The Small Dick Club: SPH-THEMED STORIES

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Part 4…

“Uggh! F-Fuck me harder, Nigger!” The words punctuated the air as the slick black cock slammed further into the overstretched pussy in front of me. Tears streamed down anguished eyes from the searing pain of the carnal violation. Loud claps of cum-filled balls slapping forcibly against flesh mixed with further cries, “Give me that-Uggh-BIG-BLACK-COCK!!”

My eyes were transfixed at the sight of such pure sexual fulfillment. I knew J had a big cock, but these muscular black studs made J’s white cock look small in comparison. These black men looked like gods.

“SLURP!” The sound caught me by surprise as I looked down at my lap to see my beautiful wife, Aria, with her lips wrapped around my slender cock as she expertly blew me. “Shit! Somebody’s really leaking,” Aria gasped as she came up for air, “See something you like?” Aria prodded as she looked up. A scene of a petite white housewife taking a muscular stud’s massive black cock was playing on our living room tv. Aria gave me a wink and then sank her mouth on my cock again.

Watching porn together has always been a sure way to get Aria horny. And lately, interracial porn has really been revving her lust. It doesn’t hurt that all these black pornstars have cocks that look like baseball bats.

“Cum in my pussy!” Begged the porn starlet on tv, “Fill me up with your nigger seed!” In the background, you could see her cuckold husband watching his wife being bred by a magnificent black cock while his small white cock was locked up in a pink plastic cock cage.

Thoughts of my own cock cage (a CB-6000-S I’d ordered online) flashed through my mind. Unfortunately, I developed a rash from wearing it, so we decided to give it a rest, and now it just sits in our toy chest.

On the tv, the porn actress’s moans blended with the wet slurps of my wife working my cock.

“I’m gonna cum!” Grunted the ebony brute on screen. I watched intently as his veiny black cock pistoned into the petite white housewife’s pussy with savage intensity.

Aria’s lips tightened around my shaft when she heard the nigger moan. Her tongue swirled around my cock head, and her fingers worked my balls while on screen, the black stud’s face grimaced as he filled her pussy with a huge creampie.

Trickles of thick white cum leaked out of the housewife’s pussy as her negro bull remained motionless save for the ongoing throbbing of his black member inside of her. The camera panned downwards, showing the swollen lips of her pussy struggling to hold onto the thick shaft in her as he pulsed repeatedly, depositing his load deep into her womb.

As his softening cock sprang free from her ruined pussy, globs of cum dripped onto the floor. The actress’s cuckold rushed forward and dropped to his knees, lapping eagerly at the mess. The camera panned to his limp dick leaking in his cock cage. Aria moaned around my cock, and her fingers tightened as she watched the scene unfold.

“I’m gonna cum…” I warned Aria as my fingers dug into her bare shoulder. But she didn’t let up and swallowed every spurt like the good cum slut she’s become.

On screen, the cuckold continued licking his wife’s gaping pussy, his tongue collecting puddles of viscous seed that kept dripping out. Aria pulled up with glistening lips and smirked up at me before gulping the last drops down her throat.

Her beautiful face, covered in sweat and cum, blocked my view of the cum-eating cuckold on tv as she raised herself to meet my face. Without a word, her lips pressed against mine and forced me to taste myself on her tongue. Her hands pulled at my face as her tongue explored every inch of my mouth.

Breaking away, she glanced at the image on screen before turning back to me with a wicked grin. “You’d lick me clean too, wouldn’t you?” she asked as the cuckold pressed his face between his wife’s spread thighs.

“I-uh,” I swallowed hard and tasted my own cum still lingering in my mouth.

“Say it…” Aria insisted as she traced her finger along my lower lip.

Not wanting to give in so easily, I plunged three fingers into her slick cunt. “Ahhh,” Aria moaned as her juices pooled onto the sofa.

“Why don’t you tell me?” I demanded as I pulled my fingers out and painted her lips with her own pussy juices. “How bad do you want to fuck a real black cock?” I taunted. Aria answered by sucking my fingers clean as she looked me in my eyes.

*RING*

The phone rang, startling us both. Aria flinched, pushing herself upright to check the phone. The caller ID flashed **Jasmine** in glowing letters.

Jasmine, my former co-worker and our frequent third over the past six months. Has it really been 6 months? Ever since our anniversary in the summer of 2015, when we serendipitously met Jasmine’s well-hung white boyfriend, our sex life has been anything but boring.

Still, it’s been at least 3 weeks since we’ve met up with Jasmine. In the beginning, we were fucking every day; Aria was taking J’s massive loads at every chance. She and Jasmine even had their own torrid sessions by themselves while J and I were asleep. As the initial novelty wore off, visits dropped to every other day, then a couple times a week… then, as work and responsibilities reared their ugly heads, just once a month.

Aria snatched the phone off the coffee table, her fingers trembling slightly as she swiped to answer. “Hey Jas,” she breathed, her voice throatier than usual. The pause that followed stretched too long, her brow furrowing as Jasmine’s rapid-fire words tumbled through the speaker. I caught fragments: “that asshole”… “cheater”… “we’re through” before Aria’s eyes frowned with sudden realization.

Her lips curved as she tried to console Jasmine, “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry…” Aria’s fingers traced idle circles around her still-slick nipple as she listened, then abruptly straightened. “Wait, he did what?” The venom in her voice startled me. She twisted to grab the remote, muting the porn still onscreen.

Aria’s gaze turned to the clock – 9:47 am – and then back to me as my shriveled cock leaked a final droplet of cum on my stomach. “Dim sum,” she declared suddenly, “let’s meet up so we can talk properly.” Her fingers tightened around the phone as Jasmine’s sniffles crackled through the speaker. “Golden Neptune in twenty. Their shrimp dumplings are the best, remember?”

I barely had time to wipe the sticky mess from my stomach before she tossed me my jeans. The restaurant’s familiar red awning flapped in the breeze when we arrived, its neon dragon sign buzzing erratically over the packed Sunday brunch crowd. Inside, steam from bamboo baskets clouded the air between waitresses balancing trays of har gow and shumai.

We barely managed to get a table wedged between a screeching toddler and a group of old women slurping congee. That’s when we saw Jasmine from across the crowded dining room.

She looked – defeated… Grey hoodie swallowing her tiny frame, loose jeans sagging off her hips. No makeup meant her freckles stood out like constellations across her nose, and the unwashed bun at her crown told me everything before she slumped into the chair.

Aria pushed a steaming basket of har gow toward Jasmine just as a waiter’s cart rattled past bearing chicken feet. “He swore it was overtime,” she cried, chopsticks trembling over the dumpling’s translucent skin. A drop of broth splashed onto the table when her voice cracked. “But when I went to surprise him at the restaurant…I heard them in the walk-in fridge.”

The image materialized instantly in my mind… J’s muscular form pinning some faceless chef against industrial shelving, their moans muffled by the hum of refrigeration. Jasmine’s fingers tightened around her teacup, the porcelain threatening to crack. “Found him balls-deep in their new chef,” she spat. “Some five-foot-tall Latina with huge tits and a jiggly ass.” Her voice was sharp as broken glass. “Guess my little Asian ass wasn’t exotic enough anymore.”

The women in the following table, three generations of a Chinese family sharing Sunday dim sum, suddenly stopped mid-bite. The grandmother’s wrinkled lips pursed. “Ta ma de,” she muttered under her breath. Her tone dripped with disdain as she shot Jasmine a withering glance. The mother quickly shushed her, but the teenage daughter’s eyes widened with intrigue, her chopsticks hovering over a half-eaten siu mai.

