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marcus-forelus · 4 years

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The idea of sex with Rae isn’t a new thought. Yes we’re friends but at time when she dresses for an event a man would have to be dead not to imagine experiencing her.

At this moment, her hand on the bulge in my pants after performing the most amazing spectacle of female on female domination in front of me she has my total attention. My car exceeds every speed limit. I think if a cop tries to pull me over I won’t hear the siren. My heart pounds. I look in her direction. Despite an incredible physical exertion and our foreseeable sexual encounter Rae appears calm. Her hand gives my bulge a gentle rub.

My sole fear is underperforming. I park my car in the driveway of my home. Rae leans toward me. Her lips brush against my outer ear as she whispers for me to relax.

I attempt to look calm but know my walking is brisk. We enter the front door and as it closes Rae’s tongue is in my mouth. She tastes amazing. The feel of her body even in clothing is incredible. I take off my shirt thankful that my year long work out regime is fruitful. We move up the stairs toward my bedroom. Our lips remain in constant contact throughout our journey.

We kick off our shoes. I push her so she sits on my king size bed then strip off her yoga pants. I get on my knees and lean forward. My mouth takes in her womanhood. I feel her fingers dig into my scalp. I want her to realize I’m here to satisfy her needs. It’s the least I can do after her earlier performance. I work her lips and clit. Licking, sucking, and kissing her pussy with all the passion I can muster. Her hips buck and I remain in place satisfying her. I move my body forward. Her thick legs over my shoulders. I continue to devour her sex. I refuse to let my tongue tire. I feel her incredible body begin to shake.

Rae’s thighs slam against the sides of my head. Her orgasm is loud and intense. Her ass lifts off the mattress and my hands take the opportunity to feel her big ass muscles turn to stone. I continue pleasuring her with my mouth. Another orgasm follows.

I pull my head up. We pause to catch our breaths. She tells me that her pussy needs my cock. My pants are off. She grabs hold of my shaft. She strokes and sucks it like no woman before her.

She tells me she wants my cum inside her. Her tight top cannot hide the giant nipples capping her breasts. She is on her knees and straddles my hips. She raises up her lower portions, aims my cock, then slams her body down. Rae’s right pussy devours my shaft. She lets out a groan, presses her hands to my chest and pumps her hips. She feels amazing. She cries that my manhood is bigger than she can remember thinking. I’d ponder her meaning later. At this moment the most gorgeous woman I know is riding my cock.

“What the fuck!” are the words I hear from a woman’s voice. It is at this moment I remember that I have a wife and that voice belongs to her.

I turn my head and see Irina standing in the bedroom doorway. She’s wearing a white satin blouse, black slacks, and has a new hairstyle (straight shoulder length platinum blonde).

Rae’s hips keep moving. She grabs my face and has me look into her eyes. My cock feels better than I can ever remember. I don’t care that Irina is in the bedroom doorway. The confidence of the woman on top of me is remarkable. Rae increases her intensity letting my wife know that she does not respect her position as my partner.

Through grit teeth Rae growls, “who’s cock is this?”

“Yours,” I pant.

“Get off of my husband,” shouts Irina.

“OK, Bitch, just remember you asked for this,” is Rae’s response. She dismounts me and stands beside the bed. Both women step toward one another. Upon meeting Rae swings her right arm as if delivering a softball windmill pitch. Her fist connects with Irina’s tummy.

My wife’s mouth forms an O shape, her eyes widen and cross, she folds forward. The fist looks as if it will blow through her back. The blonde’s hands and arms fold forward in a late attempt to protect her midsection. Irina’s knees buckle while the last of the air in her lungs escapes through her mouth.

Rae’s left hand grabs the underside of my wife’s jaw. Her thick legs move her forward until she slams Irina’s back into a wall hard enough to make pictures shake from their mounts. The much stronger tan woman’s right hand grabs the top of my wife’s blouse and tears it free from its owner. Irina screams. Rae grimaces, palms my wife’s face, and slams the back of Irina’s head against the wall. “A fucking padded bra?” Rae shouts adding, “let’s se how much more pathetic you really are!” Rae grabs the front of the white bra by a strap holding the cups together then pulls back as if about to fire a sling shot. A loud snap and Irina’s 32 B tits succumb to gravity. Rae’s arm wheels with my wife’s bra in her fist and delivers a wall shaking punch to Irina’s mid section.

