“One night there was a turning point,” Benny continued. “I was in the den in the back of the house, sleeping over because of a storm that knocked trees in the road. Her mom told me that this was the night. And before too long, her daughter did come in. Before I knew it, she was putting her hand on my cock. Next thing you know, we were making out on the couch.
“It still took me some kissing and sharing of secrets before she let me go farther … but I did get inside of her and after that, it was on.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, stroking away. “And did you ruin her pussy?”
Benny chuckled. “Well, not exactly … but I knew as soon as I saw the surprised look in her eyes—when her pussy clenched and came on my cock—that she wouldn’t ever be as happy with guys like her boyfriend again.”
I laughed along with him. “No way!” I said, stroking Benny harder. My pussy was dripping again, thinking of that young blond goddess cheating happily on her boyfriend, pulling Benny deep inside her tan legs, not worrying about her boyfriend’s small, ineffective penis or the consequences of getting fucked—in that moment, not even worrying about her mom hearing her ecstatic screams throughout the house.
“Enough talk!” I said while pushing Benny back on the towel. “I need it inside me again ….”
Benny’s cock jutted out, not straight up but bending slightly, looking plump and scary. Dan’s cock had to be rock hard to fuck well, but Benny …. As long as he was somewhat aroused there was plenty to work with. This time, I put the condom on, ripping the wrapper open with urgency, sliding it on fast, pushing Benny down hard, not thinking about Dan, grabbing for Benny’s cock from behind. I lowered myself onto it, my hand on his brown chest as I guided it in. “Ah!” I said as I felt him slide into me. I started moving up and down on his cock, taking a good half of him inside me comfortably, loving that filled-up feeling.
I was up on that cock, getting used to it, feeling not only the pleasure of getting fucked, but a new, unaccustomed sensation: that if the penetration just kept up a little longer, a wailing pussy come was absolutely inevitable. Technique didn’t matter. As long as Benny could stay reasonably hard—and boy, was he good at that—I was gonna come. I could just grind my way into the inevitable. No coaching or concentration needed, I could just let myself go. There was no losing Benny’s cock.
This made me think of Dan, so I looked over at him, and was surprised to see him stroking his cock again, almost hard, watching me bounce up and down, obsessed with my greedy little pussy’s needs.
I was disappointed in Dan; he was a good man, but he was sexually inferior to this stud fucking me so expertly. Cheryl was right, dammit—he was my emotional peer, but not my sexual peer. That’s what Benny was. Whether I would lose Dan as a husband over this might be a pressing concern later, but until my pussy came again, that concern was completely irrelevant. Right now, it was all about this surge of pleasure between my legs, this amazing. baby-making fullness. I was moving up and down with urgency now, feeling my tits bounce and sway as Benny grabbed for them, brimming with lust and laughter.
“That’s it, Dan, stroke your little dick,” I said without mercy. “You could never fuck me like this, so you get to watch. Watch this pussy come again, watch how a real man fucks!”
“Oh yeah, baby! That’s right! You tell him what you need!!” Benny encouraged me.
I would have more to say to Dan, but I couldn’t think about that now. I needed to come; I needed that more than anything. I could feel my pussy lips getting pulled inside out by his cock on every thrust. It was great to bounce like crazy without worrying about his cock slipping out—a constant concern with Dan.
I could feel the excitement rising inside, building and building. Benny could feel it too. “That’s it, baby, you’re really gonna come this time!”
Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders and held them tight, impaling me on his cock just as my pussy started spasming around him. My legs shook as I gave into a pleasure that ruled over right and wrong. “Oh my fucking God!!” I was trembling, leaning over his chest for balance, spasms gripping my body.
I thought I was all fucked out, but as I flopped down, Benny pulled me around and had my ass in the air. Before I could say otherwise, he was entering me from behind, kneeling to guide his huge head inside me.
But then he stopped and pulled out. “What Benny?”
“I was thinking …” said Benny.
“What??!!” I said, moving my hips in nasty circles, humping my back out, searching impatiently for his cock.
