White Men Black Cock For about 17 years a memory ate at the back of my mind.
My wife, who is blonde, 5-3, 140 pounds, 36-D, and I met while we
worked together at a restaurant. One day in the restaurant, while we were both about 20, two black guys came in who were about our age and I noticed across the room that they were talking like old friends with my girlfriend/wife, who is named Jodi. While they talked, I noticed that every time Jodi said something to one of them, she would look at him, then glance quickly down at his crotch. If I wasn't so bothered by this, I would have been laughing because it was downright comical how she almost automatically
did this.
I later found out she went to high school with those guys, but that was about
the extent of what I could determine. Then I began to notice that whenever we were really around any black guys -- just passing on the sidewalk even -- the first thing she did after seeing them was check their crotch out rather quickly. She didn't do it to white guys.
We got married 2 years later. I became a free lance commercial photographer and she got buried in her business of financial advising. Gradually this habit disappeared. She became what I call suburbanized. We had 2 kids and a decent sex life. She faked many of her orgasms like any woman, but sometimes shot got lucky with some oral help. I am about 5 1/2 inches and probably average thickness. She is rather tight with wide hips and an ass that needs to get a little trimmer.
Years went by and the older we got, the less sex we had. She wasn't in the mood a lot, due to her job or the kids or whatever. The whatever part bothered me. Wasn't she satisfied, maybe bored. And back there in my mind was the crotch-watching eating away. I had several dreams where my wife more or less dissed me to fuck a black guy and had a repeating dream of her fucking two black guys.
This was really becoming a psychological problem just about. I needed to know if there was some sexual urge she surpressed which may have helped diminish our sex lives. I could talk to her about it, but she is very silent about sex and rarely even talks about it -- the woman doesn't even curse.. I could just see her rolling her eyes and telling me I'm crazy. I came up with a plan to get an answer, a rather sick plan at that. I would tempt her and see if the forbidden fruit got picked. She works in a very tall downtown office building (largest one in the world, hint), and so there are many people around she doesn't know. I sent her an email using an old emailaddress that I long ago had quit using but still had a password for.
I White Men Black Cock try.
Kelly gave the photographer a tour of her house and explained that she
was looking for some bathing suit shots and then some pictures of her in
her wedding dress. The black man said he'd need thirty minutes to set up
and she immediately returned to the bar and fixed another margarita and
then another. Soon a warm glow was spreading throughout her stomach from
the alcohol and she was feeling a little heady.
"Alright Mrs Johnson, all ready to go," the photographer called from the
pool.
Kelly finished her drink and stood up. She walked out to pool and saw
that he had set up three camera's pointed at the steps leading down into
the pool.
"Ok ma'am," he said. "Strip down to your suit and go over to the steps."
Ike frowned when she walked over to the small enclosed shower to change.
He frowned again when she came out with a towel wrapped around her.
"Ready when you are," he said and she dropped the towel. He couldn't
believe the lame one-piece suit she was wearing. He had been expecting a
bikini, but this thing looked like something women wore in the 1920's.
Still, it couldn't hide what had to be the sexiest body he had ever seen
on a woman. What looked like huge nipples were poking out the material
of her top and her breasts were mouth-watering. "Now slowly walk into
the water," he said.
This was the hardest thing she had ever done and she shivered as she
slowly walked down the steps of the pool. The black man stayed huddled
behind the tripod snapping pictures as she slowly emerged herself up to
her thighs.
"Now swim over to me," he said following her progress across the pool
with his camera. "Perfect. You look beautiful. Now haul yourself out and
sit on the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water."
She did as he said and the black man bent down and put his hands on her
shoulders adjusting them to his liking, then he threw her hair around
one shoulder. It was the first time any man other then James had touched
her. She found she didn't really mind. It wasn't like this young black
man was a peer of hers or anything and the pose would make a nice
picture.
"Nice," he said snapping a few shots. "Now come on out and lay on your
side on this cot."