My erection remains intact while my friend and now lover establishes her dominance. My fear of divorce becomes a welcome and immanent option.

While Irina’s face remains under the stronger woman’s hand her hands attempt to soothe the punch affected area. Rae does not show a sign of strain as she examines the white bra. She laughs. She looks at me, extends her arm and curls a finger summoning me.

My hard cock swings. I feel every muscle in my body. I stand face to face with the woman of my dreams.

“Ms Bee Stings is about to find out who she’s up against.”

Rae removes the palm crushing my wife’s face. We remain looking into each other’s eyes as Irina’s body slides down the wall into a sitting position.

“You mean she doesn’t by now?” I reply.

“I’m just getting warmed up, Baby,” coos Rae.

Rae’s white top is the sole item of clothing that remains on her body. The top fits tight and leaves zero doubt as to what lies beneath. Rae smiles and still looking into to my eyes says, “let’s see what titles wifey there thinks of this pair!” Ray crosses her arms and lifts off her top. I hear my wife groan letting me know she sees her adversaries nakedness. Rae smiles. My wife’s reaction let’s Rae know that my wife acknowledges her superior body. Rae pushes her hips forward giving her back a slight arch. I feel the underside of my shaft between her pussy’s lips. Her big proud chest of display in front of me. I groan from the pleasurable fell of her sex as she presses against my manhood.

My wife whimpers words of protest.

Rae looks down and ask if she’s hungry for a beating. Irina doesn’t responded. Rae then wraps her arms over the back of my neck, brings her lips to mine and we kiss.

Irina’s weeping grows louder.

“Let me know how I compare to Ms Bee Stings,” says the tan seductress.

Rae glides her form over the front of my body and gets on her knees. She begins to stroke and suck my cock with vigor. Rae taking short breaks to ask how she’s performing and me responding on the fantastic experience.

“Hey Bee Stings, watch my big tits satisfy your husband!” Rae shouts. She rests my slick shaft between her warm firm melons and begins stroking my boner between them. “Ever try this you loser?” Rae directs her words to Irina. The young black goddess is inexhaustible. “Tell me bitch! Tell me what you think! [Rae’s chest works my shaft harder]. Say it you stick figure! [Irina begins bawling as I shower my lover with praise]. Ever do this with a man, Bee Stings? I feel him getting ready!”

Irina lets out a howl.

Rae coaches me to cum on her big beautiful breasts. A geyser of cum erupts from the glistening head of my dick. Hot white fluid contrasts with the busty woman’s dark skin. She stokes my throbbing shaft. My body spasms. I roar Rae’s name.

The humiliating spectacle benumbs my wife. Her face and eyes red and swollen from crying.

“That was incredible,” I pant.

Rae stands. My cum coats and drips from her nipples and breasts. She stands holding her head high and gives my wife a kick before ordering her to stand. Irina stands and leans her back to the wall for support.

“Bitch, this is the closest you’ll ever get to my man again. Now service your queen!” Rae grabs my wife by the hair and slams Bee Stings face first between her massive mammaries. When Irina fails to obey Rae yanks bank the woman’s head, spits in Irina’s face, then guides the blonde over the landscape of Rae’s enormity. “Clean ‘em good, Bee Stings.” Rae’s stamina far exceeds that of my wife. My new lover is more beautiful, stronger, and demonstrates greater will power. Irina’s mouth opens and takes in my cum. The more time that passes the wider Rae gets Irina to open her mouth until it resembles a gaping snake devouring large prey.

Tears run down my wife’s cheeks. Her head becomes red as the chocolate orbs she cleans deny her an ideal supply of air. The sounds loud rushes of air through my wife’s nostrils, gasping and coughing when the dominant woman allows relief, groaning before her task master reasserts the performance of bosom cleaning, suction, and gagging fill the room. Upon satisfaction that every spec of semen is off her bust line Rae pulls back my wife’s head, places a hand on the blonde’s insignificant chest and pushes her away.

