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BBW Wife Is Taken
by BBW Lover (zooy10@yahoo.fr)
Edited by Flying Fingers

***

A man’s sexy bbw wife is taken and so is he. (M/MF, 
bbw, bi, intr, orgy, cuck) 

*** 

Marge was 26 and already a big girl when John met her. 
After 10 years together, she had grown huge. It had 
been her large breasts and curvy ass that had first 
attracted him to her, but now she was enormous all over 
and it had reached the point that John was having 
trouble getting aroused enough to have sex with her. It 
wasn’t that she didn’t want it; in fact she was hornier 
now then ever, but her body just didn’t do it for him 
as it once had. 

Although he sometimes felt bad about it and worried 
that she might find someone else, he knew she had 
become so embarrassed by her size that she would never 
go looking. He could sense her dissatisfaction and for 
the last few years their marriage had becoming 
strained. 

Such was the state of affairs when Leon joined John's 
small company. Leon was a tall, muscular, black man 
five years John's junior. One morning about a month 
Leon had hired on, the two stood outside the building 
having a cigarette. As they were talking, a chunky 
white woman walked by on the sidewalk about twenty feet 
away. 

Leon took a drag on his cigarette, exhaling a perfect 
smoke ring. To John's surprise, Leon suddenly blurted 
out, "Oh, fuck me man, now that’s my kinda lady. Oh, 
yeah." When John expressed surprise, Leon confessed 
that he'd always loved his women big and meaty. His 
curiosity piqued, John asked him just how big.

Leon's gaze stayed on the woman as she moved away from 
them. "The bigger the better, my man." He took a final 
drag on his cigarette, flipped the butt onto the gravel 
driveway, then turned and looked John in the eye. "A 
big women can take my cock, all of it, the way no 
skinny bitch ever could....you know what I'm sayin'?" 
Then he grabbed his crotch and laughed. As they 
returned to the shop, John felt nervous and excited all 
at once. 

For reasons he couldn't understand, John kept replaying 
that short conversation in his head for days afterward. 
When Leon invited John to a game of tennis at a nearby 
club, he eagerly accepted for the sole purpose of 
perhaps getting to see Leon naked. When the game was 
over, John found Leon already in the shower when he 
walked in. 

Though he tried to control it, he couldn't help staring 
when he caught sight of the young man's huge cock. It 
looked to John as if it must have been 8 inches soft 
and hung between his legs like a long length of black 
rubber pipe. He had to tear his eyes away as Leon 
casually soaped himself, letting his big dick flop 
about.

That night he fucked Marge like a wild man, then 
repeated his performance the next night. Though he 
hated to admit it, by the weekend he was finally able 
to accept the fact that the reason for his sudden bout 
of horniness was Leon. Or, more correctly, the 
fantasies he was having about Leon and Marge together. 
Every time he had sex his wife, he pictured Leon 
fucking her and the thought got him so hot he would 
quickly explode. 

Although Marge didn’t complain, she finally asked what 
was going on to suddenly make him so hot. For awhile, 
John didn't what to say, so he just kept quiet. He felt 
conflicted, both aroused and repulsed, but he finally 
told her all about Leon, though for the moment he left 
out the details of him fucking her, the part that was 
actually driving his fantasies. 

Now Marge became curious, asking what Leon's cock 
looked like. She laughed, not believing John when he 
told her how big it was. "Baby, I’m telling you, its 
like a bloody horse cock, you wouldn't believe it," he 
said. "I almost don't believe it myself and I saw the 
damn thing." 

Two days later and another game of tennis followed by a 
shower. Leon spotted him looking and grinned as he 
grabbed his cock and held it out. "You should see this 
bad boy when it's hard, buddy," Leon smirked. "Find me 
a nice fat slut bitch and I’ll show you some time." He 
paused to look at John. "If you can handle it, that 
is." His words left John feeling uneasy, yet tingling 
all over. 

After their second encounter in the shower, John went 
nuts, fucking Marge hard every night. It was during 
their third straight night of sex, while John was 
humping her, that she whispered in his ear. "Your 
thinking about him again, aren’t you?" He didn’t reply, 
just increased the speed of his thrusting. 

She ran her tongue lightly against his ear. "You’d love 
to see me sucking his big black cock, wouldn't you 
baby? It's OK, you can tell me," she said gently. Her 
words pushed him over the edge and he came hard then, 
his orgasm intense and drawn out. Though no words had 
passed between them, he realized by his actions that he 
had revealed his true desires to Marge. He didn't know 
whether to feel relieved or frightened. 

Afterward, Marge asked most of the questions as they 
lay side by side in bed and talked about it. She tried 
to reassure her husband, telling him sweetly that she 
understood that it was OK, even normal, to fantasize 
about all kinds of things. John lay on his back in the 
darkened room, staring at the ceiling. Then, unable to 
stop himself and not really wanting to, he confessed to 
Marge about the conversation he had had with Leon at 
the shop and about how much Leon really loved big 
women. 

Marge turned to face him, brought her head down and 
kissed him lightly on the lips. "Not big all over like 
me, honey," she said. "I think he probably just means 
busty women." But John told her no, and then described 
in detail the woman they had seen walking near the shop 
and the conversation that followed. Now it was Marge 
who suddenly became quite, lost in her own thoughts. 

Two days later, without any warning, Marge showed up at 
the small machine shop that John owned. She walked over 
to where he stood, kissed him on the cheek and handed 
him a paper bag. "I brought you some lunch, sweetheart. 
Just as a little surprise," she said sweetly. "I 
thought maybe you could use a break from all the 
vending machine food." All the while she was talking to 
John she kept her head moving, her eyes scanning the 
shop floor. 

He took the bag and thanked her, but he was concerned. 
Showing up at his workplace unannounced was something 
she rarely did, especially lately, and normally John 
would have been pleased to see her. But as he looked at 
her today, he just felt uneasy. And he quickly realized 
why. She was much more dressed up than usual for such a 
visit, and though he thought she looked nice, even kind 
of sexy, it aroused his suspicions. She was wearing a 
tight, dark blue skirt that showed off her wide hips 
and thick legs, along with a yellow top that John had 
never seen before. It too was tight, accentuating the 
sheer size of her breasts. 

Leon was bent over a machine when she came in, but 
looked up when he heard the sound of a female voice. He 
walked over and calmly extended his hand to her. 
"Hello, you must be Marge," he said, smiling broadly at 
her. She shook his hand, holding it longer than she 
should have. Her eyes were locked on his. 

"And you're Leon, I presume," she replied. John felt 
increasingly put out as the two stared at each other, 
ignoring him. Recognizing their immediate connection, 
John moved between them, hoping somehow to break it. 

"Thanks for stopping by, baby, I’ll see you tonight." 
His tone of voice was dismissive, indicating that he 
wanted her to leave - now. 

Her eyes were still on Leon as she moved closer to her 
husband. She slipped her arm around his waist, brushing 
her large right breast against his midsection in the 
process.


"Sure darling," she said. "Listen, sweetheart, why 
don't you bring Leon home with you for dinner tonight?" 
she asked. John heard the playfulness in her voice, he 
knew it so well, and it hurt because he knew he was not 
its intended target. 

She tightened her grip, moving still closer to him. Now 
he could feel the softness and warmth of her large 
breast through his thin T-shirt, along with another 
familiar sensation: the beginnings of an erection. "He 
sure looks like he could use a home cooked meal, honey, 
don't you think?" Before John could open his mouth to 
object, Leon pounced, saying he would love to join them 
for dinner. Marge smiled at Leon, gave her husband a 
kiss on the cheek and walked away. 

"Man your woman is one fine looking piece of ass," Leon 
said later as the two stood outside taking a mid-
afternoon smoke break. "I could fuck her all night 
long." 

