- Part X -
He filled the open door with his huge frame, seemingly larger each time
he appeared. His thickly veined arms sprouted from the sides of
the black tank top that clung to him like a second skin. Mountainous
knots of muscle strained at the fabric that covered his chest and
stomach. The white spandex shorts left nothing to the imagination,
showing a clear outline of his perpetual erection. I watched my wife as
her eyes were drawn to it, following the thick cord along the bottom of
the pulsating shaft to the sharply flared glans straining to escape
from the waistband. His thighs nearly touched both sides of the door
frame, bulging with tight bands of hard, woven muscle. His presence was
so intimidating that my pulse pounded and my body shook in fear of what
he was capable of this evening.
He entered, now having to duck to clear the top of the entrance to our
home. My wife stood in awe of his towering, impressive physique. Once
inside, he smiled at her hungrily, enjoying her longing body, displayed
in a way that was calculated to excite him. He finally broke the tense
silence.
"Well, aren't you going to kiss your husband?"
She approached him, eagerly reaching for his waiting lips. He lowered
his face to hers, drinking the liquid from her warm, soft mouth. Her
throat pulsed rhythmically as she wrestled and probed his tongue with
hers. Her taught body stretched to meet him, showing the sculptured
lines of her legs, ass and waist.
He released her, their eyes remaining locked in knowing, silent
communication. He turned slightly toward the open door, looking behind
him as he spoke.
"I've brought you a playmate tonight," he said softly.
As he stepped aside, she entered, standing beside him with the same
evil grin. I remembered that grin. This tall, muscular, black woman
delivered the unfortunate blonde's husband to our house the night he
was initiated. She was dressed the same as he, her large breasts
bouncing under the tank top. Portions of the black globes overflowed
through the open sections on each side, just in front of her large,
firm arms. The elastic white shorts molded her protruding mound,
already showing a damp stain along the vertical crevice between her
incredibly large labia. She had the physique of a female bodybuilder,
except for the jutting breasts capped with large, stiff nipples. Her
smooth, ebony skin was stretched tightly over a well-muscled frame that
promised a long night of humiliation and perversion.
She walked to my wife, drooling at this succulent prey. Reaching out,
she examined the sheer, white material, running it through her fingers
as she leered, waiting for my wife's reaction. My wife looked confused,
unfamiliar with the advances of another woman. He watched her response
with interest and amusement.
Suddenly, violently, she ripped the delicate covering from my wife's
body. My startled wife stood her ground, her face and shaking body
showing her growing apprehension. She looked to him for guidance, for
answers to questions she had never been asked. He responded with
emptiness from cold eyes she dreaded remembering.
The amazon again raised her muscular arms, this time stroking my wife's
pouting breasts with her long, black fingers. She brought her
fingertips to the nipples, feeling them stiffen as she rolled and
pinched them. Excited by my wife's discomfort, she breathed the words
softly into my wife's face.
"Hello, Beauty. My name's Agony. Won't you come play with me?"
She stood silently, shaking, not knowing how to respond. She expected
him to satisfy her tonight, to fill her with his hard cock, to make her
cum again and again until she found some relief to the urges that
tortured her. Bewildered by this turn of events, she struggled to
separate her heat of sexual frustration from the advances of this
beautiful black lesbian.
"It's not polite to snub my friend, dear," mocked the giant. "Tell her
you're sorry, then kiss and make up."
"I'm sorry," my wife muttered, looking into the amazon's liquid, brown
eyes. She winced slightly as he prodded her, then pressed herself
against Agony's hard breasts as their mouths joined in a deep kiss. Her
body trembled as feminine black hands caressed her back, then found
her firm buttocks, pulling them apart, trying to find the wet wings of
swollen flesh just out of reach. Her mind reeled as she felt the tip
of a soft finger massage, then enter her ass. She let out a short moan
as she desperately tried to fight the cravings that grew daily within
her over the past week.
After toying with her for several minutes, Agony released her, asking
again, "Come on Beauty, will you play with me?" She had no choice.
"Yes," she answered.
We all headed for the living room. Agony had spied my chain. Gleefully
recovering the loose end, she led me behind her, yanking hard now and
then to hear me yelp. "You don't seriously let this disgusting thing
touch you?" she asked my wife.
"Not any more, it makes me ill."
"It makes me ill, too," she said, laughing. Handing the end of my chain
to the monster, she continued, "Please keep this pathetic bag of cum
away from us. It's making both of us sick!" He chuckled as he accepted
the chain, leading me to an iron railing near the stairs at the far end
of the room. He passed the chain between my legs, tying and locking it
to the waist-high railing behind me. I was forced to stand against the
cold metal railing, my cock and balls tied tightly to it from behind.
