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BBW Take It All       Anna was 26 and already a big girl when Arnold met her. After 10 years together, she had grown huge. It had been her large breasts and curvy ass that had first attracted him to her, but now she was enormous all over and it had reached the point that Arnold was having trouble getting aroused enough to have sex with her. It wasn’t that she didn’t want it; in fact she was hornier now then ever, but her body just didn’t do it for him as it once had. Although he sometimes felt bad about it and worried that she might find someone else, he knew she had become so embarrassed by her size that she would never go looking. He could sense her dissatisfaction and for the last few years their marriage had becoming strained. Such was the state of affairs when Darwyn joined Arnolds's small company. Darwyn was a tall, muscular, black man five years Arnold's junior. One morning about a month Darwyn had hired on, the two stood outside the building having a cigarette. As they were talking, a chunky white woman walked by on the sidewalk about twenty feet away. Darwyn took a drag on his cigarette, exhaling a perfect smoke ring. To Arnold's surprise, Darwyn suddenly blurted out, "Oh, fuck me man, now that’s my kinda lady. Oh, yeah." When Arnold expressed surprise, Darwyn confessed that he'd always loved his women big and meaty. His curiosity piqued, Arnold asked him just how big. Darwyn's gaze stayed on the woman as she moved away from them. "The bigger the better, my man." He took a final drag on his cigarette, flipped the butt onto the gravel driveway, then turned and looked Arnold in the eye. "A big women can take my cock, all of it, the way no skinny bitch ever could....you know what I'm sayin'?" Then he grabbed his crotch and laughed. As they returned to the shop, Arnold felt nervous and excited all at once. For reasons he couldn't understand, Arnold kept replaying that short conversation in his head for days afterward. When Darwyn invited Arnold to a game of tennis at a nearby club, he eagerly accepted for the sole purpose of perhaps getting to see Darwyn naked. When the game was over, Arnold found Darwyn already in the shower when he walked in. Though he tried to control it, he couldn't help staring when he caught sight of the young man's huge cock. It looked to Arnold as if it must have been 8 inches soft and hung between his legs like a long length of black rubber pipe. He had to tear his eyes away as Darwyn casually soaped himself, letting his big dick flop about. That night he fucked Anna like a wild man, then repeated his performance the next night. Though he hated to admit it, by the weekend he was finally able to accept the fact that the reason for his sudden bout of horniness was Darwyn. Or, more correctly, the fantasies he was having about Darwyn and Anna together. Every time he had sex his wife, he pictured Darwyn fucking her and the thought got him so hot he would quickly explode. Although Anna didn’t complain, she finally asked what was going on to suddenly make him so hot. For awhile, Arnold didn't what to say, so he just kept quiet. He felt conflicted, both aroused and repulsed, but he finally told her all about Darwyn, though for the moment he left out the details of him fucking her, the part that was actually driving his fantasies. Now Anna became curious, asking what Darwyn's cock looked like. She laughed, not believing Arnold when he told her how big it was. "Baby, I’m telling you, its like a bloody horse cock, you wouldn't believe it," he said. "I almost don't believe it myself and I saw the damn thing." Two days later and another game of tennis followed by a shower. Darwyn spotted him looking and grinned as he grabbed his cock and held it out. "You should see this bad boy when it's hard, buddy," Darwyn smirked. "Find me a nice fat slut bitch and I’ll show you some time." He paused to look at Arnold. "If you can handle it, that is." His words left Arnold feeling uneasy, yet tingling all over. After their second encounter in the shower, Arnold went nuts, fucking Anna hard every night. It was during their third straight night of sex, while Arnold was humping her, that she whispered in his ear. "Your thinking about him again, aren’t you?" He didn’t reply, just increased the speed of his thrusting. She ran her tongue lightly against his ear. "You’d love to see me sucking his big black cock, wouldn't you baby? It's OK, you can tell me," she said gently. Her words pushed him over the edge and he came hard then, his orgasm intense and drawn out. Though no words had passed between them, he realized by his actions that he had revealed his true desires to Anna. He didn't know whether to feel relieved or frightened. Afterward, Anna asked most of the questions as they lay side by side in bed and talked about it. She tried to reassure her husband, telling him sweetly that she understood that it was OK, even normal, to fantasize about all kinds of things. Arnold lay on his back in the darkened room, staring at the ceiling. Then, unable to stop himself and not really wanting to, he confessed to Anna about the conversation he had had with Darwyn at the shop and about how much Darwyn really loved big women. Anna turned to face him, brought her head down and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Not big all over like me, honey," she said. "I think he probably just means busty women." But Arnold told her no, and then described in detail the woman they had seen walking near the shop and the conversation that followed. Now it was Anna who suddenly became quite, lost in her own thoughts. Two days later, without any warning, Anna showed up at the small machine shop that Arnold owned. She walked over to where he stood, kissed him on the cheek and handed him a paper bag. "I brought you some lunch, sweetheart. Just as a little surprise," she said sweetly. "I thought maybe you could use a break from all the vending machine food." All the while she was talking to Arnold she kept her head moving, her eyes scanning the shop floor. He took the bag and thanked her, but he was concerned. Showing up at his workplace unannounced was something she rarely did, especially lately, and normally Arnold would have been pleased to see her. But as he looked at her today, he just felt uneasy. And he quickly realized why. She was much more dressed up than usual for such a visit, and though he thought she looked nice, even kind of sexy, it aroused his suspicions. She was wearing a tight, dark blue skirt that showed off her wide hips and thick legs, along with a yellow top that Arnold had never seen before. It too was tight, accentuating the sheer size of her breasts. Darwyn was bent over a machine when she came in, but looked up when he heard the sound of a female voice. He walked over and calmly extended his hand to her. "Hello, you must be Anna," he said, smiling broadly at her. She shook his hand, holding it longer than she should have. Her eyes were locked on his. "And you're Darwyn, I presume," she replied. Arnold felt increasingly put out as the two stared at each other, ignoring him. Recognizing their immediate connection, Arnold moved between them, hoping somehow to break it. "Thanks for stopping by, baby, I’ll see you tonight." His tone of voice was dismissive, indicating that he wanted her to leave - now. Her eyes were still on Darwyn as she moved closer to her husband. She slipped her arm around his waist, brushing her large right breast against his midsection in the process. "Sure darling," she said. "Listen, sweetheart, why don't you bring Darwyn home with you for dinner tonight?" she asked. Arnold heard the playfulness in her voice, he knew it so well, and it hurt because he knew he was not its intended target. She tightened her grip, moving still closer to him. Now he could feel the softness and warmth of her large breast through his thin T-shirt, along with another familiar sensation: the beginnings of an erection. "He sure looks like he could use a home cooked meal, honey, don't you think?" Before Arnold could open his mouth to object, Darwyn pounced, saying he would love to join them for dinner. Anna smiled at Darwyn, gave her husband a kiss on the cheek and walked away. "Man your woman is one fine looking piece of ass," Darwyn said later as the two stood outside taking a mid- afternoon smoke break. "I could fuck her all night long." Arnold gave Darwyn a hard look. "Back off, will