#interracial sex stories
He looked down at the middle aged Asian professor as she struggled to take his large black cock into her mouth. Her tiny sharp features contorted from her efforts. He thought that her condescending mouth had been at last put to good work. And even though neither said anything, to his joy and her condemnation they both knew this was only the beginning.
Linda Tong was the professor at a small city college, and she played favorites. She was smug, proud of her heritage; she believed herself to be superior to other people and thus was very intolerant to others. The only reason she took the teaching job was so she could earn the money in order to write a book about her family’s history. Often she and Chen, her class favorite, would stop to have a large unashamed open mouthed laugh at other students while speaking in their own language, the rest of the class was always left in the dark. Owen, a black student in her class had managed to get a job as a part time aide only because she wanted to dump some of Chen’s work on him to leave him time for their own lovemaking.
Linda’s downfall began when one of her students, Lisa, who had lived in Asia with her family due to her father having worked there, overheard what was being said. Lisa never revealed she knew Chinese, but when she heard what was said tipped Owen off to the fact that very often what was said by Linda and Chen was very racist and mainly aimed at the black students in class.
Owen was angry but what could he do? As part of his job he had to run all the class papers through a program that checked for plagiarism. “Here! Your work might be better if you had a good example to follow.” she said slamming one of her own undergraduate papers on the desk for him to study. Later that evening, and totally by accident he the professor’s paper through the system and it came up positive. It was an exact duplicate of another paper that had been clearly bought on line. He wisely made a copy. Later she must have realized her mistake when she came screeching into the room demanding her paper back. With an attitude she snatched it off the desk.
Owen pondered what to do next. He could have turned her in to the academic review board. She probably would lose her tenure. Then he thought about it further. In some way he found her hot, in a bitchy sort of way. Jet black hair, small, tight bodied, with a small angular face. He went to see his third cousin, who happened to be a dean at the same university about the situation.
“Owen are you sure about this?” Owen showed his cousin, Jamal, all the evidence making him chuckle. “You know I have been wanting to see that snotty little self-righteous bitch get hers for the longest. What you have planned?”
Owen’s hesitation said it all-he did not have a plan. With a broad smile Jamal, gave him a hard smack on the shoulder. “Don’t mind if I do. I also wouldn’t mind nailing that uptight pussy too. Matter of fact I have a training program. Used it on the dean’s wife a few years ago.”
“The dean’s wife, the one with the fat ass?”
“The very same, don’t sweat it, I won’t horn in on your action, for now.” he said laughing, then he outlined the plan for mastering and training Linda Tong’s tight little pussy.
One day after class, and after Chen left, early as usual, Owen stayed to clean up while she graded papers. “Professor Tong, I need to speak to you.”
Looking up disgusted she was short with him asking him what it was about. “Well you know that paper you gave me to look at? By mistake I ran it through the plagiarism check and it came back with a hit.” Her eyes narrowed at him, but her lip gave off the faintest of trembles.
Arrogantly she said it must be a mistake, that he must have ran it off incorrectly and told him how dare he check behind her on her work. He waited it out and went to lock the door.
“Look I have had enough of your shit. The racist things you said about other people in this class with your buddy Chen. Oh I know what was said. Oh by the way the janitor confirms you two were slipping out of the teacher’s lounge together in the middle of the evening.”
“We? Never! What do you want a better grade?”
“Never mind that” He said coming closer to her. He could feel his cock getting hard. “I want you to have a better attitude towards people in general, and black people in specific. And I want you to suck on my cock.”
Her face had a look of terror, she acted like she did not hear him. Her arrogance faded away as she went pale. “Or you know what? I can just take these papers to the dean and let him decide if I made a mistake, after all I am incompetent and all that.” he smiled and continued, “No job, no book. Or you might keep your job, and who knows you might publish it but nobody will take you seriously. So now you have the chance to put it right.” He said opening his pants and with no shame he pulled out his cock. Her eyes went wide, she had heard rumors of black men, but she did not believe. She had thought them to be myths to give them false sense of esteem.
“Now this or the dean.? he said forcefully as he took his cock with one hand and slapped it into the palm of the other with a solid slap, like the police do with a nightstick. She wanted to run from the room but knew she couldn’t. She slowly got onto her knees. She wanted to say there was no way she could fit it in her mouth but knew that would not make a difference.
She gingerly reached out to hold it. It felt so big and solid. "I-I ought to bite it.” She said with venom.
“No you won’t. Bet in the back of your mind you’ve been wanting to try it. And if not I am going to expand your imagination. Now kiss it.” he said looking down at her.
Trembling the formerly arrogant professor leaned forwards and gave his cock head the quickest of pecks. Owen told her no, kiss it like she loved it. “I am not that good of an actress.” she said, his silence weighed on her, and she leaned forward again to kiss it, this time taking her time. It grew still bigger.
“Now open your mouth and take it in. Come on professor, this will be graded.” Owen said. Closing her eyes to near slits, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, with satisfaction he saw and felt his shaft disappear down her throat. “That’s it back and forth, you can take more than that.” he said, watching with joy as her lips formed a nearly airtight lock around his cock; her small face distorted by this large member.
He looked down as her tiny dark haired head bobbed up and down on his shaft, she could only by his best estimate get a quarter of him into her mouth, but that was enough for now. He observed her tight little waist and her small pert little tits, one day those would be his, one day soon! He imagined how tight her little pussy must be, and it made his cock still harder, she felt the surge in her mouth and looked up at him puzzled.
He pulled it out of her mouth and held his cock straight up. “Now some tongue action. Lick the shaft. That’s it lick, lick, lick.? He said watching her small pink tongue work the underside of his balls even as she wanted to cry.
"Back in the mouth now.” he said. Despite her protests he could see her nipples rock hard through her red silk blouse. “Take it further. Come on, until you gag!” He said. “Do it or I will help.” he said lightly touching the back of her head. She pushed herself until she gagged, managing to almost take half of his shaft down her throat.
“That’s a girl, do it again. Use your hand also don’t be shy.” she started to jerk him as she sucked him off admiring how long his shaft was. Then she had that forbidden thought: what if he wanted to fuck her? Fear gripped her, it would ruin her for Chen or even her husband. But despite it she could feel herself become wet. Then she felt deep shame, what would her celestial, possibly royal ancestry thinking of her mating with a mere animal, the thought made her wetter still.