My wife’s back rests against the wall opposite her adversary. Her body slouches as she pants. Her hands press the wall behind her. Her hair is in disarray with B cup breasts sagging further as if acknowledging the better woman in front of them.

Rae smiles. Her braids remain intact, she stands erect with hands on hips. Her tremendous bosom glistens from its fresh washing. She looks ready to pose for a fitness magazine while the creature in front of her resembles a sick old hag.

“I’m in love,” I utter.

“Looks like she’s still got a little left in her,” says Rae.

My wife groans, “oh no.” Drool and blood drip from the corners of her mouth. Her head turns to the side in an attempt to not look at the woman who puts her to shame.

“Awwwww, you look a lot different then when I first saw you. How’s your sorry ass feeling now? [Irina continues to pant]. You look like some frail flat chested 80 year old bitch. Now you’re gonna thank me.”

Irina turns her head to face Rae. My wife stammers, “for what?”

“Cause I’m gonna make you finally know what it feels like to feel a set of boobs on you puny chest and then I’m sending your ragged body to a retirement home after you get out of ICU!”

Rae charges forward toward my wife. The bodacious and athletic ebony babe slams her mighty 36F chest into Irina’s 32B bust.

Irina’s tiny tits disintegrate under behemoth breasts. Her body compresses between Rae and the wall to the blonde’s back. The sound of cracking ribs and gypsum board are testament that her frail form cannot handle the energy the stronger woman feeds it. Her legs and arms extend forward in an involuntary response.

To maximize pressure on the runt of a woman Rae’s thick legs piston forward despite the wall keeping Bee Stings from flying backwards. When she can neither further drive her foe through the wall or flatten this loser she heaves her massive chest upward. She presses her hands against the sides of ebony globes to further concentrate the forward force.

Irina feels as if the huge hard nipples of the feminine freight train will blast through the back of her shoulder blades. Her palms slap against the back of Rae’s hands.

I watch my withs upper portions disappear. Rae’s legs and ass flex as she drills Irina against the wall. Her wide back contracts and arms flex as she compresses her gigantic breasts. The sound of breaking ribs is clear.

Rae can no longer press her body into Irina further and holds the pose. There is a pause. Then I watch Irina’s mouth gap to its limit and release a long howl. It’s as if Rae’s magnificent form is in the process of grinding out the last of Irina’s self worth and ego. Rae accentuates my wife’s humiliation by smiling, relocating her hands to hips, and throwing back her head.

Irina’s howl tapers off.

“How you feeling now, Bitch!” growls my lover.

My wife goes unconscious. Rae steps back and lets the white girl fall at her feet. The ebony wonder puts a bare foot on what remains of the loser’s chest. “That got me so turned on!” Rae exclaims, “we’re not gonna have to worry about this both for a long time.”

My lover and I make plans for our future. Rae’s statement proves right. My former wife is eating baby food, mumbling to herself during the day, and waking up screaming at night as the youngest resident in a local retirement home.

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marcus-forelus · 4 years

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Rae and I are close. We share our happiness and woes as well as push one another to do better in various arenas of life.

We decide to go out and take a break from our separate home lives this Saturday. My wife is at the malls so while she’s on a shopping binge I figure keeping company with a friend out of the house is no big deal. Irina doesn’t need to know and I don’t need the aggravation if she hears about spending innocent day with a friend.

I meet Rae for coffee at a local shop near my house. The shop’s interior is as cold as outside so Rae and I remain wearing coats. After five minutes she asks if something is wrong. Rae knows me well. I let her know that things with Irina and I are not going well. Rae comments that she can see my wife is not taking care of herself and is angrier than usual. We talk for an hour. Rae caresses my cheek and gives me a kiss on the forehead.

She grabs my hand and tells me to follow her. As we walk in the winter air Rae reminds me that I owe her a birthday gift. We reach the door of a Victoria’s Secret. I protest. I don’t want to be seen in a lingerie shop. Rae pulls me through the doorway. Her grasp and tug remind me that she’s a strong woman.

There are two store clerks and a middle age woman with her daughter. Rae comments on the reaction we get from the four white women who look as if they haven’t eaten in a month. She tells me it looks like they think we’re a couple and do not approve of a white man and black woman keeping one another company. Rae is not suffering from paranoia. I notice the stares and sneering.

