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She spent several minutes pleasuring Leon orally, her agile tongue darting this way and that, her mouth engulfing the end of his shaft and noisily slobbering on it as she moved the head around inside her mouth. She was careful to hold his cock by the base so he couldn't force what looked like the entire 11 inches into her throat again or even try. Anxious to get on with things, Leon pulled out and stepped back, his cock still fully erect, standing proud and huge, pointed straight at her face.

"Take that slut dress off bitch and spread your legs" Leon said as he stepped back and removed his jeans completely. John, who was still kneeling in the middle of the room, seemed to come to his senses when he heard Leon ordering his wife around.

"Marge, please," he said in a small, weak voice. "Y-you don't need to do this." But his words went unheeded; she was already peeling the tight dress up over her head.

Leon whistled softly when he saw the rest of her. "Oh yeah, Oooooh, fuck yeah, baaaby." He reached down with his big hands and gently fondled and stroked her big breasts. Her nipples and the large, pebbly halos around them were swollen rock hard by his now gentle touch. She smiled shyly at him, pleased that she had been able to arouse him so. She continued to kneel subserviently before the black man, her soft, rounded belly curving downward, obscuring her hairy pussy mound and half hiding the black suspender belt she wore under the heavy rolls of fat.

Leon removed his hands from her, quickly finished undressing and stepped back towards the couch. "Get your fat ass onto the sofa, bitch, and let me see that pussy," he told her. With a soft grunt, she slowly got to her feet and waddled over to the sofa, her heavy rolls of fat and big breasts jiggling and swaying as she went. She sat down and turned sideways, lying on her back with her head on one arm of the couch. She spread her flabby white thighs open as far as she could, exposing her hair covered cunt under its fatty mound.

Leon turned to John, pointing his long index finger at the man. "Get over here, now, and lick her pussy, lick it good! Get it all lubed up so I don’t hurt her when I ram this big piece of meat into her," he said, running his hand up and down the length of his erect cock.

John looked shocked and confused, but he stood up and walked over to his wife. Looking down at her plush, white body so big it was overflowing the edge of the couch he felt his heart racing and his hard-on pounding under his jeans. Once John was seated on the edge of the sofa, Marge flashed him a wicked grin, then raised her legs up and used her hands to pull her meaty lips apart.

She was dripping wet and he could see her thick, pink lips were puffy and engorged, peeled apart in arousal as he lowered his head between her big thighs. He inhaled her musky fragrance and began to run his tongue slowly up and down her slit, taking extra time to flick his tongue quickly back and forth over the nub of her hypersensitive clitoris.

She moaned out loud the moment his tongue touched her pussy and never let up as John's tongue continued to work its magic in the sloppy pink folds of her sex. After several minutes, her moans and groans were replaced by now familiar gagging, choking sounds. John glanced up to see that Leon had lowered himself into a squat and was again forcing his cock deep into Marge’s mouth. Because of the position of her head on the arm of the couch, John could actually see her throat moving as she once again tried to take in as much of his cock as she could.

"Eat that pussy boy, lick her cunt and ass, eat her good," he heard Leon say as Marge let out a strangled moan. He picked up his pace, licking his wife's sloppy wet pussy, pushing his tongue in and out of her vagina, then moving his head gradually lower until he was licking the soft, sweaty skin between her huge asscheeks. Finally, he went lower still, running his tongue over and around the pungent brown pucker of her anus, something he had always wanted to do but never dared try before.

He was aware of a wet, plopping sound as Leon withdrew his cock from her mouth. Then Marge totally surprised him. She exhaled loudly, then reached her arms over her blubbery belly and between her big legs. Her reach was just long enough that she was able to wrap her small fingers around John's hair. Holding his head tightly, she pulled him forward into her pussy, then began to slide his face up and down the length of her wet, slimy crack.

She groaned loudly, spreading her legs even wider as she pushing her hips up a bit as she continued to grind her husband's face against her overheated slit. She started to pant more heavily as her arousal grew more intense. John's face was covered from forehead to chin with a shiny coating of her juice as she pulled him still harder into her overheated crotch, using his face to masturbate herself.

