Making A Cuckold Of My Exs Husband Ch 03

So I was sprawled on my back across the bed, legs hanging over the edge and resting across Joel's shoulders, watching Tammy slide herself up and down on my cock, and I found myself thinking damn, it's been a year already, hasn't it? As I watched Tammy's pussy stretching to receive my piece with each downward thrust, I thought about the passage of time, the life I'd made here, and the way her cunt gripped tight around in pulsing waves me every time she came. I suppose I hadn't done bad for myself. I idly reached up and stroked her soft and slightly swollen belly, already housing her third mixed race child. It was possibly my kid but honestly it could have been anybody's considering how many cocks she'd had in that hole of hers. My touch seemed to spur her on further, her pace increasing, her breasts, heavy with milk, bouncing against her chest as she panted and moaned. She was somehow even more voracious when she was pregnant, as if the thought of being knocked up with my kid lit a fire inside her that kept her cunt constantly dripping wet and ready to be filled.

"Don't you slow down now, Juice," I chided Joel.

"Yes, Daddy," he answered, his reply muffled between my thighs, his face pressed against me as his tongue serviced my asshole. I was a little disappointed that he'd stopped responding to the nickname with the same kind of amusing frustrated indignance that he used to, but I guess it just meant he'd gotten more acclimated to his inferior position as my little bitch boy.

Tammy giggled in between her moans, her hands dropping down between her legs, her fingers working the nub of her clit and pushing the flesh of her mound against my cock each time she slid herself down onto it. It was almost too much for me -- despite having popped out a couple kids her hole was still gloriously tight and it didn't exactly need the extra help. I guess my regularly exercising the area in question had done the trick. It was a good thing for her that it had too, or else I would have left the bitch ages ago and gone back home no matter how cock hungry the slut was.

"Do you think after this I can, um, get another hit?" Joel asks, voice tentative and shaky.

Tammy answers for me by laughing loudly. She takes a glass of wine from the nightstand, continuing to gyrate her hips as she does, and pours the contents over Joel's head. It spills down over him, mingling on his tongue with the juices that had slid down my taint after I'd pushed them out of Tammy's pussy.

You see, Tammy and I had gotten Joel addicted to crack. Just for a bit of fun, really. Sure, it cost a bit of money to keep him supplied but we had plenty of cash and it had proved to be a good incentive. Not that he really needed any. Not when we could send a flash drive of videos of Joel getting gang banged by black men to his racist boss and coworkers. Not when we'd already drugged him and forced him to sign paperwork relinquishing all of his assets in the case of a divorce. But, you know, on the off chance that poor sad spineless Joel ever decided he would rather be homeless and penniless than getting injected with loads of cum and taking care of his wife's lover's kids, well, there was the crack.

I could feel the top of my head pushing hard against the walls of Tammy's cervix as she tried to take in as much of my cock as possible. Despite the fact that a year ago she could barely fit half of it in she was insistent on trying for more, desperate to stretch out her insides until she could accommodate every last inch. Let me be straight here, the last time she'd gotten knocked up I'd suggested to her that maybe it wasn't the best idea to try to force my cock up there like some uninvited roommate. The dumb bitch just refused to listen. Well, the kid turned out fine in any case, so why not let her have her fun? Not my problem if she ends up so janked up that massive cocks are the only thing that can get her off anymore.

As helpful as ever, I grabbed on tight to her hips and pulled her down onto mine forcefully, my cock pushing hard against the walls of her insides. She cried out, shuddering from the feel, and I took that as my cue to pick things up, squeezing my thighs tight around Joel's face to brace myself, and I began bucking my hips, ramming my cock hard into her quivering hole. Each thrust elicited a gasp from her lips and soon her whole body was trembling, her legs shaking, barely holding her upright. I continued to thrust into her even as I came, pumping my hot load deep inside her, even as her pussy gripped tight around me as if it was trying to keep me in.

"A shame I can't get you double knocked up," I say with a chuckle. Tammy actually looked disappointed before her eyes fell down to her swollen belly and she smiled softly, running her hand over its smoothness.

I pull away from Joel, pushing him back with the heel of my foot against his face. "You, up on the bed. Maybe I'll give you a hit when we finish up today's training."

