Interracial In-Laws

       

  

         My wife, Chastity, has a sister, Bella,  several years her

junior, that has always been on the wild side.  My prim and proper

wife was usually aghast at the latest information concerning her

little sister's sexual exploits.  It wasn't that she condemned her,

she just didn't understand her.  I, on the other hand was always

fascinated, and frequently aroused by her actions and her

appearance.  She looked spectacular in a mini-skirt, and I loved

hearing from my wife what Bella had told her about her latest

lover's big cock.  I secretly hoped in fact that Bella's influence would

corrupt my wife, and when I look back now I can't help but wonder if

I've merely reaped what I had sown.  Many years ago I told my wife

that I was impotent and I simply couldn't get aroused anymore.  She

took it very badly, she felt it was a reflection on her.  I said that

we were still married and that didn't mean she could cheat on me.

She seemed offended my the mere suspicion.  Even to this

day she has always maintained that she just isn't interested in

having sex with another man.  Imagine my surprise, though, when

I found out she had told her little sister all about my problem and my

accusation!  I was completely embarrassed that someone in her family,

particularly someone with so little sense of discretion, was aware of 

my peculiar sexual dysfunction.  But Bella told Chastity she thought 

she should get some action from a "real man" and actually offered to 

let her use her apartment to meet her lovers! My wife, politely but 

chastely, thanked her for her offer but declined her invitation.   

       

       It took me awhile, and I eventually accepted the fact that my 

wife intended to keep her wedding vows and remain faithful all her life.

It even seemed that her sister was settling down. We had moved away 

and didn't see her sister much, but rumor had it that she had met 

someone she wanted to marry.  I think it was troubling to the family 

that Luke was in his thirties, twice Bella's age.  My wife and I soon 

became the only family members that were not against her marrying 

Luke.  So it didn't surprise us when Bella and Luke showed up on 

our doorstep on their "honeymoon" asking if they could stay with us.

They had eloped we were told, and couldn't afford a proper honeymoon, 

but wanted desperately to get away from the rest of the family for a few days.

We were sworn to secrecy about their marriage because Luke was

black and Chastity's family was pretty racist, her dad was always 

complaining about "niggers".  But we were happy to help them, Bella

was her little sister.  It was a happiness that didn't last too

long.  As we got to know Luke it was hard to escape the conclusion

that Chastity's family had been right.   Luke was obnoxious,

arrogant, vulgar, and aggressive.  At 6'5", a good 260 lbs, he

reminded me of the school yard bully who, secretly ashamed of

spending year after year in the sixth grade, realizes that he can

use his superior size and strength to punish the other students for

his stupidity.  "Remember when I said you can't see other men," 

I told my wife, "that goes double for anyone like Luke!" Prompted 

by my remark she told me how Luke had crassly propositioned 

her before he'd even spent an hour with us, and had been nearly 

unrelenting in his pursuit. "Don't worry," she replied, "I don't think 

I've ever met a more loathsome man."

       

       We probably should have asked them to leave then and there,

but we didn't know how to explain it to Bella.  I think because she

knew I'd make a scene and embarrass her sister if she told me,

Chastity didn't mention that Luke's advances had included attempts at

kissing her, fondling her breasts, and feeling her up.  And since I

didn't know the full extent of what had been happening, we agreed

that for Bella's sake we'd let them stay the week and just try to

make the best of it.

       

       Whether Luke mellowed or we became more tolerant, by the

third day of their stay, we seemed to be getting along well enough

for the four of us to go out dining and dancing. Both Bella and

Chastity wore mini-skirts, and according to my wife, had mutually

agreed to wear crotchless pantyhose without their panties.  And

since Chastity told me, I suspect that Bella had shared this fact with

Luke as well.  It seemed a curious and provocative choice given the

circumstances, but it was terribly arousing to view our sexy wives

together knowing what they weren't wearing, and though I can't

imagine Luke being any less effected, he appeared to be on his

absolute best behavior.

