The Package pt.3 (Patreon)

Hi all!

This one is also a commission, and continues 'The Package' series. Whilst Kelly and Bill plan their ring shopping, Collin limps home after his heavy evening at the Forest Delivery warehouse expecting the worst. What will he say to his wife? And is the woman who cuckolded him still there? Meanwhile, Manita returns back to another housewife who barely had time to process their first meeting. Will she be able to resist this time?

                    Next on the list is the final 'Community Service'. I'll try to make sure to finish it, unless it runs over 20,000 words, in which case it may need to be split into a further triple finale episode! Hopefully It'll squeeze into one bumper episode tying up the loose ends nicely.

            Hope you all enjoy 'The Package pt.3!'

                          TSG123 x

(P.S. Contains Male on female/male domination and cuckolding.)

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The Package pt.3

Out in the suburbs, just before the houses began to slide towards mansions, and gardens turn from healthy squares to acres, a beautiful woman hung up wet clothes on a drying rack out on the deck of a canary yellow three-story house, just a little too luxurious to be quaint despite the maple wood deck and flowers arranged outside. A summer dress accented long legs and a buxom body, her southern bell looks easily enough to catch a neighbour’s eye.

Jackie placed another dress out on the rack.

She knew that she could use the dryer inside… but they had always hung clothes up outside the trailer during summer when she was younger, and it calmed her to do so.

A tendril of blond hair slipped from the bun she had placed it in, railing against the confines of suburban drudgery.

Her body worked instinctively whilst her mind wandered.

‘Am I a terrible wife?.....’

One of her husband’s light-brown shirts slipped through her fingers.

“Oh Dayum-it!”

She bent over, picked it up off the beautifully varnished wood, and burped.

“HHuurghhh!”

It was unlady-like and foul, and she felt a humiliating thrill run through her as the taste of semen rose up in her sinuses. Hands shaking, she smoothed out her husband’s crisp shirt that formed part of his sheriff uniform and glanced around, checking the neighbour’s far-off windows.

They wouldn’t know. Why would they? Of course a woman burping in her own back yard would not be suspicious… No-one could smell her breath from here! Despite this, a shiver ran through her body as her mind took her straight back to an hour earlier as she picked another of her husband’s wet shirts from the laundry basket.

There had been something significant about the look in the delivery woman’s eye as she smiled a friendlier smile than one would expect…

Manita. That was how she introduced herself, along with a more-than-personal hug.

Jackie felt warmth flow to between her legs, and swallowed saliva that now had a nasty hint of cum-smell mixed in.

Manita’s cum.

The memory of sucking a stranger’s cock an hour ago was so vivid that Jackie found herself unable to focus on the shirt she was resting dazedly on the drying rack, her mind plummeting back into that moment when Manita had stepped across the doorway and rubbed her arm.

“My God girl, you might be the sexiest white girl I ever met!”

Whatever the package was no longer mattered, lying forgotten outside the door.

The way Manita pronounced ‘girl’ as ‘gyal’ with her Caribbean accent was so exotic that Jackie felt rather swept away in a way she’d not felt since that single trip to Hawaii, shortly before she’d met Noah. This woman filled the frame of the front door in a way that her husband simply couldn’t match, although not an ounce of fat seemed to have formed around her stomach, instead possessing the front silhouette of an Olympic athlete with the side-profile of a pornstar.

“Oh well… I wouldn’t say that!..”

“Oh come come….. Your husband a lucky man, girl….”

Jackie realised she was looking up instead of straight at Manita, the woman well over six-foot, eye level instead with large breasts were protruding out in front, hugged to her figure by a blue crop top that was doing an incredible job keeping them stable. She shouldered the black ‘Forest Deliveries’ jacket from her shoulders, causing even more distraction for Jackie…. The woman’s upper body and pronounced chest was far more enticing than anything that had been offered in a long time, especially in a small town like this.

“You gotta nice place… I hope you don’ mind me looking around?”

“N-no… not at all…”

A murmur escaped her lips as Manita threw the jacket on the coat rack and brushed her hand as she did so, the small amount of contact like someone had zapped her with a taser, the hairs standing up  on her arm.

“Oh Lord, you’ve been blessed….. in more ways than one, eh?”

She checked Jackie’s body from top to bottom with such brazen disregard for civilities that Jackie had no idea how to react with such up-front flirting.

“Uh…. I suppose… b-but you’re also….”

“Oh girl, I know,” she tittered, turning and bending over so Jackie felt her stomach flip as the woman’s ass exploded through the exercise booty-shorts, skin-tight. Her ass was so firm and muscled that she might have been able to model them, had her ass not been simply too attention-wresting to concentrate on anything else.

Jackie felt drool threatening to spill from the corners of her mouth.

“Uhh…”

Manita straightened herself and began to walk up the stairs as Jackie looked up in disbelief.

“Come come Jackie… ya not gonna show me where the magic happens?”

“…..Uhh magic?”

Manita leaned back.

“… Don’ tell me ya shy now?”

“I’m… I’m not shy…”

“I know girl… come with me.”

Every movement was sultry, each pump and step upwards perfectly controlled. Jackie found herself purposefully swallowing saliva.

‘Who IS this woman?! Why am I letting her into the house…. Then again, I’d just be alone otherwise.…’

She found herself following Manita all the way to the master bedroom, where the woman immediately strode in as if she owned it.

“Here ah?...”

“Uh… yes… my…. OUR, bedroom…”

Manita’s fluorescent yellow shoes had a healthy layer of dirt on the undersides, now depressed in the white carpet, and Jackie looked down in surprise at the black footprints now perfectly smudged leading from the front door all the way to the bedroom window looking out onto the quiet street, then to the floral-white king-sized bed.

As she walked around, Jackie couldn’t help feeling quite jealous of the woman’s toned legs and ass, so ripe and juicy that it looked good enough to bite.

“Ey, girl?”

Jackie jerked out of her reverie to see Manita staring questioningly at her.

“OH.. yeah…. What…?”

Manita spread that glorious, thick-lipped smile across her face.

“Bet that bed gets a lot of action, eh?”

“Oh.. well…. sometimes….” Jackie said, her face blossoming with warmth.

‘Why would I say that?!?….’

This woman made things that should have been strange feel natural. Perhaps thinking back, Jackie should have realised the danger.

Manita walked back up to Jackie so her chin was at her forehead, looking down with big, brown eyes and a dangerous grin.

“Only sometimes?”

“Well… I-I don’t know if we should be talking about this…”

A large hand brushed her cheek.

“Why? S’just us here…”

Heat from her body seemed to be transmitting into Jackie’s, who let out a flustered smile, a little more of her pretty blond hair escaping the bun.

“… just us.”

Jackie found herself leaning awkwardly into the woman’s touch.

“I… we haven’t…”

“I bet it’s been a while eh girl?” she said softly, huge black lips close enough to kiss Jackie on the forehead.

“Y… yes…” she whispered.

“I can show you some things….”

Jackie squirmed.

“Oh, I’m… I don’t think…”

“I bet you like it doggy style eh?”

The words jolted her, and she felt a heavy flush come to her cheeks, stepping back.

“D…?! excuse me?!..”

Jackie laughed.

“You do eh? C’mon, I think you like it like a dog… dirty girl…”

“… I-I can’t believe you!”

“Oh, believe me,” she shot back, winking, “I know ladies like you.”

Everything she did was drilling straight into Jackie’s eyeballs, maintaining heavy eye contact, leaning forwards, cinching her chest together so that her tits looked even bigger and more aggressive.

‘What am I doing… why did I even let her in here!’

Manita stepped in, and Jackie found her space invaded by Manita’s breasts touching her chin, the smell of a woman’s sweaty musk suddenly more prominent. She was provocative in all the ways that were missing from Jackie’s life in that moment, and it weakened her knees enough to make her tremble.

“Believe me girl…. I’m gonna show you things you never thought of…”

Manita took her hand.

‘Oh Lord forgive me…’

Her heart beat faster as it was drawn between Manita’s legs.

‘Is.. Am I going to touch a pussy?’

Jackie didn’t know if she wanted to touch one…. Or if she did, whether that would be weird… she’d not really fantasised about-

Her hand touched something hard, and hot, and rigid.

“Uhm….?”

It felt like a cock… but it couldn’t be, because it was way, WAY bigger than any cock she’d felt, or even seen.

“That’s… a funny joke!” she muttered, although her hand remained locked on the object the whole time, a lump growing in her throat.

“It ain’t no joke,” Manita murmured, her smile disappearing.

Jackie looked up at Manita, and then down at the bulge…. And her stomach flipped as she saw she was holding what could only be described as a concealed weapon of mass destruction; A  shadowy shape in the shorts that looked like it might unfurl from its cave at any second like a mythical creature.

