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Another story that was custom written for a couple and posted at the
darkwanderer web page. I hope that you enjoy it. Carol
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Hello every one. This is a little story that I wrote in honor of
Wife # 24 in the Your Wife's Lovers section of Dark Wanderer. I hope
that you, as well as they enjoy it. There are so many sexy wives in
that section that I would love to write about. However, I shall be
taking a vacation from writing these stories for a few months. I
should be able to return in the fall. Till then.
******************************
Christine's Enslavement
By
Carol Collins
Paul was just putting the finishing touches on the report that
was due on Monday morning. He had worked especially hard for the
last month to finish this research and had been out of town for the
last week. He was glad that the report was completed by the deadline
because he was due to begin a much-deserved vacation. Christine had
finagled a vacation from her job, too. Two glorious weeks with
nothing to do but relax and make love to his sexy wife. Paul emailed
the report to the main office and leaned back in his chair to glance
out the window. The weather was cooperating. It was summer in
Alaska; the temperature was warm and the skies were clear. Tonight
would be a perfect night out on the town for he and Christine.
Paul turned off the computer and left the office to check on
Christine. He had showered and shaved before he had put on his white
western dress shirt, new blue jeans, black leather belt, and shiny
new black cowboy boots. He liked to dress up in comfortable western
clothing when they were going out to eat. He passed through the
front hallway and was just in time to see his pretty blonde haired
wife descending the staircase.
Christine Green was a very pretty woman of just over thirty
years of age. She had natural dark blonde shoulder length hair with
deep blue eyes that twinkled when she was excited about something.
Her "Mona Lisa" smile was both friendly and mysterious. She had a
shapely figure of 34C-29-32 and only weighed a trim one hundred five
pounds. At five foot two inches tall, she was ten inches shorter
than her husband was, unless, like tonight, she was wearing high
heel shoes. She had missed Paul's companionship while he was away.
Christine had grown tired of seeking sexual relief from her fingers
during the last week and had definite plans for some loving when
they returned home later that night. She was smiling at her husband
as she stepped down from the bottom step.
Paul encircled Christine's small waist as he bent over to kiss
her sweet luscious red lips. He loved the way she looked in her new
cocktail dress. It was made of a black velvet material that hugged
her curves in all the right places. It had spaghetti shoulder straps
that held up the low cut top that allowed anyone interested in
looking, and most men would be interested, to see the tops of her
wonderfully firm breasts. The hemline ended at mid thigh. Since this
was a special occasion, Christine had worn her black silk and nylon
blended thigh high stockings. Under the dress was just a pair of
crotchless black silk panties. Her large firm breasts were
unencumbered by a brassiere. She was going to let her hubby know how
she was dressed later that night when they were on their way back to
the privacy of their home. She knew he would be turned on because of
her brazenly going out in public dressed the way she was. Christine
finally pulled back after Paul's lips parted from her own.
Paul asked, "Well, Little Mrs. Green, are you ready for a
restaurant meal and some dancing?" Christine said that she had been
looking forward to tonight for over two weeks. She picked up her
matching black velvet jacket and purse as they went out the door to
her sports car. She sat in the passenger seat as her husband drove
the few miles to town. Occasionally, he would let his hand fall onto
her silk covered knee and he would caress her thigh for a few
minutes as he teased his sexy wife. Paul also had plans for his wife
when they returned home later tonight. He had missed her while was
gone and had plans for some wild passionate love making.
They had discussed where to go for dinner. It had been decided
to go to the Gas Light Club for both dinner and dancing. Both loved
Jazz and it certainly had the best music in town. Paul found a nice
parking space and went around to open Christine's car door for her.
She smiled sweetly as she swung her legs out of the car, exposing
the tops of her stockings as she did so. Paul was all smiles as she
stood on tiptoes to plant a kiss on the side of his cheek. Christine
took her husband's arm as they walked into the nightclub for supper
and entertainment. They were seated at a table where they could hear
the music and eat their meal at the same time. They were so
engrossed in the music and each other that they failed to notice the
attention that Christine had received from several black servicemen
as they had passed by their table.
Paul had thoroughly enjoyed his Prime Rib steak dinner and
vodka on the rocks drinks. Christine had a smaller portion of steak
(She knew that if a girl watches her figure that all the men would
too) and a couple of glasses of white wine. By the time that they
had finished their meals, they sat back and just gazed at each other
for a few minutes as the band played some really good Jazz. "Things
could not be any closer to perfect," Paul told his wife as he
reached across the table and held her dainty hand in his. Christine
smiled as she agreed.
