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BBC for Heavy Titted Teacher - part two - a new life
Well, here we are, a little over a year since I last wrote. Life has taken some serious detours, but for me, it’s been a detour down the road of ecstasy. You probably question that statement, and will even more so as I explain. Be warned, it is not a road to be taken lightly or without commitment. I have had an awakening of conscience, and for most of those reading, it will be seen as a consciousness of evil. Let me tell you my story and you decide…
When the baby came, it was as expected. She gave birth to a healthy, 7 lb...black baby. I won’t bore you with the details, but suffice to say, it’s been a difficult time. She told me her story, I basically call B.S. “After 9 months you tell me!!”...”What? You didn’t want to tell me in case it WASN”T a black baby?!?!”.... You know the rest...why didn’t you tell me,why didn’t you call the police, the school...you can’t now, no one will believe you, you’ll be the one on trial...the whole works. She was reeling.
The rest of the family had a similar, if not as harsh, reaction. Mostly, they just stayed away, became strangers, avoided contact. Same at work. She didn’t tell anyone but me “the story”, as I had debunked it to the point she didn’t even know what to tell people. They made their own judgments, I didn’t attempt to correct them. I also told them we had agreed to have the baby adopted. The waiting list was long, and to our sheltered, suburban,surprise, in this day and age, there was no stigma to adopting a mixed race baby. Dozens applied to raise and nurture her baby. She was devastated at first, probably relieved after, but she was now changed forever.
I made an announcement to family. We were moving away, starting anew, in another town. We are trying to work through things, etc. We both quit our jobs, I sold the house, cashed in on the retirement. Without a logical explanation or attempt at one, family and friends became distant. It was to be a new life in every way...
Obviously, I had taken the turn for the darkside, violating every trust imaginable. As I said, I took this detour and was going to see it through, even if it took me to hell in the end. Seeing my ultimate fantasy come to life in full technicolor reality, watching the video over and over and over,it changed me. It should be a warning to you, be careful what you wish for and, be really careful should it come true!
Let me share that the last year was full of confusing thoughts, but the one constant was that I needed to see that video of her being impaled by that giant black Louisville slugger as often as possible. I carried a thumb drive of it with me. I would watch it in the car and jack off in the parking lot, I’d watch at my desk at work. I watched it when I got home, spilling a load each evening before dinner. That only got me revved up, because in her overly hormonal state, she needed it constantly, a welcome reminder or pregnancies past. Her udders had ballooned to ungodly proportions, easily doubling in size and weight. She was now wearing maternity bras reading 50G on the tag! Her nipples, already stretched and thick as thumbs before pregnancy, now were a beautiful dark brown. The areolas as big as saucers and puffy nipples you could grip in a fist!
I resumed our old routine of suckling her pregnant orbs regularly, the milk coming in easily after only the third month. Older now and, more experienced with my kinks, she willingly let me tie up those milk filled marvels and lightly abuse them and milk them, invariably resulting in a glazing of hot white jizz coating a dark distended nipple.Quite frankly, things seemed rather normal and I was well satisfied between the JO sessions with my favorite homemade movie and, the near constant use of of Lisa’s pregnant, chubby,MILF body.
Now, back to our reality of today. We moved from our suburban home to the center of a large, midwest city. I found a condo to buy downtown. There would be no lawn to mow, no snow to shovel...no nosy neighbors. City life. Lisa was depressed, but open to a new chapter, starting over. As we discussed, the adoption was troubling for her. Our relationship? The sex had pretty much stopped. 90% her emotional state, 10% my preoccupation with starting over and fulfilling my ultimate plan. Don’t get me wrong, I was still horny as hell 24/7, but I just abused my cock as often as I could, with a few trashy pick-ups along the way to keep me sated.
Well, I basically convinced her I was all she had left, I’d stay with her, support her, but life will be different. The mind games I played were cruel, but effective. I already said it - this was a 180 shift to the darkside that could not be undone. She could leave me, I wouldn’t stop her, it was her decision to stay. And if she stayed, the rules were changing. She stayed. Let the games begin…
My choice of an urban high rise condo was not by chance. As you have probably already surmised, there was a method to the madness. First, after selling our paid-for suburban home and with the early distribution pension now invested, money was not a problem. Finding a condo in a somewhat economically depressed midwest city on a lake allowed my money to go far. Even after the purchase of the luxury condo for cash, I was still flush. I didn’t need to work, at least for a few years.
Second, and you see it coming… what better relocation for my purposes than to a city that is predominantly… black.
Without the need to work, I devoted all my time to my ultimate fantasy - having Lisa used, almost constantly , by enormous black dick. This time it was different. I actually sat her down, told her my plans. I had worked over her mindset over the last year to the point of agreement on almost any subject.
I told her I had forgiven her transgressions, but it had changed me. I had to start a new life, after all. To get myself through, I had to start thinking I would like it, for her to be used by another man. And now, she owes it to me. She could leave if she wished, but my mind was made up. I needed to see her making love to a black man. She said she would think about it and let me know the next day, if she will leave or go forward.
