Karim al-Zib - A Helpful Wife

Curt Stevens felt Harriett's sweating thighs sliding up along his sides as he plunged his prick wildly into the heaving belly of the young woman beneath him. He felt a great surge of masculine power knowing that he could do this to a woman, that he could advance in his chosen field, could defeat any obstacle on the strength of his abilities. He felt his balls swelling, aching to spew that power into the woman who was thrashing so savagely beneath him.

The face of his lovely wife flashed repeatedly before him, and he felt a stab of guilt that it was not she who was receiving the rewards of his newfound success, with the resultant virile erection with which he was fucking this pretty, sexy girl in his arms. He wondered if he could ever look Kim in the face again after this breach of trust. Here he was, joyfully fucking the cunt of this woman who, though very attractive, could not hope to compete with Kim in beauty, intelligence, or personality, the bride of his heart who had stuck by him uncomplaining through the last disappointing, difficult months, the sweet, loving, innocent young girl who had saved herself all her life for him, who would be by his side until death parted them, who would be faithful to him for longer than that. And as the explosions began in his loins and he felt his cum spraying into Harriett's receptive pussy, he felt the guilt of this act shaking him. He knew Kim could never do anything like this.

Harriett cradled his limp form in the warmth of her body while he labored to normalize his breathing.

"My wife," he panted, "would be brokenhearted if she knew I'd done this."

Harriett smiled and kissed his neck. "She might be a lot more understanding than you think."

Ike Harvey leaned back in his chair and watched the scene being played out in the room beyond the glass. The darling blond girl knelt obediently before her great ebony master, like a palomino mare waiting to be mounted and bred by a rampant black stallion. She watched him over her shoulder, fearful, expectant, like a filly ready to bolt, the curvy moons of her buttocks parted and uplifted for the stud horse. Ike saw Khumalo nudge her knees a bit wider and then part her hairy labia with a thumb and forefinger of one hand. The other hand he used to guide his massive cock-knob into the delicate opening of her pussy, running the broad bulbous tip up and down the slit, pushing the inner folds and soft hair aside until he could seat it over the hot, hungry, red-rimmed hole. Kim's eyes grew wide as he leaned forward and put pressure on the tightlipped orifice.

Ike chewed his cigar while he unzipped his pants and pulled out his own hefty cock. The sight of the girl being fucked by the mammoth black penis was too much to just sit and watch. Ike began stroking his cock up and down, his eyes glued to the spot where Khumalo was seeking to penetrate. He saw her tipping her hips upward and pushing tentatively backward, saw her vulval area fold inward as the opening resisted, then suddenly spread as it yielded and the cockhead, as large as a small apple, disappeared inside. Her tender vagina enclosed the dark, purplish glans and she voiced her wonder.

"Oooooh, Bernard! I can't take it! It's too big! It can't fit. Ooooh, Bernard!" Then she gave a grunt as Khumalo buried the first two inches in her cunt.

"African women love this spear. What they can take, you too will learn to enjoy." Khumalo bore down and three more inches sank into Kim's resisting cunt. Kim groaned, moving her hips in tiny circles, trying to work her pussy back over his cock. Even her outer lips were stretched thin by the invading girth sinking between her wide-split ass cheeks. Her defenseless little asshole winked up at the grinning African, and he flicked at it with his middle finger. Ike saw him begin gently working the thick penis into the young bride's sweet, delicate cunthole, moving in a bit and then out a bit until her natural oils were coating the shaft and easing the entry.

Finally, miraculously and after much effort, the sleek back rod had vanished into the girl's belly, his great balls swinging in their sac beneath her furry split. The girl's vagina was hideously stretched, her pretty face contorted with passion as she knelt, a white sacrifice on the altar of her husband's ambition. Ike gloated on the lewd sight, glad that he had the hidden video camera on to record the entire event which he would someday show to Curt Stevens. Then his revenge would be complete.

Khumalo flared his penis deep inside Kim's vanquished vagina, bringing a moan of wonder to her lips. She felt as if she had been pierced to the heart by some soft-nosed battering ram. She felt as if she were nothing but pure cunt, all tubes and ovaries with no mind, no past or future but this feeling of being a receptacle for this encredible penis. She felt Khumalo draw back, emptying her belly until the ridge of his cockhead tugged at the rim of her vagina. Then he fucked smoothly back inside her. Kim moaned. It felt amazing! Khumalo repeated the action, out, in, and out. It appeared to the black man as if his cock were turning her tender pussy inside out, so much of her pink, soft pussy flesh clung to it on the outstroke. Then she groaned as it folded back inside of the instroke, reaming her thoroughly. The underside of his shaft stroked her clit pleasurably each time he fucked it into her gaping vagina.

Kim was soon lost in a sea of sensation and passion as she bucked joyfully back against Khumalo's savagely fucking frame, taking every inch of his cock, feeling it to her vitals, reveling in her paradise of raw sex, fucking and being fucked. It didn't matter who or what or what color his skin or whether she fell pregnant by him or not. Her body had turned into a fucking machine, the joy of what she was doing overwhelming all other thoughts. She heard the liquid sucking sounds of the big black cock in her cunt, gratefully accepted the deep thrust of the hard meat, pushing her vagina back over its virile length to make sure that not a bit of it remained outside of her. She snapped her hips back, up and down, twisting them in circles, stretching her tight pussy more with each motion.

Khumalo looked down at her delightful, undulating buttocks with the small, puckered, pink anus opening and closing right next to her cock-stretched cunt. Khumalo spat on his index finger and placed it at that private opening, working it inside until he could feel the bulk of his cock shuttling back and forth in the girl's love channel. He could feel the distinct bulge of the head of his cock plunging up and down. His vigorous thrusts worked her secretions up into a foam that collected around the base of his cock and on the swinging orbs of his testicles. Overcome with pleasure, she reached back between her legs and grasped his balls in her hand, cradling them in her palm while Khumalo grasped one of her large swinging tits and held on to it while he fucked so strongly in and out of her sweet, teenaged vagina. She rocked back and forth, holding his huge balls while he socked that gargantuan cock in and out of her cunt, the shaft glistening with her secretions, flowing so freely, coating his plunging ebony tool with the liquid expression of her desire. She fucked like a beautiful young animal, her doe-like eyes blinking open occasionally in wonder when he gave her pussy a particularly deep thrust. Khumalo groaned at the wondrous feel of her silken vagina contracting around his penis and threw back his head in ecstasy. He wanted to fuck this tender, white cunt forever.

Ike stared at the sight of the great black penis vanishing repeatedly into the monstrously stretched vagina of the young girl. Three cocks in twenty-four hours had fucked that lovely cunt and three cocks had been made wildly happy. Ike congratulated himself on having added this baby to his harem. She could do more for business than all the expensive lunches in the world, as long as she didn't lose that pure and innocent quality, as long as her cunt didn't get too stretched out by all the work. He thought it might be worth his while to keep the girl's husband away in Colombia or Sri Lanka or Tibet or something for a long time.