He ran his fingers through his silky hair. He looked down at her and confirmed her fear saying this was not the end but only the beginning of their relationship, but tonight it was just her sucking his dick, as long as she swallowed every drop. “Do you understand?” he said. She obediently nodded not daring to take it out of her mouth.
“Spit on it.” He told her calmly. She made a face, then she daintily spit on the head of his cock. “No, no, no! Clear your throat. Come on!” He made her clear her nose, and her throat, before spitting her thick phlegm onto his cock. “Now open up wide!” she made her mouth into a large circle and he pushed it as far back into her throat as possible. He told her to keep the spitting up as drool ran down her chin.
Finally she could taste his precum. He told her to suck faster. Somehow she felt complimented in an odd way. His cock began to twitch and his load splashed into her mouth, it was the biggest and saltiest she had ever tasted. Far bigger than any load her husband or Chen had ever done. Some hit the back of her throat making her gag slightly to his delight. He told her to keep nursing on it until every drop was out. When it was done he told her to put him back. Gently, almost lovingly, she placed his cock back in his pants. Then he helped her to his feet.
She wanted to run out of the room. She tried to put up her old arrogant front again. “Well I hope you are happy?” He cut her off grabbing her and pulling her close. “What are you doing? Stop!” she said as his hand reached up her skirt, his fingers snaked in past the crotch of her panties’ rubbing her wet pussy.
She started to pant and moan. “This is wrong.” She said as his finger slid into her. She pulled close to him.
“No its not. Not today but soon, we are going to fuck. You are going to be my sex slave, do you understand?”
“Ughh.” she said as she came, with tears coming down her eyes she said yes. He worked her pussy making her cum more than she ever had in one session. They did not kiss as she had not had a chance to wash her mouth out. But there would be time for that also, soon.
He worked her tight little pussy expertly; driving her so crazy she undid his fly and jerked his cock off again, he took his fingers, full of her juice and made her suck on each of them while she jerked off his cock. This time her red silk blouse was stained dark where his cum splattered it. Finally when she could cum no more he let her sink into her chair exhausted. He got up to leave reassuring her that this was just between them and left.
In class thereafter she tried to be nicer to all students. Chen was, with some hardship, transferred to another professor. Now the professor was in suspense, in one way she should have been happy, Owen pretended nothing had ever happened, but then one day she received a package and instructions. She looked inside of the package and found a school uniform, from her old college and wondered what was going to happen next. She would find out a few months later.
Originally by dr13bone
She tripped as she ran up the plain concrete school steps, the top one catching her toe—sending her almost stumbling to one knee. She paused a moment delicately balanced on spiky heels, knees pressed together and noticed a fleck of concrete rubble caught in the skin. She flushed, thinking where that fleck had come from. She caught here breath and stood smoothing her tight denim mini skirt only to find the squat dean of student affairs, Helen Reyes, leaning against the door arms folded across her ample bosom, tight smile creasing her doughy cheeks.
“Another traffic jam today, Ms. Lin?”
She looked at her watch—twenty minutes late! “Sorry, Helen. I took the bus today—god, it’s so slow.”
Reyes continued her stare, her smile fixed, her eyes cold. “This is the third day in a row, Grace.”
Grace dropped her eyes. “I know. I’m so sorry- it’s been a –a – hectic week. Really sorry for this.”
Reyes nodded, pulled the heavy door to the community college open, motioning for Grace to proceed through. As Grace passed, beside her, she murmured, “Please Grace, don’t let us think you don’t like your job here.”
“Oh, no! I love my job, Helen,” Grace lightly touched the administrator on her arm. “It won’t happen again; I promise.”
Reyes glanced at her painted fingernails, then back to her eyes. Her expression revealed contempt, yes, but something else, what? Claire snatched her hand back.
“I’m glad to hear that, Claire. Have a good day.”
“You too, Helen. Thanks for understanding.” As she walked away, feeling the semen trickle out of her sticky anus, her panties forgotten by the side of the road somewhere, she thought, ‘I really do have a problem.’
Earlier this same morning, her husband had dropped her off at the bus stop. She’d decided to take the bus to work to prevent herself from any distractions on her way home.
as she boarded the bus, she thought of those distractions of finding herself cruising dangerous neighborhoods entering seedy lower-class bars ending up on bar tables getting fucked by roomfuls of black men… god, what was she thinking? She was a school counselor—an important job. She was a wife and mother! How’d it ever get this bad?
In her bag she carried her newly purchased book, “Sex Addiction: Ten steps to conquering your problem and gaining control over your life”
She felt victorious just buying the book. She’d taken her first step—she’d made her self-admission official; she had a problem. Didn’t they say that was 90% of solving the problem was facing it? Something like that.
She took a seat towards the mid-point of the bus, sat and checked her makeup in her compact mirror.
At 43 years old, she still looked good- few people would ever guess her age correctly. She’d come from Taiwan a few years earlier with her American husband. She still had smooth skin, almond eyes, long mane of lustrous black hair, As usual, she wore her typical tight top, cleavage showing her small but firm breasts, short skirt revealing her top asset- long, curvy legs. Her heels were high, skinny and strappy. She snuck a peak around the other commuters were quiet and sleepy but she caught a few admiring glances. Dampness seeped into her little white panties; she fought an urge to tough herself.
Lost in thought, she hadn’t noticed when the bus crossed into the poorer end of Passaic. She bit her lip as the bus stopped, letting a stream of black people board. Portly unattractive men and women shuffled on the bus. None held any interest, until the bus doors closed and the bus began to move. The driver stopped abruptly to let a final passenger on.
He was in his early twenties, light skin blondish dreadlocks pulled back in a thick ponytail. He looked liked a mix—black and something else. He looked pretentious—arty; then she noticed his body.
Medium height, slim, twenties but inside those jeans, she couldn’t help noticing, he had a mound of meat that she couldn’t believe.
She moaned softly, her pussy instantly soaked her rectum pulsing. “Oh god… not again.”
She stared at him covertly. He stood behind the driver, hanging onto a strap. She clasped her knees together her panties soaked as she watched his buns; tight and fit.
He turned giving her a clear look at his package—huge! He caught her eye- smiled. She looked down then up at him again. She smiled, just a bit, in return.