She gulped.

“That… is……?”

Manita leaned in and put her lips to Jackie’s ear.

“Why don’tcha take ‘er out for some air?”

In her head, Jackie put her foot down.

‘No. This is the line. I’m Jackie. I’m a married woman… I’m….’

Her hand tenderly trailed around the edges of the bulge, trying to understand the dimensions of it.

‘… curious… it feels huge.. surely it can’t be real?’

She bit her lip as she subtly rubbed underneath to see if she could feel the weight.

‘I’d have to take it out to feel it really…. But I can’t do that! My husband…’

Her fingers didn’t move.

“Go on,” Manita whispered.

Jackie gulped, but she already knew what was going to happen. She had to see.

Steady fingers began to pull at the waistband of Manita’s leggings. The woman waited steadily for Jackie to finish her work, offering no assistance as Jackie pulled the leggings down, revealing the monster which slapped up against her chin.

“HOHh-!”

“Mmmmhm,” Manita grinned in agreement.

Saliva filled Jackie’s mouth as she beheld a black cock twice as big as the biggest cock she’d ever seen in the flesh (and possibly three times the size of her husband’s), a veiny, ridged monster with a purple head; a bruiser made to mould women to its will, not merely impregnate them.

A tremor.

Back in the present one of the socks escaped her clutches, and Jackie muttered furiously to herself as she crouched down and retrieved it from the deck, trying to push her deplorable, lust-sodden actions from earlier that day.

As she held the black sock in her hands, she stroked it.

Against the milky whiteness of her skin, it almost looked like…

She closed her eyes.

Her white hands were once again clutching the black shaft; perfection. Balance. Ying and yang.

The bedroom carpet was soft on her knees, the cock hot and heavy in her fingers. Slightly wrinkled skin, with a vein throbbing against her pinkie, almost as thick. It felt like staring a cyclops python in the eye, watching as the huge appendage seemed to grow before her, hardening between her fingertips.

“Jesus…”

“Jesus don’ have nothing to do with it,” Manita grinned, stroking her head, “come girl…”

Jackie felt a certainty in this moment that had somehow eluded her for her entire adult life…. That nagging feeling in the back of her mind that there was more to explore ready to be sated…. Deeper pleasures that had been waiting just out of reach on the horizon had arrived.

No more intrigue. Now she was about to find out for real.

Jackie stared once more at the ring on her left finger, as it rubbed against a black cock, before slipping it quickly from her finger.

“Keep it on.”

“Huh?”

Manita was smirking down at her.

“Keep it on…. I want you to look at it and think of me when you wear it.”

Jackie let out a guilty smile, and placed the ring back on her finger, wrapping it around the shaft once more.

‘This is so wrong….’

Yet just holding the sheer weight of it was making an ache grow between her legs. She could feel it, the anticipation building… she didn’t even know how far she wanted to go, but her imagination was already flying ahead, everything in her body heating up, slipping up the gears to a higher circuit of adrenaline. The simple silver band looked so pretty on her hand. It looked even prettier when said hand was clutching a black dick.

She moved her hand up and down gently.

Manita barely quivered.

“Mmm… Come on girl…. I know you want it more than dat…”

She tightened her fingers.

Manita sighed.

“Mmm…”

Jackie squeezed harder… and began to jerk a little more robustly. Huffed breathes began to emerge from Manita’s throat, as she cupped a breast through her top.

‘I wonder what she looks like out of her bra…’

She began to jerk it.

shick…. shick …

It pulsed in her hand, and the woman standing over her shivered, fighting to hold back the aggression so this cock-hungry housewife slut could come to realise what she needed all along was a thick black dick in her mouth. Jackie felt sweat coming as she began to wring the cock like she was trying to wring water out of a towel, squeezing hard whilst jerking hard, applying a gentle twist that brought an utterance of surprise from Manita’s throat.

“Hhu-UUGHhh.. Oh baby…..”

‘There.… she likes that..’

She did it again, a gentle twist. The hand in her hair tightened, and she whimpered.

“Uhh!”

“Oh baby…”

Manita’s voice was getting deeper, her breaths quickening.

“… You got such pretty lips… I don’ want you wasting them.”

She began to gently pull her head towards the sausage.

“Come taste it…. You’ll like it.”

Jackie’s heart began to pound as she allowed herself to be guided forwards. Honestly, if the hand had released her, she probably would have been pulled in by the gravity of the object in front of her anyway. As it came even closer to her face, Jackie felt a heavy miasma of cock that nearly knocked her out, blinking through what felt like a rip-roaring stench of salty tang.

“Hhhohh…”

“Yeah, betta go slow girl.”

She should have been scared, or morally outraged… but she couldn’t summon any of it, swallowing a knot of tension as she leaned forwards, saliva gathering under her tongue despite the powerful stench.

‘I’m doing this… am doing this?… I’m… doing this….Ohh...’

The moment it touched her lips, she knew it was different. She knew she’d made a choice she could never come back from - the right choice. It felt spongy like a mushroom, but as she widened her lips and descended, there was a hardness that made her tummy tingle; a thickness that felt just right filling her mouth.

“MMmph.”

Heavy masculine flavours filled her sinuses, and she grimaced as a concentrated dose drooled out of the tip of the weapon, onto her tongue.

“GLMPhh… Ghghhhgl…”

She had to scrunch her face up to swallow the jizz… but the moment it slipped down her throat, something in her released.

‘Oh that was disgusting… so filth and masculine and powerful.. and..….’

Her tongue flicked out and she shivered as it rubbed across the tangy head of Manita’s cock.

‘… maybe a little more to check…’

She pressed her face onto the weapon, and felt the stinking head press eagerly to the edge of her throat.

“Mmpghh…..”

Sucking this dick was unlike any other she’d tried… especially her husbands, which would have been almost laughable in comparison.

“MMglh..”

It filled her mouth completely, and when she came to realise with complete clarity the position she was in – on her knees for a mammoth cock-sporting black woman, it triggered something deeply animalistic.

Her lips squeezed willingly around the organ.

Her hands came to start jerking the rest.

As her cheeks vacuumed in, Manita felt a brutal suction that caught her off guard, bent over by the sheer enthusiasm of Jackie as the woman looked up with bulging eyes, greedily sucking her cock with a fanatical vigour.

She was beginning to love it. Basking in it, less than a metre from where she and her husband slept.

Slowly, she began to suck back and forth.

“GLph-Glh-“

SChlllick-schliick-

“Ohhh, yeah girl….”

Spurred on, the white woman began to bounce on her knees as she pushed her head forwards and back, forwards and back. The black cock slid across her tongue, clogged her throat, made her gag. It turned out that the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure she gleaned from the attempt, trying once more to push it all the way, but it simply wouldn’t go, and she whimpered as she reversed course rapidly, coming to the head with excitement through the coughs and splutters.

Her gaze briefly swept over the photograph on her dresser, of their wedding day, with her and Noah’s smiling expressions.

“Ohhh… looks like you ain’ had this before eh?” Manita chuckled.

“Mmm-Mmm,” Jackie hummed, shaking her head, eyes switching to the python at the edge of her lips… before pressing her face back onto it. This time she gargled so hard down the shaft that a crazed look crossed her face, her eyes widening, brow furrowing, furiously trying to devour the sausage she was feeding herself.

A pornstar would have been proud of her performance.

Jackie could never have imagined doing this before… now, she realised it was the purest form of guilty pleasure that she could think of. The electricity running through her body accelerated, reaching a higher voltage as she slurped and bobbed her head. All the suburban stuffiness, the boredom, the village meetings and occasional work gatherings with her husband… all of it was blown away by the taste and presence of Manita in her mouth, the only priority to coax out more juice from this mandingo dick.

She pressed forwards… aiming to get it all in this time.

‘I can do this…’

Manita huffed, trying to control her arousal as spittle began to flow freely across her cock and down Jackie’s chin, the woman giving into complete debasement.

The cock came to her throat and she spluttered.

Back. Forwards.

It came to her throat, and she opened up… a few inches deeper.

Her eyes widened in excitement.

This time she jerked the base of the cock furiously, pushing with all her might.

“GLLLPPHHHH!”

With whoreish swamp-noises, the spit-ridden salami pressed down her throat, and Jackie looked up in self-disgust and victory staring triumphantly with a messy, wild face into the eyes of the woman who she was currently deep-throating all the way to the base of her groin…. Before two heavy balls patted her chin.

‘YES!’

“GLLLMMMMMPHHHHHH!”

