She Deserves Bigger & Better!

Upstairs, Jess went to our room to check on the sleeping Nia and use our bathroom. I headed to the guest bathroom, mainly to avoid having to listen to Samuel boasting about how he was going to teach my wife to be a proper slut to black men. I needed to pee anyway, so, of course, I naturally just lowered my joggers and panties to my knees, sat, and was in full flow when the door opened, and he walked in, muttering about how he needed his bag brought up here. Seeing me sitting to pee and also seeing the beige boy short panties I still had on, he paused, looked again from my knees to my face, and then said,

"Well, now then, that explains a few things now; you're not just a Cuckold but a sissy one; it's why she cucks you because you are a sissy boy; Stand up and let's see what you got; come on, take the clothes off."

Looking up from where I'm sitting, at this giant standing there, he's about 6'2", got to be 14st, obviously spends time in the gym, his biceps measure like my thighs, not quite bodybuilder but very much in shape, he's an intimidating figure.

"Come on, sissy, stand up and get them off; you don't want to keep me waiting again. Ah, Jess, now I know why you like us blacks so much; you're married to a fucking sissy-boy."

Jess, hearing his raised voice, came to try and intervene. She came to the open door and stood beside Sam, her face full of concern. She put her arms around his waist, lifted the front of his workout vest, and as his arm went around her shoulder, she said,

"I don't like blacks; I love blacks; I love everything about them--their bodies, their big, hard cocks, and the way they cum so much."

As Jess was saying that she was pushing the vest up higher, kissing his six-pack, then his nipples as they too came into sight, Sam took the vest off. Jess turned her head towards me and said,

"Go on, Pete, do as he said and strip off; we can compare what black and white look like, and he will know why I want his cock to fuck me tonight, so go on, Peter, quickly, darling."

Now feeling totally humiliated, I did as Jess told me to. I stood, pulled off my T-shirt, then sat again to undo the trainers, trying to drag it out. Jess, in the meantime, had taken off Sam's shoes and socks, undone his trousers, lowered and held them so he could step out of them, leaving him wearing just a pair of tight white trucks that showed the large bulge of his thick cock laying to one side. She stood up beside him again, and seeing me sit there, she said,

"For fucks sake, Peter, stand up and pull your pants up; show Sam how big your bulge is compared to this; no, never mind, just do this; go on stand."

I stood, pulled the shorts up, and turned to face them both. Sam had such a smirk on his face, trying not to laugh out loud, but Jess mouthed sorry as she repeated the instruction to

"Now, do this so we can see them both."

She then turned and knelt, hooking her two thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, lowering it about 5" to below his ball sack. She kissed each bollock, which seemed to hang more than 2" under the base of his dark, soft, almost black cock, hanging like 6" down.

I did the same. I lowered the front of my boy short pants by maybe 2", hooking it under my balls. In that position, my dick shrivelled up to like 3" max, and it did not hang at all. Now Sam started laughing, at the same time telling me to,

"Cover it up and keep the panties on to hide it. Come on, Jess, I've got this; let's give you a proper fucking with a real dick, and you Cucky, don't forget my bag, oh, and a drink too, for both of us."

They went to the next room and left the door open, so as I walked past, I saw the negligee cover on the floor just inside the doorway. They were passionately kissing. Jess was trying to lower his tight pants down one-handed, and the other was on his tight bum. I carried on down to the kitchen, where I heard Ejo crying. She was in the dark utility room. As I opened the door, light flooded in, and seeing me, she jumped into my arms, saying,

"I'm frightened, Peter. I heard him laugh. Don't let him take Jess to Bristol, but don't let him hurt you either."

But then we heard Sam shout about the bag, "Bring up the fucking bag!"

I picked up the glasses off the coffee table, put them on the drinks tray, and asked Ejo to make a coffee. I'll be back. I took the tray and his bloody bag up to the bedroom, and there I found them both naked, Sam on his back with Jess sucking on his hard cock. I dropped the bag on the floor at the foot of the bed, picked up the negligee cover from by the door, and Sam pushed Jess away and got off the bed to get and open the bag. Seeing me holding the cover I'd picked up, he told me to

"Put it on, sissy; you mustn't get cold. Why the fuck do you keep me waiting, cuck boy? You'd rather be with that fat lesbian down there than here, beside your lovely wife. You should watch and learn.