He returned to his chair without saying a word, watching my wife and
his "friend" eye each other, waiting in the center of the room.
"I love how you've dressed for me tonight," began Agony in her soft,
mesmerizing tones. Her voice was soothing, sexy, intoxicating; an eerie
mismatch to her imposing stature.
"And these, mmmm, so soft, white, and creamy."
She lowered her mouth to my wife's breasts, licking them and sucking at
the hardened nipples until they glistened with her saliva.
"Now, you do me," she cooed. My wife hesitated, then pulled Agony's top
up over her head and off her outstretched arms. Her breasts were even
larger than my wife's. They jutted forward, the large, dark nipples
extending, moving like small fingers reaching out for her touch.
Reluctantly, she lowered her face to Agony's heaving, black tits,
taking one of the large nipples into her mouth. She struggled with her
desire as she tongued and sucked both nipples, then her breasts,
finally wetting her entire chest.
"Ohhh, Beauty, you sweet-tongued angel. Mmmmm, don't we play well
together?"
Agony's praises and encouragements continued as my wife worked below
her. The taste of her breasts was a mixture of vanilla and spice,
surprisingly pleasing as she covered every inch with her lapping
tongue. She caught brief whiffs of Agony's sex as the sweet, rich odor
rose to entice her. The delicious tastes and smells of Agony's excited
body softened her resistance a bit, as she relaxed and warmed with each
compliment.
She cradled my wife's face in her hands, tilting it up to look into her
blue eyes.
"I want to see you, Beauty. Show me all of you, please?"
Her voice was irresistible. My wife stood before her, slowly removing
the last vestiges of her scanty outfit. After presenting the items to
her master, she stood naked and shaking before her "playmate". She felt
the wetness between her legs spread to the insides of her thighs. Her
nipples burned as they continued to stiffen and pucker. She was
unexpectedly embarrassed, not at her blatant sexual display, but
because she was being teased and tempted by another woman.
"Would you like to see me too? Do you want me naked, Beauty?"
Again hesitating, she murmured, "Yes".
"We're friends now. You can call me Agony."
"Yes, Agony."
Slowly she peeled the tight pants over her wide hips and down Agony's
long black legs. As she knelt to remove the pants and shoes, the sweet
odor of her dripping vagina assaulted her senses. It attracted her,
made her mouth water, like the smell of freshly baked bread.
"Go ahead, you can taste me if you like."
As Agony spread her legs, my wife rested both hands on her hard, black
thighs and slowly ran her tongue along the juicy slit. It tasted
incredible - so sweet, so satisfying! It entered her system,
finding her pleasure centers, locking on to them and stimulating them
like an addictive drug. She licked her again, this time lingering at
the liquid center, drinking her juices. Her mouth covered Agony's cunt,
sucking loudly as the secretions stimulated her. Her tongue danced over
Agony's inner labia and clitoris, trying to produce more of the
succulent nectar.
Agony's hips began to rock as my wife tongued her. She talked to her as
she worked.
"Ohhh, yes, my Beauty. Lick me, my pet. Mmmmm, you're sooo good. That's
it. Oh yes, put it inside me. Now lick me again, my sweet. Drink as
much of me as you want, it's all for you, my Beauty. Ohhhh, ohhhh,
OHHHHH!"
Agony thrashed in orgasm as she bucked against my poor wife's face.
Falling onto her back from the lesbian's viscous thrusts, face soaked
with her juices, she watched her finish her orgasm. Her hard, black,
body twitched and jerked, then recovered, smiling down at my dazed
wife.
"Mmmmm, I like playing with you," she purred.
"Would you like to cum too, my Beauty?"
"Yes, Agony," answered my wife, this time without hesitation.
She went to the giant and returned to my wife holding a huge, black
phallus. It jiggled slightly as she held it by the base where several
leather straps were attached. "Do you recognize it?" she asked, as she
displayed its full length to my wife. "No, Agony. I'm not sure what you
mean," she replied.
"It's an exact replica of my darling Chris' penis. You probably
remember it, filling your hungry pussy with his cum until you were
swimming in a pool of his sperm. He is one of my favorites, but then
again, every child is special in his own way."
"Come, my Beauty, up on the sofa so I can pleasure you."
My wife crawled the short distance to the sofa. Lying on her back, she
curled one leg over the edge, cautiously opening herself to her
playmate. She watched Agony fasten the straps around her firm butt and
narrow waist, the giant black cock bobbing in front of her. Climbing
between my wife's open legs, she covered her with her large, well
muscled body. Supported on her hands, suspended above her, she slowly
licked my wife's neck and face. Her tongue teased her, penetrating her
open lips only to retreat, circle her mouth, then enter her again.