Jasmine leaned forward and lowered her voice to a ragged whisper, her hoodie sleeve almost knocking over her teacup. “The worst part?” Her nail tapped her teacup three times. “He never once asked me to move in. Never introduced me to his friends.” Her voice sounded like a dying car engine. “Turns out I was just… another hole on his rotation.”

Aria’s chopsticks clattered against her plate as she reached across the table, grasping Jasmine’s wrist hard enough to make the tendons stand out. “Fuck him,” she said, her grip tightening as she could physically will the pain away. “Fuck his ego, fuck his lies, and especially fuck his cheap-ass excuses.” The hated in her voice made the toddler at the next table stop mid-screech.

Jasmine’s lower lip quivered before Aria dragged her into a crushing hug, their shared history flashing between them more vividly than words. Jasmine’s shoulders shook silently against Aria’s collarbone, her fingers curling into the fabric of Aria’s blouse. It hit me then that the way Aria’s hand cradled the back of Jasmine’s head was her protectiveness coming through. Six months of sweaty couplings and whispered confessions had blurred their relationship into something unexpectedly tender.

“You’re coming with us,” Aria announced suddenly, peeling back just enough to tap Jasmine’s tear-streaked chin with her thumb. “We leave for Punta Cana on Tuesday.” Jasmine blinked as Aria plucked a shrimp dumpling from the basket and held it to her lips like a sacrament. “All-inclusive resort,” she continued, “private beach cabanas… and rum. Lots of fucking rum.”

Jasmine’s laugh hiccuped wetly against Aria’s collarbone. “I can’t-” she started, fingers worrying a loose thread on her hoodie cuff, but Aria cut her off with a sharp snap of her chopsticks.

“Already booked,” Aria said, clicking away on her phone. The screen showed an extra charge for last-minute flight changes, but her smirk didn’t waver. “Pack your tiniest bikini,” she added, thumbing a stray tear from Jasmine’s cheekbone. “We’ll make you forget about that bastard.”

Jasmine inhaled sharply as she glanced at me for confirmation. I nodded, watching Aria’s fingers trace invisible patterns on Jasmine’s wrist. “She’s been planning this trip since November,” I admitted. “We’ll have a great time… besides, the weather’s got to be better than Raincouver in December.”

Aria interrupted by sliding her phone across the table, the resort booking confirmation glowing between half-eaten dumplings. Jasmine’s eyes flickered over the screen: “Oceanfront Master Suite”, “King Bed”, “Pullout Sofa”. Her blush darkened when she reached the amenities list: Private outdoor shower, complimentary champagne, 24-hour room service.

“I wonder what’s included in the room service?” Aria smiled, “Hopefully something dark and hung.” Jasmine froze mid-chew, her chopsticks slipping into the bamboo basket as Aria’s words sank in. The toddler at the next table wailed loudly, drowning out the Chinese grandmother’s shocked intake of breath. Jasmine swallowed hard, her throat working around nothing before she whispered, “You mean-?”

“We can only hope,” Aria purred. The restaurant noise faded into white noise as Jasmine’s eyes glinted.

We touched down in Punta Cana in the late afternoon as the sun was setting. Jasmine pressed her forehead to the window, her reflection superimposed over the palm trees swaying in the humid breeze. Her lips parted slightly at the first glimpse of turquoise water. Meanwhile, Aria’s fingers dug into my thigh as the wheels screeched against pavement.

The resort staff descended on us the moment we stepped into the open-air lobby, and their crisp white uniforms looked immaculate against the colourful tropical flowers.

“Welcome to Paradisus,” the statuesque Dominican concierge greeted. “My name is Marisol, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Scott and Aria, I presume?” Marisol directed to my wife and me. “And this must be Jasmine, your-uh-daughter?” She guessed quizzically.

“Oh, um-I’m-” Jasmine began.

Aria cut her off before she could say anything else, “Yes! This is our daughter, Jasmine,” Aria said, holding back a giggle, “thank you so much for accommodating our last-minute changes.”

My hand clasped with Aria to add credence, “Yes, we were so happy that she decided to spend some time with us old folks.”

Marisol laughed and called for a porter as her eyes lingered a beat too long on Aria’s sundress-clad curves.

The porter who arrived to collect our bags had a looming figure. His biceps flexed against rolled sleeves as he hefted Jasmine’s suitcase with ease. I caught the way his eyes worked up and down Aria’s and Jasmine’s bodies when he thought they weren’t paying attention.

Our room smelled of the fresh sea air wafting through the open window. The decor screamed honeymoon: rose petals strewn across the king-sized bed, champagne chilling in a silver bucket beside chocolate-dipped strawberries. Aria made a beeline for the balcony, her sundress billowing in the ocean breeze as she leaned over the railing. “Look,” she pointed to the beach below, where revellers were dancing in the sand. The lithe bodies glistened under the late afternoon sun.

Jasmine hovered near the bed, fingers trailing over the silk sheets. “This is too much,” she murmured, but her eyes were already darting to the en-suite bathroom and the extra-large glass-walled shower.

Aria strode back inside, kicking off her sandals with a clatter. “First rule of vacation,” she declared, popping the champagne cork with a practiced twist, “no guilt.” The bubbles overflowed onto her wrist, and without breaking eye contact, she licked the spill slowly.

The suite phone rang. Marisol’s smooth voice came through the speaker: “Your sunset cabana is ready.” Jasmine startled when the porter arrived minutes later with three frozen mojitos served on a silver tray. Aria pressed one into her hand, the cold glass fogging instantly in the tropical heat. “Drink up,” she encouraged.

The porter hesitated at the door. He was tall and broad-shouldered with skin like polished mahogany. He slid a business card onto the tray, “My name is Marcus. Please don’t hesitate to call me for any of your needs.”

Aria’s eyes were fixated on his muscular form, and Marcus returned her attraction as his gaze dragged down Aria’s sundress.

As Jasmine rushed to the door to thank Marcus, she wrapped an arm around Aria’s waist while her other hand precariously gripped the frozen mojito glass. The two sultry Asian women gleamed as Marcus flashed them a big smile.

“You have a beautiful family, Sir,” Marcus directed to me. Turning back to Aria, “Are you sisters?” Marcus asked in an attempt at flattery.

“Haha…” Aria giggled, “Thank you-” she replied as she playfully swatted at his chest, her hand dragged down to feel his defined pecs before she pulled her hand back in embarrassment. “N-no… this is our, uh, daughter, Jasmine…”

Marcus reached out to shake Jasmine’s hand and completely enveloped her delicate fingers with his brutish palm. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss.”

Aria interrupted, “Our poor girl just went through a breakup,” placing her hands on Jasmine’s tiny waist. Marcus’s eyes dropped to Jasmine’s waist and then her shapely and bare thighs. “We were hoping she could find something here to take her mind off it,” Aria continued with an arched eyebrow, “or maybe someone…”

Marcus spoke to Jasmine with a widening grin, “Miss, it would be an honor to make your stay at Paradisus a memorable one.” Taking hold of Aria’s hand, “For both of you,” he added, “I have ample experience in ensuring our guests receive the greatest pleasures they desire. You have my card; call me day or night, and I’ll be here.”