She came out of our bedroom late that morning. I was reading my paper and having my coffee. She sat down, and very calmly stated that she had thought it over, she realized all that happened had to have been her fault, and that she would agree. She owed it to me.Her only stipulation was that I had to be there, in the room, when it happened. “Of course, I would be there for you...I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
It had worked.My evil, vile scheme had worked. And if any more proof was needed, my stiff cock twitching in my shorts was confirmation. She would be blacked ...again!.
I had already been searching for my next candidate. This time, all the easier, as it would be no secret mission. I had narrowed it to two men, so far. The first, worked in the building as a maintenance super. We had exchanged small talk since moved in and he had been helpful in correcting some maintenance issues. I had no knowledge of his...manhood...but I knew we hit it off conversationally and, I had seen him sneak a few sideways glances at my wife. I caught his glances, licking his lips. I knew he wanted some of that.
Lisa was still carrying a significant amount of baby fat with her, that already round , plump bubble butt now commanded attention in even the most conservative clothing. It goes without saying that the miracles of pregnancy, gravity and now, age, did not disappoint in the area of her giant tits, now the biggest they had ever been post pregnancy. Her nursing bras measured a nice 48F, the massive juggs easily weighed 15 lbs each and, despite the harness, hung well to her waist, with the nursing pads the only thing holding back those southward nipples from poking through like wine corks. Her proportions had not changed, just the size of everything was bigger, plumper, sexier. In any event, Donny ( Dontel, the maintenance supe ) was obviously smitten. So, I approached him.
He was game right off. Not even slightly cautious or suspicious. I told him my plans, and I had the same requirements as when I interviewed Ray. Well, Donny was about 6’0, 42 yo, a very stout athletic build. Think a high school football player that hasn’t seriously worked out in 20 years. Still built, but approaching middle age. But the important thing… how big is his goal post? He didn't disappoint. Not as long as Ray’s member, but an easy 9-10” but...that thing measured almost 10 inches around. I sent him for his testing and we agreed to continue our discussions.
Candidate number two I met at the diner on the corner where I had my morning coffee and paper most days. Another regular, Johnny was a neighborhood native, born and raised just blocks away. He was 34 and a junior high PE teacher at the same school to which he went as a k**. I noticed he had an affinity for the white waitresses at the diner, especially the BBW blonde girl. I too, was smitten with that mid 20’s vixen, her big tits almost flopping out of her blouse when she poured coffee. I had already made a mental note that I needed to have her at some point...but I digress.
I brought Lisa with me a few times and introduced her, quite before our “agreement”. She was terribly shy, and could not make eye contact. I knew the real reason why and again, my cock strained at my jeans just watching the interaction. I also knew Johnny would be a player for my scheme. I approached him one morning and he was intrigued, but said he’d think about it. He was cautious, I get it. I didn't know him that well, but as he was leaving, I just put it out there “ If we move forward, one thing I gotta know is...how big is that thing”. To my surprise, he motioned me to follow him outside. We walked to his car, he sat in the driver's seat, pulled aside his typical gym teacher sweats to reveal the most enormous piece of meat ever seen by man!
His giant black snake was so huge,he had to strap it to his leg with those terry cloth headbands!! It was semi-hard, to which he apologized, but said the thought of banging my wife’s fat ass got him hard as hell. The thick head was strapped just above his knee!! “How do you even walk?!” I asked him in shock. “After carrying this thing around my whole life, you figure it out” he said. I stammered in disbelief “ ummm…. How...big is...it?”. “18”, fully erect.” he said with a smug grin. “It’s thick as a … well, just say it takes two hands to get around it.” I’m speechless. I basically told him he had the job if he’d accept, we’d keep in touch.
A few weeks later, I had all the information I needed.I had some more contact with my two candidates, both fit the bill, both were game. The one thing that changed from before was that there was no longer a chance of pregnancy. She had her tubes tied after the baby came. Both a relief and a disappointment in some ways, as she could no longer breed black babies, but the upside was no interruptions to my future plans.
After some thought, I decided “why don’t I have both bulls do her?!” Of course, there are no rules here! If they were up to it, she was getting double teamed! I approached each individually and they were in agreement. I suggested that they don’t meet until “game time”. The agreed, liking the intrigue it carried. I told them to be ready this coming Friday, four days away, and for Donny to plan to be there at 8, Johnny at 9. I also told them to plan to be there all night, as I wanted a marathon session. No sex until then, I needed all their spunk and testosterone at full on the gauge for the evening. They agreed.