Kelly got out of the pool and almost stumbled as the heat of the day
caused all the alcohol to rush to her head. She was grateful to sit back
down on her deck cot. She moved the back down so it was flat and she
laid down. The photographer kneeled and snapped a few shots then he
sighed loudly.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Well, I don't want to sound to forward, but that bathing suit looks
like something my grandmother would wear. I know these pictures are for
your anniversary and if your looking to really excite your husband, you
need to wear something a little sexier."
Kelly sighed. The black man was right. She had worn this bathing suit
around her husband before and he hadn't paid any attention to her then
so why should he now? "Ummm,"
"Ike," he said.
"Yes Ike," she repeated his name. "Your right, but I don't own anything
else."
"Your in luck," he replied. "We supply a selection of outfits at no
additional cost. Let me go get them."
Kelly watched him run out of the house to his car. She hadn't expected
this. She needed more confidence, so she went into the house to make
another drink. It was hot, so Kelly thought it would be nice to make
whats-his-name a drink too. He came back carrying a couple boxes when
she was hall-way through her margarita. She handed him his drink.
"No thanks, I'm underage," he said.
No problem, thought Kelly, I'll drink it.
Go put this on," he said handing her a box.
She peeked inside. The box contained one of the smallest bikini's she
had ever seen. "I can't wear this," she said looking at the eye-patched
sized cups, "I mean, I can't wear something someone else has worn."
"I can assure you that all our clothes are brand new and have never been
worn. They have even been washed several time," lied Ike. He had bought
everything yesterday at the Salvation Army for $5. "At least go try it
on." Ike saw she was still hesitating and added,
"Trust me Mr Johnson. I know my stuff. My pictures have probably saved
more marriages then a marriage councilor."
"There's nothing wrong with my marriage," said Kelly as she tucked the
box with the bikini under her arm and marched off to the shower to
change. The damn black man knew just the right thing to say.
Kelly entered the shower and closed the door. She slid her one-piece off
and laid it over the rim of the shower enclosure. She picked up the
bikini top and examined it closely. She could barely figure out how to
put it on. Finally she figured it out and her shaky fingers managed to
tie the sides. The top was about one size too small and it only covered
about one third of her breasts. Her damn nipples were rock hard too and
they stretched the material out even further. The panties were even more
confusing. It was all strings except for one narrow piece of fabric. She
decide the fabric was supposed to cover her pubic hair and she stepped
into it, tying the sides. Kelly looked down at her body. She couldn't
get a good view in the narrow enclosure, but she knew the bikini was way
too revealing and she couldn't where it out to the pool. She reached up
to grab her one-piece. IT WAS GONE! Kelly frowned and assumed it had
fallen over the wall. She stooped and looked under the enclosure, but it
was nowhere to be seen. She decided it was a sign that she should go
through with this and marshaling her courage she stepped outside the
shower.
Kelly immediately noticed her suit lying over the back of a chair drying
in the sun. The black man was fiddling with his camera. She assumed her
suit had blown down and the photographer had thrown it over the chair to
dry. She wasn't surprised to see that he had taken his shirt off since
it was an extremely hot day, but she was surprised to see he had the
most muscular chest she had ever seen. Kelly hadn't seen so many muscles
in one place before and found herself wishing her husband had a quarter
of the black man's muscles. She forced her eyes off his chest and up to
his face. He was handsome in a brutish way. He had a shaved head, flat
nose, and big lips. He was also one of the darkest black men she had
ever seen. "What's next?" she asked.
Ike had forced himself not to react when he saw the beautiful women in
the bikini walk out of the shower. He felt his big cock stiffen up when
he saw her bare ass and her breasts jiggiling in the little g-string.
"Well now that your properly attired, I think we should re-do the other
poses," he said. "Lets try walking down the steps again.
Kelly felt a cool breeze on her rear and looking back she realized her
posterior was bared to the world. One of the strings on the bikini
bottoms was sliding up between her cheeks. She was a little surprised to
find that the bikini was actually quite comfortable. She found wearing
it to be... liberating.