I looked down at his business card in my hand as Marcus departed. A simple, crisp white card with the logo of the resort and his hand-scrawled name and number written in black.

“I can’t believe you’re still going on about that,” Jasmine said as she swatted Aria’s plump ass, “what if they find out?”

Aria giggled, her ass still jiggling from the spank, “Haha, they won’t find out.” Aria teased, “Plus, what’s the big deal? We’re old enough to be your parents anyway…”

“Not true!” Jasmine replied, “You might be 20 years older, but you don’t show it!”

“And did you see the way Marcus was looking at both of you when you said Jasmine was our daughter?” I interjected as I wrapped my hands around both of their waists. “He looked like he wanted to fuck you both right in front of me…” I added as I handed Aria his card.

Aria’s eyes examined the card intently as her lips formed a small smile.

“Come on, let’s check out our cabana before the sun sets…” I said to hurry them along.

The sun was low in the sky as we settled onto the plush cabana loungers, the horizon bleeding crimson into the ocean. Aria stretched like a satisfied cat, her sundress riding up to reveal the frilly edge of her bikini bottoms. Jasmine perched stiffly beside her, clutching her mojito with both hands, still not believing she was here. Her grip tightened when Marcus reappeared with a fresh bucket of ice. His imposing shadow fell across her lap as he leaned in to refresh our drinks.

Down the beach, bronzed figures emerged from the surf and came into view. I squinted to reassure myself what I was seeing… glistening bodies and completely nude. “Pssst!” I whispered to the girls, nodding my head in the direction of the beach.

Jasmine let out an audible gasp when she noticed, but Aria remained quiet, save for an almost imperceptible lick of her lips.

“Ah,” Marcus murmured, following our gaze. His smile deepened the dimple in his left cheek. “Our naturist cove. Quite popular with European guests.”

A woman tossed her wet hair back with a laugh, droplets catching the dying light as she waded ashore. Her large breasts swayed freely, nipples standing erect in the centre of her dark areolas.

She was bracketed by two males, one white and one black. The black man’s relaxed cock swung heavy and thick with each step. His white companion’s shriveled member stuck out like a tiny mushroom. The platinum blonde woman trailed her fingers along both men’s hips as they walked, her fingertips lingering on the black man’s thigh where his cock occasionally brushed her wrist.

Marcus chuckled low in his throat, his gaze tracking the trio with pride. “Dominican lovers,” he explained, leaning closer so his breath ghosted over Aria’s earlobe, “understand that American wives are often missing out…” His knuckles brushed her bare shoulder, “And we’re more than happy to share our above-average attributes with beautiful guests such as yourselves.”

“You mean your winning smile?” I joked.

“I think he was talking about his cock size, Scott…” Aria quipped back, “Once you try black, right, Marcus?”

Jasmine’s mojito slipped from her fingers, crashing onto the teakwood deck. The blonde woman’s laughter floated toward us as she casually grasped the black man’s flaccid penis and started jerking it with long strokes.

Marcus didn’t blink, merely snapped his fingers for a waiter to clean the spill while pressing a fresh drink into Jasmine’s trembling hands. “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied to Aria with a smirk, “The only complaints I’ve heard were from women who said they couldn’t feel their husbands after.”

The trio turned to leave, but not before the blonde glanced back over her shoulder, her gaze locking with Jasmine’s for a brief second. Her earlier public display of affection clearly startled Jasmine’s senses. The blonde left with arms intertwined with her men, but not before bending over to reveal the sparkling glint of a jeweled butt plug nestled in her asshole.

“Ah, yes!” Marcus noticed our eyes fixated on the shiny blue jewel, “We sell a variety of sizes in the hotel. We found that they can help women who have, um, smaller husbands, prepare for their adventures in Punta Cana.”

“Well, don’t worry, Marcus…” Aria explained as she placed her hand on Marcus’s thick forearm, “First of all, we’re Canadians, not Americans.” Squeezing his arm with enough strength to make his veins bulge, “And I’ve got ample experience with fitting large objects into small holes.”

Jasmine’s mouth gaped open as she realized Aria was referring to when she took Jasmine’s ex-boyfriend’s white cock up her ass.

“I beg your pardon, Ma’am,” Marcus started to apologize.

But before he could finish, Aria cut him off, “No need to apologize, Marcus. Hopefully, we’ll see if all the hype is worth it.” Aria explained as she caressed Jasmine’s cheek, “I so hope that Jasmine and I will get to share some quality mother-daughter time on this trip.” Jasmine’s and Aria’s eyes both worked their way down Marcus’s towering form and rested on the noticeable bulge that snaked down the front of his white trousers before he nodded and returned to his work.

As the sun set and the night drew darker, Aria downed her mojito in one go, the ice cubes clattering against her teeth before she placed the empty glass down. “Let’s go,” she murmured.

The humid air clung to our skin as we stumbled back toward the suite, our steps uneven, our laughter too loud. Jasmine’s sandal caught on a loose cobblestone, her body colliding with mine in a tangle of limbs and heat. Aria caught us both with surprising strength, her fingers sinking into Jasmine’s waist as she hauled her upright.

The scent of coconut sunscreen mingled with the salt on Jasmine’s skin as Aria pressed her flush against my chest, her lips brushing Jasmine’s ear. “Careful,” she breathed. “We wouldn’t want you falling… unless that’s what you want.”

The suite door clicked shut behind us, sealing us in the dim glow of bedside lamps. Jasmine’s back hit the wall, her breath gasping as Aria crowded her, one hand pinning her wrist above her head, the other tracing the rim of her bikini bottom.

“Maybe we should call for room service,” Aria mused, her thumb slipping beneath the fabric to graze Jasmine’s hipbone. Her eyes flicked to me as she reached for the phone on the nightstand and dialed the number Marcus gave her. “Room service,” she purred into the receiver, her free hand sliding up Jasmine’s thigh. “We need some help with our, um, plumbing. Yes, you see, my husband tried to fix the problem, but he doesn’t have the right equipment, as it were. Perhaps you could come up to our room with a giant, um, plunger? Yes, Marcus, my daughter and I would be ever so grateful for you to come.” Aria giggled into the phone, “Can’t wait to see you… all of you…” before hanging up and returning her attention to Jasmine.

Aria grinned like a predator scenting blood, her fingers tracing the outline of Jasmine’s soaked bikini bottoms through the thin fabric.

Jasmine made a broken noise as her body trembled against the wall. Aria’s nails scraped down Jasmine’s toned stomach, hooking into her bikini waistband. “Let’s see what we’re working with,” she murmured, peeling the damp fabric down inch by torturous inch.

Jasmine’s gasp echoed when Aria’s fingers found her slick folds, her body arching off the wall despite herself. Aria licked her tongue at the wetness there, her thumb circling Jasmine’s swollen clit with precision. “Still thinking about J?” she taunted, her breath hot against Jasmine’s throat. “Or have you forgotten his name already?”

The knock on the door came precisely fifteen seconds after Jasmine’s knees buckled on Aria’s tongue. Marcus didn’t wait for an answer. The door swung open to reveal him backlit by the hallway’s sconces, his uniform shirt now unbuttoned to the sternum, exposing a dusting of dark chest hair. In one hand, a large black plunger rested on his shoulder while his gaze landed immediately on Jasmine, pinned against the wall with Aria’s fingers still working between her thighs.

