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The King looked over to his left and smiled. On the chair beside the bed sat a soldier dressed in camo. His boots were tightly laced, and he sat with his legs outstretched, nervously tapping his feet together as he watched. He married his dream girl that afternoon, and was ready to be deployed as soon as he was called to duty. In a peculiar wedding gift arrangement, “The King” was to bless the marriage with a Prima Nocta fuck in the traditional custom of old England. It was a “role play” wedding gift arranged by a few friends in his platoon.
The “King” was a young black male with a gigantic bulge in his crotch. He was chosen for the role play because of what his friends had to say. “Don’t let him fuck your girl, because when he’s done, she won’t be your girl no more. She’ll be his girl.”
During the preliminary introduction and meeting, when he and the King stood face to face and toe to toe, their penises looked about the same. His was rock-hard erect, while “the King’s” was flaccid and jiggled like soft rubber. The young solder took hold of the King’s penis and began to masturbate it into erection. It didn’t take long for the King’s penis to grow, harden and stiffen into a boner. The young soldier stared at the impossible length and girth of black dick in his hand. His erection was dwarfed by the King’s huge black penis. The King’s assistant, whom he referred to as the “Wiz,” advised His Majesty.
“Don’t fuck her too deep, Majesty.” Wiz said. “Leave her with some ability to enjoy her husband too.”
After a few, brief minutes of foreplay, during which time she, her hubby and even the Wiz took turns kissing and sucking His Majesty’s magnificent penis, the bride and King lay naked on the bed- she with her back propped against several pillows, legs spread wide apart on the soft white top sheet and comforter, pulled down and rumpled so their sex stain on the sheet, if there was one, could be kept as a souvenir. The King sat on his knees smacking the head of his penis on her shaved pubic mound, making her clitoris swell with excitement and enlarge until it rudely stuck out of her camel toe crack. Then the King leaned over to mount her.
The soldier was a little nervous about the fuck. His new bride said she would go along with it, and assured him that women really didn’t care about the size of a man’s penis. She was told the vagina adjusts to whatever is the size of the man’s penis, and although size was a concern for men, it wasn’t for women. She didn’t care, and didn’t think it would make any difference.
The Wiz again advised the King not to fuck too deep or too long, and respect the groom’s sexual shortcomings. After all, the Kingdom was full of women the King fucked and knocked up with c***d. Did he really need one more?
The King flexed his groin muscles and his more than nine inches of stiff, rock-hard penis drooled precum onto the bikini line of her soft, smooth belly. She cupped her hand under the head to catch the sticky goo oozing and dripping like honey from the pee hole. Then she guided the head down between the moist pink lips of her inner labia and the entrance to her vagina.
She looked indifferently at the King, and lovingly at the young soldier. She’d had sex with her new husband before they wed and knew what to expect. She enjoyed sex. She always felt satisfied from sex, and sometimes was a horny for it. In the eighteen years of her life, she fucked two other boys – both one-time dates that ended with her feeling uncertain and unfulfilled after the sex. But her new husband was different, and she experienced her first orgasm with him. He took his time and warmed her up with lots of foreplay. He understood why it was necessary to get her off.
She did not expect to climax with the King. She was simply one of “those” women who warmed up slow, and because foreplay was so brief and more about his arousal, she was indifferent.
The King squeezed his powerful buttocks together and slowly drove his huge black penis into her vaginal orifice. Instantly she gasped. The King was much larger and she immediately felt the difference. The King’s penis hurt. She pressed her hand to his belly to signal him to stop. Very gently he used the sulcous rim of his glans to smear his oozing precum and discharge from her Skene and Bartholin glands to moisten and lubricate her tender tissues. The convoluted, deeply wrinkled tube of her vagina expanded as it wrapped around the thick, rock hard shaft of his penis and slobbered it with an unusually copious, slippery lather. As the King penetrated deeper, a warm pressure in her lower belly felt like she’d eaten a very large meal and perhaps needed to sleep and digest it. The King’s penis felt much different than her husband’s. It was like a very hot, very large, sizzling bone.
She was confident she would be able to “tolerate” the king. After all it was just a wedding gift and prank by his friends. It would be a one-time fuck- no more meaning than the one-time fucks she put up with before she met her husband. It really didn’t mean anything to her.
Her soft blue eyes gazed up into the King’s sexy brown eyes and their minds and hearts became just as locked together as were their genitals. She did not understand how they could not really be separated. As her vagina stretched to accommodate the King’s penis, she immediately understood everything she was ever told about size was wrong. The first penetration hurt because he was so big. But as the King gently fucked, the pain subsided and quickly turned into a pleasure she did not anticipate. She tried to hold on and be rational. But strong biological and genetic reproductive instincts awakened, overwhelmed her humanity and replaced her sense of reason and ration with raw a****l instinct.
The King followed the advice of the Wiz, and deliberately didn’t penetrate too deep. He thrust in about half way, the thickest and strongest part of his penis staying dry and unused. But it didn’t matter, because her vagina knew what he had, and she wanted it all.
The groom fumbled at his crotch to reposition his penis into a more comfortable angle, because he could not ignore his own arousal, even though it was his girl with another man. He was and was not thrilled by the idea, but figured that if it was a one-time thing, he could go along with it. She told him repeatedly it didn’t really mean anything. But as the groom watched, the aura of the cuckold fell on his shoulders because he was too horny from the sight of his bride fucking the King.
She lay on the bed in sexual submission to His Majesty, not really participating. She let him do all the physical work. But as the fuck progressed, she began to flex her buttocks and rock her pelvis in concert with his penetrating penis, because her a****l instinct kicked in and she began to enjoy the fuck. It had been just a role play she agreed to because her hubby wanted it. But with each deep stroke of his big penis, the role play evaporated and was replaced by an unexpected reality.