Kelly ran through the same poses she had in the last shoot. The one
exception being that the photographer had her duck under the water and
took some shots of her bursting out of the pool. She found she enjoyed
following his orders
He had just finished taking pictures of her lying on her side on the
cot, when she heard him yell, "Damn."
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"My shirt just blew in the water. Please keep an eye on me while I fish
it out. I can't swim."
Ike walked behind the cot, so that Kelly was facing away from him and he
grabbed the pool net off the wall. Now or never, he thought reaching
into his shorts pocket for the camera remote. He concealed the remote in
his hand and through the net over his shoulder. He hit the remote and
snapped some pictures of him walking behind Mrs Johnson.
The black guy walked past her and he began trying to net his shirt from
the pool. Kelly kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't fall in. Her
eyes kept wandering down his chest and she forced them back up to his
face. Staring at the chest of an eighteen year old black man wasn't
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room in the basement and go to bed late, so I get up later. She goes to work around 6 a.m. I spied on her from the covers that morning, letting her think I was sleeping. She usually wears some non-descript pants outfit or even jeans on dress-down day. Im watching her getting an erection because she put on a rather tight skirt she hadnt worn in at least 2 or 3 years, some healed shoes with black thigh highs and before that had slipped on THE BLACK TEDDY that she got from Darryl. I could smell some of this perfume she wears sometimes when she goes out. It has a dangerous scent. The girl was a little beyond professional looking that day. She looked like a pro of a different kind.
I spent the day at the hotel room watching pornos, jacking off and had my home and shop phone on forward to my cell. The phone rang and it was her in early afternoon. She seemed kind of nervous and said she wasnt coming home on the train. She had a hair appointment, and that her friend Kim had asked if she wanted to meet for a drink around 8 since they hadnt seen each other in a while, so Kim was picking her up at the
commuter train station, taking her to the hair salon and then they were getting a few drinks together. Whatever. I waited. David showed up at 3:20. I was well hidden, but feared he would see me. He left a minute, went to his car and made sure again I was hidden. He came in and started watching pornos and was laying on the bed rubbing his crotch.
At about 4:10 there was a knock on the door. My heart was racing. David opened it and there was my wife in the doorway, looking hotter than Ive seen her in years, her light blonde hair glistening in the light from the doorway. "Hi Darryl, I'm Jodi." "Hi babe," he said back, and stepped forward, put a hand on her shoulder
and kissed her cheek. "You're looking so hot today." Im unsure what happened for the next couple minutes cause of my vantage point, but it sounded like they might have had a long kiss or something. There was
what sounded like some panting. Then she said, "Darryl, I've got to tell you, I love my husband." "Don't worry about it girl. I'm not here to break up your marriage, just shake your life a little."
I heard her laughing a bit and then she seemed to be backing out by saying she'd like to get to know him better and maybe they could go get a quick dinner. He quickly shot it down the way I had told him, and said he wasnt up for games, only serious fun. Then I saw something I had dreamed of a few times. My wife, looking
sexy, stepped forward, put her arms around a black man and initiated a long, Big Black Dick Photos
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she slowly pulled the gown down until her bra covered breasts were
revealed. Then she pulled it down further over her thin waist until her
sexy stomach was revealed and the dress was pulled down to her hips. She
kept the train on her head. He took a lot of shots of her topless like
that and then told her to pull the dress all the way off. She obeyed him
smiling and posing for the camera as she stripped down to the lingerie.
"I bet your husband doesn't even know what a sexy wife he has," said Ike
pulling her dress out of the way. Now lay down on the bed on your back.
Kelly wasn't doing this for her husband any more. She was doing this for
herself. It made her feel special as she laid down on the bed. Ike bent
over and parted her legs slightly and bent one of her knees up. He then
kneeled at the foot of the bed and took some pictures of her body lying
down.
