164 Waiting Nerves. Pt A free porn video
164 Waiting nerves. Pt A
It was a grey day again and Mary the lovely wife of Jack Luvit peered through the window at the empty swimming beach. The grey uninviting sea reflected the way she felt, the tide out as far as it could be, she could see the distant figure of her husband, and the dog and she knew in her heart of hearts that she would regret his return. She had spent the last hour watching him stride about the long sands, savagely throwing the ball for the dog working himself into a different frame of mind for his return, it was his way. Sometime if he was angry going out he could walk and think changing his mood dependent on the day to a happy soul all sweetness and light on his return or to a sadistic savage who she hardly recognised and in that mood, she knew it would be a visit to the dungeon in the roof space where he would take his temper out on her body, sometimes for an, hour at others for a day or more of bondage, pain and anguish.
Today she knew not what to expect, it had started a week back and he now felt betrayed.
Their sexual life had been lacklustre for the last year or so, well they had been married for 25 years, and like all folk life had become a little more mundane as each year had past, though things were in truth be described as quite active in most ordinary folk`s eyes.
Now before we go on mayhap we should describe the pair, Jack is a tall, fit bearded lad of 50 summers, still sexually active though only with Mary and nowadays her sister Maggy, they live on the sands, on the south coast, I won`t be too precise as to location as it would cause some embarrassment if they were stalked, but shall we say that the location is Sussex in the UK and the sands well known. There is 4 of these houses in the row, all 3 story, theirs the only one in full time occupation, the rest are holiday places so for a lot of the time especially in the off season the noise of some of the more robust ‘games’ is not a problem.
sister Maggy came to live 4 years ago at Mary`s request, she had never had a husband or full time partner, but was; well shall we say sexually no virgin, 5ft 8 tall, overweight by a mile, big floppy tits Mary allowing her a room and to share Jack sexually in place of any rent, partly as she hated being here alone Jack being away up to 2 weeks every month with his job. Partly it was as a sisterly thing to do and partly to spread the load as masterful Jack has a prolific sexual appetite.
Her c***dren had left now John to the navy and Milly to the air-force, Peter the oldest was in Australia, on a farm in Queensland.
But now Jack had two of them to dominate, his sadistic streak being dominant he had carefully converted the attic space into a fine dungeon to enjoy his more dominant sadistic periods, not that Mary disliked the pain, far from it, but she needed time after each session to recuperate nowadays.
Hence the addition of Maggy who now also enjoyed being used by Jack though it had not always been so, never having enjoyed pain before, having just worked the streets in a straight way, till Mary had found out her occupation and fetched her here to live.
As I said Maggy had arrived about 4 years since, in the season she ran the ice-cream parlour so popular with the k**s on this giant beach, Mary 2 years her senior, at 33 taller, willowy and much more attractive, looked after the other 3 houses, cleaning and holding the keys for the absentee landlords, it was a lucrative business, the tenants usually only staying 7 or 14 days and paying handsomely to live on the long and popular sands.
Jack in his excitement over the years had mentioned a few times, that he had a fantasy of watching or just enjoying his wife being used by another person, since Maggy had arrived he had nearly achieved that, the two women having slept together a few times, for his voyeuristic pleasure, from that first month, building up slowly till Maggy was as happy either in bed or dungeon with Jack or indeed with her sister!
Jack however had persisted that he wanted to watch his wife taken by another man and this is where things started to unravel a little, Mary not being keen.
Anyway in November, one of the other landlords rang and said he had let the fourth house to a chap for the winter months, the tenant duly arrived on the following Saturday and settled in happily, He had a broad smile and a ready wit, and was on his own saying he had recently become divorced and was after some peace. Mary showing him round and handing over the keys etc. His name was Oliver, 6ft 6 tall, wide as a house, about 30 and black as a coal-hole!
Jack left on the Sunday for his trip away in Europe, as was his usual pattern, the occupant of no4 shopped locally, but other than that kept a very low profile, Maggy remarking that he was a big lad and that she had never had a black! which Mary scolded her for saying it was not PC and the term was “coloured” though she did add that he was built like an outhouse and secretly wondered as to sex with a big black-man.
She didn’t see him again till the following Thursday, Jack had been away over a week by then and she was feeling Horney, Their paths crossed as she was coming back from walking the dog, He asked if she could recommend a cleaner for him to clean for him once a week, and he would happily pay handsomely for someone to do so, to which she quickly said she would be happy to help and agreed to do it herself, suggesting Saturdays when she normally did the three lets, though at this time of year it was more a quick check. And so it was that she appeared on the step on the following Saturday, broom and duster in hand.