“Ohhh ma Lord…”

Manita rippled, and something warm and wet squirted down Jackie’s throat.

“GLPH-“

A personal triumph the likes of which had been denied to a kept women such as Jackie made her flush alongside the cum trickling down her throat, and, with her heart pounding, she pulled her face all the way to the very tip of Manita’s cock… and reversed course, making the entire black snake disappear back in her mouth.

She couldn’t believe how much she was loving this cock in her mouth. Her husband would be lucky to get birthday blowjobs, let alone a weekday. Now the ache between her legs was so bad that as she went up and down, she began to slide under her dress and slip her fingers down into soaking wet underwear, touching the folds begging for attention.

“Glllmph… GLLLlllmph…..”

When she reached the base again, she swirled her tongue along the thickest part of the base, feeling the vein pulsing along the side.

“Ohhhhh SHIT woman,” Manita gasped, losing her footing slightly as she reached out to grab the bedside table, pleasure causing her legs to shake.

Jackie doubled down, slurping the cock like it was a cherry-flavoured lollipop, tongue swirling across the mushroomed head, every flick eliciting little whimpers from the woman towering over her, but perhaps not in complete control. She sent a hurricane of saliva-drenched lips up and down, power-cleaning the cock like a one-woman electric carwash, so loud and unabashed that Manita was almost blushing, glancing out the window in case anyone heard a woman moaning from the depths of her belly.

Sucking her husband’s cock made her feel like a dutiful wife.

Sucking Manita’s cock made her feel like a dirty whore.

She knew for sure now which she preferred.

“MMMMMmgghhhh-“

She moaned into it, engaging in deep suction and feeling warmth spread between her legs as a moan travelled from Manita’s belly straight into Jackie’s mouth.

‘Holy shit.’

This didn’t feel like she was sucking a small implement on the outside of someone’s body. It felt… connected. Like her essence was pulsing through it, causing her whole body to react.

Her fingers played with the folds of her sex, stimulating, playing there.

Every time Manita throbbed or grunted, Jackie’s clit would ache fiercely. Her fingers circled around the ache and then attacked it as she sucked with a ferocious moan louder than anything she’d managed with her husband, saliva basting her mouth as she felt a splash of warm liquid shoot onto her tongue.

“GLMPH-MMMMPHhh-!”

The tangy seed rolled sluttily around in her mouth, Jackie basking in her own submission. She rolled her tongue through it, as well as spreading it like mayonnaise across the cock once or twice for extra flavour before sucking it back again, and swallowing. Little spit bubbles ran through the homemade lubricant, little patches of pooled white showing a stronger consistency of ejaculate in some places.

Her eyebrows furrowed, expecting more. A chuckle vibrated her head through the penis as she looked up at a grinning Manita, sweat dappling her ruby cheeks.

“Oh.. ya think that was it?... That’s just the pre girl…”

“MmmmmMM?!?”

Her lips vibrated around the shaft in anguish and unashamed delight. That was her pre-cum?

Her eyebrows furrowed as the entire purpose of Jackie’s existence became nothing more than lighting the fuse for an explosion of cum that in her mind was already filling the crevasses of her face, throat and stomach.

She doubled down with such a tigerish growl that Manita almost whimpered as the lips around her dick tried to cut off the circulation. Jackie’s face almost turned purple as she sucked, her fingers coming underneath to delicately feather the woman’s balls in a way that pulled a desperate moan from Manita’s lips.

“hHUHHG-“

Jackie pulled her face to the head of her cock, knees grazing the carpet as she rocked back and forth, and brought two hands to chug the base with both hands linked like a tower supporting the first five inches, the rest in her mouth.

‘Oh yes… cum in me….’

Manita staggered, but Jackie didn’t let up, keeping the standing figure pinned against her face by firmly pulling the balls back to her. The taller woman doubled over in pain and pleasure as Jackie looked up with a desperate, mewling plea in her eyes, her own fingers sliding back between her legs.

‘PLEASE CUM IN ME… PLEASE..’

“CCHMMMNNMNGGHHH-“

“Oh shit girl-“ Manita grunted, a zombified look spreading across her face… and then she bucked.

A volcano of hot jizz blew up inside Jackie’s mouth. The first wave covered everything and filled her head all the way to the back of her throat, almost overflowing through her nostrils. Harsh, stinking tang was everywhere, a thick creamy soup that congealed as she tried to swallow. Somehow she gulped just in time to receive another bomb, and soon she was doing nothing except gulping to stay alive, tears streaking down her cheeks as she tried not to think about her burning lungs.

The two spasmed. Manita pumped her hips against Jackie’s face.

Jackie whined, her fingers vibrating against the sea of wetness in her underwear and bringing a crescendo. Liquid flowed over her fingers, dripping onto the floor from her vagina as hot, thick seed barrelled into her mouth, submerging her tongue in a cum river as she continued desperately quaffing pints of jizz.

“GLHHG-GLLH-GLLHHp-“

“OOHHhhuhHHHRRRRggHHhh…”

The feeling of having her mouth on a pulsing hose was scary and yet hit straight to the most addictive, cavewoman pleasure centres of her brain. Big cock - Suck.

Her senses abandoned her. No sight nor sound mattered. Not the rustle of the carpet nor the tensed, sweaty abs in front of her face. Her lips were spread wide. Her throat desperately swallowing the torrent of foul custard threatening to clog it. Her nostrils and taste buds were overwhelmed by a cum-stink so heavy that it felt like her head was encase in a sauna with just a sweating, ejaculating penis for company.

She moaned so loud and with such intensity that Manita briefly wondered if she’d hurt the girl beneath her, before feeling the furious clamping down of slutty lips even harder at the base, almost cutting off the river prematurely.

“HHHUhhh-“

She doubled over, gripping Jackie’s hair, and pulling the woman who had cum running from her nostrils, eyes bulging as she even tried to resist being un-impaled on a cock.

Just as she felt the stream might start to die, Manita pulled the cock back and let it rip across her face. Jackie froze as hot icing spurted from the piss-slit straight onto her forehead, or rather her forehead and everything around it, the stream powerful enough to hit like someone had slapped her, dousing her entire head in a sticky ooze that smelt to high heaven and would turn out to be horrendous getting off.

The stream came to a close. Jackie couldn’t see. She could just feel the warm cum cooling on her face, dripping in waves down her chin. Hear Manita’s heavy breathing above matching her own.

‘Wow... wowwhat.... what have I done.....’

The warmth in her chest was matched by her fingers which she brought from between her legs, drenched. The shame that pierced that warmth filled her entire being as she came to terms with what had just happened.

“Hhgoh.. mmggohg...”

Then a powerful arm wrapped around her, and she bleated as she was lifted.

“Mmugh.”

Then she was being placed on all fours on the softness of her bed….

“Glwhhag?!”

‘Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…’

A huge, wet object was placed at the entrance to her pussy.

“Gllh shhlghitt-!!“

Jackie felt cum rolling from her mouth down onto her chin as she moaned, shaking.

‘Oh SHIT!’

It felt humungous back there.

‘Surely it can’t fit?!?!?’

It pressed…. And Jackie whimpered in terror, immediately reaching back to try and stop it.

“GLlmmlhp!”

There was no way.

Manita grunted, and pushed harder.

“GLLMph!”

“Guhhh… fuck girl, ya tight…..”

Jackie’s whimper reached dog-whistle pitch, and she pulled herself forwards, still knelt on the bed.

“Mmnoo…..”

Behind her, an ominous growl came.

“Grrugh… ya a bad girl teasin’ me y’know….. Maybe I should-“

Dingdingdingdinnnnngggg!

The ringer was loud and unpleasant, even from the hallway. Manita looked up and growled.

“-…. shit… you lucky girl.”

Jackie whipped her hand down, and Jackie felt a sharp pain on her ass and bleated as she was spanked twice.

SMACK-SMACK

“OOhhn! AIIGH!”

“I gotta go… and yeh sucked me good girl… so I’m goin’ to let your pussy stay cute… for now.”

She strode to the bedroom door.

“Be seeyin’ ya soon girl…”

Jackie didn’t respond, instead raising shaking hands to touch the warm custard slathered across her face, listening to the quick steps of the delivery woman who had cum down her throat echo from the staircase.

***

Collin Russek blinked slowly, setting tired eyes on the driveway of no.43, W Reade Ave, creeping towards the postal van parked outside. He adjusted his butthole on the leather seats, wincing. It still burned. Then again, not surprising considering how considerably wider it was now that Dunya had fucked him in the ass.

As he stopped, taking a moment to think of what he might say to his wife, if he could say anything… and perhaps rest his battered body, he regarded the van for a moment. Tired eyes widened as he realised the significance of it, silhouetted by a setting sun which seemed to bring an ominous presence to its bulk.