John gave Leon a hard look. "Back off, will you man, 
that's my wife you're talking about." His voice 
betrayed more anger than he intended. 

Leon just laughed, dropped his cigarette and ground it 
out under his work boot. "See, that's the deal man. 
It's always someone else's wife I’m talking about." He 
looked directly at John. "I don’t mean no disrespect, 
buddy. It'll be OK." 

At five o'clock quitting time John tried to slip away 
undetected, but when he reached his car he found a 
grinning Leon standing there with his arms folded, 
waiting for him. "Hey, man, I’ll just follow you home, 
OK?" John looked glumly at Leon and nodded his head. 

Once in his car, he rested his head against the 
driver's window. There was a knot in his stomach and he 
was shaking. Feelings of anticipation and dread warred 
in his mind, threatening to overwhelm him. He closed 
his eyes and took half a dozen deep breaths, trying to 
steady himself. 

As he drove home, his feelings began to change. The 
idea of Leon in his home, near his wife, was now 
causing John to feel extremely angry. Thoughts of Leon 
and Marge together was also having another, undeniable 
effect, however. It made his cock as hard as steel. He 
was angry with himself for getting so horny, but the 
image of his nice, faithful wife Marge sucking on 
Leon's swollen tool kept playing over and over in his 
mind, like an endless tape. The less he tried to think 
about it, the more the thought intruded. And, to his 
shame and confusion, the hornier he became. 

Leon was so pumped up that he sprinted from his car and 
was waiting for John to open the door to his house and 
then almost pushed past him once he did. Both men went 
straight to the sitting room where Marge was waiting 
for them. To John's utter dismay he saw that she had 
changed clothes yet again. Now she was wearing a 
skimpy, black dress, another piece of clothing he had 
never seen before, either. He found himself wondering 
when she had bought it. And why. Certainly not for his 
benefit, he knew.

The dress looked so slutty, so totally out of character 
for Marge that he hardly recognized her. It was too 
small, too tight, and the neck line was so deep that 
she showed deep cleavage along with a lot of her white, 
fleshy breasts. It was so incredibly short John was 
sure that if she moved she'd have the bottoms of her 
big, flabby ass cheeks right out in the open. Could she 
possibly be any more blatant, he wondered in disgust. 

Leon’s eyes where bugging out of his head and, once 
again, Marge was locked on him like John wasn’t even 
there. He opened his mouth to say something, but she 
cut him off. "Drinks, boys? I've got cold beer." Before 
either man could reply, she turned and walked toward 
the kitchen. 

Both men stood watching, gob smacked, as Marge waddled 
away, her huge ass swaying from side to side in the 
tight confines of the dress as she struggled to walk in 
her brand new high heels. John's stomach knotted when 
he saw a quick flash of white flesh, which meant she 
was wearing stockings. As if she knew they were 
watching, she reached behind her and tugged the tight 
dress down, trying to keep any more skin from showing. 

"Holy shit man, does she always dress like that?" Leon 
asked. His voice was raspy sounding, just above a 
whisper. John's mind reeled. He felt like he was in a 
no win situation. If he said no, Leon would know she 
was dressing just for him. If he said yes, Leon would 
think his wife always looked like a total slut, no 
matter who or what the situation. Unable to think of a 
plausible response, he just grunted at Leon, telling 
him to sit down and be quiet. Then he went after his 
wife. 

When he entered the kitchen, he found Marge bent over 
with her head in the refrigerator. Her big ass was 
sticking out, facing him. Her small dress had pulled up 
so high on her butt that he could see she wasn't 
wearing any panties. He could feel his anger building 
as he noticed the black stockings with the thick 
suspender straps going up to an unseen garter belt. 
Worse still, he could clearly the pink, meaty lips of 
her pussy peeking out where her thighs joined her 
oversized ass. 

"What the hell are you playing at?" he asked in an 
angry whisper. He was mightily pissed off at her, but, 
despite it all, his cock stayed rigid and swollen in 
his jeans. 

She turned to look at him, a bottle of beer in each 
hand. Her tight little dress was still hitched up just 
above the stocking tops, high enough that her pussy was 
almost visible from the front, too. "Keep your voice 
down John," she said calmly. " I thought you’d like to 
see me dressed like this." She gave him a hurt look. 
"What's the matter, honey," she pouted, "don’t you 
think I look even a little bit sexy? I bet Leon does." 

John's head was so fucked up he had trouble thinking 
straight. Things were happening way too fast. This 
whole scene was on the edge of being out of control and 
he felt helpless to do anything about it. "What is it 
with all this? You....you look like a cheap whore," was 
all he could think to say. 

She smiled back at him as if he hadn’t even spoken. She 
reached out her pudgy hand and stroked he cheek 
lightly. "I think Leon likes the dress, honey, didn't 
you see his eyes just light up?" Damn her, he thought, 
she could be sexy when she wanted to, especially if she 
had the right man to play to. He wanted to say 
something, anything, to protest the situation, but 
before he could think of anything, she handed him a 
cold beer, then brushed past him on her way back to the 
sitting room. 

After waiting a moment to try to clear his head, John 
followed her. Leon was reclining in a large arm chair 
and Marge was standing looking down at him. They were 
both smiling and laughing, as if they were sharing some 
kind of private joke. 

He noticed that Leon was making no effort at all to 
hide the desire he was feeling for her. He smiled 
knowingly, running his eyes slowly up and down her ripe 
body as he sipped his beer. Marge sat down on one arm 
of the large chair, twisting her legs in a way that 
caused her tight dress to ride up considerably, showing 
two inches of fat, creamy white flesh above her 
stocking tops. She made no move to correct it. 

John took a long pull from his beer and flopped down 
into the other matching armchair. He glared at her, 
trying to catch her eye, but she never noticed. She was 
too absorbed, looking doe-eyed at Leon and laughing at 
something he was saying. As he glanced at his wife, 
John noticed that her heavy, pendulous breasts rested 
almost in her lap. As he looked more carefully, he 
could see the round, bumpy outline of her large nipples 
straining against the thin material of her black dress. 
Damn her, he thought, she hadn't even worn a bra! 

She leaned back a little and crossed her legs, hitching 
the dress up a little higher, then uncrossed them a 
moment later, giving Leon a clear view of her creamy 
inner thighs and the hairy triangle between them. John, 
knew Leon had seen it too because he stopped talking in 
mid- sentence and just stared. Then, just as quickly as 
she had opened her legs, Marge closed them, acting like 
nothing had happened. She stood up, laughed at Leon and 
wobbled off to the kitchen, saying she had dinner to 
prepare. 

John wanted to fall through the bottom of his chair and 
just keep going. Still, he couldn't get his mind off 
the little erotic tease that had just taken place in 
front of him. His cock had been hard for so long it was 
almost painful. 

Once the two men were alone, Leon looked directly at 
John. "Dude," he said in a rather loud whisper, "in 
case you hadn't noticed, that lady needs cock and I 
mean she needs it bad." John could only stare back at 
him, unsure of how to respond. The whole situation had 
taken on a surreal quality, as if the two of them were 
sitting casually in a bar somewhere, talking about a 
strange woman neither of them knew. 

Leon licked his lips as he quickly slid forward on the 
large chair. He had a strange look on his face, a look 
John found a little frightening. His eyes where glazed 
and had an aggressive, almost animalistic glint to 
them. At that moment John realized how little he really 
knew of this man who was now a guest in his house. 

"Man, I know she’s your wife and all, but fuck man, she 
just flashed her cunt at me," Leon went on. John's 
heart began to race and sweat broke out on his 
forehead. Leon’s use of the word cunt and cock in 
reference to Marge had sent his mind reeling in way he 
couldn't describe. His cock felt ready to burst in his 
jeans. 