In reply to her call from the back hallway, a voice boomed from above to “come in” and she duly did so, he calling down that he was up in the top floor sitting room watching the shipping with his binoculars. She did the kitchen and then the lounge then went up to the bedrooms and finally the top sitting room, a glass fronted viewing room that gave a wonderful view of the channel and the passing ships. He was laid back on the chaise-long his binoculars to his eyes, his body lying in the warmth of the winter sun, to her surprise he was stark naked and his penis was both exposed and huge. She stood transfixed, not for a long time had she seen another man`s tool and this one was what could only be described as magnificent. He lowered his glasses and became aware of her presence and the location of her gaze. She, realising he was looking at her, coloured up, then blustered and began to turn away. “no don’t go, I`m sorry I just forgot I was naked, I`ve been alone all week and it`s become second nature!” he began to rise, “I will go cover up…” she turned back and said that ‘you don’t need cover yourself for me as your cock was the most magnificent specimen I have ever seen!’
He sat back, smiling and asking if she “had not seen many black men then?” she smiled and replied “black men yes, but their dicks, well, no never!”
He laughed, beckoning her closer, which she did, “take a good look then, then sit and have a coffee with me and my appendage, and perhaps we can be friends” he reached to his side table and poured a coffee from the jug she had so far not noticed, handing it to her and asking about sugar, which she declined. As she dumped the broom and cloth he raised his right knee, moving his left leg to accommodate her there being no other seats available, she sat at the foot of the chaise-long beside his big flat feet.
Her eyes were again drawn to his crutch, the long black phallus laying slack against his dark left leg. She sipped her coffee, trying desperately not to stare, and failing miserably.
“Like that then do you?” He seemed stuck for her name…snapping his fingers as it came to him “Mrs Luvit, that’s it, isn’t it?” she said it was but he could call her Mary as they were evidently on naked terms.
“Well Mary my name is Oliver and I`m a writer who`s just survived a very traumatic short marriage, a year is all it lasted, and what you’re looking at was the cause of the break-up, my wife and I never once slept together neither before the wedding night or after, in fact as a religious wife she had never seen or touched the thing your fixated with and when she finally did on our wedding night, well, she began to scream I am afraid”
She looked askance at him, “did she never…?”
“not once in 12 long month`s… we never once managed any sex, she swearing it was too big for her and that she believed I was deformed, I even offered to have my brothers show her their`s to prove I was not deformed, but to no avail and after a month she went off home and promptly started divorce proceedings,” he shook his head and lamented “it`s been embarrassing, humiliating and a very long frustrating year, not to mention a sexually barren one!”
She sat still mesmerised by the huge sized tool, he asked if she would like to touch it and she silently nodded, like a c***d she placed the tip of a finger on the head of the sleeping giant as if expecting it to leap up and bite.
Instantly it began to grow, her eyes wide as a k**dy in a sweet shop as the thing stiffened and grew, her mouth opened in total amazement, 9, then 10 or even 11inches, she estimated its length, stretching her right palm to the body of the most amazing tool she had ever seen, her fingers wrapped round its girth but failed to meet around it, she added the second hand and was amazed at the massive proportions, musing to herself that she was not surprised the wife had not wanted this huge body splitter inside her, though in fantasy she loved the idea in reality… well it would be painful if not near impossible!
She placed her coffee down, as he smiled wanly and said that “he hoped one day to meet someone who would be able to enjoy him and he her!”
Then to his surprise, she leant forward and without a word silently kissed the end of the huge black stick, opening her lips as wide as she could and oh so slowly allowing the head to slip into her warm wet mouth, even stretching, she could accommodate only the tip.
He groaned, closed his eyes and whispered “yessss” and “pleeeease”…her fingers explored his big sack now, amazed at the size of his big black balls, her touch like a butterfly as she traced the giant wrinkled bag, the two heavy balls like big mis-shaped eggs jiggling under her touch when with a grunt he suddenly and without warning, exploded into her mouth, flooding her now bulging cheeks as she desperately tried to gulp down his creamy discharge.
Four, five, six huge gouts of thick man-cream squirted into her waiting mouth, her lips unable to hold his seed from bursting down her chin, as she allowed the still spurting tool to slip from her grasp, the final spray splashing on the old jumper she always wore for cleaning duties.
They exchanged glances, and he sank back onto the couch, as he went apologising profusely for his eruption saying again “it had been a long year!”.
She smiled, saying it “was her fault,” and “the jumper does not matter” as she retook her seat at his feet while dabbing at the big wet patch on her old woollen top.
Oliver said it had “been a long time, though I kept it down by hand frequently, though not off late being too preoccupied!”
She laughed saying she too was to blame she just couldn’t help herself and that she was sorry if she had been too forward.
He asked if she fancied doing more, but she declined saying if it had been a regular white size she still wouldn’t screw him as it was she doubted if she could take the thing he had there…but she wouldn’t cheat on her husband he was pretty easy going about such things but he did like to be asked! Also, as he was away she couldn’t ask permission of him even if she did fancy a challenge.