He sensed that she was getting close to orgasm when he felt Leon's hand on his shoulder, urging him back. When he sat up and turned around he wanted to jump off the couch and run. To his horror, his face was only inches from Leon’s hard, swaying cock! For the second time, John felt a hand grabbing him by the hair, only this time it was Leon, pulling his face in so close to the other man's groin that John could smell the musky, sweaty odor and feel the warmth of a long cock pressing against his cheek. He jerked John's head back so he was looking up.

Leon bent forward un till his face was only inches from John's. "Now you can suck my cock and get it good and wet for your wife, pussy boy," he snarled. He was so close now that John could smell cigarettes and alcohol on his breath. "I know you want to suck it, well, here's your chance. And don't even think about tellin' me otherwise or I'll bust your sorry ass and still fuck your slut wife. You're goin' down, faggot white boy... NOW!"

Near panic, poor John ignored Leon's words and tried to pull away but Leon held his hair tightly. A moment later he felt the big knob of the man's steel hard cock head bumping against his tightly closed lips.

Without a word, Leon reached down and calmly pinched John's nostrils shut with his thumb and forefinger. Desperate to avoid what he knew was coming, John held his breath for so long he began to feel dizzy, but eventually he opened his mouth wide, gasping for air. As soon as his mouth opened far enough, he felt the warmth and spongy softness of Leon's big cock head filling up his mouth.

For the first time in his life, John had another man's penis in his mouth. And not just any penis either, but a huge black one. Leon pushed it part way into John's mouth holding his head tightly with both hands now, hurting him. John struggled for a few seconds against this ultimate degradation, shaking his head and making the same awful sounds his wife had, but, after realizing there was no escape, he capitulated and slowly began sucking the big cock that filled his mouth to overflowing.

"Mmmmmm, oh yeah bitch, that's the way to do it," Leon groaned. Keeping his tight grip on John's hair, he began to move his hips slowly, moving his big shaft in and out, fucking John's mouth. "Fuck yeah! Not bad for a candy ass, pussy white boy," he grunted. "Yeah, that's it, looks like I got me two bitches now. Damn, man, you suck cock almost as good as you old lady," he laughed derisively. "You sure you ain't never done this before?"

By that time, John had his eyes closed, trying his best to block out everything and everyone, trying to pretend that none of this was happening, that he wasn't on his knees before a black man, sucking his oversized dick. Yet, as he continued using his mouth to pleasure the man, John began to feel an odd change within him; maybe sucking another man's cock wasn't as bad as he would have thought.

Or at least the physical side of it. The mental side, the feelings of humiliation and shame that came with the act were weighing heavily on him and he knew that, when this was finally over, they would be much more difficult to deal with. He tried to clear his head, tried his best to put that part of it completely out of his mind as he stretched his mouth open even further, bobbing his head up and down the thick shaft, stopping frequently to pull back and run his tongue all around the large, sensitive head. Remembering what had happened to Marge, he quickly brought his hand up and wrapped it around the base of Leon's cock to prevent being chocked in case Leon got carried away.

Though it seemed like forever to him, John endured his cocksucking debut for only a few minutes before Leon pulled free. He grabbed John by the hair again, jerking his head back so he was looking straight up. Leon brought his face close to John's once again. "OK, motherfucker, now tell me to fuck your slutty, white trash bitch of a wife."

On the couch, Marge was in wild eyed rapture from watching her sweet husband actually sucking on a cock. "Ooooh, fuck me now Leon, fuck me like a whore," she blurted out suddenly. She had already reached an arm over her fat belly and her right hand was busy between her legs. Both men turned to look at her but she was oblivious, her eyes closed and her fingers making squishy, liquid sounds as she worked them back and forth through the wet, swollen folds of her cunt. Her whole body tingled; she was so over stimulated that she felt almost ready to explode.

Leon turned back to look at John. "Say it asshole, now!" he insisted.

Poor John could only look down at the floor. "F-f-fuck my wife," he mumbled. His voice sounded meek and he felt awful, knowing as soon as he said it that Leon would not be satisfied. He was right.