"Hold on Leon, lets just take it easy here," he 
started, but voice sounded weak and wimpy. It carried 
no authority and he knew it. Worse, he knew Leon knew 
it. His eyes still looked strangely glazed over to 
John, to the extent he almost wondered if the black man 
were on some kind of drug. 

By this time he was rambling, talking about Marge as if 
she weren't even there and largely ignoring his friend. 
Or, perhaps, he had begun to sense the effect his crude 
remarks were having on John. "Did you see the size of 
her fuckin' titties, man? Damn, they're huge, too, just 
like the rest of her. Fuckin' big and floppy. I'd love 
to get me a lip-lock on those big suckers. Damn, she 
looks fine." 

At that moment, Marge walked back into the room. She 
smiled at the young black man. "Who looks fine?" she 
asked him coyly. There was a long moment of silence and 
a feeling of tension in the room as Leon ran his eyes 
up and down her lush body. Grinning up at her from his 
chair, he decided to dispense with the politeness. 
"Just those big titties of yours, baby. That's all." 
Then he laughed and his voice was slow and deep. 
"They're enough.....more than enough." 

Marge’s mouth dropped open and for the first time she 
began to feel uneasy, to question everything she had 
done. She had only meant this as an innocent tease, 
something to help turn John on later. She had so 
enjoyed the sex with him lately, especially the 
feelings of closeness and tenderness that followed. Now 
as she feared things might be getting out of hand, she 
felt almost at a loss for words. What had she done? 
Finally, she caught her breath and stuttered, "Well, 
I... uh... I mean... that's... well... really... you... 
you think so?" 

Leon looked over at John, staring directly into his 
eyes. When he spoke, his voice had changed. Now it was 
harsh and commanding. "John, buddy, why don’t you get 
up and go to the store? I think we could use some more 
beer." It was more an order than a request. John was 
dumbstruck, he couldn't believe what was happening, 
that this guy was real, but there was no denying the 
sharp edge in the words he was hearing. 

John stood up then, took a breath of air and pushed out 
his chest. In a short span of time, his feelings about 
Leon had gone from curiosity to unease to outright 
fear. He only hoped it didn't show too much. The guy 
was for real and John understood clearly that this 
might be his last chance to derail this situation. And 
that he had better do it fast. "I think you should 
leave now Leon....please," he said, cringing when he 
heard his own voice. His words had a hollow, weak 
sound, a sound that betrayed his most basic fears. 
Fears that were growing worse by the minute. 

They all remained silent, John and Marge afraid to say 
anything. Finally, Leon looked at John. "Look man, you 
can stay if you want, just don’t fuck with me. I’m 
warning you." He said the words calmly, but his 
inflection carried a hint of menace. There should be no 
doubt about who was in authority here. The two men 
stared at each other for several moments before John 
got out of his chair and took a step toward Leon. 
Sensing a showdown, Leon sprang from his chair, took 
several long strides and was quickly in John's face.

"I told you man, don't mess with me. I will fuck you up 
bad if needs be. You understand? Now, just sit down and 
shut the fuck up!" he snarled. John felt his stomach 
tighten. He had just lost his last chance showdown with 
Leon and he knew it. If he had any illusions that this 
evening was going to end peacefully, they had just been 
shattered. 

Marge stepped between them, laughing. "Boys, calm down! 
It's OK. Lets have another drink," she said in a feeble 
attempt to keep the mood light. But her efforts were 
too late, Leon was way past calming down. With no 
warning, he grabbed Marge by her shoulders, spun her 
around and pulled her to him so that her back was to 
his chest. Grabbing the straps of her dress, he yanked 
hard, pulling the flimsy garment halfway down. Her bare 
breasts wobbled and swayed heavily as she stumbled and 
fell back against him. 

John could only watch helplessly as Leon snaked his 
hand under Marge’s arm and grabbed her left breast in 
his hand. It was so large in size that its soft flesh 
easily overflowed even his large hand. She struggled 
and squirmed under his groping, but stayed where she 
was, staring at John. Leon squeezed her breast harder 
now, pinching, pulling and turning her large nipple and 
areola. All the while he leered at John, who could only 
stand and watch, frozen in place. 

"John told you all about my big, black cock, didn’t he 
darlin'?" Leon breathed the words as he continued to 
fondle her breast. 

"Yes," she replied, her voice so low it was barely 
audible. John felt his stomach turn over. He could hear 
the genuine fear in his wife's voice, but he felt 
powerless to do anything to help her. Behind her, he 
saw Leon fumble with the button and zipper of his 
jeans, all the while he continued to manhandle Marge's 
breast. 

"Well, I gotta treat for you, bitch. You're gonna see 
it now, up close. Get down on your knees, slut," Leon 
said, a hint of anger in his voice. In a blur of 
motion, he put one hand on each of her bare shoulders 
and pushed down hard, not stopping until Marge was on 
her knees. John noticed that Leon had somehow managed 
to get his jeans pulled down to mid thigh.

John could only stare in twisted fascination at the 
black man. Leon's cock looked even bigger now that it 
was semi-hard and gorged with blood. John had never 
seen anything like it and he knew Marge hadn't either. 
As she rotated on her knees, turning to face Leon, his 
huge cock almost slapped her in the face. He chuckled 
and looked down at her.

"Now suck it bitch" he said harshly. Wanting to do 
something, John started to step closer but Leon shot 
him a nasty glance that stopped him in his tracks. John 
felt sick as he watched his wife reach out and slowly 
wrap her white, pudgy hand around the base of his thick 
organ. Perhaps it was the contrast in color, but John 
thought it looked enormous in her small, round hand. 

Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she stared at the huge 
cock just inches from her face. She looked up at Leon's 
smiling face for a moment, then back down at the 
monster dick she hefted in her hand. "Holy shit! My 
god! I... I can't believe... I've never seen anything 
like this!" She sputtered, causing Leon to laugh. It 
had the opposite effect on John; he cringed because he 
knew it was true. Marge had no frame of reference for 
this kind of situation; nothing in her limited 
experience could have prepared her for it. 

John looked at Marge’s enormous ass cheeks as her 
stupid dress rode up around her waist and felt ashamed 
when he realized he was more aroused than ever. Wet, 
slurping sounds brought his attention back to Marge’s 
face. As he watched in disbelief, she moaned loudly, 
moving her head slowly as she licked and slobbered up 
and down the length of his long shaft. Then, moving her 
head lower, she carefully ran her soft, warm tongue all 
over his stuffed ball sack, gently laving at the egg 
sized testicles bulging inside it. 

Leon reached down with both hands and grabbed Marge's 
hair, pulling her head back and up a bit. He looked 
directly into her face. "OK baby, it's show time... you 
ready to go?" Marge just looked back at him, nodding 
slightly, her fat face showing a double chin and a 
small, pouty mouth. She snaked out her tongue, pink, 
pointed and surprisingly long, and ran it over her 
thick lips several times, coating them heavily with 
saliva. 

Leon let go of her hair and brought the head of his 
swollen dick in line with her mouth. "Open wide, 
bitch," he ordered, feeding the fat, almost purple knob 
of his cock head into her waiting mouth. "That's it," 
he coaxed her gently, "open that pretty little mouth 
for Leon open wide... wider... that's it, now you're 
gettin' it," Leon groaned as he watched her start to 
work her mouth down his shaft a little at a time, 
bobbing her head forward and back as she went. 
Eventually she managed to swallow four or five inches 
of his impossibly thick cock, stretching her poor mouth 
almost as wide as it would go as she forced it down. 

He reached out and took her head in both of his large 
hands again, holding it steady as he slowly began to 
move his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. 
Totally unused to so large an object in her mouth and 
throat, she nonetheless did her best to please him, 
making noisy, slobbering, sounds as she bobbed her head 
up and down on his meat. It was all music to Leon's 
ears and he began to speed up his movements a bit. He 
groaned again, he did so love subjugating white bitches 
this way. 