The bus came to a stop and the young man abruptly released the strap and headed for the door. She watched him step off the bus and onto the sidewalk. The doors closed and the bus pulled away from the curb.
“Wait!” she called out, rushing to the front.
She stepped into the morning sunshine, squinted. Where? For a panicked moment, she thought she’s lost him. Then down the sidewalk, she saw him pimp walking away, she ran as best she could barely noticed the black faces staring at her the garbage in the street the empty lots. She caught him grabbed his sleeve.
“What?” he demanded, turning towards her his face filled with violence.
She recoiled. “Sorry!”
His anger subsided into confusion. “You were on the bus?”
She nodded breathless.
“So?” he waited. “What you want?”
She struggled for words. Finally, she whispered, “You’re beautiful,”
“I’m- what? Oh!” his face broke into a mischievous grin. “You want something? No shit?”
She nodded, still breathless.
“Now?”
She nodded again.
“Where?”
“Anywhere,”
He took her arm, led her up a grimy alley. “What you want, China-girl?”
She placed a hand on his tight chest. “Everything,”
He whistled softly. “You crazy…”
Her desire threatened to overwhelm her. “I know. Please…?” She implored.
He led her up the darkened alley, tall buildings surrounding the. He went up to a door and pushed it in. the building had been some sort of commercial space- but had long been abandoned. Trash strewn concrete floors, broken glass, smell of piss. But isolated from the busy street.
“Here?” she asked.
He grinned, undoing his belt. “Hell yeah,”
She dropped to her knees, barely feeling the cold concrete floor, virtually attacking the snap of his pants. She could feel him growing swelling inside—oh god!
She yanked his zipper down, spread the fly of his pants open, then dragged them off his tight hips. There it was- massive girth already apparent through his boxers. She slowly lowered his shorts savored the moment his massive organ emerged.
It was beautiful; thick long swollen lying against massive balls. She touched his balls stroking them as her tongue glided to massive head. Quivering her tongue reached, licking his head, probing the hole at its tip.
She opened her thick lips, took the entire head into her mouth.
Taste of sweat, salt, her mouth orgasming with stimulation and satisfaction. She wanted him– all ten inches of him; get it down her throat! She gasped and swallowed, her throat penetrated by his head, his shaft nearly fully inside of her.
But she couldn’t take him all of the way. She spit him out, gasped, “Fuck my ass!”
She rummaged through her bag now sprawled on the concrete floor found a new tube of lubricant and a magnum condom.
She stood up, grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, tasting his toothpaste and tongue. “Fuck me…”
She pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties down, showed him her tight hips and shaved pussy. She turned and bent over, spreading her ass, showing him her tight little brown hole as he put the condom on.
Behind her, he rubbed his thick fingers over her tiny clit. She moaned He put his face there, his strong tongue slurping and probing her little wet holes, his tongue alternating at first but then focused on her smooth tight swelling sphincter; she dilated, her rectum pulsing with acceptance of his probing tongue. He pushed his tongue deeper into her rectum, her anal canal spasming.
“Fuck me!” she begged.
He stood, put his condomed shaft up to her hole.
“No- no condom! I want to feel you naked in my ass!”
“You sure? Alright…” He spit into his hand, rubbed it onto his thick cock.
She felt the head of his massive shaft press against her rectum. Sweat beaded across her forehead as she tried to relax her sphincter.
“Ready?”
She nodded; the pressure built –oh god!—until she thought it might never go in—when, suddenly, with a sharp moan, the head popped into her, its massive fullness trembling her knees.
“Yes, oh please deeper…” she moaned. He grabbed her hips, gently slid his massive girth up her rectum, his cock penetrating her deep into her body. She screamed as he smoothly pumped his cock in and out along the entire length of his shaft; her moans driving him faster and faster.
She orgasmed- the sweetest, most intense orgasm ever—her anal orgasms always made her crazy. Sweat poured off her onto the dusty floor; her rectum pulsed; her pussy dripping. He pumped her harder, moaning until he was slamming her up to the hilt of his shaft his huge balls slapping her vulva with every pump.
“More– more –oh yes!” This is why she lived- this is what she wanted!
With a roar and gasp, she felt his cream surge through the tube of his cock, splitting her sphincter so deep as it gushed into her naughty brown hole.
They slowly sank together knees to the grimy floor, his thick trunk still inside her anal passage, her sphincter’s spasm continuing her orgasm washing like waves of ecstasy through her bloodstream.
Kneeling, she almost passed out, then chanced to glance at her watch.
“Oh shit, I got to get to work!”
She slid off him with a pop and a gasp.
He stood up, chuckling, “You crazy,girl!” as she turned and licked his shaft, taking his sticky member deep down her throat once more, looking him deep in the eyes.
“You are so good, you deserve it…” she breathed, tasty her own musky saltiness on his thick member. She licked his cock clean, then reached into her bag for her compact. Crouched down, she flipped open the compact and placed the mirror between her legs. Her eyes growing misty, she relaxed her sphincter. Splat! His load of cum spilled out from her hole onto the mirror.
“You din’t!” he gasped.
She nodded, grinned naughtily as she raised the mirror and smeared his cum all over her face, licking the mirror clean, licking her fingers and lips.
“C'mon, let’s go. I’m late!”
She took a cab the rest of the way to the junior college she worked at. Cost her 30 bucks and she was still late—caught by Helen Reyes.
What a day!
She walked down the hallway, feeling weak. The halls of the counseling center where she worked were quiet at this time of the morning; the few students wandering the halls were interns or assistants. She glanced at a couple, smiled and wondered if they could even imagine who she really was; who she had become. Shame threatened to stop her in her tracks; she felt like announcing, “I’m an anal slut!”, then wondered if students already suspected as much. Her husband had told her that he could tell by the way a woman walked whether she took it anally or not. Could every male tell this? God, what about her career?
Finally, at the far end of the corridor, separated from the other offices by a stairwell, she found the refuge of her door; Claire Lin, MSW, licensed therapist. She took a deep breath and unlocked the door, ready to be a professional.
Her office was bigger than most, with a full-size desk and a table where she would confer with students on their future career paths and academic challenges. The office was scrupulously neat; papers filed in their appropriate places, her desk blotter empty save for her appointments for the day.
She took her new book out and began to glance through it.