“Keys,” Marcus murmured, dangling a master keycard between his fingers before dropping the plunger to the floor. “One of the benefits of working here.” His smile deepened as he stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him with finality. The keycard wasn’t the only thing he was dangling, though. The outline of his cock strained against his tailored slacks, the fabric stretched thin enough to reveal a curved thickness that made Jasmine gasp.

“Take this,” Marcus said as he handed me a video camera. “I have 2 rules before we begin…” he continued, “Rule #1: Call me ‘Sir’.”

Marcus moved closer and continued, “Rule #2: I need proof of consent.” He explained that one of his co-workers was sent to jail when an angry husband came back to his suite, only to find his white trophy wife fucking the hired help, and called the police, claiming she was raped… even though she was the one who begged him for his black cock. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a copy of the tape, a memento of tonight…” Marcus said slyly.

Marcus took back the video camera, turned it on, and aimed it at me as he recorded. “What’s your name?” Marcus asked me.

“Uh, Scott,” I answered.

“How old are you?”

“44.”

“And why did you ask me here tonight?”

I looked at him, then at Aria, quizzically, not knowing what to say.

“I need you to say it…” Marcus insisted.

“He wants you to fuck his wife and daughter with your big black cock,” Aria interrupted, a smile curling on her lips as Marcus turned the camera to her.

“Is that right, Scott?” Marcus returned to me.

“Y-yes,” I said hesitantly.

“Yes, what?” Marcus’s tone turned more serious.

“Yes, S-sir. I want to watch you fuck them both.” I replied hoarsely.

“And both of you want this, too?” Marcus asked Aria and Jasmine. Both women nodded in agreement.

“Tell me your names and ages then.” Marcus quizzed Aria and Jasmine.

“My name is Aria, Sir,” Aria answered obediently, “and I’m 44.”

“My name is Jasmine, Sir,” Jasmine added, “and I’m 24.”

“And what do the two of you want from me?”

“Your big black cock, Sir!” They said in unerring unison.

“Hmmm, I’ve never had a mother and daughter before… well, not at the same time. ” All right, you can have this back now, Scott,” Marcus said as he handed me the still-running camera. “You get to be the cameraman tonight.”

Aria saw her opening and didn’t hesitate. “Take them off, Sir,” she begged, peeling her own sundress over her head with deliberate slowness. Her bikini top followed, nipples already stiff from anticipation rather than the AC’s chill. “Time we see if it’s true what they say about black men.” Her fingers hooked into her bikini bottoms next, dragging them down her trembling thighs as she wiggled them down to the floor.

Marcus didn’t need asking twice as his belt buckle clattered to the tile floor, followed by the rasp of his zipper. Jasmine gulped when his pants slid down to reveal thick thighs corded with muscle, and between them, a cock that made her eyes widen. It wasn’t just the length, but the girth and the way the veins stood in stark relief against his dark skin. His swollen head, sheathed by his dark foreskin, looked like a turtleneck sweater stretched over a small purple plum.

If J’s cock was big, Marcus’s was monstrous. I zoomed in on his cock as he gave it a quick tug, and his thick, veined monstrosity grew with an upwards curve like it was straining toward the ceiling. Jasmine froze, her thighs instinctively pressing together as Aria stepped between them, blocking her view.

As Marcus continued to stroke his long, thick cock with slow, deliberate pumps, the head glistened with precum under the dim suite lighting. Aria exhaled sharply as she turned to Jasmine, whose wide eyes were locked on Marcus’s cock bobbing inches from Aria’s face.

It was just as big as those pornstars, I thought to myself as I stepped backwards to get a better camera angle, but Aria caught my wrist before I could retreat fully. “Where do you think you’re going?” Her nails dug into my skin as she dragged me close enough to smell the musk rising from Marcus’s cock.

Aria stripped me down with efficiency, my hands still steadying the video camera. First, my shirt was torn open, then my belt was unbuckled with a single practiced yank. My pants pooled around my ankles before I could protest, exposing my much smaller cock to the tropical air. The contrast was remarkable: Marcus’s monstrous length jutting proudly with the tip of his uncircumcised purple head peeking out, while my own rock-hard cock, less than a third of his size, was still fully sheathed by my long, overhanging foreskin.

Aria grabbed both of our cocks and pulled our foreskins back completely to expose our cock heads. She rubbed Marcus’s bulbous head back and forth across my slit to spread his juices over my glans before pulling my foreskin back over his plum head. At first, the stretch of my foreskin over his fat cock head seemed too much, but she was eventually able to cover his whole cock head with my foreskin. Aria gripped our docked cocks to hold my foreskin in place before doing the same thing with Marcus’s foreskin. Though Marcus’s foreskin didn’t extend as much as mine, Aria was able to cover my sheath partially and started jerking us together.

The feeling of Marcus’s hot cock head pumping into my foreskin as his flared ridge rubbed the underside of my penis was unbelievable, and I almost dropped the camera. Aria was salivating as she docked us harder and faster, feeling the heat of both of our cocks build in intensity.

“Shit! It’s like he’s fucking your little clitty dick!” Aria exclaimed as Jasmine moved closer to see.

All it took was for Jasmine to reach between our legs to fondle our balls, and I felt that familiar feeling of no return. “I-I’m gonna cum!” I whimpered as my hand grabbed Aria’s ass to steady myself.

Aria immediately let go, and Marcus’s cock head slipped free from my foreskin, but it was too late… cum started to dribble out of my overstretched foreskin as my ruined orgasm came to fruition. As I continued to film, I couldn’t help but think it looked so similar to how Aria’s swollen pussy lips looked after receiving a big creampie. As my copious load splattered on the floor, my wife giggled and kissed me on the cheek.

Jasmine made a choked sound as her fingers twitched toward her own exposed pussy before Marcus caught her wrist with his free hand.

“Come here,” Marcus growled, guiding Jasmine’s trembling fingers to wrap around his shaft. Her small palms barely covered half the circumference as she struggled to grip him. Aria licked her lips, watching Jasmine’s futile attempts, her own fingers shaking the last drops of my cum out of my stretched foreskin. “That’s it, princess, show me how badly you want this black cock.”

Jasmine’s pert ass looked amazing while she opened her mouth and licked the underside of Marcus’s cock. Her toned body bent at the waist, the globes of her cheeks flexing as she rocked forward on her knees. A bead of sweat trickled down her spine as she took the first inch between her lips, her jaw visibly straining around the girth. Marcus groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. The camera caught the sudden movement, making Jasmine gag as the thick cock head bumped the back of her throat.

Aria clung to me from behind, her nails digging into my chest as she watched Jasmine struggle. Her breath was hot against my neck. “Look at her,” she murmured, her voice husky with arousal. “She can’t even take half of him.” Jasmine’s moans vibrated around Marcus’s shaft, her fingers gripping along his rigid pole.

Marcus grunted, guiding Jasmine’s head with rough hands as she choked around him. Drool dripped down his length, mixing with the slick of her spit and his precum. His thighs tensed, clearly restraining himself from thrusting deeper, as Jasmine’s glossy eyes watered over.

Then, without warning, Marcus scooped her up effortlessly. He had one arm hooked beneath her knees while the other cradled her back like she weighed nothing. Jasmine gave out a playful shriek, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carried her toward the bed. The veins in his forearms bulged as he adjusted his grip, the thick head of his cock dragging wetly up her thigh, leaving a glistening trail.