Joel immediately perked up at the mention of possibly getting a fix. He climbed onto the bed, pushing his face into the mattress while raising his hips up and offering me his ass.

"I'm not done yet," snarled Tammy as soon as he had, smacking him sharply across the head. "Flip over."

Joel did so dutifully, rolling over into a position similar to the one I had just been in, ass parked at the edge of the bed. Tammy promptly swung her legs on either side of his face and sat herself on top of him, grinding her pussy into him, letting her juices and my still hot cum spill out of her, filling his mouth and coating his features with their slickness. He began lapping at her hole eagerly.

As for myself, I parted and raised Joel's legs, giving me access to his admittedly less attractive hole. At least it was freshly waxed. I pull out the large butt plug currently occupying that space with a soft pop, spilling lube out over his thighs, leaving his asshole open and dripping. I'd been having him keep it in there any time it wasn't actively being used, day and night, so it was ready to go whenever I wanted it. You see, I found out that after Tammy popped out a kid the last time I wasn't able to fuck her until everything had gotten healed up properly. It had been a huge hassle to arrange to bring girls over when I was craving more than a blow job at odd hours of the night, and while Joel had been on hand and readily available I wasn't exactly keen to be shoving my cock into his unprepped asshole every time I wanted to get off. My solution had been to start training Joel to take a hard cock whenever and wherever from anyone that wanted it, 24/7. You know, turning him into a free use cum dump just like his broodmare of a wife.

I teased his ass as I worked my cock with my hands, bringing it back to attention. I could see that Joel's own little shrimp dick was already growing hard and twitching against his stomach -- as much as it ever got hard, anyway. The thing was barely as long as my finger. Not that he was expecting to get off from this or anything -- he legitimately couldn't anymore, other than the random dry orgasm here or there. The medication that Tammy and I kept him on made certain of that. The only sexual pleasure he experienced anymore was his prostate being squeezed against whatever cock he was getting railed by. He wasn't even allowed to touch himself anymore -- Tammy's orders. She wouldn't let him get high if she found he'd been jacking off. She didn't actually have a reason for it, she just loved making him miserable. Then again, I can't say I didn't get a kick out of it too.

"Beg for me to fuck you, Juice," I ordered him. Joel hesitated, feeling some vague whisper of pride I guess, so I promptly took my finger and flicked him in the nuts. He recoiled from the pain, whimpering sharply, prompting Tammy to grind down on him harder, forcing him back down onto the bed with the weight of her body channeled through her cunt.

"Please fuck me, Daddy. I want to take a huge load from your black cock right in my pussy," he begged, his voice a bit hard to make out from under Tammy's grinding. Joel opened his legs for me again, trembling. Just like the little bitch he was. I mostly had eyes on Tammy's glorious tits though. She was halfway between laughing and moaning, gyrating her hips as Joel ran his tongue over and into her. It was funny in a way, Joel getting her off now in a way he never had been able to in their previous years of marriage.

"Yeah, you like that you little bitch?" she asked, laughing as she shoved herself onto him, "Lapping a real man's cum out of your wife's pussy? You love getting fucked by huge black cocks, don't you? Look how turned on you are." She kept this up for a bit, degrading him and calling him names, sneering and derisive, spitting on him and pinching him, twisting his nipples. She even threatened to pee in his mouth, but I glared at her to make sure she wouldn't because we were, you know, still on the bed. Stupid bitch.

I'd worked myself hard by that point, so without bothering to give a heads up I shoved it full inside Joel in one motion, my hips pressing flat to his. He jolted and released a very unmanly noise, forcing me to grab him to keep him from pulling back. Tammy laughed, shuddering at the feeling of him squirming between her legs like a rodeo bull. Not that the comparison went any further -- we all knew who the bull in the room was, namely the man thrusting his cock in and out of a pathetic racist's ass.

I couldn't help but notice the look of envy on Tammy's face as Joel took my cock completely inside him, a pleasure still denied her, and it only provoked her further. "Look at you, you little cock whore. Look how hard getting taken by a huge black cock makes you, you little slut. You're nothing but a hole to get used and thrown away when it's no longer useful." I couldn't help but be amused by Tammy giving Joel shit for being exactly what she was to me as well. I didn't give a shit about Tammy beyond her ability to milk my cock.