Her nipples spoke for her body. As the King pumped her vagina with his big penis, her nipples swelled up into hard, rude points as if they were inflated. With one hand she pulled on her swollen, rock-hard points and gently tickled around them on the roseola in small circles with her fingers. She reached her other hand down to her clitoris, which she rubbed with excitement. It popped out from under the folded hood of skin like the head of a tiny little penis. It was excited by the bouncy ride over the bumpy, vein-wrapped shaft of the King’s penis. When she wrapped her hand around the big black dick sliding in and out of her vagina, she was unprepared for just how big and hard he was, and how hot his slippery penis felt.
“Sire?” The Wiz interrupted. “I believe you ought to think about what you’re doing. What do you really want to accomplish?” The King looked over at the Wiz and drew the corners of his lips back in a wry smile.
Then King squeezed his buttocks to drive his penis deeper by another inch. Again the girl gasped as she experienced the new sensation of a big penis penetrating deeper into her vagina than anyone before. Because his shaft was even thicker toward his groin, he had to go slow to stretch her out without tearing the fragile, overstretched inner pussy lips, and to lather his dick with enough lube so he could slow stroke fuck. The friction of her tight pussy on his dick made it sear with burning pain until her lube made it slippery and soothed the savage b**st.
It wasn’t the King’s length that mattered. It was his girth. His penis was so much thicker than her husband’s, she felt like a virgin once again, on the edge of having her hymen torn. Wrist-thick, bone-hard penis pushed into new, virgin vagina, and the thrust moved her entire body. To adjust and accommodate, her vagina secreted massive amounts of slippery lube. The tight grip of her pussy pulled the thin, stretchy skin of his penis like latex rubber over the defined network of large veins wrapping the rock-hard shaft with such intensity, his penis throbbed with sexual excitement. Every time he thrust in, the pressure of her vagina opened his pee hole and more precum dribbled out. The sulcous rim around the head of his penis pulled their slippery lube out like a squeegee, so during the in-stroke, the physical sensation was intensely pleasurable.
It wasn’t long before a stain appeared on the sheet from the slippery lube oozing down her butt crack, and the musky-fishy scent of male-female sex permeated the air of the room. The stain on the sheet grew larger as their fuck became more physical.
“Majesty?” The Wiz said. He was about to caution the King to hold back and not go too far.
“No! No!” the husband said in a subdued, hushed and intrigued voice. “Let them fuck. This is really hot!”
Breaking decorum, the soldier unzipped his pants and began to masturbate. He was the epitome of a Southern redneck, with a shaved head of dirty blonde hair and a wrinkled brow in response to the simplest of problems he could not reckon. He was not particularly bright, and the mystique of the African male caused him some envy, tension and concern. It was why his friends found “the King” to put to rest any concerns he had. His face was sunburnt red, and his banana-shaped penis was just over five inches long and five inches in girth. Quite respectably average. His new wife was happy with it.
The King submitted to his own pleasure and against the advice of the Wiz, and to the delight of the soldier, gave the bride another inch of his big penis. She gasped with astonishment, wrapped her legs around the King’s torso, and once again pressed her hand to his belly, telling him not to push any deeper. But the pain she experienced the first time was replaced with an uncontrollable lust for pleasure. She began humping him like a bitch in heat. Her vagina swallowed his last inches until all nine were thrusting inside her hot body. Her buttocks flexed to rock her pelvis forward and backward and she screamed “Oh my God!” over and over as she reached climax.
She whimpered and moaned during her orgasm, which lasted about thirty very long seconds. This was not love- it was sex. Pure a****l sexual reproduction at its best. There was no doubt her vagina preferred His Majesty’s big black penis to her husband’s little white banana. Her powerful orgasm confirmed it. Prior to the King, she never climaxed solely from penile intercourse alone.
Her vagina worked hard to squeeze and massage the King’s penis and lather the voluminous discharge of female ejaculation over it to coax it into release of the virile sperm swimming from his testicles comfortably nested in his plump scrotum. Copious lube gushed from her vagina, trickled down the crack of her buttocks, and the stain on the sheet rapidly grew larger, as if she had a bladder failure. It was her first true G-spot orgasm.
As her unexpected climax waned, she closed her eyes and relaxed as if in a dream, and whimpered, “Fuck me.” It was like her pussy knew this man’s penis would deliver sperm and genes her body wanted more than anything. It recognized the power, strength and good health of The King’s body as being the most capable male with whom she ever had sex, to father and produce the strongest c***dren. She didn’t care about his income or job. She was secure with her new husband. But she wanted the King’s cum inside her. All this was transmitted instantly and continuously through the feel and sensation of his penis doing its job. She involuntarily submitted to the best fuck of her life.
The King resumed fucking the girl, and penetrated with his deepest strokes yet, until the wrinkled bag of his plump scrotum banged against the firm moons of her creamy white buttocks, bumping his testicles inside to intensify his pleasure and build up the volume of semen swelling his ejaculatory vesicles. In less than five minutes, she again wrapped her legs around his torso and pulled his pubic bone against hers and without warning and wildly humped and ground her pudenda against his crotch bone with the intent of a mating a****l, rocking her gyrating pelvis in “the female” position as a second powerful climax orgasm overwhelmed her. First time in her life she ever experienced a multiple orgasm. Her G-spot from clitoris all the way to her uterus was swollen with blood and throbbed as the skene glands oozed clear, slippery secretion on the shaft of his penis. Her buttocks flexed and lower back bent forward to intensify the contractions of her deeply stretched vagina as she smashed and rubbed her clitoris against the huge, rock-hard base of the King’s penis. She panted rapidly, vocally expressing the intensity of her pleasure to the paradoxically excited dismay of her husband. She became the aggressor. She was now fucking the King.
Her husband looked on excited and concerned, and with a touch of dejection. The King made his bride climax so effortlessly and easily, solely from the feeling of his big penis, and he knew after this fuck, their sexual relationship would change. The seventh, eighth and ninth inches made all the difference. Each inch added a new level and dimension of sexual pleasure for her. The King made her feel what a woman was designed to feel through sex, and her hubby knew it.