What would he say? What could he say to the woman who had cucked him… or his wife, who had been sucking on a black cock whilst he had been-

‘No.’

Slender fingers trembled as his thoughts snapped back to Dunya’s soft breasts against his face; her hand gripping his bicep…. The devilish look in her eye as her thick cock throbbed against his inner walls.

A palpitation ran through his heart.

Collin swallowed, and squirmed in the car seat, his asshole sore beyond belief and still full of a woman’s cum.

‘Don’t think about it…. Just go and talk to Sally.’

As he summoned up the courage to creep the car to the far side of the driveway… Collin realised another car was parked in his driveway. One that he didn’t recognise.

‘Someone else…?’

Now his imagination was going into overdrive. What if there were more women with huge cocks inside? What if his wife was under a pile of huge, swollen glands, all slapping her in the face, entering her… pleasuring her.

The nerves zipped through his body with such intensity that he could barely park the car, nor limp the ten steps to the front door. He didn’t want to think about the potential wet spot forming on his backside, his ass leaking another person’s jizz.

‘DON’T… THINK ABOUT IT!’

Click

As he stepped into the lobby, nothing obvious could be heard-

“Mm-“

A sweat droplet crept down his neck. The sound of someone moaning from upstairs.

“Mm-hh-“

“S… sally?” he ventured.

Nothing.

“S… SALLY?......”

A pregnant pause.

“…..Come up darling!”

Collin let out a long breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. She called him darling…

“Right….. right..”

“Mmm-mm-!”

He paused halfway up. That sounded like a man… a man moaning?

Collin’s brows furrowed. It was one thing his wife being fucked by a woman, but he’d be damned if another man….

His gait lengthened, striding up the stairs, until his legs turned to jelly, and he fell to his hands and knees. The aches in his glutes and thighs weren’t sensations he was used to, and it seemed that his lack of experience being… penetrated… was not easily dealt with.

Crawling to the landing, his eyes rested upon an open door down the hall, and on the side of the bed sat a monster.

The breath in his lungs froze solid.

She was gigantic.

It was her. The owner of the big black cock…..

She stared with a grin, wider than the frame of the doorway with her bulk, legs wide… and between her legs, with their head contained in a brutal-looking grip, controlled by their fake-blond coloured hair….  Not a woman, but a man… a butt-naked man sporting a rather tragic fake tan…

“Hello cuck,” the woman growled.

“Gllh-ghll.. GLHH-“

Collin’s mouth dropped open.

“Wait…”

A gargle came from the unseen face of the man, directly over the huge black woman’s crotch, and Collin realised the man must have been ingesting the entire length of the woman’s appendage, because he was buried in her pubic hair, flush against her groin. He was also still wearing some rather gaudy rings.

“F…. Frank?”

Frank Russel, his brother, squirmed and whined into the woman’s crotch.

“Mmghhl!”

Collin couldn’t believe it. His brother had met the same fate as he had… if not worse. Alena seemed to be even bigger than Dunya… and she was the woman who had fucked his wife.

“Hello darling.”

Collin’s mouth dropped as his wife stepped in front of the weaselly snivels coming from his brother’s mouth, smiling at him. She stood, naked and unashamed, wearing only a gossamer robe which trailed over her back, a set of jewellery on her wrists and neck.

And she looked… different.

He had to blink, because her body seemed almost unnaturally fertile, as if she were a flower bursting into full bloom in summer. Her breasts seemed larger, the nipples engorged and bruised pink. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, and between her legs a spot of white could be seen where her pink flower leaked… with someone else’s semen.

Collin barely had time to contend with his wife’s pussy leaking cum, when another moan from the room paused his thoughts… and was followed up by a lurid squelch.

“D… darling?”

His wife smiled.

“Welcome home darling…. Did you make any new friends whilst you were out?”

Collin had never felt his cheeks boil to the intensity they did now, so embarrassed that he could only stare at her knees.

“I…. saw you….”

“Yes, and I saw you naked next to another woman.”

She cocked her head.

“She looked big…. she didn’t fuck you, did she darling?”

Collin couldn’t speak. The embarrassment, and the bubbling of self-loathing in his gut wouldn’t dissipate. His eyes fell to the floor.

“I… well, well she….”

A pair of feet appeared on the floor in front of him. He looked up into the sopping wet, leaking pussy of his wife, and a hand came to his hair.

“I suppose we’re both cucks now,” she murmured, a gentle smile on her face.

He looked up hopefully into his wife’s eyes.

“Well… I’m.. sorry…”

She licked her lips, and Collin realised that her breathing was heavy, and saliva had collected at the corners of her so-often tight lips… his wife was in heat in a way he’d never even fathomed before.

“Well, I’m not sorry at all….now, could you keep your cock-sucking mouth open? I’ve got a present for you…”

Colling felt his wife pull with a strength that he had not felt before, and gasped as he was thrust face-first into the stink of a vagina which had been filled with cream. The tangs of cum and pussy juice intertwined zinged on his tongue, and he moaned as the day’s tolls all came down on his head.. and he began to suck the moisture into his mouth, sobbing.

“MMglh.. mh..hghh….”

“Ohhh I still love you darling,” Sally moaned, clutching his head tight between her legs as she ground her sex against his face, making sure to baste every last inch of his face with her effluence.

He moaned, his worries flowing away as he lapped like a dog at his wife’s desecrated sex. Somewhere close-by someone gagged, but it felt a million miles away as Sally pumped her hips against Collin’s face. He’d never eaten her pussy before, and as her juices ran down his chin he wondered why he’d never done this before. Perhaps if he had, he wouldn’t be sucking someone else’s cum out of her soaking wet sex. But then again... there was something so sinful about it that he hadn’t thought of before...

His tongue pushed out through the glaze and poked the middle of her vagina, licking upwards.

Sally went rigid like a lightning bolt had hit her.

“Y-yes... there...” she croaked.

He attacked the spot in the middle.

“N-no....”

She pulled him forcibly upwards, jamming her pussy against him in just the place she wanted.

“There,” she hissed.

He swirled his tongue.

“Good.... d-darling!....”

He aimed his tongue at the spot, but it seemed less like he was giving her pleasure than she was using him like a sex toy, grinding her hips up against him so his entire head was basted in slippery stink. Collin’s hand came down to his groin and clutched at the hardness through his pants, the ache in his asshole barely noticed as he just let his wife fuck his face.

Then she bucked, and he felt a waterfall flow over his face as Sally cried to the ceiling.

“OOOUHHHhhhhhnn-“

It was incredible feeling her shake, an experience that he had only achieved a few times in their few sexual escapades, feeling the full flow of her passion washing down over his nose and cheeks, shooting his tongue out to lick through it.

After a few seconds the gushing slowed, and Sally managed to catch her breath, chest pulsating as she removed her husband’s head from her crotch, now possessing the veneer of a swamp.

They stared into each other’s eyes with a fierce passion that had not existed in years.

“I love you,” she whispered.

He gulped down the mouthful of her pussy juice he’d just collected.

“.mmglhhj... lllove you tooo....”

It was at that moment that they heard a moan behind them, and turned to see Frank tapping out on Alena’s thigh, his eyes bulging as she grunted.

Alena looked displeased, although it was hard to tell. Her face looked fairly mean as standard.

“Useless little slut.”

Her voice was deep. Collin shuddered.

She pulled Frank upwards from her cock, and Collin let out an animal whimper as he realised who and what was sitting on his marriage bed. The big black cock the slid free was twelve inches long, and slathered in pre-cum and spit.

Frank staggered back, spluttering.

“Cghho.. I-I’ll go... won’t tell....”

Alena let out a low growl, like a lion warning a competitor to back down, and the entire bedframe creaked as she stood up on her feet. Her cock pointed out, drooping due to its weight.

“I didn’t say ye could go.”

“O-oh... but... but...”

Sally butted in with a drawl.

“I’m not surprised... you were always a waste of space.”

Frank looked at her in shock. She placed her hand in Collin’s hair and stroked it. Collin looked up in awe. He knew she had reservations about his brother, but had never aired them. In fact this new, confident woman felt just like her new mode of clothing – undressed. Baring herself with pride.

It must have been this that was making her breasts look a little bigger... and her ass?... she looked...... fertile. Voluptuous. Gorgeous.

“At least I know I got the right one.”

The disdain was clear in her voice, and she looked down upon her husband.

“Isn’t that right?”

“Y... yes?” he murmured.

She crouched down then, and Collin met her eyes as he heard Alena grab something from a strap bag and stomp over to Frank. Frank whimpered, but Sally kept Collin’s head facing her.