"Your slut wife looks damn fine with my cock in her 
mouth," Leon panted, his eyes half closed in ecstasy. 
"John, come over here so you can see this shit close 
up, man." Once John stepped close enough, Leon quickly 
reached out his large left hand, clamping it on John's 
shoulder and pushed down hard, sending him to his knees 
next to his wife on the carpet. 

"Gettin' a good look there, buddy?" he asked. "After 
all, you were the one who really wanted to see this, 
weren't you?" Leon's whole demeanor seemed to be 
getting nastier. John looked up at the black man and 
nodded his head, his face suddenly flushing red with 
shame and embarrassment. There was no denying his 
arousal and he knew it; his cock was still thickly 
swollen in his jeans. He was loath to admit to it, but 
he knew Leon was right. What the hell was the matter 
with him? How could his bizarre desires have been so 
obvious, so quickly, to this man? A man who was a 
complete stranger to him less than a month ago. 

Leon's voice interrupted his thoughts. "John, why don't 
you say how much you wanted this?" he asked. "After 
all, this is your fantasy comin' true. I think it's 
only fair," he added. John started to speak, but his 
mouth was dry and no words came. All he could do was 
look up at Leon, bewildered. "Don't look at me, my man, 
you need to explain all this twisted shit to your wife, 
here. You better think of somethin'."

He looked at Marge and was so disgusted with himself 
that, once again, he couldn't speak. Never in his life 
had he felt so humiliated and ashamed. He tried to 
organize his thoughts into something coherent, but all 
he could do was kneel there with his mouth hanging 
open. How could he begin to explain this to her? He 
didn't even understand it himself. 

"What are you'all doin' down there, catching flies? Are 
you fuckin' mute, or what," Leon said impatiently. "Be 
a man...at least talk to your lady. I mean, she does 
deserve to know why she's here on her knees, sucking a 
stranger's big black dick. Listen, white boy, until you 
feel like talking, I'm just gonna fuck your wife's face 
a little deeper, maybe that'll help you get it all 
figured out." With that, he reached out his large left 
hand and slowly began exerting pressure, pulling 
Marge's head closer to his groin. 

She began to react immediately to the increased 
fullness in her mouth, making awful, gagging, retching 
noises in her throat as the swollen head of Leon's 
penis worked its way further into her. He pulled out a 
bit, then pushed forward, impaling her again. By this 
time she had been forced to take so much of Leon's 
thick shaft that she was almost gagging. So tightly 
were her lips sealed that they formed a perfect little 
"O" around his thick cock shaft. 

The skin around the corners of her mouth was pulled to 
taut that she feared it might crack and begin to bleed. 
Her nostrils flared wide, trying desperately to bring 
in whatever air they could. Tears streamed from her 
eyes now, trickling down her fat cheeks in crooked 
rivulets. 

Seeing this happen to his wife, John was near panic. 
"I-I-I'm just so, so sorry about this Marge," he 
stammered, trying to begin an explanation. Still, he 
couldn't make any speech come. He felt like an idiot. 
"If I..." he tried to start again.

"Sorry, my ass!" Leon interrupted sharply. "Well, 
you're sorry all right, but you sure as hell ain't 
sympathetic, just plain damn sorry." With that he 
pushed a bit more of his cock into Marge's already 
overstuffed mouth. Animal-like noises issue from deep 
inside her and she came close to retching again. Beads 
of sweat formed on her brow and ran into her eyes, the 
salt burning them. Sensing real danger now, she 
frantically pressed her pudgy little hands against 
Leon's muscular thighs and pushed, trying to back away. 

Feeling that John might need a little extra incentive, 
Leon reached down with his right hand and took the 
nipple of Marge's breast between his thumb and 
forefinger. He raised his hand slowly, lifting her 
ponderous breast away from her chest. He continued to 
increase the force, gradually pulling up and out until 
her entire melon sized breast was dangling by its own 
weight in mid air, held in place only by the painfully 
tight grip of Leon's fingers on its sensitive nipple. 

Marge became frantic with the pain; her face turned red 
as more tears flowed from her eyes. She balled her 
hands into small fists and began swinging them in 
circles, desperate to fend off the terrible pain and 
the feeling that was going to suffocate. 

Finally, seeing his poor wife abused this way became 
too much for John. "Leon... h-he's right honey, I did 
want this. I've been have fantasies about this for a 
long time now," John began. Once he got started, 
everything began to spill out of him. "I've been having 
fantasies, awful fantasies, perverted fantasies, for a 
long time now. I-I wanted to watch you with another 
guy. Especially a black guy who was really hung."

"I wanted to see you like this, on your knees with your 
mouth stuffed full of cock....and fucking and sucking 
the guy, watching him do things to you... to see you 
debased and degraded. And maybe to feel myself 
humiliated, I don't know. I was so ashamed I just 
couldn't tell you about it, at least the bad stuff, I 
knew it would hurt you too much and I-I didn't want 
that. And what would you think of me? Your husband 
John, the pervert." 

He paused for a moment to collect himself. "But I just 
couldn't get these thoughts and feelings out of my 
mind, they were there every time I thought about you 
and they seemed to be getting stronger, more real. I 
couldn't seem to help myself, I was getting off on 
them," he went on. "I hoped that all of this could 
remain a fantasy, a dirty little secret in my mind that 
it would never go beyond that. That I could somehow 
keep you from knowing how... how sick I was." His 
emotions were so strong that tears ran down his face.

"Then, when Leon came to work for me and we saw that 
woman and he mentioned to me how much he like big 
women, everything suddenly changed. It was like he was 
able to read my thoughts, like he knew what I was 
feeling. Suddenly the possibilities of this became real 
to me... all too real. I began to fear something like 
this might happen. And fear that they might not happen. 
I felt torn and conflicted, I wanted it and I was 
afraid of it. That's when things started to get out of 
hand, I guess. I just lost control. I didn't mean for 
any of this happen, Marge. I didn't want to hurt you." 
John exhaled deeply and dropped his head, unable to 
look at his wife. 

"Well, thank you my man," Leon said, sounding pleased. 
"Confession be good for the soul it seems. Now that we 
all know and understand why we're here, we can get this 
show on the road." With that, he let go of her breast. 
It fell back hard against her chest with the slapping 
sound of flesh hitting flesh. Marge let out a strangled 
cry from deep in her throat as feeling rushed back into 
her abused nipple. Then, he released his hand from 
behind her head, letting Marge move backward far enough 
to unseat the huge cock that had almost choked her. 

Marge inhaled large gulps of air, trying to get her 
breath back. She looked at John, the corners of her 
mouth turning up in a small grin. When John at last 
dared to look back at her he noticed a strange twinkle 
in her eyes; the grin playing on her lips broke into a 
smile, showing her perfect white teeth. 

She spent several minutes pleasuring Leon orally, her 
agile tongue darting this way and that, her mouth 
engulfing the end of his shaft and noisily slobbering 
on it as she moved the head around inside her mouth. 
She was careful to hold his cock by the base so he 
couldn't force what looked like the entire 11 inches 
into her throat again - or even try. Anxious to get on 
with things, Leon pulled out and stepped back, his cock 
still fully erect, standing proud and huge, pointed 
straight at her face. 

"Take that slut dress off bitch and spread your legs" 
Leon said as he stepped back and removed his jeans 
completely. John, who was still kneeling in the middle 
of the room, seemed to come to his senses when he heard 
Leon ordering his wife around. 

"Marge, please," he said in a small, weak voice. "Y-you 
don't need to do this." But his words went unheeded; 
she was already peeling the tight dress up over her 
head. 

