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Changing His Diet

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Changing his Diet

I (me): 27 years old, 5'5", 135#, blonde hair, green eyes. I've been told I'm pretty. I workout faithfully to keep in shape but most people don't notice. Usually, all they see are my 38F breasts. That's right, F-cups, and all natural. Hubby: 34 years old, 6'3", 210#, brown hair and eyes. Rugged looks that make women like me melt. He is well-built and nicely hung at 7 inches.

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Life it seems has always been about sex to me. What would you expect, I was a C-cup at eleven. I tried to ignore it. Then hide it. Then run away from it. For a long time I was shy and self-conscious but on another level I enjoyed the notoriety -- imagine being in the fifth grade and having bigger tits than the teacher -- and attention the boys paid. Later, I learned to exploit it and finally, with the help of Hubby, I've learned to enjoy it.

Hubby was always more sexually adventurous than I but over time has convinced me to experiment and I'm so happy he did. Certainly sex is one of the most important aspects of our life together and has helped us over some of those rough spots that are part of every marriage.

I suppose some would think of us as swingers. We've had sex with others, both couples and singles, but not that often. We're very selective and we don't hang around those clubs that cater to the "lifestyle."

The beginning of this tale occurred about two years ago when I found out something very important about myself. Hubby and I met a couple in town on a business trip. They were staying at a premium hotel with a lively bar and dance area. We went there often. They were about our age, fit and very attractive. The guy actually looked like Brad Pitt (hey, I said Hubby didn't look like Rob Lowe, I never said I'd turn Rob Lowe down).

We drank and danced with each other's spouses. "Brad" mostly talked to my tits. I found him very "hot" and ground my pubis into his during slow dances. We all ended up back in their hotel room -- suite, actually. By that time, I was actually making out with "Brad" in the elevator and when we got into the room.

"Brad" took me into the bedroom and closed the door while Hubby remained in the living room with...well, to tell you the truth, I wasn't paying the wife very much attention. It didn't take long till I was naked from the waist up. You'd be surprised, big tits, little tits, the bras all come off at pretty much the same speed. I love having mine sucked and "Brad" was doing a masterful job of it.

My pussy had been juicing since we were on the dance floor and now it was on fire. Eventually, "Brad" got around to pulling off my slacks and panties. I lay on the bed gently stroking my labia and trying to keep myself from jamming my fingers into my cunt as I watched him undress.

What's the word for a really major disappointment? You know the kind, where you come down on Christmas morning and there are no presents, no tree, nothing. Well, whatever it is, that's what I felt. Poor "Brad." He was bringing a Little League bat to the World Series. I know they say size doesn't matter, but they weren't talking about "Brad" when they said that. The normal range for an erect penis is between 5" and 7". By that definition, "Brad" was normal, but just barely.

As he moved between my open thighs and began rubbing his five thin inches in and out along one side of my vagina, I almost giggled out loud as I contemplated actually saying those four, simple, dreaded words, "Is it in yet?"

"Brad" was nothing if not sensitive, however. "This isn't doing much for you, is it?" he asked. Obviously, his question was rhetorical as, without waiting for benefit of reply, he spun around and pulled me on top of him placing us in a sixty-nine position. His lips, tongue, and fingers teased my clit and labia and soon had me racing toward orgasm.

Meanwhile, "Brad's" little boy dick presented a much more tempting objective for my mouth than it had my cunt. I was able to deep throat him easily and delighted in doing so. Somewhere between my second and third orgasms I felt him tighten. I sank my mouth over his cock till my lips encircled its base. He shot his cum directly into the back of my mouth completely missing my tongue. I never even tasted it. As I held my mouth over him, enjoying the feel of his shrinking cock, I experienced a lovely, almost mellow orgasm as he softly hummed his appreciation of my oral skills while holding his tongue against my clit.

Later, after we'd recovered sufficiently to start again, "Brad" spoke as he played, fascinated, with my tits.

"Some women are really connoisseurs of joys of the smaller cock," he said. "Obviously, you're not one of them."

"I really loved deep throating you," I replied, trying not emphasize my disappointment.

"Do you mind if I try something?"

"As long as it doesn't hurt," I smiled.

Jumping off the bed, "Brad" reached into his suitcase and pulled out the most realistic fake cock I'd ever seen. It was beautiful. When he placed it into my hand, it felt solid and heavy. It must have been eight inches long and fatter around than Hubby's.

"Sometimes, the wife likes a little more, too," he smiled. "Can I try it on you?"