A pale, lanky, clerk with straight black hair wearing a tight red dress approaches us.

“Can I help you,” she says then looks my friend up and down. “You do know this is a boutique specializing in ladies delicates.”

Rae responds, “I realize it’s a boutique for ladies under things and maybe you can let me know if you can help.”

Rae shrugs her shoulders and lets her overcoat fall to the floor revealing her super tight white Underarmour shirt and black yoga pants. Her clothes look as if they are a second skin. Rae keeps her chin up and invites the skinny women to look at her curvaceous form. The clerk in front of her gasps then tries to utter words but can manage an incomprehensible sound.

“I’m just going to model a few things for my man,” adds my buxom friend. We walk about the store. The women continue to stare and whisper as Rae pulls garments from shelves and racks.

There are white leather chairs near the dressing rooms. Rae has me sit.

“You know dear, I don’t think this store caters to your size,” says the woman of middle age with graying hair wearing a blue pants suit. She fusses with her daughter’s red bustier.

“Wedding?” Rae asks.

The girl chuckles and looks to see if I’m paying attention to her as she dons the seductive item. The mother lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes as a response.

Rae tells me to wait then disappears into the dressing room. When she returns my jaw drops. An eye patch worth of material covers Rae’s bald womanhood, two strings cross her hips then disappear between the large, round, solid masses of her buttocks muscles. She shakes out the lonng braids of her hair. She comments that the old bitch may be right since the 36DDD bra is way to small on her. Rae turns and models in front of me. I am speechless. Her huge chest strains the garment to its limit. She smiles and returns to the dressing rooms.

I look over at the mother and daughter. Their mouths agape and bodies motionless. Rae emerges with a similar ensemble in white, then red, then blue. I feel emotions stir within me that I try to quell but Rae’s performance makes me look at her as more than a friend.

Rae makes a comment about the women in general or as individuals with each shot modeling sorte.

One sales clerk hangs her head while the one wearing the red dress crosses one arm over her chest while the other hangs between her legs as if trying to hide in shame after seeing Rae’s magnificence. The older woman looks as if her jaw will hit the floor as she witnesses the one woman sex parade.

My cock is hard as steel. It hurts as it presses against my jeans. I smile and my chest puffs out in reaction to the pride I feel for Rae. I want her. Thoughts of my marriage dissolve as lust erupts for the busty ebony goddess.

Rae strides toward me. My eyes widen. She rests a hand on her hip and asked me what I think. I stare. My trance breaks by the sound of an expletive. My head turns to its source. It’s the young blonde with long hair. My attention turns back to Rae who smiles.

“Yep, it’s the same black, floral embroidered lace teddy,” Rae says in an even tone. She gives a slight head move in the young blonde’s direction.

My head turns to note if Rae’s statement is accurate. The woman who upon our arrival I remember holding her head high, shoulders back, big smile, perfect posture, and staring at us with disapproval looks as if an insecure sister is in her replace. Viewing Rae in the same outfit the blonde’s hair looks in disarray as if resulting from Rae’s bitch slapping of the arrogant girl’s ego. She looks to have a sick pale hue in comparison with Rae’s dark healthful complexion. Her knobby knees knock together twig like legs as Rae’s thick calves and thighs flex. Her hips are narrow and buttocks cheeks resemble quivering chicken cutlets while Rae’s athletic hips and ass swallow the teddy between massive glutes. The blonde has toothpicks for arms, looks shoulderless as well as backless and look a fifth the mass of Rae’s. The blonde looks as if a strong wind will be able to knock her over; and Rae’s perfect posture and incredible confidence looks like the tornadoe about to annihilate the frail structure.

I utter that I’m in love.

Rae tells me to hold my thought. My eyes follow as she struts toward the hag and her daughter. Rae stops inches from the blonde. The bodacious dark vixen runs her hands down the sides of her own body. “Bitch, the next time you look in the mirror I want your sorry weak ass and flat chest to remember this!”

Rae throws back her shoulders and heaves her gigantic 36F chest. Her huge tan breasts swell beneath as the lace garment tries to contain her assets. Stars strain, her huge orbs swell from the outfits neckline and sides.