Ike's cock was starting to hurt as he looked at her pussy slit revealed
by the crotchless panties. He snapped some pictures of her pussy and
grinned when he noticed it was glistening with moisture. "Put the mask
back on and pretend your asleep," he said already pulling his cock back
out as she covered her eyes. He took a lot of pictures of his dark cock
superimposed over her white body and for a finale he pulled her legs
apart and took several pictures of his twelve inch dick pointing right
at her open pussy.
Kelly felt cold air on her crotch and realized she was showing off her
vagina. She quickly squeezed her legs closed and pulled off the mask.
Ike was fiddling with a camera again and hadn't even noticed. She
breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now lean forward and let one of your bra straps hang down," he said
turning back to her with a camera in hand.
Kelly compiled and the bra strap fell down far enough that her breast
popped out. She raised her hand to pull her bra back up.
"Stop," said Ike practically drooling at the sight of her fat, inch long
nipple. "Lets show your husband that big nipple."
Kelly willingly complied with his order. Her nipples were rock hard and
they were rubbing against the lacy material of the bra, irritating her.
"Spread your fingers over those beautiful boobs so that your nipple is
between your fingers." Ike watched Kelly comply. "Your husband is going
to love these picures. Now show him your other tit." Ike watched her
remove the entire bra, exposing her nipples to the air. Never had he
dreamed she would willingly go this far.
"How wild are you wiling to get?" Ike asked her.
"I'm not ready to quit yet," she replied.
"Bring one of your nipples up to your mouth," he said grinning as she
did it. "Now lick one of your nipples." He ran behind the video and
zoomed in on her upper body. Kelly hesitated and then kissed her own
nipple.
"You've got to be the sexiest woman I've ever seen," Ike said.
"Do you really think I'm sexy?" she asked.
"Fuck yeah," he said pointing at his crotch,
"Look what you're doing to me.
Kelly frowned at his language and looked down at his shorts. They bulged
out obscenely. It looked like he had stuffed a baseball bat and two
baseballs under his shorts. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Look how hard my cock is," he replied.
"That can't be real."
"Trust me it's real, real huge."
"I don't believe you," she said staring at his crotch.
"I'll prove it," he said pulling his shorts down before she could
protest. He held his cock a foot away from her face as he pressed the
remote like crazy, capturing all the fear, awe, and disbelief written on
her face.
"I don't believe it," she said staring in awe at his fat black
monstrosity. It was a foot long and as thick as her wrist. The head was
as big as a plum and his balls actually were as big as baseballs. His
testicles hung down almost halfway to his knees. His penis was
frightening.
"You can touch it if you want to, but hurry we have to finish up."
Kelly couldn't stop her hands from reaching out to touch his massive
penis. She cupped his balls with one hand surprised at their weight. She
squeezed the head of his cock and watched a drop of liquid ooze out of
the tip. The drop of liquid was almost as much as one of her husband's
orgasms. She was wrong, his penis wasn't frightening, it was
magnificent.
"I don't see what the big deal is," said Ike snapping away on the
remote.
"Your gigantic. I didn't know penises got this big."
"Who me?" he asked. "I'm a little bigger then average," he said knowing
full well that no man he had ever met even came close to him in size.
"But your almost three times as big as my husband," she said suddenly
feeling cheated. It wasn't even the size of Ike's black penis that had
her feeling jealous, it was how hard it got. She had to squeeze her
husband's little penis tight just to get it hard enough to fit in her
vagina. Ike's penis was as hard as a baseball bat.
"You poor thing," he said stroking her hair. "You really don't know how
good sex can be until you've had a big fat cock in your pussy. I'm
surprised you even feel your husband's penis when he's in you. Tell you
what, suck on it and maybe I'll let you fuck me."
Kelly was so used to following Ike's orders that she was leaning forward
with her mouth open when she came to her senses.
Kelly reared back away from Ike's monster penis. She had been so
entranced by it, that she hadn't paid too much attention to what he was
saying. She had actually been about to put a man's penis in her mouth.
She'd never do that, not even with her husband. "I think we should quit
now," said Kelly. She held her arm across her breasts. She was suddenly
a little frightened of the photographer. She watched as Ike- with great
difficulty- stuffed his penis back into his shorts and she breathed a
sigh of relief when it was gone, but she also felt a deep sense of loss,
knowing that she would never see it again.