Without offering a verbal response, I lay back, closed my eyes, spread my legs, and placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to my cunt. I was so wet from "Brad's" saliva and my own pussy juices; it slipped in with one thrust. I gasped. I'd never been so full nor felt so good. The head of cock was just touching the entrance to my uterus.

I lay there, overcome by the sensations within my cunt, unable to move. "Brad" began thrusting the gel phallus with his hand. I spasmed on the third stroke and the fourth and the fifth? I settled in for the long run up to the big one. I was actually a little frightened that I might not be able to handle it. I'd never had my pussy stretched so far or the felt continual grazing of a cock against my uterus before.

Just when I felt like I couldn't move if the National Guard stormed the room, "Brad" moved me. Leaving the dildo inside me, he grabbed my hips and rolled me over onto my stomach, pulling me back so my knees were bent beneath me. My face lay flat against the mattress, my arms were extended above my head and my fingers clutched the bed sheet. My knees were splayed so wide apart my pubic bone was only inches above the mattress. My ass was thrust skyward.

"Brad" grasped the dildo again and resumed thrusting in long, slow, steady strokes. Then he moved closer behind me. He's going to ass-fuck me while he shoves that wonderful plastic cock in my pussy, I thought happily. Somehow, I went to another level of excitement.

Normally, I'm not a fan of anal sex. It felt good at the time, but left an uncomfortable after-feeling. The best part is the reaction of the guy as he enjoys the still somewhat taboo act. I had, however, long fantasized about being sandwiched between two cocks even though I was too chicken to try it.

This time was different. "Brad's" small dick appealed to me as the perfect weapon for a backdoor invasion. It was not to be. Just as I was about to tell him to fuck my ass, he squeezed his dick between the dildo and my vaginal wall. I was so stretched I couldn't breathe. Gently, he rocked back and forth allowing me time to become accustomed to the thickness of both cocks, real and fake, crammed into my pussy together. He grabbed the dildo and began slowly, slowly pulling it and his dick out in unison. Then, even more slowly, he slid them back in. Never had anything felt so impossibly good. I could be silent no longer.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

After a couple of more thrusts, "Brad" withdrew both his cock and the dildo. Walking over to the suitcase, deliberately allowing me to watch him, he pulled out a heavy-duty rubber band and lashed his cock to the dildo. Holding a plastic bottle of liquid KY, he looked me in the eyes as he coated the melded phalluses. I couldn't believe that what I was looking at had been inside me. I couldn't wait for it to go back in.

I hadn't moved a muscle since "Brad had positioned me on the bed, and I remained motionless as he walked back to his post behind me. "Brad" buried his enhanced hard-on to the hilt in one thrust. I felt impossibly good once again.

I love it when Hubby takes me from behind like this but with him, I usually let my hand slide back between my legs and stroke my clit while he fucks me. No matter how quick he might be, I never miss an orgasm that way. Now, there was no need. I was stretched so far that every stroke pulled at my clit in a way no manual stroking could. Every time "Brad" bottomed out it felt like a thousand tiny hands massaging my clitoris.

"Brad's" deep strokes not only stretched and pulled at my clitoris and tapped my uterus, each one also sent a lightening bolt straight to my nipples. I couldn't stop myself. I reached for my tit, pinching the nipple between my forefinger and thumb. Every time he bottomed out, I squeezed. I didn't know where I was. My clit was sending nerve shock waves to my nipple and my nipple was sending them back. It had begun. One like I'd never had before.

"Damn you," I yelled at "Brad". "You know what you're doing to me. Now finish it. Fuck me with that monster! Take my orgasm from me! Take it, damn you, and take it!"

Spasm. Stroke. Spasm. Stroke. Spasm. Stroke. Stroke. Explosion!!

I don't know if I actually passed out but I'm sure I wasn't totally conscious for a bit. "Brad" stayed inside me for a few minutes as my pussy shuddered in post-orgasmic spasms. I came little cums as he slowly withdrew.

I watched as he disengaged the real and the fake dicks. "Do you do that for all your women?" I asked.

"Only the special ones," he replied. Then he called me a name I'd never heard before. "You're a 'size queen.'" I needed neither definition nor explanation. I knew he was right and that I'd changed forever.

"Can I ask a favor?" he wondered.

"Almost anything," I replied realizing how much I owed him.

