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BBC for heavy tit teacher wifeBBC for heavy titted teacherIt seems I’ve been fixated on one thing for a couple years now. This one thing… it clouds all my other thoughts and I am now on the verge of obsessing. Ok, I am obsessed. Let me explain…I’ve been married to my high school sweetheart for over 25 year now. I was attracted to her immediately when we met. I was only 15, she was 16. Overly infatuated with huge breasts since the start of puberty, another life long obsession that still is in the forefront of my mind, virtually 24/7. Certainly an addiction and hopelessly addicted to sex and big tit porn…but I digress – that’s a story for another day.Back to the thought at hand, again, very instantly attracted to my now wife at a young age. At 16, she had the body of a fully developed woman. She was often mistaken for mid twenties even then, she had a sophisticated look, long, feathery dark hair, deep brown eyes and pouty lips…and of course, a huge rack. At 16, she wore a 34DD bra, with a slim 20 inch waist and nice round hips and ass. I was determined I would have her, and I did – often! I fondled and suckled those melons at every opportunity. Before school in her room, at school in my car in the parking lot, after school…during school in a closet or deserted class room. I played with those big udders at every opportunity.Fast forward 20 years a couple k**s later, and she has blossomed even further, as I had always dreamed. In her mid 40s now, her measurements have certainly changed, all for the better in my book. Now sporting a 44 inch bust with DD/E cups, a chubbier but still hourglass waist and nice, wide 46” hips with a big bubble butt. She looked 30 at 16, but now at 45…she still looks 30… strangers often mistake my wife for a daughter.Her huge udders now hang so wonderfully low, stretched nicely, the beloved forces of nature working their magic on her orbs, gravity, pregnancies, lactation and age all working in concert. Her nipples now thick as your thumb and pointing south-east and southwest, respectively. She is quite self-conscious of it and has spoken of her embarrassment that her tits have sagged so and her “weird” nipples now point to the sides. Worse, she says, is they poke through even the heaviest fabrics. She has taken to wearing padded bras to hide them. So sad, as I would get instantly hard seeing her with those thick dugs pointing to the sides, begging to be pulled and tugged. The wide, 4 hook bra strap now rides easily 6” lower than it did a decade ago, another boner inducing sight to see, that thick strap showing through her clothes as you follow behind, just inches above her waist. I can close my eyes and feel the wonderful sensation of deftly using thumb and fore-finger to release those hooks through her blouse, in one easy motion, and the sensation of the tension releasing and the udders instantly dropping. Again, I digress…Over the years, especially with the advent of the internet, I developed some fantasies that I needed to try out for myself. Always game to “try anything once”, I was usually able to convince her to partake in the antics. I’m sure she wondered at first where I got these ideas. I’m also quite sure, though she has never mentioned, that she knows I am addicted to sex and porn, especially revolving around giant tits. She has always indulged me in my need to use her jugs and was usually game to go braless at home most of the time so I had easy access. As I became bored with the more mundane fondling and suckling, pregnancy and lactation came along to keep my interest piqued. Enjoying the pregnant body was a rare treat, as she was self conscious of her appearance, but I was hooked and will still , to this day, seek out pregnant honeys to play. The milk filled udders? Oh, heaven by themselves and while she did not breast feed, she indulged my by letting me keep the milk flowing for my own entertainment and satisfaction. I assure you I gained 10lbs every pregnancy, guzzling gallons of that sweet warm liquid, never getting enough. On that subject, we developed a ritual where I would pump her each night after the little ones went to bed, filling 3-4 bags with milk. I’d then freeze them and have her use them in cooking, baking, even making ice cream! It was and still is a huge fetish and I wish she was still producing. I now buy my breast milk from lactating moms looking to make a few bucks, sometimes lucky enough to find one to let me take it right from the tap, so to speak. But in our ritual, I’d then wake her up an hour before I went to work so I could suckle the newly let down udders dry before starting my work day. This was in good practice for 6-8 month after each pregnancy but then she’d want her freedom back and the milk went away.Now, needing a new diversion, I became quite taken with breast bondage. I started with playfully using her bathrobe belt to tie them up for the first time. Within a few months, I was using soft rope and usually tied them up before any sexual activity. Again, always game for a new adventure, she indulged my perversions. I moved into clothesline rope, electrical cord, really tying them up tight. Watching her udders balloon and mushroom under the immense pressure of tying them tightly was mesmerizing. Looking at them, they