To be continued…
Originally by Dunross2011
Sarkopheros Says:
Not much to say about this one. I did not expect it to become so enormous as it is. This one has taken the record of the longest Brod story at 9,510 words. And almost all of them are a messy fuckfest. I’m pretty happy with myself for it. It also marks the first occasion of an FFM threesome I’ve written for Brod.
Anyway, if you read the last story, you know what to expect. Lots of ludicrous, messy sex, and a whole lot of cum inflation. There are also themes of interracial sex and age difference.
Strictly speaking, you don’thaveto read Nice Young Man, Part 1 before this, but it helps. Enjoy!
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Click-clack. I heard the front door opening.
I sighed and relaxed, lying back against the couch. Estelle was still slumped against her belly, groaning as she kneaded at it. It was so swollen that I could easily see it bulging out to the sides. The remains of her dress laid in tatters under her stomach.
I heard footsteps approach. Then Jessica called out, “Brod? Ms. Borgelin?”
“In here,” I hollered.
She jiggled around the corner, her enormous hips wobbling, heavy tits bouncing. Her top exposed her soft, caramel-colored tummy. “Brod, I didn’t understand — oh my god!” she gasped, putting her hands on her cheeks. “What did you do?!”
“The same thing I did to you,” I chuckled. I rubbed my hand over Estelle’s back, enjoying the sensation of the heat and silkiness engulfing my still-pulsing organ. I could feel my own thick sperm flowing and shifting around my glans every time the teacher breathed. Slick sexual slush oozed out around my cock and over my balls into the puddle under us. Pumping liter after liter of cum into a womb is an indescribable feeling, but feeling your own raging sperm swirling and flowing around your cock feels incredible, as well. I ran my hands over the dark expanse of Estelle’s belly.
“I.Mmm. I asked him to invite you,” said the teacher as she gazed blearily at her student. “For extra credit, you see…”
“Extra credit,” repeated Jessica.
“I treated her the way I treated you,” I explained. “And now she wants to watch what it looks like when it happens to someone else,” I chuckled.
“Oh, uh…” Jessica bit her lower lip. “Wow.” She giggled nervously.
“Ms. Diaz, there’s no need to be shy,” said Estelle.
“You have to admit that this is pretty weird,” said Jessica. “You’re so big!”
“And.Mmh. I’m going to watch you get every bit as big, young lady. You’re looking overdressed,” she chuckled.
“Y-you want me to take my clothes off?” she asked incredulously.
“No, I want both of you to take your clothes off,” Estelle purred, looking back over her shoulder at me. It seems that while we waited for Jessica, she’d recovered enough energy to start giving orders.
“Hell, I’ll go first, if it makes you feel better,” I chuckled to Jessica. I was still wearing most of my clothes.
She rolled her eyes and put her hands on those wide, wide hips. Estelle looked over at our reflection in the window and said, “Well, get to it, Brod.”
I unbuttoned my vest and shrugged my broad shoulders as I pulled it off. My fingers moved down my chest as I undid my buttons, exposing the undershirt beneath. I pulled my shirt away, then the undershirt, the white cloth slipping free of my pants. My soft stomach was now exposed, up against Estelle’s back, my honeyed complexion stark against her darkness.
I saw Jessica licking her lips and taking a deep breath as she watched. I don’t think it was so much the actual sight of my body as her association with the pleasure that it brought. Then again, the air in the room was thick … if the sight wasn’t enough, the evidence of the thorough fucking I’d given her teacher hung in the air like a fog. I saw the front of Jessica’s shorts darkening.
Estelle herself moaned in front of me as I stripped. “I can feel your heartbeat inside me,” she purred. “You know, Jessica, it wasn’t just you,” she chuckled.
“Wasn’t just me, what?” she asked, sitting next to me on the couch. Her caramel-colored hand settled on my cock. She bit her lower lip as she felt the thick, slick coating. Jess began to rub over what length wasn’t buried in her teacher.
“You know him. He’s slept with how many girls at UTB?” asked the teacher.
“I have no idea,” answered Jessica. “He doesn’t keep count.”
“Other students have told me all about him. Hngh. Isn’t there something deliciously … just mmmh instinctively right. Having yourself stretched around the … biological siege engine … responsible for wrecking how many thousands before us? Mm. Submitting to a stud who’s proven himself time and time again,” groaned the teacher. Fuck, was her voice sexy … like warm molasses being drizzled on the tongue. Dark, sultry, sweet.
But I had to something to say to that voice. “Ladies, I’m right here,” I chuckled. “And I’m not sure if I can get my pants off right now,” I grumbled.
Jessica smiled and said, “Well, maybe we can get those shoes off.” She stood up and began to undo my shoelaces. With Estelle sitting on my cock, it would have been tremendously awkward to get them myself. I relaxed again, rubbing my hands over the teacher’s nice hips, watching as Jessica smiled up at both of us, perhaps a bit bashfully. She pulled the socks from my feet. I knew she wasn’t usually quite this shy, but I think that her teacher’s presence was throwing her off. Jessica was no stranger to what I did.
“I’m as naked as I can get right now,” I said, rubbing my hands up Estelle’s belly once more. I loved the feeling of my jizz sloshing inside her, the sight and sensation of my hands and fingers sinking into that flesh. “So why don’t you take it off, Jess?”
Jessica looked at Estelle. Estelle said, “You heard him.”
She nodded and smiled. “Sorry, it’s just weird, because, you know, you’re my teacher,” she explained.
“And we’re all going to learn something today,” quipped Estelle. “And look at it this way. This is weird for you? You’ve seen Brod’s aftermath before. I haven’t fucked anyone in about a year. How do you think I feel? About you coming in here, seeing your dear old professor turned into a blimp?”
“Huh. Guess that is true,” Jessica chuckled and turned away from us, bending down, perking up the enormous ass she knew I loved so much. “This is still weird, though.”
“I agree,” said Estelle.
Each of Jessica’s cheeks was easily bigger than her head, and so very round. They gently quivered as she pulled her little shorts down, exposing a g-string that concealed nothing. I was already rock-hard with my cock buried inside a hot pussy, but fuck if that sight didn’t make me just a little hornier. My monolithic member pulsed harder, my precum pumping into Estelle faster, keeping her belly nice and swollen.
The student licked her lips, slipping out of her sneakers before straightening up, kicking her shorts aside. The motion sent ripples through her thick thighs and juicy rump.