"I'd love to cum on those tits." It seems strange now, but I'd never had anyone cum anywhere but my cunt, my ass, my mouth, or my hand before. I lit up my best smile for him. Scooting over to the side of the bed, I grabbed my tits and offered them up to him.

His fist covered his entire erection except for the tip of the head poking out. I watched with interest as he jerked himself off. He may have been small in some ways, but when it came to cuming, he could shoot with the best. He took a step backward and I watched as the first jet arced high in the air and landed on my far orb. The second went farther still hitting the sheet. There were eight high volume, high-arcing jets before he had to step closer and finish his load drizzling it onto my chest. He shuddered.

"Damn that was good!" he shouted. Then, being ever courteous said, "I'll get something to clean you up." As he ran the water to warm it for the washcloth, I dipped my fingers into his jism and brought some to my mouth. I hadn't really tasted it when I deep throated him and I wanted to now. Very nice, I thought, a shame he wasted all of it.

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It was the last full day of our week in Jamaica. Tomorrow we would be flying home.

In the twenty-two months since my "cuming out" party as a "size queen," Hubby and I delighted in seeing how big an object we could shove into my cunt. I got off on more bottles and vegetables and fruit and fake dicks than you can imagine. Hubby and I continued to fuck, of course, and I continued to enjoy it, but I began to fantasize about a dick, a special dick. A that dick combined the size of "Brad" and his dildo.

I was fantasizing about such a cock as I sat on the beach in front of our hotel. Hubby had gone for a long walk and was completely out of sight when I saw it. He walked past, bold as brass, about fifty feet away. In silhouette, it appeared that there was a gr*pefruit stuffed into the front of the tiny white Speedo he wore. I watched his back as he disappeared down the beach. What an ass! I could just see the top of his crack above thin line of material. My cunt was experiencing a meltdown. Most intriguing of all -- he was black as coal. I gave him a name: King-sized.

Many women on the beach were topless but I was wearing the hot pink thong bikini Hubby had surprised me with when we first arrived. In addition to my unusual cup size, my nipples were more than four inches in diameter. When I tried on the top, the little triangles of pink were so small that no matter how I positioned then, a half-inch or so of pale brown areola was visible. I felt there was no need to go topless. I looked more erotic bursting out of that skimpy top than I would with no top at all.

The bottom covered so little, I told Hubby nobody could wear it unless she were completely shaved. He grinned but I turned the tables. I went into the bathroom -- to shave, he thought -- but I returned nude from the waist down with a razor, hot water, and shaving cream.

"You bought it, honey, you shave it." I put a towel on the room chair, sat down, and spread my legs over the arms of the chair. Hubby was shocked, but he carried on like a trooper, kneeling on the floor and shaving me clean. Including around the asshole. It was so nice, I asked him to rim me. I made him shave me -- and rim me -- everyday thereafter.

We were vacationing in the off-season and my summer tan had been deepened by a week in the Caribbean sun. There were relatively few of us on the beach and the throbbing in my pussy was just beginning to subside when I saw King-sized returning up the beach. I watched as several of the topless ladies propped themselves up trying to catch his eye. He looked but kept on walking. I saw the women follow him with their eyes. If they were in groups, they whispered to each other and giggled.

Walking back, his path was taking him much closer to where I lay sunbathing. I knew I was going to do something, I just didn't know exactly what. I got up on my knees where he'd be sure to see me -- what good were F-cups if you never used them? I brushed pretend sand from my tits to make sure he got a good look. My eyes were glued to that gr*pefruit as it bobbed toward me. When he was about ten feet away, I looked up from his Speedo and into his eyes.

"Excuse me," I said in my calmest voice possible given the circumstances. "Are you from the hotel?" I knew he wasn't.

He approached closer. "No sweetheart, I'm sure not," he drawled. I was caught off guard for a moment at his soft Texas drawl expecting singsong Jamaican or perhaps a clipped British accent. "Y'all needing some help?" King-sized asked me.

"It's just that my husband is off walking the beach god-knows-where, and I need to cart all this shit back to the hotel. Probably ogling some hot topless chick in her thong," I bitched. The sun was behind King-sized. I found it difficult to look up into his eyes. At least that's what I told myself. I realized for the first time just what all those guys felt about me all those years. I had been speaking to the gr*pefruit and not the man.

"He's looking for something hot and he's not here?" King-sized drawled, incredulously. "Here, I'll give you a hand," I grabbed his hand and stood up. He was barely taller than I was and I saw for the first time he was barely more than a kid. As he reached down to help gather up the towels and beach chairs I blurted out, "You're just a boy. You can't be more than seventeen!"