you man, that's my wife you're talking about." His voice betrayed more anger than he intended. Darwyn just laughed, dropped his cigarette and ground it out under his work boot. "See, that's the deal man. It's always someone else's wife I’m talking about." He looked directly at Arnold. "I don’t mean no disrespect, buddy. It'll be OK." At five o'clock quitting time Arnold tried to slip away undetected, but when he reached his car he found a grinning Darwyn standing there with his arms folded, waiting for him. "Hey, man, I’ll just follow you home, OK?" Arnold looked glumly at Darwyn and nodded his head. Once in his car, he rested his head against the driver's window. There was a knot in his stomach and he was shaking. Feelings of anticipation and dread warred in his mind, threatening to overwhelm him. He closed his eyes and took half a dozen deep breaths, trying to steady himself. As he drove home, his feelings began to change. The idea of Darwyn in his home, near his wife, was now causing Arnold to feel extremely angry. Thoughts of Darwyn and Anna together was also having another, undeniable effect, however. It made his cock as hard as steel. He was angry with himself for getting so horny, but the image of his nice, faithful wife Anna sucking on Darwyn's swollen tool kept playing over and over in his mind, like an endless tape. The less he tried to think about it, the more the thought intruded. And, to his shame and confusion, the hornier he became. Darwyn was so pumped up that he sprinted from his car and was waiting for Arnold to open the door to his house and then almost pushed past him once he did. Both men went straight to the sitting room where Anna was waiting for them. To Arnold's utter dismay he saw that she had changed clothes yet again. Now she was wearing a skimpy, black dress, another piece of clothing he had never seen before, either. He found himself wondering when she had bought it. And why. Certainly not for his benefit, he knew. The dress looked so slutty, so totally out of character for Anna that he hardly recognized her. It was too small, too tight, and the neck line was so deep that she showed deep cleavage along with a lot of her white, fleshy breasts. It was so incredibly short, Arnold was sure that if she moved she'd have the bottoms of her big, flabby ass cheeks right out in the open. Could she possibly be any more blatant, he wondered in disgust. Darwyn's eyes where bugging out of his head and, once again, Anna was locked on him like Arnold wasn’t even there. He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. "Drinks, boys? I've got cold beer." Before either man could reply, she turned and walked toward the kitchen. Both men stood watching, gob smacked, as Anna waddled away, her huge ass swaying from side to side in the tight confines of the dress as she struggled to walk in her brand new high heels. Arnold's stomach knotted when he saw a quick flash of white flesh, which meant she was wearing stockings. As if she knew they were watching, she reached behind her and tugged the tight dress down, trying to keep any more skin from showing. "Holy shit man, does she always dress like that?" Darwyn asked. His voice was raspy sounding, just above a whisper. Arnold's mind reeled. He felt like he was in a no win situation. If he said no, Darwyn would know she was dressing just for him. If he said yes, Darwyn would think his wife always looked like a total slut, no matter who or what the situation. Unable to think of a plausible response, he just grunted at Darwyn, telling him to sit down and be quiet. Then he went after his wife. When he entered the kitchen, he found Anna bent over with her head in the refrigerator. Her big ass was sticking out, facing him. Her small dress had pulled up so high on her butt that he could see she wasn't wearing any panties. He could feel his anger building as he noticed the black stockings with the thick suspender straps going up to an unseen garter belt. Worse still, he could clearly the pink, meaty lips of her pussy peeking out where her thighs joined her oversized ass. "What the hell are you playing at?" he asked in an angry whisper. He was mightily pissed off at her, but, despite it all, his cock stayed rigid and swollen in his jeans. She turned to look at him, a bottle of beer in each hand. Her tight little dress was still hitched up just above the stocking tops, high enough that her pussy was almost visible from the front, too. "Keep your voice down Arnold," she said calmly. " I thought you’d like to see me dressed like this." She gave him a hurt look. "What's the matter, honey," she pouted, "don’t you think I look even a little bit sexy? I bet Darwyn does." Arnold's head was so fucked up he had trouble thinking straight. Things were happening way too fast. This whole scene was on the edge of being out of control and he felt helpless to do anything about it. "What is it with all this? You....you look like a cheap whore," was all he could think to say. She smiled back at him as if he hadn’t even spoken. She reached out her pudgy hand and stroked he cheek lightly. "I think Darwyn likes the dress, honey, didn't you see his eyes just light up?" Damn her, he thought, she could be sexy when she wanted to, especially if she had the right man to play to. He wanted to say something, anything, to protest the situation, but before he could think of anything, she handed him a cold beer, then brushed past him on her way back to the sitting room. After waiting a moment to try to clear his head, Arnold followed her. Darwyn was reclining in a large arm chair and Anna was standing looking down at him. They were both smiling and laughing, as if they were sharing some kind of private joke. He noticed that Leon was making no effort at all to hide the desire he was feeling for her. He smiled knowingly, running his eyes slowly up and down her ripe body as he sipped his beer. Anna sat down on one arm of the large chair, twisting her legs in a way that caused her tight dress to ride up considerably, showing two inches of fat, creamy white flesh above her stocking tops. She made no move to correct it. Arnold took a long pull from his beer and flopped down into the other matching armchair. He glared at her, trying to catch her eye, but she never noticed. She was too absorbed, looking doe-eyed at Darwyn and laughing at something he was saying. As he glanced at his wife, Arnold noticed that her heavy, pendulous breasts rested almost in her lap. As he looked more carefully, he could see the round, bumpy outline of her large nipples straining against the thin material of her black dress. Damn her, he thought, she hadn't even worn a bra! She leaned back a little and crossed her legs, hitching the dress up a little higher, then uncrossed them a moment later, giving Darwyn a clear view of her creamy inner thighs and the hairy triangle between them. Arnold, knew Darwyn had seen it too because he stopped talking in mid- sentence and just stared. Then, just as quickly as she had opened her legs, Anna closed them, acting like nothing had happened. She stood up, laughed at Darwyn and wobbled off to the kitchen, saying she had dinner to prepare. Arnold wanted to fall through the bottom of his chair and just keep going. Still, he couldn't get his mind off the little erotic tease that had just taken place in front of him. His cock had been hard for so long it was almost painful. Once the two men were alone, Darwyn looked directly at Arnold. "Dude," he said in a rather loud whisper, "in case you hadn't noticed, that lady needs cock and I mean she needs it bad." Arnold could only stare back at him, unsure of how to respond. The whole situation had taken on a surreal quality, as if the two of them were sitting casually in a bar somewhere, talking about a strange woman neither of them knew. Darwyn licked his lips as he quickly slid forward on the large chair. He had a strange look on his face, a look Arnold found a little frightening. His eyes where glazed and had an aggressive, almost animalistic glint to them. At that moment Arnold realized how little he really knew of this man who was now a guest in his house. "Man, I know she’s your wife and all, but fuck man, she just flashed her cunt at me," Darwyn went on. Arnold's heart began to race and sweat broke out on his forehead. Darwyn’s use of the word cunt and cock in reference to Anna had sent his mind reeling in way he couldn't describe. His cock felt ready to burst in his