“Back seat,” Leroy said as I went to sit down.
“But there’s…”
“Back seat!”
I got in the back seat as Shelly and Leroy laughed together. “We’re going to have some fun tonight.” Leroy cheered as he pulled out of the parking spot. Shelly was letting her hand lazily play with the chest hair coming out of his shirt collar.
Ch. 3
At the restaurant, I was sitting at a table just to the left of the booth Leroy and my wife were sharing. I could see them as their hands took turns disappearing beneath the table. I could see the lust in Shelly’s eyes. They were both sending taunting glances over to my table.
I could feel other eyes on me as well. I could see the other people in the bar. They were all looking at me. They were pointing and laughing. I knew they understood what was going on. I was bright red with fear, and shame.
“Come on, we need to talk,” Leroy said as he stood over me.
I got up and followed him across the room. He held open a door, and I walked in. I realized too late that I was in the bathroom. “What’s going on?” I shouted as I turned back to see Leroy’s wide, gap-toothed smile.
“You don’t need to worry,” Leroy’s voice was silky smooth. “I just wanted to make sure everything was good.”
“Good?” I said, a little stunned.
“Yeah, I know how much you like big, black cock, so I wanted to make sure that you approved,” Leroy’s smile dropped off. “Now on your knees.”
I got down onto the cold bathroom floor so fast. I was shaking as he moved his crotch right next to my face. “Take it out,” Leroy commanded. “Now!”
I felt my tongue licking my lips, which I tried to excuse as dry mouth, but I slowly reached under his waistband. A jolt of electricity moved through my body as I touched his giant rod. It was only half hard, but it was heavy and thick. I pulled it out and let it fall back against his sweat pants. My heart was racing.
“You’re going to need both hands to aim it,” Leroy advised. He wasn’t even looking at me. He was texting someone.
I nodded and took the big cock in both hands. I pointed it at the toilet. “You need to get close to aim it,” Leroy said as he pushed my face up against his throbbing manhood. I could feel it pulling the skin on my face, as the erection grew.
“What else should I make him do?” Leroy asked. I looked up at him. He wasn’t texting. He turned his phone so I could see Shelly staring back at me on video chat.
“Just get me back to the motel,” Shelly purred. She looked positively delirious.
I could see in the small chat screen in the corner that I looked just as delirious. I couldn’t help it. The shame was burning at me, but I loved Leroy’s cock. I was disappointed when he slipped it back into his pants. I let out a low moan.
“Don’t worry buddy,” Leroy laughed. He pushed my face into his crotch, and I purred as his thick, hard dick pressed back against my face. “We won’t forget about you.”
Leroy took Shelly out to the truck as I paid for our dinners. I was only a few minutes behind them, but they were already undressing in the back seat. I went to get in the back seat.
“You’re driving!” Leroy commanded and this time I listened on the first warning. I got into the front seat. The keys were already in the ignition. I turned the key and pulled out of the parking spot.
“This is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen,” Shelly made a point to look in the mirror as she shouted this for me to hear. The next sounds out of her mouth were slurping and sucking, and hypnotic moaning. I could almost taste Leroy’s dick in my mouth as I drove the tow truck up to our parking spot.
Leroy didn’t even stop to get dressed as he carried Shelly effortlessly into the room. I followed close behind, but as I came in the door, Leroy’s hand grabbed me by the throat. He put me onto my knees and held my head against his hip. “I want you to have a front row seat.”
Shelly was staring right at me as she tried to get as much black cock into her throat as she could. She was attacking it hungrily. She had never looked like this with my cock in her mouth. Her eyes were shooting daggers at me, and then she would look up and drool at Leroy.
“You that look,” Leroy said. I nodded, “That’s what happens when a woman meets a real man.” Leroy said as he bent down to grab Shelly and put her on the bed. She was up on her hands and knees. “Taste it.”
Leroy buried my face in Shelly’s dripping pussy. I had never felt it so wet. Throughout our relationship we believed that Shelly had dryness issues. We had always needed to use a lube. This was not the pussy of a woman that needed lube.
