Looking up, a strand of white jellied fluid hangs above my face, still sticking to my wife's swollen labia. A drop the size of a small oyster has already slid out, and is in the back of my mouth, waiting for my brain to decide whether to swallow. This is what I wanted. This had been an almost uncontrollable fantasy for several years. I am highly aroused, but my mind is inexplicably jumping around. Pearl Drops, Pearl Jam, the innuendo was always obvious, but my mind has chosen this time to think of it. The drop in my mouth tastes vaguely pleasant... a little salty, a little sweet, a subtle but discernible smell like very weak bleach, almost hidden by the overwhelming scent of woman, and cock and balls... Oh yeah... balls...that I had just watched very up close and personal drawing up as they got ready to shoot potent sperm into my wife's unprotected pussy now have relaxed and are hanging against my forehead. My wife drops her chest down onto my abdomen, rocking her hips so that the remaining sperm flows downhill towards her cervix rather than leaking out.
Thomas guides the head of his cock through the strand of cum hanging from my wife's labia, severing it so it falls onto my outstretched tongue. The massive dark purple head then pushes it deeper into my mouth. He is still hard enough to push into my mouth, but he is soft enough for his shaft to adapt to the contours of my mouth. I gag a little as the head pushes past my uvula and into my throat. I have to swallow to keep the cum out of my windpipe, and as I swallow, Thomas's cock passes all the way into my throat. I feel a little panicky, with my arms pinned down by my wife's legs and body. I am strong enough to push her off, but it would take a second, and in the meantime, my airway is completely blocked by Thomas's cock. I try to breathe through my nose, but I am blowing bubbles of something... snot? saliva? cum? Thomas withdraws and I get a quick breath before he rams back in. He seems to enjoy the convulsion in my throat as I gag on his cock. It is oddly arousing to me as well. Everything seemed to get much slicker after I gagged. His cock is sliding easily as he withdraws the head to my lips, and then rams it back home into my throat. Jesus-Fuck... I thought this was going to be a quick clean-up, but somehow, just moments after shooting his seed into my wife, he has regained his full erection and is fucking my throat forcefully. As he gets harder, it is now my throat that has to adapt to the shape of his cock, and I rock my head back so that there is a straighter line from my mouth to my throat.
This is part of the reason we chose Thomas. Twenty years old, and a body seemingly chiseled from stone, Kerry and I figured he must have a lot of testosterone, and the ability to shoot loads into every place we had fantasized about. If Thomas was carved from stone, it would have been obsidian or anthracite, as he has almost jet black skin. His dark hands contrasted mightily with Kerry's porcelain skin. It was so striking that I photographed their naked bodies together as an ice-breaker. Now that anthracite sword was down my throat, and his cum was both in my belly and in my wife's pussy. Impossibly, his cock was getting harder still, and Kerry evidently was aroused to the sounds of his moans and grunts. I felt her roll off of me and tell Thomas that it looked like he was ready again.
"Go sit in the chair" Thomas said down to me.
What the Fuck? I thought to myself, unable to talk with his cock still filling my mouth. I am a doctor, and a junior college kid is matter of factly telling me what to do? Of course, the reality of the situation set in almost immediately. My wife had been continuously cumming on his cock for what seemed like hours, She was full of his sperm, and his dick was in my mouth... of course he was telling me, not asking me...
I sat in the chair, my erection straining uncomfortably against my slacks. I did not have to worry about modesty. I was fully dressed. Kerry was in a cupless merry widow set with garters and fishnet stockings. Thomas was the only one nude.
Light streamed in through the bedroom window. We had chosen to do this in our home, knowing that Kerry's screams of pleasure would have caused hotel guests to complain, and would have likely lead to us being interrupted. Our home was on a large lot, separated from the street by trees. I didn't tell Kerry, because she is not into the idea of me being humiliated, but something about the idea of Thomas fucking her in our marital bed also heightened my arousal. I had not thought about Thomas's car though... He left it parked in front... an unrestored Lincoln with deeply tinted windows and wire wheels. It was conspicuous in our gated community. I hoped the neighbors could not hear Kerry's screams. That would be a little more humiliation than I wanted.
Kerry was on her back now, and I could see Thomas sliding my pillow under her hips. I wondered how long Kerry would let me go without washing the sheets. I imagined the vivid dreams I would have sleeping on that cum soaked pillow... There was some sort of moisture all over Kerry as Thomas plumped the pillow to cant her hips for deeper penetration. With the assortment of mirrors in our room, the chair in the corner was actually a perfect place from which to watch. Thomas grabbed Kerry's ankles and raised her straight spread legs further apart and towards the ceiling. His hard cock found her gaping pussy without the assistance of hands, as Kerry pinched at her own nipples.