He smiled a sad smile, then he asked if she would still clean and if she would perhaps do again what she had just done for him?
She grinned, then said she would if it meant so much to him as she was sorry for his situation, and she didn’t count that as cheating.
He thanked her and asked if she would “clean” more frequently for him if he paid her…She found that a bit degrading, but took it in good spirit and said she would come and ‘clean’ for him daily if that’s what he wanted, and added that “in her life she had known frustration, and had hated it so she could understand the position he was in”
He smiled and kissed her hand, thanking her for her understanding, and she soon returned to her own home.
Overnight she dreamed of the huge phallus, knowing in her heart that she would have to try to accommodate the thing one day if only she could persuade Jack. Over breakfast she told Maggy that she had a daily cleaning job for Oliver, Maggy offering to help, but she said she could manage now, though she may need a bit of help in a day or two.
Mary collected the bucket of cleaning items from the kitchen and dressed in skirt and a clean jumper off she set for no4. Her unusually neat dress for cleaning causing her sisters eyebrows to rise and though nothing was said, Maggy eyed her suspiciously muttering under her breath as the door closed; “oh yeh, I`m sure!” and went about the washing up.
Shafts of sunlight lit the grey sea, clouds patchy and grey scurried across the horizon, telling those who understood the signs that there would be rain before long, the tide higher than it had been of late told of the on-shore wind, its waves beat on the sand, the gulls usually on the wind had long gone to ground, no human could be seen, there was a feeling of an expected storm the air heavy as she scuttled those few yards to the end house, sand blowing across the car park to pile against the locked public toilets and scour her exposed legs as she went from house to house.
She let herself in with her pass key, calling out to her tenant. On his reply, she went quickly up stair`s dumping the cleaning items on the table as she passed. Up in the sitting room he was again laid on the couch binoculars to his eyes, and just as naked as the day before. “Good morning Oliver” she chirped, “have you had breakfast?”
He replied that he had, and that he had been up since dawn waiting her arrival, to which she smiled and then knelt beside the couch. He complimented on her tidy looks, and the clean jumper saying he hoped the other would wash which she assured him it would.
He then looked at her seriously and quietly said that he didn’t want to “be a burden on her marriage or to cheat on her husband!” she assured him that she was part of a marriage that was “flexible” and that as long as she didn’t actually fuck anyone without his knowledge it would be alright, she explained all about her sister living with them like a two wife family, though she didn’t mention the dungeon or the bdsm games or that Maggy had been on the game.
He asked if she would, when she could, tell Jack about him and his problems, and when she was not available though a he hadn`t met Maggy would she introduce her sister to him…. Which she laughed at and called him greedy. At that he seemed more than happy.
He asked quietly if “she would let him see all of her naked as he was, and he promised never to overstep the mark if she promised to ask Jack when he returned, if she could sleep with him one day soon.” At that Mary laughed, “your hopeful I can take you then?” regarding him in a mock-meaningful way she asked “what sort of whore do you think I am that I would be able to accommodate that thing” she pointed at his prick quietly laying along his leg.
His answer had her spluttering, as he said “you’re the sort of lady who having seen it, now wants to know if she can really enjoy it deep inside her body, and don’t tell me you don’t its written all over your face Mary dear!”
She punched his shoulder playfully, smiling and denying it roundly, but they both knew he was absolutely spot on. Mary went to serious mode as the first of the rain wet the windows like g****shot, ”look, Oliver, I will agree this much, If you are considerate enough to just play with me till Jack returns without ever overstepping the mark, I will ask him for you, but I warn you if he says no, it`s No ,and no argument, though I suspect he will be ok about it and want to watch, it might not be but with Jack you never know and that goes for Maggy too. OK?”
“Also if it`s too much for me, or Maggy come to that if she decided to try you as well, and we say no, well it`s No and all bets are off got it?”
Humbled he nodded his acceptance of the situation, then kissed her on her lips tenderly and with feeling, the rain beat it`s tattoo on the big windows as they collapsed on the old sofa together.
Buttons flew from her jumper, then the blue button fronted dress, giant black hands soon fondling her trim white underclothing, gentle soft hands, that despite his size were as gentle as a feather. Her eyes closed as he kissed her nipples through the cups of her bra, her head back exposing her graceful neck to his lips, as he released the halter clasp allowing her beautiful orbs to swing free. His teeth next grated on her nipple, as he kissed her gratefully, she groaned loudly as the rain beat it`s tattoo unnoticed on the window and they both knew waiting for Jack, would be oh so very hard.
Black fingers on white skin, playing with her, exploring, touching, and caressing finally slithering her last piece of her armour from her body, exposing the smooth skin of her bubble but backside and her sex, bald, soft and babylike. His fingers played on her labia, trailed over her hood, found the wet tunnel of love, a thick stubby finger deep probing into her now groaning body, her arms round his neck reflecting every move of the dark probing didget.