jeans. "Hold on Darwyn, lets just take it easy here," he started, but voice sounded weak and wimpy. It carried no authority and he knew it. Worse, he knew Darwyn knew it. His eyes still looked strangely glazed over to Arnold, to the extent he almost wondered if the black man were on some kind of drug. By this time he was rambling, talking about Anna as if she weren't even there and largely ignoring his friend. Or, perhaps, he had begun to sense the effect his crude remarks were having on Arnold. "Did you see the size of her fuckin' titties, man? Damn, they're huge, too, just like the rest of her. Fuckin' big and floppy. I'd love to get me a lip-lock on those big suckers. Damn, she looks fine." At that moment, Anna walked back into the room. She smiled at the young black man. "Who looks fine?" she asked him coyly. There was a long moment of silence and a feeling of tension in the room as Darwyn ran his eyes up and down her lush body. Grinning up at her from his chair, he decided to dispense with the politeness. "Just those big titties of yours, baby. That's all." Then he laughed and his voice was slow and deep. "They're enough.....more than enough." Anna’s mouth dropped open and for the first time she began to feel uneasy, to question everything she had done. She had only meant this as an innocent tease, something to help turn Arnold on later. She had so enjoyed the sex with him lately, especially the feelings of closeness and tenderness that followed. Now as she feared things might be getting out of hand, she felt almost at a loss for words. What had she done? Finally, she caught her breath and stuttered, "Well, I... uh... I mean... that's... well... really... you... you think so?" Darwyn looked over at Arnold, staring directly into his eyes. When he spoke, his voice had changed. Now it was harsh and commanding. "Arnold, buddy, why don’t you get up and go to the store? I think we could use some more beer." It was more an order than a request. Arnold was dumbstruck, he couldn't believe what was happening, that this guy was real, but there was no denying the sharp edge in the words he was hearing. Arnold stood up then, took a breath of air and pushed out his chest. In a short span of time, his feelings about Darwyn had gone from curiosity to unease to outright fear. He only hoped it didn't show too much. The guy was for real and Arnold understood clearly that this might be his last chance to derail this situation. And that he had better do it fast. "I think you should leave now Darwyn....please," he said, cringing when he heard his own voice. His words had a hollow, weak sound, a sound that betrayed his most basic fears. Fears that were growing worse by the minute. They all remained silent, Arnold and Anna afraid to say anything. Finally, Darwyn looked at Arnold. "Look man, you can stay if you want, just don’t fuck with me. I’m warning you." He said the words calmly, but his inflection carried a hint of menace. There should be no doubt about who was in authority here. The two men stared at each other for several moments before Arnold got out of his chair and took a step toward Darwyn. Sensing a showdown, Darwyn sprang from his chair, took several long strides and was quickly in Arnold's face. "I told you man, don't mess with me. I will fuck you up bad if needs be. You understand? Now, just sit down and shut the fuck up!" he snarled. Darwyn felt his stomach tighten. He had just lost his last chance showdown with Darwyn and he knew it. If he had any illusions that this evening was going to end peacefully, they had just been shattered. Anna stepped between them, laughing. "Boys, calm down! It's OK. Lets have another drink," she said in a feeble attempt to keep the mood light. But her efforts were too late, Darwyn was way past calming down. With no warning, he grabbed Anna by her shoulders, spun her around and pulled her to him so that her back was to his chest. Grabbing the straps of her dress, he yanked hard, pulling the flimsy garment halfway down. Her bare breasts wobbled and swayed heavily as she stumbled and fell back against him. John could only watch helplessly as Darwyn snaked his hand under Anna’s arm and grabbed her left breast in his hand. It was so large in size that its soft flesh easily overflowed even his large hand. She struggled and squirmed under his groping, but stayed where she was, staring at Arnold. Darwyn squeezed her breast harder now, pinching, pulling and turning her large nipple and areola. All the while he leered at Arnold, who could only stand and watch, frozen in place. "Arnold told you all about my big, black cock, didn’t he darlin'?" Darwyn breathed the words as he continued to fondle her breast. "Yes," she replied, her voice so low it was barely audible. Arnold felt his stomach turn over. He could hear the genuine fear in his wife's voice, but he felt powerless to do anything to help her. Behind her, he saw Darwyn fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans, all the while he continued to manhandle Anna's breast. "Well, I gotta treat for you, bitch. You're gonna see it now, up close. Get down on your knees, slut," Darwyn said, a hint of anger in his voice. In a blur of motion, he put one hand on each of her bare shoulders and pushed down hard, not stopping until Anna was on her knees. Arnold noticed that Darwyn had somehow managed to get his jeans pulled down to mid thigh. Arnold could only stare in twisted fascination at the black man. Darwyn's cock looked even bigger now that it was semi-hard and gorged with blood. Arnold had never seen anything like it and he knew Anna hadn't either. As she rotated on her knees, turning to face Darwyn, his huge cock almost slapped her in the face. He chuckled and looked down at her. "Now suck it bitch" he said harshly. Wanting to do something, Arnold started to step closer but Darwyn shot him a nasty glance that stopped him in his tracks. Arnold felt sick as he watched his wife reach out and slowly wrap her white, pudgy hand around the base of his thick organ. Perhaps it was the contrast in color, but Arnold thought it looked enormous in her small, round hand. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she stared at the huge cock just inches from her face. She looked up at Leon's smiling face for a moment, then back down at the monster dick she hefted in her hand. "Holy shit! My god! I... I can't believe... I've never seen anything like this!" She sputtered, causing Darwyn to laugh. It had the opposite effect on Arnold; he cringed because he knew it was true. Anna had no frame of reference for this kind of situation; nothing in her limited experience could have prepared her for it. Arnold looked at Anna’s enormous ass cheeks as her stupid dress rode up around her waist and felt ashamed when he realized he was more aroused than ever. Wet, slurping sounds brought his attention back to Anna’s face. As he watched in disbelief, she moaned loudly, moving her head slowly as she licked and slobbered up and down the length of his long shaft. Then, moving her head lower, she carefully ran her soft, warm tongue all over his stuffed ball sack, gently laving at the egg sized testicles bulging inside it. Darwyn reached down with both hands and grabbed Anna's hair, pulling her head back and up a bit. He looked directly into her face. "OK baby, it's show time... you ready to go?" Anna just looked back at him, nodding slightly, her fat face showing a double chin and a small, pouty mouth. She snaked out her tongue, pink, pointed and surprisingly long, and ran it over her thick lips several times, coating them heavily with saliva. Darwyn let go of her hair and brought the head of his swollen dick in line with her mouth. "Open wide, bitch," he ordered, feeding the fat, almost purple knob of his cock head into her waiting mouth. "That's it," he coaxed her gently, "open that pretty little mouth for Darwyn open wide... wider... that's it, now you're gettin' it," Leon groaned as he watched her start to work her mouth down his shaft a little at a time, bobbing her head forward and back as she went. Eventually she managed to swallow four or five inches of his impossibly thick cock, stretching her poor mouth almost as wide as it would go as she forced it down. He reached out and took her head in both of his large hands again, holding it steady as he slowly began to move his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. Totally unused to so large an object in her mouth and