begged to be slapped…and slapped harder. Then, they needed to be punched…and the nipples needed to be clamped. And clamped tighter. And have weights hang from them… you get the idea. This morphed into full blown bondage, where she was helplessly tied and all her holes used. Her idea – really – was to take her asshole for the first time when she was 40 years old. Tits tied, wrists bound, she suggested that fucking her ass would be the trifecta I was looking for. She was right! But that too, started to feel routine. There has to be more. It started that I needed to just play with the tits to get off… then I needed to milk them. Then I needed to abuse them. For several years now, unless I have worked over her tits in some way, I can’t cum. It’s now required. Since I need to feed my addiction, I also need to ejaculate at least three times per day. If I had the time, I’d try for 5…6…who knows, but I’m always looking to cum, so I jack off to big tit or bdsm porn. At my lunch hour, even driving home, if I see a big breasted honey at a bus stop or in a store, I’ll try to pick her up to get some tit and a hand job, blow job… or even pay her to let me jack off while I just stare at her tits. But I need something more.Surfing porn sites, I’ve been intrigued by busty sluts getting impaled by huge black cocks. I especially love the cuckold bahis firmaları videos, where the husband films while the busty, mature, white wife takes a pounding. I’ve always been the jealous type, never thinking I would stand for a minute another man doing my wife, but for some reason, this strikes me as right and proper and, what needs to happen. How do I broach the subject? She is very traditional in her thinking and this would be off the charts. She is not a religious zealot, but she does have her morals and faith. There is no way she’d go for it. I need a plan, because as I told you in the beginning, I’m obsessed.As you may have surmised from the title, my wife is a teacher. She teaches elementary school in an upper middle class neighborhood. She has been there for several years and has a pretty set schedule and the pick of her incoming students, as she is widely requested by the overly involved parents. Even so, there is always a student or two that is not the cream of the crop. Many times, during the year, a new arrival may get placed in the class. Usually, these families are transient, the parents divorced or some other sad arrangement for the poor little whippersnapper. You will see where I am going with this… in any event, she always speaks about the parent teacher conferences and how there is either over involvement or no involvement and, the k**s that need a conference the most, those are the parents that don’t show up. This year, conferences were approaching in a month. She was trying to reach out to parents and schedule them. She had a new student that was not getting along, not doing well. She really wanted to get the parents take, but got no response. She didn’t know if he was in a nuclear mom/dad household, lived with relatives, like the grandma, whatever. She just lamented he needed help. I knew from previous conversations, this student was African American. I now had my plan.First, I started reaching out in my online porn community, looking for a man that would be game for my plan. He, obviously, needed to be black. He also needed to be local. HE needed to be trusted. He needed to be a lot of things, but mostly, I decided he needed a cock the size of a phone pole. I started searching online hook up ads on a site that I trolled for my big tit and pregnant hook ups. I searched for black males, 30-50 years old, physically fit and, at least 12” cock. I perused hundreds of ads, dismissing many just because I didn’t like the tone of the ad, or the picture, etc. I started narrowing it down to a good dozen candidates. They all fit the bill physically, one with a purported 16” rod and pictures to support it! He didn’t make the cut, but man, it would have been fun to watch! I contacted a few with brief details – essentially, looking to “black” my wife… here is the hard part… most likely, against her will. They would need to know this would be a one time deal, and they would have to get off the radar. As you can see, the interview process was involved. After some polite, and some not so polite, declines, I had 4 men ready to hear more. I met with each in person and talked of my plan. And here it is:I knew that my wife could not make contact with the student’s family. I also found out that he lived with mom and grandma in some section 8 apartments still in this school boundary. There is no dad in the picture. My selected candidate would assume the role as the non-custodial dad, just moved to town and trying to be a part of the k**s life. He would say he received the phone messages left for his ex. Because the ex wouldn’t do anything, grandma reached out to him to get involved in Jr’s academic progress. They would set up the time for the conference. I knew that most teachers liked to be out of there by 7pm and, since 99% of the parents were either stay at home housewives or dad got home early, most were done by 5 or 6. I also knew that the district required they take conferences up to 9 pm to accommodate less fortunate and more time constrained parents. I told him to