The first signal of a new day was when my eyes finally opened. It was nearly 11:00 AM and neither my teen age lover nor my husband had yet stirred. My body although rested still ached from the sexual breeding that I had undergone during the last twenty four hours. I raised my head and my muscles sent me their signal; they were sore and each movement must be performed on a slow motion basis.
I slowly made it to the shower off the master bedroom. As I felt the warm water coat my body I lathered my small but firm breasts and slowly rubbed the soap over my well used sex. The warm water, soap suds and peaceful moments relaxed my tender and sore body.
When I finished I pulled on one of my husband’s white dress shirts. I thought momentarily about putting on a pair of panties and bra but then felt that my new lover would not approve. I therefore exited the bathroom in only my husband’s shirt. When I re-entered the bedroom I saw the first movements of Jerome on my martial bed. I walked over and straddled his muscular body. He was laying face down and I forcefully gave him a soothing back rub. After several minutes he rolled over and pulled me to him and gave him a full mouth kiss. He then pushed me aside. “I like bacon and eggs…”
Jumping from the bed he started for the bathroom but my husband had just woke up. Jerome turned and walked to my husband. “I think you best do some yardwork Jimmy. I have a party planned for tonight and I want your yard looking real fine.”
Jim, his head still fogged with early morning grogginess, tried to comprehend how the arrogant black teen age boy had taken over his wife; his home; his very existence. “I need to take a quick shower,” he mumbled, rubbing his red eyes.
“No, you best do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it. Pull your white shirt over your jockey shorts,” Jerome ordered.
Jim started to object…..but reason again prevailed. The black teenager’s muscular nude body was still far too much for his to challenge. He pulled on the white dress shirt that was crumpled by the sofa.
“Put your wing tips and black socks on. That should make a good combination,” Jerome smiled.
Although he complied with the humiliating orders he was less than pleased. After tying his wing tips he meekly walked out to the garage where the rakes were.
As my husband timidly shuffled out the kitchen door Jerome returned to my side. He confidently put his large black hand on my ass cheeks and whispered in my ear, “I have a surprise for you later this morning.”
After I fixed my lover’s breakfast I was ready to start the dishes when I heard the front door bell ring.. I started to turn and put something on but Jerome pointed to the door. “Get the Door….” was the brief but direct command.
As I walked towards the front door I did manage to button all but the top three buttons on my husband’s shirt. I was not expecting anyone this Saturday morning. When I swung the door open I was totally shocked. Filling the entire door frame was one of the largest men I had ever seen. He had a wide smile on his handsome black face. He wore a sleeveless shirt and his biceps rippled. The shirt ended just below his massive pectorals and showed his rippled stomach. He wore tight blue jean cut-offs and tennis shoes.
I tried to analyze his age. He was not old but he had many years put on his lean frame.
I was just about to speak when I heard Jerome speak from behind nearly nude frame. “Daddy, Come On In.”
The large, six foot six inch black man brushed by me and the two black men embraced. I glanced towards the front of our house and saw my ridiculous looking husband with a rake in his hands. Wearing only his dress shirt; jockey shorts and dark socks with his wing tip dress shoes he looked like a complete idiot. The expression on his overwrought face looked like a man in total dispair.
I slowly turned to see the new man that had walked into my home; and into my life. The door was still completely open and my husband Jim was observing the latest events in his life.
Jerome turned to me and said this is my father. You will address him as “Daddy” cause Mary he is one bad dude. Daddy walked up to me and took full inventory in his intense eyes. “So this is your little meek teacher,” he said to his son.
As he stood next to me I was awed by the rippling muscles in his arms and shoulders. His arms were larger than my legs and he looked like he appeared straight from a bodybuilder’s magazine. He cupped my chin and lifted my face until I was staring into his burning intense eyes. “You best please me. My son tells me for a meek little bitch you fuck to please. Is that correct Teach ?” he asked.
With my head held back and the intense burning eyes melting my already fragile being I could not speak. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see my husband Jim forlornly looking at the scene in front of him. Here was his rather tall meek wife standing in front of a Six Foot Six Inch Muscular Black man clothed in only a white dress shirt. I am sure that my husband could see my trembling body as I tried to answer the tall intruder who had invaded our lives.
“It doesn’t look like you have much in the tit department. I like to tit fuck my new bitches; so you better find other ways to please me Mrs. Jones……: Daddy continued.
His overpowering strength radiated to my lean trembling body. He could break me into with a flick of his powerful arms.
His intense eyes continued to burn into my soul. “I like what I see in your face Mrs. Jones. I see fear and I feed on that emotion. I have spent the last ten years of my live in Joiliet State Prison and I have seen a lot of fear. Once you have fear instilled you get what you what….” he continued.
My voice started trembling, ” What……what is it that you want ?”
His laughter broke the immediate tension. His hands fell to the top of my open shirt. His massive grip slowly but powerfully ripped the resisting buttons from the starched white cloth. He slowly and deliberately ripped the shirt open one button at a time; the buttons flying throughout the entrance hallway. His objective was for him to exhibit his strength and with each button sent flying he accomplished his goal.
