What She Really Wanted

Chapter 5

My wife raised her face from Tony's ass as his muscles relaxed. She smiled at Thomas, who was still running his hand across her cuntlips, spreading her copious fluids all over her shaved pussy. We could see that Tony's erection was subsiding, although his cock remained long and fat. He withdrew his softening length from Monica, and stood at the foot of the bed. A bit of his come trickled from Monica's used cunt, but she raised her knees to keep from spilling too much. Kim inched forward on the bed to nuzzle between her friend's breasts. She licked at the layer of sweat that covered Monica's body, tasting the flavor of both male and female on the soft skin. As she worked her way to her friend's armpits, my view was blocked by Tony's enormous body. He moved closer to where Grant and I knelt, and we could see the combination of his semen and Monica's come coating the still-impressive meat that hung between his legs. A milky drop of his seed was oozing from the slit at the end of his glans. "Which one of you gets the leftovers?" he asked us. When we both looked confused, he asked, "Whose bitch did I just fuck?"

Grant lowered his eyes in shame. Tony looked at me, and said, "Then I guess you're gonna get to sample that ass your wife seemed to like so much." He raised his right leg, and stepped across the chains that connected our bound bodies at the nipples. Both Grant and I tried to lean backwards, but the pain from the clamps reminded us how futile that was. I found my nose and mouth jammed between his firm ass cheeks. Despite my wife's ministrations, the odor of male musk was still strong, as sweat was still running down his back to trickle down the crack where my face was now trapped. I heard Tony instructing Grant to lick his cock clean, and I felt his muscles flex with pleasure as Grant apparently complied. "Oh, yeah," Tony groaned, "Get a good taste of the dick that just finished fucking your wife's pussy."

Turning his head toward me, Tony advised me, "Get that mouth to work cleaning my ass, you faggot. Put that tongue to some good use, and don't forget the balls, either!" Reluctantly, I started to run my tongue up the sweaty crack. I loved licking my wife's ass, but this was very different. I licked across Tony's anus, and felt the sphincter pulse. I lowered my head a bit, and lapped at the scrotum that was again hanging low and loose. I got my first taste of Monica's cunt juice, which still coated his balls, and I could also taste the semen that had mixed with her juices. I felt his scrotum move as Grant cleaned the front side. My nose was buried in Tony's ass, inhaling the aroma of a hot male fresh off of a hard fuck. Rather than repelling me, however, the smell and taste of male sex sweat, plus the very thought that I was being forced to perform this intimate act of submission on another man was getting me even more aroused.

Tony shifted his weight, pushing his hips toward me momentarily. I heard him tell Grant to suck his whole cock into his mouth, and draw out the remaining drops of his semen. I moved my tongue up to the asshole in front of me, and began to slide the tip inside. Tony's sphincter muscle pulsed, and I felt a strange rumbling against the underside of my tongue. At the same time, the sudden jerking that I felt in my nipples signaled that Grant was trying to pull away from Tony's cock. I heard Grant choke, then splutter, and a splash of warm liquid hit my legs. The rumbling stopped for a moment. Tony admonished Grant that he was to take every drop that was offered to him, and he was not to spill any more. When the rumbling sensation began again, I could feel a bit of liquid running onto my chin, which was nestled in the back of Tony's scrotum. I ran my tongue down to taste the liquid that was starting to drip from his ball sack, and I realized that Tony was pissing down my friend's throat. While Grant struggled to keep up with the flow, I again slid my tongue into Tony's anus, this time plunging it deeply into the hot, tasty asshole. I stroked inside his anal opening until I felt a couple of jerks deep inside his body, which caused the sphincter to clamp onto my tongue. I could tell that these were the final spurts from his bladder going straight into my best friend's mouth. I gave Tony's sweaty ass crack a thorough cleaning before he raised his leg and stepped out from between Grant and me.

My friend's face was flushed, and sweat poured down his face. A combination of his sweat and Tony's piss coated his chest, running to his crotch. From the way he looked at me, I suppose I must have had a similar appearance. Despite our depraved and shameful circumstances, we were both as erect as we have ever been. I looked up to find that everyone in the room was intently watching us. The men were stroking their hard cocks, which were dripping from the excitement of watching our humiliating submission to Tony. My wife was kneeling on the bed, her face alight with the sexual rush of watching her husband and his best friend perform such degrading acts on a huge, naked black man. Thomas knelt beside her, erect penis in his right hand while he stroked Kim's pussy with his left. Monica, meanwhile, remained on her back behind them, sweat covering her body while she sucked on the stiff, black organ that was being offered to her by the man nearest the bed.