“I want you to feel her too darling.”

Collin’s mouth dropped, as he looked over at Alena, and felt pure panic work his limbs as he saw her strapping a ball gag around Frank’s face, before bringing out a pair of handcuffs.

Click-click

“You ain’t worth my time yet.... so yer gonna get trained. The girls at the warehouse get real antsy... reckon they’ll learn you some manners!“

“mMMMMMM!!!”

Frank shrieked into the ball-gag, but Alena shut him up with a cuff across his head. Collin’s voice came out whispered and harsh, almost spitting the words out as he scramble to his feet.

“Oh no-nono-no-on-on-“

Alena moved fast. Scary fast. She was on him in two strides, and Collin almost screamed as he was grabbed by bear paws and forced down to his knees, before the second monster dick of the day was presented in front of him. The dick that had ruined his wife’s pussy.

It was dark brown, shiny, and hovering in front of his nostrils. The sheer whiff of it reeked of masculinity.

“Relax sugar… Your wife’s master is home.”

He looked up with teary eyes, then flinched as a hand found his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” his wife whispered, “I’ll help.”

She came to her knees next to him, and gently took the tool in her hands. They looked beautiful contrasted with the darkness of it, Collin watching, spellbound, as she raised it up between them.

“Let’s do it together,” she whispered.

She approached as if they were about to kiss, but her lips were intercepted by the side of a huge black cock, which she smooched delicately, almost with reverence for a holy object.

“Your turn.”

Collin gazed into the eyes of his loving wife, seeing a tenacity and excitement that he hadn’t seen in years… and up at the smirking black woman who had cuckolded him in his own home. A shiver ran down his spine seeing how she reached the ceiling, making him feel even smaller. He almost jumped out of his skin as a hand slipped around his penis, and he saw his wife’s ring shining on her finger as she gently jerked his rock-hard four-inch penis.

“Chop-chop darling,” she murmured. “Let’s not pretend you’re man enough to fight this.”

The emasculation of that sentence sent a brief surge of anger through him, his temple pulsing as his manhood was questioned… and then his eyes homed in on a penis three times his size, and he sobbed, feeling his cock pulse in his wife’s hand. He was about to kiss the cock that fucked his own wife… and there was nothing he could do about it.

He closed his eyes, and moved his head forward. Wet lips barely grazed the skin of the thing.

Collin leaned back again. His heart was pounding. His hands were shaking.

‘I did it.’

Was this his life now?

“Well done honey… now do it again. For me.”

He looked at his wife’s encouraging expression, screwed up his face…. And kissed again. A little more contact this time. For the first time he felt the heat of the thing. Fear rose up in him.

“Again darling.”

He leaned forwards and kissed it on the shaft, eyes open this time, slower.

Hard. So hard. And it felt humungous, and looked even bigger. Like the horizon was simply all a drooping black line with ridges and veins grooved through it, the skin taut so he could see each individual strand of muscular fibre keeping it straight. This time his lips stayed there.

A deep voice chuckled above him.

“MMmmm that’s it my little cuck… do it slow….. nice and romantic.”

Collin felt that fury that would have taken him over briefly flair in his gut, but then the docility brought on by facing such a monstrous male appendage doused any hopes of fighting back. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at the woman, trying not to look at his wife but finding himself staring into those familiar hazel eyes as he firmly kissed the black shaft, and this time began to kiss towards the head.

Like a dance, his wife joined him, and her tongue began to slide up and down the other side. The sounds of sloshing spit and basting of meat issued from their mouths. It was difficult for their tongues to meet, the pipe too girthy to allow it.

Collin and Sally’s eyes closed as they began to lose themselves in the black cock worship, and he felt the hand enclosing his penis jerk a little harder. A whimper came from his wife’s mouth which was firmly clamped to the side of Alena’s onyx pillar. She was getting herself off too.

A low rumbled came from Alena’s gut.

“Mmmuhh…. Oh yeah, you can stay sugar,” she murmured at Collin, before firing a nasty look at Frank, who was watching, quivering in the entrance to the second bedroom, his mouth forced painfully wide by the red ball gag filling it. “You stay put and watch peeping tom. Might learn something.”

The pair began to baste the sides, and then Collin found himself working up to the helmet… and sucked up around the strange, spongy tip. Instant flavours of riotous cock-musk zinged across his tongue and through to his extremities, and he briefly pulled back.

A moment of lucidity crossed him as he saw the same cock that had been in his wife in that video now pointed squarely at his face. Alena had shifted slightly, leaving his wife’s spit-ridden mouth empty. She smiled at her husband.

“Go on darling. It’s all you.”

Collin’s eyes went to the floor again.

He felt an ache to see Dunya’s hungry expression for a moment, and closed his eyes in shame.

‘Lusting for another hung woman… I only met her yesterday…..’

“Open your eyes cuck.”

He slowly trailed his gaze up gigantic thighs, a healthy belly, and humungous tits with a light sheen of milk trailing down them. His eyes started watering as he remembered the taste of Dunya’s. Somehow he missed her already.

Alena was looking down… with a more mirthful expression.

“Enjoy, sugar.”

A large finger trailed across his cheek, and he leaned into it, hands reaching up to clasp the big black cock. It felt heavy. So heavy. He actually had to use some muscles to prop it up to his lips.

‘How… would I want Sally to suck mine.’

He took a deep breath… and pressed against it.

The spongy, angry helmet gave a pleasant bounce that was outweighed by the sheer eye-watering smell, a stink that could fell armies.

“Hmmg!”

He paused, unable to get his lips further than the first half of the helmet.

A hand pressed hard against his head.

“MMGL-“

He whinnied in fright as he realised his wife was forcing him onto the cock, and moaned as his lips were pulled even wider, the cock sliding a few inches into his mouth.

“There we are,” she hissed, “just where I want you.”

A soft kiss against his cheek.

Collin gazed with glassy eyes at the black pipe sticking out of his mouth. His lips had been forced as wide as they could go, and even then it almost didn’t fit. A trickle of warm, tangy cum touched his tongue like Alena was dressing a gourmet salad, her seed glooping onto his teeth, spurting against the inside of his cheeks, bringing a gag as some of it hit the back of his throat.

“Better get ready for worse n’that my little cuck,” Alena chuckled, grunting like a boar as her fingers joined his wife’s by clamping around the back of his head, and Collin whined as he was pushed face-first down the black pipe by his wife and her lover.

Frank whinnied in the background, but Collin paid him no heed. It was obvious that whatever he was in for, it would be worse than Collin’s lot.

He spluttered as the cock clogged his mouth, pushing the back of his throat.

“GLlh-“

“Swallow darling… just relax… I’ve got you…”

Her hand was back on his dick, rock hard as she gave him a few loving jerks, and he gagged as the cock pressed into his throat, pressing against the walls.

“GLLH-g”

“Ohhh he’s a keeper,” Alena moaned above him, the sound vibrating through his head via her penis, making her sound even deeper.

Sally responded, “I suppose so…….took me a while to remember it.”

She kissed him again on the cheek, and gently nipped his ear.

“Now we’re going to spend a lot of time remembering it I think…. Relax darling, you’re doing wonderfully…”

Collin sighed into the monster as the thick bushel of pubes ahead crawled closer, and closer.

‘Don’t be like Frank.’

Immediately, he began to swirl his tongue around the underside of her shaft… and his hands came to her hot, saggy balls.

“HHGNGN-“

Alena groaned, for the first time rocking slightly.

“..ngnguh…. God I think he’s a natural.”

Sally watched her husband with growing surprise and curiosity, padding backwards on her hands and knees, spellbound by his ability to somehow bring her to a flushed state in seconds.

“It seems… that this.. Dunya… is a rather excellent teacher…” she breathed, almost to herself.

“Hnn… guess soo,” Alena heaved, reaching out to steady herself as Collin felt the pillar throb in his throat, and constricted it, applying a heavy enough suction to hoover the carpets of the entire house, “HHHHNG-“

Sally’s hand slipped to her sex once more.

She could see Alena’s breasts were now waterfalls of milk, and it was this that pulled her in, focusing on the way the nipples seemed to stream freely, occasionally spurting a little that fell in her husband’s thinning hair.

Without a thought she stood up and hugged herself to Alena’s side, latching onto a wet nipple.

Alena groaned under the ministrations of a husband and wife, suddenly no longer in control of the situation.

“Wwwhait… hhohnnN…..”

A feathering of her balls from gentle hands. A graze of teeth on her nipple, pulling a gushing stream into Sally’s mouth. A rocketing tongue toying with her foreskin as Collin pulled himself back to the hilt, jowls covered in saliva, before sliding all the way to the base, nestling firmly in her pubes.