"Sorry Mrs Johnson," he said. "I'll just go bring up the pictures on the
computer and you can pick out which ones you want to show your husband.
Give me about fifteen minutes."
Kelly's stomach was fluttering when she went into the bathroom and threw
a robe on over he white lingerie. Her hands were shaking and she was
completely disgusted with herself. Something deep inside her had wanted
to put the young black man's penis in her mouth. She was mad at herself
for drinking too much and getting carried away, but mostly she was mad
at her husband. If Ike's penis was slightly above average, then her
husband's penis must be a pygmy or something. James had money and power,
but compared to Ike, he wasn't even half a man. She knew one thing
though, the image of that big black penis would forever be imprinted on
her brain.
"You can go look at the pictures now," said Ike returning from the den.
"They're even better then I'd hoped. I think we should show all of them
to your husband.
Well they better be good enough to give my worthless husband at least
one erection on our anniversary, thought Kelly as she headed out of the
room to her computer system.
James reloaded the camera's and changed the video tape. He then walked
over to the snobby bitches bed and hid the camera remote under the
pillows. He pulled his shorts and shoes off. He then laid down on the
big white bed completely nude and waited for the star of his show. Well,
the best supporting actress maybe, the star was between his legs.
Kelly sat down before the computer and looked at the pictures. She felt
bile rise in her throat when she saw the pictures. The screen was filled
with pornography. There was a giant black penis-just like Ike's- poised
behind some sluts rear end. What kind of a pervert had she let into her
house. Kelly was reaching for the phone to call the police when she saw
the next picture.
Her scream of horror echoed through the big mansion when she saw Ike's
big penis pointing down at her open mouth as she laid on the bed with
the mask on. Kelly screamed again, a little less loudly, and started to
cry. She erased the pictures and tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't
hold her weight. What had she gotten herself into?
Fifteen minutes later, she Mandingo Teen Humiliated Cuckold other email address." And it listed her AOL address. Folks, I nearly passed out. Now I had a problem. The plan I had was to actually set something up and see if she would got through with it. By now, this had become a sort of obsession. The thought of her doing it with a guy like that now had gone beyond a concern to something I kind of hoped to see.
I started thinking this might lead to swinging or some other fun stuff. But I didn't want her fucking any black friends or associates of mine. I needed a stud. I put out some internet ads on a couples sex-related websites looking for black stud to fuck the shit out of my wife, gave her description and said I would send
photo for those interested, but stressed they had to be hung, they had to be able to last a long, long time
and get it up repeatedly. Of course, I got about 100 responses. Everyone's hung, everyone can last forever, everyone can go all night. Even white guys and two girls responded. I got discouraged, but also had a voice mail going on this live-talk line called One-to-Onethat advertised for something similar.
One message I got was intriguing. It was from a 23-year-old out-of-work actor, who said he would do it for money and wanted to see her picture first. I left him a message saying I would send him a photo if he had an email address. He gave it to me (part of it had the words blkstud in it ... give me a break). I sent a photo of her which was taken quite a while ago by a studio and had been slightly enhanced. She really looked hot in this. She doesn't quite look so hot now, but close enough. "David" wanted to know what I was up to and what I wanted him to do.
I never gave him information that would lead back to me, other than an email address no one knew I had. I said talking live on the internet that I didn't want him obviously running off with her, which he laughed about basically, and made light of. He's 23. Come on. He gets different younger, hot women every week. He sent a photo of himself to me. He was very dark complected, short hair, but I guess a woman would say fairly good looking. He was articulate, a college dropout, but seemed to have a kind of nastiness to his attitude. He assured me he was physically equipped for what I wanted and if I wanted I could check. I declined. The next day I sent a photo of "Dave" to Jodi at her home email address saying top secret/personal, along with a note from "Darryl" saying the offer for that hot night or maybe even more than one night still stood. But I threw in an extra: I said that I couldn't wait forever and there were surely other nice 
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pussy was spasming inward around his cock like it was trying to pull
more in and she gave in, pushing seven inches in. She came.