Chapter 6

Thomas rose from the bed, removing his fingers from my wife's wet slit, and walked over to me. "I think we'll let you have one last taste of your wife's sweet pussy before she gets filled by her first black cock," he said as he extended his hand to my face. I smelled the unmistakable odor of Kim's excitement on his shiny, wet fingers. Thomas slipped two of the long digits into my mouth, and I sucked her juices from his hand. "That's the last time she's ever gonna taste like that," he told me. "From now on, every time she lets you lick her pussy, you're gonna taste the flavor of cum from the last black man who fucked her. Now I want you to watch while I pump her full of her first load."

With that, Thomas turned toward the bed, where Kim was now crouched on her hands and knees. Her pussy and her ass were fully exposed, and were pointing right at me. From my low angle on the floor I could see her distended lips dripping with lubrication as Thomas moved into position, placing the covered head of his large erection against her swollen sex. Kim groaned with pleasure as he slid the head along her opening, stroking it firmly against her clit, then sliding back into position for entry. His foreskin slid back and forth with his movements, alternately exposing and covering the head. The massive, dark organ pushed slowly, but firmly into her vagina, spreading the lips widely as it penetrated my wife. I could see his ass muscles tighten as he pushed deeper. Kim was starting to lose it, and was pushing back with her ass to take him in. She started coming when he had about half of the shaft inside her, and her bucking motion caused her cunt to shove hard against the base of his cock, taking him balls deep. She let out a shriek as he hit bottom in her pussy. Her arms collapsed, pressing her breasts into the bed while Thomas began deep stroking her cunt. With each thrust, Kim's nipples rubbed against the sheets, adding to the tidal wave of sensations that were sending her over the edge. My wife was now coming continuously. Her eyes were tightly closed, her body was a limp rag, and her cunt was flowing like a river as Thomas pounded incessantly into her.

After what seemed forever, Thomas's sweating body began to tense up, his shoulders and thigh muscles tightening with his impending orgasm. With a mighty thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, wrapping his arms tightly around Kim's torso, and pressing his heaving chest into her back. The cheeks of his ass clenched, released, and clenched again as he pumped my wife's pussy full of his semen. Then he collapsed upon her, thoroughly drained. I could see that both of them were breathing heavily, their backs rising and falling as they lay there together. Gradually, Thomas's cock began to soften. As it did so, he slid his body backwards, pulling the still-swollen organ from Kim's ravaged pussy. He stood and stepped toward Grant and me. Now it was my turn to taste cock for the first time.

Thomas moved to where his hanging dick was directly in front of my nose as I turned to face him. The familiar aroma of Kim's excitement that coated his organ was tempered by the masculine odors of Thomas's crotch and the sweat that was running down his body. The gathering of loose skin that was again covering his glans oozed their combined secretions, a silken thread of fluid ending in a milky drop of what had to be his semen hanging from the foreskin. "Get that," he commanded me.

I extended my tongue, and caught the dripping liquid, lifting my face to collect the entire string. I slurped it into my mouth. Thomas move to the same position that Tony had taken before, but this time I was presented with a cock instead of an ass to clean. I began licking tentatively at the hang of foreskin, cleaning off the combination of Kim's and Thomas's juices. I could hear Grant's tongue as he began to lick the crack of Thomas's black ass. As I became a little more accustomed to the idea that I was going to suck this black man's dick clean whether I wanted to or not, I found myself getting past my initial reluctance, and decided that the taste was not so bad.

The texture of his cock was fascinating on my tongue, especially the foreskin that was so new to me. I wrapped my lips around his still-impressive girth, and sucked the surface of the shaft until it was clean. Then I ran my tongue up underneath the skin to lick his cockhead. The flavor was more intense here where the fluids had been trapped. I tasted more of his semen than of Kim's pussy. I even sucked out another small drop of his cum directly from the slit that was hidden beneath that skin. When I felt that the slippery secretions had been thoroughly cleaned from Thomas's cock, both inside and out, I released the organ from my mouth, and moved lower to do the same to his scrotum.