“HHONN-“

She jerked, suddenly overwhelmed by the furious ministrations of the man and woman of the house.

The bellow was loud enough to send birds from the trees outside.

“-NNNGGUHHH-!”

Collin couldn’t believe it. He was making her cu-!

The sheer weight of the ejaculate nearly made him cough up a volcanic explosion, hot wet testicle-juice pounding down his throat. Somehow, Collin opened his throat and began to chug like his life depended on it, for it potentially did. The hand on his head began to slam his face into her groin, and he spluttered as she jabbed past the back of his throat and down his neck, slobbering all over her manhood as seed came in an endless stream past his lips and into his belly.

“GLLGPHH-“

“HHNNNGGG-“

Frank watched in quiet awe and fear as his brother somehow continued to work the woman’s balls despite going bright red, audible gulps following each squelch as another pint of cum landed in his mouth and throat, his face sling-shotting back and forth as it was raped by her jabbing hips.

Sally smacked her lips and moved to the next nipple, tweaking the first and drawing even more liquid.

Alena made a pained expression, lost in the orgasm.

She’d never cum this fast.  Never.

Soon she was heaving, sweat dappling her brow as the last shots of jizz were sucked down Collin’s gullet, and Sally lapped at the remaining milk, her own breasts looking like they might also lactate. Strange… that had never happened before.

“G-goodness sugars… you two were born for this.”

Sally smiled, looking down at Collin as he slowly pulled his puckered lips up the cock, and finally with a wet POP, detached them from the head. “I think Dunya taught him very well… I hope she isn’t jealous?”

She ran her hands through his hair and then gently squeezed his neck.

Alena managed a tired chuckle.

“His wife worried that his big-dicked mistress might be jealous? You’re a fine, fine lady miss Sally.”

“Thanks…. So are you,” she smiled back, not even looking down as she shoved her husband’s face back onto Alena’s cock.

“GLPH!”

“Hho… again?” Alena managed.

Sally peeled her eyes.

“Well… unless Dunya wants to visit?”

“Well… let’s.. hnn… think about that another day….”

Alena pushed Collin away, but wiped his glazed lips with her thumb, feeding it to him. He did so, and let out a wet burp afterwards.

“BLLurggh!…. Sorry….”

“… don’t be sugar. You really are a keeper… and I think we deserve a rest today… but don’t worry.. you’ll be Dunya soon,” she winked at Sally, before gesturing to a wide-eyed Frank. Clearly he’d hoped to be ignored or forgotten.

“And I’ll see what we can do with that sack of spuds in the meantime.”

“What will… what will you do with him?” Collin murmured.

“Well… that’s a surprise,” she said with a wink, before adding, “honestly, seeing how he is… would you even care?”

Collin creased his brow in thought, but found it difficult considering he was still catching his breath from having a cock twelve inches deep in his head. The heavy tang of jizz was also rising up from his belly, and after another awkward belch, Sally put a hand on his shoulder.

“He doesn’t.”

“I… I don’t?”

“No… you don’t,” she smirked, “look at him. He’s always been like this.”

He rested his eyes on Frank, who gave what might pass as a desperate glare with bulging eyes.

Some things, his pathetic penis, his slight belly, were fairly average. Other parts, the fake tan, the rings, the dyed blond hair, reeked of insecurity. And he’d never been anything other than a leech. Never showing up unless he needed something, or to gloat if something particularly juicy had happened in his life, often blown out of proportion. It didn’t take Collin more than a second to realise that his wife was right. This man was no good to him, or his wife, or to society…. And perhaps he might just find a purpose there in Forest Deliveries.

“Actually… I suppose you’re right darling,” he said, a note of affirmation returning to his voice. “I think some work experience at Forest Deliveries could do him some good!”

“MMMmm.. mmggh!”

Frank moaned into the gag, wildly searching for any hint of pity in the faces above him, and he almost found it in Collin, until a large hand pulled him up, and he wobbled slightly, still affected by his earlier ministrations.

“Thanks Sugar… but next time, you better slow down,” Alena smiled, an aggression behind her eyes that sent a thrill up Collin’s spine. He smiled and gently cupped her balls.

“M-Maybe…. Maybe you should keep up.”

“Collin!” Sally screamed, and he couldn’t help a smile as Alena chuckled.

“Oh, I like you boy… wish I’d got to you first before Dunya… now let me boys go before I decide to stay permanently.”

He gave one last squeeze, drawing a groan of longing from Alena, before she shivered, and began to gather her clothes.

When she had gone, a naked Frank still squealing in her grip before he was bundled into her van, Collin and his wife stepped back from the window and walked on shaky legs to the bed. They barely managed to slip under the covers before falling asleep, entwined in each other’s arms, leaking cum from all orifices onto the bedsheets.

***

Jackie shook her head.

‘Stop it. It’s done, so just compose yourself and finish the washing.’

The wind kissed her clean, washed face in the garden, and just as she managed to wrench her mind back to the present, she felt a swirl of cum-stink rise up from her belly, and another piece of clothing dropped to the deck. Jackie whimpered, momentarily cleaning imaginary cum off her face, before remembering that she’d washed herself twice already since then.

“Darnit..”

Her fingers grabbed the boxers, even as they urged to attack her sex, or at least try to sate the ache that had built up between her legs again, lost once more in how it had felt to be covered in Manita’s seed.

“Lord protect me…. Jackie get a hold of yourself!” she chided.

The final pieces of washing hung, she traipsed back inside and went to somewhere she rarely perused – the liquor cabinet. She took the first bottle of wine she found, a cheap red, and poured herself a glass. A little liquid spilt on the side, but she ignored it, taking a sip and letting the fruity tang distract from the stench of jizz whilst wishing this particular bottle was just a little stronger.

Nonetheless it calmed her.

She took a large swig. A warmth spread through her chest as she traipsed through to the spacious living room that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a quaint murder-mystery in the countryside. Wooden panels with beams and a stone fireplace bearing two rifles above it drew the eye, but instead of animal heads on the wall, pictures of their wedding and family adorned the walls, as well as a large flat-screen TV.

One or two paintings of her husband occupied the darker corners of the room, mostly misshapen portraits of the forest or birds with over-sized heads and tiny feet. She’d managed to nudge them away from the main areas as they hurt her eyes despite the fact she supported his hobby. At least painting meant some time spent away from the bowling crowd.

She settled down into the sofa and grabbed the TV remote. Just as she did-

BING-BONG

Jackie flinched. She set down glass, traipsing to the front door.

As she got close she paused, eyes widened. The silhouette was tall, and slim, and large in the chest area.

‘What….. But she left…’

Straightening her skirt out, she slowed her steps, each one longer than the last.

‘No.. she can’t want it again…. This time I won’t…’

The door squeaked open, and she made to offer an awkward apology.

“Erm, can I…. HiiIIIOOOHh-!”

Her jaw dropped, halted in her tracks.

Manita’s erection was angling straight up through her exercise shorts, the tent pointed angrily at Jackie’s face. The woman herself looked furious, staring Jackie down until she felt like she might dribble into the soles of her shoes.

“-help you?” she whispered.

“You know, I realised girl… we forget something.”

“Oh… you mean… like a package!?....” she crowed despite the neighbours most certainly being unable to hear them, before lowering her voice, “…um… I don’t think-… this is a good time-“

The tiniest hint of a snarl came to Manita’s lips.

“And why is that eh?”

“Um.. w-well… I-I was… doing laundry..-“

“Yeah? I don’t care…”

She stepped over the forgotten package and across the porch, and Jackie backed away into the hall.

“… Is that wine?”

“U-Um…”

Manita smirked.

“Have you been thinking about me?”

“What?”

Manita grabbed the tented bulge, and rubbed up and down its length, a wet stain appearing at the front. The hint of cum fluttered up into Jackie’s nostrils.

“NNnn.. well….”

A horrendous flush of heat coming to her cheeks.

“… w-well, it’s… it’s not like that…..”

“I know you want it.”

‘I’m going to suck her cock again?’

Manita’s smile appeared, as wide as a great white shark, staring at the fidgeting woman who was nervously straightening her dress, rubbing a face that had been covered in cum not less than an hour earlier.

“Andd yeah, I got a package to deliver ya girl… right ‘ere.”

She thrust her crotch unceremoniously, leering as the snake in her shorts filled her fingers. She stepped forwards.

“Now, you gonna be a good girl n’ help a lady find her feet in this neighbourhood?”

Jackie couldn’t do anything. She was helpless, her body responding with a pounding heart and racing adrenaline, already fallen past the point of no return. There was nothing she could do when confronted with a specimen of a woman like this.