After several minutes of teasing, my wife's hands circled her neck,
drawing her close for a long, deep kiss. Agony held the tip of the
dildo at the entrance of my wife's gaping vagina, working it in small
circles over her labia and clitoris. The amazon licked her repeatedly,
from ears to nipples, collecting and examining the flavors of her
surrendering body.
Agony returned to her mouth again, probing deeply into her throat as
she inched the firm, black likeness of her own son inside. My wife let
a soft moan escape as it stretched her, remembering the ecstasy she
received at the end of Chris' throbbing organ. Agony lowered her body,
pinning my wife helplessly under her as she continued to drive the
black cock deeper. Suddenly, my wife moaned loudly as the supple dildo
entered her completely, probing her sensitive cervix. Agony began to
grind her mound into my helpless wife, each clitoris sliding over the
other as their orgasms approached. My wife's moans had turned to loud
cries.
"Oh...oh...please Agony, fuck me! Make me cum! Oh God, you feel so
good!"
"Yes...Yes, my Beauty. Soon...soon I'll make you cum. I want to taste
you, to drink your juices as you come in my mouth, as you did to me."
Quickly unstrapping the dildo, she moved down to taste her boiling
cunt. She worked the dildo against my wife's cervix as she eagerly
licked the straining lips and clitoris above it. Finally, after working
her tongue in several quick figure-eights directly on her engorged
clit, my wife exploded, screaming and kicking in a crashing orgasm.
Agony withdrew the phallus as she came, fastening her mouth over her
vacant hole, drinking and sucking secretions that flowed from her. My
wife continued to spasm uncontrollably, as Agony flashed a knowing
smile to the giant across the room. After several minutes, it appeared
that my wife would orgasm to exhaustion. Finally, Agony lowered herself
on top of her thrashing body, stroking her face and talking to her in
soft, quiet phrases.
"There, there, my pet. It's OK. Shhhh...Agony is here with you. Listen
to my voice, my Beauty. Shhhh...Shhhh...that's it. Relax and listen to
me, my sweet. Ahh yes, how beautiful you are when you cum. That's it.
Agony is here for you."
She stroked her body gently as she talked her down from what appeared
to be an unending orgasm. My wife breathed easier as the lesbian
continued to fondle her belly and breasts, now quietly whispering in
her ear. Then, pulling her close, my wife kissed her softly and
sensuously, collapsing back onto the sofa with a faraway smile of newly
found satisfaction.
Agony rose from the sofa and walked over to me, giving the giant a
smile and a wink as she strolled past him. She grinned as she looked
into my worried eyes, then dropped her gaze to my erect penis. The drug
still controlled me, my cock throbbing and jerking uncontrollably as a
small stream of pre-cum continued to flow down the underside of the
turgid shaft. Her stunning presence made it difficult to control the
maddening heat as my hips began to thrust forward slightly for relief.
Extending a long index finger, she slowly traced a line from my
scrotum, along the bottom of the shaft, to the sensitive head.
Lingering there, she circled the gaping eye, spreading the clear liquid
over the hard knob. The sensation was agonizing. Her touch was just
firm enough to tease, inflaming my lust as she tortured me.
She removed her finger, examining the sticky coating with a disgusted
look. Thrusting it in front of my face, she purred, "This is your
little mess. Why don't you clean Agony." The words washed over me like
a warm wave. It was soothing, irresistible. She pressed the wet tip of
her finger to my lips. I opened and accepted it, closing my mouth
around the long delicate digit as she slowly removed it. I swallowed
repeatedly, but the musky taste remained.
My wife stared at the floor, unable to stomach the degrading scene. She
flinched as he entered her mind.
"YOU WILL WATCH HIS HUMILIATION. IT WILL BECOME A PART OF YOU."
She forced herself to look back at us, now part of Agony's next little
game.
She continued to tease my jerking cock, feeding me the sticky residue
with each trace of her skilled fingers. I struggled, thrusting my
inflamed member back and forth, trying to touch anything that might
give me relief. Bringing me to the edge of orgasm a dozen times, she
skillfully prolonged my release. Her soft, sexy voice drove me wild as
she played with me.
"Mmmmm...that's it...lick your sticky cum from my fingers. Oooo,
doesn't that taste good? Agony loves feeding you like this. Want some
more? There, another mouthful for you. Goood...now clean me...that's
right. Oh, good boy! You've eaten every drop! Now, clean me again. Oh,
very good."
She smiled sweetly as she wiped the remaining traces of saliva and pre-
cum on my chest.
