When Cybil paused to catch her breath, I took hold of that stiff wand with both hands. It was warm and wet, shining like a black jewel with Cybil’s saliva. I started to beat that meat with both hands, moaning as at the same time I lapped at his huge nuts. His meaty foreskin made wet, smacking sounds as I slid it back and forth over his dick-head. Finally I pulled that fat stack of black dick meat to my hungry mouth and licked away the clear, sticky, salty-sweet precome as it bubbled out of his big pisshole.
Cybil now straddled Desmond’s lap, facing toward me. “Ben,” she breathed, “guide that black meat into my juicy white pussy. I’m going to fuck my black daddy’s ass off.” Her clit was hard, sticking out like a little dick. Soon she was bouncing up and down on Desmond’s huge cock with long deep strokes. Each time she slid down, loud farting sounds erupted as the air was squeezed out of her pussy. “Oh baby,” she moaned, “listen to your white slut’s pussy talking to your big black fuck stick! Ben, lick my pussy juice off that big fat pole while I’m fucking it. Suck my clit, baby. Eat my cunt, and don’t miss a drop when he squirts that precious seed in my white pussy. Get it all, baby.”
I was massaging Desmond’s hairy nuts as I stared mesmerized at the sight only inches in front of my eyes. Cybil’s lust-swollen pink pussy lips were clinging to that chocolate dick meat as she rose and fell, leaving streaks of milky pussy cream along the heavily veined black shaft. I leaned forward to lick it up, moaning at the delicious taste. “Fuck that black cock, Cybil,” I told her. “Make him come, baby. Make him fill your pussy to the brim.”
I felt Desmond’s balls tighten. Then he grunted and threw back his head as he started to pump his hot load into Cybil’s blonde pussy. I was in heaven, eagerly lapping up every drop of his come as it leaked out of her cunt around his black meat. When Cybil got off that now limp dick I immediately grabbed it with both hands, pulled it to my greedy lips and sucked the head about three or four inches into my mouth. I wedged my tongue in between the thick meaty foreskin and his throbbing dickhead and rubbed it around, gathering up as much of his gooey, stringing come as I could.
Cybil got on her knees beside me and we swapped that sweet meat back and forth between us, savoring every further gob or dribble of come that we could squeeze and milk out of the still-twitching black cock. Our eyes locked as we shared that sweet, tangy treat, and it was as if we were making a silent contract to share the rest of our lives as well. It was magic, sealed with come.
Later Desmond fucked Cybil’s tight brown asshole with long, deep strokes of his big black cock as his balls slapped against her swollen pussy mound. I massaged those swinging nuts as best I could while he rammed his powerful dick all the way in and out of her clutching anus. When he blew his second huge load of the day into Cybil’s hot asshole, I licked his meat clean and again sucked the remaining wads of his come out of his now softening black hose.
I then got on my back so Cybil could squat down over my come-thirsty mouth. As I looked at her beautiful ass, noticing how Desmond’s monster dick had stretched her crinkled rosebud, I saw a pearly wad of come ooze out and fall toward my wide-open mouth. It had a tart, kind of garlic-lemon taste. Cybil squatted lower, and I fitted my lips around her hot gaping asshole and stuck my tongue in as deep as I possibly could, digging to get at every delicious drop of that still-warm come load. I was moaning, and Cybil was gasping out, “Oh god, sweet Jesus, that feels sooo good, suck my ass, Ben honey, suck that come out. Don’t swallow it all, baby, please, save me some of that sweet dick juice.”
After we shared Desmond’s come again, we all rested for a while, then took a shower. We both assured Desmond that we would gladly suck his big black dick any time he wanted—which I think he already knew.
We ordered up some snacks, and the waiter who brought them was a little startled when Cybil offered to suck his black cock. But he readily agreed, and was even more surprised when I helped her drain his young balls.