Standing erect again, King-sized placed his right hand on his hip. His long, long fingers stretched all the way across the front of his suit with the tips resting on the enormous bulge that tested the limits of the Speedo's construction. There was nowhere else for me to look, really. That Black Hand on that white suit. The beautiful tempting, and hidden-but-just-barely, woman tamer/pleaser. I stared and He watched me stare.

"Think I'm not man enough for the job?"

"Sorry," I said, flashing a bright smile and trying my best to look into his face. "I'm sure you're more than man enough." Running my tongue across my lips, I sighed as my gaze returned again to that place where his fingertips touched his bathing suit.

As we gathered up the things, he said, "Don't worry, darlin'. As of last week, I'm eighteen. All nice and legal." Well, I thought, 'Size Queen, meet King-sized.'

Our hotel room was one the ground floor and we could walk onto our patio from the beach. From there, French doors led inside. There was some awkwardness on the patio as I tried to maneuver him into the room without seeming overly eager. I have no idea why I was trying to be coy with this stranger, this kid. I knew he was interested in only one thing. As it happened, so was I. Why couldn't I admit it? His age most likely, I reasoned and also his color.

I was shaking all over inside over at the prospect of sex with a black man. It had been a fantasy I dared not mention. Not that either Hubby or I were bigots, it was just too taboo for me. I worried about being disappointed, that I'd discover the myth was just that. No man could possibly be as endowed as the fantasy black stud, but from all outward indications, this one was.

Somehow, we managed to get inside. I was enjoying the thought that I, as the older woman, would be taking the lead. He'd be mine to mold. I'd take my pleasure and he'd get what I was willing to give (which was quite a bit, truth be told). No sooner had we broken our first kiss, however, than he let me know he was in charge.

I started to pull the dr*pes closed. "Leave them open," he said.

"But people can see in," I protested.

"Let them," he ordered, then, "Take off your top." Suddenly, as I reached behind to undo the strings, I was even more turned at the thought of doing this young stud's bidding than being in charge myself. I stood stock-still as I lowered the bikini top and dropped it to the floor.

I'd read some of the 'once you go black you never go back' stories but I never thought myself the type. In my mind, I was more the 'you bought it, you shave it' type. Now I wasn't so sure. Suddenly, in the presence of an obviously superior male, I was feeling all submissive and my desire to submit was feeding my lust.

I watched as those king sized hands caressed my breasts. Never in my life was I so happy with my over-endowment. I was certain he'd never had needed both hands to contain a mammary before.

Proudly, I thrust my chest out to him. He brushed the back of his finger across my areola to harden my nipple. When it was sticking out three-quarters of an inch, he pinched it. Harder than anyone, including myself, had ever pinched it. It hurt. A lot. Just as I began to pull back, I caught myself and thrust my chest out even farther. The main reason was because as much as he'd hurt the nipple, the resultant nerve shock to my clitoris produced even more pleasure. He pinched it again, with neither more nor less force. I had to close my eyes as I felt my knees begin to buckle. I wondered if he could see my juice running down my leg.

He grabbed both nipples and pulled them straight out, away from my body. Both my chest and his fingers were now supporting my tits. The nipples became very stretched. He pulled them out farther and down, forcing me to my knees. I was staring at the beautiful front of that strained Speedo. He let go.

"You should get 'em pierced," he said. "Get a chain you can clamp onto each nipple and wear under your blouse. You look like the type that would enjoy it."

King-sized glanced at his watch. Look, I don't mean to cut this short, but I gotta get going so let's get down to business. I reached to take off my bikini bottoms.

"Hold on, darlin," he said. "You'd best suck my first cum out else I won't be lasting more than a couple of minutes."

King-sized reached for his Speedo but I grabbed his hands. "Let me do that, please?"

I was well aware that, for the first time, I was about to have sex with another man without Hubby present. As I placed both hands on the front of that Speedo, I wondered what his reaction would be to seeing his precious wife submitting to a black teenager. It was then, from the corner of my eye, that I noticed him, standing on the patio, arms folded over his chest, shoulder resting against the building, watching King-sized and me intently. Well, I thought, he's interested.

Carefully, I peeled the garment over his bulging organ. Sitting back on my heels, I just stared. It was perfectly formed, about the same length, but much thicker than Hubby's. It was, of course, still flaccid. I wanted it desperately. Grasping it with one hand, I reached around behind King-sized with the other and slid the Speedo off his ass and down to the floor. He stepped out of it, completely naked.