“…. Yes.”

“Good girl eh,” she responded, and Jackie’s chest thumped as Manita closed the distance and lifted her up against the wall, the air leaving her lungs as Manita thrust herself against the smaller woman’s body.

Noah had never managed to lift her up unassisted.

“H-HHO!-Mmmmhhh….”

“I think we didn’ finish things in the bedroom…”

Fear and excitement pounded through Jackie’s body like jet fuel as Manita carried her easily up the stairs. She attempted a weak rebuke, more because she felt she should rather than wanting to.

“Hey… I don’t think-“

“You right… you ain’t gonna be thinking anything after this,” Manita grinned, kicking the door open, stomping on the carpet that Jackie had only just cleaned with freshly dirt-covered boots.

The delivery-woman chucked the homeowner on the bed whilst still being two steps away.

Jackie felt the mattress cushion her, bouncing back, leaving her stomach where it was. She realised once again that this woman could throw her around like she was nothing.

‘Oh fuck…..’

Manita said nothing, ripping her own clothes from her body. Jackie stared as the woman’s tits came out, followed by her powerful legs… a pair of panties were pulled down, and the woman’s dick sprung out, a black titanium rod with a drooling tip, adding to the filthy carpet.

Jackie moaned.

That was going to take ages to clean.

Manita advanced, and Jackie realised she must undress herself immediately.

‘Why am I not resisting?!??’

The dress was thrown far, her plain, boring white bra unhooked and tossed, similar underwear following.

‘Maybe we’ll just do oral again…..’

A very girlish, naïve part of her took solace in that vague possibility, and then Manita crawled on top of her.

A thrill travelled up her spine. Manita was just bigger than her husband, no two ways about it. Even her muscles were sculpted like a sprinter, yet still possessing a litheness closer to yoga instructors than beefy athletes.

Then it all happened in a blur.

Bedsheets… softness. Hands. Lips.

They kissed quickly, and deeply.

Jackie’s legs responded automatically to wrap around her conqueror’s waist, and the tongue that entered was received eagerly, suction applied as Manita began to grind up against Jackie like she was in desperate need of creating immediate conception.

‘She can’t fit… oh shit… still way too big!....But.. such a good kisser….’

The ease with which Manita controlled her body was making her thighs slick with juices as Manita grunted and ground against her, eventually sliding her tongue out of Jackie’s eager mouth.

“You’re gonna take me this time,” Manita growled.

“Well… ha… I…. I don’t think it fits… w-we tried…”

“We didn’ try all the options girl,” she grinned, and Jackie’s eyes bulged as she felt the slick, spit-covered womanhood slid lower, and press up against her other hole.

“W-woOOAHH!!!!!! I-I haven’t put anything there before-“

Manita began to push, and Jackie whimpered in shock as her asshole went taut against the invader.

“M-MANITA!.... H-hey, that’s… that’s.. WOHHaahhh-“

“Relax baby,” Manita grinned, before biting gently into her neck.

“UUUUHHGHH-“

Jackie clenched her jaw and screwed her eyes shut as her asshole was forced painfully wide, and the huge wet salami began to push up inside her.

-uUuhh-“

It felt so invasive, even more so than being fucked in her pussy… in fact, it felt alien… like she was doing something entirely blasphemous and unnatural.

“OOOUHHhhghh---"

Jackie blinked rapidly. Her breathing was heavy, eyes darting to things that weren’t there. The shaft stretching her anal rim was uncomfortable to say the least.

There’s a dick in my ass… I’d never do this… there’s a DICK IN MY ASS!!…’

“I-I’VE NEVER… HNNnNng… I DON’t… d-do… th-th-thiisssssuhnn…!”

“Ye do now.”

Manita let it sit for a moment as Jackie whimpered, clutching to the woman on top of her.

“Hnnn…!”

“Shhh… don’ worry girl… I got ye now,” she grinned, kissing the side of Jackie’s head. Her kisses even felt bigger than her husbands, somehow weightier…. Then again, Manita did have the biggest, juiciest lips Jackie had ever seen.

She hung her head.

The ache of her anus plugged by a humungous black cock in her own marriage bed was sinfully delicious. The fleshy nuclear submarine pulsed in her core and she let out a soft whimper.

“Hhuhhhhhnn….!”

Filled was an understatement. Somehow she felt entirely secondary to the new organ puppeteering her body. Every time it pulsed, a gurn would crawl across her face, and incredible feelings would spread to the tips of her toes and fingers, somewhere between being pleasured, hurt, and humiliated all at the same time… and the amorphous intoxicating nature of it was setting all kinds of new alarm bells off in her brain.

‘Oh this is bad… Jackie you’ve really done it now…’

It pulsed and her back arched with it, quivering.

“HNNNhn… Ffffucck….”

Manita smiled down cruelly, teasing Jackie with her lips, letting Jackie lean in desperately for some comfort, but then drew back.

“No, no, no girl… you don’ get more kisses til you moan like a dirty bitch..”

“Hnnn-“

Jackie’s eyes bulged as Manita easily began to flip her on her front, still impaled on the thick manhood on her groin, and the rotation of the veins and ridges of her cock in Jackie’s ass set off a cacophony of sensations that left her whining like a dog.

Strong hands pulled her to her hands and knees, and Jackie simply waited there, quivering. She was not in control.

“That’s for teasin’ me with ya pussy girl,” Manita whispered, “now ya gonna get what ya really need…”

On the outside, Jackie was staring straight at the rather tasteful wooden headboard, the muscles on her arms and legs taut as she kept herself braced in a rutting position, yet the eyes were not seeing, Jackie also not hearing the heavy breathes behind her, nor the quick panting coming from her own saliva-ridden mouth.

Her senses had honed down purely to the hammer flexing in her ass and belly, toes and fingers curling each time it pulsed with Manita’s heartbeat.

“Hnnn.. HHHnhhuhh….”

Manita rubbed the woman’s back. She knew it would take time, and that rushing would be foolish for someone who had never received anal before.

After a few moments… Manita gently slid her cock out.

Shlllick

Jackie breathed deeply as she felt her organs begin to move back to where they should have been, feeling the glorious soothing release of her anal rim, an overworked rubber band un-tensed for just a moment.

Manita slid back inside.

Jackie’s eyes widened as thick inch after thick inch pressed back into the space, and planted the flagpole back in her most sensitive area.

“HHHHUUhhh!!!”

Her ass-cheeks felt like they were being split wider than a hot-dog bun by the beefiest sausage in existence. Basketball players would be lucky to be this hung.

‘This is going to break me in two!!!’

Her anal rim felt so tight around the hilt of Manita’s cock that it might simply lock it in place, and the pain was certainly still there, but there was a dirty pleasure hidden somewhere within… like an undiscovered itch receiving the tiniest of scratches.

“Hnn.. nnnnh…..?”

Slow retraction. Slow insertion.

Jackie whimpered again as she felt her new lover’s hips pat against her bum, the woman’s hands tight on her hips, although she didn’t think her legs would work anyway if she tried to escape, barely keeping herself upright. Her hands clawed the soft bedsheets.

“hhHH… Hhhoh…..”

In.

Out.

Jackie could feel the arousal in Manita from the way her cock flexed in her ass, the way her fingers tightened a touch on her hips, with the occasional grunt or gleeful word.

“MMmnnnn Girl….. you a tight little white girl, eh?”

“Hhnuhhh….hHHnn….”

She briefly turned her head back, and a thrill ran through her seeing the tall figure at her back, dark ebony hips glued to her white buttocks, pressing into the soft flesh, the abs and breasts of a black superwoman. It was incredible how right it looked.

A slight retraction.

Jackie watched the thick black pipe move out of her own ass.. and in.

“HNn.”

The sound came from her throat unbidden.

‘What is she doing to me?...’

Another pump.

“Uhnn.”

‘That’s fucking HUGE.’

And another.

“HHHhnn.”

‘TOO big… God there’s something….!’

Then they began to find a rhythm, and Jackie had to supress a wanton moan as the black sausage began to stimulate things all up her anal tract.

“HHHHOHh-“

‘OHHH shit that’s… that’s.. t-too big… t-too… good… too goooOOOOOD!…’

Plap-Plap-Plap

Jackie couldn’t stop the gurns and moans from leaving her lips.

“Oohh- OHHH- OHHhh -OOHHH-“

She’d always been quiet in the bedroom, but now Jackie crowed proudly to the oak headboard as she was impaled ruthlessly, her breasts jiggling beneath her as each thrust compressed her body, almost having to force herself backwards to stop Manita sending her face first through the wall, which only made each insertion that much deeper and harder.