Being a sissy cuckold, you should come with this slut to Bristol tomorrow. You could both earn a lot of money this weekend. That alone is worth a fortune. I know a group of businessmen, five older men, who would pay big for both of you to put on a young couple's sex show where they all get free use of you afterwards. One is a village elder from my homeland, would love your virgin ass, he has about 11" and he'd pay well."

All the time he was talking, Sam had gotten a little folded paper package, one of three that had an elastic band around them. He took one and opened it to carefully tip the contents out on the dressing table, then rolled the paper into a tube, sniffed white powder up his nose, and then offered the tube to Jess, but she shuck her head as she backed away. Sam, with a more stern look on his face, quietly said

"Do it; now, you have to learn to do as you are told; never say no to me, bitch."

"She doesn't; we don't do drugs; we never have."

"That's not what I heard; I hear your little wife here gets very pliant on Hug Drug, but this is better and quicker too, so you need to compare, just like black or white, a tiny dicklet or a black cock, now which is better, this or Hug Drug? Simple, think about it--you didn't like black cock till you tried it, so try this."

"Don't, Jess, just fuck him; fuck his brains out, but leave the drugs; you don't need drugs to fuck."

"I've told you to watch and learn about Cucky, but do not interfere with her education.

Maybe you'd prefer to be a sissy. I should teach you first how to be a good sissy without the snow. Ah, sissy, is that what you'd like--a lesson on how to service black cocks before this bitch? Just go downstairs to your fat friend; she can teach you all about being queer. Go on and fuck off.

See, your slut's eager for my cock."

Jess had knelt at his feet and had his cock at the back of her throat. Doing as he told me to, I left the room and went first to check on the still-asleep Nia, then headed back to get my jogging bottoms from where he made me leave them, and as I passed their open door, I paused to watch them. Both stood. Sam had his back to me. I see he has a broad, well-defined back that tapers down to a narrow waist, a tight bum, and muscular thighs. His unblemished skin is as dark as it could be, almost black. They are snogging. Jess has both hands clutching his bum.

"Oh, Sam, fuck me, please. I need you now. I need this cock."

I moved away to the bathroom, leaving the negligee cover on but not tied, pulled on my jogging bottoms, then headed downstairs. I had to pass the open door again. I glanced back in, and Jess was bent over the bedside cabinet. Sam had hold of her hips, thrusting forward. It went through my mind--omg, I hope that's not her arse--when I heard him say to her,

"That's it now, the other one; a bigger sniff this time; that's better; now you've got it."

Tears formed in my eyes as I began to believe that I'd lost her. I went downstairs and just sat on the sofa before I broke down, tears streaming. Ejo rushed to me to take me in her arms. She asked if Sam had hurt me, and I said,

"No, but right now he's killing me, because I'm lost without her, and I think he is winning."

Then, thinking about it, I'd put my joggers back on, but he wanted me in pants only, so I took them off again, and I was back to only pants and the white negligee cover.

Soon enough, Ejo began to hug me, then rock me and stroke my hair.

Even from downstairs on the sofa, we could hear Jess.

"Gasping, screaming for more, harder, then I'm Cumming, O Sam, I'm Cumming again; you fuck so good, Sam; god, I love your cock."

We get up and go to the kitchen. I put the mug of cold coffee in the microwave to reheat it, then sipped it by the sink. At least I can't still hear her cry out in here, but we both hear Sam shouting.

"Cucky, get up here; your wife needs you quick."

I rush up to the bedroom. I see Jess first, lying on the bed; she is holding his hand, her legs open wide, and her pussy gapes full of creamy white cum that is leaking out, heading south towards her tight bum hole. I see reddish marks around the pubic area--possible bruising. I also notice he has marked her neck with several hickies, and just below one boob were two more.

He stands looking at me, naked, covered in a sweaty sheen, cock a good 8" or more, still hard. I can only admire the obvious strength in his well-muscled body, and he's handsome with it compared to me--well, I'm a 9th weakling at 5'7"--no contest. If he wasn't such an arrogant bastard, just then he said,

"You are going to look at me all night and keep me waiting again. Cucky, clean that mess up. I'll go take a leak; pour me a drink; better do one for her as well; rinse her dirty mouth out."

We heard the bathroom door shut just as Jess giggled.

"Yuck, quick, it's dribbling on my ass. Sh*t Pete, can you get it? There's so fucking much of it."