Removing my hand from his cock, he stroked it himself. On my knees, I watched as he brought himself to full erection. It was magnificent. The cock I'd been waiting for and the cock that would complete me as a woman. I felt it appropriate that I was on my knees, in a worshipful position, before it. Moving forward, I kissed the head.

Taking three steps backward, King-sized sat down in a chair. I knee-walked after him. "Suck me off," he ordered.

I began by kissing everything; The head, the shaft, His balls, and his thighs. I proceeded to run my tongue over everything I'd just kissed. Tilting my head to the side, I placed my mouth over the glans and sucked and licked like I was trying to give it a hickey. I began to hum. King-sized began to moan. Finally, moving upward to the tip, I opened my mouth and let it settle downward covering the business end of that wonderful dick.

King-sized was getting close. He entwined his fingers in my blonde locks and gripped tight. He used this grip to guide my head up and down his cock shaft, like he was jerking himself off with my mouth. I braced myself with my hands on my knees and let him use my mouth for his pleasure. Overcome with lust of my own, I began to rub the front of my hot pink bikini bottom seeking relief.

Then it happened. The explosion rocked my mouth. Cum was flooding in. A jerk from his hand and my mouth was pulled free from his dick. A hot jet splashed across my cheek. My head was thrust down again filling my mouth with cock. He held me there until his final spasm subsided. Sinking back in the chair, he released my hair. I continued holding his softening cock in my mouth.

Finally, I, too, sighed and relaxed. I turned and sat on the floor between his legs. The back of my head rested on his upper thigh. His limp cock dangled across my shoulder. A strand of cum was drying on my cheek; two rivulets dripped from the corners of my mouth onto my tits giving witness to the fact that I'd been unable to swallow the entire load. I gently caressed myself through the pink bikini. My breathing was returning to normal but my cunt was more on fire than ever.

I deliberately looked over to where Hubby was standing outside, on the patio. He quickly looked away but realizing he'd been caught peeping, looked back at me. Deliberately, I scr*ped the cum at the corner of my mouth onto my finger and sucked it off exaggerating my swallowing motions. Then I leaned over and kissed the cock on my shoulder. I could see Hubby had his hand buried in his swim trunks.

The kiss caused King-sized to moan as he began to rouse himself. Pushing my head away from his crotch, he stood up and began massaging his tool. Staying on my knees I moved to face him again. Displaying the stamina of a teenager, he was rapidly hardening again.

"You have a magnificent cock, " I told him. "I'll do whatever you want." Quickly I realized that he might just want to fuck me in the ass, but if that's how he wanted me to serve his cock than that's what I'd do. Fortunately, he opted for my pussy.

"Get on the bed," King-sized ordered when he'd come to full attention. He was more of a "doer" than a "talker." Jumping to my feet, I slid my bikini bottoms off before taking a position on my hands and knees at the foot of the bed.

King-sized moved behind me. In a thrust, he was in to the hilt. I was tingling all over. There was no giggling to myself; no thought of asking, "Is it in, yet?" It was all in and I knew it for certain. I was being stretched in a most glorious way. Stretched like I'd never been stretched before. In the part of my cunt he was fucking me, until today, I'd been a virgin. The end of his cock had entered my uterus.

The onslaught began. Each time his belly slammed my ass ten thousand tiny hands grabbed at my clit and pulled at it in every direction, massaging it, pinching it, twisting it, grabbing at it. I began to cum almost immediately and didn't stop. In and out he sawed, balls swinging into my clit, labia stretched so tight I thought they'd tear.

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes he thrust at the same pace. Finally, I heard the low grunt that told me the end was cuming. I didn't care; I already had been cuming for 15 minutes solid. I welcomed his finish. And there it was. A heavy groan and I felt the liquid lava jets as he buried himself completely inside me.

I sagged to the mattress as he pulled out and stepped back. Recovery for him was two deep breaths. He reached for his Speedo and began pulling it on. I hadn't looked in Hubby's direction for the past 20 minutes but I was positive he was still watching through the patio door. I decided to perform Act III of my stage-play of erotic depravity for him.