Evolution preferred the male with the bigger penis and against the advice of the Wiz on behalf of the husband; the King was committed to passing on his genes. Their three minds interpreted the fuck very differently. In her mind, the King was making love. In her husband’s mind, the King was fucking his wife. In the King’s mind, he was breeding. He was fucking for his pleasure, for her pleasure, and to produce c***dren.
The King enjoyed it. He was as horny as any male would be in that situation. This was no longer just a role play based on an old traditional, obligatory prima nocta. He felt he really was king, committed to his duty as an alpha male to provide her with his semen, and to impregnate her with her first baby. Later when she and her new husband resumed their normal sexual relations, she would adjust to his much smaller penis. Perhaps he could learn from watching the King work. She would love him. But she could never forget her King.
When the throbbing pulses of her second orgasm subsided, The King withdrew his big penis to fuck in a new position. When the head pulled out, her vagina yawned in a great, dark, gaping cavern.
The King rolled over to be on bottom and she straddled to mount him like a stallion. She lowered her ass on his big penis and slowly slid her vagina all the way down the shaft to his balls, taking his nine inches like an experienced whore in one stroke. He grunted and flexed his buttocks in concert with hers, pumping with his whole penis so she could enjoy it. For several minutes they bumped and ground together that way.
Her husband was astonished by how much dick her little pussy could take. Her vulva was stretched from her anus to clitoris, and from thigh to thigh. The pink inner membrane tightly gripped his penis and was stretched thin, holding on as it was pulled out from her vulva every time on the withdrawal stroke. When the King was fully inside her, it seemed the head of his penis might be all the way up into her belly, poking the bottom of her stomach. He didn’t know how she could vaginally swallow so much penis.
In this position, the groom watch the two grooves on each side of the thick central ridge of the King’s penis channel the discharge of slippery sex juices down onto his wrinkly scrotum and into his hairy crotch. Now the wet ooze trickled down his butt crack, over his tightly puckered anus in the deep, muscular recess of his Black ass, and his movement rubbed the goo into the enlarging sex stain. He stabbed his big penis all the way into her pussy over and over. Its girth was greater than her wrist, and her pussy swallowed it whole.
Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, she became exceptionally rough. She wildly flexed her buttocks and gyrated her pelvis. The King just relaxed and let her do all the hard work. His big boner slurped noisily in the slippery, firm grip of her vagina. Her buttocks and thighs clapped his pelvic cradle and thighs. She hovered just under the threshold of another orgasm, pugnaciously fucking the rock-hard boner
She presented her grossly swollen nipples, firm, hard, and rudely pointed in betrayal of the sexual excitement she felt fucking a big dick, for the King to kiss and suckle. The King tenderly wrapped his thick black lips around each one and sucked it as if it was already lactating. He chewed on the nub and flicked it with his tongue. Her response to having both her nipples and pussy worked was to climax again for orgasm No. 3. It was her first ever “nipple” orgasm.
Her skene fluid neutralized the acid environment inside her vagina, and the King’s pumping raked out any of her husband’s semen with the sulcous rim of his penis. It was nature’s way of replacing the lesser male’s sperm with the stronger male’s sperm. Below His Majesty’s flexing buttocks, the stain on the sheet penetrated to the mattress below. As long as they owned and slept in the bed, the stain would be a reminder of this Prima Nocta night with the King.
The King and the girl rolled over again, and without uncoupling, he scooted her down to the edge of the bed, wrapped his arms around her back and gently, powerfully lifted her as he stood up straight. She wrapped her legs around his torso and held onto his broad shoulders, while his strong hands covered her buttocks, supporting her weight. He carried her to the sofa, where he set her down gently, withdrawing his penis from her vagina.
At this time, the soldier stood up, followed them over to the sofa and knelt down at The King’s feet, between his knees.
“My King?” he spoke. “Watching you fuck my bride has made me realize the error of my ways.”
“What error is that?” asked The King.
“May I please kiss your penis while you fuck my wife?”
The King looked at Jay with a different expression on his face and rudely belched. Deep in his stomach lay a chicken being digested in bitter, acrid digestive juices that made its slime-covered flesh glisten and foam in the hot, humid darkness. He swallowed the bird’s meat in large chunks torn from the bone. Its remains rocked back and forth in the sloshing pool of foamy gastric juices while the King fucked. The unlucky bird was serving the King in submission to his digestion, accompanied by the repulsive rumble and gurgling in the antrum of the stomach where the soupy digesta was pumped into the King’s intestines. The King looked on the groom, his servant with the masculine countenance of the alpha male in dominant charge. The husband was for fighting, the chicken was for eating, and the wife was for fucking. It was good to be King.
“My good servant,” said The King. “I rather enjoy your wife’s pussy. It’s been a while since I fucked one so virgin young and tight.”
“Please Your Majesty. Let me press my lips against the firm, rock-hard shaft of your penis while you fuck her. I promise you will enjoy the feel of a second set of lips service Your Majesty’s manhood.”
“The King respects your decision. You may kiss my penis while I fuck her.”
The King stretched out on the sofa behind the woman, and she stretched out in front of him so he could enter her from behind. The husband took his place on the floor. After the King and his wife scooted into position, he grasped the base of the King’s penis to guide the head into his wife’s pussy. Precum oozed from the pee hole. When the soldier wrapped his hand around the base of The King’s penis, he recognized by the colossal girth how much more of a man was the King than he. He didn’t know a penis could be so large. The slippery goo from fucking stuck instantly to the palm of his hand. He kissed his wife’s clitoris and moved his lips down to feel the hot, rock-hardness of the King’s penis slide across them, into the tightly stretched membrane of her inner pussy lips. The uneven bumps of veins and bony-hard irregularities pummeled his lips with the same gentle beating as what she felt in her vagina.