My face was sopping as Leroy pushed me out of the way. Leroy slid into the soaking pussy with only a little nudging. I had been so worried about this, but I was going crazy when it finally happened. Shelly squealed and moaned as the big tool slid in and out. Leroy was moving gently and easily, but I could see Shelly bucking her hips desperately trying to get as much cock inside her as she could.
Leroy started to pound away, thrusting harder and harder. I moved around to see Shelly’s face as she grunted and groaned. She was red and sweat was glistening off of her body. She looked possessed as she saw my face. Shelly was tiny, but she had the strength of ten men when she pulled my hair and dragged me under her.
My face was only inches from the massive black cock, and Shelly was grinding her clit against my tongue. I was barely moving, but she was making up for it by nearly suffocating me, as she rocked wildly on the bed. I was gasping for air when her body tensed and she fell forward on top of me.
Leroy’s heavy dick fell onto my face, as Shelly went forward. “Don’t move,” Leroy warned as he waited for Shelly to catch her breath. I could feel the scrotum resting against my hair. The head of his penis was laying on my chin. I could only breathe out of the nostril that wasn’t being closed off by black cock.
Snap.
“Just something for the photo album,” Shelly said as she put her phone back on the night stand.
She crawled over top of me and then got up on her knees to kiss Leroy. Her cunt was dripping onto my face, and pressing the cock harder onto my lips. They kissed passionately as they both rubbed their genitals on my face. I was lost in the action. I was no longer a husband, or a man, I was just a part of their sex. I just wanted to do whatever I could to make their sex better.
Leroy helped Shelly lay down with her back on me. Her ass was right on my face. “Eat that ass,” Leroy cheered as my tongue found its way into Shelly’s asshole. “Look at that tongue go,” Leroy’s laugh had a powerful, sexual tone as he slid into Shelly’s eager snatch. His balls were bouncing off my forehead.
“I am going to Awwahhhh!” Shelly screamed, and Leroy grunted. Shelly full weight collapsed back on top of me. I could feel Leroy’s nuts contracting and throbbing on my face as he filled my wife with sperm. I was so hard, I could feel my own dick throbbing and jumping around.
The semen started to slosh out of Shelly as Leroy gently worked his dick back and forth. As the salty fluid hit my tongue I lapped it up. I let it slide around on my tongue. Leroy moved Shelly further down on my chest, and then pulled my head to the end of the bed. I went willingly, and opened my mouth wide. Leroy grabbed my head in both hands. “Clean it off.”
I let the big black man use me. I was spit bathing his cock as my wife purred encouragement, but not for me. “You’re so powerful,” she cooed.
“Now clean her up,” Leroy commanded. He lifted Shelly up to her knees, and set her down right on my face. I almost choked on the flood of semen. It was smearing all over my face and running down my neck, as I tried to swallow it as fast as I could. I could hear them kissing and laughing. I could feel Leroy getting hard again, as his cock brushed up against my ear.
Finally, Shelly’s thighs squeezed my head and she screamed again. She was dizzy and exhausted as she rolled over and laid back on the bed. “Get your clothes on, and go get me some food,” Leroy barked as he crawled back on top of my wife. “O
h, and you better pay for a few extra days, I don’t think your cars getting fixed anytime soon.
Story Thirty-Six
Chapter One
The vacation house was a simple one. The sound of waves crashing against the coast soothed me into vacation mode. Lindsay and Zach had bickered through the entire road trip and were now locked in their room. Occasional words like “annoying,” “constant nagging,” “irresponsible,” “can’t have kids with someone like you,” and “wouldn’t want kids with a bitchy person” erupted.
Tyler and I were more amused than worried. Lindsay and Zach were good at this and would soon be having loud obnoxious sex. In the meantime, Tyler and I began to make dinner. Lindsay and Zach were friends from university and Lindsay and I had lived together when we moved to the city before I moved in with Tyler and Zach moved in with Lindsay. We were a tightknit group and spent every weekend together.
Now we took our paid vacation together at Zach’s father’s new bachelor pad by the beach. His father was off galivanting in Italy with his latest girlfriend. The life of a rich, newly divorced retiree sounded pretty fun.