Her lips hot on his, welded together as if they never wished to part, and she knew that she needed to enjoy that huge black prick someday soon, regardless of the damage it may do her, though her mind screamed that she should respect her husband`s wishes, and that it would be oh so painful, she knew in her heart that she would have to have him and ‘it’ and if necessary die in the attempt.
His fingers played on the nerves of her sex, her breathing quickened, and time stood still as she climaxed. The effect like a wave on a beach breaking over her whole body reaching every nerve ending, every fibre of her frame, rolling her eyes, shaking her head and forcing an involuntary cry to resound around the warm sparsely furnished room.
Together they fell back onto the sofa, that old chaise long, entwined, lips still together, his left hand still covering her mound, middle finger deep inside her body, her wetness making his palm slippery. His right-hand toying with her shoulders, her neck, her breasts as again she hit the high notes, her body alive with those feelings that make this world such a wonderful place.
He shifted his point of contact, working his thumb under the hood of her clitoris, finding that trigger, the nuclear button, for so many the button of self-destruction. Her back arched at his touch, her head thrown back gasping and desperately trying to take in air to feed her massively overloaded body senses. His hand became wet as she began to cum once again, no ordinary run of the mill orgasm this, but a massive sensual overload, collapsing her onto his shoulder to lay gasping as wave after wave overtook her till she finally found safety in totally u*********sness.
Her senses like slowly clearing fog, she became aware once more as her focus returned, of the rain battering the outside of the window, of her black lover, of her breathing, his caress, her exhaustion. She lay collapsed on him her mind scrabbling for clarity, her one word exclamation of ‘WOW’ summing up the whole experience in a nutshell.
Under her belly she could feel that huge stiff prick, rigid but trapped between them, she knew it would take just a second to slip its head into her, she knew temptation, flowering in her brain, could she, would she, should she… her brain screamed No her body an equally convincing Yes….Oliver looked deep into her eyes reading her mind, searching her very soul…then slowly and deliberately he shook his head…”No Mary…Jack needs asking first…he`s your husband we can wait,”
“wow a man of honour, your something else Oliver, something special”, she rolled free and knelt beside the couch, almost worshiping this man as she first kissed him then stretched her jaw`s around his massive cockhead once again , the stiff and angry looking black tool stiff to attention as she forced her head down that imposing shaft, gagging on its size and desperately stretching her jaws round its girth she felt she at least owed him that. As her head bobbed up and down, fetching him nearer and ever nearer to the climax she felt duty bound to give.
She felt his fingers gripping her nearest nipple, her left, softly at first he was pinching at the areola squeezing the nub painfully as the moment took him upward to a higher plane, the pain became excruciating, but she bore it with a will as they came to that final furlong, if he wanted her to have pain then so be it, she would bear it for this masterful black man she had only known a few days and a lifetime….and who had brought her to this massive climax
Suddenly with a cry the pressure on that squeezed nipple increased twice over and she knew he was beginning to climax. Her cheeks bulged as her throat filled, she desperately swallowed but still it came, jet after thick jet, flooding her throat, blocking her airway, filling her like no man ever had before.
Desperate now for air but reluctant to release this wonderful black tool, she tried to keep control but to no avail she was forced to die from lack of oxygen or to let the thing fall once more from her lips, she released it and it trailed away from her as she gasped for air, it fell still spewing forth its jizz, pulsing and jerking like a crazed hose, her belly and legs were washed with the hot cream. she became aware of the nipple pain, his fingers having releasing the nipple and the blood returning in a rush, itself the final straw, and she came herself again in gasps and eye rolling splendour collapsing across his stomach in ecstatic exhaustion.
There was a moment or two of silence broken only by the rain still slapping against the window, the enormity of their mutual climax like an elephant in the room. Silently she stood extended her arm to him and together they wandered to the shower in silence arm in arm. No words passed, the water cleansing them mentally of all their perceived sin`s refreshing them both and washing away the remains of the evidence of that fantastic moment.
They dried each other, then still without a word she dressed and left, he calling out as she descended the stairs, “same time tomorrow!” And the comment being greeted with peals of laughter as the door closed behind her.
She entered her home smiling, Maggy greeting her with a sarcastic comment about “cleaning!” remarking that the rain had stopped half an hour since and her hair was wet, something Mary had not noticed.
She eyed her sister with a beady eye kissed her and said “if she wanted some adventure tomorrow perhaps she would see to meals and walk the dog, as she needed some rest!” then added “and no before you ask I`ve not shagged him!”
Maggy knew better than to ask, never having had more than a quick glimpse when Oliver arrived, she could only guess as to what had gone on, but she was well up for whatever Mary had planned.