I told Lisa the plan...kind of. I told her Donny, the super, was my choice. She already knew him, so it would be less intimidating.He would be there Friday night. She was holding back tears, but agreed. On Friday morning, I sent her to the spa for the full treatment, including the champagne bar, to make sure she was feeling beautiful, loose and comfortable. She returned about 6pm, looking gorgeous, with her hair perfect, manicured long, dark red nails. She was a little tipsy from all the champagne, all the better. While she was away, I prepared the house. Some drinks, some food for later. I set up the bedroom with an array of toys and devices...rope of course.
I also set up my cameras, as I will always keep these memories alive for posterity. Even better, Donny helped me get the wiring done when we moved in and I had cameras at every angle now.
I had purchased a black satin babydoll for her to wear, with black lace crotchless panties. She changed into them, I changed to my silk boxers and robe. After she came out in the baby doll, my dick jumped to attention, finding the opening in the boxers and and holding my robe at full mast. It was short enough that the bottom of her round, fat ass hung 6 inches below the hem, the sides d****d on her wide, mommy hips. Her big, saggy udders stretched the fabric to the limit and then made a nice d**** down the front, nearly a foot away from her round tummy. Her thick nipples pushed hard through the satin, showing every little bump.soon, the milk would leave the dark, wet stain I so loved She came to me, she grabbed my thick cock, but I pulled back. “Not yet…We will have our time”... “You have a “date”, remember?” I chuckled… She got misty eyed again, but the champagne took over and she relaxed again…I dimmed the lights, I put on some soft calming music... the doorbell rang.
Donny appeared at the door. He even brought flowers, a debonair gesture, but unnecessary for this “sure thing”. He was dressed casually, in a silk shirt and slacks. I could see his rod already bulging through the slacks. He made some pleasant small talk, and I asked Lisa to come out to see Donny. She appeared from the hall, the matching black satin robe covering her sexiness, but also allowing it to transmit through. There was no doubt the body under that robe was built for pleasurJust a drink ,I said, I’ll be here. I sat back down with my drink and now, he is close, his arm around her. I can see he is nervous as a school boy. I decided it’s time to break the ice here…
I looked her in the eyes, and said “you promised me”.... I then told her “ why don’t you reach over and touch it” “ I know you see it standing at attention, go ahead...touch it”... “Donny won’t mind, do you Donny?” Lisa reluctantly reached over and touched the bulbous head poking at the linen pants… Then she seemed to go into a trance. She got closer, she unzipped his fly, she pulled the strangled monster from it’s cage.It sprang to life, fully erect, bulging veins. Her had tried to grip it, but it was almost twice her grip.She stroked it clumsily. I told her to take off the robe. She got up and let it fall to the floor. Donny got up and dropped the pants and kicked off his shoes in one motion. He sat back down.
Lisa looked again at me with hesitation. I only nodded and she immediately took the black shaft in both hands, massaging it. Donny reached over and was pulling on her nipple, rolling it in his palm and fist. That feeling, it’s coming back to me again.I’d almost forgotten how I tingled at the sight of her first BBC encounter and now, it happens again, and I have front row seats!
I am watching, breathing hard, u*********sly stroking my cock as I watch her work over his hard rod. She looks to me, she sees me masturbating, she sees the look in my eyes, she now hesitates, she is having trouble understanding my obvious bliss. I tell her to suck his cock for me, take it in.She opens as wide as she can, she closes her eyes, she struggles to stretch her jaw and take it in...but she does...just as she had before, a huge black meat pole once again between her lips. She is slurping the head and the sound! It’s amazing, it’s so close! Before, I was watching it in a movies, so it seemed, but now...now it is so real!
I have to make effort to slow my jacking, I already have pre cum dripping off my rock solid prick. I slow to almost a stop, just watching. Donny is reclined back on the sofa, in ecstacy at her oral efforts. I tell her “ you must take more of his cock - take more in!” I command. I get up from the chair, my cock firmly in hand. Approaching the scene, stroking my cock, I use my other hand and force her head down on Donny’s member. She pushes back but I force harder and she gags, then catches her breath again. Her eyes are wide - they show the fear of her last interlude and I wonder what is in her mind. I almost think she now knows that Ray was my doing. Her eyes are telling a story as she gurgles and slurps trying to keep her breath as her mouth is being fucked with a firelog.
I’m now behind her on the couch, she has moved to a position on her knees next to Donny, her head bowed down in his lap, his cock stretching her mouth to it’s limit. I move in behind and grab her pussy. It is soaked with anticipation! Now, it’s me who goes still for the moment… Is she now aroused by all of this? Is it still the champagne? Is the sight of me stroking my cock, her knowing the pleasure I’m getting?
I regain my senses, rubbing her wet snatch with fury, inserting my fingers, first two, then three...I’m fuckinh her with my fingers and working her clit with my thumb as she moans. Donny is in another world, his hand now pumping her head like an oil derrick on his rigid cock. I now force my whole hand in her loose cunt, my other hand ensuring my cock is still like a steel rod as I stroke it. I ball my hand into a fist inside her, now pumping it in and out of her cuntwell past my wrist. Donny pulls her tits out of the nighty, he is pulling her nipples and milk is dripping all over his leg, so he pulls harder, gripping her fat nipple like a teat and, as he pulls down, the milk streams out. Her head is bobbing, my fist is pumping her cunt, her titty is being furiously milked!