       

       The evening proceeded along rather innocently.  It wasn't

until after midnight and several drinks that Luke asked my wife to

dance.   I danced with Bella and my cock was stiff the entire time.

All I could think about was fucking her. Looking at Luke and Chastity

I was surprised to observe his remarkable restraint, given his

actions of the past few days. He could have been her brother.

       

       Not much of a dancer myself, and half wasted, I soon grew

tired of dancing with Bella  and managed to suppress my distaste for

Luke, allowing him to monopolize Chastity on the dance floor.  Pretty

soon there were guys coming over to the table to ask Bella to dance

(an event to which I remember thinking that Luke was strangely

untroubled) and I found myself frequently sitting alone.   It gave

me plenty of time and opportunity to pay close attention to Luke

and my wife. With each dance he got a little bolder and Chastity a

little more drunk and little more receptive.  She apparently got

tired of pushing his hands away from her ass, for eventually I

watched her just shrug and rest her head on his shoulder, her arms

wrapped loosely around his neck, while his large hands just held and

kneaded her big butt. Though I was greatly disgusted with her casual

acquiescence to Luke's pawing, I was also more than a little

aroused and made allowance for her inebriated condition.   When we

got back to the house we went to our room and Luke and Bella went

to theirs.  I know Luke  was "climbing the walls" horny, but Bella

was so drunk we had to carry her into the bedroom.  Chastity and I

didn't even bother going to bed.  I sat her on the bathroom sink and

pushed her skirt up,  eating her pussy through her crotchless hose.

When I couldn't stand it any longer I just stood between her legs

and fucked her right on the sink, still clothed, her red spike heels

digging into my ass.  Chastity went into the kitchen afterwards to get

something to drink and I stayed in the bedroom and watched a late

movie on TV while I waited for her.  I guess I dozed off for a

couple of minutes and when I came around and she still wasn't back,

I went looking for her.

       

       Heading downstairs to the kitchen I was arrested by a jumble

of movement in the living room below me.  I stopped cold at the top

of the stairs trying to understand the scene in front of me.  There

was enough light drifting into the living room from the kitchen to

make out my 5'4", 125 pound, wife on the sofa, struggling to get

away from Luke, who was on top of her and trying to kiss her.  I

remembered their last dance in the bar and stepped back into the

shadows out of sight wondering if she'd arranged to meet him.  It

just didn't make any sense, it was hard to imagine her taking such a

chance particularly with the children in the house.  Still I

hesitated.  A part of me, even while automatically trusting her,

felt an irrational jealously.  I wondered if she had lied about her

repulsion to his brash vulgarity.  I wondered why she hadn't cried

out, or had she while I was sleeping?   Maybe she liked him after

all. She'd always said she preferred older men.  He was tall,

muscular, and powerful.  Bella had even bragged confidentially about

his cock size. Maybe she was turned on by his physical prowess and

rugged good looks. Thinking about it filled me with self-doubt and

self-loathing, diminishing me and sapping my confidence.  By the

time I realized with certainty that her behavior was anything but

consensual, I had already felt the last instinct for action drain

slowly out of me and I kept my place in the dark

       

        Luke sat astride her waist and held her arms over her head,

clamping both her wrists together with one big powerful hand.  He

used his other hand to prevent her head from turning away as he

showered her face with kisses and alternately licked and sucked her

lips.  He was taking his time with her, savoring every second.

Whenever she opened her mouth to speak or cry out he buried his

tongue down her throat.  I could hear her grunting as she tried to

buck and heave her hips up to throw him off but there was just no

way she could dislodge him with his greatly superior weight and

strength. Kicking him in the back with the spike of her heel  seemed

to have some minimal effect, but by this time he had pulled her

blouse up and pushed her bra over her tits, and he managed to

diminish her enthusiasm for this approach by simply pinching and

tweaking her nipples.