It was a grey day again and Mary the lovely wife of Jack Luvit peered through the window at the empty swimming beach. The grey uninviting sea reflected the way she felt, the tide out as far as it could be, she could see the distant figure of her husband, and the dog and she knew in her heart of hearts that she would regret his return. She had spent the last hour watching him stride about the long sands, savagely throwing the ball for the dog working himself into a different frame of mind for his return, it was his way. Sometime if he was angry going out he could walk and think changing his mood dependent on the day to a happy soul all sweetness and light on his return or to a sadistic savage who she hardly recognised and in that mood, she knew it would be a visit to the dungeon in the roof space where he would take his temper out on her body, sometimes for an, hour at others for a day or more of bondage, pain and anguish.
Today she knew not what to expect, it had started a week back and he now felt betrayed.
Their sexual life had been lacklustre for the last year or so, well they had been married for 25 years, and like all folk life had become a little more mundane as each year had past, though things were in truth be described as quite active in most ordinary folk`s eyes.
Now before we go on mayhap we should describe the pair, Jack is a tall, fit bearded lad of 50 summers, still sexually active though only with Mary and nowadays her sister Maggy, they live on the sands, on the south coast, I won`t be too precise as to location as it would cause some embarrassment if they were stalked, but shall we say that the location is Sussex in the UK and the sands well known. There is 4 of these houses in the row, all 3 story, theirs the only one in full time occupation, the rest are holiday places so for a lot of the time especially in the off season the noise of some of the more robust ‘games’ is not a problem.
sister Maggy came to live 4 years ago at Mary`s request, she had never had a husband or full time partner, but was; well shall we say sexually no virgin, 5ft 8 tall, overweight by a mile, big floppy tits Mary allowing her a room and to share Jack sexually in place of any rent, partly as she hated being here alone Jack being away up to 2 weeks every month with his job. Partly it was as a sisterly thing to do and partly to spread the load as masterful Jack has a prolific sexual appetite.
Her c***dren had left now John to the navy and Milly to the air-force, Peter the oldest was in Australia, on a farm in Queensland.
But now Jack had two of them to dominate, his sadistic streak being dominant he had carefully converted the attic space into a fine dungeon to enjoy his more dominant sadistic periods, not that Mary disliked the pain, far from it, but she needed time after each session to recuperate nowadays.
Hence the addition of Maggy who now also enjoyed being used by Jack though it had not always been so, never having enjoyed pain before, having just worked the streets in a straight way, till Mary had found out her occupation and fetched her here to live.
As I said Maggy had arrived about 4 years since, in the season she ran the ice-cream parlour so popular with the k**s on this giant beach, Mary 2 years her senior, at 33 taller, willowy and much more attractive, looked after the other 3 houses, cleaning and holding the keys for the absentee landlords, it was a lucrative business, the tenants usually only staying 7 or 14 days and paying handsomely to live on the long and popular sands.
Jack in his excitement over the years had mentioned a few times, that he had a fantasy of watching or just enjoying his wife being used by another person, since Maggy had arrived he had nearly achieved that, the two women having slept together a few times, for his voyeuristic pleasure, from that first month, building up slowly till Maggy was as happy either in bed or dungeon with Jack or indeed with her sister!
Jack however had persisted that he wanted to watch his wife taken by another man and this is where things started to unravel a little, Mary not being keen.
Anyway in November, one of the other landlords rang and said he had let the fourth house to a chap for the winter months, the tenant duly arrived on the following Saturday and settled in happily, He had a broad smile and a ready wit, and was on his own saying he had recently become divorced and was after some peace. Mary showing him round and handing over the keys etc. His name was Oliver, 6ft 6 tall, wide as a house, about 30 and black as a coal-hole!
Jack left on the Sunday for his trip away in Europe, as was his usual pattern, the occupant of no4 shopped locally, but other than that kept a very low profile, Maggy remarking that he was a big lad and that she had never had a black! which Mary scolded her for saying it was not PC and the term was “coloured” though she did add that he was built like an outhouse and secretly wondered as to sex with a big black-man.
She didn’t see him again till the following Thursday, Jack had been away over a week by then and she was feeling Horney, Their paths crossed as she was coming back from walking the dog, He asked if she could recommend a cleaner for him to clean for him once a week, and he would happily pay handsomely for someone to do so, to which she quickly said she would be happy to help and agreed to do it herself, suggesting Saturdays when she normally did the three lets, though at this time of year it was more a quick check. And so it was that she appeared on the step on the following Saturday, broom and duster in hand.