“That maybe Dan would like to do the honors.”
“Of what?” I asked.
“Of guiding me inside you.”
I was shocked. I loved the idea.
“That’s right, Dan, you do the honors. Take your hands of your little dick and come guide this man into me!”
Dan seemed in a trance, but he obeyed. His submission made my pussy drip like crazy. God I was a horny bitch!
I looked behind me as Dan grabbed Benny’s thick cock and pushed his cockhead inside, where it landed with a loud, unDanlike plop.
“Oh wow, Benny, oh wow ….”
Benny starting moving his cock in and out of me from behind. “Thank you, Dan,” Benny said condescendingly. “I’ll take it from here.”
I laughed. Then I started to moan.
“That’s it …” he said encouragingly. “You have a gorgeous round ass … stick it up in the air for me, show your husband how much you want this cock.”
I did as I was told, moving my ass higher, seeking his cock.
Benny stuck it in deeper, responding to my movements. God it turned me on to be fucked by such a master cocksman. He gradually picked up the pace, and I felt myself coming again, sore but happy. “Coming!!” I said as he pounded me.
We slowed down for a bit, still fucking. I thought he would pull out and pronounce me well fucked. But he kept working it.
“That was nice Linda, but you have more for me.”
“Oh I don’t know, Benny, I’m pretty fucked out.”
“No, I think you have a little more for me, a little more to show Dan.”
“I don’t know, Benny,” I said as I turned around and smiled at him, so grateful for how he was making me feel.
“Let me show you, honey ….” And he grabbed the ends of my hair with one hand while steadying my hip with the other. He worked it a bit faster and it started to feel real good again, that warm itchy sensation dominating the soreness.
Then I heard a slamming sound and it was on!! I could feel the base of his cock against me, his entire dick inside of me.
“Oh! Oh!”
Benny was fucking me furiously now. It was so animalistic and violent the way he was pounding me. My pussy didn’t even sound sexy, it sounded vulgar, like a plunger was ramming its way in with massive, slutty strokes.
“That’s it, Linda!” Benny called out. “That’s how you get fucked!”
“Oh my God, Benny! My pussy is on fire! This feels so good! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”
Benny released my hair, gripped my hips, and really let me have it. Meantime my hair was flying around my mouth and face as I shook my head with passion and fucked my ass back as hard as I could.
“Fuck this cock, bitch! Show him what a slutty bitch you are!”
God, I couldn’t believe he was talking to me like that! I loved every word of it. I couldn’t have stopped fucking Benny if ten people had started watching.
“Tell him,” Benny commanded. “Tell Dan what it’s like!”
“Oh God, Dan!” I screamed. “This is how I need to get fucked! You have no idea how good this feels!”
Dan was working his little penis like crazy. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He was lost in anger, shame, and lust. He was almost there.
“You could never fuck me like this, Dan! Your little dick would just slip out of my pussy! Isn’t that true, Dan?” I yelled out, recalling some frustrating times when he had tried to take me doggy style and his co
ck had not been able to stay inside me once we started moving. The friction from Benny’s cock was overwhelming by comparison.
“Look at it! Watch this big dick slide up in me, so deep, never falling out! That’s what a woman needs!”
Dan was losing it. I was feeling that power Cheryl had told me about.
“That’s it, Dan! Make that little dick come while your wife gets fucked! I wanna see you squirt! Squirt that little pee pee while you see what a real man can do to your wife’s pussy!!” I couldn’t believe how mean I was being to Dan, but it felt so natural, so right, and in a peculiar way, so kind.
Dan was helpless, totally in my control, although I wasn’t even touching him. This turned me on even more. I watched his cock spurt and spurt, even though it didn’t have much come left in it. Dan was on dry heaves at this point.
But then I forgot about Dan because Benny was fucking me even harder, if that was possible, and it was all about Benny and what he was doing to my pussy, again and again, and then I felt something on its way out of my body, something so full and deep I didn’t even recognize it until it splashed out of me:
“Oh God!! I’m cumming cumming cumming cumming … CUMMING!!”