Christine wanted to dance. It had been too long since they had
been out together. She pulled her husband up from the table and led
him to the dance floor. It was a slow belly rubbing song. Christine
put both of her arms around Paul's neck as he held her tightly and
they swayed to the music. Christine lay her head on his chest and
felt the warm fabric of his shirt against the side of her face. She
felt so warm and safe in her husband's arms. She wished the feeling
would never end. Unfortunately, the song ended and so did the dance.
Christine collected her purse and jacket and they moved to a
table in the ballroom. Neither of them thought about the four black
servicemen that were already sitting at the next table. Four pairs
of dark eyes watched the shapely body of the blonde in the black
velvet cocktail dress as her husband held the chair for her as she
sat down at the adjoining table. For the next hour, they listened to
the music, watched the married woman and her husband as they danced
and whispered amongst themselves. James was the leader of the group.
He was trained to be a medic in the military. At six foot four
inches, he was not the largest, but the others let him do most of
the decision making. He was very intelligent and had a "thing" for
blonde married women. Just watching the little blonde wife shake her
cute ass on the dance floor had given him a hard on. He had not had
sex in the month and a half that he had been stationed in Alaska and
was beginning to get desperate.
Paul and Christine were laughing as they returned from the
dance floor. He ordered another round of drinks from the cute
waitress. The couple had about cooled off when their fourth drinks
of the evening arrived. The alcohol had relaxed Paul quite a bit. He
had been tense on the job for the last few weeks and was enjoying
the catharsis of letting go and indulging in music, dance and drink.
Christine was feeling more relaxed herself. That's why she did not
notice the stares that the black servicemen were giving her as she
sat with her legs parted just a little too much. Not only could they
plainly see that she was wearing regular stockings, instead of
pantyhose, but they could see just enough of her panties to be able
to tell that they were crotchless. Christine did not even realize
that she was responsible for the four hard black cocks tenting their
dress uniform trousers.
Paul and Christine got up to dance after they had finished
their drinks. Christine felt wonderfully relaxed as Paul held her in
his strong arms. She swayed her sexy body in time to the beat of the
music as they moved around the dance floor. She loved dancing and
wished that they could go every night of the week. Dancing was just
a form of fore play. After three more dances, they once again
returned to their table to rest. Paul held the chair for his lovely
wife to sit down, then he moved to sit in his chair. Things happened
so fast, Paul was not sure exactly what happened. One moment, he was
moving around the table to sit down, the next moment, he was
sprawled on the floor with his right leg twisted up under him as he
gazed up at the ceiling.
Christine jumped up and went to check her husband. He had
slipped and fell to the floor with a thud and a great deal of force.
She had even thought that she had heard the sound of a breaking bone
as he had landed. She almost slipped in the beer that some one had
spilt on the floor next to Paul's chair. A hand reached out to catch
her arm and steady her before she had fallen too. She looked up into
the dark eyes of one of the black American serviceman. She heard him
saying, "I'm a medic. Don't try to move him until I have had a
chance to check him for injuries." Christine held her breath as she
watched the military trained medic checking her husband for broken
bones. Her heart almost stopped when he announced that Paul had a
broken right leg.
Paul was dazed by the hit on the back of his head as he had
hit the floor. He looked up to see four black men in uniform
reaching down and gently picking him up and felt a sharp pain in his
right leg as one of them pulled it out to a semi-straightened
position. Paul could hear one of the men telling the waitress to
call an ambulance. He tried to get up, but was held down by one of
the servicemen. "I'm a medic. Just lie back and take it easy. You've
got a broken leg. An ambulance is on the way. You'll be fine. My
name is James. What's yours?"
Paul absorbed the fact that he had a broken leg before he
answered. "My name is Paul. I must have slipped because of my new
boots. Are you sure it's broken?" Paul laid his head back on the
floor for a moment after he saw the tall dark man nod his head. He
opened his eyes to see the worried look on his wife's face. "Well,
Christine, It looks like the plans we had for the rest of the night
are ruined!" Both he and Christine knew exactly what plans those
were. James did too as he rearranged the bulge in the front of his
trousers.