Jessica wiggled back and forth, slipping her thumbs under her g-string as she stretched it down around her wide hips. It fell to the ground. She turned around, licking her lips as she stood in front of us, slipping her top up, her heavy tits bouncing free.
Her incredible body was bared, every luscious, caramel-complected curve. She licked her lips. “Now what should I do?”
“I think we should put on a little show for your teacher, call it a group assignment,” I suggested.
“That is a fine idea,” agreed Estelle.
“Unfortunately, that means I have to pull my cock out of you,” I lamented.
“A sacrifice I’ll have to make.”
I slipped my meaty hands up under her knees and shifted until I could stand. As her weight moved atop my cock, it shifted inside her, pushing up into her womb hard. Slorsch-slorsch. I could hear all those gallons of jizz I’d shot into her sloshing in her belly, a hot shifting slurry of sperm that swirled around my shaft.
“Fuck!” cried Estelle. I felt her pussy twitch and squeeze my cock. She slipped slightly lower as I turned around, organ throbbing with vigor inside her.
“Get ready, I’m gonna put you down,” I said as I turned so she was facing the couch. As I turned, I felt hot jets of goo hitting my legs. The shift and increase in pressure caused my seed to spray out around my ludicrous girth. It rolled down my slacks, soaking them. And then, of course, as I moved, my slacks fell down around my ankles. I stumbled and fell forward, dropping Estelle on her belly.
“Augh!” She threw her arms forward to catch herself. I lurched forward. My cock buried another couple of inches in her. Her belly stretched out. Pints of jizz shot out onto my belly and legs. Splisch! Estelle shuddered as her pussy gripped me tightly and her orgasm began spraying out around me.
Jessica bit her lower lip. I felt her hands on my shoulders as I gripped her teacher’s hips, riding out the orgasm with her. She reached around me and wrapped her hands around the substantial portion of cock not inside of Estelle. I felt her lips at my neck as she stroked me. Mixed juices poured out around my organ. The hot silk gripped and loosened and pulsed as Estelle came. It took almost a minute for her to stop.
“O-ooh…,” she cooed.
I put my hands on her ass and began to pull out of her. She absently pawed at the leather of the chaise, gripping handfuls as I pulled backwards. Schlllrrrp. My cock kept slipping out, out … so much of it was buried in her. Thick layers of white were painted on its surface, stopping abruptly two thirds down my shaft, showing exactly how much of my gigantic organ she’d taken.
I looked over my shoulder at Jessica and grinned. “Do you see a big bottle somewhere?”
“I don’t know.” Her hands released me and she turned to look in the nearby kitchen. I heard clinking. She held up a wine bottle.
I shook my head. “Bigger,” I said.
She tapped her chin before holding up a two-liter bottle of pineapple soda.
I nodded. “Bring it here.”
Jessica came over and handed me the plastic bottle. If Estelle was aware of what we were doing, she gave no indication. I pulled the rest of the way out. Pop! My softball-sized glans popped free, dripping with torrid seed. GLURSCH! Jizz gushed from her gaping, ruined pussy like a water main. At least until I shoved the base of the soda bottle into her. I grabbed a handful of ass for leverage as I worked it inside. It fit easily. Schliiiip. Soon, only the white cap poked from her entrance. My jizz was secure inside.
Estelle moaned as I rolled her over and pulled her backward so she was sitting up against the back of the chase, her legs splayed out in the pool of spunk leaking over the sides. I grabbed the remains of her dress and literally tore them off her body. Schriip! Every inch of her gorgeous, dark-mahogany skin was now exposed. Her belly shined with sweat, a great dome like an exercise ball, spilling over most of her thighs, concealing the white cap of the bottle between her legs. It must have been poking into the pool of jizz.
I licked my lips and looked at Jessica. My organ pumped with hunger. She bit her lip and looked down at it.
I kicked my pants aside and said, “Clean it up. It would be rude to give you sloppy seconds,” I chuckled. I grabbed my boxers about the waist band and pulled. Schrriiip! I tore the underwear in half above the slit through which my cock was jutting, preventing normal removal. They fell to the floor, and now I was completely naked. I always kept spare underwear in the car. I was constantly losing pairs at random girls’ houses—I didn’t care about an individual pair.
“Yeah, because this is the first time you gave me ‘sloppy seconds’ ,” she said with a roll of her dark eyes. Jessica knelt and brushed some of her jet-black mane out of her face. She ran her tongue over her full, maroon lips and grinned up at me.
“Ooh, yes, clean him up,” grumbled Estelle. She groaned and ran her hands over her enormously swollen belly.
Jessica glanced over and winked at the teacher before wrapping both hands around my titanic cock, fatter than her arms and longer than my thigh. She lifted the head. “So heavy,” she groaned. Her hot little tongue slipped free as she began to run it up my erection’s belly. I sighed in pleasure as I felt her scooping the thickly layered spunk into her throat. I could feel the shift of her lips, hear the gluck-gluck as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of spent, still-steaming jizz. I looked down. I saw the glistening rivulets of clear nectar rolling down her thick thighs from her entrance.
Her hair brushed my cock as she moved back down to the base, slipping the tongue under the first wrinkle in my sack and drawing it up once more, slurping sloppily, whiteness rubbing off, sticky spunk painting her cheeks. She moaned as she swallowed more of my seed. I remained standing to give Estelle a good view of the spectacle. Thick, yogurt-like globs of goop splatted all over Jessica’s luscious skin. She was lighter than Estelle, but a fair bit darker than me. The white rolled as she slurped it up, moaning. “There’s so much,” she panted. Jessica’s hands were entirely insufficient for the gargantuan organ she was working. She had to stretch her arms out almost all the way just to stroke me.
Estelle noticed, because she said, “Dear god, that thing is! Mmmmh. Absolutely gigantic! I can’t believe I took so much cock!”
“That’s how we all feel,” purred Jessica.
“And no other cock feels the same after mine,” I chuckled.
I ran my fingers through her thick, soft hair. Jessica moaned and looked up at me . Then she pulled the head of my cock down so that she could clean the top of it. Full maroon lips left shining, honey-tanned skin glistening in the light. The white layers of gunk disappeared. Once more, I could feel the cool air against my moist skin, as well as the heat of her breath. Dainty fingers rubbed over the skin as she complained, “Your cock smells funny.”
“You love it.”