John never saw it coming. He just felt an explosion of pain, an incredible sting on his cheek that snapped his head as Leon slapped him hard across the face. "I can't hear you," he sing-songed at John. "Mean it when you say it, dick head." It was all John could do to keep from crying, the pain and anxiety he felt were pushing him to the breaking point. And his wife's reaction certainly hadn't helped any. But, once again he felt totally helpless, knowing there was no way out except to co-operate.

John felt like a new recruit responding to a drill sergeant, trying to please him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Fuck my slut wife, please fuck her brains out," he practically shouted. "The fucking little cunt deserves it. She wants it. She wants your black cock. Every inch of it!" The words had no sooner left his lips than he hung his head, feeling like a total heel. How could he say such things about his wife? What had she done to deserve this? Maybe worst of all: was she enjoying what was happening to him?

Leon shoved him aside roughly and knelt on the couch between Marge's parted thighs. He pushed them even further apart, grabbing his cock and bringing it line with her opening. Then, without any warning, he leaned forward and rammed the entire length of his long shaft into her wet pussy in one hard trust.

As John watched, her eyes flew wide open and then rolled back in her head. She let out a loud, guttural, animal-like groan, the likes of which John had never heard before.

"UUNNGGGHHH! Ooohhh my gawd!!" Marge grunted as her vagina was suddenly stretched wide, filled to capacity and beyond. She struggled for a moment, trying to get her breath as Leon pulled back almost all the way, then rammed forward until he was buried deep inside her once again. She panted and moaned as he pounded her with more hard trusts, her back arching sharply off the couch, sending the heavy rolls of fat on her huge body bouncing and rippling every which way.

"Ooooh yes, Ooooh my god yes! YESSS!" she screamed, not caring how she sounded as she clawed at the sofa with her fingernails. "Fuck me! Give me your big cock! All of it damn you! Ooooooh, fuck yeah! I love it, give it to me NOW!" Leon plowed deep into her again and she came hard, much harder than John had ever seen, her fat, flabby body shaking and straining as a violent orgasm ripped through her.

Looking down at her, John was more depressed than aroused. In all their years of making love, Marge had never been able to come from simple penetration; she would always have to rub her clit while he fucked her. Even then, it usually took her quite a while. But now, in less than a minute, she had had a massive orgasm by penetration alone.

And to his dismay, she was still screaming and trashing her head about, the sloppy wet sounds coming from her pussy telling John that she was still more aroused than ever. Her massive breasts were wobbling and jouncing about almost painfully, but she was too busy holding onto the sofa and bucking her wide hips to even notice.

As he continued to pound his cock into her, Leon reached down and began mauling both her soft white belly and her oversized breasts.

"Damn, I love bitches with big, fuckin' titties and big, sloppy fat bellies... Oooh, yeah, baby," he grunted, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of her belly and breast at once. "I just love fuckin' love big, fat, white bitches." He grabbed a nipple with the fingers of each hand and pulled her huge breasts away from her chest, twirling them in small circles. Marge was so aroused that she only groaned more loudly, feeling far more pleasure than pain this time.

John knelt quietly near the couch, still in shock from having just sucked a man's cock, and watched as his wife behaved like a wild, rutting animal, a woman he didn't even recognize. What had become of his sweet, loving wife, he wondered sadly.

Leon noticed him kneeling there and grinned at him. Reaching out, he grabbed John by the hair again and pulled him forward until he was so close he could see his wife’s sopping pink pussy. It was stretched tight, Leon’s enormous black cock was buried to the hilt in it. When Leon slowly pulled it out again, John could only stare, amazed, at Marge's pussy. It looked like a gapping pink cavern.

It had always been big he knew, but now, having taken the entire length of Leon's massive dick, her vagina was grossed distended, stretched out far beyond anything he could've imagined. So far, in fact, that he could actually see a large circle of darkness at its center, where her opening disappeared into her body. Turning his head slightly, John got another shock: his wife had produced such a flood of lubrication that there was a ring of thick, whitish froth all around the thick base of Leon's cock.

Then, as if to further torture the man, Leon slowly began to push his thick penis back in. To John's further humiliation, Marge began to pant and groan again, asking, pleading, then finally begging Leon to slide his entire cock all the way up inside her. As he did so, Marge's moans were loud and unashamed; she appeared to be in another world, her eyes closed and her hips grinding and bumping against Leon's pelvis. She had come once already, but Leon looked like he was just hitting his stride; the constant thrusting of his slim hips soon had Marge on the edge of another orgasm.