       

       Repositioning himself to cover her mouth with his free hand,

he sucked her nipples alternately, one then the other and back

again.  He was at it for at least ten minutes before I finally heard

him speak. His boldness shocked me. His loud voice was almost a

challenge.  It left me with the feeling that nothing could make him

stop.  Little did I know that he was taunting me, having spotted me

lurking cowardly upstairs in the dark.  "I don't know why you're

fighting this," he told my wife, "telling your sister about your

crotchless pantyhose so she'd tell me, letting me grab your ass on

the dance floor with your husband right there, I've never seen a

cunt hotter to get fucked than you."  She pleaded with him to leave

her alone, even promising not to tell if he'd just stop.  Ignoring

her appeals,  he tried kissing her again but she turned her head

away, and this time rather than hold it in place he just tongued her

ear, licking her face and tonguing the other ear whenever she turned

her head to escape his hungry mouth.

       

       "Bella told me about your husband's teeny little weenie. And

I know she told you about my big dick.  How much she loves it.

You're gonna love it too baby.  You're gonna be all mine once you

get fucked by a real man." Still holding her arms over her head with

one hand he used his other to unbutton his jeans and extract his

cock.  It was so big and hard he had some difficulty getting it out.

Chastity just stared, stunned at the sight of it.  It was a good nine

or ten inches and thick as her wrist with a large purple helmet. It

was a magnificent specimen and dwarfed my own cock in length, girth,

and sheer beauty.  He moved up to straddle her chest and rubbed his

huge prick all over her face.  "Open your mouth and suck it bitch,"

he commanded.  She turned her head away and he slapped her check

with his cock. When she continued to refuse his instructions he held

her head again with his free hand and pinched off  her nostrils to

force her to breath through her mouth.  "Ok, " he sighed, "if you

won't suck it I'll just have to go ahead and fuck you now."

       

       She tried to clamp her legs together but he appeared to find

little difficulty in prying them apart and positioning himself

between her thighs.  I could still see her red heels at the end of

her open,  pantyhose covered legs.  Her skirt was pushed up almost

to her waist and her blouse and bra had been pulled up over her

tits.   She continued to struggle and plead with him to stop,

wiggling her hips to forestall his entry, and he briefly contented

himself with rubbing his cockhead over her slit.  "Please don't do

this," she begged.   "I swear I won't tell anyone if you'll just let

me go."

       

       "You'll be begging for more of my big cock when I'm through

with you baby,"  he replied.  Pushing his fingers into her pussy he

detected her cum filled cunt and mistook it as a sign of arousal and

desire.  Her wetness seemed to inflame his lust. "Damn baby," he

exclaimed, "you just may be a bigger slut than your sister."

Suddenly he lost all control.  In a flash he had both hands holding

her hips, steadying his target, and before she had time to react his

cock was driving into her cunt.

       

       "UUggghhhhh," she grunted, loudly, as his big prick bottomed

out into her cervix in one quick plunge.  "Oh, oooohhhh, god baby,"

he moaned, "your cunt is so fucking tight."

       

       Realizing, I suppose, that her resistance had failed to deter

him, Chastity apparently had decided to quit fighting. Perfectly still

now, she turned her head away and lay limply while Luke pumped his

cock into her.  Luke was unaffected by her indifference.  "Your hot

cunt feels so good around my big cock baby," he told her as he

alternately massaged her breasts and tongued her ear.  "I'm not in

any hurry honey.  I think I just may spend the night in here."  My

wife didn't look at him and didn't answer and he continued to take

his time with her.  She made no attempt to resist when he hooked his

arms under her knees to raise her thighs against his chest in order

to increase his penetration.  He fucked into her with deep, slow,

strokes, and eventually his technique began to produce results.