As I got between her open legs, she put her feet on my shoulders to lever her hips up to slow the flow of his spunk while I lapped at the surface amount. At the same time, Jess scooped up a couple of fingers full of his cum to suck off her fingers, then placed both hands on either side of my head, pushing it deeper. I found that lapping at that amount was too slow, so simply sucking it up like a hoover and swallowing it rapidly was the best way. I didn't get time to ask her if she was alright before Sam came back in. I didn't hear him because of her hands over my ears. I felt both his hands on my cheeks and him pulling my pants down to my knees. Jess let go of my head and moved her feet off me. Now I hear him say,

"Nice ass boy, a lovely virgin hole just begging for a big black to dick it; fuck it's tempting, and you'll love it, and just like the little girl you want to be, it only hurts at first."

At that, I scurried up Jess's body, trying to get away, but he followed, his body lying over mine with his hard cock resting on the crack of my ass. I started to cry again, saying,

"No, please, god, no."

Sam, in turn, said to me, "That's it, sissy-boy; beg me to break you in."

I feel his cock sliding up and down the crack of my bum, and then Jess told him off by saying,

"Sammy, Don't you fucking dare; that's worth money. You say a virgin ass, even a sissy one, is worth a lot of money. To you and to me, remember, besides, I need you to fuck me now. All this talk of taking this spineless, crying little wimp really turns me on, and I need you now, so fuck him off to his lesbian friend downstairs, and you and I will make love the rest of the night. I have a blue pill if you need it.

"You heard your bitch wife; she's learning to respect me now because I can give her what she needs, and right now she needs a line of snow and my beautiful hard black cock giving her some, so fuck off, I'll call you when we need you next."

As I fled the room, I heard him saying,

"Your learning bitch, now we'll stay here tomorrow as well; I'll keep you myself till then. Then down to Bristol and home Thursday evening; unfortunately, there, the other two will claim you, and I won't get a look in. Friday night, unless you can sneak into my bed for a quickie, you'll be rested because Saturday evening, both of you will have a very long night. Now, as you reckoned, talking dirty turns you on; have a tube of snow off there, and I'll tell you about earning your keep down there."

Because I'd stopped to listen, I got to hear him sniffing snow, and then he said,

"Go on slut, enjoy, it'll get you going again, that's the last one tonight, got to keep the rest for tomorrow, that's it, my girl, now then Saturday night, you'll both be taken somewhere, I'm not sure where yet, might be a nightclub, where you'll dance with your punters, I say your punters because you have to encourage them, then sometime after midnight when enough have paid up, I'm reckoning, say at least ten black men at £200, maybe £250 apiece, and that's 50-50 remember, you get gangbanged by them all as many times as they are able too, and your Cuckold husband gets to clean all your holes whenever he is told to, he may act as a fluffer and help some of them get it up again as well."

The next thing I heard was Jess, who was obviously masturbating while listening to him. I heard her say

"I'm an ass virgin like Peter; maybe tomorrow night's lessons could include taking mine, seeing as you can't have his valuable ass. (giggling) You can have mine, but you must teach him to suck cock to completion then as well." (giggling still) She whispers, "He loves the taste of cum; he's had pints of it out of me, but I don't think he's ever drank it neat, so you'll have to teach him how.

But now, my dear young stud, I need your lovely big, hard cock fucking my tight, little pussy again and probably again before your brothers ruin it on Thursday. Come on, and for the next 36 hours, I'm going to be your free-use slut-fuck and only your slut."

Stunned and brokenhearted, I plodded off down the stairs. Ejo had fallen asleep on the sofa, so I crept into the kitchen and made a coffee to take back upstairs. I checked in on Nia; she was awake. She asked where everyone was as she sipped my coffee, and I told her that I'd bring her up to date when I'd made more coffee. Then she threw off the duvet, and she was nude. She asked for help at the loo. When we got back, she could sit on the bed, leaving her sitting there naked. I again crept towards the stairs, but he heard me.

"Yo, sissy, get in here; she needs cleaning again."

Once again, I go into the bedroom, finding Jess sweating and breathing hard. I think about how I wish I could do that just by fucking her, how I wish I had an 8 to 10" hard cock instead of a 4.5 to 5" dick, one that could stay hard to make her sweat and to make Jess call out my name as she orgasms for the 5-6-7th time in a row, but the least I can do is to allow her this much pleasure and share this pleasure with her, and the pleasure I get from cleaning her afterwards, and strictly between you and me, I must admit, and I hate saying this, but Sam's cream, his massive loads of cum tastes better than his brothers, in fact, the best I've tasted from anyone yet!