“Aria,” Jasmine gasped, reaching blindly behind her to grab Aria’s wrist. She pulled Aria forward, their fingers tangling together around Marcus’s shaft. “Together,” she panted, her lips brushing Aria’s knuckles as she guided their joined hands into a tight circle around his girth. Marcus grunted through clenched teeth as their palms squeezed in unison around his shaft. Aria’s manicured nails scraped lightly along the underside while Jasmine’s trembling fingertips traced the prominent veins.

The bed creaked beneath Marcus as his hips bucked upwards involuntarily, his cock head glistening where it strained toward the ceiling. Aria straddled his thigh, her bare pussy leaving damp streaks on his golden skin as she leaned over to capture Jasmine’s mouth in a filthy kiss. Their tongues tangled as their hands moved in tandem along his penis, twisting and stroking until thick beads of precum dripped onto Marcus’s abdomen.

Jasmine whimpered when she finally got both hands around his shaft, her fingertips still not touching. The sheer circumference stretched her delicate fingers wide. Aria’s thumb swiped across the leaking slit, her other hand guiding Jasmine’s index finger to trace the prominent vein running along the underside. “Fuck! This nigger cock is huge!” Aria exclaimed. A bit of a show for me, I asked myself as I continued to film the scene.

Marcus groaned as their tongues swirled around his swollen tip. Their lips met around his girth, smearing precum between them as they kissed over his throbbing cock. The lewd slurping sounds filled the suite, louder than the ocean waves outside.

Marcus suddenly grabbed a fistful of each woman’s hair, pushing them together until their cheeks touched against his shaft. “Suck,” he commanded, his accent thickening with arousal. Their mouths formed a tight seal around him as their four hands gripped along his shaft.

Aria wondered how big he really was and if all black men carried this same impossible size between their legs. Her tongue traced a thick vein as her mind raced through drunken college hookups and stolen glances at the gym. None had prepared her for THIS. The way her lips strained just to wrap around the tip, her jaw already aching from the stretch. The salty musk of his skin filled her nostrils as she inhaled sharply through her nose, her eyelashes fluttering when Marcus growled and thrust shallowly between their mouths.

“Wait,” Aria gasped suddenly, pulling away, leaving Marcus’s cock glistening between them. She scrambled off the bed, her bare feet slapping against the tile as she yanked open the dresser drawer where hotels always hid the sewing kits and Bibles. The complimentary tape measure gleamed in her palm when she turned back—the yellow plastic unwound as she advanced on Marcus with determined focus.

“I’ve got to know,” she breathed, her fingers trembling where they pressed the end of the tape to his pelvic bone. Jasmine’s lips parted in silent fascination as Aria stretched the tape measure along his shaft, her tongue wetting her lips when the numbers climbed past nine inches. Marcus smirked, flexing deliberately to make the veins stand out sharper against the yellow plastic. “Twelve and a quarter,” Aria announced in astonishment, her thumb brushing the swollen head where it strained past the tape’s edge.

I zoomed in as she circled his girth, the tape brushing her cheek as it stretched around his girth, and the measurement punched the air from my lungs. “Eight and a half inches around.” The words cracked in her throat as my wife glanced in my direction to see me jerking my skinny Chinese shrimp dick. Jasmine made a choked sound, her fingers hovering midair as if afraid to touch such impossible dimensions.

Aria tossed the tape measure away and kissed Jasmine passionately as she pressed their joined hands against Marcus’s shaft. “This is just what you need,” Aria murmured against Jasmine’s swollen lips, her fingers guiding Jasmine’s trembling touch along Marcus’s veined length. “A real cock to wreck that tight Asian pussy.” Jasmine sighed, her nails digging into Aria’s wrist when Marcus suddenly gripped their hair, forcing both women’s faces against his throbbing erection again.

Marcus’s nostrils engorged as Jasmine’s lips parted hesitantly and her tongue swept out to lap at his leaking tip while Aria licked a hot stripe along his shaft. My cock strained in my hand as I watched Jasmine’s delicate mouth stretch painfully around his girth while Aria’s lips slid effortlessly along his length, her teeth scraping lightly just to make him twitch. Marcus groaned, his hips jerking forward as the sudden movement made Jasmine gag as the thick head bumped the back of her throat.

Aria pulled back, her fingers tightening in Jasmine’s hair as she guided her forward. “Take my girl first,” Aria murmured against Marcus’s thigh before leaning down to press an open-mouthed kiss to Jasmine’s flushed cheek. “Make sure she feels every inch,” Marcus growled, his fingers flexing against Jasmine’s body as he picked her up and put her on her back in one smooth motion. Lifting her legs high, Jasmine’s glistening pink labia were exposed completely and already dripping onto the sheets.

Marcus knelt between Jasmine’s spread thighs, his cock rising like a spear poised for conquest. Aria’s hands slid possessively up his back with her nails carving red trails through his sweat-slicked muscles as she positioned herself behind him. She reached around his waist so her fingers wrapped around his shaft, guiding the swollen head to nudge against Jasmine’s tiny opening. Marcus’s dark-veined girth poised at Jasmine’s delicate pink lips, his cock head alone stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched before.

Jasmine moaned in a broken, breathy sound when Marcus pressed forward. Not thrust, not slammed, just an inexorable invasion that made her spine arch clean off the mattress. Her thighs trembled violently as her body struggled to accommodate him, her slick walls visibly rippling around the intrusion. Marcus’s jaw clenched tight, his abs flexing with barely restrained power as he watched her pussy lips stretch around his girth. “Fuck,” he gritted out, his voice thick with strain.

Aria released her grip on the snake between her hands and moved next to Jasmine’s body. Her hands ran over Jasmine’s sweat-laden chest until her fingers zeroed in on her perky tits and pinched Jasmine’s nipples with sudden cruelty. I zoomed in on the camera lens to see my wife watching her friend’s face twist with overwhelmed pleasure. Jasmine gasped, her back bowing sharply as the dual sensations assaulted her. Marcus continued his slow and torturous penetration while Aria leaned down to swirl her tongue around one hardened bud before sucking it sharply between her teeth. Jasmine’s responding cry was shattered, her fingers scrambling against the sheets as Marcus finally bottomed out. Still, half of his cock was still protruding obscenely from her stretched entrance.

Using one hand, I aimed the camera between Jasmine’s legs to capture the moment as it was… There was more of Marcus’s cock outside her pussy than my whole hard length. My other hand was wrapped around my pathetic erection, barely four inches long and thin enough for my grip to overlap. In comparison, Marcus’s remaining six inches jutted unfulfilled from Jasmine’s overstretched box.

Marcus leaned back suddenly and placed his palm flat against Jasmine’s trembling stomach as he withdrew completely. Jasmine whined at the sudden emptiness, her thighs clamping together instinctively, only for Marcus to spread them wider with one rough hand. He lay his cock along her body, the swollen head resting well past her belly button while his heavy balls brushed her still-gaping pussy. Aria’s breath gasped as she traced his length with her fingertips until her finger grazed Jasmine’s dripping slit.

Jasmine’s juices dripped along Marcus’s shaft, glossy streaks against dark skin, and Aria couldn’t help herself. She ducked her head, her tongue slipping out to lap up the slick trails that ran alongside Marcus’s veins. The taste of Jasmine’s sweet juices layered with Marcus’s musk had Aria swirling her tongue greedily around his girth, chasing every drop. Marcus’s hips jerked when Aria’s lips sealed around him. I watched as Jasmine whimpered at the sight of her best friend’s mouth gliding effortlessly along a cock that had nearly split her in half moments before.

