From: fx728@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Rob Stevens)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Vic & Jenny (wife watch, inter-racial, size queen)
Date: 27 Nov 1995 05:34:10 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland OH (USA)
Message-ID: <49bikj$16i@madeline.INS.CWRU.Edu>







I didn't write the original version of this story, however,

I did modify it to suit my tastes.  If you enjoy it, please

let me know; I'd love to chat with you.



			Vic and Jenny 

 

I know it wasn't my husband Peter who put me in my present  

condition, but I hold him responsible.  It was Peter who insisted we  

take in a lodger to help with the mortgage and insisted on it being a  

male.  Our lodger turned out to be a eighteen year old, black  

African named Victor, who was an exchange student at the local  

school.  It was also Peter who decided to have a vasectomy two  

years before.  I would have been on the Pill otherwise.  It all started  

when Peter came dashing down the stairs one morning, blurting out,  

"God!  You should have seen what I've just seen!  He's the answer  

to a nymphomaniac's prayers!"  Peter went on to tell me that he'd  

just seen Victor naked in the bathroom.  Peter said that Vic had the  

biggest cock he'd ever seen.  "I bet he'd make you eyes water!" said  

Peter.  "He'd have you on your knees begging for more."  Little did  

he know just how prophetic he was. 

 

Peter had often said how much he'd like to see me being fucked by  

another man.  I'd never thought he was serious before, but when he  

said he'd get a pack of condoms, he had me worried.  I'm twenty- 

five with two children.  We'd been married seven years.  It was a  

shotgun wedding.  In that time, I could have given Peter his wish  

many times, as I'd had lots of offers.  I have nice long legs, and a  

good figure (37-25-36), and my breast are so firm that I don't need  

to wear a bra.  But despite all temptations, I stayed faithful. 

 

Peter decided we should have a party for Vic and wanted me  

dressed to attract and arouse.  He took me shopping and bought me  

a tight, black, mini-skirt and a fancy see-through blouse.  He also  

insisted on buying sheer, black-seamed stockings, tiny black briefs,  

and one of those fancy black garter belts.  Then it was off to buy a  

pair of four inch, stiletto-heeled shoes.  Later, Peter went to the  

drugstore and bought a pack of condoms. 

 

On the way home, Peter told me that he'd overheard Vic telling his  

fiends that he wouldn't mind screwing his sexy landlady and  

described how he wanted to wrap her long legs around his back.   

My juices started to flow at the thought. 

 

The party was a great success, and I really enjoyed it.  The boys,  

much to the girls' dismay, kept ogling me, getting me all hot and  

horny.  Whether I walked or sat, my legs and tits were on constant  

display.  I enjoyed being stared at and being the center of attention  

for all those handsome young men. 

 

At the end of the evening, Peter offered to drive home those who  

lived furthest away.  Peter whispered to me, "I'll stay away as long  

as you want, just leave the bedroom light on so I know he's with  

you.  That way I won't disturb you while you're doing it.  The  

rubbers are beside the bed.  Don't forget them."  Then he walked  

out, leaving me alone with Vic.  My mind was in a whirl. 

 

Vic helped me tidy up, then I went to my bedroom.  Sure enough,  

here beside the bed was the pack of condoms with a note saying  

"Go on Jenny, enjoy yourself."  That was my moment of truth.  All  

kinds of thoughts raced through my head as I picked up that little  

carton.  Could I make love to Vic?  Would I?  What would it feel  

like having another man fuck me, and a black man at that!  I'd heard  

all the usual stuff about the enormous size of black men's cocks.   

Was it true?  I'd been faithful to Peter for seven years -- surely one  

little fling wouldn't hurt; after all, Peter wanted me to commit  

adultery.  I finally decided:  No, I must remain faithful.  It was a  

close call, and my body trembled with the thought of what might  

have been:  Vic between my legs with his gigantic cock deep in my  

cunt.  I put the condoms away, sat on the bed, and began  

unbuttoning my blouse.  I had so nearly succumbed to my husband's  

wishes, I felt queasy. 