Leon whistled softly when he saw the rest of her. "Oh 
yeah, Oooooh, fuck yeah, baaaby." He reached down with 
his big hands and gently fondled and stroked her big 
breasts. Her nipples and the large, pebbly halos around 
them were swollen rock hard by his now gentle touch. 
She smiled shyly at him, pleased that she had been able 
to arouse him so. She continued to kneel subserviently 
before the black man, her soft, rounded belly curving 
downward, obscuring her hairy pussy mound and half 
hiding the black suspender belt she wore under the 
heavy rolls of fat.

Leon removed his hands from her, quickly finished 
undressing and stepped back towards the couch. "Get 
your fat ass onto the sofa, bitch, and let me see that 
pussy," he told her. With a soft grunt, she slowly got 
to her feet and waddled over to the sofa, her heavy 
rolls of fat and big breasts jiggling and swaying as 
she went. She sat down and turned sideways, lying on 
her back with her head on one arm of the couch. She 
spread her flabby white thighs open as far as she 
could, exposing her hair covered cunt under its fatty 
mound. 

Leon turned to John, pointing his long index finger at 
the man. "Get over here, now, and lick her pussy, lick 
it good! Get it all lubed up so I don’t hurt her when I 
ram this big piece of meat into her," he said, running 
his hand up and down the length of his erect cock. 

John looked shocked and confused, but he stood up and 
walked over to his wife. Looking down at her plush, 
white body - so big it was overflowing the edge of the 
couch - he felt his heart racing and his hard-on 
pounding under his jeans. Once John was seated on the 
edge of the sofa, Marge flashed him a wicked grin, then 
raised her legs up and used her hands to pull her meaty 
lips apart. 

She was dripping wet and he could see her thick, pink 
lips were puffy and engorged, peeled apart in arousal 
as he lowered his head between her big thighs. He 
inhaled her musky fragrance and began to run his tongue 
slowly up and down her slit, taking extra time to flick 
his tongue quickly back and forth over the nub of her 
hypersensitive clitoris. 

She moaned out loud the moment his tongue touched her 
pussy and never let up as John's tongue continued to 
work its magic in the sloppy pink folds of her sex. 
After several minutes, her moans and groans were 
replaced by now familiar gagging, choking sounds. John 
glanced up to see that Leon had lowered himself into a 
squat and was again forcing his cock deep into Marge’s 
mouth. Because of the position of her head on the arm 
of the couch, John could actually see her throat moving 
as she once again tried to take in as much of his cock 
as she could. 

"Eat that pussy boy, lick her cunt and ass, eat her 
good," he heard Leon say as Marge let out a strangled 
moan. He picked up his pace, licking his wife's sloppy 
wet pussy, pushing his tongue in and out of her vagina, 
then moving his head gradually lower until he was 
licking the soft, sweaty skin between her huge 
asscheeks. Finally, he went lower still, running his 
tongue over and around the pungent brown pucker of her 
anus, something he had always wanted to do but never 
dared try before. 

He was aware of a wet, plopping sound as Leon withdrew 
his cock from her mouth. Then Marge totally surprised 
him. She exhaled loudly, then reached her arms over her 
blubbery belly and between her big legs. Her reach was 
just long enough that she was able to wrap her small 
fingers around John's hair. Holding his head tightly, 
she pulled him forward into her pussy, then began to 
slide his face up and down the length of her wet, slimy 
crack. 

She groaned loudly, spreading her legs even wider as 
she pushing her hips up a bit as she continued to grind 
her husband's face against her overheated slit. She 
started to pant more heavily as her arousal grew more 
intense. John's face was covered from forehead to chin 
with a shiny coating of her juice as she pulled him 
still harder into her overheated crotch, using his face 
to masturbate herself. 

He sensed that she was getting close to orgasm when he 
felt Leon's hand on his shoulder, urging him back. When 
he sat up and turned around he wanted to jump off the 
couch and run. To his horror, his face was only inches 
from Leon’s hard, swaying cock! For the second time, 
John felt a hand grabbing him by the hair, only this 
time it was Leon, pulling his face in so close to the 
other man's groin that John could smell the musky, 
sweaty odor and feel the warmth of a long cock pressing 
against his cheek. He jerked John's head back so he was 
looking up. 

Leon bent forward un till his face was only inches from 
John's. "Now you can suck my cock and get it good and 
wet for your wife, pussy boy," he snarled. He was so 
close now that John could smell cigarettes and alcohol 
on his breath. "I know you want to suck it, well, 
here's your chance. And don't even think about tellin' 
me otherwise or I'll bust your sorry ass and still fuck 
your slut wife. You're goin' down, faggot white boy... 
NOW!" 

Near panic, poor John ignored Leon's words and tried to 
pull away but Leon held his hair tightly. A moment 
later he felt the big knob of the man's steel hard cock 
head bumping against his tightly closed lips. 

Without a word, Leon reached down and calmly pinched 
John's nostrils shut with his thumb and forefinger. 
Desperate to avoid what he knew was coming, John held 
his breath for so long he began to feel dizzy, but 
eventually he opened his mouth wide, gasping for air. 
As soon as his mouth opened far enough, he felt the 
warmth and spongy softness of Leon's big cock head 
filling up his mouth. 

For the first time in his life, John had another man's 
penis in his mouth. And not just any penis either, but 
a huge black one. Leon pushed it part way into John's 
mouth holding his head tightly with both hands now, 
hurting him. John struggled for a few seconds against 
this ultimate degradation, shaking his head and making 
the same awful sounds his wife had, but, after 
realizing there was no escape, he capitulated and 
slowly began sucking the big cock that filled his mouth 
to overflowing. 

"Mmmmmm, oh yeah bitch, that's the way to do it," Leon 
groaned. Keeping his tight grip on John's hair, he 
began to move his hips slowly, moving his big shaft in 
and out, fucking John's mouth. "Fuck yeah! Not bad for 
a candy ass, pussy white boy," he grunted. "Yeah, 
that's it, looks like I got me two bitches now. Damn, 
man, you suck cock almost as good as you old lady," he 
laughed derisively. "You sure you ain't never done this 
before?" 

By that time, John had his eyes closed, trying his best 
to block out everything and everyone, trying to pretend 
that none of this was happening, that he wasn't on his 
knees before a black man, sucking his oversized dick. 
Yet, as he continued using his mouth to pleasure the 
man, John began to feel an odd change within him; maybe 
sucking another man's cock wasn't as bad as he would 
have thought. 

Or at least the physical side of it. The mental side, 
the feelings of humiliation and shame that came with 
the act were weighing heavily on him and he knew that, 
when this was finally over, they would be much more 
difficult to deal with. He tried to clear his head, 
tried his best to put that part of it completely out of 
his mind as he stretched his mouth open even further, 
bobbing his head up and down the thick shaft, stopping 
frequently to pull back and run his tongue all around 
the large, sensitive head. Remembering what had 
happened to Marge, he quickly brought his hand up and 
wrapped it around the base of Leon's cock to prevent 
being chocked in case Leon got carried away. 

Though it seemed like forever to him, John endured his 
cocksucking debut for only a few minutes before Leon 
pulled free. He grabbed John by the hair again, jerking 
his head back so he was looking straight up. Leon 
brought his face close to John's once again. "OK, 
motherfucker, now tell me to fuck your slutty, white 
trash bitch of a wife." 

On the couch, Marge was in wild eyed rapture from 
watching her sweet husband actually sucking on a cock. 
"Ooooh, fuck me now Leon, fuck me like a whore," she 
blurted out suddenly. She had already reached an arm 
over her fat belly and her right hand was busy between 
her legs. Both men turned to look at her but she was 
oblivious, her eyes closed and her fingers making 
squishy, liquid sounds as she worked them back and 
forth through the wet, swollen folds of her cunt. Her 
whole body tingled; she was so over stimulated that she 
felt almost ready to explode. 

Leon turned back to look at John. "Say it asshole, 
now!" he insisted. 