throat, she nonetheless did her best to please him, making noisy, slobbering, sounds as she bobbed her head up and down on his meat. It was all music to Darwyn's ears and he began to speed up his movements a bit. He groaned again, he did so love subjugating white bitches this way. "Your slut wife looks damn fine with my cock in her mouth," Darwyn panted, his eyes half closed in ecstasy. "Arnold, come over here so you can see this shit close up, man." Once Arnold stepped close enough, Darwyn quickly reached out his large left hand, clamping it on John's shoulder and pushed down hard, sending him to his knees next to his wife on the carpet. "Gettin' a good look there, buddy?" he asked. "After all, you were the one who really wanted to see this, weren't you?" Darwyn's whole demeanor seemed to be getting nastier. Arnold looked up at the black man and nodded his head, his face suddenly flushing red with shame and embarrassment. There was no denying his arousal and he knew it; his cock was still thickly swollen in his jeans. He was loath to admit to it, but he knew Darwyn was right. What the hell was the matter with him? How could his bizarre desires have been so obvious, so quickly, to this man? A man who was a complete stranger to him less than a month ago. Darwyn's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Arnold, why don't you say how much you wanted this?" he asked. "After all, this is your fantasy comin' true. I think it's only fair," he added. Arnold started to speak, but his mouth was dry and no words came. All he could do was look up at Darwyn, bewildered. "Don't look at me, my man, you need to explain all this twisted shit to your wife, here. You better think of somethin'." He looked at Anna and was so disgusted with himself that, once again, he couldn't speak. Never in his life had he felt so humiliated and ashamed. He tried to organize his thoughts into something coherent, but all he could do was kneel there with his mouth hanging open. How could he begin to explain this to her? He didn't even understand it himself. "What are you'all doin' down there, catching flies? Are you fuckin' mute, or what," Darwyn said impatiently. "Be a man...at least talk to your lady. I mean, she does deserve to know why she's here on her knees, sucking a stranger's big black dick. Listen, white boy, until you feel like talking, I'm just gonna fuck your wife's face a little deeper, maybe that'll help you get it all figured out." With that, he reached out his large left hand and slowly began exerting pressure, pulling Anna's head closer to his groin. She began to react immediately to the increased fullness in her mouth, making awful, gagging, retching noises in her throat as the swollen head of Darwyn's penis worked its way further into her. He pulled out a bit, then pushed forward, impaling her again. By this time she had been forced to take so much of Darwyn's thick shaft that she was almost gagging. So tightly were her lips sealed that they formed a perfect little "O" around his thick cock shaft. The skin around the corners of her mouth was pulled so taut that she feared it might crack and begin to bleed. Her nostrils flared wide, trying desperately to bring in whatever air they could. Tears streamed from her eyes now, trickling down her fat cheeks in crooked rivulets. Seeing this happen to his wife, Arnold was near panic. "I-I-I'm just so, so sorry about this Anna," he stammered, trying to begin an explanation. Still, he couldn't make any speech come. He felt like an idiot. "If I..." he tried to start again. "Sorry, my ass!" Darwyn interrupted sharply. "Well, you're sorry all right, but you sure as hell ain't sympathetic, just plain damn sorry." With that he pushed a bit more of his cock into Anna's already overstuffed mouth. Animal-like noises issue from deep inside her and she came close to retching again. Beads of sweat formed on her brow and ran into her eyes, the salt burning them. Sensing real danger now, she frantically pressed her pudgy little hands against Darwyn's muscular thighs and pushed, trying to back away. Feeling that Arnold might need a little extra incentive, Darwyn reached down with his right hand and took the nipple of Anna's breast between his thumb and forefinger. He raised his hand slowly, lifting her ponderous breast away from her chest. He continued to increase the force, gradually pulling up and out until her entire melon sized breast was dangling by its own weight in mid air, held in place only by the painfully tight grip of Darwyn's fingers on its sensitive nipple. Anna became frantic with the pain; her face turned red as more tears flowed from her eyes. She balled her hands into small fists and began swinging them in circles, desperate to fend off the terrible pain and the feeling that was going to suffocate. Finally, seeing his poor wife abused this way became too much for Arnold. "Darwyn... h-he's right honey, I did want this. I've been have fantasies about this for a long time now," Arnold began. Once he got started, everything began to spill out of him. "I've been having fantasies, awful fantasies, perverted fantasies, for a long time now. I-I wanted to watch you with another guy. Especially a black guy who was really hung." "I wanted to see you like this, on your knees with your mouth stuffed full of cock....and fucking and sucking the guy, watching him do things to you... to see you debased and degraded. And maybe to feel myself humiliated, I don't know. I was so ashamed I just couldn't tell you about it, at least the bad stuff, I knew it would hurt you too much and I-I didn't want that. And what would you think of me? Your husband Arnold, the pervert." He paused for a moment to collect himself. "But I just couldn't get these thoughts and feelings out of my mind, they were there every time I thought about you and they seemed to be getting stronger, more real. I couldn't seem to help myself, I was getting off on them," he went on. "I hoped that all of this could remain a fantasy, a dirty little secret in my mind that it would never go beyond that. That I could somehow keep you from knowing how... how sick I was." His emotions were so strong that tears ran down his face. "Then, when Leon came to work for me and we saw that woman and he mentioned to me how much he like big women, everything suddenly changed. It was like he was able to read my thoughts, like he knew what I was feeling. Suddenly the possibilities of this became real to me... all too real. I began to fear something like this might happen. And fear that they might not happen. I felt torn and conflicted, I wanted it and I was afraid of it. That's when things started to get out of hand, I guess. I just lost control. I didn't mean for any of this happen, Anna. I didn't want to hurt you." Arnold exhaled deeply and dropped his head, unable to look at his wife. "Well, thank you my man," Darwyn said, sounding pleased. "Confession be good for the soul it seems. Now that we all know and understand why we're here, we can get this show on the road." With that, he let go of her breast. It fell back hard against her chest with the slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh. Anna let out a strangled cry from deep in her throat as feeling rushed back into her abused nipple. Then, he released his hand from behind her head, letting Anna move backward far enough to unseat the huge cock that had almost choked her. Anna inhaled large gulps of air, trying to get her breath back. She looked at Arnold, the corners of her mouth turning up in a small grin. When Arnold at last dared to look back at her he noticed a strange twinkle in her eyes; the grin playing on her lips broke into a smile, showing her perfect white teeth. She spent several minutes pleasuring Darwyn orally, her agile tongue darting this way and that, her mouth engulfing the end of his shaft and noisily slobbering on it as she moved the head around inside her mouth. She was careful to hold his cock by the base so he couldn't force what looked like the entire 11 inches into her throat again - or even try. Anxious to get on with things, Darwyn pulled out and stepped back, his cock still fully erect, standing proud and huge, pointed straight at her face. "Take that slut dress off bitch and spread your legs" Darwyn said as he stepped back and removed his jeans completely. Arnold, who was still kneeling in the middle of the room, seemed to come to his senses when he heard Darwyn ordering his wife