 

Just then, Vic knocked on the door.  He had a very sad look, and so  

I asked him what was wrong.  He said his girlfriend left with  

another man that night.  I made him sit beside me and tried to  

comfort him.  My motherly instincts took over, and I cuddled him  

close.  That was my downfall.  I remember all that Peter had said  

about Vic's big cock, and I turned to jelly between my legs,  

flooding my panties with love-juices.  The heat of Vic's body turned  

me on even more, and I put my lips to his, pushing my tongue into  

his mouth and halfway down his throat. 

 

His hands went into my open blouse, and I felt him fondle my tits.   

I knew I was very close to finding out about his cock.  My stomach  

turned over as his hand went up my skirt.  I could feel the juices  

flooding out of my cunt and down my crotch.  My tummy knotted  

up as his hand eased my legs apart.  His fingers slid inside my  

panties and onto my very, very wet pussy. 

 

Vic lowered his lips to one of my bare breasts, sucking an erect  

nipple into his mouth and gently chewing it.  I felt myself cumming  

already.  I moaned and clutched his head as I parted my legs for  

him.  He frantically pulled my panties off and then kissed me on the  

lips, his eager tongue twisting around mine.  I could feel him taking  

his trousers off.  As he bunched my skirt up around my waist, I  

looked down and nearly fainted.  His huge, black cock reared up  

with its gleaming knob poking from its foreskin.  I must admit that  

all thoughts of using a condom had flown from my mind as he laid  

me back on the bed.  I reached down, feeling his length and eased  

back his foreskin.  He was enormous -- I couldn't get my fingers  

around its girth.  "God!" I thought, "what have I got myself into  

now?" 

 

Victor guided his cock in between my quivering cunt lips.  I  

trembled as he pushed the fat knob into me.  I raised my legs above  

his back as he sunk in, stretching my cunt lips apart, already  

reaching places no man had ever been before.  He thrust in and out,  

sinking deeper into my pussy with every push until finally his entire  

nine and a half inches was in to the hilt.  Above the noise of my  

sobbing and whimpering I could hear Vic grunting and groaning.   

His cock was sliding smoothly in and out of my wet slit.  I  

exploded in my first real orgasm ever as I felt his huge club pushing  

deep towards my womb.  What a climax that was as I writhed  

under Vic's onslaught.  Stars flashed before my eyes.  I gasped and  

squealed as Vic lifted my legs over his broad shoulders.  I was  

panting as he heaved himself against me, bucking with the pure  

pleasure his cock was giving me. 

 

It was fantastic having such a large, powerful cock inside me, and I  

felt my second climax building up in my stomach.  When it hit me,  

I screamed and clawed at Vic's back.. It felt as if the whole world  

was spinning round; it was so wonderful.  Even my nipples felt as if  

there were on fire. 

 

Vic's thrusting got faster; jerkier and more violent.  I was sliding up  

and down the bed under his relentless pounding.  Then his  

monstrous cock started to throb and jump inside me, and I knew  

that he was about to come.  He plunged hard into me, and I came  

again as I felt his hot spunk pumping out and going up into my  

womb.  He continued to deposit his virile seed deep inside me for  

what seemed like several minutes.  When he finally stopped  

pumping, I could feel his heavy balls resting against the back of my  

thighs.  It was then I remembered about the condoms, but it was far  

too late to worry by that point.  And anyway, it had been a greater  

turn-on for me to know that I could get pregnant! 

 

We lay together, his semi-hard cock still inside me.  I had my legs  

spread wide apart.  I felt warm and satisfied as Vic ran his hands  

over my thighs and stocking-tops.  Our lips joined, and I sucked  

eagerly on his tongue as my fingers twisted through his curly hair.   

I felt his cock getting iron-hard inside me.  It was frightening to feel  

the power in his cock as he stared humping into me again, driving  

the breath from by body with the force of his thrusts.  I sobbed and  

sighed as I came again, my whole body throbbing and tingling as I  

gave myself to him totally and unconditionally.  God, it was good! 

 

Then my heart skipped a beat.  We were no longer alone.  Peter  

was standing in the doorway, his eyes bulging as he took in the  

scene, his hand a blur as he jerked off his stiff cock.  He had a  

dreamy, stupid look on his silly face.  I could see he was quite  

happy with the situation. 

 

Vic rolled me over onto my knees and positioned my ass in the air.   