I climb down from the couch, not removing my fist from her hole, and I sit on the floor. As she sucks the black monster, I pull her other udder to my mouth and start suckling, the milk coming in freely, overflowing from my mouth immediately. It also puts me just inches from her mouth, I watch in close up, high definition, her red lips working his shaft and I am mesmerized with the bliss. And then...everything screeches to a halt with the ring of the doorbell.
It's now 9pm and Johnny is right on time. Lisa looks up, her lipstick a mess, her mascara running...I love that she looks this way, disheveled, used. I answer the door and let Johnny in.though he knows why he is here, he is visibly affected by the scene before him as I answer the door with my hard cock sticking out of my shorts, my huge breasted wife in disarray on the couch and Donny’s thick hard rod glistening with her saliva.
I rush him in, I don’t want to lose the momentum. Lisa sees him and is puzzled, shocked. She starts to get up, get her robe. I stop her “Whoa - we’re not done here. We’ve only started”. She looks at me, then them, searching for both words and answers. She speaks, and says “...bu...but you said Donny… I had to make love to… but it was supposed to be this one guy… one time…” Shhh. I told her. “It’s ok, relax.We’re going to make a night of it. I promised to be here and I am -that’s all I promised”. “By the way, you met Johnny, remember?” I grinned. “Johnny, show Lisa what you’re all about.”
Johnny proceeds to take off his hoodie, then drops his sweats. You could hear a pin drop. No one even breathed. There it was, and not strapped down as before. His magnificent tool, almost totally erect, hanging stiffly between his legs, to his knees. He twitches his giant salami and it tries in vain to rise to horizontal, but it’s own shear weight drops it back down again. But, make no mistake, this shaft is hard as a hickory stick.
Lisa starts to sniffle and cry, I go to her and she buries herself tight in my shoulder. She knows she needs protection from being impaled by that phone pole. I pull her away, by her her, making her look in my eyes. I tell her…. “It’s time”.
Few words, if any, are spoken. Like a silent ballet, we each take our place. I fall back into my chair, my cock needs attention to get hard again. Donny’s cock hasn’t missed a beat and is standing at attention, waiting for it’s marching orders, like the good soldier pussy assassin it is. Johnny immediately gets behind Lisa and bends her over. He has been dreaming of that ass - I saw it in his eyes at the diner, now, the chubby ass cheeks sticking out of the black nighty was too much. I had prepared her cunt well with my fisting and he inserted a good foot of that thing in one stroke. She gasped and as she did, Donny pulled her face back down on his own thick rod. He is holding her by the hair, pulling her head down as Johnny slowly pumps his 18” into her pussy. Even with it half buried in her cunt, he can pump her and still be inches away from bumping her ass with his body! Incredible!!
I get on my knees next to her and start milking her like a cow as she gets impaled from both ends. I’m gripping both nipples and pulling hard and furiously. I sit back and look, I stroke my cock, she is moaning, she is gurgling, gagging. Something comes over me and I pull back and punch her left tit as hard as I can! She cries out in pain, muffled by the rolling pin in her mouth! I punch it again! And again! Johnny says “oh yeah! Beat that cow tit! Beat it!” He is getting even more aroused and starts pumping faster, deeper. As he does, she starts grunting. I tell him “ To the balls, Johnny!!” He huffs “That’s all she’ll take, I’m in as far as I can!” harder I say!
Donny suddenly pulls out if her mouth. He motions Johnny to trade. As Donny moves in, she drops to her knees, becoming exhausted. Donny takes position and mounts her like a b**st, trying to stuff that coke can in her ass. She screams out, but just as Johnny moves in and slaps her face hard with his bat! He slaps her with it, over and over, both sides of her face, smacking it with the giant dick! This distraction is enough and Donny is now in her asshole, and not slowly, but feverishly pumping her ass, her tummy hanging and bouncing with the motions, her tits, slapping the rug! I’m leaning against the chair, on my ass, jacking off furiously to this sight and sound.
I get up and Johnny see’s right away what I need and moves aside. Right then, I feel it, I start to arch, and it happens… I explode with three days of cum all over her face, catching her right in the eye as she looks up at me to help her! I contract and get another small spurt for her, landing in her recently coiffed hair. Without missing a beat, Johnny gets back in front, he smears my jizm from her face with his cock and shoves it in her mouth. Not quite as thick as Donny, but the length is more than she bargained for and she gags hard. He backs up a little to finesse as much of it in there as he can.
Now spent, I lay back in the chair, watching in a daze… I know we have only just begun. Barely two hours have elapsed since we started. She has another 6 hours to go, at least. I need to cum another few times and, ,ore important, the boys from the hood need to fill her with seed. Yeas, the night has just begun.