“I know this smell way too well,” she admitted.
I looked at Ms. Borgelin. She grinned at me, straightening her glasses, and licked her lips. For how long had her hand been between her thighs, teasing her clit? I wasn’t sure. But it was a wonderful sight. Her other hand was on the neck of the soda bottle, and she was actually pumping it in and out … as well as she could, anyway. Her belly completely engulfed her forearm and hid it from view, her hand re-emerging from underneath to pump the two-liter in and out by a couple inches.
Jessica hefted my melon-sized balls. She needed a hand for each—though really, two hands for each nut would have been preferable. Four or six would have been nice, too. My nuts were so enormous that her fingers actually sunk into their surfaces, the titanic spheres molding slightly to her grip.
“They’re as large as your head!” gasped the teacher.
Jessica moaned as she ran her tongue slowly through a fold in my sack. “If he fucked you missionary, you’d feel like you were being spanked,” she told her instructor. The puddle of her nectar spread out under her, creeping towards my feet.
“I don’t doubt it,” groaned Estelle, her fingers accelerating. “It’s just so different. Watching versus feeling. Seeing that ungodly thing I took! It’s enough to. It’s just so. Knowing. The seeing. Ugh!” She shuddered and gasped, hot juices squirting out around the soda bottle.
“Schlooorp,” was Jessica’s reply. She sucked spunk out of the folds in my sack, moaning and grunting as she lifted my sack up, licking up the back side. Jessica bit gently, pulling at mouthfuls of the thick skin. I felt her hard teeth digging into the flesh—enough to grip, not enough to hurt. My cock was now shining and clean, except for the constant stream of precum I was pouring. It sluiced from the tip of my cock, adding to the puddle under Jess.
“Missionary, there’s an idea,” I rumbled. I pointed at the chaise and told Jessica, “Lay down … as much as I wanna watch that fat ass wobble, Ms. Borgelin won’t be able to see much if I fuck you doggy on the floor.”
Jessica’s eyes darted to her teacher. “I guess you’re right. Where’s the fun without showing off?”
Ms. Borgelin chuckled deeply at this, making her bodacious belly jiggle. She bit her lower lip and watched.
Jessica turned around and sat down on the edge of the chaise before leaning back. She looked over her shoulder before lying down with a long purr. The hot jizz on the chaise stuck to her back and soaked into her hair. She inhaled the sexual scent deeply, licking her lips as she looked up at me, spreading her thick thighs apart. Jessica scooped up handfuls of spunk and slathered them all over her soft belly and fat tits. She rested her head against Estelle’s gigantic belly. It sunk into the chocolatey dome, making it quiver. Estelle licked her lips and rubbed her hands over Jessica’s shoulders.
Jess bit her lip as I stood between her legs. I hefted my giant cock with both hands and slapped it down on her stomach. Smack! Generous jugs jiggled and she moaned. The glans was gushing boiling-hot pre all over her chest and between her tits. It rolled over her neck. The base of my cock was at her slit.
She grabbed my member with both hands and began to stroke its length, slathering jizz and precum all over it. Estelle’s hands joined her, though all she could reach was the glans, which she dutifully polished using handfuls of my pouring pre.
I leaned my head back and groaned loudly at the ceiling. I was so hard, my cock practically bouncing up and down with need atop Jessica. “I can’t handle this,” I rumbled at her. She panted as she watched what I did.
I pulled my cock back and gripped it just behind the glans. The grapefruit-sized crown kissed her slit. I grabbed her meaty hips, my fingers sinking into her pliable flesh. She moaned and leaned forward to grab my shaft. I grunted and shoved forward. Gliiisch. The heated flesh spread around my cock and caressed the glans, silkiness slickly accepting me. She’d taken my cock several times now, so getting it into her wasn’t as much of a task as it once was.
But it was still very slow. Both of her fists didn’t add up to my cock’s head. The dark lips stretched and stretched as they struggled with my girth, their pink edges forming a thin circle around me. I felt my steaming syrup pouring into her. We all saw it as the bulge appeared in her lower belly. Ms. Borgelin gasped as she saw exactly how deep I was.
“B-Brod! Oh, god!” Jessica cried and closed her eyes tightly. She arched her back and spread her legs further. My powerful hands slipped down and gripped up under her ass, my fingertips digging in and seizing handfuls of flesh as leverage. I began to pump my hips to drive my organ deeper into her body, her head-sized tits bouncing and jiggling, slapping her body audibly, her soft belly quivering.
More and more of my monstrous manhood stretched her insides out, rudely pushing organs aside as it made a fleshy tent in her belly, her navel rising into the air atop my glans.
“Almost horrifying, but so sexy…,” muttered Estelle.
Jessica gave the eloquent response of, “Oh my fuck!” Her body began to bounce as I began to pump more rapidly into her, my glans already shoving up against the barrier to her womb, demanding entry to her sacred depths.
“I was barely cognizant when you showed me that nasty bulge in my own stomach,” continued the teacher. “It’s amazing!”
“Feels better than it looks…,” grunted Jessica.
I rumbled with a throaty growl as I pounded her cervix, my fleshy battering ram slowly stretching it and forcing it to dilate. Jessica moaned as my thrusts scooted her up the semen-slicked couch and deeper into Estelle’s bloated belly. Both of them jiggled madly. Glusch-glusch-glusch.
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Teri had been a certified massage therapist for the last five years and worked in one of the best Day Spa’s in town. Her boyfriend liked to tease her that guys had tried to solicit “extras”, but despite the occasional hard-on under a towel, no one had ever even hinted at anything inappropriate.
Due to her boyfriends teasing, it did make Teri think about what she would do if it did happen. Sometimes she thought she might run out of the massage room and tell the manager or maybe just say, “No.”. Most of Teri’s clients were either retired men or rich housewives anyway, so as time went on, she doubted anything like that would ever happen. Regardless, she was glad she never had to deal with that situation.
It was in the middle of the week, when one of the girls who worked at the front desk came and found Teri cleaning up a massage room after a client had just left.
“Hey, Teri! Are you available for a walk-in?” The young girl asked.
Teri had been looking forward to going home early and was hesitant. The girl could see the reluctance in her eyes.
“I don’t have anyone else free right now. Please?”
“I guess so. Give me a few minutes to prep the room. What’s her name?” Teri asked.