"Your old lady's tight little pussy was just made for fucking black cock, no question about it, and the bigger the better. I think this bitch has discovered her inner slut. Ain't that right, John?" Leon laughed cruelly, giving her several sharp in and out jabs with his cock to highlight his point. "Looks that way to me."

Marge arched her back sharply again. "Yes, oh god yes! Don’t stop fucking me, please don't... oh, god, please don't... ever stop fucking me!" she panted, her voice coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath before Leon began pumping her still harder.

John felt crushed and ashamed. His wife was acting like a total slut, yet, despite everything that had happened, his cock was still so stiff it was tenting his jeans badly. Noticing this, Leon couldn't resist rubbing John's face in it one more time. He began to pump Marge's pussy even faster, taking long, deep strokes. John could only watch in revulsion as his wife began making almost inhuman sounds, shrieking and screaming in ecstasy. It took only a few moments of pounding before her body shook and convulsed a second time, this orgasm seemingly stronger than the first.

"Cum inside me Leon... Now! Please NOW! Fill me! Cum deep in me! I wanna feel you cum," Marge pleaded, her voice almost childlike. Thoroughly pissed off, Leon responded by humping her again, more violently this time, giving her the full length of his swollen cock with flesh slapping force.

"Listen, you stupid slut, I call the shots here." Leon was panting heavily now, his muscular upper body bathed in a sheen of sweat as he rammed his cock hard into her pussy. "I’ll come where and when I want, you understand? Just shut your damn whore mouth, spread your legs and take my black cock, show me what a good little bitch slut you can be." She didn't reply. She couldn't have replied had she wanted to; her shaking body was being wracked by a third straight orgasm. Leon seemed hardly to notice.

"Take your clothes off John, time to get naked," Leon ordered as he leaned over Marge's still shuddering body. He didn't even bothering looking at the other man. Thoroughly cowed by now, John didn’t even think of protesting as he quickly started to remove his clothing.

John moved towards the edge of the couch now, standing naked next to his wife and her black lover. As Marge slowly came down from the haze of her third climax, Leon pulled out of her and leaned back. He was momentarily out of breath, his chest still heaving from the exertion. His huge cock was still rigid, however, coated with a heavy layer of Marge's pungent pussy slime.

He looked at them briefly before turning his head away; he couldn't stomach the sight and he knew whatever was coming would not be good. Despite everything he had been through, his small cock was still fully erect, pointing straight ahead, beyond his control.

Leon moped the sweat from his brow and began to laugh. "Man, you can't be serious," he said, looking at John's groin. "How did you ever fuck her with that worthless little pencil dick? Sheeeeeit, this bitch could take two like that easy....probably have room to spare....although I don't know, her pussy was pretty tight. But hell," he smirked, "she wouldn't have any problem takin' yours."

"Now then, I want John to lay on his back on the floor." Leon said, pointing at the floor. He nodded at Marge. "And you, my oversexed, can't get enough black cock slut, I want you to get on top of your hubby, sit right on his face and let him clean out your pussy." He stood back smirking as they both scrambled to comply with his orders. Once John was on the floor, Marge got into a 69 position over him, covering his head completely as she lowered her huge buttocks and soaking wet pussy onto his upturned face.

"You can suck on him if you want, but don’t let him come," Leon directed. John groaned with pent up relief as he felt the warmth of his wives mouth wrap around his aching cock. Marge's thighs were clenched tight around his head, almost cutting off his hearing. For a moment he felt like was suffocating and he had to concentrate to breath as his entire face was enveloped in her sloppy wet pussy flesh. But once she got comfortable he had enough space, though barely, to begin working his tongue around inside of her.

Moments later he saw Leon towering above him, grinning, before dropping to his knees behind Marge's fat ass. Even as he worked his tongue in and out of his wife's wet hole, he suddenly became aware of a strange, new sensation: Leon's heavy ball sack was bumping against his forehead. Marge changed her position slightly now, moving her crotch off his face and up a bit.