In reply to her call from the back hallway, a voice boomed from above to “come in” and she duly did so, he calling down that he was up in the top floor sitting room watching the shipping with his binoculars. She did the kitchen and then the lounge then went up to the bedrooms and finally the top sitting room, a glass fronted viewing room that gave a wonderful view of the channel and the passing ships. He was laid back on the chaise-long his binoculars to his eyes, his body lying in the warmth of the winter sun, to her surprise he was stark naked and his penis was both exposed and huge. She stood transfixed, not for a long time had she seen another man`s tool and this one was what could only be described as magnificent. He lowered his glasses and became aware of her presence and the location of her gaze. She, realising he was looking at her, coloured up, then blustered and began to turn away. “no don’t go, I`m sorry I just forgot I was naked, I`ve been alone all week and it`s become second nature!” he began to rise, “I will go cover up…” she turned back and said that ‘you don’t need cover yourself for me as your cock was the most magnificent specimen I have ever seen!’
He sat back, smiling and asking if she “had not seen many black men then?” she smiled and replied “black men yes, but their dicks, well, no never!”
He laughed, beckoning her closer, which she did, “take a good look then, then sit and have a coffee with me and my appendage, and perhaps we can be friends” he reached to his side table and poured a coffee from the jug she had so far not noticed, handing it to her and asking about sugar, which she declined. As she dumped the broom and cloth he raised his right knee, moving his left leg to accommodate her there being no other seats available, she sat at the foot of the chaise-long beside his big flat feet.
Her eyes were again drawn to his crutch, the long black phallus laying slack against his dark left leg. She sipped her coffee, trying desperately not to stare, and failing miserably.
“Like that then do you?” He seemed stuck for her name…snapping his fingers as it came to him “Mrs Luvit, that’s it, isn’t it?” she said it was but he could call her Mary as they were evidently on naked terms.
“Well Mary my name is Oliver and I`m a writer who`s just survived a very traumatic short marriage, a year is all it lasted, and what you’re looking at was the cause of the break-up, my wife and I never once slept together neither before the wedding night or after, in fact as a religious wife she had never seen or touched the thing your fixated with and when she finally did on our wedding night, well, she began to scream I am afraid”
She looked askance at him, “did she never…?”
“not once in 12 long month`s… we never once managed any sex, she swearing it was too big for her and that she believed I was deformed, I even offered to have my brothers show her their`s to prove I was not deformed, but to no avail and after a month she went off home and promptly started divorce proceedings,” he shook his head and lamented “it`s been embarrassing, humiliating and a very long frustrating year, not to mention a sexually barren one!”
She sat still mesmerised by the huge sized tool, he asked if she would like to touch it and she silently nodded, like a c***d she placed the tip of a finger on the head of the sleeping giant as if expecting it to leap up and bite.
Instantly it began to grow, her eyes wide as a k**dy in a sweet shop as the thing stiffened and grew, her mouth opened in total amazement, 9, then 10 or even 11inches, she estimated its length, stretching her right palm to the body of the most amazing tool she had ever seen, her fingers wrapped round its girth but failed to meet around it, she added the second hand and was amazed at the massive proportions, musing to herself that she was not surprised the wife had not wanted this huge body splitter inside her, though in fantasy she loved the idea in reality… well it would be painful if not near impossible!
She placed her coffee down, as he smiled wanly and said that “he hoped one day to meet someone who would be able to enjoy him and he her!”
Then to his surprise, she leant forward and without a word silently kissed the end of the huge black stick, opening her lips as wide as she could and oh so slowly allowing the head to slip into her warm wet mouth, even stretching, she could accommodate only the tip.
He groaned, closed his eyes and whispered “yessss” and “pleeeease”…her fingers explored his big sack now, amazed at the size of his big black balls, her touch like a butterfly as she traced the giant wrinkled bag, the two heavy balls like big mis-shaped eggs jiggling under her touch when with a grunt he suddenly and without warning, exploded into her mouth, flooding her now bulging cheeks as she desperately tried to gulp down his creamy discharge.
Four, five, six huge gouts of thick man-cream squirted into her waiting mouth, her lips unable to hold his seed from bursting down her chin, as she allowed the still spurting tool to slip from her grasp, the final spray splashing on the old jumper she always wore for cleaning duties.
They exchanged glances, and he sank back onto the couch, as he went apologising profusely for his eruption saying again “it had been a long year!”.
She smiled, saying it “was her fault,” and “the jumper does not matter” as she retook her seat at his feet while dabbing at the big wet patch on her old woollen top.
Oliver said it had “been a long time, though I kept it down by hand frequently, though not off late being too preoccupied!”
She laughed saying she too was to blame she just couldn’t help herself and that she was sorry if she had been too forward.
He asked if she fancied doing more, but she declined saying if it had been a regular white size she still wouldn’t screw him as it was she doubted if she could take the thing he had there…but she wouldn’t cheat on her husband he was pretty easy going about such things but he did like to be asked! Also, as he was away she couldn’t ask permission of him even if she did fancy a challenge.