My pussy was turning inside out on Benny’s cock, gripping and tugging and spasming. Benny just held me against his wonderful penis, my ass pulled high, until my spasms subsided. If he had rolled off his condom and put his sperm all up in my pussy I would not have protested. My juices were dripping all over my legs. I felt like the sluttiest whore ever … and the happiest woman.
I wanted it to be over; I was sure it was over. Soreness was taking precedence over pleasure. Benny started pulling in and out again, nice and slow. It did feel kind of good, as though we were winding down—like lightly rubbing someone’s back after a deeper massage.
“Oh, Linda, that was nice baby,” Benny said.
“Benny, wow, yeah that was not so bad,” I said teasingly, understating his prowess.
Benny seemed content to just move in and out slowly, his big hands resting calmly, possessively, on my hips, right in front of my husband.
And then it was over. I was finally fucked out. Benny’s cock slipped out of me with a huge, drooling squelch.
This time, when the sex ended, there was no easy transition back to three friends on the beach. The scene had been a little too edgy. It was awkward as we cleaned up in silence and said our goodbyes, and even more uncomfortable after Dan and I went back to our hotel.
Chapter 14: Emotional Ramifications
I wish I could say that I apologized to Dan, or felt guilty, or worried about his feelings, but I really didn’t. For the rest of the vacation, Dan was quiet and docile—very unlike him. All I could think about was fucking Benny as much as possible. I didn’t invite Dan to watch again, but he always knew where I was going.
I found myself experiencing strange new emotions for Dan, even hostile ones. I started to think of him as pathetic. One day I came into the bathroom while he was in the shower and, seeing his penis so small and withdrawn, thought to myself, “Why did you marry a man with such a tiny cock?” Another time, I lay in bed, fingering my sore pussy, thinking it could use a little more fucking. Then I remembered I was with Dan, and I probably wouldn’t even feel his skinny five-incher if he pushed it in as hard as he could, not with Benny stretching and filling me every day. Once Dan did try to fuck me, and I felt next to nothing. His small penis spurted quickly, as if it realized its hopeless task.
I did walk the beaches with Benny and Dan a couple more times. How people stared! Here we were, a living cliché. Me in the middle, with my small-dicked white husband on one side and this black man with a massive swinging penis on the other. A few people even tried to take pictures with us in the background. Perhaps even more intense were the times Benny and I walked the beaches alone. Girls would give me jealous glances. I could feel the guys stare at my fully-tanned body with intense lust, then glance at Benny’s cock and look away, shy and embarrassed. It felt so right that I would be out with a huge fucker of a man who deserved my body sexually and was in no way intimidated by the prospect of pleasing my voracious pussy. But I was married, and vacations don’t last forever.
After Dan and I got home from that trip, we lived almost like brother and sister—like brother and sister who weren’t that fond of each other. I could feel us drifting. I wasn’t sorry for what I had done; instead I felt sexually entitled. That anger and entitlement didn’t mix well with Dan’s sentiments. I had to wonder: “How will my marriage survive this?” Or … “Should my marriage survive this?” I couldn’t feel much of anything. All I could think about were these newfound needs my pussy had discovered, awakened by Eddie but brought to a turning point by Benny. I didn’t think I could ever be satisfied by my husband again. For the first time, that previously unthinkable word, divorce, poked its way into my head.
I started fucking some guy on the side. The first time I got a big cock inside me again, it felt terrific. It was a relief to give into the sensations. But after the sex, things felt weird … hollow … bad.
Dan moved out a few days after. He packed a duffle bag, left a note with the hotel he was staying in. The note was short and factual, devoid of emotion. I got fucked again that night. After I came home, I ate a box of ice cream sandwiches, and cried my eyes out.
A couple weeks later, I found myself sitting on Cheryl’s back porch. A part of me was secretly hoping Eddie was around, that I would get a little something. My heart sank when Cheryl said Eddie was out of town, or more accurately, my pussy pouted. What was I doing here anyway? But I couldn’t talk to a therapist about this. Cheryl’s unusual views on this topic seemed to make more bizarre sense than a therapist’s anyway.