insist on a late conference – 8-9pm. She would try to deter him, I said, but be insistent. Once the appointment was made, we could plan the final details. One of those details was that we needed a blackmail angle to keep her from involving the school or the police after the encounter. That part of the plan went like this – I would bait her into sending me an email from work about how she was getting no response from the dead beat parents, I would engage her to be specific about which parents, which student. It was text book…no pun intended… She emailed me and said “It’s the two students I told you about. I feel so bad about “Andre” – he gets nothing from home. It’s always the same when you get these dead beats from those apartments and, it always seems they are minorities. What is wrong with these people?”That’s what I needed. When she got home, I took her laptop. I logged onto her email account at the school – after 25 years of marriage, passwords are not hard to figure out…I then found the email and forwarded it to Ray, my candidate. He now had those words from the official school email account. Let’s talk a little about Ray. Local guy, business professional. He was 6’2” , about 240. The important part, he had a massive, 13” member, big around as coke can. I’m not a small guy, and I’ve got a pretty thick 7” pole, but this would be like her getting fucked by a fire hydrant. As agreed, he went to the Dr. I recommended and had blood work done and came back clean. This needed to be a bareback operation –she needed the full experience, including the copious amount of jizz that would be expended. In his videos on xhamster, he would shoot absolute gushers, probably ¼ cup at a time. HE told me if he could abstain for 3-4 days, he might get half a cup, so that was the plan. He also said he could be reloaded and ready again in as little as 30 minutes, so maybe we get two goes in one visit. He was excited about the project. I had been sharing pictures and videos of my wife with him. He couldn’t wait for the opera to begin with him in the leading role. He told me he probably dumped a quart of cum looking at her pictures and videos. He stopped at the school parking lot a couple times to see her walk to the car and would jack off right there watching here. He was ready. As D-day approached, Ray made his appointment. They agreed on 8:30pm as he had to come right from work. This would be on day two of conferences. I knew the schedule well and, knew that most all the teachers would be done by early in the afternoon. She would probably be the only one left, kaçak iddaa except maybe the custodian. As was a regular occurrence, I would stop by between conferences to help hang new posters and the like while she had an empty classroom. I asked if she needed anything and she did, so I went after work the day before D day to do some honey-dos. I went about my business, hanging and replacing. When she went to the copy room, I pulled out my cameras from my tool bag. I had a couple Wi-Fi mini cameras and I set up three in areas to cover the desk. I could control these from my phone, even from home. With everything set, we were 24hours from nirvana.D Day was here and 8 pm fast approaching. Ray was waiting for me at a bar up the street. We had discussed his appearance and he was going to “ghetto up” a little bit to fit the role. He was waiting as promised and had his backpack with his gear – some rope, a ball gag, duct tape, some other fun stuff and a necessity if he was going to jam that fence post in her, a big bottle of lube. He said he never needed it or tried it, but he copped a couple Viagra. He had just taken it and said he was already getting hard, so either the anticipation or the d**g, but either way, he was ready for action. He had the letter in hand, he knew the mission and it was go time. I headed to the house to watch on my big screen streamed from my Iphone. I got home, went to my lounge chair in my bedroom, turned on the TV and tested the cameras again. All perfect. I had a 360 view of the desk and about 8 feet around it. I undressed, sat in the chair and started to stroke my already hard cock, just watching my wife at the desk doing paper work. She was always concerned about her appearance for the parents and usually dressed in her best clothes and perfect makeup. She wore a navy pencil skirt that while not too tight, still showed off her hips and ass. A white silk blouse that d****d nicely off the fat udders, even constrained by the industrial bra. Her long dark hair was pulled in back to a wide ponytail.Like clockwork, I saw her look up from the desk and get up to greet the visitor. She invited Ray to sit down at the desk. After some small talk, Ray got up and hnded her the email copy and said “ Why don’t you fucking explain this? What, you hate black people? That why my son ain’t doing well? Cause we are poor and black?”My wife , now pale and horrified searches for words… “where did you get this? I did not send this to you”. Like Hell, says Ray, it’s on top – you sent it to my ex’s email! You can tell she is horrified at the mistake she thinks she made.Ray continues “ how about we go talk to the district about your racist ass and see how long you still have a job!” “I bet the TV news would love my story!” “Rich white bitch hates Nigga k**s , story at 10!!”She is now crying and trying to apologize. Ray settles down and starts to speak low and soft… “OK… now you know how I feel about all this. So how we gonna fix it?”