To be continued...
Well, here we are, a little over a year since I last wrote. Life has taken some serious detours, but for me, it’s been a detour down the road of ecstasy. You probably question that statement, and will even more so as I explain. Be warned, it is not a road to be taken lightly or without commitment. I have had an awakening of conscience, and for most of those reading, it will be seen as a consciousness of evil. Let me tell you my story and you decide…
When the baby came, it was as expected. She gave birth to a healthy, 7 lb...black baby. I won’t bore you with the details, but suffice to say, it’s been a difficult time. She told me her story, I basically call B.S. “After 9 months you tell me!!”...”What? You didn’t want to tell me in case it WASN”T a black baby?!?!”.... You know the rest...why didn’t you tell me,why didn’t you call the police, the school...you can’t now, no one will believe you, you’ll be the one on trial...the whole works. She was reeling.
The rest of the family had a similar, if not as harsh, reaction. Mostly, they just stayed away, became strangers, avoided contact. Same at work. She didn’t tell anyone but me “the story”, as I had debunked it to the point she didn’t even know what to tell people. They made their own judgments, I didn’t attempt to correct them. I also told them we had agreed to have the baby adopted. The waiting list was long, and to our sheltered, suburban,surprise, in this day and age, there was no stigma to adopting a mixed race baby. Dozens applied to raise and nurture her baby. She was devastated at first, probably relieved after, but she was now changed forever.
I made an announcement to family. We were moving away, starting anew, in another town. We are trying to work through things, etc. We both quit our jobs, I sold the house, cashed in on the retirement. Without a logical explanation or attempt at one, family and friends became distant. It was to be a new life in every way...
Obviously, I had taken the turn for the darkside, violating every trust imaginable. As I said, I took this detour and was going to see it through, even if it took me to hell in the end. Seeing my ultimate fantasy come to life in full technicolor reality, watching the video over and over and over,it changed me. It should be a warning to you, be careful what you wish for and, be really careful should it come true!
Let me share that the last year was full of confusing thoughts, but the one constant was that I needed to see that video of her being impaled by that giant black Louisville slugger as often as possible. I carried a thumb drive of it with me. I would watch it in the car and jack off in the parking lot, I’d watch at my desk at work. I watched it when I got home, spilling a load each evening before dinner. That only got me revved up, because in her overly hormonal state, she needed it constantly, a welcome reminder or pregnancies past. Her udders had ballooned to ungodly proportions, easily doubling in size and weight. She was now wearing maternity bras reading 50G on the tag! Her nipples, already stretched and thick as thumbs before pregnancy, now were a beautiful dark brown. The areolas as big as saucers and puffy nipples you could grip in a fist!
I resumed our old routine of suckling her pregnant orbs regularly, the milk coming in easily after only the third month. Older now and, more experienced with my kinks, she willingly let me tie up those milk filled marvels and lightly abuse them and milk them, invariably resulting in a glazing of hot white jizz coating a dark distended nipple.Quite frankly, things seemed rather normal and I was well satisfied between the JO sessions with my favorite homemade movie and, the near constant use of of Lisa’s pregnant, chubby,MILF body.
Now, back to our reality of today. We moved from our suburban home to the center of a large, midwest city. I found a condo to buy downtown. There would be no lawn to mow, no snow to shovel...no nosy neighbors. City life. Lisa was depressed, but open to a new chapter, starting over. As we discussed, the adoption was troubling for her. Our relationship? The sex had pretty much stopped. 90% her emotional state, 10% my preoccupation with starting over and fulfilling my ultimate plan. Don’t get me wrong, I was still horny as hell 24/7, but I just abused my cock as often as I could, with a few trashy pick-ups along the way to keep me sated.
Well, I basically convinced her I was all she had left, I’d stay with her, support her, but life will be different. The mind games I played were cruel, but effective. I already said it - this was a 180 shift to the darkside that could not be undone. She could leave me, I wouldn’t stop her, it was her decision to stay. And if she stayed, the rules were changing. She stayed. Let the games begin…
My choice of an urban high rise condo was not by chance. As you have probably already surmised, there was a method to the madness. First, after selling our paid-for suburban home and with the early distribution pension now invested, money was not a problem. Finding a condo in a somewhat economically depressed midwest city on a lake allowed my money to go far. Even after the purchase of the luxury condo for cash, I was still flush. I didn’t need to work, at least for a few years.
Second, and you see it coming… what better relocation for my purposes than to a city that is predominantly… black.
Without the need to work, I devoted all my time to my ultimate fantasy - having Lisa used, almost constantly , by enormous black dick. This time it was different. I actually sat her down, told her my plans. I had worked over her mindset over the last year to the point of agreement on almost any subject.
I told her I had forgiven her transgressions, but it had changed me. I had to start a new life, after all. To get myself through, I had to start thinking I would like it, for her to be used by another man. And now, she owes it to me. She could leave if she wished, but my mind was made up. I needed to see her making love to a black man. She said she would think about it and let me know the next day, if she will leave or go forward.