“Aww girl … buck up!” Cheryl said with that bubbly sisterhood vibe that immediately made me wish I hadn’t come over.
“Dan moved out.”
“Oh …. I’m sorry.” She was silent, then: “Girl, you gotta get that boy back!”
“I know, but ….”
One good thing about Cheryl: she wasn’t going to give me the whole, “What about your daughter?” routine. I felt torn up enough already, even with her away at school.
“It’s like this,” Cheryl said. “Dan is a good husband and father. You don’t want to let that go.”
“Yeah ….”
“Remember what I told you, that dirty little secret of female sexuality,” said Cheryl.
“What’s that?”
“Women need great sex and great love. There are very few men in this world who can provide both … and the best male lovers are rarely monogamous. Women fight over their prowess. Then we crank out a kid or two and settle for less sexually, or hope that being in love with someone will be enough, and sometimes it is, for a while … but it can grow stale. Then we cheat on our husbands and feel ashamed.
“I mean, look at me,” Cheryl continued. “Eddie is an amazing fuck, as you know ….” Cheryl stopped for a moment and smiled. “But I have no idea how I could raise a family with him. It really makes me nervous; that big dick of his could knock me up anytime.” We both laughed, and I flushed, thinking of Eddie pounding into her.
“You have the opposite problem,” Cheryl said. “You have great love, but your sex life has flatlined. Dan was all you needed at first, but now …” Cheryl paused, perhaps to gauge my feelings, “his sexual shortcomings have become obvious to you.”
I could only nod.
“He can make love to you, but he can’t FUCK. And right now, your beautiful womanly body is in its sexual prime, and sometimes it needs to be FUCKED—by a man who is dominant enough to rip the come out of your body … someone you can lose yourself to.”
Her words alone were making me squirmy and hot. But then she took the lust back out of me: “You feel so little attraction to Dan that you are letting him drift away. But underneath that, you love him. Your life without him feels empty; your life with him feels compromised.”
Cheryl had nailed it aga
in … what a pain she was. “Hey girlie, it could be worse,” she continued. “A lot of women don’t get good lovin’ or good pushin’. At least we each have one of the two.”
“But I want both!” I said. “And besides, I think you’re better off. Without great sex, real romantic love is so … difficult. You can always get your emotional needs met elsewhere.”
“Yes …” said Cheryl. “But there are plenty of loveless marriages. Sex fades too. Eventually, Eddie would become a distant partner. If we had kids, I’d be doing most of the work. Over time, his sexual appeal would fade as I became turned off by his indifference or angered by his cheating. He’s not someone I would marry. Dan would die for you. I’d give anything to have a man like that in my life!”
I felt the rightness of what Cheryl was saying. Dan loved me enough to suffer intensely if that was the price.
“This is uncharted territory,” said Cheryl. “You have to understand: women have never had the cultural and sexual power they enjoy today. They have always had to compromise. In some ancient societies I studied, women did exert more sexual power, but it wasn’t common, and lack of birth control forced them into oppressive marriages sooner or later.”
“We need new relationship forms,” Cheryl went on. “Relationships that are structured on the understanding of women’s pleasure and emotions.”
“But how does that apply to me?” I asked Cheryl, feeling impatient and exasperated by her theoretical future.
“Well, think about the sexual psychology here,” Cheryl said. “You need more than Dan can give you sexually. You know that, he knows that ….”
“Right …” I said, wondering where this would lead.
“You’re still equals in marriage, but you’re not equal sexually.”
“And remind me, why is that?”
“It’s harsh but simple,” Cheryl said: “Your pussy can make his cock come—easily, I might add—but his cock can’t make your pussy come. And here’s the kicker: you’re in charge of any man sexually who can’t make your pussy come. Your best orgasms usually come when you’re submitting to a man who can fill you up, the kind of man who makes you want to spread your legs so he can stretch you and make you shake and turn you inside out.”
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