My first BBC
Then just a couple days after finding my husband's strange porn, I overheard this conversation from two students at the high school where I teach. I had walked outside for some fresh air and so the girls didn't see me as they chatted.
It was between the relatively sweet Angel and her friend Cassie.
"I'm serious, he is ten inches at least," Angel said emphatically.
"No way," Cassie responded.
"Why would I lie?" Angel asked.
"It's just that ten inches is unfathomable," Cassie said, her tone one of amazement.
I instantly wondered who they were talking about... ten inches was more than double my husband.
"I thought the same thing until I sucked it," Angel said. I couldn't imagine her sucking cock... but obviously she had. But whose?
"You slut," Cassie teased.
"For Kaleem I am," Angel responded. "When he fucked me last week in the girl's bathroom during half time, I almost passed out."
I gasped. Kaleem was a black student, and also an employee at my husband's coffee shop and the son of my Joe's best friend and military buddy.
Both girls turned around at my gasp as I stood there paralyzed in shock, my cheeks going red.
Angel stammered, "M-M-Mrs. Appleton!"
I smiled, trying to be casual, as I said, "Angel, there is a lot more to you than meets the eye." I then walked away, as I suddenly had a fire between my legs, plus I was hoping to make her feel less stressed about my hearing what I'd heard.
I, meanwhile, headed straight to the teacher's staffroom bathroom, where I closed the door, happy they were all single enclosed stalls, hiked up my skirt and began fingering myself as I imagined the sex scene between the two of them.
I imagined Angel in my favourite position, on all fours:
I also imagined her in my second favourite position... riding... although, truth be told, I never really got close to coming because Joe's cock is so small.
And as I came, rather quickly, I imagined his huge cock (fuck, ten inches... WOW) exploding all over her cute face.
I sat on the toilet and recovered... wondering how those two had even ended up together... socially they were in completely different circles.
I shook my head and after washing up, returned to class to teach, knowing Angel would be in my next class and likely embarrassed.
All during class, Angel couldn't look me in the eye. At the end of class, I asked, wanting to learn more and also to let her feel okay about herself, "Angel, please come see me for a minute."
"Yes, ma'am," she said, looking at me for the first time.
I had a prep next period, so I had time to talk to her. She came to my desk looking so nervous, I started with, "Angel, it's okay."
"I can't believe you heard that," Angel said, tears instantly streaming down from her eyes. "You must think I'm some cheap slut."
I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "Angel, I don't judge people based on such superficial things. But I am concerned about your doing it at school."
"It was after school," she justified herself sheepishly.
"Still, it's very risky," I pointed out.
"I know," she nodded, "but I can't say no to him."
"If he's ten inches I can see why," I said, before I even realizied I was going to say it.
This seemed to finally relax Angel, even though I shouldn't have said that. She said, looking up at me finally, "It's majestic."
"I imagine," I chuckled, trying to imagine what ten inches of black cock would look like.
Suddenly seeing me as a confidante instead of an accuser she said, "I have a picture," pulling out her phone.
"You don't!" I gasped. Inexcusably, I instantly wanted to see that photo.
"Do you want to see, Mrs. Appleton?" she asked, flipping through her photos.
"I shouldn't," I said, even though my tone implied I was curious.
Before I could think of any of the reasons I shouldn't, she had shoved the phone in my face.
I gasped again.
I was not only staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen, the photo also included Angel with her face coated in cum and her hand stroking this black cock. Interestingly, other than showing a massive, black, erect cock, there was no evidence it was Kaleem's.
I was completely mesmerised.
The cock was indeed majestic, and fucking huge.
No way could I fathom little Angel taking that cock inside her.
Yet, obviously she had.
"Amazing, hey?" Angel said.
"You're right, it's definitely majestic," I said, still in a trance. Realizing I was looking at an eighteen year old's cock, and a student's, and the son of one of my husband's best friends, I shook my head and added, tearing my gaze away from this cock perfecton, "Um, you should likely get to class."
She pulled her phone away and said, "Sorry, again."
"It's okay," I reassured. "Just try to avoid doing it at school."
She surprised me one more time as she said, as she left, "I'll try, but he's impossible to say no to."
Then she was gone.
I was horny again, but resisted the temptation to have multiple orgasms at school.
Instead, that night and every night up until today, I imagined Kaleem's ten inch cock.
I imagined just stroking and staring at such a majestic member.
I imagined trying to take ten inches down my throat, I mean that would be more than double I'd ever had before:
And I imagined taking his cock in my pussy... on my desk....
As the week went along, and I watched more BBC porn, my fantasies became rougher and he became more dominant, although so different from the well-spoken boy I knew in real life:
Bent over my desk and fucked hard:
And taking a full load all over my body:
Which leads me to Valentine's Day and the revelation.
Feeling guilty for a couple weeks of black cock obsession, and hoping to make sure my husband was still turned on by me, I decided to surprise him at work.