around. "Anna, please," he said in a small, weak voice. "Y-you don't need to do this." But his words went unheeded; she was already peeling the tight dress up over her head. Darwyn whistled softly when he saw the rest of her. "Oh yeah, Oooooh, fuck yeah, baaaby." He reached down with his big hands and gently fondled and stroked her big breasts. Her nipples and the large, pebbly halos around them were swollen rock hard by his now gentle touch. She smiled shyly at him, pleased that she had been able to arouse him so. She continued to kneel subserviently before the black man, her soft, rounded belly curving downward, obscuring her hairy pussy mound and half hiding the black suspender belt she wore under the heavy rolls of fat. Darwyn removed his hands from her, quickly finished undressing and stepped back towards the couch. "Get your fat ass onto the sofa, bitch, and let me see that pussy," he told her. With a soft grunt, she slowly got to her feet and waddled over to the sofa, her heavy rolls of fat and big breasts jiggling and swaying as she went. She sat down and turned sideways, lying on her back with her head on one arm of the couch. She spread her flabby white thighs open as far as she could, exposing her hair covered cunt under its fatty mound. Darwyn turned to Arnold, pointing his long index finger at the man. "Get over here, now, and lick her pussy, lick it good! Get it all lubed up so I don’t hurt her when I ram this big piece of meat into her," he said, running his hand up and down the length of his erect cock. Arnold looked shocked and confused, but he stood up and walked over to his wife. Looking down at her plush, white body - so big it was overflowing the edge of the couch - he felt his heart racing and his hard-on pounding under his jeans. Once Arnold was seated on the edge of the sofa, Anna flashed him a wicked grin, then raised her legs up and used her hands to pull her meaty lips apart. She was dripping wet and he could see her thick, pink lips were puffy and engorged, peeled apart in arousal as he lowered his head between her big thighs. He inhaled her musky fragrance and began to run his tongue slowly up and down her slit, taking extra time to flick his tongue quickly back and forth over the nub of her hypersensitive clitoris. She moaned out loud the moment his tongue touched her pussy and never let up as Arnold's tongue continued to work its magic in the sloppy pink folds of her sex. After several minutes, her moans and groans were replaced by now familiar gagging, choking sounds. Arnold glanced up to see that Darwyn had lowered himself into a squat and was again forcing his cock deep into Anna’s mouth. Because of the position of her head on the arm of the couch, Arnold could actually see her throat moving as she once again tried to take in as much of his cock as she could. "Eat that pussy boy, lick her cunt and ass, eat her good," he heard Darwyn say as Anna let out a strangled moan. He picked up his pace, licking his wife's sloppy wet pussy, pushing his tongue in and out of her vagina, then moving his head gradually lower until he was licking the soft, sweaty skin between her huge asscheeks. Finally, he went lower still, running his tongue over and around the pungent brown pucker of her anus, something he had always wanted to do but never dared try before. He was aware of a wet, plopping sound as Darwyn withdrew his cock from her mouth. Then Anna totally surprised him. She exhaled loudly, then reached her arms over her blubbery belly and between her big legs. Her reach was just long enough that she was able to wrap her small fingers around Arnold's hair. Holding his head tightly, she pulled him forward into her pussy, then began to slide his face up and down the length of her wet, slimy crack. She groaned loudly, spreading her legs even wider as she pushing her hips up a bit as she continued to grind her husband's face against her overheated slit. She started to pant more heavily as her arousal grew more intense. Arnold's face was covered from forehead to chin with a shiny coating of her juice as she pulled him still harder into her overheated crotch, using his face to masturbate herself. He sensed that she was getting close to orgasm when he felt Darwyn's hand on his shoulder, urging him back. When he sat up and turned around he wanted to jump off the couch and run. To his horror, his face was only inches from Darwyn’s hard, swaying cock! For the second time, Arnold felt a hand grabbing him by the hair, only this time it was Darwyn, pulling his face in so close to the other man's groin that Arnold could smell the musky, sweaty odor and feel the warmth of a long cock pressing against his cheek. He jerked Arnold's head back so he was looking up. Darwyn bent forward un till his face was only inches from Arnold's. "Now you can suck my cock and get it good and wet for your wife, pussy boy," he snarled. He was so close now that Arnold could smell cigarettes and alcohol on his breath. "I know you want to suck it, well, here's your chance. And don't even think about tellin' me otherwise or I'll bust your sorry ass and still fuck your slut wife. You're goin' down, faggot white boy... NOW!" Near panic, poor Arnold ignored Darwyn's words and tried to pull away but Darwyn held his hair tightly. A moment later he felt the big knob of the man's steel hard cock head bumping against his tightly closed lips. Without a word, Darwyn reached down and calmly pinched Arnold's nostrils shut with his thumb and forefinger. Desperate to avoid what he knew was coming, Arnold held his breath for so long he began to feel dizzy, but eventually he opened his mouth wide, gasping for air. As soon as his mouth opened far enough, he felt the warmth and spongy softness of Darwyn's big cock head filling up his mouth. For the first time in his life, Arnold had another man's penis in his mouth. And not just any penis either, but a huge black one. Leon pushed it part way into Arnold's mouth holding his head tightly with both hands now, hurting him. Arnold struggled for a few seconds against this ultimate degradation, shaking his head and making the same awful sounds his wife had, but, after realizing there was no escape, he capitulated and slowly began sucking the big cock that filled his mouth to overflowing. "Mmmmmm, oh yeah bitch, that's the way to do it," Darwyn groaned. Keeping his tight grip on Arnold's hair, he began to move his hips slowly, moving his big shaft in and out, fucking Arnold's mouth. "Fuck yeah! Not bad for a candy ass, pussy white boy," he grunted. "Yeah, that's it, looks like I got me two bitches now. Damn, man, you suck cock almost as good as you old lady," he laughed derisively. "You sure you ain't never done this before?" By that time, Arnold had his eyes closed, trying his best to block out everything and everyone, trying to pretend that none of this was happening, that he wasn't on his knees before a black man, sucking his oversized dick. Yet, as he continued using his mouth to pleasure the man, Arnold began to feel an odd change within him; maybe sucking another man's cock wasn't as bad as he would have thought. Or at least the physical side of it. The mental side, the feelings of humiliation and shame that came with the act were weighing heavily on him and he knew that, when this was finally over, they would be much more difficult to deal with. He tried to clear his head, tried his best to put that part of it completely out of his mind as he stretched his mouth open even further, bobbing his head up and down the thick shaft, stopping frequently to pull back and run his tongue all around the large, sensitive head. Remembering what had happened to Anna, he quickly brought his hand up and wrapped it around the base of Darwyn's cock to prevent being chocked in case Darwyn got carried away. Though it seemed like forever to him, Arnold endured his cocksucking debut for only a few minutes before Darwyn pulled free. He grabbed Arnold by the hair again, jerking his head back so he was looking straight up. Leon brought his face close to Arnold's once again. "OK, motherfucker, now tell me to fuck your slutty, white trash bitch of a wife." On the couch, Anna was in wild eyed rapture from watching her sweet husband actually sucking on a cock. "Ooooh, fuck me now Darwyn, fuck me like a whore," she blurted out suddenly. She had already reached an arm over her fat belly and her right hand was busy between her legs. Both men turned to look at her but