CLAP-CLAP-CLAP

Sex noises unlike any heard before in the Bailor’s household echoed off the walls, and if Jackie had been able to think, she might have wondered whether the neighbours might hear her heroic cries through the open window.

As it was, all she thought was a stream of filthy consciousness.

‘SobigohmyLordshesbreakingmeohohohohohhHHHOOHHH-!!!’

“I told ye, ye’d like doggystyle, girrrrllll,” she gloated into Jackie’s ear, as Jackie gripped the sheets beneath her, asshole clinging to the weapon throbbing inside it.

“UUHnn…” she moaned back, unable to control her thoughts or actions in the face of such physical dominance.

Jackie felt humiliated; lowered, objectified….. and also felt a sickening pleasure spreading through her body. It radiated out from her core where Manita’s black cock was leaking seed into her ass…. But it also came from Manita’s words, and the position of acceptance, a waiting a bitch.

She was on all fours, taking a black cock in the ass.

There was no redemption from that.

The moment of Manita retracting her throbbing shaft back and lining her up was the silence before the storm, Jackie sighing as she felt a space open up in her body that needed to be filled by a huge dick.

“F-fuck me.. oh fuck meeee……”

“You want this dick girl?”

“Yyess.. please… p-please…”

It didn’t sound like her. It couldn’t be the same Jackie who drew the envious eyes of all the other husbands in the town, with such class and poise. Yet here she panted, on her hands and knees in front of the delivery girl, begging to be railed even more deeply.

“… please…..”

“Don’ be shy. Beg ya dirty girl.”

“Fuck me.. ffuuck mee…”

“Yeah?”

“FUCK MEEEE!”

“YEAH?”

“F… FUCK-“

She didn’t manage to shriek “ME” out in time, because Manita grabbed her by the hair and began to the woman back onto brutal, masculine thrusts like she was trying to  jackhammer her through the wall.

“-MMMMUHGH-UHN-UGH-UGHHH-UHHG-UHNN-UHN-!“

Pain and pleasure swirled through Jackie’s body as she was utterly pounded, the woman clenching and tensing every time the dick brutally slammed home in her rear end. Her whole body flailing as she was consumed by the rollercoaster of Manita’s muscular drilling. The claps of her hips on the now-bright red buttocks sounded like a crowd applauding in the echoing bed chamber as Jackie was sodomised in her marriage bed.

THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-

“-UGUH-UGHh-UHH-“

Manita grinned as the woman beneath her jiggled and whimpered, her body being broken by the animal behind her.

Briefly, a tangential thought crossed her mind that the last time she had been fucked in this bed, had been her husband looking her in the eye, kissing her, making love.

Fingers tightened in her hair as she was pulled onto a brain-blending dick-thrust that brought a squeal of delirium from her drooling lips, less a sound of something human and more some strange, wild animal being rutted.

“GGAHIHHHhHHHh-“

Hard hips smacked against her ass, the pain almost good as the world sawed in and out of her ass like a steam engine piston.

Jackie had never felt more degraded… and yet she’d never felt more like a woman.

THIS was what it meant to be fucked.

CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP

“OoooHhhHHHUm… UHMMUhh.. mMMUHHhghh!””

She quivered and roared as her pussy gushed over the bed.

“UUGHNN.”

Manita milked her with some harsh, brutal thrusts that brought a thick river of juices from between her legs with each insertion.

THHWAP

“UHnnNG.”

THWAP

“HHNHhuhhggg-“

THWAP

“-Hhnnguuhhhaaii!”

Her voice rose to squealing pitch as she clawed the bed, a demented smile haunting the glazed expression as her mind turned inwards, examining with glee the sick debauchery taking place inside her stretched asshole, the thick black cock slamming into her depths, twitching, pulsing… the hand pulling her hair and head up like a cheap prostitute being railed, the complete lack of decorum with which she was being levelled. A wrecking ball might have done less damage, and Jackie was enthralled, complete under Manita’s spell as bony hips shunted her ass hard enough to leave red, aching marks.

“UGHHn-UHGH-UGHHNNNGGGu-!”

The pain and pleasure was building. Her face was contorting without her moving it. Husky grunts and squeals were coming from her mouth, a woman turned warthog being spanked by a master.

“UGHH-GHH-!“

She could feel it. The pleasure was crescendoing to a fever pitch. Her fingers clawed deeper into the bedsheets.

Manita groaned, and time seemed to slow.

“CCcummm in meEEEEE!” She moaned, saliva around her mouth, still burping as the seed from early sloshed in her swollen stomach. BLEEERRGhhh…..

Manita roared… and her cock exploded.

The way it filled her ass was immediately twice as dirty as any time her husband had cum in her pussy. Like a fire hydrant, it filled her anal tract, the cream swirling in her depths like a cum whirlpool as she let out a screech and came over the soaked bedsheets again.

“AAIIUHHH-“

“GRrrhh!!”

As the pair squealed and grunted together, fused at the waist and ass, gluing each other’s insides together, another abstract and ridiculous thought hit Jackie, that she was somehow going to have to clean this mess up before her husband came home.

Then the cock pulled out so sharply that Jackie moaned as her insides tried to follow.

“AIIHHHHA!”

The incredible feeling of hot ejaculate exploding from her asshole made her whinny, as more hot goo began spraying onto her back.

‘My delivery driver is cumming on my back after she anally fucked me with her black cock.’

Manita was thorough. She sprayed long and gluttonously, until Jackie felt like she might actually be heavier from the amount of jizz deposited on her back.

Eventually, Manita let out a grunt, and the last line landed in Jackie’s hair.

‘In my hair?! That bitch… God if she couldn’t fuck me like that, maybe I would say something…’

Instead she knew there were no retributions towards the woman who had made her go cross-eyed.

She tried to move, her elbows and knees ached. She could barely stay up, and it felt like someone had placed a thick carpet of jizz on her from behind and then inserted one up her ass, the river still pouring down to her pussy as her limbs shook, the smell of sweat and cum sharp enough to be almost painful to the nose.

She tried to pad to the side of the bed, but without the cock to prop her up Jackie’s limbs finally gave way and she sagged to the bed, legs and arms splayed out, cum leaking from her broken ass. Dazed eyes focused on the picture on the bedside table.

Her husband, arm in arm with her.

It didn’t quite snap her back to reality, still on a huge comedown, but the lucidity came quicker as she glanced with a queasy gaze at the ring on her left hand, which was currently laid out into the bedsheets, too weak to move.

Splat

Something heavy hit her just above the ass and rested there, warm.

Jackie’s stomach swirled as she realised Manita had dropped her softening cock into the lake on her lower back. She could feel the appendage, still leaking. It felt like someone resting their forearm there.

“You’re a good girl, eh?”

“Myheah,” she murmured with a raspy voice, spent.

Manita began to stroke her prone form, massaging the bright red glutes where her hips had smashed into them repeatedly.

“That ass… ya sure ya not from the Caribbean eh?”

Jackie couldn’t help a tired giggle.

“Hhnn…. yeaahh…”

As she massaged the two globes, Manita looked over at the picture of Jackie’s husband Noah in full police attire smiling with a medal.

“E’s cute.”

“Y… yeah…” she murmured, guilt flooding back into her.

“Must be busy.”

“Yeah… can… can we not talk about my husband?”

“Sure,” Manita murmured.

“Um… also… h-he might come back early…”

Manita smiled and tapped her on the ass, bringing a wince.

“Then you betta lick the cum of ya back,” she grunted, slapping her harder in the ass.

SMACK

“UUGHN…. O-okay…”

“Okay what?”

SMACK

“O-OKAY M.. MASTER…”

“I like Mistress more… but Master s’okay,” Manita smirked, trailing a finger up through the glazing that had been applied to the woman’s back. It was fairly thick, like the grease in the bottom of a grill had been applied wholesale to Jackie’s body.

“Beautiful,” she murmured.

Unbeknownst to them, across the road, an older neighbour stared at the silhouettes in the bedroom of the Bailor’s household, staring with a shocked expression.

Camella blinked.

Surely she hadn’t just seen a naked black woman in their bedroom?...

“Huh,” she murmured, resting her large breasts on her kitchen counter to allow her back a rest. Perhaps she’d have to mention something at the lady’s club on the weekend…. It made everything better if there was gossip to be had.

She tried to squint to see better, but the figure had disappeared.

“Hmm.. guess I must have been imagining things…”

Those damn delivery women had been on her mind after all… huge specimens… where did they hire them from?!

Camella stood up, hefting her breasts with her hands to give them some support. It might be nice to invite one of those delivery girls in the next time they passed by… it would be the neighbourly thing to do after all?

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