Jasmine’s fingers trembled tentatively as they slid between Aria’s thighs, and then they became firm when Aria bucked against her hand with a muffled moan. I panned the camera back and forth to capture Marcus’s rock-hard shaft stretching Aria’s lips wide while Jasmine’s delicate fingers explored the slick heat between her legs. Aria’s breath increased around Marcus’s cock when Jasmine found her clit and circled it with featherlight pressure. “Fuck! Right there…” Aria gasped, pulling off Marcus’s black dick to guide Jasmine’s fingers deeper.

Marcus’s cock glistened with spit as Aria twisted and planted one knee on either side of Jasmine’s face before lowering her dripping pussy onto Jasmine’s parted lips. Jasmine’s startled gasp vibrated against Aria’s swollen pussy lips, her tongue instinctively reaching out to taste her best friend’s arousal. The musky tang flooded Jasmine’s mouth as her fingers dug into Aria’s plump ass to pull her closer. Aria moaned approvingly, grinding down harder. “Sir, please fuck our daughter,” Aria panted, her fingers tangled in Jasmine’s hair to hold her in place. “I want her to cum on your cock while she eats me.”

Marcus grinned dominantly as he lifted Jasmine’s legs and flung them over his shoulder, her pussy fully exposed to his view. Jasmine whimpered into Aria’s wetness as Marcus yanked her hips up, his thumbs spreading her cheeks to reveal her tight, puckered asshole. Jasmine stiffened, and her eyes widened in fear when she felt the blunt pressure of his cock head against her other hole. “Too big…” she gasped, but Aria’s fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her tongue deeper into Aria’s cunt.

Marcus chuckled as he pressed forward, his girthy cock head kissing Jasmine’s clenched rim. “Relax, princess,” he murmured, kneading her ass cheeks with rough palms. But Jasmine’s body rebelled, her muscles locking tighter as her tiny hole rippled visibly around nothing. Marcus exhaled sharply, but the sheer circumference of his cock made penetration impossible. Frustration flashed across his chiseled features when Jasmine’s asshole refused to yield, her clenched rim resisting even his spit-slicked tip.

With a growl, he pulled back abruptly, his cock bouncing against Jasmine’s thigh, before aligning himself with her glistening pussy once more. Jasmine whimpered with relief when his thick head nudged her swollen pussy instead, her body instinctively arching to welcome him back where she could actually take him. Aria moaned above her, thighs locking around Jasmine’s head as Marcus’s cock slid home and stretched her puffy lips once more around his dark girth.

The stretch was even more brutal this time, though. Jasmine’s cunt is still loose from earlier but now oversensitive, every ridge of Marcus’s shaft dragging against her tender walls with crystalline clarity. Aria rode her face mercilessly, grinding her dripping slit against Jasmine’s nose and mouth while Marcus’s thrusts drove her forward with each powerful snap of his hips. Jasmine’s muffled screams vibrated against Aria’s clit, her fingers scrambling at the sheets as her body was used between them.

“Uggh!” Jasmine gagged as Aria’s hips rolled violently forward, smothering her completely. The slap of skin filled the room as Marcus picked up speed, his grip bruising on Jasmine’s hips while Aria arched above her, fingers twisted in her hair like reins.

“So fucking BIG!” Jasmine’s scream tore free as Marcus bottomed out and her petite frame jolted forward with the force of his thrust. The squelch of her stretched walls echoed louder than the headboard slamming against the wall. Marcus’s animalistic grunts vibrated through Jasmine’s spine as he palmed her ass cheeks, spreading them wider to watch her pink hole flutter while his cock distended her stomach with each deep grind.

“You like that?” Marcus’s voice wasn’t a question but a command, his body pressing Jasmine’s spine deeper into the mattress as he leaned over her. Aria’s thighs trembled around Jasmine’s ears, her moans crescendoing as Jasmine’s tongue flickered desperately against her clit.

“Uh-huh…” Jasmine nodded with baited breath as Marcus’s cock carved deeper into her trembling channel. Her fingers twisted the sheets into desperate knots, the fibers straining against her grip with each punishing thrust. The headboard’s rhythmic slamming drowned out everything except Marcus’s ragged breathing and the wet sounds of her stretched pussy struggling to accommodate his girth.

“Then say it.” Marcus’s palm cracked against Jasmine’s ass as the sharp sting made her jerk forward into Aria’s grinding hips. His fingers dug into the flesh he’d just spanked, spreading her cheeks wider to watch her pink hole shudder helplessly with each withdrawal. “Say you want my black cock.” His voice dropped to a growl as he slowed his thrusts, teasing just the engorged head past her swollen lips before pulling back completely.

Jasmine moaned as Aria’s thighs squeezed tighter around her head. The scent of her own arousal mixed dizzyingly with Aria’s as she gasped, “P-please, Sir! I-I want your-ugh-big cock!” The words tore from her throat just as Marcus slammed home his girthy length, spearing into her with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs.

Aria’s fingers yanked Jasmine’s head by the hair until their eyes locked. “Not just ‘big cock,” Aria corrected breathlessly, grinding her slick cunt against Jasmine’s chin. “What kind of big cock?” Her other hand reached back with fingers spread in a “V” shape that stroked Jasmine’s entrance and formed around Marcus’s thrusting length, where it stretched Jasmine open. “Tell him you need his big BLACK cock wrecking this tight Asian pussy.”

Marcus’s hips snapped forward to punctuate Aria’s words with a brutal thrust that lifted Jasmine off the mattress. Her scream shattered into a guttural moan as her cervix yielded abruptly, his cock head bullying past into uncharted depths. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks when Aria suddenly broke free from Jasmine’s tongue only to clamp both of her hands around Marcus’s cock at the base, squeezing tight to trap him inside Jasmine’s spasming cunt. “Say it,” Aria demanded roughly, “Or he’ll stop.”

Jasmine’s mouth opened–silent–before Marcus withdrew completely, leaving her cunt gaping. Her slick walls pulsed visibly around nothing, clenching at air while Marcus smirked down at her trembling form. Aria’s fingers dug into Jasmine’s hips, splaying them wide open, her swollen lips glistening under the suite’s chandelier lights. Marcus’s cock bobbed in the air; the weight of it was too much to allow it to rise any higher.

“Look at her,” Aria murmured, dragging her nails down Jasmine’s inner thighs. “Pretty little Asian pussy all stretched and empty.” Jasmine sighed when Aria’s thumb brushed her clit, her hips jerking off the mattress instinctively. “Say it,” Aria coaxed, her voice dropping to a whisper as Marcus loomed closer, his tip glistening with Jasmine’s arousal. “Or he walks out right now.”

Jasmine’s chest heaved as Marcus deliberately turned towards the door, his cock bobbing with each step. “No, Sir–wait!” The words ripped from her throat raw. “Fuck me with your… your big BLACK cock, Sir!” Her voice cracked on the last syllable, cheeks burning as Marcus paused mid-stride. Aria’s triumphant grin flashed above her before Marcus spun back with his thick length swinging heavily. Jasmine’s breath quickened when he gripped her ankles, flipping her onto all fours with effortless strength.

The first thrust tore a scream from her that vibrated through the hotel suite. Marcus’s girth splits her wider than before, his pelvis slapping against her ass with enough force to leave fingerprints. Jasmine’s fingernails shredded the duvet as she tried to process the impossible stretch, her inner walls rippling around his dark shaft with each withdrawal.