“It’s a him, but it’s Mr. Walker.” The girl said with a wicked smile and turned to go back up front.
“Oh, great. Another hairy old fat guy. At least they usually tip well!” Teri said to herself as she laid a clean sheet on the table.
Sure Teri was a good therapist, but it wasn’t her massage technique that usually got her the biggest tips. Teri was quite stunning to look at. At 28 years old, she could have easily been a model. She loved sports and the outdoors which kept her 5'6" inch body nice and a fit 120lbs. Since she was usually outside when she wasn’t working, she had a beautiful golden tan which made her naturally golden brown hair shine and contrasted with her light blue eyes.
The attire for the therapists was a plain white t shirt and matching white scrubs for the bottoms. Teri preferred the v neck style shirts which complimented her beautiful 36D breasts. Her boyfriend knew that even though she might not have been propositioned yet, he was sure sure some of her clients at least hoped for more.
Teri finished preparing the room and went out to get her client.
“Mr. Walker?” Teri called out into the waiting room.
“Right here!” A deep voice called out from the other side of the room.
A tall black man that looked to be in his late 30’s stood up with a bright smile and a clean shaven head. Teri was caught off guard. It wasn’t what she had expected at all. His color didn’t bother her, but he was just one massive man. As he approached her, she reached out to shake his hand and was shocked to see how little and pale her hand felt in his huge paw. Teri looked up at him and guessed that he must have been at least 6’ 4" and probably a little over 200 pounds. She wondered if he was a professional athlete before his voice woke her up.
“Where to?” The deep voice beckoned.
“Yes, of course! Right this way!” Teri said cheerfully and led him back to her room thinking his voice was perfect for the radio.
As they entered the room, she asked, “Did you know what kind of massage you wanted?”
“Anything to take the stress away.” He said blatantly looking up and down Teri.
She felt a little uncomfortable, he wasn’t even trying to hide his gawking.
“Okay then. I will leave you to get changed and lay down on the table when you’re ready. Here is a towel to cover yourself with.” Teri said as she handed him a soft towel and left the room.
When she came back in, she dimmed the lights and turned on some soft music. When she turned to her client, she thought he looked funny with his legs hanging so far off the table because of his height. She was, however, impressed with his physic. He had very little body fat, which made the definition of his muscles seem to pop out.
Teri warmed the oils and began with his shoulders. She thought about how she appreciated how hairless this man was. It was definitely more pleasant to massage someone with less body hair.
“Harder.” The man mumbled with his face down into the hole in the table.
“Sure thing.” Teri said, thinking that despite his disarming smile when she met him, he was starting to come off as rude.
Teri started to use a technique where she could use her fists so she could put more weight behind her and could see him relaxing more and more. As she got to his lower back, she noticed that he had dimples just above his butt that she thought was cute. This led her to notice how firm his butt cheeks were. She had always loved a tight butt on men. She moved down to his left leg and was slowly working her way down his hamstring when she spotted something next to his leg. Teri did a double take and realized it was his cock.
It wasn’t that unusual to accidentally see someone’s private areas, but she had never seen a penis hanging down so low. With most guys you don’t see anything when they are on their stomach. She couldn’t help but stare as she continued to work on his legs and switched to the right leg. She was trying to measure it with her eyes. It was clearly flaccid, but it must have some blood flowing through it because it looked so thick. It was easily hanging halfway down his thigh!
Teri continued to move up his right side and the penis was out of her view. She couldn’t stop thinking about it though. “How could he even have sex with that thing?” She thought to herself. She tried to shake the thought out of her head and realized she had already made it up the right side of his body and moved to the head of the table to massage the back of his neck.
“Would you like me to do your front?” Teri asked to quietly match her voice to the tone of the soft music.
Normally at this point, the client would answer and then she would discreetly hold the towel so it wouldn’t fall off. That’s not what happened this time.
Without saying a word, he just flipped himself over. The towel was half under him and half hanging to the floor. The big cock had flopped over and was draped across his stomach. Teri’s first reaction was one of shock. This man has no modesty! Not that Teri was a prude, but come on! This was appalling.
Teri tried to focus on his shoulders and chest. She then realized he had his eyes open and was staring up at her chest when a devilish smile. She tried to act like she didn’t notice and just wanted to get through this. Teri was about to move down his side when suddenly, a deep voice cut through the music,
“Why don’t you remove your shirt? It would make me more relaxed.”
“I’m sure it would.” Teri snapped quickly with a hint of attitude without even thinking about it. She was partly turned on, but she thought he was a jerk.
She moved to the side of the table and rubbed his torso while trying not to look at the giant cock she was getting closer to. She could feel him staring at her and did everything she could to not acknowledge him.
Suddenly she felt a large hand wrap around her forearm and move her hand to his monster penis. Teri instinctively tried to pull her arm away, but he was too strong. The penis twitched under her hand and she looked to see it continuing to grow under her hand.
Teri watched in shock as it continued to get bigger and harder and didn’t even realize the hand holding her in place had let go. She moved her hand slowly up the shaft seeing that it was longer than four of her fists and her fingers couldn’t wrap around it either. She found herself stroking it with both hands. Her heart was pounding and she felt like she was in a dream. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but was so curious. Adrenaline was pumping through her and she felt a thrill of excitement and danger. She trailed her fingers up the shaft to the biggest head on a penis she had ever seen. It didn’t even seem real.
A few moments later she felt her bra fall loose and realized that Mr. Walker had reached under the back of her shirt and unsnapped her bra with one hand. Teri wanted to say something, she wanted to stop where this was going, but didn’t didn’t move away. Her attention turned back to this creature in her hands.
With her bra still in place, but sitting loose over her breasts, Mr. Walker moved his large hand to her stomach and slid his hand up under the bra to her soft breasts and began caressing them one at a time..
When other men handled her breasts, their hands had always felt so small on her tits. But the hand that groped her breasts was able to hold an entire breast with one hand. He manipulated his fingers in a way that sent a tingling sensation down Teri’s back. She felt herself getting turned on, but was trying not to.
Then, without warning, he grabbed her breast hard and pulled her forward.
Teri yelped out loud as she was pulled forward, but was thrown off when she felt the cock slap the side of her face. Continuing to hold Teri in place by her tit, Mr. Walker started slapping his dick against Teri’s face.