The groom pressed his tongue into one of the grooves on the underside of the King’s penis, right where the organ slid through the stretched pink lip of his wife’s vagina. The king was bigger and harder than ever, and the husband admired his superior size with even greater respect and submission. The King’s penis tasted salty and musky from the slippery lather of precum, and tangy from the skene juices the wife secreted. The husband took turns nibbling on her clitoris, tasting the King’s penis as it penetrated during the deep in-stroke, and kissing each testicle when he had the opportunity.
The combination of the King’s huge penis rubbing her vagina and the groom’s nibbling of her clitoris quickly brought the woman into her fourth hard climax orgasm. The King once again held still while she enjoyed her orgasm. This time her vagina throbbed so hard, it almost made him cum too. He knew it was time. He had to fully submit to her vagina.
The King withdrew his penis and moved to a sitting position. She stood up, turned around, and straddled her husband where he sat on the floor. She half squatted and squeezed her Kegel muscles to produce a bubbly, frothy discharge of excess precum and skene. It oozed from her vagina and dripped into the husband’s mouth as a thick, clear, viscous stream of goo.
She climbed onto the King and mounted him again on top, sliding her flexed ass all the way down his throbbing, vein-wrapped black pole. The groom pressed his lips to her anus and rimmed and probed with his tongue as long as he was able. But she more or less ignored the husband as she moved her ass up and down to feel every inch of the King’s penis, from head to the balls. When the King suckled her nipples bouncing in his face, she climaxed again.
They uncoupled and returned to the bed. Both realized it was now time for the King to come. He lay down and she mounted him on top. He held off as long as he could, but the sensation built up and his groin area actually felt a little sore from the overstretched seminal reservoirs under his bladder, filled to capacity. He was ready to deliver. She remained the aggressor, fucking him with rough abandonment, enjoying every inch of his hard dick. But after a few minutes of detached ecstasy, he felt the tingle of male hormones fizz in his blood all over his body at once. He pulled the girl down against his manly chest and with his arms wrapped around her waist, in a reversal that would impress any wrestler; he rolled her over into the huge wet stain of their sexual activity and became the dominant aggressor.
His penis was in its largest and hardest state, and his testicles swung underneath with each stroke, spanking the firm, creamy white moons of her buttocks. He fucked very deep, thrusting with hard, sharp flexes while his muscles twitched and quivered with tingly sensations.
“Here it comes.” He announced.
With one colossal thrust, he thrust his penis in as deep as it would go and held still. His buttocks and thighs trembled. The groom watched from behind as the King’s penis flexed with powerful contractions, each about one second apart. A sharp flex in the muscles around his anus generated a rippling motion in the two grooves on the underside of his penis, and these disappeared behind the thinly stretched rim of pink pussy lip. Nine inches deep in her vagina, the head of his penis pushed against her cervical wall, and his pee hole lined up with the orifice into her uterus just as perfectly as when his thick Negro lips wrapped around her swollen pink nipple to suckle and arouse it. With a tiny thrust along with the sharp pulse of contraction, his penis ejaculated a teaspoon of thick, gooey, pearly white semen directly through the cervical hole into her uterus.
Ejaculation after ejaculation of sticky, gooey semen squirted from his penis until her uterus was filled with the thick, gluey cream, until the walls bulged with a peculiar internal pressure that made her feel “full” and internally a little sore. The King ejaculated f******n squirts until her uterus was like a cream-filled pastry. As he pulled his penis slowly in withdrawal, for the first time in more than an hour of heavy fucking, he began to lose his erection. He pulled his penis out, and it hung monstrously above her pubic mound, flaccid, spend and jiggling like soft rubber. Her pussy was the master of his dick.
It had done its job.
He half stood up on his knees and said to the groom,
“You may kiss my penis, for it has delivered my semen deep in your wife’s fertile womb. If this Prima Nocta blesses your marriage with her first c***d, you will love it and raise it as your own. “
“Thank you!” the groom said as he kissed the King’s penis. “Thank you!”
He slurped the flaccid organ and sucked it into his mouth, scrubbing it with lips and tongue while his wife drifted off into sleep, exhausted and worn out from the most physical and stimulating fuck of her life. The King spoke as the young man worshipped his spent penis.
“I am pleased to have consummated your marriage and made you cuckold. Tell me you understand our relationship?”
He slipped a finger under the cuckold’s chin and lifted his face. His big penis slipped from the cuckold’s mouth and jiggled slightly as it hung over the plump scrotum and testicles already in production of another virile nut. Their eyes locked. The young man’s blue eyes twinkled as they gazed up into the King’s smiling brown eyes, and then they became glassy as they filled with tears.
“You look so sad.” The King said. “You should not look so sad. Why do you look so sad?”
The young man shifted his eyes away from the King’s gaze and directed them over toward his sleeping bride. She lay comfortably with her legs spread wide apart. The gaping dark cavernous orifice of her vagina as it appeared when His Majesty withdrew had finally closed up, and a gooey slime of the King’s excess semen oozed from the moist, pink slit and glistened as it descended across her anus and down her butt crack onto the sheet.
“Why of course! You may taste my semen! You may slurp my excess that runs from your lovely wife’s pussy. I know you think life dealt you a cruel blow. But you live in my kingdom. You are blessed to have a lovely young wife. You are blessed to be my soldier.” A deep rumbling, audible gurgle came from the King’s belly. He realize the very physical fuck made him both sleepy, and a little hungry. “If you think yourself unlucky to serve me as my soldier, think about the chicken in here and the commitment to me she’s making. Things are not so bad for you.”
“Yes Your Majesty,” the young cuckold said. “I understand.”
“Did you get all that?” the King said to his assistant, Wiz.”
“I captured every moment of it Majesty, in clear, close-up detail, Sire. Multiple angles.” He turned to the young cuckold. “You understand why I call him sire?’
“Not really. It’s just a role play. He’s not really a King is he?”
“It’s what he does. To sire is to make c***dren. It is the founder of a family, an address formally used for a man of rank and authority, and the male parent.”