“Rae,” I whisper

“No!” screams the hag.

“Oh my word!” cries the blonde.

“Kiss your egos goodbye you titles cunts!” Rae roars. The teddy can no longer contain the tan woman’s massive upper portions. Enormous, gravity defying, F cup breasts burst through the material. Huge dark globes expand upon their release. Humongous ebony nipples point toward the ceiling as the buxom woman arches her back.

Blood rushes to my cock in greater volume in reaction to the sexual excitement of a superior woman taking on a challenge from an inferior girl. The blonde looks more pathetic thanks to Rae’s proximity and display. Earlier my friend and the blonde seem to be of similar height but at this moment the bodacious ebony beauty towers over her slouching adversary. I think how Rae makes the scrawny bitch’s tits look like bee bees. I watch my friend hold her pose as the lesser woman and the hag have Rae obliterate their self confidence and hoping it could last for hours.

“You and your bitch of a mother getting a good look Tiny Tits?” shouts Rae.

At that movement Tiny Tits let’s out a cry and begins to bawl, “Mommy!” The reaction is that of an infant and not a woman of marrying age. The display is disgraceful.

“I’m your new mommy Tiny Tits! Now suck!” Rae grips the back of the girl’s head and slams the blonde face first into her giant breast.

The clerks stand catatonic. Such an event is something there minds cannot compute and puts them in a catatonic state.

Humiliation and fear paralyzes the mother who stands a few feet away. She cups her hands over her blouse and boobs that are bigger than the blonde’s but insignificant in comparison to the ones her daughter faces.

“Come on Tiny Tits suck your bew Momma’s big nipple!”

The blonde struggles for air as breast meat blocks her airways. Rae pays little notice to the hag and adjusts her stance to keep balance like a cowboy breaking a bronco except this cowgirl is breaking a preppie. The lame kicking and slapping of the blonde ceases. Her body relaxes.

“Oh my word,” exclaims the clerk behind me.

Sucking is the dominant sound as Rae makes Tiny Tits pay for not facing her like a woman of substance. The blonde is energetic in her suckling.

“If your flat chested cunt of a mother had a set like mine instead of a pair of dried up white raisins maybe you’d have a body more like mine.” The blonde’s bony right hand presses against the chocolate skin of a gigantic breast as her lips latch on a nipple the size no one in the room recalls ever seeing. Rae relaxes her hold. Tiny Tits is in full submission to her mistress. Rae moans then turns her head toward the hag. “I’m more woman than you and Tiny Tits combined will ever be.”

I stand and walk up behind my friend. Sucking sounds continue. I place a hand on each of Rae’s bare shoulder and press my bulge into the crevice of her ass.

Rae moans and tilts back her head. “You proud of me, Baby?”

“Yes,” I respond. My cock begins throbbing.

Rae pulls back on the blonde’s head. “Go gather everything I tried on and take it to the counter, pay for my stuff, then I’ll have you carry it to my boyfriend’s car.”

Tiny Tits obeys. The hag lets out a sigh and turns. Rae grabs her arm and turns the woman so they face one another.

“Where are you going, Bitch?”

We stand watching in amazement as Rae has the skinny hag strip bare and then don the teddy that is in tatters thanks to her daughter’s mistress. The hag bows her head sobbing as the rag dangles from her. Rae dresses herself in front of the woman watching her weep.

“What are you thinking now, Bitch?” Rae says as she folds her overcoat in the crook on an arm.

“I never felt so inadequate,” weeps the woman.

Rae puts a finger under the woman’s chin and raises it so they make eye contact.

“What’s my name you worthless, flat chested, cunt?”

“Mistress,” responds the woman.

As we leave the store I see the woman drop to her knees sobbing as the clerks move toward her in a futile effort to console her.

Tiny Tits follows us to my car. She loads Rae’s new clothes into the vehicle.

Before Rae gets into the passenger seat she turns to Tiny Tits and says, “good luck with your wedding, try not to cry too much when you think of me every time you get undressed.”

I drive out of the parking lot.

“Take me to your place,” Rae says then cups her hand over my bulge.

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