She came again when she decided that there wouldn't be any harm in
taking another inch. She had been squatting up and down over his cock
for a good fifteen minutes now and he was still showing no signs of
nearing orgasm. She was starting to get frustrated. Her legs were
hurting from the exertion and she didn't know how much longer she could
ride him. A part of her wanted his big cock inside her forever as long
as it made her cum.
Ike sensed she was tiring. He reached out his hands between her legs and
around his cock, cupping her ass cheeks. He tensed his muscles up and
started lifting her up and down his cock. He heard her sigh when the
strain was taken off her legs and she relaxed letting him do all the
work. She weighed nothing to him and he easily raised her up and down
eight inches of his cock. She started flailing after a couple minutes
and she came again as he forced her down onto another inch. He watched
her juices running down the three inches of his cock not buried in her
pussy until they reached his pubic hair. Ike started lifting her up and
down his cock as rapidly as he could. He tried to get more in, but it
wouldn't budge past nine inches. Ike raised her up until just the tip of
his cock head was touching the entrance to her pussy and he let go.
Kelly felt a big orgasm coming as Ike lifted her up and down two thirds
of his cock. He held her up so that just the tip was in her pussy and
she squirmed around wanting to cum again, wanting more of his cock in
her. She got her wish.
Kelly saw Ike jerk his hands back, and suddenly there was no support.
She seemed to hover on the tip of his cock for a second and then it was
thrusting back into her as gravity pulled her down.
Kelly felt herself being impaled by Ike's big cock and it triggered her
orgasm. She cried out in pleasure at first and then she screamed in pain
as Ike's entire cock was forced into her. She tried to get it out of
her, but Ike grabbed her hips and held her still. After a couple seconds
she quit struggling. It felt like she had lost her virginity all over
again and in a way she had. Her husband didn't even come close to
filling her like Ike could. She knew things would never be the same with
James from then on. Her pussy was so stretched out that a little penis
like her husband's would never be able to satisfy her and now that she
had orgasmed, she wasn't about to give them up now.
Kelly just sat there impaled by his cock for several minutes as the pain
slowly faded. Her pussy was working furiously to lubricate the invader
and soon she was moving her crotch around in little circles feeling
every square inch of the massive black cock in her pussy.
Ike sat upwards and started licking around her nipples. She came again
when his teeth gently clamped over one of her sensitive nipples. She
felt his strong hands wrap around her ass again and then he rolled her
over.
Kelly found herself completely engulfed by the black man's large torso.
The only exposed part of her body were her long legs wrapped around his
thighs. She felt Ike start to slowly slide his cock in and out for a few
minutes and then the fucking started.
Her pitiful attempt to ride him had just been foreplay compared to the
fucking Ike was starting to give her now. His tempo was increasing until
he was repeatedly slamming his entire cock into her pussy with a speed
that would have gotten her husband off in three strokes.
She started writhing beneath him and her hips were rising to match his
thrusts. She was cumming constantly and she moved her head up to kiss
his chest as a gesture of submission. She felt completely helpless and
dominated by both the size of his body and the size of his cock. She
loved every minute of it.
Kelly reached out from under him and squeezed his ass with her hands. He
had fucked her hard for twenty minutes and she had lost count of the
number of orgasms he had given her. She felt his ass tighten up and she
knew he was getting close. "Cum in my pussy," she cried, but it was
muffled by his chest.
Kelly felt Ike's cock swelling up and she felt another orgasm building
in her womb at the thought him cumming in her pussy. Ike pulled back and
then thrust forward and she heard him bellow like a bull. His cock
jerked and then she screamed in orgasm as his sperm started spraying the
deepest recesses of her pussy.
She could feel his big balls pumping against her thighs and they just
continued shooting sperm up his cock and into her pussy. They must
produce enough sperm for twenty men, she thought, suddenly craving to
taste him again.
