Lucy Gets Wet
By Thomas & Lucy
I'd always been a bit of a sceptic about female ejaculation. Lucy insisted she'd experienced it several times. She was busy fast forwarding through an old tape of a gang bang she'd had at the club, looking for evidence. The camera work wasn't good enough to prove anything, although with the one eye I had on the flickering images enough to give me a hard on I conceded defeat. Obviously not sincerely enough for Lucy.
"I hope you're not getting ideas above your station!" she pouted, "It's not your place to question me or my lovers abilities".
"I did nothing of the sort, I just said I'd believe it when I see it. I think it's faked in the pornos, that's all".
"Well perhaps you will get a chance to see it. James is coming around later".
"I thought you two didn't like me watching?". James was Lucy's regular black lover. More often than not I had to make do with a DVD after the event.
"Well James doesn't want to see your pasty ass, he comes to see mine! Or rather to come in mine!" She giggled, "but if I have to prove a point I will."
So as a result of a bit of silly bickering over nothing I ended up getting to watch. Lucy was already on her knees with James' black cock, long and thick in her hand inches from her mouth as she told me to strip and put my dressing gown on, and to sit on the floor out of the way. I went out into the hallway to undress. My small penis looked and felt even smaller in comparison to my competition. He was close to three times my size, with large full balls which swung under my wife's chin. I'd always been self-conscious that mine seemed shrivelled up to my body. Lucy didn't do anything to put my mind at rest when I'd mention it.
"You think I haven’t noticed? You white boys are obsessed with things like cock size", she'd say dismissively, "there's more to it than that. Black men are taller, stronger, more virile. The cock is just the icing on the cake. I mean I'd prefer James to you on his chiselled ass alone don' forget!"
I put the dressing gown on and returned to find Lucy arched backwards under James, her hands behind her back, his cock pointed straight down into her upturned throat. Mesmerised by the sight of their gentle but deep throat fucking, I let my gown fall open. My hand reached for my hard dick as I stared at his cock slowly piston in and out of her mouth, shining with her drool. I began to touch myself, still only considering abandoning modesty and openly masturbating, when I realised I was ejaculating. I'd barely touched myself. The lewd scene playing out in front of me and the pang of jealousy and humiliation that accompanied it was too much. I sat back and watched them continue until a gush of white semen suddenly accompanied his upstroke, poring over her cheeks. She swallowed as much as she could, but it was impossible to get it all. My own cum seemed like a dribble next to this.
Over the course of the next two hours I watched James fuck Lucy senseless. He slammed into her from behind, the smack of their hips colliding was clear even over her dirty talk as his balls swung into her and his cock owned parts of her I'll never follow. She took a turn riding him to slow down the pace. I loved to watch that position. It just seemed impossible she could take all that cock. At the top of her upstroke she probably still had my full length inside her, yet there was still a clear 7 inches or so left ready to fill her totally as she sat back. The pace soon quickened again as she fell forward and held on to him as he pounded her hard from underneath.
"Oh my god! This is why I'll never need you again", she gasped, "this is why I only fuck real men".
She had come at least once, as for that matter had everyone else, but she was determined to make a point. So the fucking marathon continued with even James admitting he was exhausted despite having long since put my performance to shame. He seemed to want a rest and took his frustrations out on her, spreading her legs and pushing them wide apart, Lucy on her back as he ploughed into her aggressively. Lucy was screaming obscenities, the complete opposite to the quiet moans or plain silence I remember when we used to make love. James was pulling hard on her tits, using them as leverage until he exploded again, this time the outstroke revealing my wife's stretched cunt overflowing with thick cum. At that moment she also began to explode again, lifting her hips to achieve maximum friction and trying to rub her clit on his pubic bone until I saw a her squirt and gush with her orgasm with my own eyes.
I could see the smug "told you so" look on her face as she pulled me towards her and pushed me down. I rarely did this, and can't say I enjoyed it. I liked to make her happy of course, and giving her physical pleasure in anyway was a rare privilege. But I didn't like the taste or idea of another man's come on my tongue as I cleaned her with my mouth. My dick shrivelled much to my humiliation as Lucy pointed it out to James and started comparing my "little willy" to his cock, now once again hanging between his legs but still nearly as thick as my wrist. As he went to grab a shower Lucy pulled me up. I wiped a mixture of their cum from my chin.
“It’s time for you to masturbate” she whispered. I was grateful that she hadn’t noticed my five second wank earlier on. She pulled out a towel I always used to come into. She called it my cumforter. At her gentle urging I began to rub my cock, aware of the humiliating cocktail of cum I had inadvertently used as lube. It made a slurping noise as my hand became a blur - there was no point prolonging the shame, or denying the pleasure. I quickly spurted over my hand and onto the cumforter, a mixture of three people’s cum on my fingers.