As I was unable to lift the flaccid penis to get to all of his loose-hanging sac, I was forced to nudge my way there by using my nose. The manly odors seemed to be strongest at the juncture of his cock and balls, and I found this strangely exciting. I lapped at his balls until I could taste only his sweat, then he grabbed my head and moved my mouth back to the tip of his cock. He pulled me to him, slipping the length of the shaft inside my mouth, and held me there. A moment later, my mouth began to fill with his acrid piss. The sudden sensation caused me to jerk away, but Thomas held my head fast to his crotch, and continued to void himself into me. I had no choice but to swallow, and the act forced a little of the liquid to run from the corners of my mouth until my throat opened again to receive more of his golden offering. I could smell his sweating body, his cock, and his balls while I tasted his hot piss flowing over my tongue and down my throat. When I thought I could take no more, the flow ebbed, and I took his last few spurts before he pulled back to look at the shameless cocksucker I had become.

When he finally moved out from in between Grant and me, my wife was still lying on the bed, staring with obvious excitement at sight of her loving husband, who had just sucked clean and then drunk the piss from the black cock that had just given her the most exciting fuck of her life. Her legs were raised to prevent the loss of Thomas's seed from her cunt, while her hand stroked the lengthening cock of what I assumed was going to be the next black man to make my wife's pussy his own.

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I watched Kim spread her legs invitingly to this next young man, and he moved between them, positioning his cock to impale her on his rod. I knew he would soon be depositing the second of many loads of black sperm inside my wife's womb. Meanwhile, having just taken her second load, Grant's wife rolled breathlessly off of her latest lover. He stood and took his turn between the bound white husbands, giving me another chance to bury my face in a hot, sweaty, muscular, young, black ass. When both of us had sucked and licked him clean, and after Grant had swallowed his piss, he knelt down beside us, and pulled our faces into his armpits to lick them clean as well.

Things followed this pattern for what seemed like a couple of hours, until each of the women had been thoroughly fucked, taking five loads of cum each in their pussies. The black men had all been cleaned - front and rear - by the two husbands, and Grant and I had each swallowed the piss of five men. Thomas and his brothers were watching the whole spectacle while enjoying their cold malt liquor. Several of the young men were already beginning to stroke their recovering hard-ons. After Grant and I completed our duties on Kim's last lover, Monica announced that it was now time for us to clean up our wives before they each took on the guys they had not yet fucked.

First, Thomas removed the alligator clips from one nipple on each of us. The sudden restoration of blood flow to my left nipple made it feel like it was on fire. Thomas then rearranged the clips so that he clipped to my left nipple the clamp that was attached to the chain leading to my right nipple. The same was done to Grant, and both of us grimaced and groaned with the agony. The two of us were then pulled apart from each other, and our wrist cuffs were separated from behind our backs. Thomas laid me on the floor on my back, with my hands extended above my head, where the wrist cuffs were then rejoined around the bottom of the post at the foot of the bed. Grant was laid out in a similar fashion, with his wrists cuffed around the other footpost. The cords still connecting our bound balls to our bound ankles forced us to keep our knees bent and raised.

Thomas then helped Kim off the bed, and placed her on all fours. Her legs and outstretched arms straddled my body so that her swollen, wet cunt was poised directly over my face. I could see cum smeared all around her lips and dripping down the insides of her thighs. Her anus was also covered with cum that had been forced from her pussy as each cock had been thrust deeply inside her. I licked up the trails of semen that trickled down her thighs as my wife slowly lowered her sodden snatch to my mouth. She held herself just high enough above my mouth that, by craning my neck, I was able to swipe my tongue over her asshole, and clean the globs of sperm that had gathered there. Kim then planted her cunt firmly on my open mouth, and I slipped my tongue inside.

