The Family BBC - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 9

... black's penis flesh out, but with erection came pain. George stopped drying it. I held Leland while George quickly toweled the man's thick legs and broad feet.

"Fug ya, Ppsssy Mauth!" It had taken Leland a minute to figure out what George had said.

"I guess he recognizes you too." I covered my mouth to hide my amused grin.

We helped Leland into a bed. I grabbed George, pushed him onto the other bed and began tearing off his quick change of clothes. "Fuck me, Lover. I need cock, hard and pounding!"

Like me, George was eager for his dick in my cunt. We rocked that bed for nearly a minute. His swore ecstatically, the first couple squirts of cum blasting into me. His remaining semen flowed quickly to a halt. I was still breathing deep and fast. "George, I need more."

Leland's sustained's groans had nothing to do with his proximity to our flaunted fuck. He lay staring at the ceiling. His dick pointed high in that direction as well.

George's quick ejaculation was a surprise to him. I had an inkling of the reason - a cuck's revenge. Instead of losing confidence in his sexual prowess, he dived his head down and worked both my clit and cum seeping pussy with dutiful sucks and licks. He was hesitant however to finger my seeping cleft. It was strange to me that my husband minded touching cum more than tasting it. I was familiar with this facet of his sexuality but hadn't cared. That night the fact seemed more important."

"Hae Whyht Slut, don be leev' meh inuh-lursh! ...

... I got ta dick y' relly need. Det puss-moth an gon make y' cum lik my beg blak cock."

My husband was doing an excellent job of sustaining my arousal, but Leland in the locked room worried me despite his incapacitation. When the black man started talking, I flinched, nearly kneeing George's dancing chin! My excitement drained significantly. However, upon turning my head to Leland's surprisingly horny gaze, a fresh wind blew on the flames in my loins. "You feel so good, George! Keep at it." I breathed shallowly.

"Ah noze y', Whyht Bich. Yu be miss'n a big hard rut!"

Something fearful possessed me. I needed to cum but was losing confidence in my husband's skilled tongue lashing in that strange moment. "Do it harder, George. Bite if you must, I need more." I pleaded, hoping to defeat my growing fear that my husband might one day be unable to pleasure me.

That would be sad, maybe even tragic, but I would make that sacrifice to sustain our bond. I didn't need orgasms to live. I especially hated the small ones that had happened from that fat, black assailant! Seeing Leland impotent, unexpectedly moved me to take care of his need. The man had suffered a tragic loss-

"UNGH!" I grunted loudly from an attempt at biting my clit. I'd never made such a harsh request from my true love. He didn't know how hard to bite. "Good! But a little harder!" I told him. When I howled from his next bite, he pulled away from my soaked vulva. "Sorry!"

"NO! KEEP DOING THAT!!" I exclaimed! ...