she was oblivious, her eyes closed and her fingers making squishy, liquid sounds as she worked them back and forth through the wet, swollen folds of her cunt. Her whole body tingled; she was so over stimulated that she felt almost ready to explode. Darwyn turned back to look at Arnold. "Say it asshole, now!" he insisted. Poor Arnold could only look down at the floor. "F-f-fuck my wife," he mumbled. His voice sounded meek and he felt awful, knowing as soon as he said it that Darwyn would not be satisfied. He was right. Arnold never saw it coming. He just felt an explosion of pain, an incredible sting on his cheek that snapped his head as Darwyn slapped him hard across the face. "I can't hear you," he sing-songed at Arnold. "Mean it when you say it, dick head." It was all Arnold could do to keep from crying, the pain and anxiety he felt were pushing him to the breaking point. And his wife's reaction certainly hadn't helped any. But, once again he felt totally helpless, knowing there was no way out except to co-operate. Arnold felt like a new recruit responding to a drill sergeant, trying to please him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Fuck my slut wife, please fuck her brains out," he practically shouted. "The fucking little cunt deserves it. She wants it. She wants your black cock. Every inch of it!" The words had no sooner left his lips than he hung his head, feeling like a total heel. How could he say such things about his wife? What had she done to deserve this? Maybe worst of all: was she enjoying what was happening to him? Darwyn shoved him aside roughly and knelt on the couch between Anna's parted thighs. He pushed them even further apart, grabbing his cock and bringing it line with her opening. Then, without any warning, he leaned forward and rammed the entire length of his long shaft into her wet pussy in one hard trust. As Arnold watched, her eyes flew wide open and then rolled back in her head. She let out a loud, guttural, animal-like groan, the likes of which Arnold had never heard before. "UUNNGGGHHH! Ooohhh my gawd!!" Anna grunted as her vagina was suddenly stretched wide, filled to capacity and beyond. She struggled for a moment, trying to get her breath as Darwyn pulled back almost all the way, then rammed forward until he was buried deep inside her once again. She panted and moaned as he pounded her with more hard trusts, her back arching sharply off the couch, sending the heavy rolls of fat on her huge body bouncing and rippling every which way. "Ooooh yes, Ooooh my god yes! YESSS!" she screamed, not caring how she sounded as she clawed at the sofa with her fingernails. "Fuck me! Give me your big cock! All of it damn you! Ooooooh, fuck yeah! I love it, give it to me NOW!" Darwyn plowed deep into her again and she came hard, much harder than Arnold had ever seen, her fat, flabby body shaking and straining as a violent orgasm ripped through her. Looking down at her, Arnold was more depressed than aroused. In all their years of making love, Anna had never been able to come from simple penetration; she would always have to rub her clit while he fucked her. Even then, it usually took her quite a while. But now, in less than a minute, she had had a massive orgasm by penetration alone. And to his dismay, she was still screaming and trashing her head about, the sloppy wet sounds coming from her pussy telling Arnold that she was still more aroused than ever. Her massive breasts were wobbling and jouncing about almost painfully, but she was too busy holding onto the sofa and bucking her wide hips to even notice. As he continued to pound his cock into her, Darwyn reached down and began mauling both her soft white belly and her oversized breasts. "Damn, I love bitches with big, fuckin' titties and big, sloppy fat bellies... Oooh, yeah, baby," he grunted, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of her belly and breast at once. "I just love fuckin' love big, fat, white bitches." He grabbed a nipple with the fingers of each hand and pulled her huge breasts away from her chest, twirling them in small circles. Anna was so aroused that she only groaned more loudly, feeling far more pleasure than pain this time. Arnold knelt quietly near the couch, still in shock from having just sucked a man's cock, and watched as his wife behaved like a wild, rutting animal, a woman he didn't even recognize. What had become of his sweet, loving wife, he wondered sadly. Darwyn noticed him kneeling there and grinned at him. Reaching out, he grabbed Arnold by the hair again and pulled him forward until he was so close he could see his wife’s sopping pink pussy. It was stretched tight, Darwyn’s enormous black cock was buried to the hilt in it. When Darwyn slowly pulled it out again, Arnold could only stare, amazed, at Marge's pussy. It looked like a gapping pink cavern. It had always been big he knew, but now, having taken the entire length of Darwyn's massive dick, her vagina was grossed distended, stretched out far beyond anything he could've imagined. So far, in fact, that he could actually see a large circle of darkness at its center, where her opening disappeared into her body. Turning his head slightly, Arnold got another shock: his wife had produced such a flood of lubrication that there was a ring of thick, whitish froth all around the thick base of Darwyn's cock. Then, as if to further torture the man, Darwyn slowly began to push his thick penis back in. To Arnold's further humiliation, Anna began to pant and groan again, asking, pleading, then finally begging Darwyn to slide his entire cock all the way up inside her. As he did so, Anna's moans were loud and unashamed; she appeared to be in another world, her eyes closed and her hips grinding and bumping against Darwyn's pelvis. She had come once already, but Darwyn looked like he was just hitting his stride; the constant thrusting of his slim hips soon had Anna on the edge of another orgasm. "Your old lady's tight little pussy was just made for fucking black cock, no question about it, and the bigger the better. I think this bitch has discovered her inner slut. Ain't that right, Arnold?" Darwyn laughed cruelly, giving her several sharp in and out jabs with his cock to highlight his point. "Looks that way to me." Anna arched her back sharply again. "Yes, oh god yes! Don’t stop fucking me, please don't... oh, god, please don't... ever stop fucking me!" she panted, her voice coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath before Darwyn began pumping her still harder. Arnold felt crushed and ashamed. His wife was acting like a total slut, yet, despite everything that had happened, his cock was still so stiff it was tenting his jeans badly. Noticing this, Darwyn couldn't resist rubbing Arnold's face in it one more time. He began to pump Anna's pussy even faster, taking long, deep strokes. Arnold could only watch in revulsion as his wife began making almost inhuman sounds, shrieking and screaming in ecstasy. It took only a few moments of pounding before her body shook and convulsed a second time, this orgasm seemingly stronger than the first. "Cum inside me Darwyn... Now! Please NOW! Fill me! Cum deep in me! I wanna feel you cum," Anna pleaded, her voice almost childlike. Thoroughly pissed off, Darwyn responded by humping her again, more violently this time, giving her the full length of his swollen cock with flesh slapping force. "Listen, you stupid slut, I call the shots here." Darwyn was panting heavily now, his muscular upper body bathed in a sheen of sweat as he rammed his cock hard into her pussy. "I’ll come where and when I want, you understand? Just shut your damn whore mouth, spread your legs and take my black cock, show me what a good little bitch slut you can be." She didn't reply. She couldn't have replied had she wanted to; her shaking body was being wracked by a third straight orgasm. Darwyn seemed hardly to notice. "Take your clothes off Arnold, time to get naked," Darwyn ordered as he leaned over Anna's still shuddering body. He didn't even bother looking at the other man. Thoroughly cowed by now, Arnold didn’t even think of protesting as he quickly started to remove his clothing. Arnold moved towards the edge of the couch now, standing naked next to his wife and her black lover. As Anna slowly came down from the haze of her third climax, Darwyn pulled out of her and leaned back. He was momentarily out of breath, his chest still heaving from the