My thoughts about that were broken by Sam's saying to me,

"Why must you keep me waiting around every time you do anything? I'm waiting to go again; she's waiting to go again, and she's a bloody mess. Get to it, cuck; we need it clean; go on slut; tell the sissy you want more cock, my cock; tell him to clean you quickly, because you have needs."

Jess seemed to be dozing off but perked up when she heard my voice say, 'Sorry, Samuel'

"Hello you, you should have stayed here, you should see this stud fuck, he can fuck me so good, so many fucking times, sh*t Peter, you fuck like 3 minutes, cum like one tiny spoonful, that's it, you're done, this lovely man here," she takes his hand and kisses the back of, then continues to say,

"This beautiful black Adonis, with his always hard black cock, you know how many times I've cum, just tonight alone--seven, seven orgasms--and he's not finished, we've not finished, we're planning on only ten times tonight, and even more tomorrow, and guess what, my sissy husband, I've given him exclusive free-use rights until we get to Bristol, and that means my dearest Petrina, no handypanky, hankiepandy, oh sh*t get it out right, fuck it, I'm horny again clean up his cum crooky cause I need more now."

With that, she opened her legs again, and I cleaned quickly, hoovering up the tasty mess, and then finishing that job. Sam, Mr. Everhard, stroking his semi-hard cock, told me to get him hard again.

You bitches were talking so long that I went off the boil a bit. See, making me wait around for you again has consequences. Now, sissy slut, what did your wife call you just now, Patricia?"

Jess piped up. "Petrina, her name is Petrina."

"Well, Petrina, suck my black cock hard and ready for your horny slut wife; she needs it again."

Pushing it against my closed mouth, he got hold of both my ears, twisting them until I opened my mouth to yell out, and it slid in till his hair was against my nose.

"O, that's it, sissy, but don't bite. Ah yes, my sweet little sissy, you're enjoying that, I think. Yes, it's not your first time sucking cock; is it sissy? I bet you know all the gloryholes around here, don't you, sissy boy?

Yo, Jessy, your sissy husband has been lying to you; he's a good cocksucker; he has sucked plenty; he doesn't need any training for this weekend."

Fucking strangely weird, I've never sucked a cock and never wanted to, but here is this arrogant young black man, who has belittled, humiliated, and insulted me from the first moment he met me in Bristol, who has taken and fucked my young wife, and who, I know, has plans to ruin both of us during the next few weeks, but who has just complimented me, making me feel pride in a skill I've never known about. As to me being a good cocksucker, I don't want to be; I hate the very idea.

But Samuel stroking my head with one hand, the other now on the back of my head, and him thrusting his cock to and fro, right to the back of my throat, me only gagging slightly about four times before the gagging oddly stopped, and then him saying,

"He's fucking good, Jess."

I felt a warm glow knowing I shared in pleasing this man that, for tonight, Jess needed, and when she leaned over towards us, pulling me away and off his cock, she looked at me, looking at his cock now rock hard, dribbling a drop of precum. Jess leaned in, pecked me on the lips as her one hand stroked my cheek, and said,

"You're a good boy, Pete, but that cock, that cum, is mine; you can have it later darling, Go check on the others; my stud is going to fuck me one more time. I decided to make it eleven times, maybe even a dozen, then she mouthed, I'm sorry, Pete."

I went to our bedroom, and Nia was still awake. "What happened to the coffee? I'm only teasing you, Pete. I know you were called away, but I'd still love one."

"Sorry, I'll get you one now; don't go anywhere."

Downstairs, Ejo is still asleep, so I left her there, made coffee, took it up, and joined Nia under the cover. Having removed my joggers earlier downstairs, she told me to take my pants off too, but I explained Sam wanted me to wear them so he couldn't see my little 'dicklet', Nia said.

"Fuck him, I'm in the nude, so should you be in bed with me? How are you going to fuck me wearing them, 'eh? And before you say it, Jess knows, or will do, and Ejo wants you to fuck me, something about revenge on the brothers; she mentioned it several times last week.

Also, this will make you laugh. After a certain call with Jess last Friday or Saturday, I can't remember, Ejo talked about you being her first guy, and Jess spoke about your lack of size and then about you having good anal sex. Well, Peter, picture this. Ejo thinks it would be fun if she, then Jess and I all got into doggie position, that's with Jess in the middle and us two on either side of her, naked, face down, and bums in the air, and you took two strokes in each bum to see who got lucky. The winner then gets to sleep with you that night, and the losers sleep in the spare room."