Her distended mound then began to swell. I saw the outer lips engorge
and separate releasing a flood of syrupy liquid down the hard insides
of her thighs. The intoxicating odor engulfed me, hot and sweet, from
between her legs. I inhaled deeply, unable to resist the delicious
aroma. She sensuously inserted a finger between her sopping labia,
withdrawing a glob of the honey she produced. As before, she brought it
to my lips, allowing me to suck every drop from the finger as it
explored my hungry mouth. Filling myself with it, I felt it entering my
brain, seeking out the connections that give pleasure, engulfing and
controlling them. I drew it into me repeatedly, the hunger for it
suddenly more urgent than my screaming sexual heat.
Agony knelt before me, carefully clasping my cock in both hands.
Sucking the head into her mouth, I felt her probing tongue at the
dripping entrance, the tip trying to work its way inside. To my horror,
I felt her tongue enter me and begin to travel up my urethra. Spinning
and twisting, the sensation was more than enough to put me over the
edge, as I felt the crushing orgasm begin. The intensity was
indescribable. It surrounded me, invaded me, separated me from reality,
as it unleashed an assault on every nerve in my body. Pure sensations
of pleasure at maximum intensity gripped me with unrelenting tenacity.
White-hot streams of pure lust and abandon ripped through my body as I
thrashed against the iron railing. I felt her impossibly long, snake-
like tongue continue to invade me, now squirming against bowel and
bladder, lashing at me from deep within my own belly.
The orgasm sustained its intensity, feeding on itself as I spasmed
helplessly. As she withdrew her tongue, I looked down to see the thin,
wet appendage disappear into the face of a hideous creature. Part
reptilian, part something indescribable, it glared at me through red,
slitted eyes. Jagged teeth lined its gaping, wet maw. Moving tendrils
of raw flesh crawled over its bulbous head as it snarled and hissed at
me. Its squat, deformed body jumped with excitement as it watched me
cum. Pleasure and terror stabbed at me in equal measures as I felt I
had descended into the depths of hell.
Glancing away from the horrific sight, I looked back to find Agony
again kneeling before me. Licking her full lips, she stood and smiled
sweetly, watching me continue to cum, avoiding the jet of semen
spraying from my thrusting cock. My wife and the giant soon joined her,
all three watching me with curious enjoyment.
The giant turned my wife to face him, then kissed her deeply, holding
her naked, waiting body against him. She responded at once, rubbing her
cunt against him shamelessly. Agony watched them, her mouth watering.
Grasping her tight, round ass, the monster lifted my wife into the air,
lowering her slowly onto his thick cock. She moaned as she held him,
her hungry tongue licking at his immense bare chest. He raised and
lowered her on his cock while she tongued him feverishly, allowing me
to watch him plunge in and out of her clutching vagina.
Agony went to her knees in front of them, licking the stretched crevice
between my wife's smooth, firm buttocks, then taking his dangling balls
into her mouth. Finally she returned to my wife, inserting her long
tongue into her ass, licking and probing. My wife orgasmed immediately,
triggering his release of boiling cum into her belly. It filled her
quickly, a new wave of thick, white goo gushing from her with each of
his firm strokes. Agony collected the cum in both hands, spreading it
over my wife's body from head to toe. Soon she was covered with a
slick, shiny coating of his sticky emissions.
She felt Agony's hard body press against her from behind, kneading and
stretching her ass cheeks. She panicked as she felt the slippery bulb
of the huge black phallus push against her anus. His eyes locked onto
hers, probing her with his will.
"YOU WILL OPEN YOURSELF TO HER. I WILL GUIDE YOU TO A PLACE OF NEW
JOY."
It entered her, straining and stretching the walls of her bowels. She
held his gaze, allowing him to relax her, to lead her to his
destination. The constant pressure continued to fill her, stimulating
the now relaxed opening as it slowly eased over the sensitive brown
ring. Agony embraced her from behind, hands gliding over her breasts
and belly, finally arriving at the damp valley where his thick root
entered her. As she stroked and rolled my wife's engorged clitoris, she
drove the rubbery shaft to its limit, pressing her black belly against
her quivering ass. My wife shrieked and moaned between them, consumed
with an orgasm unlike any she had experienced. They stretched her, then
crushed her between their strong bodies, totally filling her with
synchronized strokes. Suspended between them, she struggled to embrace
both demons, craving them equally. Agony and the monster exchanged
knowing smiles, each showing appreciation for the other's insidious
skills.
The three of them performed act after act of lust and perversion in
front of me while I hung against the railing, jerking and thrashing.
Finally exhausted, they collapsed in a heap of warm flesh while I
continued to thrust and spurt my cum onto the drenched carpet.
Just before I collapsed into unconsciousness, I saw my wife proudly
present the monster with the sixteen cum-filled condoms she had
collected for him, her payment for his generous gift to her.