The four servicemen stayed with the distraught couple as they
awaited the arrival of the ambulance. Christine and James introduced
themselves; then, James introduced the three others. Jones was a big
six foot five inch tall hulking black man with extremely dark skin.
Rodney was about six two and was thin. Bill was about six foot four
inches tall and had extremely large hands. Paul was in too much pain
to notice the way that the soldiers were undressing his wife with
their eyes. Christine was too worried about her husband to notice.
The paramedics arrived, and with the help of the four
volunteers, easily managed to lift Paul onto the stretcher.
Christine followed the paramedics out the door to load Paul into the
ambulance. She had forgotten her purse and jacket. The paramedics
let her ride in the back of the ambulance on the way to Providence
Hospital. She was so concerned for her husband, she had forgotten
completely about her car, her keys, her jacket and her purse. In the
Emergency room, she waited outside the room as they set her
husband's broken leg. She was told that she could go in as they
applied the cast. She stood beside the table that he lay upon and
held his hand. Thirty minutes later, they were told that they could
go home. Including the X-rays, the total bill was over nineteen
hundred dollars. Paul showed them his insurance card and they were
free to go. That's when Christine thought of her purse, her jacket
and her car sitting in the parking lot at the Gas Light Club!
Paul was groggy from the painkillers that he had been given.
It was up to Christine to find a way to get her husband and herself
home. That's when she looked up to see James's smiling face as he
approached her from across the waiting room. He carried in his
hands, her purse and her jacket. Christine felt immediate relief.
"We found these at your table after you had gone. We knew you would
need them, so we brought them to you." Christine felt so grateful
toward the black soldier she felt like kissing him right in the
emergency room in front of her husband. Instead, she smiled her
prettiest smile and graciously thanked him for being so kind. He
pushed the wheel chair that Paul was slumped over in as they made
their way to the emergency room exit. When they reached the
doorway, Christine saw her car parked just outside. James told her,
"I looked in your purse to see if I could find your phone number or
address so that we could return it. I found a set of Porsche keys.
When I saw th in the parking lot, I tried them and they opened the
car door. The ignition key started the car, so, unless I got the
wrong car, I brought your car to you."
This time, since they were outside the hospital where no one
else could see them, Christine did hug the tall black man's neck in
gratitude. James put his large black hands around the blonde's small
waist and held her shapely body tightly against his for a moment
before he released her. After all, he did not want her to become too
alarmed at the size of his hard cock as it was lengthening in his
pants. It might scare the innocent little white wife away before he
could complete his seduction plans.
Christine looked up into the dark eyes of the kind stranger
that had been so helpful to her and her injured husband in their
time of need. She also had not failed to noticed the size of his
equipment as it was uncoiling in his trousers. She hoped that he
had not seen that her face was flushed as she turned to see if Paul
needed anything before he was helped into the passenger seat of the
sports car. A van pulled into the parking lot next to the Porsche.
The other three servicemen climbed out and helped in the attempt to
load poor Paul into the small sports car. Finally, after a few
minutes of effort, with no success, James volunteered, "Your car is
too small. Let us take him home in the back of the van. You can ride
with us and Rodney can follow us in your car." Rodney made a face
but kept his mouth shut.
Christine expressed her gratitude for the offered assistance.
Since Paul, with the cast on his right leg and already zonkered out
on painkillers, would be difficult to get into the house by herself,
she gratefully accepted the offered help. Paul was loaded into the
middle seat of the van and immediately sprawled out on the bench
seat in a state of semi-consciousness. Bill got in the driver's seat
and Jones climbed into the front passenger seat. James assisted
Christine as she slipped into the back seat of the van and he sat
beside her for the journey to her and Paul's home.
Setting in the back seat of the van with the tall dark
handsome black man in his dashing uniform made Christine feel a
little daring. Of course, with her husband sitting in the seat just
forward of them, she still felt safe. But, James was a black man and
the back of the van was dark, and she was still just a little drunk.
She remembered the size of his penis as it has uncoiled itself
against her tummy when she had hugged him for bringing her purse and
auto to her at the hospital. She could feel the sexual tension in
the air each time she glanced over at the serviceman that had been
so helpful to her and her husband.