She was still so wet and open that it took only two strokes until Leon's cock was buried in her again and she had to stop sucking John's cock so she could begin moaning and panting again.

He watched from inches away, fascinated, as his wife's tight pussy was plowed wide open by Leon's thick cock. John felt a new surge of arousal; he was entranced as he watched his wife's vagina stretched open so tightly from that close, her fat lips being first forced inwards, then pulled back out again. He was also amazed at how quickly Leon cock became coated with a heavy layer of Marge's pussy slime.

"Lick my balls. Now, asshole!" Leon ordered him. It was a simple matter of adjusting his position, tilting his head back a bit, until Leon’s balls were at his mouth. As he felt the soft skin of Leon's heavy scotum dragging across his mouth.

John licked instinctively; he was well past caring about how or why by now, the smell of Leon’s cock and Marge’s pussy in his nostrils had become his only reality. Every few strokes Leon would pull out and let his big cock flop down onto John’s waiting mouth. Without question or protest, he would lick and slobber around the underside of it, cleaning off as much of his wife's pungent secretions as he could before Leon thrust it back into her.

After another few minutes of hard fucking, Leon pulled out of Marge’s pussy. It gapped open so far that her slippery juices quickly seeped out in long strings, which dribbled down into John's open mouth. Marge hadn't been able to suck his cock very well as she was being pounded so hard, but such was his horniness that she still managed to bring him to the brink to orgasm.

Leon's next words filled John with dread. "Tell me John, does your little slut wifey take dick up her ass?" John shuddered, closed his eyes, and slowly shook his head no. He had never really considered anal sex before; he always assumed that Marge would be offended and so he had never bothered to ask her. The way things were going tonight, though, who could tell? It wouldn't matter anyway; he had long ago lost control of anything that might happen and he knew it, though he kept that thought to himself.

Getting no response, Leon tried again. "Well, what about it bitch, you want to feel this big old cock jammed up your ass?" he asked almost casually. "If you thought it felt tight in your pussy...." He didn't finish his thought, didn't have to.

Marge stopped jerking John’s cock and turned her head back over her shoulder. Fear began to grip her and she hesitated a moment, unsure of her response. "N-nnooo thank you,' she said, knowing immediately how ridiculous it sounded. "I-I-I’ve never done that before and don’t think I could do it." She began to whine then, her voice higher. "Please Leon, don't," she begged, "Please... please don't make me...I-I can't do that"

Leon laughed out loud and slapped her right ass cheek with his open hand, hard enough to leave a red handprint against the white flesh. He readjusted his position, taking the bloated knob of his rigid cock and bumping it lightly against her puckered asshole. Marge quickly wriggled forward, wanting desperately to get away, but he slipped his long arm under her large hips and yanked her back. He slapped her left buttock now, this time harder.

"There's a first time for everything, bitch," he said hoarsely. "Now stay still slut, I am gonna fuck me some tight ass whether you want it or not." John watched from below, not daring to move. He wondered what he would do if Leon forced his wife to take it in her ass. A moment later the black man helped him make up his mind.

"You decide John, what's in gonna be? Either I fuck your sorry ass or I fuck your wife’s!" Leon said. "Somebody's going to get it... don't make no difference to me. What do you want to do? It's up to you, John." There was total silence in the room as Leon continued to probe around Marge’s brown anal ring with the head of his cock.

"No please! Please don't! Y-you'll hurt me," Marge pleaded.

Unfortunately for poor Marge, there was no possible way John was going to let Leon fuck his ass. He knew he had to save himself from this final, wretched degradation, even if it meant sacrificing his wife in the process. Fuck her in the ass Leon," he blurted out "she’ll take it alright."

In a near panic now, Marge tried once again to wiggle away but Leon, laughing now, quickly reached out and dragged her back to him again. "Hold still now bitch, or this really will hurt." As John watched from below, Leon coated his cock head with spittle and began to push it harder against her tight ass. For a moment, nothing happened; then her tight anal pucker began to give way as the swollen, purple knob was gradually forced into it. Marge screamed and bucked and struggled, but Leon held her tight, his thick cock now buried an inch or so up her ass.