       

       She started to grunt each time his cockhead bottomed out into

her cervix and she turned her head to look at him.  Her lips were

pulled tight around clenched teeth.  "Ooohhh," moaned Luke with

every thrust.  "I love your cunt.  I love fucking you."  Chastity's

grunts were softening now.   Her breathing was becoming deeper and

was followed by long, raspy exhalations. I could see her hips begin

to move in almost imperceptible undulations.  "That's it baby,"

Luke exhorted her, "now you're gettin' into it. Move your cunt

around on my cock.  Show me what a slut you are.  Show me how much

you love my cock"

       

       "Ooohhh God, uummmhhhh," moaned my wife, her head tilted

back, mouth open and groaning openly.  Luke moved to kiss her and

this time she didn't turn her head away, but met his hungry mouth

with open lips.  Her whole body was moving now.  Every muscle

stretching tight to force her pelvis up to capture every centimeter

of the cock pumping into her greedy cunt.  Both her hands reached

out frantically to pull in his pistoning buttocks as if, filled and

stretched with more cock than she'd ever had, she craved still more.

Still unsatisfied she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs

around his back.  Her red heels dug into his flesh as he fucked her,

but he was oblivious to anything except the feel of the hot, tight

vagina wrapped around his throbbing cock. The sofa creaked and

squeaked under them in a rhythm of lust.  "Oh god, fuck me" she

pleaded now. They were like animals, totally out of control.  Luke

asking her a series of short and nasty questions.  "Do you like

getting fucked by my big dick?  Is it bigger than your husbands?"

My wife answering, "yes, oh God, yeesssssss!" "You hot fucking

slut," he told her.  "Shake your big fat ass!! Make that pussy dance

around my cock you nasty fucking whore."  She came in an explosion

and almost at the same time, Luke drained the content of his balls

deep into her wet cunt.  After  Luke  had finished fucking my wife,

he remained on top and began to kiss her.  Having cum, and now

apparently feeling guilty about her ultimately willing capitulation

to Luke's brazen violation of the sanctity of our marriage, Chastity

signaled that her cooperation was finished, by turning her head away

in shame.   Suddenly terrified at the thought of being discovered, I

shrunk back further into the shadows and literally crawled across

the upstairs landing and back into our bedroom.  When my wife joined

me just minutes later I pretended to be asleep and she made no

attempt to wake me.

       



       The next morning I was sure she would say something about

what happened, but not a word was mentioned.  There was a certain

tension in the air between Chastity and Luke, and though Luke was

boldly attentive to her, she accepted his attention with almost a

grim resignation.  All of my repeated attempts to find out if

anything was wrong were greeted with the same half-hearted "nothing

at all."   I assumed Chastity felt guilty for the way she had

responded to Luke and I longed to console her, but I dared not even

hint that I had timidly witnessed her ravishment.  Luke cast a

knowing grin in my direction several times and I assumed he was

reveling in his memory of how he had used my wife without my

knowledge, an error of judgment on my part that was soon to be

corrected.

       

       It didn't surprise me when we were in bed that night Chastity

seemed distracted and completely uninterested in sex.  But it did

surprise me that she seemed in such a hurry for me to go to sleep. I

did my best to convince her that I'd drifted off, almost giving up

when it appeared to have produced no results, but ultimately my

patience paid off and I felt her gently sneaking out of bed.   Again

I crept out of our bedroom and took my place in the shadows at the

top of the stairs, but this time there was no one in the living

room. This time they were in the library.  And this time my vantage

point allowed me to see them easily while making it much more

difficult for them to see me.

