This part 3 of Monica's Black Cock Fantasy. In part 1 and 2, Monica, with encouragement from her husband, Chris, realizes her fantasy with Sean, the black 21 year-old pool man. Monica is introduced to Sean's big cock, several times. At the end of part 2 we learn that Sean's apartment lease has expired and he may have to move in with his parents for a month until college starts. Both Chris and Monica offer to have him stay as their guest until he leaves for college.
Sean moved in the next day, Friday. After he was settled in, the weekend was a sexual whirlwind for all of us. Sean's cock was planted in Monica's pussy virtually nonstop. She had now been able to take his cock in her pussy without the initial pain she experienced the first few times. When she came to our bed after her latest bout with Sean she was exhausted, her pussy dripping with his cum.
"Oh God!" she cried out, as she flopped on the bed next to me. An hour ago, she had gone to Sean's room full dressed. Now the only clothing she wore was a black halter bra. And her anklet proclaiming her love for big black cock.
"I see you've been a good girl again," I teased, as I rubbed her back.
"I wasn't just good," she replied, "I was great. Sean said I was the best fuck he's ever had. Better even than that little girlfriend of his," she said with a hint of jealousy.
"And is he the best fuck you've ever had?" I asked.
"Oh, Chris," she said, "You know I'll always love you...but Sean's cock is so big, it fills me completely."
I leaned over and kissed her, my beautiful and sexy wife. As I teased and sucked her nipples, she pulled my pants off, exposing my cock. Her hand immediately found my cock and she smeared my pre-cum all over the head. I ran my hands along her hips and she spread her legs, inviting me in to her. I fingered her pussy, and slipped two, then three fingers in her. My fingers met no resistance; her pussy held Sean's cum and her pussy juices. So wet and ready.
"Do it now, I want you now!" she commanded. She took hold of my cock and led me to her, as I mounted her from on top. Smoothly, firmly, I entered. I sunk all the way in with a splashing sound, she was so wet. When I was fully buried in her, she grabbed me and told me to stay.
"Is it good for you?" I asked her.
"Oh God, baby, yes," she moaned.
I began thrusting in and out. As I pulled out, she made a squishing sound, and when I plunged back in I felt Sean's cum and her juices overflow. I kissed her, sucking her tongue and squeezing her breasts. She clamped on my ass and pulled me tight with each down stroke.
Finally I said, "Monica, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
"Yes, yes, cum in me, honey," she cried, "I want it! I need it!"
On the next stroke, I exploded, my cum now mixing with Sean's cum and Monica's pussy juices. She wrapped her legs tightly around me; I felt my cock unloading, fully and completely. Her nails clawed at my back, leaving marks that would last for days.
We kissed, our sweaty bodies intertwined. When I rolled off of her, my cock slid out with a slight plop, all coated with our combined juices. We held each other and kissed some more.
Monica's hand went to her wet pussy, her fingers, massaging her clitoris. I realized that she had yet to climax.
"Let me satisfy you," I said. I ran my hand down her body. I came to her pussy, and fingered her gently. I couldn't believe how messy she was. She felt so wet and slick and sticky.
"Chris," she said, "Do me. Do me with your tongue".
"Is that what you want?" I said, looking for confirmation. "My mouth and tongue on your cum-filled pussy?"
"Yesss," she responded, I want it that way."
I kissed her tits, then her stomach. I kept moving down. I kissed her clit and felt the wetness on my lips. I looked up at her, hoping she would approve. Her lips turned up in an odd smile and she wiggled her hips. "Do it," she said.
And I did. My mouth went to her messy, sloppy pussy and my lips clamped on her. I sucked lightly and was greeted by a mouthful of our mingled cum. The feel of it on my tongue was indescribable. I swallowed and savored our taste. I darted my tongue into her, wanting to lick out all she had to offer with one greedy stroke. My chin was soaked. I kept sucking and licking and swallowing.
She reached down and took my cum-covered face in her hands and drew me up to her. We kissed, passing cum back and forth to each other. When we shared it all, I went down on her again to get any that might have been left and we kissed some more.
"Chris", she said, "That was incredible! You licked and sucked on my fucked pussy. Fuck me again, this time from behind." She turned over and presented her ass to me. I couldn't get in her fast enough. With the lingering taste of cum in my mouth, I grabbed her hips and fucked her.
"Do you like fucking my sloppy cunt?" she asked without waiting for a reply. "You liked cleaning me up, didn't you? You liked slurping cum out of my well fucked pussy!"
"Yes! Yes!" I thought my brain was going to pop hearing her talk like that. I knew I wasn't far from cumming again, and I told her.
"Oh, yes, Chris, cum in my pussy. Fill me up with your cum. Then clean me again! Clean me all up. Swallow it all."
That did it. I exploded again, amazed at how much I pumped into her for the second time in only a matter of minutes. We collapsed, panting, too spent to move. After several minutes, she rolled over on her back and crooked a knee. She ran her hands down to her pussy and spread her lips. "Time to get to it."
And I did.