After he left, Desmond got that big cock of his hard again and put it in my asshole. Cybil watched in fascination and delight, “Fuck that white ass,” she told him. “Oh yeah, put that black cock in deeper. God, that’s beautiful. Fuck him back, Ben, hunch your white ass back at him. Reach under and rub his balls.” As I did what she said, groaning with pleasure, she added, “My dreams are all coming true because of you, Ben. Thank you, baby. Thank you so much. I’m so glad we found each other!”
When Desmond got ready to come, he pulled out of me, and Cybil got on her knees in front of him and stuck out her pink tongue. Desmond jacked off, spewing his third load of the night onto that eager tongue and into her mouth.
I knew as I watched this absolutely beautiful woman thirstily swallowing this black man’s come, that sooner or later I was going to make her my wife. And that’s just what I did.—B.D., Bradenton, Florida
WHEN THEY MET AGAIN AT THE CLASS REUNION,
THEY REUNITED ALL THE WAY
When my wife Ellie got a notice about her high school class reunion, she said she would like to go. She hadn’t been back to her hometown for fifteen years, and I had never been there, so we made arrangements to make the trip.
It had been a small class of about eighty or so people, and maybe about fifty showed up. Ellie was easily the most glamorous and beautiful woman there. She wore a backless gown with a plunging neckline that dipped to her waist and clung to the rest of her. She was a knockout. Most of the other women were very conservatively dressed. The men were all over Ellie, probably surprised at the beauty she’d blossomed into after high school.
The party had been going on for a while when a tall, good-looking man walked in, and I knew immediately by Ellie’s reaction that it had to be this guy Alan, whom she had told me she had dated in her senior year. He was expensively dressed and looked prosperous. I learned later that he owned his own company.
He walked right up to Ellie, who seemed quite happy to see him. She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a light kiss on the lips. He smiled at her and said, “Hey, is that how I taught you to kiss?” He then took her head between his hands and gave her a long, sensual French kiss that brought hoots and hollers from the guys who had been standing there talking with her. Alan grinned at them when he broke the kiss and jokingly commented that he had taught her everything she knew.
He appeared to have drunk quite a lot, although I wasn’t sure he really had. It seemed to me that he was concocting an excuse for his wife, because she was obviously upset by his behavior. As for me, I enjoyed seeing them getting the hots for each other. It turned me on to see this handsome stud in heat for my wife. I tried to keep his wife occupied with idle talk, while still keeping an eye on the two of them. I even asked her to dance, and while we were on the dance floor I suddenly realized that Alan and my wife were no longer present. One minute they’d been hugging and laughing, and the next they were gone.
They were back by the time we sat down to dinner. They sat side by side on one side of the table, and Alan’s wife and I sat on the other side. He kept glancing down Ellie’s dress to get a good look at her tits, and at one point he kissed her bare shoulder. A guy with a camera came over and asked if he could get a picture of them kissing again. Alan needed no further encouragement, and Ellie didn’t object as he gave her another passionate kiss, though she finally pulled back when it went on too long.
After dinner Alan’s wife got hold of him and hung on to him for the rest of the evening. He continued to drink, still, I felt, building up his alibi.
When we got back to our hotel room I was hot and horny. Ellie knew I’d be turned on, because for some time I had been telling her about my fantasies, and she knew I had this thing about seeing her have sex with other men. The idea turned her on too, but she always said she could never actually do it.
When we were in bed I asked her to tell me about what had happened between her and Alan when they disappeared earlier in the evening. As I played with her and began eating her pussy, she proceeded to tell me all about it.
The hotel at which we were staying was the same one in which the reunion was being held. When she and Alan had left the banquet room, Ellie said, Alan had suggested that she get our room key from the front desk so they could go up to our room. He got her excited by reminding her that when they had dated, she would never let him fuck her, but he had taught her to suck cock. He said that she was the only woman who had been able to take his whole cock down her throat, and that she was better at sucking cock than anyone he knew. She then agreed to get the key, and they had gone up to our room.