       

       I could hear them talking clearly as the sounds waved upward

to my position at the top of the stairs.  My wife was telling him

that she had only agreed to meet him to be given the opportunity to

tell him what a lout and a bastard he had been to force her into sex

the previous night.  Luke chuckled and said, "I might be a 'lout'

but I've also got the kind of hot cock that you love. Don't you,

bitch?"  Chastity's silence revealed more than I cared to know. Her

intentions might have been honorable in meeting him, just to tell

him off, but faced with his strong dominate personality, she had

melted and was now just standing there as he removed his pajama

bottoms.  With a flick of his wrists he removed her skimpy

translucent dressing gown "besides, bitch, if you didn't want some

more of this big cock of mine, you wouldn't have shown up in such a

sexy outfit just to confront me, isn't that true."  Again my Chastity

said nothing but she slowly  nodded her head in agreement.  Now, I

was truly crushed, knowing that my wife was no longer simply being

forced by her crude and rough brother-in-law into sex but was

actually his willing participant. It was now obvious to me that my

Chastity loved the strong way he manipulated her and was interested in

sex from the kind of strong forceful man that I could never be!

Without further words he forced my wife onto her knees in front of

him.

       

       Then, Luke sat naked in one of our big reclining library

chairs.  The top of the doorway blocked my view of his head but I

could see everything clearly from about his neck down.  My loving

wife was now naked too, and she was on her knees before her

brother-in-law struggling to swallow every inch of his big, fat,

cock.  Luke's huge hands enveloped her head and held it firmly in

place as his hips bounced up and down, fucking his prick into my

wife's hot, hungry mouth and down her throat the same way he had

invaded her hot, hungry cunt the night before.  "That's it bitch,"

he told her, "swallow that dick you little cock hungry whore. Choke

on it!  Make your mouth a sloppy wet cunt to eat my dick!"  She

gobbled him ravenously, choking almost every time his balls slapped

against her chin, but redoubling her efforts with each new stream of

rough and dirty talk.  I thought it would end with his cock blasting

loads of stirringly cum down her greedy throat, but it eventually

became clear that she wasn't going to let him cum just once, and it

didn't take long to find out why.  If I harbored any remaining

thoughts that my Chastity was being coerced into her sexual activities

with Luke they were now completely dispelled as Chastity was now the

initiator of the actions. Getting up off her knees she pushed Luke

back in the reclining chair and then straddled his hips, guiding his

cock to her pussy lips and then sitting down on it,  slowing

swallowing every inch inside her hot, velvety cunt.  She threw her

head back in ecstasy and then began working her slick box up and

down Luke's fat prick in earnest.  "Oh baby, " he moaned, "you're

driving my cock crazy with that tight cunt of yours!"

       

       I couldn't believe it.  I was watching my sweet loving wife

willingly and wantonly working her pussy up, down, and, around the

cock of her brother-in-law, the man who had violated her the night

before.  Her cunt was devouring his cock with what can only be

inadequately described as sheer carnal gluttony.  I had been

stroking my cock and now suddenly found myself blasting my own cum

all over the carpet.  Once again I snuck back in the bedroom, but I

had misjudged the likely length of their activities and fell asleep

before she returned.

       

       The next day everything seemed to be back to normal. Chastity

was now feigning sort of bare tolerance toward Luke, and Luke

pretended Chastity didn't exist.  I figured they were trying not to

arouse my suspicions, but I was only partly right.  It was their

last day with us, and Chastity went shopping with her sister, leaving

Luke and I alone together. I was stunned by what happened next.

Chastity and her sister had barely left the house when I came out of

the shower, into my bedroom, to find Luke sitting on the edge of my

bed, naked, and stroking his hard cock.  I froze in my tracks and

just looked at him.  My stomach was turning nervously. "Get over

here and suck my cock," he said smugly, "I want to see if you're any

better than your wife."  His request excited me but I  couldn't do

what he wanted.  "Get outta here, " I screamed in mock indignation.

"Not until I fuck your face, you pussy," was his reply.  "I saw you

watching me ball your slut wife.  You just stood there like a wimp.

Turned you on didn't it, watching me hold her down and fuck her with

my big dick? Fucking her like a real man.  I know you're hungry for

some cock too, just like her."

       

       The thought that he had seen me watching him that first night

flooded me with fear.  It gave Luke the terrifying power to tell

her of my failure, it filled me with dread, and I couldn't face him.