She came out of our bedroom late that morning. I was reading my paper and having my coffee. She sat down, and very calmly stated that she had thought it over, she realized all that happened had to have been her fault, and that she would agree. She owed it to me.Her only stipulation was that I had to be there, in the room, when it happened. “Of course, I would be there for you...I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
It had worked.My evil, vile scheme had worked. And if any more proof was needed, my stiff cock twitching in my shorts was confirmation. She would be blacked ...again!.
I had already been searching for my next candidate. This time, all the easier, as it would be no secret mission. I had narrowed it to two men, so far. The first, worked in the building as a maintenance super. We had exchanged small talk since moved in and he had been helpful in correcting some maintenance issues. I had no knowledge of his...manhood...but I knew we hit it off conversationally and, I had seen him sneak a few sideways glances at my wife. I caught his glances, licking his lips. I knew he wanted some of that.
Lisa was still carrying a significant amount of baby fat with her, that already round , plump bubble butt now commanded attention in even the most conservative clothing. It goes without saying that the miracles of pregnancy, gravity and now, age, did not disappoint in the area of her giant tits, now the biggest they had ever been post pregnancy. Her nursing bras measured a nice 48F, the massive juggs easily weighed 15 lbs each and, despite the harness, hung well to her waist, with the nursing pads the only thing holding back those southward nipples from poking through like wine corks. Her proportions had not changed, just the size of everything was bigger, plumper, sexier. In any event, Donny ( Dontel, the maintenance supe ) was obviously smitten. So, I approached him.
He was game right off. Not even slightly cautious or suspicious. I told him my plans, and I had the same requirements as when I interviewed Ray. Well, Donny was about 6’0, 42 yo, a very stout athletic build. Think a high school football player that hasn’t seriously worked out in 20 years. Still built, but approaching middle age. But the important thing… how big is his goal post? He didn't disappoint. Not as long as Ray’s member, but an easy 9-10” but...that thing measured almost 10 inches around. I sent him for his testing and we agreed to continue our discussions.
Candidate number two I met at the diner on the corner where I had my morning coffee and paper most days. Another regular, Johnny was a neighborhood native, born and raised just blocks away. He was 34 and a junior high PE teacher at the same school to which he went as a k**. I noticed he had an affinity for the white waitresses at the diner, especially the BBW blonde girl. I too, was smitten with that mid 20’s vixen, her big tits almost flopping out of her blouse when she poured coffee. I had already made a mental note that I needed to have her at some point...but I digress.
I brought Lisa with me a few times and introduced her, quite before our “agreement”. She was terribly shy, and could not make eye contact. I knew the real reason why and again, my cock strained at my jeans just watching the interaction. I also knew Johnny would be a player for my scheme. I approached him one morning and he was intrigued, but said he’d think about it. He was cautious, I get it. I didn't know him that well, but as he was leaving, I just put it out there “ If we move forward, one thing I gotta know is...how big is that thing”. To my surprise, he motioned me to follow him outside. We walked to his car, he sat in the driver's seat, pulled aside his typical gym teacher sweats to reveal the most enormous piece of meat ever seen by man!
His giant black snake was so huge,he had to strap it to his leg with those terry cloth headbands!! It was semi-hard, to which he apologized, but said the thought of banging my wife’s fat ass got him hard as hell. The thick head was strapped just above his knee!! “How do you even walk?!” I asked him in shock. “After carrying this thing around my whole life, you figure it out” he said. I stammered in disbelief “ ummm…. How...big is...it?”. “18”, fully erect.” he said with a smug grin. “It’s thick as a … well, just say it takes two hands to get around it.” I’m speechless. I basically told him he had the job if he’d accept, we’d keep in touch.
A few weeks later, I had all the information I needed.I had some more contact with my two candidates, both fit the bill, both were game. The one thing that changed from before was that there was no longer a chance of pregnancy. She had her tubes tied after the baby came. Both a relief and a disappointment in some ways, as she could no longer breed black babies, but the upside was no interruptions to my future plans.
After some thought, I decided “why don’t I have both bulls do her?!” Of course, there are no rules here! If they were up to it, she was getting double teamed! I approached each individually and they were in agreement. I suggested that they don’t meet until “game time”. The agreed, liking the intrigue it carried. I told them to be ready this coming Friday, four days away, and for Donny to plan to be there at 8, Johnny at 9. I also told them to plan to be there all night, as I wanted a marathon session. No sex until then, I needed all their spunk and testosterone at full on the gauge for the evening. They agreed.
I told Lisa the plan...kind of. I told her Donny, the super, was my choice. She already knew him, so it would be less intimidating.He would be there Friday night. She was holding back tears, but agreed. On Friday morning, I sent her to the spa for the full treatment, including the champagne bar, to make sure she was feeling beautiful, loose and comfortable. She returned about 6pm, looking gorgeous, with her hair perfect, manicured long, dark red nails. She was a little tipsy from all the champagne, all the better. While she was away, I prepared the house. Some drinks, some food for later. I set up the bedroom with an array of toys and devices...rope of course.