“N-no!” she sobbed when Marcus paused, the word garbled by drool dripping onto the sheets. Her hips jerked involuntarily backward, seeking friction, even as her swollen lips trembled around his girth. “Sir–please–don’t stop–” Her breath quickened when Marcus’s thumbs pried her cheeks apart wider, exposing her stretched hole to the chilled air.

“Louder,” Aria demanded, slapping Jasmine’s ass hard enough to leave a red handprint blooming across pale skin. The crack echoed off the suite walls, mingling with the wet sounds of Marcus’s slow, torturous thrusts. Jasmine’s fingers twisted in the sheets, her knuckles whitening as her body betrayed her, arching deeper onto his cock despite the tears streaking her face.

“Fuck me!” Jasmine pleaded, the words catching in her throat as Marcus angled his hips upward, hitting something that made her vision whiten.

“Harder, NIGGER!” The racial slur tore from her lips like a prayer, her hips jerking to meet each brutal thrust. Marcus growled ferally and obliged, his thick black cock pistoning into her with a force that rattled the bedframe. Jasmine’s mouth fell open in silent ecstasy as her orgasm detonated and her pussy clamped down rhythmically around Marcus’s girth while her body spasmed violently against his hips. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks as she collapsed forward, her forearms barely catching her weight before she faceplanted into the sweat-soaked sheets.

Marcus’s pace turned erratic as his powerful thrusts lost their precision and his balls drew up tight. One hand gripped Jasmine’s hip hard while the other tangled in her hair, forcing her face into the pillow as he buried himself as far as his cock would allow him. With a roar, he came violently, his cock pulsing deep inside her as thick ropes of cum painted her cervix. Jasmine whined at the scalding heat flooding her insides, her oversensitive walls spasming weakly around his still-hard length as he ground his pelvis against her ass, milking every last drop.

Aria watched, transfixed, as Marcus finally withdrew his cock. It glistened with Jasmine’s juices and their mixed cream while Marcus’s cum leaked from her gaping hole. Without hesitation, Aria pushed Jasmine onto her back, spreading her trembling thighs wider before lowering her mouth to the messy, swollen flesh. Her tongue lapped at the thick cream spilling from Jasmine’s ruined entrance, savoring the bitter-salty taste of Marcus’s cum mixed with Jasmine’s pussy cream. I moved closer to film my wife’s tongue delving deep to scoop out every last drop.

Jasmine sighed weakly, her fingers tangling in Aria’s damp hair as Aria’s tongue worked her oversensitive clit raw. Marcus glared down at the scene of Aria, round ass in the air, lapping away at the mess he made of Jasmine’s pussy, and I saw his cock already starting to harden again.

“Your turn,” he rumbled as his hands grabbed my wife’s ass cheeks. Aria’s plump ass glistened with sweat, her swollen pussy lips drenched from Jasmine’s previous ministrations. But it was the tight pucker between them that drew his eye, clenched tight but inviting.

“I couldn’t fit in your daughter,” Marcus growled, palming Aria’s asscheeks to spread her wider. The sight punched my gut as I positioned my camera to get a better view of her tight pink star. Jasmine’s breath slowed as she watched, her fingers unconsciously tracing her own stretched entrance as she watched Aria’s arch higher.

“But I need some ass tonight,” Marcus finished, his thumb pressing against Aria’s clenched hole with deliberate pressure. The pink furl gave slightly beneath his touch, just enough to make her shudder.

Aria’s muffled moan vibrated through the mattress as Marcus gripped my shoulder, nudging me forward with impossible strength. “You’re gonna want to have a good view of this,” Marcus said.

My knees hit the bedframe hard enough to bruise while my pathetic erection bobbed against my stomach as I stared at my wife’s spread cheeks. Marcus’s thick fingers were already stretching Aria wider while my trembling hands tried to steady the camera.

“Lube,” Marcus barked, snapping his fingers toward where Jasmine lay panting. She scrambled for the bottle with shaking hands, spilling slick liquid across my palm when I reached for it. The cold gel dripped between my fingers as I pressed one hesitant digit against Aria’s tightness, her body yielding slightly before clamping down reflexively.

Marcus replaced my finger with his own. “Watch,” he commanded, twisting his thick digit deeper until Aria’s gasped moan shook the sheets. My wife’s back arched violently when he added a second knuckle, her asscheeks trembling around his invading hand. “Mmmm… looks like your wife’s ass wants a fucking.”

Jasmine gasped beside me, her fingers unconsciously mirroring Marcus’s motions against her own stretched entrance. The scent of their sex clung thickly to the humid air as Marcus withdrew his glistening fingers to aim his cock at Aria’s tight hole. The blunt, dark crown kissed her pink pucker with precision, smearing precum across her tight furl in slow circles that drew whimpers from both women.

“Push,” Marcus commanded, his palm flattening between Aria’s shoulder blades to pin her trembling body flush against the soaked sheets. Her choked cry split the air when he leaned forward, not thrusting yet, just letting the sheer weight of his hips press his swollen head past her resisting rim. I zoomed in on the camera as her body fought the intrusion, her muscles visibly trembling around the invading tip before yielding millimeter by excruciating millimeter.

Jasmine’s thighs clamped reflexively around Aria’s sweat-slicked shoulders when Aria’s tongue lashed upward in desperate apology. I watched helplessly as Marcus’s thick cock claimed Aria’s ass while her mouth devoured Jasmine’s oversensitive pussy. Each thrust drove her face deeper into Jasmine’s glistening folds. Marcus’s grunts vibrated through Aria’s body when her muffled scream reverberated against Jasmine’s clit.

A gush of cum flooded Aria’s mouth unexpectedly as Jasmine’s orgasm ripped through her without warning. Jasmine’s fingers pulled Aria’s head in as her hips bucked wildly, smearing Marcus’s lingering release across Aria’s chin in sticky streaks. Marcus moaned in approval at the sight of his cum dripping from Jasmine’s pussy onto Aria’s lips just as his thrusts became erratic and as Aria’s ass tightened around him in response to the taste.

The bedframe cracked against the wall with each snap of Marcus’s hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin drowned out Aria’s choked gasps. Sweat dripped from Marcus’s brow onto Aria’s arched back as he finally buried every last inch of his 12-inch black cock inside her ass. Aria’s pink hole wrapped helplessly around the dark shaft as Marcus exhaled sharply, and he rolled his hips in slow circles to savor the tight heat clamping around him.

“Fuuuucck!” Aria gasped, curse dissolved into a ragged moan as Marcus pulled nearly all the way out before slamming home again. With my free hand, I stroked my little dick as I filmed his heavy balls slapping against her drenched pussy with each thrust.

Aria’s fingers scrambled against the soaked sheets before finding Jasmine’s trembling thigh, her nails digging into the younger woman’s skin. Jasmine recoiled at the sting, but didn’t pull away, her own fingers still clutching Aria’s face as Marcus’s relentless pace rocked them both forward.

“Nggh!” Marcus groaned as his cock head kissed a place inside Aria no man had ever reached. The raw stretch burned, but it was the fullness that stole her breath. Every inch of him filled her impossibly, his thick length pressing against walls she didn’t know could feel this way.

“Fuck! No one’s ever taken the whole thing before…” Marcus growled, his hands squeezing hard on Aria’s hips as his cock throbbed deep inside her asshole. Aria’s entire body trembled, and her ass cheeks jiggled around his invading girth. Marcus deliberately ground himself in slow, torturous circles that made her asshole burn with delicious agony.

