The Family BBC - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 9

... brushed my husband's supporting hands.

Leland cried out. "AAAAA!!" Pain lancing through his groin. Still he growled back. "FUU-CK MA DIK, CUNT-BICH! I kin take it!" His words were beginning to sober.

The mighty length stretched my cum greased twat wide. It filled me so fully, I was ashamed to compare the sensation with my husband's skilled tool.

George strengthened his grip and cautioned. "I'll do all I can, Leen, but stop if his pain gets any worse." He took more than a little delight from throttling the blood filled shaft.

I barely heard him as I drew myself up and then pounded my cunt back down on fat, black dick. GODS! That felt incredible!

The drunk yelled again but repeated his claim to be able to 'take it.' The truth was, Leland was too injured to fuck up against me. I like to think that my husband was fucking me with the black man's cock. I rode those choked inches like they were my big black dildo in George's hands. It felt incredible! "Use his dick on me, George, wreck my cunt with it!" My knees drove black meat up my stretched pussy, again and again.

Because my husband was gripping a hand's worth, the prick that engorged me didn't reach my cervix. Without the pain of that being pounded, I was enjoying Leland's prick for the first time! "I'm fucking a big black cock right in front of you, George. I know this is your gift to me, but I still feel guilty. UNNGGH!" My rhythm broke from a unexpected orgasm. It was minor. I crouched and lifted, over and ...

... over a live, fat cock ripping in and out of my horny hole! "I'll thank you for this, however you want, My Love." Truthfully, I was out of my mind, feeling powerful and greedy and loved!

Leland's grunts, soft or sharp, were mostly from pain, but I did hope he felt pleasure too. He deserved something for what I was taking from him. Still, I gained a measure of satisfaction because he was suffering from me fucking him!

"This is rape, Leland." I growled at his contorted face. "My cunt is raping your helpless but stiff cock! Feel my power to give pleasure or pain! This time I choose how you suffer!"

"Ya thin you got bes of me!" He snarled, his lips twitching. The drunken stupor previously in his eyes was fading. "I fukyu and fukyu til ya bleed! AARRGGGH!!!" He felt me smash my butt down, driving his cunt juiced shaft partly through my husband's strained grip. His guts erupted from torment. "I KILYA, KILYA, BICH!"

"Colleen!" George shouted at me. "You have to slow down - take it easy! I know you're having your hard earned moment over this lout, but don't discard mercy. I beg you!" He put every mote of his strength into resisting my downward thrusts.

I must have blasted my ass down half a dozen extra times before my good husband's concern cut through the thick haze of righteousness goading me to fuck Leland harder! He roared in agony, each time.

I hadn't noticed there were tears in my eyes. When I finally slowed my heaving butt, I realized they were for Leland. I ...