Then, with a squelch, he drove his cock into my oozing cunt.  He'd  

seen Peter, and it made no difference to him.  He didn't pause a bit  

as he drove hard into my smoldering depths, making me gasp and  

arch my back.  I don't think Peter noticed that Vic wasn't wearing a  

rubber.  Peter dropped to his knees and kept right on jerking off as  

he watched Vic's' cock thrusting in and out of my gapping pussy.   

Vic reach around and felt my swing tits, gently rolling and  

squeezing my nipples between this fingers.  I howled to another  

orgasm as he stiffened against me, his spunk filling my overflowing  

cunt again.  It made a sucking, squelching noises as he rocked to  

and fro, his cock pistoning in and out, lubricated with cum. 

 

We collapsed on the bed, my cunt muscles involuntary contracting  

around his wilting shaft, milking him to the last drop.  We rolled  

over, writhing together as we kissed.  Vic's cock disengaged from  

me with a liquid popping noise.  He lay beside me, gasping.  My  

hand went to his limp, sticky cock, trying to coax it back to life.  I  

looked over at Peter, who was kneeling there with his eyes half  

closed and a blissful smile on his face.  He was holding his limp  

cock, and his spunk was running down over his fingers.  He'd seen  

everything and enjoyed it almost as much as Vic and I. 

 

"That was great, darling.  Did you enjoy it?" Peter asked with a  

wink.  I winked back at him, then bent down to lick Vic's soft cock  

until it stared to grow again.  The knob end looked raw and angry,  

and, as it burgeoned into its full-blown glory yet again.  I felt joyful  

in the knowledge that I was to get even more of this cock.  I was  

already addicted. 

 

Suddenly, Peter cried out in dismay.  He finally noticed that Vic  

wasn't wearing a condom.  I'll always remember the expression on  

Peter's face as he stared at Vic's naked cock, which was slimy with  

our combined juices.  I'm sure it will haunt Peter for some time, but  

it's his own fault -- he was the one who wanted to see Vic fucking  

me.  He ran out, a humbled, broken man.  Without caring one bit, I  

lifted my hips and arched my back to accept Vic's cock back into  

my cunt.  I felt too good care about anything else as he sank his full  

length into me.  As we fucked, I saw Peter come back in, and I  

knew everything would be all right.  e had a wild look in his eyes as  

he jerked himself off in time with Vic's thrusts. 

 

Vic and I fucked through the night, and I didn't even notice that  

Peter crawled away and left us alone.  The next morning on my  

way to the bathroom, I found Peter in the spare room, nursing his  

battered pride and a raging hard-on.  I took pity on him by giving  

him a handjob as he fingered my oozing cunt.  While holding  

Peter's cock in my hand, I thought to myself how regretful it was  

that after seven years of fucking Peter, I never considered a cock  

bigger than his six inches.  But now, after fucking Vic, Peter's cock  

seemed so small and thin -- and as far as I was concerned, utterly  

useless.  Peter's cock's never even came close to giving me the kind  

of pleasure that Vic's could.  On the spur of the moment, I turned  

around and plopped my sore, sperm-filled pussy on his face,  

smothering him with Vic's and my combined juices.  Almost  

immediately, he began spunking all over my hand.  I continued to  

rub my crotch all over Peter's face and didn't dismount until he  

licked me entirely clean, something he'd do many times in the  

coming months. 

 

Peter and I we talked it over, and I told him that if I was pregnant, I  

intended have the baby.  He accepted it.  Then I asked him if he  

minded me only fucking Vic from now on until he left to return to  

his country.  Peter agreed, knowing he couldn't compete with Vic's  

superior cock anyway.  Peter asked if he would be allowed to  

watch and maybe even take a few photos with his Polaroid.  I said  

he could if he wanted.  I told him I didn't care what he did as long  

as he didn't interfere with my being fucked by Vic. 

 

Vic slept with me every night for the next six months, and it was the  

happiest time of my life.  I didn't even fuck Peter once during that  

time.  The only sex he got was jerking off while he eating my pussy  

after Vic fucked me.  He never complained though.  He knew this  

was the only form of pleasure he could give me.  When it was  

finally time for Vic to go back home, my stomach was swollen with  

his child.  It was a very tearful parting for me, but I had to stay with  

Peter and our two kids.  I'm hoping that Vic can return and provide  

the cock I've come to love so much.