(Based on Blackiecs at xHamster)
The King looked over to his left and smiled. On the chair beside the bed sat a soldier dressed in camo. His boots were tightly laced, and he sat with his legs outstretched, nervously tapping his feet together as he watched. He married his dream girl that afternoon, and was ready to be deployed as soon as he was called to duty. In a peculiar wedding gift arrangement, “The King” was to bless the marriage with a Prima Nocta fuck in the traditional custom of old England. It was a “role play” wedding gift arranged by a few friends in his platoon.
The “King” was a young black male with a gigantic bulge in his crotch. He was chosen for the role play because of what his friends had to say. “Don’t let him fuck your girl, because when he’s done, she won’t be your girl no more. She’ll be his girl.”
During the preliminary introduction and meeting, when he and the King stood face to face and toe to toe, their penises looked about the same. His was rock-hard erect, while “the King’s” was flaccid and jiggled like soft rubber. The young solder took hold of the King’s penis and began to masturbate it into erection. It didn’t take long for the King’s penis to grow, harden and stiffen into a boner. The young soldier stared at the impossible length and girth of black dick in his hand. His erection was dwarfed by the King’s huge black penis. The King’s assistant, whom he referred to as the “Wiz,” advised His Majesty.
“Don’t fuck her too deep, Majesty.” Wiz said. “Leave her with some ability to enjoy her husband too.”
After a few, brief minutes of foreplay, during which time she, her hubby and even the Wiz took turns kissing and sucking His Majesty’s magnificent penis, the bride and King lay naked on the bed- she with her back propped against several pillows, legs spread wide apart on the soft white top sheet and comforter, pulled down and rumpled so their sex stain on the sheet, if there was one, could be kept as a souvenir. The King sat on his knees smacking the head of his penis on her shaved pubic mound, making her clitoris swell with excitement and enlarge until it rudely stuck out of her camel toe crack. Then the King leaned over to mount her.
The soldier was a little nervous about the fuck. His new bride said she would go along with it, and assured him that women really didn’t care about the size of a man’s penis. She was told the vagina adjusts to whatever is the size of the man’s penis, and although size was a concern for men, it wasn’t for women. She didn’t care, and didn’t think it would make any difference.
The Wiz again advised the King not to fuck too deep or too long, and respect the groom’s sexual shortcomings. After all, the Kingdom was full of women the King fucked and knocked up with c***d. Did he really need one more?
The King flexed his groin muscles and his more than nine inches of stiff, rock-hard penis drooled precum onto the bikini line of her soft, smooth belly. She cupped her hand under the head to catch the sticky goo oozing and dripping like honey from the pee hole. Then she guided the head down between the moist pink lips of her inner labia and the entrance to her vagina.
She looked indifferently at the King, and lovingly at the young soldier. She’d had sex with her new husband before they wed and knew what to expect. She enjoyed sex. She always felt satisfied from sex, and sometimes was a horny for it. In the eighteen years of her life, she fucked two other boys – both one-time dates that ended with her feeling uncertain and unfulfilled after the sex. But her new husband was different, and she experienced her first orgasm with him. He took his time and warmed her up with lots of foreplay. He understood why it was necessary to get her off.
She did not expect to climax with the King. She was simply one of “those” women who warmed up slow, and because foreplay was so brief and more about his arousal, she was indifferent.
The King squeezed his powerful buttocks together and slowly drove his huge black penis into her vaginal orifice. Instantly she gasped. The King was much larger and she immediately felt the difference. The King’s penis hurt. She pressed her hand to his belly to signal him to stop. Very gently he used the sulcous rim of his glans to smear his oozing precum and discharge from her Skene and Bartholin glands to moisten and lubricate her tender tissues. The convoluted, deeply wrinkled tube of her vagina expanded as it wrapped around the thick, rock hard shaft of his penis and slobbered it with an unusually copious, slippery lather. As the King penetrated deeper, a warm pressure in her lower belly felt like she’d eaten a very large meal and perhaps needed to sleep and digest it. The King’s penis felt much different than her husband’s. It was like a very hot, very large, sizzling bone.
She was confident she would be able to “tolerate” the king. After all it was just a wedding gift and prank by his friends. It would be a one-time fuck- no more meaning than the one-time fucks she put up with before she met her husband. It really didn’t mean anything to her.
Her soft blue eyes gazed up into the King’s sexy brown eyes and their minds and hearts became just as locked together as were their genitals. She did not understand how they could not really be separated. As her vagina stretched to accommodate the King’s penis, she immediately understood everything she was ever told about size was wrong. The first penetration hurt because he was so big. But as the King gently fucked, the pain subsided and quickly turned into a pleasure she did not anticipate. She tried to hold on and be rational. But strong biological and genetic reproductive instincts awakened, overwhelmed her humanity and replaced her sense of reason and ration with raw a****l instinct.
The King followed the advice of the Wiz, and deliberately didn’t penetrate too deep. He thrust in about half way, the thickest and strongest part of his penis staying dry and unused. But it didn’t matter, because her vagina knew what he had, and she wanted it all.
The groom fumbled at his crotch to reposition his penis into a more comfortable angle, because he could not ignore his own arousal, even though it was his girl with another man. He was and was not thrilled by the idea, but figured that if it was a one-time thing, he could go along with it. She told him repeatedly it didn’t really mean anything. But as the groom watched, the aura of the cuckold fell on his shoulders because he was too horny from the sight of his bride fucking the King.
She lay on the bed in sexual submission to His Majesty, not really participating. She let him do all the physical work. But as the fuck progressed, she began to flex her buttocks and rock her pelvis in concert with his penetrating penis, because her a****l instinct kicked in and she began to enjoy the fuck. It had been just a role play she agreed to because her hubby wanted it. But with each deep stroke of his big penis, the role play evaporated and was replaced by an unexpected reality.