Paul moaned and Christine stood up and leaned over the back of
the seat he was on to make sure that he was all right. James did not
waste such an opportunity to scope out the backs of the pretty
blonde's thighs as she was bent over and her dress rose up to the
tops of her shiny black stockings. By bending his neck a little, he
was able to see some white thigh exposed above the re-inforced tops
of the silk hose. His uncircumcised penis stretched the front of his
dress uniform trousers as he thought about what he and his friends
would do to the young white wife before the night was over.
When Christine sat back down, she found that James had placed
his arm across the back of the seat where she was sitting. They were
almost away from the street lights of town as the van made it way
toward her and her husband's isolated home in the country. The back
of the vehicle was so dark, Christine could barely see the face of
her Guardian Angel. She was surprised when she felt his thick soft
lips close in on hers. She wanted to protest, but did not want to
make a scene. On one hand, she did not know what she would have done
if it had not been for James and his friends coming to her and
Paul's aid. On the other hand, she was a married woman and she
should not letting another man, and especially not a black man, kiss
her in the back of a van while her husband was just a little more
than two feet away.
James's strong arms enfolded the little blonde and pulled her
body towards him as his tongue penetrated between her sweet luscious
red lips. Christine wanted him to stop, but also did not want to
embarrass the man that had done so much for her and her husband in
front of his friends. She ineffectually pushed against his big
strong chest in an attempt to make him let her go. James ignored her
struggles as his tongue delved deeper and his hands began to wander
over her cute shapely body.
James was pleasantly surprised when he began to squeeze and
fondle Christine's large breasts. "Damn!" He thought to himself,
"This bitch has some firm tits and she ain't wearing a bra!" One of
his hands moved down into the low cut top of the reluctant wife's
dress to pinch a firm nipple between his thumb and fingers.
Christine doubled her efforts to break free for a minute or so,
then, seemed to resign herself to her fate as she lay in his strong
arms as he worked the shoulder straps of her dress off her shoulders
and the top dropped down below her firm C cup breasts.
James brought his thick lips from Christine's ruby red lips
and wrapped them around her left nipple and applied suction. Her
lips were now free to voice her disapproval, but she now found that
she was speechless as the waves of pleasure emanated from her
swollen nipples. When James switched to her right nipple, he felt
the blonde wife's fingers caressing the back of his neck as he
sucked as hard as he could on the excited nipple.
Christine knew that she had lost control of the situation when
she felt James's large black hand sliding up her thigh and moving
toward her crotchless panties. She tried to squeeze her thighs
together to deny him access to her womanly charms, but he was simply
too strong for her. She felt his fingers first on the smooth soft
white skin above her stocking tops, then on the soft trimmed fur
covered vagina lips. She moaned as his middle finger wedged itself
between the moist lips of her vagina and found her erect clitoris.
Christine had had her eyes closed for the last several minutes
as she had been kissed and her boobs had been sucked. When his
fingers found her clitoris and began to massage it, her eyes flew
open. She glanced to see if anyone else had noticed what was taking
place in the back seat of the darkened van as it sped along the dark
Alaskan roadway. Thankfully, no one else was paying attention to
what James was doing to her. The alcohol in her brain was clouding
her thought processes as she lay back against the back of the seat
and let James spread her thighs apart so that he could slide down on
the floor of the van and move between her thighs. He buried his head
between her legs and placed them on his shoulders as he devoured her
pussy as no one had ever done before.
Bill and Jones were watching the action in the back seat
through the front mirrors. They could see that James had gotten the
blonde's dress top pulled down below her big titties and they could
make out, even in the dim light, the color of her swollen nipples.
Judging from the way that James had dropped from sight, they knew
that he must be eating her juicy twat. Both had hard on's as they
thought about how they would sink their stiff cocks into her cute
white body after James had finished opening up and lubricating her
tight little pussy.
Poor Paul lay sprawled across the middle seat of the van,
completely unaware of the fact that his sweet wife was having an
orgasm as a black man ate her pussy better than he had ever done in
their years of marriage. In his drug induced stupor, he thought he
heard Christine crying out several times, but was unable to rouse
himself out of his mental haze to check on her.
They arrived at Paul and Christine's home before James could
unleash his stiff cock and feed it to the blonde wife's wet vagina.
Christine felt an immense relief when James let her go to fix her
dress after the van had come to a halt in front of their front door.