The first hot spurt hit Aria’s inner walls like molten lead, thick and scalding, forcing a ragged scream from her throat that vibrated through Jasmine’s thighs where she still straddled Aria’s shoulders. Marcus’s hips jerked violently as he came, his cock pulsing rhythmically while he emptied himself inside her clenched passage. Each thick rope of cum stretched her impossibly tighter until she could feel the heat pooling low in her gut.

When Marcus finally withdrew, the sudden void made Aria gasp, and her asshole gaped and twitched before the first viscous stream of cum oozed out in a slow, glistening river. It traced a shining path down her taint to mingle with her swollen pussy lips. More thick globs of Marcus’s cum followed and slid free in pulses that mirrored his fading orgasm until the sheets beneath Aria were slick with it.

Jasmine’s fingers trembled as she reached tentatively to touch the mess and swirled a fingertip through the warm spill. Marcus smiled darkly, watching her hesitate before pressing her finger into Aria’s stretched rim, the tight ring still loose enough to allow easy entry. His cum oozed around Jasmine’s slender digit as she pushed deeper, her eyes widening at how easily her finger disappeared into Aria’s bung hole. “She’s still dripping,” Jasmine breathed, pulling her finger free with a shudder.

Without a word, Marcus gripped Jasmine’s wrist and guided her sticky hand downward, smearing their mixed release across her own swollen lips. Jasmine shivered at the contact while her hips jerked involuntarily. Marcus leaned in, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear. “Clean yourself up,” he murmured, nipping her earlobe sharply. “Then get on your knees.”

I wish I could say that’s when I reclaimed my wife–when I pulled Aria from the sweat-slicked sheets and pressed my body against hers, proving I could satisfy her too. But Marcus had other plans. Every word was his command, and my wife and Jasmine obeyed without a second thought. Marcus caught my wrist before I could touch Aria; his grip felt like a vice. “Pullout sofa,” he ordered, jerking his chin towards the living area. “You can film from there… I need some room to work.”

Aria didn’t protest. Her thighs trembled as she rolled onto her side, Marcus’s cum still seeping from her ass. She reached for Jasmine instead, pulling the younger woman into a long kiss. My stomach twisted as Jasmine moaned into Aria’s mouth, her fingers sliding eagerly in Aria’s cum-drenched asshole.

The humiliation burned hotter when Jasmine glanced up mid-kiss, her dark eyes locking onto mine with shameless curiosity. She broke away just long enough to lick her lips, then murmured something that made Aria laugh with a throaty, exhausted sound.

I came twice on the pullout sofa that night, watching both Jasmine and my wife cumming on this nigger’s cock. The first time was watching both Jasmine and my wife bent over on all fours, taking turns begging Marcus for his enormous cock. I filmed myself jacking off my little dick while Marcus plowed my wife and Jasmine’s pussy doggy-style in the background, alternating between the two like the magnificent bull he was.

The second time was while watching Marcus flip Aria onto her stomach again, her body limp from exhaustion but still arching instinctively. His thick fingers massaged her apple-bottom ass as he re-entered her asshole slowly, inch by inch. As Marcus increased his forceful, prone bone thrusts, Jasmine straddled Aria’s face. The wet slurps of Aria’s tongue lapping at Jasmine’s labia drowned out my ragged breathing as I stroked myself furiously.

Eventually, I placed the video camera on a side table and aimed it at the three of them before I fell asleep, listening to the sounds of unbridled sex and moans filling the room.

By the time I awoke in the morning, Marcus was already gone, and both Jasmine and Aria were both asleep on the rumpled bed, their bodies tangled together like lovers. Jasmine’s pussy lips were swollen, her petite frame curled against Aria’s back, one hand possessively cupping Aria’s breast even in sleep. Aria’s dark hair was fanned across the pillow, her breathing slow and deep.

But it was the streaks of dried cum that caught my attention. Milky streaks crusted on Aria’s inner thighs, flaking where her legs had pressed together in sleep. More dotted Jasmine’s collarbone, hardened into pearlescent patches against her smooth skin. The sheets were stiff with it and audibly crinkled when Jasmine shifted.

Then I spotted the note, tucked under Marcus’s empty beer bottle on the nightstand. The paper was crisp and clearly fresh, unlike everything else in this debauched room. His jagged handwriting leapt out: “Coming back tonight. Bringing friends.” No signature, no further explanation needed. My stomach twisted at the thought of who those “friends” might be and what fresh depravity awaited us. Aria would wake up hungry for it, I knew. Her pussy already resized to black cock.

The sheets rustled as I snuck in between them, Jasmine’s bare back warm against my chest, and Aria’s arm pressing into my erection. My wife stirred first, her eyelids fluttering open to meet mine. No surprise. No guilt. Just a drowsy smirk as she reached over to grip my rock-hard dick. Jasmine’s body turned towards us as she stirred, only for her fingers to brush against my stomach, then lower. Aria’s grip tightened around my shaft while Jasmine’s soft fingertips traced my hipbones. Their hands moved together now, Aria jerking me roughly while Jasmine teased my balls. Their fingers tangled together briefly before continuing their synchronized torment.

“Mmmm… thank you, guys-” Jasmine murmured as she brushed over my tip with each upward motion. “I needed that,” Jasmine gasped in fulfillment, “…love you both.”

Jasmine leaned in to kiss my chest as her hands sped up their strokes, her delicate fingers interlacing with Aria’s rougher ones in a seamless rhythm that left my hips bucking between them. The sheer coordination of their touch betrayed practiced familiarity, and their palms alternated pressure while fingertips teased my frenulum and taint in turn. My orgasm built terrifyingly fast, not from the friction alone, but from the surreal sight of my wife and our young friend working together to milk me dry.

Jasmine stirred when Aria suddenly twisted her wrist, the unexpected rough motion making me groan, before glancing up at my wife through her lashes. “Want me to-?” she started, but Aria was already shaking her head, shifting lower on the bed until her lips hovered inches from my throbbing cock.

“Just watch, honey,” Aria replied, her breath hot against my slick tip as Jasmine’s fingers stilled. Then, without breaking eye contact with our younger friend, she opened her mouth and took me deep in one smooth glide. The wet heat of her throat clamped around me instantly.

Jasmine’s lips parted as she watched Aria’s cheeks fill with my cock, the slurping sounds filling the morning air as my wife worked me to completion. When Aria pulled back, a thick string of cum connected her bottom lip to my shrinking head. She smirked at Jasmine’s transfixed expression before gathering the sticky strand on two fingers and pressing them against Jasmine’s parted lips.

The younger woman opened instantly, her tongue darting out to lick the offering clean with a desperation that made my spent cock twitch. Aria didn’t wait for her to finish before sealing their mouths together in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. They shared my seed between them as their tongues tangled. Jasmine whimpered into the exchange, her fingers clutching at Aria’s shoulders as my wife deliberately swiped her cum-coated tongue along Jasmine’s palate.

“Mmmm… So are you over your ex now?” Aria posed to Jasmine.

Jasmine nodded in response before adding, “I’m through with that bastard. I want what you two have,” Jasmine continued as she massaged my spent balls, “You two love each other so much.”

Aria, Jasmine, and I shared a kiss and the remnants of my cum before we fell back asleep.

We would need our strength for what Marcus and his friends had planned for tonight…

To Be Continued…?

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