Kelly came again and she felt herself giving in to the pleasure. She
passed out.
Ike loved his first taste of white pussy and he didn't want to pull his
cock out, but he noticed she was asleep and didn't want to miss this
opportunity. He yanked his cock out, hearing a big sucking sound as it
left her sperm filled pussy. His cock was still trickling sperm, so he
squeezed the rest out onto her belly, just above the garter. He got off
the bed and ran over to check on the camera's.
The video still had plenty of time, so he just grabbed a camera and
started taking pictures of her pussy. The first pictures he had taken of
her pussy earlier had shown a pretty, well-trimmed, pure, little white
pussy. Now it was a gaping sperm filled hole. Her thighs were red and
there were even rips around the hole in the crotchless panties. These
would make great before and after pictures, he thought smiling. He
snatched some shots of his sperm sliding into her belly button as it
liquified and some more pictures of the contented look on her face as
she slept.
Kelly woke up and stretched. She felt incredible. Her whole body felt
tired and sore, but she also felt satisfied and fulfilled. She looked
over at Ike lying next to her on the bed and her eyes ran over his
incredible body. This black punk could make her feel more like a woman
then her rich husband. Life wasn't fair.
Kelly remembered why she had fucked him in the first place and she tried
not to panic as she looked around for the disk. It was where he had left
it, on the floor by the bed, and she grabbed it and shoved it under the
mattress.
She rolled over and looked at Ike again. Kelly couldn't help herself and
she ran her hand over his muscular chest feeling the hard ridges of his
muscles. She moved her hand on down to his abs, marvelling at how better
his flat, muscular stomach was compared to her husband's paunchy, pale
white one. She remembered what it felt like to be crushed beneath Ike's
incredible body and she found herself becoming aroused again. Her hand
ran down to his cock and caressed it.
Ike's cock was the smallest she'd seen it yet. It was about seven inches
long and only slightly fatter then her husband's. Still it was
impressive. She gently touched the tip and she began tugging on it. It
quickly swelled again and she wrapped her fingers around it and started
stroking the shaft.
Ike woke up to see her blonde head moving down to his cock. He watched
her kiss the tip and then she took him in her mouth again, willingly
this time.
Kelly bobbed her head up and down his shaft for a few minutes before she
had to stop. "Sorry my jaw is sore," she said moving her chin around to
loosen it up.
"Then I'll just have to fuck you again," said Ike sitting up. Kelly
cooed and laid back spreading her legs for him. Ike pushed her over on
her stomach and said, "Get on all fours so I can fuck you like the
slut-bitch you are."
Kelly got up on her hands and knees. This position excited her and she
desperately wanted to feel his big cock pounding into her from behind.
There was so much he could teach her about sex. Her heart was pounding
as he kneeled behind her and pointed his cock at her pussy.
Kelly jumped when his cock touched her labia. "Ow, I'm so sore," she
moaned.
Ike tried to be gentle, but she kept crying out every time he tried to
push his cock in. Biracial Marriages again. He skull fucked my wife, shoving his dick into her mouth as much as he could.
She bent over and he fucked her doggy style, pulled his dick out and took off the condom and cummed on her ass, politely asking before doing it. He told her he would buttfuck her too, but she wasnt into that. She
never is. After about 10 minutes of them laying there and kissing a little and her telling him how great it was (I usually only got "that was nice"), she began sucking his dick and the dude was hard in no time again. She put another condom on and got back up on the pole and began fucking him violently, shaking the bed so hard the headboard hit the wall. As you can expect, I had been playing with myself all along and had lost
my load somewhere between her first orgasm and her putting the second condom on him.