Jones got out of the front passenger seat and opened the sliding
side door just as James had sat back down on the seat and
Christine's dress was back to normal. Her hands were shaking from
the three orgasms that she had experienced as James had eaten her
box lunch. There was also a thin film of perspiration on her body
from the intensity of her climaxes. Thankfully, no one seemed to pay
the telltale signs of sex any mind as Paul was carried into the
house.
Christine's knees were still quivering and her hands were
shaking after her orgasms. James took the keys from her and unlocked
the door. She told them that the master bedroom was at the top of
the stairs and her husband was carted of to bed. James gave Paul two
more painkillers, even though Christine felt that he already had
enough. She deferred to James's judgment. After all, he was a medic
and had been so helpful. James turned off the light and they went
back downstairs.
Christine offered to pay the servicemen that had come to their
aid only to be told that a drink would be almost all the payment
that they wanted. She mixed the requested drinks for the four black
servicemen and a glass of white wine for herself. She served the
drinks and found that they and taken all of the chairs, leaving just
a space between James and Bill on the sofa. She sat down as she
sipped her drink.
They made small talk for a few minutes until she heard a moan
from upstairs. She excused herself for a moment to go check on Paul.
James accompanied her. Paul was apparently okay. He had just moaned
in his sleep as he had tried to turn over and had discovered that he
had a cast on his right leg. Christine turned to go back down stairs
only to bump into a smiling James. She turned her big blue eyes up
to look into his dark eyes and was overpowered by his kiss as his
arms encircled her small waist and practically swept her off her
feet. It was almost a repeat of what had occurred in back of the
van.
Christine felt herself weakening as James's long thick tongue
probed her throat and his large dark hands kneaded the shapely
cheeks of her bottom through the black velvet of her cocktail dress.
Her husband was unconscious as he lay in the bed just a few feet
from his wife as she surrendered herself to the tall uniformed black
man that had moved one of his questing hands to his wife's juicing
vagina.
Christine lost herself in the avalanche of sensations that
came her way as James's middle finger penetrated deep inside her
inner most channel, eliciting a moan from her throat even as his
tongue was stroking in and out of her mouth. Christine felt the
zipper on the back of her dress opening even as she heard the
sensuous sound of it being unzipped. A moment later, her black dress
was pooled around her high heel shoes. Christine stood in her own
bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of black silk crotchless
panties, a pair of shiny black silk blended thigh high stockings, a
pair of black high heel shoes and a lustful expression on her pretty
face.
Christine had looked forward to tonight for the last two
weeks. It was not fair that on the night of Paul's return, as they
were enjoying music and dance, before returning home for some
serious loving, that her husband had slipped and broken his leg.
Christine was so frustrated with sexual need, that when James
stripped off his uniform, and Christine saw the size of his weapon,
she nearly swooned.
James was very excited. Christine Green had the best body of
any of the white married girls that he had the pleasure of screwing.
He had converted each of the other wives to black cock addiction,
and felt that he would be just as successful with this one. When he
slid his boxer shorts down and off his muscular black body, he saw
how big the white wife's blue eyes could get. He proudly took his
eleven inch uncircumcised black cock in his two hands and stroked it
a few times, letting the foreskin roll back away from the dark
purple head only to cover it back up when his hands moved forward
again. A droplet of pre-cum glistened on the crown.
Christine had heard that there were penises the size of
James's big black cock, but she had never even imagined that she
would ever see one. She felt her nipples and her clitoris expanding
just from seeing the ramrod standing out in front of the black
serviceman. The black ball sack that hung beneath his cock was
equally impressive. It looked as if it held a pair of tennis balls.
Her hormonal levels were so elevated, she lost all her will power to
resist anything that James would decide for them to do.
James moved in for the kill. He pushed down on Christine's
shoulders with both hands, forcing her onto her knees just inches
from the end of his enormous black cock. Her mouth was already
watering before he touched the foreskin covered domed head to her
ruby red lips. Christine timidly reached up with both of her hands
and gently gripped the thick dusky shaft in both hands. She could
smell the musty odor of his uncircumcised cock even before she
extended her tongue to lick the covered head. Christine knew that
what she was doing was wrong, but it was too late to stop now.