When they got there, Alan sat in a chair and lowered his trousers and shorts, while Ellie got down on her knees between his legs. She said she loved rubbing her hands on his thighs, because they were so hairy and firm. Then she took his fat cock into her warm, waiting mouth and proceeded to give him the best blowjob he could imagine, because she wanted to show him how really good she was, even better than when they had dated.
When she deep-throated his cock Alan almost flew out of the chair. He told her again that she was the only one who had ever been able to do that. When he came she swallowed his load, and he collapsed. Then he said he had always wanted to fuck her, and now he wanted to show her that he could fuck her as well as she could suck him off. But Ellie told him they had to get back to the reunion. He wanted to see her again, but she told him we were returning home the next day. She invited him to stay with us if he ever got to Chicago, and he said he’d make it a point to get there on some excuse.
We both got so hot as she told me all this that we ended up fucking like crazy, and after that we kept reliving that sensational night and being stimulated by the memory.
I told Ellie I hoped that she would let Alan fuck her if he ever did come to town, and she finally admitted she’d like to find out how good a fuck he could give her. I said I couldn’t wait for her to tell me all about it, but what I really wanted to do was to be there and watch him fuck her. Ellie said she would be too embarrassed to do it in front of me, but I still kept hoping.
About three months later, Ellie got a phone call from Alan, which she told me all about that night. He said he was planning to come to Chicago in a couple of days, and would stay with us overnight if her invitation was still good—and if she was sure her husband wouldn’t mind. Ellie told him she was sure. Then she told him that I knew what had happened the night of the reunion, and that I had tried to persuade her to have an affair with him.
“You got to be kidding!” Alan said.
Then she explained that I’d always fantasized about her having sex with other men, but she never had. “But when I saw you again, I knew I could do it with you,” she told him. Then she added, “My husband really wants to watch us make love.”
“That’s incredible!” Alan said. “You know, I’d really get turned on screwing you in front of your husband. I’m pretty much of an exhibitionist, you know. Doing it to you with your husband watching—I think it would be great!”
But Ellie was still uncertain about going that far, so they left it there.
On the day of Alan’s arrival, Ellie called me at work to tell me he was there. It was about four-thirty in the afternoon, and when I asked her when he had showed up, she said it was before eleven. She said he was now in the shower, and that he wanted to take us out for dinner. I asked why she hadn’t phoned sooner, and she said something about making lunch and so forth, and then she hesitated.
“Did he fuck you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she admitted. “Oh, yes. God, you wouldn’t believe it!” she added. “I never experienced anything like it!”
“Tell me about it,” I said.
“When you get home,” Ellie promised.
When I arrived home she said I should hurry to shower and dress, because we had an early reservation for dinner. While I was showering she came up to the bedroom, and as I got dressed she related what had happened.
She had made lunch for Alan when he arrived, and when they had finished eating and she began to clear his plate away, he had made his move. He put his hand on her leg and slid it up under her skirt. She stood there and let him do it. He unbuttoned the front of her skirt to give him better access. Then his hand moved up to her cunt. She began to respond immediately, her juices flowing. He pulled down her panties and she stepped out of them. Then he told her to put one foot up on the chair seat, which allowed him even more freedom to play with her pussy. He soon had two fingers inside her, and then his tongue was licking her clit and thrusting between her cunt lips. She lost all control and could barely stand, and she put her hands on his head to steady herself and pull him to her.
He had her sit down on another chair then, asking her to open her blouse and pull out her tits. She readily complied. Then he told her to spread her legs wide. Because her skirt was unbuttoned up the front, her outstretched legs exposed everything she had to his sight. He asked her to touch her clit and play with herself. While she did he stood up, unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.
She licked her lips invitingly as he moved toward her, because she loved sucking his cock. He came close to her and slowly fed her his thick meat. Then, holding her head gently, he began fucking her mouth. After a while he pulled out, took her hands in his and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her deeply, then backed her up against the wall. Grabbing a tit in each hand, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her again. She was shaking with excitement and anticipation. He told her to bend her knees, and when she did he inserted the top of his cock in her pussy, then quickly stiffened his legs, driving his pole all the way up inside her and raising her up on her toes. He remained still for a moment while she writhed on his cock, begging him to fuck her. Her need had never been so intense. Then he began pounding in and out of her as she clung to him with her arms and legs, her back against the wall. She had never experienced such sensations, and when she came the feeling was unbelievable.