“How long do you think they’ll keep this up for?” Tyler asked, stirring the pasta sauce.
“Until the second kid,” I said wisely. “The divorce will be messy and then Lindsay will get me and you’ll get Zach so we won’t be able to hang out anymore.”
“Wait,” said Tyler with fake shock, “you mean our relationship is contingent on Zach and Lindsay’s? Maybe we should just end it pre-emptively then.”
“Maybe,” I agreed.
“I get the fun one though. You get the pouty, high maintenance one.”
I did not disagree. Lindsay had always been materialistic and demanding of her boyfriends. But it seemed the more serious her relationship, the worse she was. I had never seen her last this long with anyone and sort of pitied Zach. I did not miss living with her. She was a great time when we went out, lots of fun and very spontaneous. But her highs were as good as her lows were bad. Happily, I rarely had to deal with the lows, aside from providing ice cream and a sympathetic ear as to why all men were trash and no one ever treated her right. Zach was the sweetest guy ever but she still found ways to be discontented.
Dinner was a surly affair and I started getting annoyed with Lindsay. To begin with, I was not eating anything until Tyler and I went to bed. I had promised him some backdoor action this weekend and had prepared everything but that meant that I was a little bit hangry.
Whenever Zach tried to lighten the mood and actually be good company, Lindsay would say something negative and bring us all back down to her level of aggravation.
“Thanks for dinner,” said Zach.
“Yeah,” said Lindsay crabbily. “Couldn’t expect Zach to help out with anything. If it was up to him we’d all starve.”
“Lindsay, you know what?” exploded Zach. “Maybe if you did something instead of expecting to be pampered every evening you wouldn’t starve the way you say you are. I can’t cook you dinner every single day – we BOTH work!”
“What are you yelling at me for?” said Lindsay, now happily acting victimized and wronged after starting a fight.
“I can’t believe we drove five hours for this shit!” Zach exclaimed. “God, you’d think Anne would rub off on you a little bit, teach you how to be a decent human being.”
“What, so you’re in love with Anne all of a sudden?” exclaimed Lindsay.
“Please leave me out of this,” I said nervously.
“Yeah, Lindsay,” said Tyler, defensively and beyond annoyed. “Just chill. You’re ruining it for everyone.”
“Oh!” said Lindsay, now in full victim mode. “Well, if I’m ruining the mood for everyone maybe I should leave.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you should,” said Zach.
Silence fell. Lindsay’s eyes glared angrily between each of our faces. She rose to her feet and stomped upstairs to her room.
I assumed she was going to lock herself away and was grateful for the break. I poured Zach another glass of wine and he drank gratefully.
“Man…” said Tyler, quietly. “That girl… she’s not worth the headache, man. I’m sorry, Anne, I know she’s your friend but god… she’s a nightmare.”
“Oh no,” I said, innocently. “That ball of sensitive nerves and neediness is not my friend Lindsay. I don’t know who she is when she gets like this.”
“Well, never mind then!” came a yell from the bottom of the stairs. Lindsay stood with her bag in her hand. She stomped over to the door and looked furiously around at us.
No one said anything.
“I’m going to call a cab and go to the train station,” she threatened. No one responded. She pulled out her phone and began opening an app. She looked up at us once more, anticipating that one of us would stop her. I took a sip of my wine, nestled into Tyler’s neck and felt more relaxed than I should have since he was playing with my hair, tickling my shoulder with it.
Lindsay let out a yell of frustration as she stomped out the door and finished ordering a cab. We went out to the porch and sat, watching silently as she paced angrily back and forth. Five minutes passed as we sipped wine and watched Lindsay struggle internally. I was sure that she wanted to apologize for her behavior but could not. That would mean that she was conceding the fight to Zach. The cab arrived and she entered it, slamming the door.
When the car drove off we went back into the house and Zach collapsed into the sofa with exhaustion. I sat beside him sympathetically. Tyler had gone to the kitchen and re-emerged with a jug of cocktails.
“I think we need something harder tonight,” he said, resting the jug on the coffee table. He settled in behind me on the sofa and we angled toward Zach, ready for what came next.