. She says she will do anything to make it right. Ray comes right back “well, anything is gonna be a lot” At this point, Ray stands up, unzips and out comes his beef stick. He tells her “ I think you know what to do…or we can head downstairs and wait for TV7 and yo boss?” what’s it going to be?” shuddering and sobbing, she walks like a zombie to the other side of the desk. Her head bowed down, shaking with tears, Ray tells her “ Don’t stand there bitch, get to work!” she drops clumsily to her knees, just sitting there. Ray says “ Ok, now, get to work!!” She looks up , starts to open her mouth and starts to sob again. He slaps her hard and she squeals. “Suck it you miserable white cunt!” . She reaches up with her manicured hand, pale gray perfect nails, she touches his rock hard cock – it is at full staff, veins bulging. Her wedding ring diamond glints in the florescent light, making my own dick twitch in my hand, now even harder than before. She opens her u, still catching her breath from sobbing, he mascara in black stripes on her cheeks. She opens as wide as she can and takes it in, as Ray then forces her head to take a good 5-6”s. He then pulls out of her mouth and picks her up by the pony tail., sets her against the desk. He tells her she is now committed and he will own her or her career is history. I’m now stroking full on, edging as I go, wanting to make this a huge load and monster orgasm. I am in heaven.He then reaches around and unhooks the bra and lifts it up to let her fat udders spill out and down. He leans back and hits the right one hard with the palm of his hand. She winces in pain, but a familiar wince… Did she like that? He then spun her around and leaned her over the desk. Once he pushed her face down on the desk and proceeded to pull her skirt up. He pulled the white Lacey panties off her big round ass, giving it a ha d slap, her big ass cheeks jiggling like a big bowl of jello. He pulls and stretches them over her wide mommy hips and down her thick thighs . I am watching…listening… totally mesmerized like I’m in the most amazing dream. I feel how hard and thick my cock feels sliding in my hand, harder than I’ve been in years, it seems. My cock is hard as steel and I’m u*********sly beating furiously, so into my live action movie.Ray drops his pants now, his erect rod standing straight out. He’s holding her against the desk at the small of her back. He kicks her legs apart, she is now sobbing again! I watch her back and shoulders heaving against the sobs, muffled my her blouse now scrunched up at her face. Her right tit is splayed out to her side between her body and the desk. That thumb size nipple standing at attention, not letting me down. Do it, please,! Pull on that nipple! It’s begging! I’m shouting at my tv screen, like it’s a championship game!He does! Like he read my mind! Pull! Twist! Stretch that dug! He’s pulling it gripped in his fist, using her udder as a handle to position her on the desk. His left had reaches up and finds that pussy. He rubs it hard, shaking her fat ass. He pulls the hand out and waves to me… his hand is soaked, she is wet, very wet…she’s liking this? Is it stress? I don’t know what to think now, my stroking slows as I take in the scene… she’s supposed to like it, right? Is that my fantasy? I shake off the distraction, I squirt a liberal amount of lube on my throbbing cock- it’s getting a work over…he then gets ready, gets in position. Like he’s refueling a jet fighter he guides that huge baseball bat shaft, hands free, to her cunt. He wiggles, he pushes… this is finally happening !! All my plans, my fantasy now reality, I’m seconds kaçak bahis away from achieving the pure nirvana of a giant black cock buried in her cunt! I edge carefully now, so close to cumming, bit It’s not time. I need to slowly stroke and stay hard for a grand finally, watching that white goo explode from that black shaft , chocking her, spilling on her face, her blouse!Ray is pushing it in, slowly adjusting to make it fit. Two babies and 30 years of fucking have stretched out that cunt, but not nearly enough it seems. He is now in, I see her pussy lips stretched around his cock. She is whimpering and breathing hard… he grabs her ass cheeks to spread them further and then rams it in! He is now pumping slowly but harder thrusts each time. He’s buried about half of it in there… he adjusts his stance, then Bam! Shoves it to the balls, grinding as deep as he can. Once again, she squealed and then whimpered. He now full on fucking her! I’m stroking fast and hard again , lost in the ecstasy of this wonderful sight. She’s now done everything I’ve ever imagined for her!Ray is still pumping away, but he grabs his back pack . He pulls out the duct tape. While not missing stroke, he pulls her hands back , gripping both wrists with one hand. He slows and stops, buried deep in her cunt. He them wraps the wrists with the duct tape. He then pulls the pony tail again, turning head to the side. Camera 2 is focused on her face at the perfect angle. She’s a mess of make up and tears. There is terror in her eyes, I’m getting even harder at the sight of that, I know