James laced his long black fingers in the dark blonde hair of
the married woman on her knees before him and forced the head of his
cock into her mouth. When she tried to pull the huge stiff dick from
the back of her throat with her hands, all she managed in doing was
to pull the foreskin back and expose the domed head to the warm
moist confines of her sucking mouth. James used his fingers in
Christine's hair as a leverage point to drive his swollen cock in
and out of the choking blonde's mouth and throat. After a month and
a half of time to build up sperm in his balls, he was determined to
make her into a black cock sucking slut in the next few minutes.
Christine realized that there was no stopping James as he
rammed his thick penis into her throat. She had tried to deep throat
her husband on several occasions, but had not been successful. Now,
she had no option other than letting James's much larger cock go
completely down her throat. She relaxed her throat muscles as much
as she could as James build up steam for a huge tonsil swamping
climax.
James loved the frightened look in the married woman's blue
eyes as he forced his entire cock down her throat and pumped his
huge load of cum directly down into her stomach. He bet she must
have swallowed a half of a pint before he pulled out and she began
gasping for air to refill her oxygen deprived lungs. James looked
down and saw a strand of white cum dripping from the smeared red
lipstick covered mouth of his latest conquest. He used his black
index finger to catch the strand and pushed it into her mouth. He
told her to such his finger and felt gratified when she closed her
lips on his finger and sucked on it as if it were another cock. He
knew then that she was his slut and belonged to him.
Christine could not understand why she did the things that she had
done. When she heard James telling her, "Get up off the floor and
lie down on the bed next to your husband." She followed his orders.
Christine was amazed that James's dick was just as hard and just as
big as it had been before she had sucked his cock. She lay back on
the bed and spread her legs when he told her to. James moved to lie
on top of her and told her, "I want you to reach down and guide my
cock to your cunt." She obeyed, moaning as the huge tool spread her
open and disappeared inside of her tummy.
Christine lay on her marriage bed, next to her drugged husband, as a
black man that, until tonight, had been a total stranger, ploughed
his long cock deeper inside of her vagina than anything had ever
been before. No wonder the poor girl nearly went out of her mind as
one unbelievable climax after the another racked her frail and
fragile body. Forty minutes, and an uncountable number of her
orgasms, later, James's swollen black cock dumped a load of sperm up
into the womb of the unprotected white wife.
Several years before, Paul had gotten a vasectomy. Christine had
trouble with the pill and he had done it for her. Now, Christine was
having sex with a man that had very potent sperm. And, he was black!
Too bad her brain was to numbed by the constant series of orgasms to
even notice that the other three black men had entered her and
Paul's bedroom and had divested themselves of their clothing.
Jones had won the coin toss and he was to be Christine's next lover.
When James climbed up off from the married woman, Jones took his
place. Christine tried to get up, but was too weakened from the
multiple orgasms. Jones's cock was almost twelve inches long and was
every bit as thick as James's had been. It was started into her
vagina before she could think of a way to stop the huge hulking
black man. By the time that it was buried completely inside of
Christine's swollen wet hole, she no longer wanted him to pull out.
It went deeper, stretching her sheath as it went. It hurt her so
good that she did not want him to pull out. Christine reached six
more orgasms before Jones emptied his nuts inside of her sucking
vagina. He had not had the benefit of cumming before he began to
fuck the cute blonde and it had been just as long since he had a
woman. He only lasted twenty minutes.
Christine's cunt felt stretched and empty when Jones pulled his dark
meat from her permanently expanded hole. It would not remain that
way for long. Bill was next. She had noticed that he had huge hands.
Now, she also saw that he had a gigantic uncircumcised black cock.
She had once seen a stallion as it was about to breed a mare. Bill's
cock looked to be the same size. Just the head was much bigger than
her fist. It may have been as large as Paul's fist. The entire penis
was over a foot long. Christine was just a little over five foot
tall. She saw no way that the black monster standing up and pointing
at her dripping vagina was ever going to get inside of her belly
without killing her. She wanted to get up and run, but was in too
much of a weakened condition.
Jones grasped Christine's silk covered left leg as James gripped her
right leg. They pulled them up and back until she was doubled up,
with her bottom up in the air. Bill rubbed the almost softball sized
head of his black cock in the wet sperm dripping lips of her already
stretched vagina until it too was lubricated with juices. Christine
held her breath as Bill began to put his weight behind his penis and
force it into her painfully expanded opening. Christine was given a
preview of the pain that she would experience nine and a half months
later when she gave birth to her and one of the soldier's baby. She
and Paul would never learn who the baby's father really was.