Her nipples spoke for her body. As the King pumped her vagina with his big penis, her nipples swelled up into hard, rude points as if they were inflated. With one hand she pulled on her swollen, rock-hard points and gently tickled around them on the roseola in small circles with her fingers. She reached her other hand down to her clitoris, which she rubbed with excitement. It popped out from under the folded hood of skin like the head of a tiny little penis. It was excited by the bouncy ride over the bumpy, vein-wrapped shaft of the King’s penis. When she wrapped her hand around the big black dick sliding in and out of her vagina, she was unprepared for just how big and hard he was, and how hot his slippery penis felt.
“Sire?” The Wiz interrupted. “I believe you ought to think about what you’re doing. What do you really want to accomplish?” The King looked over at the Wiz and drew the corners of his lips back in a wry smile.
Then King squeezed his buttocks to drive his penis deeper by another inch. Again the girl gasped as she experienced the new sensation of a big penis penetrating deeper into her vagina than anyone before. Because his shaft was even thicker toward his groin, he had to go slow to stretch her out without tearing the fragile, overstretched inner pussy lips, and to lather his dick with enough lube so he could slow stroke fuck. The friction of her tight pussy on his dick made it sear with burning pain until her lube made it slippery and soothed the savage b**st.
It wasn’t the King’s length that mattered. It was his girth. His penis was so much thicker than her husband’s, she felt like a virgin once again, on the edge of having her hymen torn. Wrist-thick, bone-hard penis pushed into new, virgin vagina, and the thrust moved her entire body. To adjust and accommodate, her vagina secreted massive amounts of slippery lube. The tight grip of her pussy pulled the thin, stretchy skin of his penis like latex rubber over the defined network of large veins wrapping the rock-hard shaft with such intensity, his penis throbbed with sexual excitement. Every time he thrust in, the pressure of her vagina opened his pee hole and more precum dribbled out. The sulcous rim around the head of his penis pulled their slippery lube out like a squeegee, so during the in-stroke, the physical sensation was intensely pleasurable.
It wasn’t long before a stain appeared on the sheet from the slippery lube oozing down her butt crack, and the musky-fishy scent of male-female sex permeated the air of the room. The stain on the sheet grew larger as their fuck became more physical.
“Majesty?” The Wiz said. He was about to caution the King to hold back and not go too far.
“No! No!” the husband said in a subdued, hushed and intrigued voice. “Let them fuck. This is really hot!”
Breaking decorum, the soldier unzipped his pants and began to masturbate. He was the epitome of a Southern redneck, with a shaved head of dirty blonde hair and a wrinkled brow in response to the simplest of problems he could not reckon. He was not particularly bright, and the mystique of the African male caused him some envy, tension and concern. It was why his friends found “the King” to put to rest any concerns he had. His face was sunburnt red, and his banana-shaped penis was just over five inches long and five inches in girth. Quite respectably average. His new wife was happy with it.
The King submitted to his own pleasure and against the advice of the Wiz, and to the delight of the soldier, gave the bride another inch of his big penis. She gasped with astonishment, wrapped her legs around the King’s torso, and once again pressed her hand to his belly, telling him not to push any deeper. But the pain she experienced the first time was replaced with an uncontrollable lust for pleasure. She began humping him like a bitch in heat. Her vagina swallowed his last inches until all nine were thrusting inside her hot body. Her buttocks flexed to rock her pelvis forward and backward and she screamed “Oh my God!” over and over as she reached climax.
She whimpered and moaned during her orgasm, which lasted about thirty very long seconds. This was not love- it was sex. Pure a****l sexual reproduction at its best. There was no doubt her vagina preferred His Majesty’s big black penis to her husband’s little white banana. Her powerful orgasm confirmed it. Prior to the King, she never climaxed solely from penile intercourse alone.
Her vagina worked hard to squeeze and massage the King’s penis and lather the voluminous discharge of female ejaculation over it to coax it into release of the virile sperm swimming from his testicles comfortably nested in his plump scrotum. Copious lube gushed from her vagina, trickled down the crack of her buttocks, and the stain on the sheet rapidly grew larger, as if she had a bladder failure. It was her first true G-spot orgasm.
As her unexpected climax waned, she closed her eyes and relaxed as if in a dream, and whimpered, “Fuck me.” It was like her pussy knew this man’s penis would deliver sperm and genes her body wanted more than anything. It recognized the power, strength and good health of The King’s body as being the most capable male with whom she ever had sex, to father and produce the strongest c***dren. She didn’t care about his income or job. She was secure with her new husband. But she wanted the King’s cum inside her. All this was transmitted instantly and continuously through the feel and sensation of his penis doing its job. She involuntarily submitted to the best fuck of her life.
The King resumed fucking the girl, and penetrated with his deepest strokes yet, until the wrinkled bag of his plump scrotum banged against the firm moons of her creamy white buttocks, bumping his testicles inside to intensify his pleasure and build up the volume of semen swelling his ejaculatory vesicles. In less than five minutes, she again wrapped her legs around his torso and pulled his pubic bone against hers and without warning and wildly humped and ground her pudenda against his crotch bone with the intent of a mating a****l, rocking her gyrating pelvis in “the female” position as a second powerful climax orgasm overwhelmed her. First time in her life she ever experienced a multiple orgasm. Her G-spot from clitoris all the way to her uterus was swollen with blood and throbbed as the skene glands oozed clear, slippery secretion on the shaft of his penis. Her buttocks flexed and lower back bent forward to intensify the contractions of her deeply stretched vagina as she smashed and rubbed her clitoris against the huge, rock-hard base of the King’s penis. She panted rapidly, vocally expressing the intensity of her pleasure to the paradoxically excited dismay of her husband. She became the aggressor. She was now fucking the King.
Her husband looked on excited and concerned, and with a touch of dejection. The King made his bride climax so effortlessly and easily, solely from the feeling of his big penis, and he knew after this fuck, their sexual relationship would change. The seventh, eighth and ninth inches made all the difference. Each inch added a new level and dimension of sexual pleasure for her. The King made her feel what a woman was designed to feel through sex, and her hubby knew it.
