I still remember the night she told me he was coming over. Sarah stood in the kitchen, biting her lip, her phone screen glowing with his text. "Derrick wants to talk," she said. We both knew it wasn't talking. Her ex was that tall, broad-shouldered black guy from her college days, the one she always described as hung like a horse and rough in bed. My cock twitched just hearing his name.
When he walked through the door that Friday, the air changed. Derrick filled the frame, dark skin gleaming under the hallway light, a smirk on his face. Sarah's eyes dropped straight to his crotch. I sat on the couch like she'd told me to, heart hammering, while they stood close. No small talk. He grabbed her ass and pulled her into a kiss that made her moan into his mouth.
"Missed this pussy," he growled, loud enough for me to hear. Sarah didn't argue. She dropped to her knees right there on the living room rug, unzipped him, and pulled out that thick black cock. It was heavy, veined, already half-hard and bigger than mine even soft. She wrapped both hands around it and started sucking like she was starving. Spit ran down her chin as she took him deeper, gagging when the head hit the back of her throat.
I rubbed my own dick through my jeans, watching her cheeks hollow. Derrick's hand fisted her hair, guiding her rhythm. "That's it, slut. Show your boyfriend how you used to suck me." She moaned around his shaft, eyes watering, but she didn't stop. Her free hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her clit through her shorts.
He didn't let her finish him. After a few minutes he hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch so she faced me. Her face was flushed, lips shiny with spit. Derrick yanked her shorts and panties down in one motion. Her pussy was already dripping. He lined that massive cock up and shoved in with one hard thrust. Sarah cried out, fingers digging into the couch cushions.
"Fuck, yes," she gasped. "Deeper."
Derrick gave it to her. His hips slapped against her ass, balls swinging, that black cock stretching her wide. Every stroke made wet sounds fill the room. I pulled my dick out and stroked it, watching her tits bounce inside her tank top. He reached around and pinched her nipples hard enough to make her yelp, then grabbed her hips and pounded faster.
"You like showing him how much better this black dick feels?" he taunted. Sarah nodded, moaning yes over and over. Her pussy clenched visibly around him, cream coating his shaft. He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and spread her legs wide. Then he drove back in, folding her nearly in half so he could bottom out.
I watched his heavy balls slap her ass with every thrust. Sarah's eyes rolled back. She came first, legs shaking, pussy squirting a little around his cock. Derrick didn't slow down. He fucked her through it, sweat dripping off his chest onto her stomach. When he was close he pulled out, stroked that thick shaft twice, and painted her tits and face with thick ropes of cum. Some landed on her open mouth; she licked it up.
But he wasn't done. He made her suck him hard again while I sat there stroking myself slower, trying not to come too fast. Once he was ready he flipped her onto all fours on the floor and took her from behind again, this time pressing her face down so her ass stayed up. His thumb worked into her tight asshole while he fucked her pussy. Sarah begged for more, pushing back against him.
They moved to the bedroom after that. I followed, watching from the doorway. Derrick laid her on the bed and climbed between her thighs, sliding in slow and deep this time, grinding his hips so his pubic bone rubbed her clit. She came again, nails raking his back. He flipped her over, pulled her hips up, and drilled her ass with spit and cum for lube. She screamed into the pillow but kept pushing back, taking every inch.
Hours passed like that. He used every hole, came on her, in her, made her clean him with her tongue each time. By the time he finally left, Sarah was a wrecked, cum-covered mess on the sheets, smiling like she'd won the lottery. I climbed in after he was gone and slid into her sloppy, stretched pussy. It felt loose and hot from his bigger cock, and she whispered how much she loved me watching while I fucked his leftover load deeper inside her.
We both came hard. She fell asleep with my arms around her, both of us knowing Derrick would be back soon.