it! He tears off a big piece of tape, he leans over and tells her “ this next part gonna hurt bitch and I don’t need no bystanders walking in cause you screamin” he slaps the tape hard across her mouth and she gasps, wide eyed, a look of complete terror. If she only knew I was watching the whole thing!Ray pulls out his cock, he gives the wet shaft a few strokes , I’m doing the same to mine, slowly, building again … he reaches on the desk to the backpack and takes out his bottle of oil. He pouts it on his cock and down her ass crack. He pulls her cheeks apart and massages her asshole with hi thumb, pouring in the oil. She is wriggling and fighting now, she knows what’s coming and nothing that big has ever passed that way before. Her cries are muffled by the tape. He places the thick throbbing head against her puckered rosebud, pushing, as she tries in vain to scream and wiggle away. I’m now sitting perfectly still, dazzled by the sight, knowing what is to come.I stand up now, gripping my cock, stroking slowly. He enters her ass an inch at a time, pushing, wiggling… then suddenly, her anus relaxes, maybe out of pure exhaustion, and he’s 7 inches deep in her big butt. He starts pumping, then harder, faster. He gives a mighty grunt and shove and buries the tool to the balls in her ass!! I’m now too far to edge- I involuntarily arch my back and blow my load. The blast shoots five feet and splatters on the wood floor, a second contraction and another dose of jism covers my hand, dripping to the floor. I’ve never cum that hard, ever! My head feels like helium balloon and I fall into the chair to embrace my ecstasy. I start to breath again, watching my screen. Ray is pounding her ass hard, her cheeks bouncing and slapping. I watch, fascinated, totally disconnected from the person who is my wife. Ray then pulls out. He pulls her don on the floor, lifts her up by her tit. He rips off the tape and she screams. He immediately rams the dirty shaft down her throats and she instantly gags. He pumps her face, gripping both her huge floppy udders like handles. It must just be natural , because I do the exact same thing when I face fuck her. He’s pulling the tits hard to pull her mouth over the shaft over and over. He pulls out, he lifts her up at the waist and seemingly throws her plump 180lb body on the desk like a rag doll. He strokes his cock… her it comes, but my jiz has been spent , I’m getting hard again, hoping I can get in another orgasm before this ends. I know he’s going to over that face in goo. I’m already contemplating the hundreds of times I will rewatch this video to see her face covered in black spunk! Just then, he starts to groan, he arches… and he buries the pipe deep into her cunt again!! He lets out a loud visceral moan, he explodes inside her, pulls out, and what seems like a gallon of black baby butter gushes from her cunt! He gets in too more spasms and a few jets land on her chubby tummy! Oh my god ! We never talked about this, I just assumed he’d go with my fantasy and give her face a good frosting. He’s now filled her up with baby juice! I’m shocked , I can’t believe what happened …. No condom…what…if… I look down, I see my cock is again rock hard… I fall back in the chair, I’m reliving the sight of the bucket of cum dripping out of her… I do it , I cum again ! Coating my thighs with my own goo. Sigh… that was so incredible…I watch now, the end of a tv drama, as he cleans up, zips up . She is in a ball on the floor, crying. He walks up, looks her in the eye, holding her chin “ I think you paid up. I’d keep this to yo self. Ain’t no one gonna believe you, and I filmed it. I’ll show them your whack racist letter, I’ll show them how you slurped my cock and I’ll make them know you liked it”…” you’re fucked, bitch” you think about that…Ray grabbed his gear, walked out of the scene. My wife now sits on the floor, still sobbing . Should I go there? Should I rescue her? No, I’ll just wait. I clean up my mess and shower up. When I get out, I see the classroom looks empty, she must be gone. I go to the family room, turn on thE TV.half hour later, she walks in. She’s shaken, I can tell. But she’s cleaned up. Besides some wrinkles in her clothes , she still looks put together, her make up redone, her hair back in shape. I ask how conferences went. She said pretty bad, some really mean parents, she said she didn’t want to talk about it, just wanted to go to bed. I got up to hold her, but she pulled away, went to our room to change. I could smell the man juice on her, she tried to douse with perfume. You know what? This is going to be a tough few weeks… but man, was it worth it. Man oh man was it worth it to cum like never before. 3 months later….She’s not letting on, but we been married 25 years… I know. I know she’s knocked up. I don’t know if it’s his… she and I had sex everyday up to about a week before that fateful day… it could be mine… but she’s usually careful about her cycle and swallows the loads in those weeks.but there is definitely a baby bump there… and those udders are pregnant. I know how they get. We are just starting to get back in the sex groove, though she never talked about “ the conference “.I’ll let you know how it all comes out in another 6 mos….To be continued…

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