Christine made a soft squealing sound as the gigantic column of
black meat was forced even deeper into her tummy. She was panting
like women are taught to do in La Mans child birthing classes. The
lining of her vagina was stretched paper thin as it encompassed the
telephone pole sized cock. She felt her internal organs being pushed
aside as the black meat disappeared one inch at a time until it was
completely inside of her. When Bill's course pubic hair touched
Christine's hard little clitoris, everything went black as she
experienced the strongest orgasm of her life. Bill continued to fuck
the unconscious woman until his cock pumped his cum up inside of her
womb.
When Bill finally pulled his spent penis from the passed out wife,
there was a slurping sound and an eruption of sperm that was pulled
out by the suction process of Bill's big cock being removed from
Christine's loose vagina. Rodney had lost each of the coin tosses.
He stood at the foot of the bed and saw how the blonde's pussy was
stretched out so much that it hung open like a railroad tunnel
through a hillside. "Shit!" He exclaimed. "Bill, your horse cock has
ruined her pussy for everybody else from now on! It never will be as
tight as it was!" Bill looked down at Rodney's "little" nine inch
cock and grinned as he went to fix himself another drink.
James felt sorry for his friend. He pointed out, "Nobody has
stretched out the bitch's backdoor." Rodney reached down and flipped
the petite blonde over. She was still oblivious to the events that
were occurring as she was raised up to her knees and Rodney dipped
his long dark fingers into her loose cunt to scoop up a hand full of
sperm to lubricate her tight little puckered anus. He used his hand
to stroke some of the liquid over the length and breadth of his
black cock.
Christine regained consciousness when she felt as if she was in the
bathroom sitting on the toilet, except, it felt as if something had
entered her body instead of leaving. Rodney had his nine inches half
way inside the virginal anus of the married blonde woman. His hands
gripped the flared hips as he pulled her buttocks back onto his
black pole. She tried to pull away, but he held her too tightly.
James saw that Christine was awake and was not enjoying the anal
fun. He climbed up on the bed beside the couple, and the unconscious
Paul, reached under her, found her clitty and began to massage it.
He wanted to make sure that she enjoyed the rectum wrecking
activities because he wanted to fuck her ass, too.
Paul had tried to talk Christine into letting him screw her in the
bottom several times. She had always said, "No. It will hurt too
much. Besides, it is sick!" Now, she had no choice in the matter as
Rodney's long black cock stroked in and out of her intestines as
James's fingers diddled her clitoris. She had three climaxes before
Rodney fired his sperm inside of her bowels.
********************************
Paul spent the next several days drifting in and out of
consciousness. When the painkillers ran out, James made a quick trip
back to his base to pick up replacements. Paul just barely
remembered the black servicemen that had helped him at the Gas Light
Club. His fuzzy brain could not understand why they were still
around and taking care of him and his wife, but he was told that he
should be grateful.
Once, when his painkiller drug had worn off, and the new dosage was
late being administered, he would have sworn that he saw his sweet
innocent wife having sex with three different black men all at the
same time. He knew it had to be a hallucination. Christine would
never ride a cock big enough to be a telephone pole while another
huge black cock stroked in and out of her anus and she gave a third
man a deep throating blowjob. Even though he knew that it was not
real, he still got a hard on just from the idea.
A few days later, the drugs had all been used up. Paul came around
to find his wife sitting on his face as a pint of thick viscous
fluid dripped into his mouth. He tried to struggle, but was held
down by many strong arms. His eyes opened and finally focused on his
wife's vagina as it pressed against his open mouth. Christine's
pubic mound was smooth. All of the blonde fur that had been neatly
trimmed, was now gone.
Paul heard James, the black man that had helped him at the
restaurant, speaking, "Get used to the cum dripping from our bitch's
cunt. It's all the use you will get from it from now on. She belongs
to us now. Christine, hold open your cunt and show how big your
sloppy hole is now." Christine used her fingers to pull open her
vagina as she knelt over her husband's face. Her vagina was an open
doorway now that was big enough for Paul to shove his fist up into
his tiny blonde wife's belly!
James watched a huge glob of sperm drip out of Christine's ruined
pussy to land on her husband's face. He smiled as he remembered how
he had poured the pitcher of beer on the floor beside Paul's chair
back at the Jazz club.
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