He closed at six, but wouldn't be home until eight as he had to do all the closing things. I was supposed to meet him at 8 o'clock at Walton's Steak House for a late dinner. So I decided I would surprise him with a booty call.
I went shopping, found a cute Maid's outfit (we love to role play), wore it under a trenchcoat and went to the café.
I showed up at 6:30, knowing the last employee was always gone by then, Joe always the last to leave, and used my key to get inside.
I walked toward the back office, where I assumed he would be.
As I got closer, I froze, Joe was moaning and begging, "Yes, fuck me harder."
What?
He's cheating on me?
Instantly, rage coursed through me.
Yet I somehow controlled my anger and slowly walked over to the sounds, tiptoeing in my heels. Just as I was reaching the door, I heard another voice, a deep male voice, one that shocked me to my core, ordering, "Beg for my cock, slut."
That was undoubtably Kaleem's voice.
Was Kaleem fucking Joe?
That seemed like a silly question and redundant once my husband responded.
"Oh please, fuck my cunt with your big black dick," Joe begged, sounding like a bitch in heat.
His cunt?
I peeked around the corner, having to match a visual to the sounds, and witnessed the most stunning thing I had ever seen.
Besides the reality my husband was on all fours and the eighteen year old son of his best friend was behind him fucking him hard.
Weirder, Joe was wearing a blonde wig, lipstick and pink thigh high stockings.
Apparently my husband was a sissy.
"You're going to have a load in that tight cunt of yours when you're out with your wife, Jolene," Kaleem said, as he kept fucking him... or was it her?
"You own my cunt," Joe, or Jolene responded.
Kaleem looked up and saw me staring. I should have moved away or said something, but I was too shell shocked to move.
My husband was getting ass fucked.
My husband was whimpering like a bitch in heat.
Insofar as he was dressed at all, my husband was dressed as a girl. Makeup, wig, and all.
My husband was a sissy.
Kaleem winked at me and asked, "What would you do if your wife walked in right now?"
"Give her to you so she can be fucked by a real man with a real cock," my husband declared, shocking me to the core.
I gasped... again... I was doing that a lot lately.
Luckily, Joe/Jolene was getting fucked so hard he didn't hear me.
"You want me to fuck your wife?" Kaleem asked, grinning up at me as he really slammed nto my husband. He obviously figured if I were going to blow my top I would have done so already, so we were automatically co-conspirators.
"Yes, fuck, don't stop," Joe moaned. "She deserves a real cock."
"Do you want a real cock, Mrs. Appleton?" Kaleem asked, stopping deep inside Joe and looking directly at me
It was between the relatively sweet Angel and her friend Cassie.
"I'm serious, he is ten inches at least," Angel said emphatically.
"No way," Cassie responded.
"Why would I lie?" Angel asked.
"It's just that ten inches is unfathomable," Cassie said, her tone one of amazement.
I instantly wondered who they were talking about... ten inches was more than double my husband.
"I thought the same thing until I sucked it," Angel said. I couldn't imagine her sucking cock... but obviously she had. But whose?
"You slut," Cassie teased.
"For Kaleem I am," Angel responded. "When he fucked me last week in the girl's bathroom during half time, I almost passed out."
I gasped. Kaleem was a black student, and also an employee at my husband's coffee shop and the son of my Joe's best friend and military buddy.
Both girls turned around at my gasp as I stood there paralyzed in shock, my cheeks going red.
Angel stammered, "M-M-Mrs. Appleton!"
I smiled, trying to be casual, as I said, "Angel, there is a lot more to you than meets the eye." I then walked away, as I suddenly had a fire between my legs, plus I was hoping to make her feel less stressed about my hearing what I'd heard.
I, meanwhile, headed straight to the teacher's staffroom bathroom, where I closed the door, happy they were all single enclosed stalls, hiked up my skirt and began fingering myself as I imagined the sex scene between the two of them.
I imagined Angel in my favourite position, on all fours:
I also imagined her in my second favourite position... riding... although, truth be told, I never really got close to coming because Joe's cock is so small.
And as I came, rather quickly, I imagined his huge cock (fuck, ten inches... WOW) exploding all over her cute face.
I sat on the toilet and recovered... wondering how those two had even ended up together... socially they were in completely different circles.
I shook my head and after washing up, returned to class to teach, knowing Angel would be in my next class and likely embarrassed.
All during class, Angel couldn't look me in the eye. At the end of class, I asked, wanting to learn more and also to let her feel okay about herself, "Angel, please come see me for a minute."
"Yes, ma'am," she said, looking at me for the first time.
I had a prep next period, so I had time to talk to her. She came to my desk looking so nervous, I started with, "Angel, it's okay."
"I can't believe you heard that," Angel said, tears instantly streaming down from her eyes. "You must think I'm some cheap slut."
I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "Angel, I don't judge people based on such superficial things. But I am concerned about your doing it at school."
"It was after school," she justified herself sheepishly.