"Let me clean you before you leave," I begged King-sized sliding to my knees on the floor once again. He shrugged his shoulders and allowed the Speedo to cover his ass in back but expose his cock and balls in the front. I went to work licking my tongue up and down his shaft re-igniting my passions yet again as I sampled our combined juices that covered his cock. His slit drooled the last of his orgasm. I dipped my head to catch the strand of jism swaying from the tip of his cockhead. Moving up, I captured the entire strand in my mouth much as one would swoop up a piece of cooked linguini, finally engulphing that gorgeous cock and forcing my lips into his pubic hair as I was able to swallow his entire softening dick. Pulling all the way back, I swallowed the juices in my mouth before deep throating his semi-flaccid organ four more times, checking it for cleanliness each time it exited my mouth.

Finally, I pulled his Speedo up over his balls but could not encase the whole of King size?s dick within its confines. It was still too hard to bend it completely and, to be perfectly frank, I think the oral ministrations I employed in the interests of cleanliness caused the firmness of the cock to increase rather than further decrease. I was surprised when King-sized simply left four inches of cock exposed above the Speedo and headed for our patio door.

I saw Hubby duck around the corner of the building as King-sized made his exit. In due course, Hubby let himself in.

I was lying on our bed lazily caressing my pussy lips as Hubby pulled off his trunks. His cock was stiff as a board as he moved toward the bed. As he went to position himself between my thighs, I closed my legs around my hand.

Placing my free hand against his shoulder, I stopped his progress. He looked at me curiously.

"No, honey," I said, giggling. "I'm too sore. Did you see the size of that night stick he attacked me with?"

Pushing him down toward the bottom of the bed, I asked for a special favor, a favor never asked or even hinted at before.

"I need your soft, sweet tongue to soothe my bruised, puffy pussy."

"But he just came...it's inside you... his stuff...I can't..."

"Yes you can, honey. Do it for me. What I really need now is a tongue. I've had all the dick I can handle for one day."

Hubby was amazed at this own reaction to his wife's request. He was becoming more turned on by the prospect of eating her out than by fucking her. She had already been fucked by the clearly bigger, better man and Hubby's role in this momentary menage-a-trois would not be one of asserting his conventional marital rights. He was to be his wife's comforter and provider of solace from her brutal yet beautiful assault. His mouth, his lips, and his tongue would now stake the claim to his wife's erotic affection formerly held by his phallus.

As he leaned forward toward his wife's messy but beautiful, shaved cunt, Hubby could smell the musky aroma left by the big, black cock. At first, Hubby kept his mouth closed as he pursed his lips and trailed them in little figure eights on her labia.

I moaned low and deep when I first felt Hubby's lips. They felt so good. I knew he'd bring me to another orgasm and I started to urge him on.

"Oooo, that's it honey, rub my pussy with your lips. It's so sore and I need you to kiss it better." I felt Hubby begin administering a series of tiny kisses up and down my pussy lips and along my upper thighs.

"Now put your tongue out and lick me. I won't taste bad, that's for sure. He shot a big load in my mouth and I just loved swallowing it down for him. I wouldn't have cared who fucked me after that I was so hot. It's amazing, all the men I've fucked and nothing ever got me hotter than blowing that kid's big dick. I'd suck him off every day if he'd let me."

Hubby's tongue was buried deep inside my pussy now. He was lapping me for all he was worth and I was getting closer and closer. But I wasn't through yet.

"Mmmm, don't stop, honey. Lick all that cum out. See, didn't I tell you how good it tasted? Too bad you can't get your tongue all the way in there where his dick was. Of course, nothing's ever been in me that far. It felt oh so good. Did you see how thick he was? I've never been stretched like that before. Jesus, where do you think a kid gets a dick like that? I'll never forget that fuck. Never. Don't hate me honey, but he made me a woman with that dick. I told him I loved him. First when I sucked it and then when he was fucking me. It's OK, I'll never see him again."

Hubby lifted his face off my pussy long enough to tell me he loved me. Now I hurried to bring about my final release.

"That's it honey, lick that pussy. Grab your dick, honey. I know you need to get off too." I felt him adjust his position as he moved his hand down his body.

"That's right, jerk your dick, honey. Shoot your cum on the sheet as you lick another man's cum out of my pussy. Oh, yes, that's it! I swear, I'll never let another man clean me up, honey. You're the best. Yes! Yes!" I grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head tight against my crotch. I humped his face and rubbed my pussy up and down against his slippery tongue and lips. My orgasms began to wash over me as I felt his body begin to jerk and pulse. I know when people talk about simultaneous orgasms, this isn't what they mean, but I was very proud and happy as Hubby got both of us off together.

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