He leaned forward then, ever so slowly inched his monster black cock up her lily white ass. "Ooooh God! Oooooh please! NOOO!" she cried, but Leon was relentless now, forcing his cock up her tight back passage until almost half of it was buried inside her. He stop paused a few moments, letting both of them catch their breaths. But it was a short reprieve. Keeping an iron grip on her hefty hips, he began to move foreword once again, grunting and straining with the effort.

"Yeah, oh, yeah! Damn, that feels good. Oooooh, fuck, yeah," he moaned. Marge's virgin ass felt like a hot vice around his sensitive cock. "Fuck yeah, baby, you feel that big cock in your hot little ass? I know you feel every fucking inch, don't you, you filthy slut whore." Marge could feel it, indeed. She was in such pain that she dug her nails deeply into John's legs, but he was so fascinated by the sight of Leon's thick black pole disappearing into her tiny anal opening that he took no notice.

So great was the pressure in her ass that her pussy gapped open even more, and without thinking John pushed his tongue inside it, strained to get as much of her delicious pussy fluid as he could manage. Then, he quickly moved his tongue up and began to lap at her clit, hoping the pleasure he produced for her would offset some of the terrible pain she was feeling.

He could feel Leon's heavy, egg-sized testicles bumping against his forehead and face as he continued to lick his wife's slit. Above him, Marge was panting like a dog and whimpering crazily against the pain, but Leon ignored her and kept thrusting, plunging deeper and deeper until finally he hit bottom.

She let out a loud scream when Leon suddenly pulled his cock halfway out, then slowly forced it back in again. It slide in just a bit easier the second time and soon Leon had impaled her again. Marge dropped her head onto John’s legs and started pounding the floor with her fists. Although she continued to mumble and moan, John couldn’t make out what she was saying, he just kept watching what was happing above him. As Leon pulled back a third time, John noticed that Leon's cock was glistening; it had become covered with a heavy mixture of ass and pussy slime.

After four or five back and forth thrusts, Leon started fucking her ass in earnest. Pulling his cock out and sliding it in was becoming much easier now. "You like that cunt.....you like having your ass fucked," he panted. "Look at that black cock in your wife’s butthole, John, she fucking loves it."

To his amazement, John could see she was now actually pushing back to meet Leon’s trusts, throwing her head back and panting so hard she could hardly catch her breath. "Ooooooooh my gggodddd... Oooooooh... uunngghhh... oh, shit, it's big, John, so damn big in me... keep licking me honey... yeah... just like that... oh, yes... right there... it's so good."

Leon burst out laughing and started slamming her harder, slapping her so hard that he left more red handprints all over her enormous white ass cheeks. "Fucked in the ass by a big black cock! You wife is a fucking degenerate slut, you know that John?" he taunted. "A white trash pig of a whore, a worthless piece of fuckmeat."

He, too, was starting to pant from the exertion. "You better keep a damn close eye on this bitch after tonight, John, you never know what the hell she might try to do after this. Your big, fat cunt of a wife might start runnin' around on your sorry ass... maybe looking for other black guys... she might even bring 'em home and fuck 'em right here under your nose... you can sit in the chair and jerk off as you watch it, since you sure ain't man enough to do anything to stop it."

Between Leon's savage thrusting and John's gentle clit licking, Marge felt another orgasm rapidly approaching. She ramming her massive hips back hard at Leon and mashed her dripping wet pussy on John's face, rubbing it back and forth in a frenzy. "Ooooh fuck my ass, Leon, slap it hard baby......fuck it harder.....please," she said hoarsely, twisting her head from side to side. She lifted the top of her body up from the floor so John could feel her huge tits swaying and banging against his legs and cock.

"Oooohhh, ooohh, ooohh my god, oh my god yes! Your cock feels so big! So good inside my little ass. My tight little ass." As the leading edge of another intense orgasm began to wash over her, she suddenly began to babble, losing her last shred of control and dignity. "Can you see it John? Can you see it in me, see it going in and out, baby? I'm a good fuck, aren't I John? Aren't I Johnny? Your wife, your baby, is a good little fuck. An oversexed whoring slut, a bad little girl, just like Leon says." She continued to rant almost incoherently as the full force of her orgasm overwhelmed her.