One of the things I loved about Kerry was her candor. I have a nice thick medium sized cock, and Kerry had always cum intensely and easily on it. She also made no secret of the fact that before we were married, she had really enjoyed how full she felt with a giant cock in her. Earlier, when I had been below her in 69 position as Thomas fucked her doggy style, I could see why she loved big cocks. Her tiny pussy stretched so far around Thomas's cock that it pulled her hood right up against his shaft. His cock was directly stimulating her engorged little button with every stroke, while his head stretched her as she had not been stretched since birth. I forced my tongue between her clit and his shaft, and was surprised both how tightly it was pressed against his shaft, and how engorged her clit was. It was more like a little penis than a clit. (As an aside, even having done a rotation in OB/Gyn as an intern, Kerry was the only woman I knew of who had orgasms during childbirth... she loved the stretch).
Now from my chair, I could see her eyes roll back as he slowly lowered his body onto her. He let go of her ankles as the weight of his body kept her legs pinned up, and he slid one hand under her ass and one hand onto her nipple. At 5 foot nothing, and 125 pounds, Kerry had the body of a teen gymnast. I had to imagine that Thomas's huge tool was moving her organs around inside of her. Even after our years of watching her get aroused quickly, I was a little shocked by how quickly she responded to Thomas's huge tool. There were only two or three strokes before she started to cum, and it was not a little orgasm... she was in pure animal mode. Thomas was skilled beyond his years, and he would fuck her hard until her ongoing orgasm made her hyperventilate and start to pass out. Then he would raise up off of her and and take long slow strokes, withdrawing until the ridge of his head was at her opening, before gently sliding back in. Kerry's eyes were glassy, her screams became shrill, and when she could form words at all, they were course utterances about how full she was, and how Thomas's huge cock was stretching her as never before. To my knowledge, she hadn't... The orgasms were trembling, shaking, screaming, and nearly endless...
The whole scene was way too much for me. It was exactly as I had fantasized, only the reality was more intense than I could have ever imagined. I pulled out my cock and started to touch myself as Thomas played my wife like a musical instrument. Through the screams, I heard the doorbell. I waited, hoping whoever was there would go away. Another ring, and I pulled my cell phone out and activated the front porch camera. Fuck... my most gossipy neighbor... I tucked myself in and headed for the door, knowing Jenni would not leave without me answering.
Hi Jenni, what can I do for you?
I heard screams all the way from inside my house! Is everything ok? What is on your face?
Fuck, I thought, realizing I had pussy juice and cum in my beard, and god knows where else.
Then in an incredible stroke of bad timing, more sounds erupted from the bedroom.
Oh Jesus! I am going to fill your married white pussy!
Then in Kerry's unmistakable voice, Oh God Yes! Give it to me! Fill my pussy! Give me a beautiful black baby!
When we were exchanging emails, wee hadn't mentioned to Thomas that Kerry was fertile, unprotected, and due to ovulate. Clearly it aroused him as Kerry's talk of pregnancy put Thomas completely over the edge, grunting and growling as he came. This in turn put Kerry further into orbit. I could not make out the exactly what she was saying, but she was screaming about babies and cum and how she could feel his contractions and the sperm hitting her cervix... all coming from the bedroom as I tried to shoo our nosy neighbor away from the door
Sorry Jenni, we're just watching a movie. I will turn it down. I am sure she wasn't a bit convinced, but it was the best I could do at the spur of the moment. Jenni's face was lit up as though she was a reporter who was about to break the Watergate story. she smirked at me as she walked away, looking at the car, and walking towards the neighborhood clubhouse.
I sheepishly walked back towards the bedroom, where everything had gone quiet. Kerry was on her back, eyes closed. Sweat glistened on her chest and forehead and her chest and cheeks were deep pink. Her cheeks were balled up as though smiling, I could not tell whether her lips were trembling or whether she was mumbling too quietly to hear. She looked incredibly peaceful and relaxed, but every fifteen or twenty seconds a little shudder or spasm would travel through her body. Her hips were still up on my pillow and her pussy gaped open. The cum pooled at her opening was still white and gelatinous, but clear fluids ran down her crack and made a wet spot covering half my pillow. Thomas was standing by the bed looking down at Kerry.