I wanted to crawl back in the bathroom and lock the door, but before

I'd taken two steps, he was behind me.  I could feel his hardon

poking my ass as he grabbed for my arm, and the next thing I knew he

had managed to get my arm behind my back and had used his leverage

to force me to my knees.  With one hand he grabbed my hair and

pulled my face into his crotch.  With the other he pressed his cock

into my lips and tried to pry my mouth open.  "Suck it, you pussy,"

he ordered, "suck it, and it better be good or I tell your wife what

a wimp you are."

       

       My worst fears realized , I felt I had no choice but to do

this unthinkable thing. I opened  my mouth and took his cock between

my lips.  I could barely open it wide enough to take it all.  It was

ten inches long and very thick.  I could feel it's big swollen veins

gliding between my lips and under my tongue.  Strangely enough I

realized that my own cock had grown hard as a rock too.  Luke

cradled the back of my head between his hands and then slowly pushed

his hips forward, working his cock down my throat. When I gagged he

stopped and allowed me to take a breath, far more grace than he had

permitted my wife.  "Oh, oh, oh," he chanted as I enveloped his cock

in my hungry wet mouth, swirling my tongue around the purple

helmeted head.  "That's good bitch.  I pegged you for a guy that

could suck some dick.  Your wife told me all about your little

prick, play with it while you suck my big cock."

       

       I no longer needed to be forced. God help me, but I was truly

enjoying this male domination and my first ever cock-sucking. I had

one hand wrapped around my cock pumping and my other wrapped around

his ass to help hold my mouth around his prick.   He started walking

backwards toward the bed and I crawled forward on my knees still

sucking on his cock, never letting it leave my mouth.  He sat on the

edge and holding my head began fucking his cock into my mouth and

down my throat like it was a big, soft, pussy. "That's it cock

sucker, swallow that dick.   I think you love it more than your wife

does if that's possible."  I wanted to taste the same cum he'd

pumped into my wife.  I started milking and massaging his balls with

both hands trying to make him cum.  "God damn," he bellowed,"you

fucking fag, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhh!!!"  And I was quickly rewarded with

jet after jet of his stringy hot cum filling my mouth and blasting

down my throat.   But he hadn't finished with me yet.  He laid me

face down on the bed and took his place behind me, between my legs.

He greased his cock and my ass with his cum and then slowly began

to work it in me. "Please... no..." I protested half-heartedly.  "Shut

the fuck up, bitch!" he replied, grabbing the back of my head by

my hair, he yanked my head back, shoved his cock all the way in,

his balls slapping against my ass, he bent me over backwards,

ramming my ass like an animal.  "Your ass is mine, just like you

little slut wive's ass!" He spit in my face and slapped me hard,

throwing my face back into the matress and holding my head down.

That shut me up.  My ass stuck up in the air, completely vulnerable

to his abuse.  It hurt at first, but he fucked me for half an hour and before

long it was feeling kinda good.  I couldn't believe how fantastic it felt

to be fucked up the ass by another man.  Like my wife had, I found

myself begging him to fuck me.  "Ohhh..." I moaned involuntarily.  He

picked up on it right away, "Yeah, that's it, you like the feel of a big,

black dick in yo ass, don't ya, cracker?"  I couldn't help but say yes

and he laughed a deep laugh, knowing he had broken me.  As he 

pumped his cock to the bottom of my tight ass he told me that 

he would use me and my wife whenever and however he pleased. 

"Yes, anytime you want, master!" I moaned in reply, not aware of 

anything but his hot, black cock filling me up.  "You fucking white 

faggot, you were born to be my bitch, weren't you?!" he yelled as 

he savagely ass-raped me.  "God, yesssss!" I cried. "You see, 

bitch, I told you your husband was a fucking queer boy" he bellowed.