In merely seconds I was standing nearly naked before his gazing eyes. His strong hands reached around me and with each hand on the back of the collar shredded the resisting cloth. Once the shirt was in two pieces it merely fell from my shoulders. My nipples hardened ……… from the early morning chill or the intense situation; I do not know. I felt myself moisten and………..
Daddy stood before me and didn’t speak for nearly two minutes. He merely inhaled my fear and dread. “Have you fucked this little meek teacher in the ass yet son?” he finally asked.
Jerome stood smiling to our left. “No Daddy….I thought you may wish to break her in. I’m sure she is cherry. The little teacher hadn’t had a real man until Friday night. Her limp dick husband sure hadn’t hurt her pussy hole at all. It was like fucking the little bitch for the first time.”
The older black man again turned and burned his intense eyes deep into my soul. “Has anyone taken your ass yet Mrs. Jones ?” he calmly asked.
I felt like melting…..standing naked in front of a muscular six foot six inch black block of granite and having him question my most intimate encounters. “No one has ever fucked my ass,” I meekly answered.
“Put your hands on me,” Daddy ordered.
I hesitated. I was shivering…….. I knew that he would make me.
“Put your hands on the black cock that will but your ass cherry Mary,” Daddy again ordered.
His command was stern. Hesitantly, I allowed my hands to find the front of his cut-offs. He heard me gasp as my small hands outlined the large hard black cock through the denim fabric. My mouth fell open and I heard him and Jerome laugh at my discomfort.
“Milk IT…… Milk my black cock Teacher,” he ordered.
My small hands ran on both sides of the denim covered cock. I looked up and seen that he was smiling at my discomfort. He was enjoying my apprehension; my fear. His cock was TOO BIG. It would never fit into my soft body.
“You will squeal when I take your ass cherry. I may let you experience the fullness in your Pussy first. Jerome…..How many times have you bred the little bitch ?” he casually asked.
“I’ve taken my Teacher five times since Friday. She could barely take my cock the first time but I’ve stretched her little hole since the first time. Her limp dicked husband must be hung like a noodle. Her little pussy gripped my cock like a glove. She felt like she was a twelve year old virgin when I first fucked her. She learned to spread her long legs after I first buried cock deep in her womb though,” Jerome callously answered his twenty eight year old father.
I was frantically stroking “Daddy’s” long hard cock. I was hoping he would blow his first load in his shorts. It would give me a brief moment of respite.
He looked deep into my eyes. I could not stand his intense glare. I started shaking……
He slowly walked around behind me. “Put your hands on your knees Mary,” he softly commanded.
I complied with his order. “Please…….don’t hurt me,” I quietly begged.
Standing behind me I heard him stick his index finger in his wet mouth and coated it with his saliva. He took his time…………… I didn’t want to feel his finger; but I knew what was coming.
“Turn your head to the left Mrs. Jones. Let me know what you see lover,” he quietly asked.
Turning to the open door I looked out my front sidewalk. Standing with the rake in his hand and his tongue hanging out was my husband Jim. He was still in his ridiculous black socks; wingtips; jockey shorts and white dress shirt. His little cock was at attention and he had a defeated look on his face.
“My husband is watching us Daddy…Please let Jerome shut the door,” I softly pleaded from my half bent over stance.
“Tell me about his little white boy cock Mary. Tell me about your husband’s cock. Has he ever been able to satisfy your needs ?” Daddy asked.
“His cock is hard Daddy…….no,” I softly spoke.
I felt the saliva coated finger tease my tightly clenched little wrinkled asshole. I flinched but didn’t step forward. I knew that punishment would follow if I resisted his crude domination of my tight lean body.
“Your ass is tighter than Bob. He was my white boy cellmate for three years. When the guard brought him to the cell for the first time he was crying. I made him get down on his knees and suck me within ten minutes he was thrown into my cell. He sucked me every night for three years. I made him whore for me with the other brothers…..but he got a shot of the hot dose. He died within nine months of aids but I still made him suck me as his teeth were falling out……I would suggest that you not resist me Mrs. Jones. Now reach back and spread your ass cheeks.”
With my eyes tearing I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. I pulled them wide and I felt his finger lodge into my nether opening. At first it was only the finger tip; and then the first knuckle; and then……… The finger hurt…..
He pulled his finger out and walked around to directly face me again. I was afraid he would take my ass on the floor directly in front of the front door with my husband watching.
“Does your fear excite you Mary ?” Daddy questioned.
“No….you frighten me….Please, leave me and my husband….” I sobbed..
“Spread…..” Daddy ordered.
I lowered my head and spread my legs wide apart. I brought my hands to cover my hardened nipples.
His strong dark fingers ran along the outside of my lower lips. A small moan escaped my lips. The sensation felt good…the release of my tension relaxed my suddenly cold body. I turned my eyes to the door and seen my husband, Jim with his little manhood twitching on the front lawn. I tried to understand what emotions must be going through his mind with his naked wife in the middle of the front door; and a huge black man probing her sex while his fourteen year old black son stands by idly watching. Fortunately I did not have additional time to comprehend my husband’s emotions.