I also set up my cameras, as I will always keep these memories alive for posterity. Even better, Donny helped me get the wiring done when we moved in and I had cameras at every angle now.
I had purchased a black satin babydoll for her to wear, with black lace crotchless panties. She changed into them, I changed to my silk boxers and robe. After she came out in the baby doll, my dick jumped to attention, finding the opening in the boxers and and holding my robe at full mast. It was short enough that the bottom of her round, fat ass hung 6 inches below the hem, the sides d****d on her wide, mommy hips. Her big, saggy udders stretched the fabric to the limit and then made a nice d**** down the front, nearly a foot away from her round tummy. Her thick nipples pushed hard through the satin, showing every little bump.soon, the milk would leave the dark, wet stain I so loved She came to me, she grabbed my thick cock, but I pulled back. “Not yet…We will have our time”... “You have a “date”, remember?” I chuckled… She got misty eyed again, but the champagne took over and she relaxed again…I dimmed the lights, I put on some soft calming music... the doorbell rang.
Donny appeared at the door. He even brought flowers, a debonair gesture, but unnecessary for this “sure thing”. He was dressed casually, in a silk shirt and slacks. I could see his rod already bulging through the slacks. He made some pleasant small talk, and I asked Lisa to come out to see Donny. She appeared from the hall, the matching black satin robe covering her sexiness, but also allowing it to transmit through. There was no doubt the body under that robe was built for pleasurJust a drink ,I said, I’ll be here. I sat back down with my drink and now, he is close, his arm around her. I can see he is nervous as a school boy. I decided it’s time to break the ice here…
I looked her in the eyes, and said “you promised me”.... I then told her “ why don’t you reach over and touch it” “ I know you see it standing at attention, go ahead...touch it”... “Donny won’t mind, do you Donny?” Lisa reluctantly reached over and touched the bulbous head poking at the linen pants… Then she seemed to go into a trance. She got closer, she unzipped his fly, she pulled the strangled monster from it’s cage.It sprang to life, fully erect, bulging veins. Her had tried to grip it, but it was almost twice her grip.She stroked it clumsily. I told her to take off the robe. She got up and let it fall to the floor. Donny got up and dropped the pants and kicked off his shoes in one motion. He sat back down.
Lisa looked again at me with hesitation. I only nodded and she immediately took the black shaft in both hands, massaging it. Donny reached over and was pulling on her nipple, rolling it in his palm and fist. That feeling, it’s coming back to me again.I’d almost forgotten how I tingled at the sight of her first BBC encounter and now, it happens again, and I have front row seats!
I am watching, breathing hard, u*********sly stroking my cock as I watch her work over his hard rod. She looks to me, she sees me masturbating, she sees the look in my eyes, she now hesitates, she is having trouble understanding my obvious bliss. I tell her to suck his cock for me, take it in.She opens as wide as she can, she closes her eyes, she struggles to stretch her jaw and take it in...but she does...just as she had before, a huge black meat pole once again between her lips. She is slurping the head and the sound! It’s amazing, it’s so close! Before, I was watching it in a movies, so it seemed, but now...now it is so real!
I have to make effort to slow my jacking, I already have pre cum dripping off my rock solid prick. I slow to almost a stop, just watching. Donny is reclined back on the sofa, in ecstacy at her oral efforts. I tell her “ you must take more of his cock - take more in!” I command. I get up from the chair, my cock firmly in hand. Approaching the scene, stroking my cock, I use my other hand and force her head down on Donny’s member. She pushes back but I force harder and she gags, then catches her breath again. Her eyes are wide - they show the fear of her last interlude and I wonder what is in her mind. I almost think she now knows that Ray was my doing. Her eyes are telling a story as she gurgles and slurps trying to keep her breath as her mouth is being fucked with a firelog.
I’m now behind her on the couch, she has moved to a position on her knees next to Donny, her head bowed down in his lap, his cock stretching her mouth to it’s limit. I move in behind and grab her pussy. It is soaked with anticipation! Now, it’s me who goes still for the moment… Is she now aroused by all of this? Is it still the champagne? Is the sight of me stroking my cock, her knowing the pleasure I’m getting?
I regain my senses, rubbing her wet snatch with fury, inserting my fingers, first two, then three...I’m fuckinh her with my fingers and working her clit with my thumb as she moans. Donny is in another world, his hand now pumping her head like an oil derrick on his rigid cock. I now force my whole hand in her loose cunt, my other hand ensuring my cock is still like a steel rod as I stroke it. I ball my hand into a fist inside her, now pumping it in and out of her cuntwell past my wrist. Donny pulls her tits out of the nighty, he is pulling her nipples and milk is dripping all over his leg, so he pulls harder, gripping her fat nipple like a teat and, as he pulls down, the milk streams out. Her head is bobbing, my fist is pumping her cunt, her titty is being furiously milked!