I didn't understand who he was talking to until he pulled my head up 

and pointed it at the closet.  The doors opened and there was my 

wife, Chastity, and her sister, Bella, who was behind her and had 

her hand down my wife's panties, rubbing her clit.  Bella massaged 

her large breasts with the other hand and sucked on one of her ears.

	"Look at that faggot husband of yours, sis, taking that

cock like the little white bitch he is!" Bella whispered raspily into

Chastity's ear.  Chastity quivered as she came on Bella's fingers.

Bella pulled her hand out of my wife's panties and brought her

fingers up to Chastity's face, holding them in front of her. "Mmmm,

sissy came good... taste it, cunt!"  Chastity did as she was told

and sucked her own cum and pussy juices off her sister's fingers.

	Bella then pushed her sister forward and to her knees

in front of me. "Go ahead, sis, ask him how it feels!"

	Chastity sat there, speechless, watching her black lover

anally rape her poor, wimpy husband senseless.  I was like a ragdoll

in his muscular arms and he easily outweighed me two to one.  I

really was like a woman to him.

	"Honey... he's fucking you..." she noted, "fucking you...

in the ass..." she seemed transfixed, trying to understand her

new reality.

	"UNGH!" I grunted in between thrusts, "I... know!"

	"Do... do you like it?" she asked.

	"I... UNGH..." I couldn't admit it to her, it was too

humiliating.

	"Of course he does, look at his hard little cock!" Bella

said, pointing to my miniature erection and laughing.

	"Oh, honey... you've got a little hard-on!" my wife said

in a way that made what was left of my manhood shrivel.

	"I... UNGH!  I'm sorry!" I apologized.

	"Honey, no, that's good!" she assured me, "your

impotence is cured!  I'm happy for you!  All this time, I thought

it was me, you could never get hard for me, not even on our

wedding night... but it wasn't me, it was you!  You're a faggot,

that's all!  I'm happy you finally found what turns you on!  Being

fucked like a whore by a big, hung, black stallion!  I'm so happy,

we have so much in common!"

	"I... I... UNGH!" I didn't know what to say or do, Luke's

massive prick pounding my poopchute made it hard to concentrate.

	"Come on, honey, it's okay, you can cum, do it, honey,"

she encouraged me, "you're a faggot now!"

	That was it, the last straw.  I couldn't hold it back any longer.

"OHHHH FUUUCKKKKK!!!!" I groaned as I came on the bed without 

ever touching myself.  It dribbled out weakly.  I was too caught up in 

my sheer faggot bliss to be ashamed.

	"Good boy!" Chastity beamed as if I was a child.

	"Yeah, little fuckin' faggot, just like I told ya, right, ho?"

Luke sneered.

	"Yes, Master, you were right about him..." Chastity nodded.

	Luke continued to ram my ass, and even though I had

already cum, it still felt good.  I was limp in his arms.  Chastity watched,

it must have been an incredible site.  As Luke continued to pound me,

grunting and sweating, Chastity moved closer to watch his cock slam

in and out of me.  Her little sister, Bella, sat back in a chair and

fingered herself, watching the incredibly kinky scene.  Chastity

seemed hypnotized by the sight of Luke's huge, veiny black cock

delving into my ass to the hilt, over and over and over again.  Chastity

looked up at Luke as if he was a god.

	"Master?" she asked, caressing his muscular chest with

her delicate, ivory fingers, "Master, are you going to cum inside him?"

she asked.

	"You want me to, bitch?" Luke asked, "You want me to

give it to your faggot boyfriend like I gave it to you, hunh?"

	"Yes, please, Master!" she begged, "Please, let him

have your cum inside him!"

	"Beg for it, bitch!" he commanded.

	"Please, Master Luke," she pleaded, "Please fill my

faggot white wimp of a husband with your jizz!  Please pump

his ass full of your hot, thick superior black spunk!  Please,

like you did to me!  I want him to feel it like I did!  Please,

Master, please let him feel you impregnate him like the little

white bitch he is!!!"