As his fingers traveled back and forth along my squishy slit he allowed his fingertips to sink between the folds. He brought his wet fingers to my lips and allowed my moisture to soak my lips. My tongue snaked out and tasted the honey like substance. Daddy was pleased.
He continued to excite me with his fingers but made certain that he not bring me to climax. I knew that this was merely the first stage of his domination……..and my submission. After all, his son had already filled me with black cum. It was now his Daddy’s turn.
“Do you want to suck me first ?” was his simple question.
I looked up…..into his forbidding eyes. My lips moaned “Yes” as I slid down on my knees.
He carefully and slowly undid his belt….and the button holding the tight denim shorts….and slowly drew the zipper down. I was merely an observer from my subservient position at his feet. When the shorts slid down his muscle bound thighs his black manhood flopped out.
The purple head dripped a large pre cum drop which I quickly sucked in my mouth. His black cock was nearly too thick for me to get my mouth open wide enough. I tried…I nearly dislocated my jaw trying to suck the huge man organ into my mouth. Even with my saliva coating the tip I could barely get the first two inches in my mouth. My tongue bathed the black cock. I brought my small hands up to cradle the huge balls dangling before the magnificent black manhood.
Jerome walked to the front door and giving Jim an angry nod, slammed the door.
I slaved at pleasing Daddy. My mind raced; if I can’t get his black cock in my mouth how could I get the huge organ in my pussy or……………how in God’s Name could he bury himself in my…………….ass.
However at this moment Daddy was not worrying about my fears… His black cock discharge caught me off guard. He walked forward and I fell back on my ass as His Black Cannon blasted his hot spunk deep into my throat. I tried to swallow but there was too much white cum. It blasted out my mouth and was running down my chin. I humbly looked up at the massive black man smiling above me.
He stroked himself emptying his pet up spunk on my face and hair. As he looked down he could see my wet and slopping pussy streaking the hardwood floor.
“Get Ready….I’ll be in to fuck you in a minute. Lay face down on your bed……” Daddy ordered.
With glazed eyes I walked towards my husband’s bedroom. I swayed my ass cheeks provocatively as I walked across the room. In hindsight it was probable foolish…..Daddy still had more than one load ready to be leashed on my sexually charged body.
Before Daddy arrived I had put clean white sheets on the bed. Jerome and I had coated the previous ones with load after load of creme. I stepped up on the bed and kneewalked to it’s center. I then laid face down and waited.
Jerome was the first to enter the room. His cock was charged but he was to obientantly wait his turn with me. The black blindfold was the first thing to rob me of my sight. Jerome pulled it tight and I moaned. I pulled back my right hand when he grabbed it and pulled it to the corner of the king size bed. I heard the metal clasp close before I felt the cold stainless steel handcuff to steal my partial freedom of movement.
Jerome then walked to the foot of the bed and sharply pulled my left ankle down before clasping my dainty ankle to the foot of the bed. As each of my limbs were secured the overwhelming fear returned.
A sharp slap brought a burning sensation to my left ass cheek. “Raise your ass Teacher…” Jerome commanded.
I raised my stomach and buttocks and felt a fluffy pillow being shoved under my torso.
I then felt the bed springs creak as Daddy’s weight made the lower bed sag. The K-Y jelly coated his finger. He was gentle……. the sensation of the slippery lubricant made the insertion easier.
There was no reason for Daddy to hasten his conquest. I was bound and open for him and he casually took his time. I could feel his dripping man organ coat my thighs. It took him a great deal of time to be able to work his index finger into my bowels. The second finger felt like it was an easier task….and finally his third finger pried my anus open and coated it’s tender chute was the lubricant. The sensations were not unpleasant. I felt my body sway with his gentle manipulation of my most private place.
As the lubricant dripped to my soaked cunt chamber the fingers had loosened my wrinkled opening.
“Beg me Miss Mary. Beg me to make you a woman,” Daddy softly requested.
I was nearly in a trance as I swayed against the thick black fingers lodged in my ass. “Take me Daddy……Make me a woman…” I begged.
Daddy’s purple tipped black cock was coated with the K-Y jelly. He merely rested the tip at first but then gently rubbed the head against my opening. I shoved my ass up as the tip slid over the opening.
Raising up he angled the black destroyer against my small puckered opening. He groaned and I screamed as the second assault found it’s mark. As each inch was inserted He allowed me to adjust my ravished body.
My constant moans…..pleads …….and screams drove his assault on my tender little asshole. I was helpless as he took me……He coated my bowels with his seed. He did not retract his cock until a long period had passed where my stretched rectum muscles milked his huge black cock. I could feel my muscles suck the fertile black seed from his huge nut sacks.
His simple question at the end of the ass breeding session was simple, “Are you mine……”
I screamed my response, “Oh God Daddy….YES!!! YES111 OH GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSS………”
His mind cataloged my surrender. He fell on top on my body and his cock stayed lodged in my bowels. We slept in the early morning sunshine; with my hands and ankles strapped to the bed and with Daddy laying prone over my exhausted body and…………..his long black cock still lodged firmly in my bowels.