Though I also couldn't deny I also got a bit of a thrill out of pumping kids into prim and proper southern sorority princess Tammy. Defiling her white bread life and breeding her like some sort of show dog, ruining her "pedigree" by filling her with what her family would consider worse than mutts was certainly enticing. Just thinking about it certainly helped with the fact that I was fucking Joel's ass rather than a dripping wet pussy. It actually made me a little disappointed thinking that I could only put one of my "mongrels" in her once every nine months.

I suppose that's what got me thinking about Tammy's little college friends. You see, back in the day, the first time Tammy got pregnant (before unceremoniously shafting me and dumping a kid on my doorstep and disappearing), she used to hang around with these preppy too-good-for-you elitist types. Like, the daughters of businessmen and senators or whatever. Really look at the world down their nose kind of girls. But I also remembered how some of them used to look at me, almost hungry like, as if I was a rare steak in front of a starving dog.

So I asked Tammy, I mean after I was done pumping Joel's insides full of cum of course, if she was still in touch with any of them, to maybe talk up some of the more promising ones, the ones who obviously weren't getting any at home, and invite them to one of our little parties. To get their toes wet so to speak. Now, normally our parties involve a lot of sex and drugs and, you know, the occasional orgy or doing lines off my dick or whatever, but I said I'd keep it cool to start, just to get them warmed up.

Which is how I ended up with a lovely visit from Elisabeth, Kelly, and Jennifer, all married and so blonde and perky in their bangle bracelets, heels, and cute little outfits like they were going to some club downtown. I made sure Joel was on his best behavior, playing the host, and made sure all the best was on display, showing off how much I'd been bankrolling the place, what with the new TV and stereo system. I'll admit, I'd done a bit of redecorating in the last year. They of course gushed over it, though they seemed to have the idea that it was all somehow that tool Joel's doing -- Tammy was at least quick to correct them, openly mocking her useless husband and telling them how much happier and more satisfying life had been since reconnecting with me, and how she wouldn't want it any other way.

As Tammy talked she plied them with expensive liquor, keeping the glasses full as our guests grew increasingly flushed -- though of course she abstained herself. This last bit inevitably prompted the discussion about her pregnancy, and the accompanying congratulations, though the well wishes became tinted with a certain kind of growing horror when the women gradually realized it was my baby and not Joel's that was blossoming inside her.

But with that horror came a sort of insatiable curiosity, one Tammy was more than happy to satisfy. The more they drank the more bawdy it got, with Tammy describing how amazing my cock felt, how many times she came, what it was like to be taken by a real man, how she couldn't get enough of sucking me off and did it every morning.

Things started getting a bit more frisky when she took it upon herself to show her old friends just what they were missing out on, having me drop my pants in the middle of the party. No problem there. Their fascination and awe was intense. I think one of them even muttered something about not realizing they got that big. I could see them fidgeting in their seats, readjusting their legs. Probably imagining what it would be like to take it inside them, wondering if it would even fit. Soon she was inviting the girls to touch it, and soon after that they were touching each other, sloshed on booze and wet with desire. Kelly had Elisabeth's tits out, laughing like it was all some big game, squeezing and grabbing them and then shyly licking at them and giggling.

Jennifer was the boldest of them, a petite little thing with smallish tits with her hair in two braids that I desperately wanted to use like handlebars. She started joking as if she were going to give me a lap dance. I knew she'd back away if I let it be, so I hooked my arms around her waist and drew her toward me, rolling up her skirt as she faked protesting, laughing and flushing and slapping at my hands. I then proceeded to rub my rock hard cock against her soaked undies, rubbing her clit through the fabric. All her laughing protests stopped and she bit her lip, obviously desperate and incredibly turned on.

I tested the waters by slowly pulling down her panties, and she made no effort to stop me, her smooth pussy soon put on display for me alone, the front still largely blocked from view from her friends, a small bit of modesty that would let me keep pushing the issue. Which is exactly what I did, teasing her hole with the head of my cock, winding it in slow circles. When she made no attempts to stop me, I slowly pushed it into her hot, wet pussy. Fuck she was tight. She'd obviously never taken a cock this big, and it took significant effort to make progress, moving it in and out, pushing it further each time. She shivered, trying not to moan, not wanting to alert her friends of her indiscretion.