	Her words made even my limp cock twitch.  It did much

more for Luke, putting him right over the edge.

	"FUCK, I'm cumming, boy, I'm gonna fill your little white

ass with my nigger spunk!" Luke screamed as he started ramming

my ass faster and harder than I ever thought I could take.

	"Yes, do it, do it, Luke!  Cum up his faggot ass!" Chastity

pleaded.

	Then he rammed his cock deeper into me than it

had been yet, I swear his balls were right on my sphincter!  He

held it there and I felt his balls tighten.  Every muscle in his

body flexed and he held me tightly in place against him.

	"Yes, YES!" Chastity cried.

	Then I felt it!  His cock throbbed, getting thicker even than

it had been!  And with each pulse I felt a firey jet of his man juice

shoot into my bowels.  It was the most submissive feeling I'd

ever had, to feel another man's spunk filling me up inside.  I was

no longer a man, I was his bitch, now and forever.  Impossibly,

he kept cumming up my ass, I couldn't believe it!  It started to run out

of my ass, he filled me up so much!  I could feel it running down my

leg, it was such a degrading feeling.  Out of the corner of my eye,

I saw Bella reach orgasm watching her newly wed husband

impregnating her older sister's sissy husband.

	Suddenly, he pulled out of me and grabbed my hair and pulled

me and my wife's faces to his cock.  He continued to shoot his jizz

all over both of our faces.  We both opened our mouths obediantly,

staring up at him like greedy little dogs waiting for our treat from Master.

We took turns taking his spurts on our tongues.  Finally, he finished,

having filled our mouths and covered our faces in his man sauce.

He slid his shit-covered cock into my mouth and I sucked it obediantly

while my wife admired his perfect body and licked his massive balls.  

Then he pulled it out of my mouth and slid it into my wife's mouth, 

slowly shoving it deeper and deeper until she had completely 

deep-throated it.  Her cheeks puffed, her eyes watered and she began

to gag.  She couldn't breathe, but she never made a move to stop

him and never broke eye contact with him.  Just when I thought

she would pass out, he began to pull out, only long enough to give

her a quick breath, then began sliding it in again.  It was the sexiest thing

I'd ever seen, my beautiful, prim and proper, pure wife, her face covered

in jizz with a gigantic black cock sliding a foot down her throat.  Luke

gently guided my head to her face and I somehow knew instictively

what I was supposed to do.  As Luke slowly, sensously face-fucked

my beautiful wife, I licked his cum off her face and swallowed it down.

	Before long, Luke was ass-fucking my wife as I laid there

on the bed, exhausted, his spunk still oozing out of my strectched,

loose asshole.  I couldn't believe his stanima... or the sheer supply

of semen he could produce!  After he had shot his entire load up her

ass, he had her sqaut over my open mouth and shit the whole thing

back into my mouth and made me swallow the brown-tinged shit-spunk

with my mouth open so my wife could watch.

	The rest of the weekend was pretty much variations on this,

as he promised, he used us every which way he could imagine... and

he could imagine a lot!

       That was their last day with us and Luke gave

the 'happy announcement' as he left that he had business in the area

that would bring him back to our town on a fairly regular and

frequent basis.   All of this occurred just last week and Luke is

due to visit with us again next week. A visit I look forward to with

dread and apprehension but also some mixed feeling of potential

excitement. Although, I cannot be absolutely certain, I have the

distinct feeling that my wife is carrying out Luke's orders in

regard to sex with me. Whenever I have wanted to make love to her

these last few days she has found a reason to be unable to do so. On

a couple of occasions after I had licked and sucked her pussy, she

thanked me but said that she just couldn't reciprocate and that I'd

understand soon. I'm almost sure that I'll be enlightened as to what

my new sexual role will be with my wife  when Luke joins us for the

first of  many exciting visits to our home!