Poor John could only look down at the floor. "F-f-fuck 
my wife," he mumbled. His voice sounded meek and he 
felt awful, knowing as soon as he said it that Leon 
would not be satisfied. He was right. 

John never saw it coming. He just felt an explosion of 
pain, an incredible sting on his cheek that snapped his 
head as Leon slapped him hard across the face. "I can't 
hear you," he sing-songed at John. "Mean it when you 
say it, dick head." It was all John could do to keep 
from crying, the pain and anxiety he felt were pushing 
him to the breaking point. And his wife's reaction 
certainly hadn't helped any. But, once again he felt 
totally helpless, knowing there was no way out except 
to co-operate. 

John felt like a new recruit responding to a drill 
sergeant, trying to please him. He closed his eyes and 
took a deep breath. "Fuck my slut wife, please fuck her 
brains out," he practically shouted. "The fucking 
little cunt deserves it. She wants it. She wants your 
black cock. Every inch of it!" The words had no sooner 
left his lips than he hung his head, feeling like a 
total heel. How could he say such things about his 
wife? What had she done to deserve this? Maybe worst of 
all: was she enjoying what was happening to him? 

Leon shoved him aside roughly and knelt on the couch 
between Marge's parted thighs. He pushed them even 
further apart, grabbing his cock and bringing it line 
with her opening. Then, without any warning, he leaned 
forward and rammed the entire length of his long shaft 
into her wet pussy in one hard trust.

As John watched, her eyes flew wide open and then 
rolled back in her head. She let out a loud, guttural, 
animal-like groan, the likes of which John had never 
heard before.

"UUNNGGGHHH! Ooohhh my gawd!!" Marge grunted as her 
vagina was suddenly stretched wide, filled to capacity 
and beyond. She struggled for a moment, trying to get 
her breath as Leon pulled back almost all the way, then 
rammed forward until he was buried deep inside her once 
again. She panted and moaned as he pounded her with 
more hard trusts, her back arching sharply off the 
couch, sending the heavy rolls of fat on her huge body 
bouncing and rippling every which way. 

"Ooooh yes, Ooooh my god yes! YESSS!" she screamed, not 
caring how she sounded as she clawed at the sofa with 
her fingernails. "Fuck me! Give me your big cock! All 
of it damn you! Ooooooh, fuck yeah! I love it, give it 
to me NOW!" Leon plowed deep into her again and she 
came hard, much harder than John had ever seen, her 
fat, flabby body shaking and straining as a violent 
orgasm ripped through her. 

Looking down at her, John was more depressed than 
aroused. In all their years of making love, Marge had 
never been able to come from simple penetration; she 
would always have to rub her clit while he fucked her. 
Even then, it usually took her quite a while. But now, 
in less than a minute, she had had a massive orgasm by 
penetration alone. 

And to his dismay, she was still screaming and trashing 
her head about, the sloppy wet sounds coming from her 
pussy telling John that she was still more aroused than 
ever. Her massive breasts were wobbling and jouncing 
about almost painfully, but she was too busy holding 
onto the sofa and bucking her wide hips to even notice. 

As he continued to pound his cock into her, Leon 
reached down and began mauling both her soft white 
belly and her oversized breasts. 

"Damn, I love bitches with big, fuckin' titties and 
big, sloppy fat bellies... Oooh, yeah, baby," he 
grunted, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of her 
belly and breast at once. "I just love fuckin' love 
big, fat, white bitches." He grabbed a nipple with the 
fingers of each hand and pulled her huge breasts away 
from her chest, twirling them in small circles. Marge 
was so aroused that she only groaned more loudly, 
feeling far more pleasure than pain this time. 

John knelt quietly near the couch, still in shock from 
having just sucked a man's cock, and watched as his 
wife behaved like a wild, rutting animal, a woman he 
didn't even recognize. What had become of his sweet, 
loving wife, he wondered sadly.

Leon noticed him kneeling there and grinned at him. 
Reaching out, he grabbed John by the hair again and 
pulled him forward until he was so close he could see 
his wife’s sopping pink pussy. It was stretched tight, 
Leon’s enormous black cock was buried to the hilt in 
it. When Leon slowly pulled it out again, John could 
only stare, amazed, at Marge's pussy. It looked like a 
gapping pink cavern. 

It had always been big he knew, but now, having taken 
the entire length of Leon's massive dick, her vagina 
was grossed distended, stretched out far beyond 
anything he could've imagined. So far, in fact, that he 
could actually see a large circle of darkness at its 
center, where her opening disappeared into her body. 
Turning his head slightly, John got another shock: his 
wife had produced such a flood of lubrication that 
there was a ring of thick, whitish froth all around the 
thick base of Leon's cock.

Then, as if to further torture the man, Leon slowly 
began to push his thick penis back in. To John's 
further humiliation, Marge began to pant and groan 
again, asking, pleading, then finally begging Leon to 
slide his entire cock all the way up inside her. As he 
did so, Marge's moans were loud and unashamed; she 
appeared to be in another world, her eyes closed and 
her hips grinding and bumping against Leon's pelvis. 
She had come once already, but Leon looked like he was 
just hitting his stride; the constant thrusting of his 
slim hips soon had Marge on the edge of another orgasm. 

"Your old lady's tight little pussy was just made for 
fucking black cock, no question about it, and the 
bigger the better. I think this bitch has discovered 
her inner slut. Ain't that right, John?" Leon laughed 
cruelly, giving her several sharp in and out jabs with 
his cock to highlight his point. "Looks that way to 
me." 

Marge arched her back sharply again. "Yes, oh god yes! 
Don’t stop fucking me, please don't... oh, god, please 
don't... ever stop fucking me!" she panted, her voice 
coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath 
before Leon began pumping her still harder. 

John felt crushed and ashamed. His wife was acting like 
a total slut, yet, despite everything that had 
happened, his cock was still so stiff it was tenting 
his jeans badly. Noticing this, Leon couldn't resist 
rubbing John's face in it one more time. He began to 
pump Marge's pussy even faster, taking long, deep 
strokes. John could only watch in revulsion as his wife 
began making almost inhuman sounds, shrieking and 
screaming in ecstasy. It took only a few moments of 
pounding before her body shook and convulsed a second 
time, this orgasm seemingly stronger than the first. 

"Cum inside me Leon... Now! Please NOW! Fill me! Cum 
deep in me! I wanna feel you cum," Marge pleaded, her 
voice almost childlike. Thoroughly pissed off, Leon 
responded by humping her again, more violently this 
time, giving her the full length of his swollen cock 
with flesh slapping force. 

"Listen, you stupid slut, I call the shots here." Leon 
was panting heavily now, his muscular upper body bathed 
in a sheen of sweat as he rammed his cock hard into her 
pussy. "I’ll come where and when I want, you 
understand? Just shut your damn whore mouth, spread 
your legs and take my black cock, show me what a good 
little bitch slut you can be." She didn't reply. She 
couldn't have replied had she wanted to; her shaking 
body was being wracked by a third straight orgasm. Leon 
seemed hardly to notice. 

"Take your clothes off John, time to get naked," Leon 
ordered as he leaned over Marge's still shuddering 
body. He didn't even bothering looking at the other 
man. Thoroughly cowed by now, John didn’t even think of 
protesting as he quickly started to remove his 
clothing. 

John moved towards the edge of the couch now, standing 
naked next to his wife and her black lover. As Marge 
slowly came down from the haze of her third climax, 
Leon pulled out of her and leaned back. He was 
momentarily out of breath, his chest still heaving from 
the exertion. His huge cock was still rigid, however, 
coated with a heavy layer of Marge's pungent pussy 
slime.

He looked at them briefly before turning his head away; 
he couldn't stomach the sight and he knew whatever was 
coming would not be good. Despite everything he had 
been through, his small cock was still fully erect, 
pointing straight ahead, beyond his control. 