I climb down from the couch, not removing my fist from her hole, and I sit on the floor. As she sucks the black monster, I pull her other udder to my mouth and start suckling, the milk coming in freely, overflowing from my mouth immediately. It also puts me just inches from her mouth, I watch in close up, high definition, her red lips working his shaft and I am mesmerized with the bliss. And then...everything screeches to a halt with the ring of the doorbell.
It's now 9pm and Johnny is right on time. Lisa looks up, her lipstick a mess, her mascara running...I love that she looks this way, disheveled, used. I answer the door and let Johnny in.though he knows why he is here, he is visibly affected by the scene before him as I answer the door with my hard cock sticking out of my shorts, my huge breasted wife in disarray on the couch and Donny’s thick hard rod glistening with her saliva.
I rush him in, I don’t want to lose the momentum. Lisa sees him and is puzzled, shocked. She starts to get up, get her robe. I stop her “Whoa - we’re not done here. We’ve only started”. She looks at me, then them, searching for both words and answers. She speaks, and says “...bu...but you said Donny… I had to make love to… but it was supposed to be this one guy… one time…” Shhh. I told her. “It’s ok, relax.We’re going to make a night of it. I promised to be here and I am -that’s all I promised”. “By the way, you met Johnny, remember?” I grinned. “Johnny, show Lisa what you’re all about.”
Johnny proceeds to take off his hoodie, then drops his sweats. You could hear a pin drop. No one even breathed. There it was, and not strapped down as before. His magnificent tool, almost totally erect, hanging stiffly between his legs, to his knees. He twitches his giant salami and it tries in vain to rise to horizontal, but it’s own shear weight drops it back down again. But, make no mistake, this shaft is hard as a hickory stick.
Lisa starts to sniffle and cry, I go to her and she buries herself tight in my shoulder. She knows she needs protection from being impaled by that phone pole. I pull her away, by her her, making her look in my eyes. I tell her…. “It’s time”.
Few words, if any, are spoken. Like a silent ballet, we each take our place. I fall back into my chair, my cock needs attention to get hard again. Donny’s cock hasn’t missed a beat and is standing at attention, waiting for it’s marching orders, like the good soldier pussy assassin it is. Johnny immediately gets behind Lisa and bends her over. He has been dreaming of that ass - I saw it in his eyes at the diner, now, the chubby ass cheeks sticking out of the black nighty was too much. I had prepared her cunt well with my fisting and he inserted a good foot of that thing in one stroke. She gasped and as she did, Donny pulled her face back down on his own thick rod. He is holding her by the hair, pulling her head down as Johnny slowly pumps his 18” into her pussy. Even with it half buried in her cunt, he can pump her and still be inches away from bumping her ass with his body! Incredible!!
I get on my knees next to her and start milking her like a cow as she gets impaled from both ends. I’m gripping both nipples and pulling hard and furiously. I sit back and look, I stroke my cock, she is moaning, she is gurgling, gagging. Something comes over me and I pull back and punch her left tit as hard as I can! She cries out in pain, muffled by the rolling pin in her mouth! I punch it again! And again! Johnny says “oh yeah! Beat that cow tit! Beat it!” He is getting even more aroused and starts pumping faster, deeper. As he does, she starts grunting. I tell him “ To the balls, Johnny!!” He huffs “That’s all she’ll take, I’m in as far as I can!” harder I say!
Donny suddenly pulls out if her mouth. He motions Johnny to trade. As Donny moves in, she drops to her knees, becoming exhausted. Donny takes position and mounts her like a b**st, trying to stuff that coke can in her ass. She screams out, but just as Johnny moves in and slaps her face hard with his bat! He slaps her with it, over and over, both sides of her face, smacking it with the giant dick! This distraction is enough and Donny is now in her asshole, and not slowly, but feverishly pumping her ass, her tummy hanging and bouncing with the motions, her tits, slapping the rug! I’m leaning against the chair, on my ass, jacking off furiously to this sight and sound.
I get up and Johnny see’s right away what I need and moves aside. Right then, I feel it, I start to arch, and it happens… I explode with three days of cum all over her face, catching her right in the eye as she looks up at me to help her! I contract and get another small spurt for her, landing in her recently coiffed hair. Without missing a beat, Johnny gets back in front, he smears my jizm from her face with his cock and shoves it in her mouth. Not quite as thick as Donny, but the length is more than she bargained for and she gags hard. He backs up a little to finesse as much of it in there as he can.
Now spent, I lay back in the chair, watching in a daze… I know we have only just begun. Barely two hours have elapsed since we started. She has another 6 hours to go, at least. I need to cum another few times and, ,ore important, the boys from the hood need to fill her with seed. Yeas, the night has just begun.
To be continued...
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