Indeed, John could see it all, and taste and smell and hear it too, as Leon’s cock was only inches from his mouth, a blur of motion as it was pile driven deeply into his wife’s willing ass. When Marge finally finished her long, drawn-out climax, Leon pulled his big cock out and John could see his wife's abused anus, gaping open so wide he could see the pink insides, much the same way he had seen her pussy earlier.

Looking up from his position on the floor, John grimaced because he feared what might be coming next. Worst yet, he knew there that there would be no escaping it. Unfortunately for John, he didn't have to wait long to find out.

Once again, Leon reached down and pinched John's nostrils shut. Realizing that protest was completely futile, he opened his mouth even before he needed to, far enough so that Leon could quickly force in about four or five inches of his filthy, foul tasting meat. John used every bit of his will power and self control to keep from vomiting as he worked his tongue around the swollen cock head, the part that had been driven deepest into his wife's bowels.

Leon leaned forward, resting his sweaty chest against Marge's back for a moment while John kept sucking the black man's vile tasting dick. "Hey baby, your candyass, fag husband is sucking your shit off my cock, you wanna see?" He said it softly, but still loud enough for John to hear.

To John's utter horror and humiliation, Marge happily said yes. She began to giggle as she climbed off her husband and turned around to look at him. She moved even closer then, watching in rapt attention as Leon force several more inches of his thick cock down John's already filled throat; so much more in fact that he began to choke and gag.

"Candy-ass white faggot wimp, "Leon snarled. He looked at Marge as John gagged again. "You better give this asshole some lessons in cocksucking, bitch, he's about worthless the way he is now. Fuck it, I’m gonna come in his fucking mouth, that's about all it's good for." His cock made a wet, popping sound as he pulled it from John's mouth. He grabbed John by the hair, yanking and pulling until he was kneeling on the floor directly in front of him.

Seeing what was going to happen and not wanting to be left out, Marge straightened up and walked on her knees until she was next to her husband. She pressed her cheek closely against his, then slipped an arm around his waist, pulling him as close to her as possible.

Leon liked the idea and he switched back and forth, holding his turgid cock by its base and stuffing the bulbous cock head first into John's mouth, then into Marge's. As the saliva mixed with the other secretions on his cock it formed a slippery, rank smelling goo that Leon took delight in rubbing all over both of their faces.

"OK kiddies, keep those mouths open wide," he finally rasped. Then he took a step back and stroked his huge cock harder. Spreading his legs a bit, he brought the bloated head of his cock close to John's face. The powerful muscles in his thighs and abdomen began to tense up and he stroked his cock more slowly, almost stopping, until finally he could stand it no more and began to come, his cock erupting like a fire hose. The torrents were so thick and came out with such incredible force that for a moment it looked like he was pissing semen instead of ejaculating it.

The first blast caught John square in the face, half of it going into his mouth, the other half splattering over his nose, eyes and forehead. He quickly grabbed Marge by the hair, bending her head forward as he let go with another heavy shot, getting some in her mouth as well before landing the rest all over her pudgy face. He continued this way, alternating from one face to the other until his massive balls were at last drained.

Marge and John had both borne the brunt of Leon's long delayed ejaculation. By the time he finished, each of their faces was covered with a coating of warm, creamy semen. Leon looked down at them with a satisfied smile. His aim had been good; he had sprayed his seed everywhere: into their mouths, up their noses, onto their hair and into their eyes, causing then to burn badly from the salt.

"Alright, John, you may kiss the bride," he joked, unable to keep from laughing as he surveyed his handiwork. "And I don't mean a fuckin' peck on the cheek, either." John felt so degraded and disgusted that he made no move, just knelt there as several sticky strings of semen dripped from his chin and landed on his thighs.

Sensing Leon's impatience and what it might lead to, Marge turned to her husband, took his face in her hands and laid a sloppy French kiss on his goo coated lips. She sighed as she continued her kiss, making loud, slobbering sounds as she ran her long, pointed tongue around his lips and into his mouth. Though he was near to gagging from the taste and smell of Leon's ejaculate, John managed to kiss her back, passing a stringy glob of the sticky liquid into her waiting mouth.

To be continued...