When she finished telling me this I was so fucking hot I wanted to screw her there and then; but Ellie said Alan was waiting downstairs, and we had to leave for our dinner reservation.
There was no way I could hide my hard-on as we went down to meet Alan, but I didn’t care. My car has bucket seats, with only one passenger seat in front, so I suggested they both sit in the rear. They got very cozy as we drove to the restaurant, and during dinner I could tell that they were touching each other under the table. Finally Alan asked if I minded if he asked Ellie to dance. “No, take her,” I told him. “She’s all yours tonight.”
He really enjoyed himself with her on the dance floor. After a couple of very close dances they returned to the table. This time it was he who was sporting a hard-on. “Looks like you really enjoyed yourselves,” I said, and Alan grinned at me. I then suggested that we head back home and have a drink or two. Ellie excused herself to go to the ladies’ room before we left.
When she was gone I said to Alan, “I know you may find my behavior odd, but I’m aware of the relationship you have with my wife, and—strange as it may seem to you—I approve. What I’d like is to remain in the background and observe, if you don’t mind. If you do, I’ll make myself scarce when we get home.”
Alan replied that he didn’t understand why I would want to share a gorgeous woman like Ellie, but he knew I was interested in watching, and he thought he would get a hell of a bang out of screwing my wife with me as an observer. He was certainly game if I was.
They again got into the back of the car as we drove home, and Alan quickly began kissing my wife and feeling her up. Before we got home her head had disappeared from the rearview mirror, and I knew he was getting his cock sucked. I almost shot my load as I drove.
At home I put the lights on the dimmer and fixed drinks for all of us. Then I put on some slow romantic music and went to sit unobtrusively in a dark corner of the room. Alan and Ellie began to dance, but it was more of a dry fuck than a dance as they swayed together and kissed deeply. Finally Alan sat down in a chair across the room from me, taking Ellie into his lap, with h
er legs hanging over the arm of the chair. His hand went exploring up under her skirt. A moment later he got a wicked grin on his handsome face. “No panties,” he murmured.
“I knew you’d like my little surprise,” Ellie said.
Soon her skirt was pushed up high, and his fingers were doing a good job of getting her wildly aroused. In a short while she slid down off his lap and knelt between his legs, frantically trying to get his cock free. He just sat there watching her coolly, but when she got it out and began to kiss and lick it he started to moan and groan, and when she swallowed the whole thing down her throat, his head fell back in ecstasy. When she released him, he brought his head up, looked straight at me and said, “God, she is the greatest cocksucker there is. You’re one lucky son of a bitch!”
Then he had her stand up and turn away from him so she could sit down on his cock, facing me. As she lowered herself onto it he reached around her, placing one hand on her clit and one on her tit, and proceeded to drive her wild as she fucked him.
I wanted to get up and give her my cock to suck, but I didn’t want to throw her off balance. So I stayed where I was and began jerking off slowly.
Next thing I knew he had her on her hands and knees. Dropping his pants, he crouched behind her, and I watched with joy as he shoved his cock in to my wife’s pussy. She gasped and moaned with pleasures as his cock slid completely into her from behind.
I watched and continued to beat my meat as these two beautiful people wildly fucked themselves to exhaustion. As Ellie collapsed to the floor, Alan pulled out of her and lay on his back, his wet cock lying limply across his hairy thigh. At this point I thought I’d best disappear upstairs. I went into the guest room and finished jerking off. I wanted to eat my wife’s pussy and suck out his come. I wanted to fuck into that come-filled pussy. But at that moment I felt fortunate to have been able to watch them, and I didn’t want to press my luck.
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