Evolution preferred the male with the bigger penis and against the advice of the Wiz on behalf of the husband; the King was committed to passing on his genes. Their three minds interpreted the fuck very differently. In her mind, the King was making love. In her husband’s mind, the King was fucking his wife. In the King’s mind, he was breeding. He was fucking for his pleasure, for her pleasure, and to produce c***dren.
The King enjoyed it. He was as horny as any male would be in that situation. This was no longer just a role play based on an old traditional, obligatory prima nocta. He felt he really was king, committed to his duty as an alpha male to provide her with his semen, and to impregnate her with her first baby. Later when she and her new husband resumed their normal sexual relations, she would adjust to his much smaller penis. Perhaps he could learn from watching the King work. She would love him. But she could never forget her King.
When the throbbing pulses of her second orgasm subsided, The King withdrew his big penis to fuck in a new position. When the head pulled out, her vagina yawned in a great, dark, gaping cavern.
The King rolled over to be on bottom and she straddled to mount him like a stallion. She lowered her ass on his big penis and slowly slid her vagina all the way down the shaft to his balls, taking his nine inches like an experienced whore in one stroke. He grunted and flexed his buttocks in concert with hers, pumping with his whole penis so she could enjoy it. For several minutes they bumped and ground together that way.
Her husband was astonished by how much dick her little pussy could take. Her vulva was stretched from her anus to clitoris, and from thigh to thigh. The pink inner membrane tightly gripped his penis and was stretched thin, holding on as it was pulled out from her vulva every time on the withdrawal stroke. When the King was fully inside her, it seemed the head of his penis might be all the way up into her belly, poking the bottom of her stomach. He didn’t know how she could vaginally swallow so much penis.
In this position, the groom watch the two grooves on each side of the thick central ridge of the King’s penis channel the discharge of slippery sex juices down onto his wrinkly scrotum and into his hairy crotch. Now the wet ooze trickled down his butt crack, over his tightly puckered anus in the deep, muscular recess of his Black ass, and his movement rubbed the goo into the enlarging sex stain. He stabbed his big penis all the way into her pussy over and over. Its girth was greater than her wrist, and her pussy swallowed it whole.
Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, she became exceptionally rough. She wildly flexed her buttocks and gyrated her pelvis. The King just relaxed and let her do all the hard work. His big boner slurped noisily in the slippery, firm grip of her vagina. Her buttocks and thighs clapped his pelvic cradle and thighs. She hovered just under the threshold of another orgasm, pugnaciously fucking the rock-hard boner
She presented her grossly swollen nipples, firm, hard, and rudely pointed in betrayal of the sexual excitement she felt fucking a big dick, for the King to kiss and suckle. The King tenderly wrapped his thick black lips around each one and sucked it as if it was already lactating. He chewed on the nub and flicked it with his tongue. Her response to having both her nipples and pussy worked was to climax again for orgasm No. 3. It was her first ever “nipple” orgasm.
Her skene fluid neutralized the acid environment inside her vagina, and the King’s pumping raked out any of her husband’s semen with the sulcous rim of his penis. It was nature’s way of replacing the lesser male’s sperm with the stronger male’s sperm. Below His Majesty’s flexing buttocks, the stain on the sheet penetrated to the mattress below. As long as they owned and slept in the bed, the stain would be a reminder of this Prima Nocta night with the King.
The King and the girl rolled over again, and without uncoupling, he scooted her down to the edge of the bed, wrapped his arms around her back and gently, powerfully lifted her as he stood up straight. She wrapped her legs around his torso and held onto his broad shoulders, while his strong hands covered her buttocks, supporting her weight. He carried her to the sofa, where he set her down gently, withdrawing his penis from her vagina.
At this time, the soldier stood up, followed them over to the sofa and knelt down at The King’s feet, between his knees.
“My King?” he spoke. “Watching you fuck my bride has made me realize the error of my ways.”
“What error is that?” asked The King.
“May I please kiss your penis while you fuck my wife?”
The King looked at Jay with a different expression on his face and rudely belched. Deep in his stomach lay a chicken being digested in bitter, acrid digestive juices that made its slime-covered flesh glisten and foam in the hot, humid darkness. He swallowed the bird’s meat in large chunks torn from the bone. Its remains rocked back and forth in the sloshing pool of foamy gastric juices while the King fucked. The unlucky bird was serving the King in submission to his digestion, accompanied by the repulsive rumble and gurgling in the antrum of the stomach where the soupy digesta was pumped into the King’s intestines. The King looked on the groom, his servant with the masculine countenance of the alpha male in dominant charge. The husband was for fighting, the chicken was for eating, and the wife was for fucking. It was good to be King.
“My good servant,” said The King. “I rather enjoy your wife’s pussy. It’s been a while since I fucked one so virgin young and tight.”
“Please Your Majesty. Let me press my lips against the firm, rock-hard shaft of your penis while you fuck her. I promise you will enjoy the feel of a second set of lips service Your Majesty’s manhood.”
“The King respects your decision. You may kiss my penis while I fuck her.”
The King stretched out on the sofa behind the woman, and she stretched out in front of him so he could enter her from behind. The husband took his place on the floor. After the King and his wife scooted into position, he grasped the base of the King’s penis to guide the head into his wife’s pussy. Precum oozed from the pee hole. When the soldier wrapped his hand around the base of The King’s penis, he recognized by the colossal girth how much more of a man was the King than he. He didn’t know a penis could be so large. The slippery goo from fucking stuck instantly to the palm of his hand. He kissed his wife’s clitoris and moved his lips down to feel the hot, rock-hardness of the King’s penis slide across them, into the tightly stretched membrane of her inner pussy lips. The uneven bumps of veins and bony-hard irregularities pummeled his lips with the same gentle beating as what she felt in her vagina.