At first she was shocked. No one had ever done something like that before. She tried to pull back, but it felt like he was about to tear her tit off. The shock turned into anger with this large dick slapping her continuously against her face.
“Hey!” Teri started to yell, but the dick was shoved into her mouth. Her mind was saying one thing, but her body was saying something else. Instead of pulling away, biting or using her hands that were wrapped around this massive cock to pull it away, she took as much of it into her mouth as she could. Teri felt angry and frustrated as she felt like she couldn’t fit much more than the head into her mouth. She had never had trouble before taking a cock all the way down her throat, but this one was wide she heard herself start to gag as it hit the back of her throat. Her eyes began to water and she tried again with the same result.
When she pulled her head up for air, Mr. Walker sat up and got off the table. Teri watched him with her watery eyes from gagging as he came up behind her and pushed her forward over the massage table. She felt her pants slide down to her ankles, followed by her panties. Her sneakers prevented her from stepping out of them so Teri kicked her shoes off and shook her leg to kick the pants free.
Just as her pants were shed, she felt a large hand over her trimmed pussy and started rubbing her.
“Damn girl, your wet.” Mr. Walker said into Teri’s ear. Her juices coated his fingers from just rubbing the outside.
Teri felt pressure against her pussy and thought he was sliding his cock in and gasped.
“You think that’s big? Wait till you feel my cock!” His deep voice whispered.
Teri found herself pushing her hips back against his big finger as it slid in and out of her wet pussy wanting more. His finger slid out and she moved her ass looking for it to slide back in She wanted more. No, she needed more. Instead of the finger, she just briefly enjoyed, she was greeted instead by what felt like a baseball bat being pushed against her pussy.
“That’s not going to fit.” Teri whined with a little bit of fear.
“Don’t worry, baby. It will fit.”
Mr. Walker pushed Teri’s face down into the table to get her ass to stick up more. He had to bend at the knees to position himself at the right angle and rubbed the head of his cock at her pussy entrance.
The pressure Teri felt, made her feel like she was about to be torn in half. Despite her pussy juices practically dripping, she needed to wet the snake that was trying to get in. Teri spits in her hand and reached between her legs and felt the cock that was trying to split her. She rubbed her spit over the tip of his cock, and tried to push it in.
The pressure was becoming too much and Teri started to ease herself back, but Mr. Walker grabbed her hips and pulled her back on his dick. Teri’s big blue eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head from the pressure and grunted. She grabbed onto the edge of the table as he tried slowly pumping in and out. Despite not penetrating very deep, the pressure was too much.
“Lay down.” Teri told Mr. Walker.
The tall and muscular black man did as he was told and laid back down on the table. Teri still had her shirt on with her bra crumpled underneath. She climbed up on the table with no pants on. She grabbed his cock with one hand and shifted herself forward to put the cock in her pussy. Her covered breasts were in Mr. Walker’s face and he pulled her shirt up to hungrily suck on her large soft breasts. They were like water balloons with pink puffy nipples.
Teri was rubbing his cock head around her hole getting it was wet as possible. She spit in her hand again to get more lubrication and was able to slip the head back in. Teri made short, slow strokes taking him just a little deeper each time. There was still pressure, but being able to control the strokes allowed her to enjoy the feeling of her pussy being touched in places that had never been explored as it slid back and forth.
Even though she was only using half of his length, it was still wider and deeper than she had ever experienced. The current depth felt like it was hitting her in just the right spot. Teri picked up the pace, feeling an orgasm building.
The mushroom shape of his dick was hitting just the right spot in her pussy and with with the strong hands and mouth on her breasts, it was becoming too much to take. Her body started to shake in an orgasm that made her dizzy. She had to steady herself by grabbing onto Mr. Walker while her pussy shuddered around the giant cock. Teri collapsed onto Mr. Walker in exhaustion.
“My turn.” He said with a smile and shifted positions so Teri was laying on the table on her side and Mr. Walker was standing up. He pulled Teri’s ass to the edge of the table and spread Teri’s swollen pussy. He positioned his cock and slowly pushed himself back in feeling the pussy juices she had just released. Despite having already entered her, she was still tight and had to be taken slowly again. He took long, slow strokes getting back much easier to where he had been able to plunge just moments before. This time since he was in control, he didn’t stop halfway. He was determined to bury his entire cock in this hot, tight pussy.
Teri started to whimper as his cock slid deeper stretching her insides even more. Since she was lying on her side, she was able to adjust her position to make it feel better. Mr. Walker started pumping faster still not having fit the entire length inside. Teri’s breasts shook in waves with each thrust, still unable to believe he was still getting deeper. Teri was hanging onto the table hoping not to fall off as he was pumping harder and harder.
She felt his balls starting to hit her butt cheek and then an audible grunt from Mr. Walker as his body slapped against Teri. His strokes became more furious as he grabbed a hold of Teri’s hips while pulling her toward him and pushing his hips forward. Each stroke was so incredibly long Teri felt herself losing control again and just when she thought she felt everything, the giant cock sliding in and out of her pussy began to pulse. Teri shuddered in another orgasm when she felt an explosion of wetness in her pussy.
Mr. Walker started to slow his thrusts while semen started dripping out of Teri’s pussy, over her ass and onto the massage table. Both of them were breathing heavy. Mr. Walker took a step back and Teri felt the entire length of his dick slide out. As the head of Mr. Walker’s dick popped free, it felt like a gallon of cum drained from her pussy. Teri slowly got up while her client was getting dressed. She felt sore and empty as she grabbed some towels to start wiping herself up.
Mr. Walker pulled a wad of cash out of his pants that was held together with a gold money clip. He pulled several $100 dollar bills out and tossed them on the massage table.
“You ever want to make some real money, you just give me a call.” Mr. Walker said, throwing a business card next to the cash. He flashed his charming smile and turned for the door.
Teri scrambled for a towel to cover herself with when the door swung open and he left. Teri heard voices in the hall and she hurried to shut the door before anyone got a look inside the room.
A flood of emotions combined with a physical soreness that made it difficult to walk hit her all at once. She slipped her panties and pants back on, then refastened her bra. She took a deep breath and looked at the table with the cash thrown about. She counted the money as she picked it up.
“$1,000.00?” She said out loud. “Damn!” and found herself smiling. She put the money in her pocket and began cleaning the room up not minding her sore pussy so much now.
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