"Still, it's very risky," I pointed out.
"I know," she nodded, "but I can't say no to him."
"If he's ten inches I can see why," I said, before I even realizied I was going to say it.
This seemed to finally relax Angel, even though I shouldn't have said that. She said, looking up at me finally, "It's majestic."
"I imagine," I chuckled, trying to imagine what ten inches of black cock would look like.
Suddenly seeing me as a confidante instead of an accuser she said, "I have a picture," pulling out her phone.
"You don't!" I gasped. Inexcusably, I instantly wanted to see that photo.
"Do you want to see, Mrs. Appleton?" she asked, flipping through her photos.
"I shouldn't," I said, even though my tone implied I was curious.
Before I could think of any of the reasons I shouldn't, she had shoved the phone in my face.
I gasped again.
I was not only staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen, the photo also included Angel with her face coated in cum and her hand stroking this black cock. Interestingly, other than showing a massive, black, erect cock, there was no evidence it was Kaleem's.
I was completely mesmerised.
The cock was indeed majestic, and fucking huge.
No way could I fathom little Angel taking that cock inside her.
Yet, obviously she had.
"Amazing, hey?" Angel said.
"You're right, it's definitely majestic," I said, still in a trance. Realizing I was looking at an eighteen year old's cock, and a student's, and the son of one of my husband's best friends, I shook my head and added, tearing my gaze away from this cock perfecton, "Um, you should likely get to class."
She pulled her phone away and said, "Sorry, again."
"It's okay," I reassured. "Just try to avoid doing it at school."
She surprised me one more time as she said, as she left, "I'll try, but he's impossible to say no to."
Then she was gone.
I was horny again, but resisted the temptation to have multiple orgasms at school.
Instead, that night and every night up until today, I imagined Kaleem's ten inch cock.
I imagined just stroking and staring at such a majestic member.
I imagined trying to take ten inches down my throat, I mean that would be more than double I'd ever had before:
And I imagined taking his cock in my pussy... on my desk....
As the week went along, and I watched more BBC porn, my fantasies became rougher and he became more dominant, although so different from the well-spoken boy I knew in real life:
Bent over my desk and fucked hard:
And taking a full load all over my body:
Which leads me to Valentine's Day and the revelation.
Feeling guilty for a couple weeks of black cock obsession, and hoping to make sure my husband was still turned on by me, I decided to surprise him at work.
He closed at six, but wouldn't be home until eight as he had to do all the closing things. I was supposed to meet him at 8 o'clock at Walton's Steak House for a late dinner. So I decided I would surprise him with a booty call.
I went shopping, found a cute Maid's outfit (we love to role play), wore it under a trenchcoat and went to the café.
I showed up at 6:30, knowing the last employee was always gone by then, Joe always the last to leave, and used my key to get inside.
I walked toward the back office, where I assumed he would be.
As I got closer, I froze, Joe was moaning and begging, "Yes, fuck me harder."
What?
He's cheating on me?
Instantly, rage coursed through me.
Yet I somehow controlled my anger and slowly walked over to the sounds, tiptoeing in my heels. Just as I was reaching the door, I heard another voice, a deep male voice, one that shocked me to my core, ordering, "Beg for my cock, slut."
That was undoubtably Kaleem's voice.
Was Kaleem fucking Joe?
That seemed like a silly question and redundant once my husband responded.
"Oh please, fuck my cunt with your big black dick," Joe begged, sounding like a bitch in heat.
His cunt?
I peeked around the corner, having to match a visual to the sounds, and witnessed the most stunning thing I had ever seen.
Besides the reality my husband was on all fours and the eighteen year old son of his best friend was behind him fucking him hard.
Weirder, Joe was wearing a blonde wig, lipstick and pink thigh high stockings.
Apparently my husband was a sissy.
"You're going to have a load in that tight cunt of yours when you're out with your wife, Jolene," Kaleem said, as he kept fucking him... or was it her?
"You own my cunt," Joe, or Jolene responded.
Kaleem looked up and saw me staring. I should have moved away or said something, but I was too shell shocked to move.
My husband was getting ass fucked.
My husband was whimpering like a bitch in heat.
Insofar as he was dressed at all, my husband was dressed as a girl. Makeup, wig, and all.
My husband was a sissy.
Kaleem winked at me and asked, "What would you do if your wife walked in right now?"
"Give her to you so she can be fucked by a real man with a real cock," my husband declared, shocking me to the core.
I gasped... again... I was doing that a lot lately.
Luckily, Joe/Jolene was getting fucked so hard he didn't hear me.
"You want me to fuck your wife?" Kaleem asked, grinning up at me as he really slammed nto my husband. He obviously figured if I were going to blow my top I would have done so already, so we were automatically co-conspirators.
"Yes, fuck, don't stop," Joe moaned. "She deserves a real cock."
"Do you want a real cock, Mrs. Appleton?" Kaleem asked, stopping deep inside Joe and looking directly at me
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