The groom pressed his tongue into one of the grooves on the underside of the King’s penis, right where the organ slid through the stretched pink lip of his wife’s vagina. The king was bigger and harder than ever, and the husband admired his superior size with even greater respect and submission. The King’s penis tasted salty and musky from the slippery lather of precum, and tangy from the skene juices the wife secreted. The husband took turns nibbling on her clitoris, tasting the King’s penis as it penetrated during the deep in-stroke, and kissing each testicle when he had the opportunity.
The combination of the King’s huge penis rubbing her vagina and the groom’s nibbling of her clitoris quickly brought the woman into her fourth hard climax orgasm. The King once again held still while she enjoyed her orgasm. This time her vagina throbbed so hard, it almost made him cum too. He knew it was time. He had to fully submit to her vagina.
The King withdrew his penis and moved to a sitting position. She stood up, turned around, and straddled her husband where he sat on the floor. She half squatted and squeezed her Kegel muscles to produce a bubbly, frothy discharge of excess precum and skene. It oozed from her vagina and dripped into the husband’s mouth as a thick, clear, viscous stream of goo.
She climbed onto the King and mounted him again on top, sliding her flexed ass all the way down his throbbing, vein-wrapped black pole. The groom pressed his lips to her anus and rimmed and probed with his tongue as long as he was able. But she more or less ignored the husband as she moved her ass up and down to feel every inch of the King’s penis, from head to the balls. When the King suckled her nipples bouncing in his face, she climaxed again.
They uncoupled and returned to the bed. Both realized it was now time for the King to come. He lay down and she mounted him on top. He held off as long as he could, but the sensation built up and his groin area actually felt a little sore from the overstretched seminal reservoirs under his bladder, filled to capacity. He was ready to deliver. She remained the aggressor, fucking him with rough abandonment, enjoying every inch of his hard dick. But after a few minutes of detached ecstasy, he felt the tingle of male hormones fizz in his blood all over his body at once. He pulled the girl down against his manly chest and with his arms wrapped around her waist, in a reversal that would impress any wrestler; he rolled her over into the huge wet stain of their sexual activity and became the dominant aggressor.
His penis was in its largest and hardest state, and his testicles swung underneath with each stroke, spanking the firm, creamy white moons of her buttocks. He fucked very deep, thrusting with hard, sharp flexes while his muscles twitched and quivered with tingly sensations.
“Here it comes.” He announced.
With one colossal thrust, he thrust his penis in as deep as it would go and held still. His buttocks and thighs trembled. The groom watched from behind as the King’s penis flexed with powerful contractions, each about one second apart. A sharp flex in the muscles around his anus generated a rippling motion in the two grooves on the underside of his penis, and these disappeared behind the thinly stretched rim of pink pussy lip. Nine inches deep in her vagina, the head of his penis pushed against her cervical wall, and his pee hole lined up with the orifice into her uterus just as perfectly as when his thick Negro lips wrapped around her swollen pink nipple to suckle and arouse it. With a tiny thrust along with the sharp pulse of contraction, his penis ejaculated a teaspoon of thick, gooey, pearly white semen directly through the cervical hole into her uterus.
Ejaculation after ejaculation of sticky, gooey semen squirted from his penis until her uterus was filled with the thick, gluey cream, until the walls bulged with a peculiar internal pressure that made her feel “full” and internally a little sore. The King ejaculated f******n squirts until her uterus was like a cream-filled pastry. As he pulled his penis slowly in withdrawal, for the first time in more than an hour of heavy fucking, he began to lose his erection. He pulled his penis out, and it hung monstrously above her pubic mound, flaccid, spend and jiggling like soft rubber. Her pussy was the master of his dick.
It had done its job.
He half stood up on his knees and said to the groom,
“You may kiss my penis, for it has delivered my semen deep in your wife’s fertile womb. If this Prima Nocta blesses your marriage with her first c***d, you will love it and raise it as your own. “
“Thank you!” the groom said as he kissed the King’s penis. “Thank you!”
He slurped the flaccid organ and sucked it into his mouth, scrubbing it with lips and tongue while his wife drifted off into sleep, exhausted and worn out from the most physical and stimulating fuck of her life. The King spoke as the young man worshipped his spent penis.
“I am pleased to have consummated your marriage and made you cuckold. Tell me you understand our relationship?”
He slipped a finger under the cuckold’s chin and lifted his face. His big penis slipped from the cuckold’s mouth and jiggled slightly as it hung over the plump scrotum and testicles already in production of another virile nut. Their eyes locked. The young man’s blue eyes twinkled as they gazed up into the King’s smiling brown eyes, and then they became glassy as they filled with tears.
“You look so sad.” The King said. “You should not look so sad. Why do you look so sad?”
The young man shifted his eyes away from the King’s gaze and directed them over toward his sleeping bride. She lay comfortably with her legs spread wide apart. The gaping dark cavernous orifice of her vagina as it appeared when His Majesty withdrew had finally closed up, and a gooey slime of the King’s excess semen oozed from the moist, pink slit and glistened as it descended across her anus and down her butt crack onto the sheet.
“Why of course! You may taste my semen! You may slurp my excess that runs from your lovely wife’s pussy. I know you think life dealt you a cruel blow. But you live in my kingdom. You are blessed to have a lovely young wife. You are blessed to be my soldier.” A deep rumbling, audible gurgle came from the King’s belly. He realize the very physical fuck made him both sleepy, and a little hungry. “If you think yourself unlucky to serve me as my soldier, think about the chicken in here and the commitment to me she’s making. Things are not so bad for you.”
“Yes Your Majesty,” the young cuckold said. “I understand.”
“Did you get all that?” the King said to his assistant, Wiz.”
“I captured every moment of it Majesty, in clear, close-up detail, Sire. Multiple angles.” He turned to the young cuckold. “You understand why I call him sire?’
“Not really. It’s just a role play. He’s not really a King is he?”
“It’s what he does. To sire is to make c***dren. It is the founder of a family, an address formally used for a man of rank and authority, and the male parent.”
(Based on Blackiecs at xHamster)
Cathalina
- 07.12.2021
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