Of course that was exactly what I didn't want, her friends not knowing. I wanted them all to be drooling and champing at the bit. So once I got myself in as deep as her hole would let me I lifted her off her feet completely, resting her in my lap and spreading her legs, showing the whole room my cock buried in her cunt, the skin wrapped tight around it, clit red and pushed forward by the mass of it. Jennifer gasped and blushed and made vain attempts to hide herself, but once I started working at her, pumping my piece into her like a piston, all activity other than her moans and quaking muscles ceased. She gasped each time I hit the entrance of her womb. She was mortified to be put on display like this, but she was too lost in pleasure to fight it. I decided to be a gentleman, to help sell the thing and all, my hand finding her clit and working it over as I pounded her, causing her to squeal and shudder, her pussy clamping down on my cock.

The others watched eagerly, their playful antics abandoned. It didn't take much urging from Tammy for them to begin touching themselves, and each other, rubbing their parts, first uncertainly and then with increasing need and fire. After filling Jennifer I took Elisabeth, laying her back on the couch over Kelly's lap her who, unprompted, began fondling and sucking her full tits like it would somehow get her closer to the sensations Elisabeth was feeling, sometimes leaning up to meet her panting and moaning lips with hers. Meanwhile Tammy had Joel sucking on Jennifer's freshly creampied pussy, which he really should have appreciated more than he was seeming to if I'm being honest. How many wives let their husbands play with other girls, right?

Next came Kelly, who I fucked doggystyle on the floor, her face buried in Elisabeth's pussy, the naughty thing. She groaned like a complete whore, pushing her hips back into mine with every thrust like it was the end of the world, swallowing up my cock with her tight little cunt, her lips gripping me each time I pulled out. Her faces and soft, pert breasts were meanwhile buried in the shag carpet, her juices churning so heavy they were dripping down her thighs onto the rug. She begged me to come inside her. Her pussy was so tight and my load so heavy that my cum squeezed out the sides, dripping out of her as I pulled out, her pussy twitching and her ass still rocking and shaking.

After that they become regular visitors, either all together or by themselves, at first making excuses to stop by and see Tammy and then just dropping in without pretense, dripping wet in anticipation of my hard cock. It was then that Tammy began to work her magic, talking about how wonderful it felt to be pregnant, how fucking hot it was having sex knowing she was going to get knocked up, how great it felt, how much she came from having a load shot straight into her ready womb. How amazing it was to have a real man's baby rather than her limp dick husband's, how much better it was living here and having sex all the time and getting pampered rather than living with Joel who treated her like shit all the time. How she could have my huge black cock any time she wanted it.

After that of course she told them that they should really try it, that they didn't even have to tell their husbands and could trick them into raising the babies. As if. Like they wouldn't see how dark they came out. Of course I didn't bother to correct her, I was more than happy to support that lie if it meant me unloading some babies in those prissy little bitches. Even if they ended up here with their babies in tow after they destroyed their own marriages, well I could just dump the brats on Joel and have myself some fresh fuck meat around the house. Win win really. Plus, if I had some more pussy around the place I wouldn't have to resort to fucking Joel's ass, which I really felt positive about. Not that I wouldn't do it just for kicks sometimes or let him stop wearing the butt plug or anything like that.

It was Kelly that broke first -- no surprise there, she was definitely the biggest slut of the three. She went off her birth control after a month of fucking me raw several times a week. She was almost shaking the day she decided to "aim for getting pregnant" and made such a big deal about it, like it was going to change her life or whatever. I remember how wide eyed and ridiculous she was being about it, asking things like, "So are you ready to put a baby in me?" and "So this is the big day, huh?" Like fuck, bitch, I don't care about you or any of that. Just point that cunt at me and let me stick my cock in it. I made a point to push her face into the mattress so I didn't have to deal with her bleary live laugh love doe-eyed bullshit. She moaned as I fucked her, and as I got close she started repeating, "Yes, put your black baby in me. Put your baby in me. Fill me up. Put your baby in me." She came when I filled her, panting and shuddering, mumbling about how she really did it and couldn't believe she'd done it. I didn't let her think on it long, working myself back up and taking her again. I went at her all night, filling her with load after load until she could barely move. She ended up staying the night. I wonder what she told her husband?