As usual when we bickered, I ended up conceding defeat. But at least this time we'd both gotten a memorable experience from it.
lucy.ward6@btinternet.com
By Thomas & Lucy
I'd always been a bit of a sceptic about female ejaculation. Lucy insisted she'd experienced it several times. She was busy fast forwarding through an old tape of a gang bang she'd had at the club, looking for evidence. The camera work wasn't good enough to prove anything, although with the one eye I had on the flickering images enough to give me a hard on I conceded defeat. Obviously not sincerely enough for Lucy.
"I hope you're not getting ideas above your station!" she pouted, "It's not your place to question me or my lovers abilities".
"I did nothing of the sort, I just said I'd believe it when I see it. I think it's faked in the pornos, that's all".
"Well perhaps you will get a chance to see it. James is coming around later".
"I thought you two didn't like me watching?". James was Lucy's regular black lover. More often than not I had to make do with a DVD after the event.
"Well James doesn't want to see your pasty ass, he comes to see mine! Or rather to come in mine!" She giggled, "but if I have to prove a point I will."
So as a result of a bit of silly bickering over nothing I ended up getting to watch. Lucy was already on her knees with James' black cock, long and thick in her hand inches from her mouth as she told me to strip and put my dressing gown on, and to sit on the floor out of the way. I went out into the hallway to undress. My small penis looked and felt even smaller in comparison to my competition. He was close to three times my size, with large full balls which swung under my wife's chin. I'd always been self-conscious that mine seemed shrivelled up to my body. Lucy didn't do anything to put my mind at rest when I'd mention it.
"You think I haven’t noticed? You white boys are obsessed with things like cock size", she'd say dismissively, "there's more to it than that. Black men are taller, stronger, more virile. The cock is just the icing on the cake. I mean I'd prefer James to you on his chiselled ass alone don' forget!"
I put the dressing gown on and returned to find Lucy arched backwards under James, her hands behind her back, his cock pointed straight down into her upturned throat. Mesmerised by the sight of their gentle but deep throat fucking, I let my gown fall open. My hand reached for my hard dick as I stared at his cock slowly piston in and out of her mouth, shining with her drool. I began to touch myself, still only considering abandoning modesty and openly masturbating, when I realised I was ejaculating. I'd barely touched myself. The lewd scene playing out in front of me and the pang of jealousy and humiliation that accompanied it was too much. I sat back and watched them continue until a gush of white semen suddenly accompanied his upstroke, poring over her cheeks. She swallowed as much as she could, but it was impossible to get it all. My own cum seemed like a dribble next to this.
Over the course of the next two hours I watched James fuck Lucy senseless. He slammed into her from behind, the smack of their hips colliding was clear even over her dirty talk as his balls swung into her and his cock owned parts of her I'll never follow. She took a turn riding him to slow down the pace. I loved to watch that position. It just seemed impossible she could take all that cock. At the top of her upstroke she probably still had my full length inside her, yet there was still a clear 7 inches or so left ready to fill her totally as she sat back. The pace soon quickened again as she fell forward and held on to him as he pounded her hard from underneath.
"Oh my god! This is why I'll never need you again", she gasped, "this is why I only fuck real men".
She had come at least once, as for that matter had everyone else, but she was determined to make a point. So the fucking marathon continued with even James admitting he was exhausted despite having long since put my performance to shame. He seemed to want a rest and took his frustrations out on her, spreading her legs and pushing them wide apart, Lucy on her back as he ploughed into her aggressively. Lucy was screaming obscenities, the complete opposite to the quiet moans or plain silence I remember when we used to make love. James was pulling hard on her tits, using them as leverage until he exploded again, this time the outstroke revealing my wife's stretched cunt overflowing with thick cum. At that moment she also began to explode again, lifting her hips to achieve maximum friction and trying to rub her clit on his pubic bone until I saw a her squirt and gush with her orgasm with my own eyes.
I could see the smug "told you so" look on her face as she pulled me towards her and pushed me down. I rarely did this, and can't say I enjoyed it. I liked to make her happy of course, and giving her physical pleasure in anyway was a rare privilege. But I didn't like the taste or idea of another man's come on my tongue as I cleaned her with my mouth. My dick shrivelled much to my humiliation as Lucy pointed it out to James and started comparing my "little willy" to his cock, now once again hanging between his legs but still nearly as thick as my wrist. As he went to grab a shower Lucy pulled me up. I wiped a mixture of their cum from my chin.
“It’s time for you to masturbate” she whispered. I was grateful that she hadn’t noticed my five second wank earlier on. She pulled out a towel I always used to come into. She called it my cumforter. At her gentle urging I began to rub my cock, aware of the humiliating cocktail of cum I had inadvertently used as lube. It made a slurping noise as my hand became a blur - there was no point prolonging the shame, or denying the pleasure. I quickly spurted over my hand and onto the cumforter, a mixture of three people’s cum on my fingers.
As usual when we bickered, I ended up conceding defeat. But at least this time we'd both gotten a memorable experience from it.
lucy.ward6@btinternet.com