Leon moped the sweat from his brow and began to laugh. 
"Man, you can't be serious," he said, looking at John's 
groin. "How did you ever fuck her with that worthless 
little pencil dick? Sheeeeeit, this bitch could take 
two like that easy....probably have room to 
spare....although I don't know, her pussy was pretty 
tight. But hell," he smirked, "she wouldn't have any 
problem takin' yours." 

"Now then, I want John to lay on his back on the 
floor." Leon said, pointing at the floor. He nodded at 
Marge. "And you, my oversexed, can't get enough black 
cock slut, I want you to get on top of your hubby, sit 
right on his face and let him clean out your pussy." He 
stood back smirking as they both scrambled to comply 
with his orders. Once John was on the floor, Marge got 
into a 69 position over him, covering his head 
completely as she lowered her huge buttocks and soaking 
wet pussy onto his upturned face. 

"You can suck on him if you want, but don’t let him 
come," Leon directed. John groaned with pent up relief 
as he felt the warmth of his wives mouth wrap around 
his aching cock. Marge's thighs were clenched tight 
around his head, almost cutting off his hearing. For a 
moment he felt like was suffocating and he had to 
concentrate to breath as his entire face was enveloped 
in her sloppy wet pussy flesh. But once she got 
comfortable he had enough space, though barely, to 
begin working his tongue around inside of her. 

Moments later he saw Leon towering above him, grinning, 
before dropping to his knees behind Marge's fat ass. 
Even as he worked his tongue in and out of his wife's 
wet hole, he suddenly became aware of a strange, new 
sensation: Leon's heavy ball sack was bumping against 
his forehead. Marge changed her position slightly now, 
moving her crotch off his face and up a bit.

She was still so wet and open that it took only two 
strokes until Leon's cock was buried in her again and 
she had to stop sucking John's cock so she could begin 
moaning and panting again. 

He watched from inches away, fascinated, as his wife's 
tight pussy was plowed wide open by Leon's thick cock. 
John felt a new surge of arousal; he was entranced as 
he watched his wife's vagina stretched open so tightly 
from that close, her fat lips being first forced 
inwards, then pulled back out again. He was also amazed 
at how quickly Leon cock became coated with a heavy 
layer of Marge's pussy slime. 

"Lick my balls. Now, asshole!" Leon ordered him. It was 
a simple matter of adjusting his position, tilting his 
head back a bit, until Leon’s balls were at his mouth. 
As he felt the soft skin of Leon's heavy scotum 
dragging across his mouth.

John licked instinctively; he was well past caring 
about how or why by now, the smell of Leon’s cock and 
Marge’s pussy in his nostrils had become his only 
reality. Every few strokes Leon would pull out and let 
his big cock flop down onto John’s waiting mouth. 
Without question or protest, he would lick and slobber 
around the underside of it, cleaning off as much of his 
wife's pungent secretions as he could before Leon 
thrust it back into her. 

After another few minutes of hard fucking, Leon pulled 
out of Marge’s pussy. It gapped open so far that her 
slippery juices quickly seeped out in long strings, 
which dribbled down into John's open mouth. Marge 
hadn't been able to suck his cock very well as she was 
being pounded so hard, but such was his horniness that 
she still managed to bring him to the brink to orgasm. 

Leon's next words filled John with dread. "Tell me 
John, does your little slut wifey take dick up her 
ass?" John shuddered, closed his eyes, and slowly shook 
his head no. He had never really considered anal sex 
before; he always assumed that Marge would be offended 
and so he had never bothered to ask her. The way things 
were going tonight, though, who could tell? It wouldn't 
matter anyway; he had long ago lost control of anything 
that might happen and he knew it, though he kept that 
thought to himself. 

Getting no response, Leon tried again. "Well, what 
about it bitch, you want to feel this big old cock 
jammed up your ass?" he asked almost casually. "If you 
thought it felt tight in your pussy...." He didn't 
finish his thought, didn't have to. 

Marge stopped jerking John’s cock and turned her head 
back over her shoulder. Fear began to grip her and she 
hesitated a moment, unsure of her response. "N-nnooo 
thank you,' she said, knowing immediately how 
ridiculous it sounded. "I-I-I’ve never done that before 
and don’t think I could do it." She began to whine 
then, her voice higher. "Please Leon, don't," she 
begged, "Please... please don't make me...I-I can't do 
that" 

Leon laughed out loud and slapped her right ass cheek 
with his open hand, hard enough to leave a red 
handprint against the white flesh. He readjusted his 
position, taking the bloated knob of his rigid cock and 
bumping it lightly against her puckered asshole. Marge 
quickly wriggled forward, wanting desperately to get 
away, but he slipped his long arm under her large hips 
and yanked her back. He slapped her left buttock now, 
this time harder. 

"There's a first time for everything, bitch," he said 
hoarsely. "Now stay still slut, I am gonna fuck me some 
tight ass whether you want it or not." John watched 
from below, not daring to move. He wondered what he 
would do if Leon forced his wife to take it in her ass. 
A moment later the black man helped him make up his 
mind. 

"You decide John, what's in gonna be? Either I fuck 
your sorry ass or I fuck your wife’s!" Leon said. 
"Somebody's going to get it... don't make no difference 
to me. What do you want to do? It's up to you, John." 
There was total silence in the room as Leon continued 
to probe around Marge’s brown anal ring with the head 
of his cock. 

"No please! Please don't! Y-you'll hurt me," Marge 
pleaded. 

Unfortunately for poor Marge, there was no possible way 
John was going to let Leon fuck his ass. He knew he had 
to save himself from this final, wretched degradation, 
even if it meant sacrificing his wife in the process. 
Fuck her in the ass Leon," he blurted out "she’ll take 
it alright." 

In a near panic now, Marge tried once again to wiggle 
away but Leon, laughing now, quickly reached out and 
dragged her back to him again. "Hold still now bitch, 
or this really will hurt." As John watched from below, 
Leon coated his cock head with spittle and began to 
push it harder against her tight ass. For a moment, 
nothing happened; then her tight anal pucker began to 
give way as the swollen, purple knob was gradually 
forced into it. Marge screamed and bucked and 
struggled, but Leon held her tight, his thick cock now 
buried an inch or so up her ass. 

He leaned forward then, ever so slowly inched his 
monster black cock up her lily white ass. "Ooooh God! 
Oooooh please! NOOO!" she cried, but Leon was 
relentless now, forcing his cock up her tight back 
passage until almost half of it was buried inside her. 
He stop paused a few moments, letting both of them 
catch their breaths. But it was a short reprieve. 
Keeping an iron grip on her hefty hips, he began to 
move foreword once again, grunting and straining with 
the effort. 

"Yeah, oh, yeah! Damn, that feels good. Oooooh, fuck, 
yeah," he moaned. Marge's virgin ass felt like a hot 
vice around his sensitive cock. "Fuck yeah, baby, you 
feel that big cock in your hot little ass? I know you 
feel every fucking inch, don't you, you filthy slut 
whore." Marge could feel it, indeed. She was in such 
pain that she dug her nails deeply into John's legs, 
but he was so fascinated by the sight of Leon's thick 
black pole disappearing into her tiny anal opening that 
he took no notice. 

So great was the pressure in her ass that her pussy 
gapped open even more, and without thinking John pushed 
his tongue inside it, strained to get as much of her 
delicious pussy fluid as he could manage. Then, he 
quickly moved his tongue up and began to lap at her 
clit, hoping the pleasure he produced for her would 
offset some of the terrible pain she was feeling. 

He could feel Leon's heavy, egg-sized testicles bumping 
against his forehead and face as he continued to lick 
his wife's slit. Above him, Marge was panting like a 
dog and whimpering crazily against the pain, but Leon 
ignored her and kept thrusting, plunging deeper and 
deeper until finally he hit bottom. 

