My head was muzzy, my body ached and I felt something pushing inside me, then withdrawing again. In my semi-conscious state I visualised my husband Thomas fucking me like he always did when he came home half-pissed from his Friday night pub crawls.
Bloody hell! Whatever it was ramming into me was a lot bigger than Tom’s six and a half inches.
Unable to force my eyes open I felt and listened to the scrotum slapping against the inside of my thighs. Oh this felt weird. Like a wet dream, only better. In and out it pushed and pulled as I lay there rigid, just like I had done for Tom for most of our twenty three year marriage. He showed no passion so none was returned. All he wanted was a cold half-drunken fuck.
This though was making my juices flow. My cunt was being forced apart by the girth of the weapon, the strokes long and deep, making me gasp with pleasure. I just had to push and push rhythmically I did.
Around me I could hear some kind of movement, like things being rubbed. Not one, not two but several.
What a dream this is. I tried to open my eyes, and gradually I managed to see a blurred vision of a black man, his body between my legs, his monster of a cock ramming into me.
Instantly I felt repelled; not by his colour, but because of my infidelity. I had never done anything behind Tom’s back before and this was happening without my consent. It was rape, yet it was so enjoyable. I began to gurgle with pleasure at each hastening stroke... Tom, I thought, if only you were like this, huge and athletic.
That’s when I felt something else, something pressed into my right hand. My fingers tightened round it. It was another cock, rigid and wanton, and the white guy I now could see was middle aged and paunchy. Naked as the day he was born, he was clean shaven which seemed almost unnatural.
Now I was fully conscious. I was living what had been something of a fantasy of mine for a number of years and whilst I had no idea of where I was, how I got to be here with these men, looking round I could see another five, no six men. All naked, all frantically rubbing their cocks.
The one in my hand demanded attention and I began wanking it in time with the massive fucking I was getting from the monster cock lower down. Another of the men came over and his seven or eight inch cock pressed against the lips of my mouth. Never sucked one of them before but now’s a good time to start, I thought to myself. I puckered my lips then let it slowly enter, my teeth catching the bulbous bit. It tasted somewhat salty, and there was a definite aroma which I put down to his sweaty genitals.
This was ecstasy!
I grabbed his stem and wanked it as I sucked. Suddenly the black guy rammed me so hard that I screamed, not of pain, but with ecstatic pleasure. Abruptly he pulled his 10” cock out and I heard and felt the slurp, I watched as he tossed his head back and grimaced as he wanked his massive tool. His body jerked as his spunk shot onto my stomach, loads of it, in spasms.
Someone else was now sucking my tits, my nipples hard and erect. It gave me so much pleasure that I wanted to come myself. I pulled my hand free and went down to my penis sized clitoris and fingered myself to a quick and violent climax. And another, and another, but my empty cunt was really begging for more cock. Within moments someone else drilled into me, but he slid too easily into my stretched hole and quickly used me as a masturbating machine. Before I could say fuck, he’d shot his cum inside me.
The guy with his dick in my mouth muttered that he was coming and momentarily I hesitated not really knowing what to expect. He rammed his cock deeper into my mouth and halfway down my throat. Then he groaned and quivered violently and I felt him shooting to the back of my mouth and down my throat. I began to choke and spit it out, but there was so much of it that I could not stop myself from swallowing.
I had never had so much attention from so many men before, but they all had the same idea, they stood over me rubbing their cocks, their hand movements getting faster all the time. Then one grunted and he spurted his juices over me, then each one of them did the same, some together, some separately.
I was covered in cum, some runny, some lumpy, all had individual aromas, whilst the tang in my mouth remained.
For a moment I thought I would be left by myself, but suddenly all the wankers and fuckers were being as nice as pie to me. They helped clean me up and passed me a robe to pull on and cover myself up. Somehow having had them leering and wanking over my naked body I thought it odd though it was a nice gesture. My head still ached and my pussy was sore and stretched. I smiled at the black guy and he came over, stooped down and kissed me, his tongue darting deep into my mouth. He whispered in my ear saying he thought I was a great fuck, he loved my tight cunt and did I want to fuck him again. My wide grin said it all.
In the last hour or so I had had more sex than I’d had in total for years. I never knew such a group of diverse men would have so many different shaped cocks, but they did. How horny the thought of them made me.
Jerome, he was the black guy, French kissed me again then went down between my legs felt his lips enclosing my lips, then his tongue slowly at first began to slip inside me, then it became more frantic. I felt a finger push inside me, then a second, or maybe a third. This Jerome knew how to work on a woman. The next thing I felt was his massive tool in my hand. It was growing harder all the time and its girth was so big that my tiny hand could hardly grip it properly.
I began slowly rubbing it, until it was fully erect. I couldn’t believe how big it really was. I could grip it with both hands and there were still inches protruding.
You gonna suck it? Jerome insisted. It was a hard job getting it into my mouth. As he fucked me it kept ramming the back of my throat. The he slipped it out and went straight between my legs again, stretching me wide open. God it was good. I wrapped my legs round him and moved with him too. I don’t know how long he lasted but this time as he began to jerk towards climax and started to draw out, my cunt muscles gripped him, kept him rigid inside me, drawing him, drawing him, into me. I wanted him in me. It was a really deep feeling, I was hot and could feel myself coming and as I did so Jerome succumbed and he spurted his hot load of come into me.
Thoughts of safe sex had disappeared long before, so I was thrilled to have so much attention and so much cock.
You a good woman, he said. I want to fuck you again, tomorrow maybe?
Fuck me? I questioned. Man you can screw me any time you want.
One thing that bothered me was how I got there in the first place. How it happened I don’t know, but I was really pleased I was there. Later I found out that my dopey old man had dropped something in my drink at the bar....
How strange he should appear just as I was pulling my knickers on.
You’re a fucking slut! He yelled...I saw you, you dirty cunt. And I tell you something else; I got it all on video, so you can come home and watch yourself....
The video remained in my possession, and though it helped my old man get it up a few times, he didn’t object to young Jerome fulfilling my dreams, two or three times every week for months. What I couldn’t understand was how Jerome, nearly twenty years my junior, really fancied me.
I still watch the video when no-one’s here and spend a lot of time masturbating. I’ve a ten inch vibrator that whirrs its pleasures inside me but it’s nowhere near as long as Jerome’s monster, and nowhere near as exciting. He has permanently stretched my tight little fanny into a far more accommodating entrance to my inner self. He has been in deeper than anyone else inside me and will always be the biggest cock in town! Bless his great big monster.