He smiled a sad smile, then he asked if she would still clean and if she would perhaps do again what she had just done for him?
She grinned, then said she would if it meant so much to him as she was sorry for his situation, and she didn’t count that as cheating.
He thanked her and asked if she would “clean” more frequently for him if he paid her…She found that a bit degrading, but took it in good spirit and said she would come and ‘clean’ for him daily if that’s what he wanted, and added that “in her life she had known frustration, and had hated it so she could understand the position he was in”
He smiled and kissed her hand, thanking her for her understanding, and she soon returned to her own home.
Overnight she dreamed of the huge phallus, knowing in her heart that she would have to try to accommodate the thing one day if only she could persuade Jack. Over breakfast she told Maggy that she had a daily cleaning job for Oliver, Maggy offering to help, but she said she could manage now, though she may need a bit of help in a day or two.
Mary collected the bucket of cleaning items from the kitchen and dressed in skirt and a clean jumper off she set for no4. Her unusually neat dress for cleaning causing her sisters eyebrows to rise and though nothing was said, Maggy eyed her suspiciously muttering under her breath as the door closed; “oh yeh, I`m sure!” and went about the washing up.
Shafts of sunlight lit the grey sea, clouds patchy and grey scurried across the horizon, telling those who understood the signs that there would be rain before long, the tide higher than it had been of late told of the on-shore wind, its waves beat on the sand, the gulls usually on the wind had long gone to ground, no human could be seen, there was a feeling of an expected storm the air heavy as she scuttled those few yards to the end house, sand blowing across the car park to pile against the locked public toilets and scour her exposed legs as she went from house to house.
She let herself in with her pass key, calling out to her tenant. On his reply, she went quickly up stair`s dumping the cleaning items on the table as she passed. Up in the sitting room he was again laid on the couch binoculars to his eyes, and just as naked as the day before. “Good morning Oliver” she chirped, “have you had breakfast?”
He replied that he had, and that he had been up since dawn waiting her arrival, to which she smiled and then knelt beside the couch. He complimented on her tidy looks, and the clean jumper saying he hoped the other would wash which she assured him it would.
He then looked at her seriously and quietly said that he didn’t want to “be a burden on her marriage or to cheat on her husband!” she assured him that she was part of a marriage that was “flexible” and that as long as she didn’t actually fuck anyone without his knowledge it would be alright, she explained all about her sister living with them like a two wife family, though she didn’t mention the dungeon or the bdsm games or that Maggy had been on the game.
He asked if she would, when she could, tell Jack about him and his problems, and when she was not available though a he hadn`t met Maggy would she introduce her sister to him…. Which she laughed at and called him greedy. At that he seemed more than happy.
He asked quietly if “she would let him see all of her naked as he was, and he promised never to overstep the mark if she promised to ask Jack when he returned, if she could sleep with him one day soon.” At that Mary laughed, “your hopeful I can take you then?” regarding him in a mock-meaningful way she asked “what sort of whore do you think I am that I would be able to accommodate that thing” she pointed at his prick quietly laying along his leg.
His answer had her spluttering, as he said “you’re the sort of lady who having seen it, now wants to know if she can really enjoy it deep inside her body, and don’t tell me you don’t its written all over your face Mary dear!”
She punched his shoulder playfully, smiling and denying it roundly, but they both knew he was absolutely spot on. Mary went to serious mode as the first of the rain wet the windows like g****shot, ”look, Oliver, I will agree this much, If you are considerate enough to just play with me till Jack returns without ever overstepping the mark, I will ask him for you, but I warn you if he says no, it`s No ,and no argument, though I suspect he will be ok about it and want to watch, it might not be but with Jack you never know and that goes for Maggy too. OK?”
“Also if it`s too much for me, or Maggy come to that if she decided to try you as well, and we say no, well it`s No and all bets are off got it?”
Humbled he nodded his acceptance of the situation, then kissed her on her lips tenderly and with feeling, the rain beat it`s tattoo on the big windows as they collapsed on the old sofa together.
Buttons flew from her jumper, then the blue button fronted dress, giant black hands soon fondling her trim white underclothing, gentle soft hands, that despite his size were as gentle as a feather. Her eyes closed as he kissed her nipples through the cups of her bra, her head back exposing her graceful neck to his lips, as he released the halter clasp allowing her beautiful orbs to swing free. His teeth next grated on her nipple, as he kissed her gratefully, she groaned loudly as the rain beat it`s tattoo unnoticed on the window and they both knew waiting for Jack, would be oh so very hard.
Black fingers on white skin, playing with her, exploring, touching, and caressing finally slithering her last piece of her armour from her body, exposing the smooth skin of her bubble but backside and her sex, bald, soft and babylike. His fingers played on her labia, trailed over her hood, found the wet tunnel of love, a thick stubby finger deep probing into her now groaning body, her arms round his neck reflecting every move of the dark probing didget.