She let out a loud scream when Leon suddenly pulled his 
cock halfway out, then slowly forced it back in again. 
It slide in just a bit easier the second time and soon 
Leon had impaled her again. Marge dropped her head onto 
John’s legs and started pounding the floor with her 
fists. Although she continued to mumble and moan, John 
couldn’t make out what she was saying, he just kept 
watching what was happing above him. As Leon pulled 
back a third time, John noticed that Leon's cock was 
glistening; it had become covered with a heavy mixture 
of ass and pussy slime. 

After four or five back and forth thrusts, Leon started 
fucking her ass in earnest. Pulling his cock out and 
sliding it in was becoming much easier now. "You like 
that cunt.....you like having your ass fucked," he 
panted. "Look at that black cock in your wife’s 
butthole, John, she fucking loves it." 

To his amazement, John could see she was now actually 
pushing back to meet Leon’s trusts, throwing her head 
back and panting so hard she could hardly catch her 
breath. "Ooooooooh my gggodddd... Oooooooh... 
uunngghhh... oh, shit, it's big, John, so damn big in 
me... keep licking me honey... yeah... just like 
that... oh, yes... right there... it's so good." 

Leon burst out laughing and started slamming her 
harder, slapping her so hard that he left more red 
handprints all over her enormous white ass cheeks. 
"Fucked in the ass by a big black cock! You wife is a 
fucking degenerate slut, you know that John?" he 
taunted. "A white trash pig of a whore, a worthless 
piece of fuckmeat." 

He, too, was starting to pant from the exertion. "You 
better keep a damn close eye on this bitch after 
tonight, John, you never know what the hell she might 
try to do after this. Your big, fat cunt of a wife 
might start runnin' around on your sorry ass... maybe 
looking for other black guys... she might even bring 
'em home and fuck 'em right here under your nose... you 
can sit in the chair and jerk off as you watch it, 
since you sure ain't man enough to do anything to stop 
it." 

Between Leon's savage thrusting and John's gentle clit 
licking, Marge felt another orgasm rapidly approaching. 
She ramming her massive hips back hard at Leon and 
mashed her dripping wet pussy on John's face, rubbing 
it back and forth in a frenzy. "Ooooh fuck my ass, 
Leon, slap it hard baby......fuck it 
harder.....please," she said hoarsely, twisting her 
head from side to side. She lifted the top of her body 
up from the floor so John could feel her huge tits 
swaying and banging against his legs and cock.

"Oooohhh, ooohh, ooohh my god, oh my god yes! Your cock 
feels so big! So good inside my little ass. My tight 
little ass." As the leading edge of another intense 
orgasm began to wash over her, she suddenly began to 
babble, losing her last shred of control and dignity. 
"Can you see it John? Can you see it in me, see it 
going in and out, baby? I'm a good fuck, aren't I John? 
Aren't I Johnny? Your wife, your baby, is a good little 
fuck. An oversexed whoring slut, a bad little girl, 
just like Leon says." She continued to rant almost 
incoherently as the full force of her orgasm 
overwhelmed her. 

Indeed, John could see it all, and taste and smell and 
hear it too, as Leon’s cock was only inches from his 
mouth, a blur of motion as it was pile driven deeply 
into his wife’s willing ass. When Marge finally 
finished her long, drawn-out climax, Leon pulled his 
big cock out and John could see his wife's abused anus, 
gaping open so wide he could see the pink insides, much 
the same way he had seen her pussy earlier. 

Looking up from his position on the floor, John 
grimaced because he feared what might be coming next. 
Worst yet, he knew there that there would be no 
escaping it. Unfortunately for John, he didn't have to 
wait long to find out. 

Once again, Leon reached down and pinched John's 
nostrils shut. Realizing that protest was completely 
futile, he opened his mouth even before he needed to, 
far enough so that Leon could quickly force in about 
four or five inches of his filthy, foul tasting meat. 
John used every bit of his will power and self control 
to keep from vomiting as he worked his tongue around 
the swollen cock head, the part that had been driven 
deepest into his wife's bowels. 

Leon leaned forward, resting his sweaty chest against 
Marge's back for a moment while John kept sucking the 
black man's vile tasting dick. "Hey baby, your candy-
ass, fag husband is sucking your shit off my cock, you 
wanna see?" He said it softly, but still loud enough 
for John to hear. 

To John's utter horror and humiliation, Marge happily 
said yes. She began to giggle as she climbed off her 
husband and turned around to look at him. She moved 
even closer then, watching in rapt attention as Leon 
force several more inches of his thick cock down John's 
already filled throat; so much more in fact that he 
began to choke and gag. 

"Candy-ass white faggot wimp, "Leon snarled. He looked 
at Marge as John gagged again. "You better give this 
asshole some lessons in cocksucking, bitch, he's about 
worthless the way he is now. Fuck it, I’m gonna come in 
his fucking mouth, that's about all it's good for." His 
cock made a wet, popping sound as he pulled it from 
John's mouth. He grabbed John by the hair, yanking and 
pulling until he was kneeling on the floor directly in 
front of him. 

Seeing what was going to happen and not wanting to be 
left out, Marge straightened up and walked on her knees 
until she was next to her husband. She pressed her 
cheek closely against his, then slipped an arm around 
his waist, pulling him as close to her as possible. 

Leon liked the idea and he switched back and forth, 
holding his turgid cock by its base and stuffing the 
bulbous cock head first into John's mouth, then into 
Marge's. As the saliva mixed with the other secretions 
on his cock it formed a slippery, rank smelling goo 
that Leon took delight in rubbing all over both of 
their faces. 

"OK kiddies, keep those mouths open wide," he finally 
rasped. Then he took a step back and stroked his huge 
cock harder. Spreading his legs a bit, he brought the 
bloated head of his cock close to John's face. The 
powerful muscles in his thighs and abdomen began to 
tense up and he stroked his cock more slowly, almost 
stopping, until finally he could stand it no more and 
began to come, his cock erupting like a fire hose. The 
torrents were so thick and came out with such 
incredible force that for a moment it looked like he 
was pissing semen instead of ejaculating it. 

The first blast caught John square in the face, half of 
it going into his mouth, the other half splattering 
over his nose, eyes and forehead. He quickly grabbed 
Marge by the hair, bending her head forward as he let 
go with another heavy shot, getting some in her mouth 
as well before landing the rest all over her pudgy 
face. He continued this way, alternating from one face 
to the other until his massive balls were at last 
drained.

Marge and John had both borne the brunt of Leon's long 
delayed ejaculation. By the time he finished, each of 
their faces was covered with a coating of warm, creamy 
semen. Leon looked down at them with a satisfied smile. 
His aim had been good; he had sprayed his seed 
everywhere: into their mouths, up their noses, onto 
their hair and into their eyes, causing then to burn 
badly from the salt. 

"Alright, John, you may kiss the bride," he joked, 
unable to keep from laughing as he surveyed his 
handiwork. "And I don't mean a fuckin' peck on the 
cheek, either." John felt so degraded and disgusted 
that he made no move, just knelt there as several 
sticky strings of semen dripped from his chin and 
landed on his thighs.

Sensing Leon's impatience and what it might lead to, 
Marge turned to her husband, took his face in her hands 
and laid a sloppy French kiss on his goo coated lips. 
She sighed as she continued her kiss, making loud, 
slobbering sounds as she ran her long, pointed tongue 
around his lips and into his mouth. Though he was near 
to gagging from the taste and smell of Leon's 
ejaculate, John managed to kiss her back, passing a 
stringy glob of the sticky liquid into her waiting 
mouth. 

To be continued...

As it turns out, this story changed all three of their 
lives. In Part 2: Leon brings some close friends along 
to share his new fuck toys.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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