We were long accustomed to the way this went. He would complain about Lindsay, wondering what he had done wrong. Wondering if he had been impatient with her. Wondering if she might have a point. We would assure him that she did not. Then he would say that Lindsay had always been sensitive and it didn’t make sense to try to change her. Then we would say that she would not change if he kept putting up with her ridiculousness either. Then he would start saying the things he loved about her and end up crawling back home to a raucous sex session.
However, this evening, nothing like that happened. Instead, he sat dejectedly, drinking his cocktail. After a few minutes of silence passed he finally sat up and rested his glass down. An air of decisiveness fell.
“Yeah,” he proclaimed. “It’s over. I can’t do this anymore. The sex is amazing. She’s… God, she’s so hot. But look at you, Tyler. You got a hot girl who you love and she does not drive you insane.”
“Aw,” I said, faking sheepishness. Zach chuckled.
“Seriously though. You’re great, Anne. You’re the whole package. And Tyler is awesome. The two of you together, you guys are just calm and sure. All the time. That’s how it’s supposed to be. That’s what I have to go out and get.”
“Then go out and get it,” I encouraged. “You’re definitely gonna find it.”
“For sure,” agreed Tyler.
“You guys are the best,” said Zach tiredly.
“Hey,” I said, “let’s go up to your dad’s big plasma screen and watch something stupid and funny, make fun of it and pass out. No need to go to bed angry.”
Chapter Two
I took a quick shower and changed into my pajamas, some lacy shorts and a thin spaghetti strapped top. My nipples were visibly hard under the fabric because of the weird cold that settled on this otherwise balmy beach town at nights.
Zach’s father had a huge surround sound home theatre in his room. The king-sized bed was also incredibly cozy. I lay with Tyler, snuggling, while Zach flipped through our options. We found a comedy with a 2-star rating and decided it was excellent fodder for our mockery.
Zach settled on the bed beside us and I decided he looked so sad that he needed some snuggling too. I pushed off of Tyler even though his ha
nd remained on my thigh, and moved onto Zach’s shoulder. He snuggled me and I gave him a little peck on the cheek.
“It’ll be okay,” I said comfortingly, wrapping him in a hug while the movie started.
“Aw, I know, Anne. Thanks.”
Tyler’s hand rubbed against my thigh and we sat quite cozily, gently mocking the film. But Zach’s heart wasn’t in it.
“Hey,” said Tyler jokingly, after about 15 minutes of the movie. “This reminds me of what you said that first time you met Anne.”
Zach laughed. I sat up between the two of them while they began to laugh.
“What did he say?” I asked.
“He met Lindsay first, remember,” said Tyler. “Then I met you. After he and Lindsay had the first fight he asked to trade. Said he picked the wrong roommate.”
“Yeah,” said Zach, curling his arm around my waist and pulling me back toward him. “I’m collecting now.”
“Dream on,” I said, laughing, pushing him off and snuggling back up to Tyler.
“Haha, she picked me,” teased Tyler. “Sucks for you.”
“Yeah,” said Zach sullenly.
“Oh, now you made me feel sorry for him.” I went back to snuggle Zach.
“No…” whined Tyler, snuggling me from behind.
“You can’t kick the Zach while he’s down,” I admonished.
“You can’t kick the Zach at all,” chimed in Zach, kicking away Tyler’s foot as he tried to wrap it around me.
“Boys, don’t fight,” I said, like a schoolteacher. “There’s enough of me to go around.”
“You promise?” asked Zach.
“Of course,” I said warmly, kissing him on the cheek once more.
“Hey,” said Tyler, sounding annoyed. I looked around at him. He was still smiling. I decided to test the limits of our play.
I put my head on Zach’s chest, Tyler’s legs still wrapped around me. I leaned up to Zach’s chin and kissed his stubble. I rubbed my hand up his chest slowly and felt him look down at me, a strange expression on his face. I managed to get one leg loose from Tyler’s and wrapped it around Zach’s waist. I then sat up on Zach’s lap, hands on his chest. I loosened my hair and leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Tyler was watching me carefully. He had muted the TV.
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