exertion. His huge cock was still rigid, however, coated with a heavy layer of Anna's pungent pussy slime. He looked at them briefly before turning his head away; he couldn't stomach the sight and he knew whatever was coming would not be good. Despite everything he had been through, his small cock was still fully erect, pointing straight ahead, beyond his control. Darwyn moped the sweat from his brow and began to laugh. "Man, you can't be serious," he said, looking at Arnold's groin. "How did you ever fuck her with that worthless little pencil dick? Sheeeeeit, this bitch could take two like that easy....probably have room to spare....although I don't know, her pussy was pretty tight. But hell," he smirked, "she wouldn't have any problem takin' yours." "Now then, I want Arnold to lay on his back on the floor." Darwyn said, pointing at the floor. He nodded at Anna. "And you, my oversexed, can't get enough black cock slut, I want you to get on top of your hubby, sit right on his face and let him clean out your pussy." He stood back smirking as they both scrambled to comply with his orders. Once Arnold was on the floor, Anna got into a 69 position over him, covering his head completely as she lowered her huge buttocks and soaking wet pussy onto his upturned face. "You can suck on him if you want, but don’t let him come," Darwyn directed. Arnold groaned with pent up relief as he felt the warmth of his wives mouth wrap around his aching cock. Anna's thighs were clenched tight around his head, almost cutting off his hearing. For a moment he felt like was suffocating and he had to concentrate to breath as his entire face was enveloped in her sloppy wet pussy flesh. But once she got comfortable he had enough space, though barely, to begin working his tongue around inside of her. Moments later he saw Darwyn towering above him, grinning, before dropping to his knees behind Anna's fat ass. Even as he worked his tongue in and out of his wife's wet hole, he suddenly became aware of a strange, new sensation: Darwyn's heavy ball sack was bumping against his forehead. Anna changed her position slightly now, moving her crotch off his face and up a bit. She was still so wet and open that it took only two strokes until Darwyn's cock was buried in her again and she had to stop sucking Arnold's cock so she could begin moaning and panting again. He watched from inches away, fascinated, as his wife's tight pussy was plowed wide open by Darwyn's thick cock. Arnold felt a new surge of arousal; he was entranced as he watched his wife's vagina stretched open so tightly from that close, her fat lips being first forced inwards, then pulled back out again. He was also amazed at how quickly Darwyn's cock became coated with a heavy layer of Anna's pussy slime. "Lick my balls. Now, asshole!" Darwyn ordered him. It was a simple matter of adjusting his position, tilting his head back a bit, until Darwyn's balls were at his mouth. As he felt the soft skin of Darwyn's heavy scrotum dragging across his mouth. John licked instinctively; he was well past caring about how or why by now, the smell of Darwyn’s cock and Anna’s pussy in his nostrils had become his only reality. Every few strokes Darwyn would pull out and let his big cock flop down onto Arnold’s waiting mouth. Without question or protest, he would lick and slobber around the underside of it, cleaning off as much of his wife's pungent secretions as he could before Darwyn thrust it back into her. After another few minutes of hard fucking, Darwyn pulled out of Anna’s pussy. It gapped open so far that her slippery juices quickly seeped out in long strings, which dribbled down into Arnold's open mouth. Anna hadn't been able to suck his cock very well as she was being pounded so hard, but such was his horniness that she still managed to bring him to the brink to orgasm. Darwyn's next words filled John with dread. "Tell me Arnold, does your little slut wifey take dick up her ass?" Arnold shuddered, closed his eyes, and slowly shook his head no. He had never really considered anal sex before; he always assumed that Anna would be offended and so he had never bothered to ask her. The way things were going tonight, though, who could tell? It wouldn't matter anyway; he had long ago lost control of anything that might happen and he knew it, though he kept that thought to himself. Getting no response, Darwyn tried again. "Well, what about it bitch, you want to feel this big old cock jammed up your ass?" he asked almost casually. "If you thought it felt tight in your pussy...." He didn't finish his thought, didn't have to. Anna stopped jerking Arnold’s cock and turned her head back over her shoulder. Fear began to grip her and she hesitated a moment, unsure of her response. "N-nnooo thank you,' she said, knowing immediately how ridiculous it sounded. "I-I-I’ve never done that before and don’t think I could do it." She began to whine then, her voice higher. "Please Darwyn, don't," she begged, "Please... please don't make me...I-I can't do that" Darwyn laughed out loud and slapped her right ass cheek with his open hand, hard enough to leave a red handprint against the white flesh. He readjusted his position, taking the bloated knob of his rigid cock and bumping it lightly against her puckered asshole. Anna quickly wriggled forward, wanting desperately to get away, but he slipped his long arm under her large hips and yanked her back. He slapped her left buttock now, this time harder. "There's a first time for everything, bitch," he said hoarsely. "Now stay still slut, I am gonna fuck me some tight ass whether you want it or not." Arnold watched from below, not daring to move. He wondered what he would do if Darwyn forced his wife to take it in her ass. A moment later the black man helped him make up his mind. "You decide Arnold, what's in gonna be? Either I fuck your sorry ass or I fuck your wife’s!" Darwyn said. "Somebody's going to get it... don't make no difference to me. What do you want to do? It's up to you, Arnold." There was total silence in the room as Darwyn continued to probe around Anna’s brown anal ring with the head of his cock. "No please! Please don't! Y-you'll hurt me," Anna pleaded. Unfortunately for poor Anna, there was no possible way Arnold was going to let Darwyn fuck his ass. He knew he had to save himself from this final, wretched degradation, even if it meant sacrificing his wife in the process. Fuck her in the ass Darwyn," he blurted out "she’ll take it alright." In a near panic now, Anna tried once again to wiggle away but Darwyn, laughing now, quickly reached out and dragged her back to him again. "Hold still now bitch, or this really will hurt." As Arnold watched from below, Darwyn coated his cock head with spittle and began to push it harder against her tight ass. For a moment, nothing happened; then her tight anal pucker began to give way as the swollen, purple knob was gradually forced into it. Anna screamed and bucked and struggled, but Darwyn held her tight, his thick cock now buried an inch or so up her ass. He leaned forward then, ever so slowly inched his monster black cock up her lily white ass. "Ooooh God! Oooooh please! NOOO!" she cried, but Darwyn was relentless now, forcing his cock up her tight back passage until almost half of it was buried inside her. He stop paused a few moments, letting both of them catch their breaths. But it was a short reprieve. Keeping an iron grip on her hefty hips, he began to move foreword once again, grunting and straining with the effort. "Yeah, oh, yeah! Damn, that feels good. Oooooh, fuck, yeah," he moaned. Anna's virgin ass felt like a hot vice around his sensitive cock. "Fuck yeah, baby, you feel that big cock in your hot little ass? I know you feel every fucking inch, don't you, you filthy slut whore." Anna could feel it, indeed. She was in such pain that she dug her nails deeply into Arnold's legs, but he was so fascinated by the sight of Darwyn's thick black pole disappearing into her tiny anal opening that he took no notice. So great was the pressure in her ass that her pussy gapped open even more, and without thinking Arnold pushed his tongue inside it, strained to get as much of her delicious pussy fluid as he could manage. Then, he quickly moved his tongue up and began to lap at her clit, hoping the pleasure he produced for her would offset some of the terrible pain she was feeling. He could feel Darwyn's heavy, egg-sized testicles bumping against his forehead