bobbyluger
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I have been a browsing member on this website for a few years and am now paying the price for it. I am probably unique among the guys here in that I have a fairly big dick - I'm white and packing 8 inches. My dick has always been a plus for my wife. I have always enjoyed seeing the pleasure it gives her, and she has always enjoyed the psychological stimulation of getting piped by a big cock.
I don't know why, but I've still always fantasized about her getting reamed by a much bigger, black dong. This first took the form of a few vague inuendoes during sex. She would get mildly aroused at the talk, and I would try not to act as a aroused as I really was. Then I talked her into adding a thick, 12 inch black dildo to her modest toy collection. She wasn't particularly reticent about using it, but she didn't go absolutely wild on it at first. As a few months went on, we incorporated it into out sex more and more, to the point where she had great orgasms on it and sex would often consist of me simply jerking off while she (pleasantly) destroyed her pussy with that thing. What I only retrospectively understand to be a major step took place when she once came on the ginormous black dildo before I had caught a nut, and she said that I could finish getting off in her. I still remember noticing for the first time how it sounded and what it looked like when she pulled that massive dildo out of her snatch - how it left a wet, pinkish-purple vacuum (sucking noise upon removal, and all). When I got up between her legs and put my dick in her, I almost gasped in ecstasy and came instantly at the sensation of hardly being able to feel my wife's pussy because it was so stretched out. I quickly started to pound away, easily bottoming out balls deep, barely bumping the sidewalls on the way in and out. My wife, not really thinking of the implications of such a statement (still reeling from an orgasm), sort of sighed and said that she couldn't even feel my cock. This sent me immediately over the edge. Let me tell you, it is a strange feeling, especially having always ploughed pussies with a pretty big dick, to be hammering away with your nut-busting thrusts and not be hitting anything. You cum, but you feel as though it is still somehow futile, and that feeling makes you want to thrust and cum even more, which continues to be futile, and so the snowball effect goes.
As the next few months went on, my wife got to realizing how much giving me sloppy seconds turned me on. She was good-natured about it, treating it (as far as she let on to me) as an amusing little curiosity that might as well be indulged for the sake of pleasure. She only used the black dildo with me involved, and I got to know that hollowed out, ruined feeling very well. I got to know it so well that when I began to fuck my wife once right after she had come home for the day after a Saturday out 'shopping', and felt that familar and inexplicably erotic feeling of a pussy that has been pummeled by a thick, foot-long black schlong, I didn't think twice at first. But when I looked at my wife's face and saw a wry smile curling up at the corner of her mouth, I realized that I was not looking at the face of a woman who had just finished an orgasm that I witnessed and was allowing me to have my little jollies; she had gotten the same servicing at some point earlier that day, but not in our room, with me present, from the slab of rubber that we bought from a seedy adult bookshop. This realization made me startle noticeably and break my rhythm. My wife was obviously waiting for this moment, because as soon as she felt my pangs of awareness, she opened her eyes, broke into a full, knowing smirk, grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper into her with one hand, and grabbed the back of my head with the other hand to pull me in for a deep tongue kiss. I was so out of sorts that I didn't feel on the spur of the moment like I had any right to resist, so I submissively went along with her direction. This went on for probably 30 seconds, long enough for her to undoubtedly feel a strong measure of my angst, and she then released me from her kiss so that she could move her mouth up to my ear and whisper, "You like that feeling more than you've been admitting to me." As I started to stammer a response, she interrupted me by whispering, "I've pored over the websites you've been frequenting, and I know that you want me to actually fuck a black man. You're just afraid to admit it to me. But don't worry - you don't need to. You've just experienced the fulfillment of your fantasy." With that she pulled me by the ass into her again, and panted into my ear, "Now fuck this used pussy! Push that black man's cum deeper - pound it into my cervix." I gasped in anxiety and titilation, complying with her command. "That's right," she said, "I had that horse-hung, corn-rowed boy blow his load all up in me!" I was dumbfounded, but continued pounding away at her cunt feverishly. "Ohhhh," she moaned, "I can't even feel your dick after being stretched this afternoon. Just stir up the semen in there - you're feeling that more than you're feeling the walls of my pussy." I couldn't hold off much longer - the horror mixing with extreme arousal was all that kept me from cumming up to that point - so I glided in and out approaching another futile series of cum-thrusts. But as I came just to the threshold, my wife slammed both of her hands onto my hips and pushed my dick out of her pussy and me down face level with her belly button. "You're not cumming in my pussy," she said. "You're going to clean the nigger cum out of my pussy." With that, she pushed my head down and buried my face in her smelly twat. I no longer fought the feeling. I plunged my tongue straight and deep into her hole, moaning in ecstasy and dry-humping the bed sheet. I smelled unfamiliar sweat in her tuft of pubic hair, and I immediately encountered globs of ejaculate with my tongue. "Lap them out," she said. "Lap it all out and don't dare spit it out." I did as I was told, and busted my nut all over the bed sheet as I filled my mouth with black semen from my wife's vagina. She calmly raised me up so that I was sitting on my knees, got herself up and crawled down in front of me on her hands and knees till she reached my pile of semen on the bedsheet, then sucked and ladeled it all up into her mouth. She then sat up on her knees, right in front of me, within arm's reach, showed me that knowing smirk for the second time, and leaned forward to engage me in an open-mouth kiss. I complied, and we stirred the two loads back and forth. After about ten seconds of intermixing, she thrust her tongue toward my throat, powering me to start swallowing load. As soon as I began to swallow, she also began to swallow, and after just a few seconds, we had consumed the mass of cum. I opened my eyes, which I had kept closed during the snowballing, to see her again smiling at me. She said, "There's a lot more where that came from, and you're going to witness the whole process next time."
If you would like to hear about our next encounter, let me know.
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