Her lips hot on his, welded together as if they never wished to part, and she knew that she needed to enjoy that huge black prick someday soon, regardless of the damage it may do her, though her mind screamed that she should respect her husband`s wishes, and that it would be oh so painful, she knew in her heart that she would have to have him and ‘it’ and if necessary die in the attempt.
His fingers played on the nerves of her sex, her breathing quickened, and time stood still as she climaxed. The effect like a wave on a beach breaking over her whole body reaching every nerve ending, every fibre of her frame, rolling her eyes, shaking her head and forcing an involuntary cry to resound around the warm sparsely furnished room.
Together they fell back onto the sofa, that old chaise long, entwined, lips still together, his left hand still covering her mound, middle finger deep inside her body, her wetness making his palm slippery. His right-hand toying with her shoulders, her neck, her breasts as again she hit the high notes, her body alive with those feelings that make this world such a wonderful place.
He shifted his point of contact, working his thumb under the hood of her clitoris, finding that trigger, the nuclear button, for so many the button of self-destruction. Her back arched at his touch, her head thrown back gasping and desperately trying to take in air to feed her massively overloaded body senses. His hand became wet as she began to cum once again, no ordinary run of the mill orgasm this, but a massive sensual overload, collapsing her onto his shoulder to lay gasping as wave after wave overtook her till she finally found safety in totally u*********sness.
Her senses like slowly clearing fog, she became aware once more as her focus returned, of the rain battering the outside of the window, of her black lover, of her breathing, his caress, her exhaustion. She lay collapsed on him her mind scrabbling for clarity, her one word exclamation of ‘WOW’ summing up the whole experience in a nutshell.
Under her belly she could feel that huge stiff prick, rigid but trapped between them, she knew it would take just a second to slip its head into her, she knew temptation, flowering in her brain, could she, would she, should she… her brain screamed No her body an equally convincing Yes….Oliver looked deep into her eyes reading her mind, searching her very soul…then slowly and deliberately he shook his head…”No Mary…Jack needs asking first…he`s your husband we can wait,”
“wow a man of honour, your something else Oliver, something special”, she rolled free and knelt beside the couch, almost worshiping this man as she first kissed him then stretched her jaw`s around his massive cockhead once again , the stiff and angry looking black tool stiff to attention as she forced her head down that imposing shaft, gagging on its size and desperately stretching her jaws round its girth she felt she at least owed him that. As her head bobbed up and down, fetching him nearer and ever nearer to the climax she felt duty bound to give.
She felt his fingers gripping her nearest nipple, her left, softly at first he was pinching at the areola squeezing the nub painfully as the moment took him upward to a higher plane, the pain became excruciating, but she bore it with a will as they came to that final furlong, if he wanted her to have pain then so be it, she would bear it for this masterful black man she had only known a few days and a lifetime….and who had brought her to this massive climax
Suddenly with a cry the pressure on that squeezed nipple increased twice over and she knew he was beginning to climax. Her cheeks bulged as her throat filled, she desperately swallowed but still it came, jet after thick jet, flooding her throat, blocking her airway, filling her like no man ever had before.
Desperate now for air but reluctant to release this wonderful black tool, she tried to keep control but to no avail she was forced to die from lack of oxygen or to let the thing fall once more from her lips, she released it and it trailed away from her as she gasped for air, it fell still spewing forth its jizz, pulsing and jerking like a crazed hose, her belly and legs were washed with the hot cream. she became aware of the nipple pain, his fingers having releasing the nipple and the blood returning in a rush, itself the final straw, and she came herself again in gasps and eye rolling splendour collapsing across his stomach in ecstatic exhaustion.
There was a moment or two of silence broken only by the rain still slapping against the window, the enormity of their mutual climax like an elephant in the room. Silently she stood extended her arm to him and together they wandered to the shower in silence arm in arm. No words passed, the water cleansing them mentally of all their perceived sin`s refreshing them both and washing away the remains of the evidence of that fantastic moment.
They dried each other, then still without a word she dressed and left, he calling out as she descended the stairs, “same time tomorrow!” And the comment being greeted with peals of laughter as the door closed behind her.
She entered her home smiling, Maggy greeting her with a sarcastic comment about “cleaning!” remarking that the rain had stopped half an hour since and her hair was wet, something Mary had not noticed.
She eyed her sister with a beady eye kissed her and said “if she wanted some adventure tomorrow perhaps she would see to meals and walk the dog, as she needed some rest!” then added “and no before you ask I`ve not shagged him!”
Maggy knew better than to ask, never having had more than a quick glimpse when Oliver arrived, she could only guess as to what had gone on, but she was well up for whatever Mary had planned.
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