Countdown Cocks

COUNTDOWN COCKS By Bhuralund@gmail.com On the eve of 2009, wife and I planned to rent some porno movies for a movie marathon to usher in the new year on a horny note. We started fresh at 3pm and soon I was dripping like a leaky faucet and my wife?s hairy snatch was working overtime with all the puss-cream. In short we were getting randier and randier with each finished DVD?although we had promised to edge off (well I had since I can only about come once a day) by 5pm I had held my writhing wife in a few mega orgasms with my expert tongue and fingers. She was all primed for a cock in her pulsating hot and totally wet pussy. I thought it still too early to fuck her cunt?and just then the phone rang. It was Bonga, my gym instructor. We are great pals and although I am nowhere near him in bulging biceps and tree-trunk thighs, he has been a great help in getting me in shape at the gym. ?H?ya doin honk-tonk (yeah, that?s what he insists on calling me); wanna join me and my buddies for a night out? We are heading to Hooters Party.? I turned to my wife, who was squelching her fingers in her sloshy pussy to a scene of black pizza delivery man with a horsecock pounding a petite wife?s tight pussy as payment for his delivery. Hon, Are you in mood to go drinking? My voice sort of got drowned in her chilling, earth shattering groan of another self-inflicted orgasm. I had to give her a few moments to calm down while Bonga kept shouting in my ears, ?dude, what?s all that noise?? Anyway wife, too bored of stabbing her tender pussy with her fingers agreed to go for some more drinking. So we called a taxi and hit the town. The disco was packed as we had expected and we had trouble finding Bonga. Anyway one guy gave up his seat for my wife and we parked ourselves at the bar counter. We were nursing our second marguerita when Bonga showed up. My wife knows Bonga and the moment he said his hellos in his slurred drunken voice, the DJ played ?my hump? and Bonga dragged my wife to the dance floor, leaving me staring at the bar stool my wife was seating at ? I was shocked to see a sort of puddle right where my wife?s pussy must have been. The bitch was in heat and either she had forgotten to wear underwear or was soaking through them. I laughed to myself. Before I could wipe her cuntsnot off, a black man casually put his hand on the seat and realizing that it was wet, pulled it to his nose and sniffed, he grinned displaying shiny white teeth, ?Hmmm smells like pussy.? Then he looked at me. ?Hey dude, that?s me?hope you haven?t forgotten? I am Bonga?s older brother?we met at the gym the other day.? Oh hell, the booze?I remembered how I had stared at Zinga?s think uncut cock in the gym locker room till he waved that mammoth piece of meat in my face to break my reverie. ?Who the fuck was sitting here?she?s probably dripping fuck juice all over the place,? Zinga slurred and sniffed my wife?s pussy juice once again, ?What would I give to get my black cock in that wet pussy?? I dare not confess but my overworked cock released some more precum in my underwear at hearing that. My wife and I have been monogamous since we got married. We love each other too much to think of straying sexually but my perverted mind has always been interested in spicing HER sex life a bit. And now without me saying a word a powerful black man was telling me without realizing that he was going to do what I wanted done anyway?fuck, another small string of precum escaped my cock. Just then Bonga and my wife returned, all sweaty from the energetic dance and thirsty. As they gulped down their drinks, Zinga stared at my wife and looked her up and down like she was a piece of prime beed steak. Then, ?Uptown Girl? started and this time Zinga, the older of the two black brothers, asked my wife (he still didn?t know she was my wife) for a dance. She was too drunk to notice who she was dancing with and let him drag her to the crowded dance floor. While they were gone, Bonga and I chatted. Zinga and my wife returned after a few songs, looking disheveled and sweaty but my wife looked all flustered and plastered. Zinga went to the toilet and my wife without even realizing what she was doing, parked her ample ass straight in Bonga?s big black lap. I pretended to not notice and saw Bonga?s big black hands, sqeeze her buns. But as my wife straightened up to sip another drink, Bonga must have felt the wetness from her cunt on his jeans. When he mouthed the words, ?holy shit? I knew he has dipped his hand in my wife?s cunt honey. As my wife slumped back in his lap, one of his big black hand was in place, I think it was right under my wife?s wet pantyless pussy. My wife ? if she felt anything ? didn?t react at all and I noticed Bonga?s hand never came up. Her head was still resting on my chest and I could feel the slightest of vibrations as Bonga slowly fingered her moist cunt. She squirmed and wiggled a bit but that must have been when he accidently hit her g-spot. He was kind of freely fingering her pussy when Zinga returned. I had to hit the loo badly and I asked Zinga to take over my place while I was gone. What could they do, I thought and rushed to the relieve my bladder. Inside the toilet the man next to me on the urinal was sporting a massive erection and honestly I don?t have it in me to not look at an uncut black cock so I stared at it till he waved it hard enough for some of his piss droplets to splash on my face. Then he grinned and pushed me towards the stalls. Once inside, he pushed me down on my knees on the piss covered dirty floor and slapped my face with his thick fat and long black cock letting his gooey precum slash all over my face and jacket. ?Suck ma? cock sissy boy,? he said and stuffed his uncut cockhead in my half parted mouth. Now I have sucked a few cocks in my life (my definition of monogamy is to not have sex with women other than my wife but it doesn?t mean I can?t suck cocks) and the smell of a stale uncut cock makes me go mad with desire and this bloody monster of a cock had not seen a shower for a few days so I had to work extra hard to clean it up. Stalls in this toilet had no doors and everyone passing by could see me sucking cock on the dirty floor; a few even stopped by my black cock-owner?s side and forced their cock down my throat till they lost their nut in my mouth. So in total I sucked about five cocks and by that time I looked like a mess. I hurried out and to my relief found Bonga, Zinga and my wife in the same position. Wait a minute, wasn?t Bonga on the other side. But then never mind. As I settled down leaning on the bar counter, I felt Zinga move ever so slightly and then he moved again. Then I realized that every time he moved my wife moved too. He, like his brother, had probably jammed his big black fingers in my wife?s wet cunt and was fingering her. Then I saw that Bonga had unbuttoned my wife?s blouse and was mauling her big boobs with his big black hands. As he saw me watching him, he smiled, ?thanks mate for sharing?.she?s hot?it was difficult for me to get my cock in her at first but slowly I managed? she is so fucking tight.? I was delighted that the black men had not failed me. Only I wished she was more active and awake to feel Zinga?s mammoth cock in her right now. Zinga pulled her up from her waist and let her drop on his cock, and as she slid back on his one foot cock, her pussy squelched some more from Bonga?s cockcream. It was nearing midnight and as the countdown began, Zinga blasted his massive load of black seed straight in my wife?s pussy right when the clock chimed midnight. Bonga and Zinga then left my wife alone with me and went to another club. Within 30 minutes the club was almost empty as the crowds went on to other parties. This club closes at 1am and by then it was just me, my wife, three black barmen, seven black and Asian waiters and a big black Nigerian bouncer. As they realized that I was in no condition to move, one by one, they helped themselves to my wife?s battered cunt and deposited their loads in her unprotected cunt. And then they threw both of us out of the club. I still can?t remember how we returned home that night but my wife and I were sick for a few days. And then about eight weeks later, my wife was jubilant that she was pregnant after so many years of marriage. I of course was not so jubilant because I had now the daunting task of finding out who the real father was from among 13 men who had fucked my wife that night. Plus the realization of what she would say when we would be proud parents of a black baby after nine months! The end. 12648 1.60/512345