With my nose nestled in the cleft of her ass, I inhaled the by now familiar aroma of man-sweat deposited there from the balls and crotches of five young black men as they fucked my own wife. As my tongue wormed its way inside Kim's distended lips, I tasted the combined juices from all five of those men. My wife had cum so much herself that the scent and taste of her arousal were still very evident, but the bitter flavor of semen was almost overpowering. I lapped up the cum that was now beginning to flow from Kim's pussy, and I felt her squirm and tense above my face. She arched her back, and pushed down, and it felt like she had opened the floodgates. My mouth was inundated with a river of cum that poured from deep inside my wife's pussy. I swallowed again and again, but the semen kept filling my mouth. It coated my tongue and seeped into every corner of my mouth with its sticky, slimy texture. I kept licking and swallowing for what felt like forever, but finally I swallowed the last of it. I was just beginning to relax my tired tongue and throat muscles when my mouth began to fill again, but with a decidedly different flavor and texture. Kim had apparently decided that, if I could drink the piss from her lovers, then I could drink hers as well. I managed to swallow most of her golden liquid, losing only a small amount as I gulped down the rest.

Chapter 8

I lay on the floor, catching my breath after Kim raised her now clean crotch from my face. I turned my head toward where my friend Grant was lying, and I saw that he was taking just a bit longer to complete his clean-up duties than I had. I watched his body tense up, and saw his throat pulse as he swallowed Monica's hot piss. I noticed that his bound, purplish cock was as erect as ever, and still dripping with pre-cum that now formed a small pool on his belly. I realized - and a quick glance confirmed - that my own cock was still in a similar state. I also realized that my bladder was becoming quite full after I had consumed so much fluid in the last - what was it? - two or three hours.

I asked Kim if I could be released to use the toilet, as I really needed to take a piss. She merely laughed, and told me to hold it. She said I was not allowed to piss until I had earned that privilege. Hearing our discussion, Monica asked Grant - who was now able to breathe again - if he needed to piss as well. She pressed her hand on his abdomen, causing Grant to pull his knees up in a reflexive manner. She then laughed and said the same rules applied to him. She made him lick his own pre-cum off of her fingers where they had gotten wet when she had pressed against his belly.

"Actually," Monica said to Kim, "I think we might be able to relieve some of the pressure on the boys here, for a little while, at least. I'm sure those plugs up their asses are making it a bit harder to hold their water."

Kim said that sounded like a good idea, so each woman grabbed the base of the plug that was firmly embedded in her husband's rectum. Kim pulled the plug outward with a steady pressure, stretching my anal opening wide as the plug began to exit my body. The feeling was so similar to the act of taking a dump that my bladder involuntarily reacted by squeezing a small amount of urine up my urethra. Luckily, I was able to clamp down quickly enough to prevent a full flow from beginning, and the liquid simply thinned the stream of pre-cum that was already flowing from my cock. The act of clamping down also forced the plug from my anus. Kim remarked that the vibrating had all but stopped, so I must have worn out the batteries. Monica examined the warm plug she had extracted from her husband's ass, and agreed that we had just about outlasted the Energizers.

He removal of the butt plug DID accord me some relief from the pressure on my bladder, although I was still feeling awfully full. I looked over at Grant, and saw that Monica was running her finger over his asshole. "We'll see that this gets some more attention later on," she told her husband. "Right now, though, it's time I got my own ass stretched a bit. I think I'll give you a good view of things this time - up close, and very personal!" With that, Monica resumed her squatting position over Grant's face, then leaned forward so that she was on all fours with her clit poised directly above his mouth. I watched as Thomas moved into a kneeling position behind Monica, and began to rub the tip of his hard organ against her anal pucker. He slid the swollen head up and down the crack of Monica's ass, and I could see the loose skin covering his cock move back and forth over the hard shaft. His balls were hanging practically in Grant's eyes, and they rubbed across his nose with each upstroke. Then, just as Thomas began to press the head firmly against Monica's asshole, my view was blocked by my wife's thigh as she knelt over my face, straddling my head with her knees.

I looked up to find her pussy being lowered, once again, to my mouth. Behind her I could see what appeared to be Tony aiming his thick, dark erection at Kim's anus. He began to rub his cockhead against the tight opening, wetting it with his own lubrication in preparation for taking my wife anally. I could not believe that this huge cock was going to fit inside Kim's snug rear passage, and that I was going to be viewing this assault at point-blank range. Kim pushed her hardening clit against my lips while Tony continued to slicken her sphincter with his juices. I licked the length of her pussy, feeling Tony's scrotum against my nose as I stretched to reach the hindmost part of her slit. I could smell and taste her increasing excitement.