and face as he continued to lick his wife's slit. Above him, Anna was panting like a dog and whimpering crazily against the pain, but Darwyn ignored her and kept thrusting, plunging deeper and deeper until finally he hit bottom. She let out a loud scream when Darwyn suddenly pulled his cock halfway out, then slowly forced it back in again. It slide in just a bit easier the second time and soon Darwyn had impaled her again. Anna dropped her head onto Arnold’s legs and started pounding the floor with her fists. Although she continued to mumble and moan, Arnold couldn’t make out what she was saying, he just kept watching what was happing above him. As Darwyn pulled back a third time, Arnold noticed that Darwyn's cock was glistening; it had become covered with a heavy mixture of ass and pussy slime. After four or five back and forth thrusts, Darwyn started fucking her ass in earnest. Pulling his cock out and sliding it in was becoming much easier now. "You like that cunt.....you like having your ass fucked," he panted. "Look at that black cock in your wife’s butthole, Arnold, she fucking loves it." To his amazement, Arnold could see she was now actually pushing back to meet Darwyn’s trusts, throwing her head back and panting so hard she could hardly catch her breath. "Ooooooooh my gggodddd... Oooooooh... uunngghhh... oh, shit, it's big, Arnold, so damn big in me... keep licking me honey... yeah... just like that... oh, yes... right there... it's so good." Darwyn burst out laughing and started slamming her harder, slapping her so hard that he left more red handprints all over her enormous white ass cheeks. "Fucked in the ass by a big black cock! You wife is a fucking degenerate slut, you know that Arnold?" he taunted. "A white trash pig of a whore, a worthless piece of fuckmeat." He, too, was starting to pant from the exertion. "You better keep a damn close eye on this bitch after tonight, Arnold, you never know what the hell she might try to do after this. Your big, fat cunt of a wife might start runnin' around on your sorry ass... maybe looking for other black guys... she might even bring 'em home and fuck 'em right here under your nose... you can sit in the chair and jerk off as you watch it, since you sure ain't man enough to do anything to stop it." Between Darwyn's savage thrusting and Arnold's gentle clit licking, Anna felt another orgasm rapidly approaching. She ramming her massive hips back hard at Darwyn and mashed her dripping wet pussy on Arnold's face, rubbing it back and forth in a frenzy. "Ooooh fuck my ass, Darwyn, slap it hard baby......fuck it harder.....please," she said hoarsely, twisting her head from side to side. She lifted the top of her body up from the floor so Arnold could feel her huge tits swaying and banging against his legs and cock. "Oooohhh, ooohh, ooohh my god, oh my god yes! Your cock feels so big! So good inside my little ass. My tight little ass." As the leading edge of another intense orgasm began to wash over her, she suddenly began to babble, losing her last shred of control and dignity. "Can you see it Arnold? Can you see it in me, see it going in and out, baby? I'm a good fuck, aren't I Arnold? Aren't I Arny? Your wife, your baby, is a good little fuck. An oversexed whoring slut, a bad little girl, just like Darwyn says." She continued to rant almost incoherently as the full force of her orgasm overwhelmed her. Indeed, Arnold could see it all, and taste and smell and hear it too, as Darwyn’s cock was only inches from his mouth, a blur of motion as it was pile driven deeply into his wife’s willing ass. When Anna finally finished her long, drawn-out climax, Darwyn pulled his big cock out and Arnold could see his wife's abused anus, gaping open so wide he could see the pink insides, much the same way he had seen her pussy earlier. Looking up from his position on the floor, Arnold grimaced because he feared what might be coming next. Worst yet, he knew there that there would be no escaping it. Unfortunately for Arnold, he didn't have to wait long to find out. Once again, Darwyn reached down and pinched Arnold's nostrils shut. Realizing that protest was completely futile, he opened his mouth even before he needed to, far enough so that Darwyn could quickly force in about four or five inches of his filthy, foul tasting meat. Arnold used every bit of his will power and self control to keep from vomiting as he worked his tongue around the swollen cock head, the part that had been driven deepest into his wife's bowels. Darwyn leaned forward, resting his sweaty chest against Anna's back for a moment while Arnold kept sucking the black man's vile tasting dick. "Hey baby, your candy- ass, fag husband is sucking your shit off my cock, you wanna see?" He said it softly, but still loud enough for Arnold to hear. To Arnold's utter horror and humiliation, Anna happily said yes. She began to giggle as she climbed off her husband and turned around to look at him. She moved even closer then, watching in rapt attention as Darwyn forced several more inches of his thick cock down Arnold's already filled throat; so much more in fact that he began to choke and gag. "Candy-ass white faggot wimp,"Darwyn snarled. He looked at Anna as Arnold gagged again. "You better give this asshole some lessons in cocksucking, bitch, he's about worthless the way he is now. Fuck it, I’m gonna come in his fucking mouth, that's about all it's good for." His cock made a wet, popping sound as he pulled it from Arnold's mouth. He grabbed Arnold by the hair, yanking and pulling until he was kneeling on the floor directly in front of him. Seeing what was going to happen and not wanting to be left out, Anna straightened up and walked on her knees until she was next to her husband. She pressed her cheek closely against his, then slipped an arm around his waist, pulling him as close to her as possible. Darwyn liked the idea and he switched back and forth, holding his turgid cock by its base and stuffing the bulbous cock head first into Arnold's mouth, then into Anna's. As the saliva mixed with the other secretions on his cock it formed a slippery, rank smelling goo that Darwyn took delight in rubbing all over both of their faces. "OK kiddies, keep those mouths open wide," he finally rasped. Then he took a step back and stroked his huge cock harder. Spreading his legs a bit, he brought the bloated head of his cock close to Arnold's face. The powerful muscles in his thighs and abdomen began to tense up and he stroked his cock more slowly, almost stopping, until finally he could stand it no more and began to come, his cock erupting like a fire hose. The torrents were so thick and came out with such incredible force that for a moment it looked like he was pissing semen instead of ejaculating it. The first blast caught Arnold square in the face, half of it going into his mouth, the other half splattering over his nose, eyes and forehead. He quickly grabbed Anna by the hair, bending her head forward as he let go with another heavy shot, getting some in her mouth as well before landing the rest all over her pudgy face. He continued this way, alternating from one face to the other until his massive balls were at last drained. Anna and Arnold had both borne the brunt of Darwyn's long delayed ejaculation. By the time he finished, each of their faces was covered with a coating of warm, creamy semen. Darwyn looked down at them with a satisfied smile. His aim had been good; he had sprayed his seed everywhere: into their mouths, up their noses, onto their hair and into their eyes, causing then to burn badly from the salt. "Alright, Arnold, you may kiss the bride," he joked, unable to keep from laughing as he surveyed his handiwork. "And I don't mean a fuckin' peck on the cheek, either." Arnold felt so degraded and disgusted that he made no move, just knelt there as several sticky strings of semen dripped from his chin and landed on his thighs. Sensing Darwyn's impatience and what it might lead to, Anna turned to her husband, took his face in her hands and laid a sloppy French kiss on his goo coated lips. She sighed as she continued her kiss, making loud, slobbering sounds as she ran her long, pointed tongue around his lips and into his mouth. Though he was near to gagging from the taste and smell of Darwyn's ejaculate, Arnold managed to kiss her back, passing a stringy glob of the sticky liquid into her waiting mouth.

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