My wife had three more orgasms while fucking him. She had two within about 2 or 3 minutes of each other and he finally came again inside her with her legs high up on his shoulders. She wasn't done. Neither was he. A few more intimate moments led her up the pole again and she rocked the bed while fucking him, once banging it so hard they both started laughing. Then she reminded him he promised to fuck her standing up and he laughed and tried it. Didn't get it done quite right, as he had trouble holding her by the ass cheeks while she had ahold of the back of his neck. "Damn, I can't even move," she said, laughing. Neither could I. I was getting cramps in my legs and if it was possible, would have had one in my cock because it was hard for so long watching her. When they were tired, she asked him if they could get together another time. He told her he would have to get ahold of her, which left her kind of put out. Still, she didn't seem overly angry.
Apparently he gave her a ride to the train station and she connected to get a ride home. I got out of there finally and drove back, making it home long before she did. She called on the cell phone and wanted me to pick her up at the statition to take her home and I told her to get a cab. When she got back I was complimenting her tight skirt and the way she looked, although she did look a bit spent. She seemed to want nothing of my advances and wanted to go to bed. I wouldn't take no for an answer that night and fucked
her, sometimes mercilessly hard. I got her to orgasm twice -- a big thing for her (or until earlier that day).
Sex has never been the same since. I know she would rather be getting big black cock, but I can accept that knowing it for certain now. Some day Darryl may have to send her another email. 
Katja Kassin try.
Kelly gave the photographer a tour of her house and explained that she
was looking for some bathing suit shots and then some pictures of her in
her wedding dress. The black man said he'd need thirty minutes to set up
and she immediately returned to the bar and fixed another margarita and
then another. Soon a warm glow was spreading throughout her stomach from
the alcohol and she was feeling a little heady.
"Alright Mrs Johnson, all ready to go," the photographer called from the
pool.
Kelly finished her drink and stood up. She walked out to pool and saw
that he had set up three camera's pointed at the steps leading down into
the pool.
"Ok ma'am," he said. "Strip down to your suit and go over to the steps."
Ike frowned when she walked over to the small enclosed shower to change.
He frowned again when she came out with a towel wrapped around her.
"Ready when you are," he said and she dropped the towel. He couldn't
believe the lame one-piece suit she was wearing. He had been expecting a
bikini, but this thing looked like something women wore in the 1920's.
Still, it couldn't hide what had to be the sexiest body he had ever seen
on a woman. What looked like huge nipples were poking out the material
of her top and her breasts were mouth-watering. "Now slowly walk into
the water," he said.
This was the hardest thing she had ever done and she shivered as she
slowly walked down the steps of the pool. The black man stayed huddled
behind the tripod snapping pictures as she slowly emerged herself up to
her thighs.
"Now swim over to me," he said following her progress across the pool
with his camera. "Perfect. You look beautiful. Now haul yourself out and
sit on the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water."
She did as he said and the black man bent down and put his hands on her
shoulders adjusting them to his liking, then he threw her hair around
one shoulder. It was the first time any man other then James had touched
her. She found she didn't really mind. It wasn't like this young black
man was a peer of hers or anything and the pose would make a nice
picture.
"Nice," he said snapping a few shots. "Now come on out and lay on your
side on this cot."
Kelly got out of the pool and almost stumbled as the heat of the day
caused all the alcohol to rush to her head. She was grateful to sit back
down on her deck cot. She moved the back down so it was flat and she
laid down. The photographer kneeled and snapped a few shots then he
sighed loudly.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Well, I don't want to sound to forward, but that bathing suit looks
like something my grandmother would wear. I know these pictures are for
your anniversary and if your looking to really excite your husband, you
need to wear something a little sexier."
Kelly sighed. The black man was right. She had worn this bathing suit
around her husband before and he hadn't paid any attention to her then
so why should he now? "Ummm,"
"Ike," he said.
"Yes Ike," she repeated his name. "Your right, but I don't own anything
else."
"Your in luck," he replied. "We supply a selection of outfits at no
additional cost. Let me go get them."
Kelly watched him run out of the house to his car. She hadn't expected
this. She needed more confidence, so she went into the house to make
another drink. It was hot, so Kelly thought it would be nice to make
whats-his-name a drink too. He came back carrying a couple boxes when
she was hall-way through her margarita. She handed him his drink.
"No thanks, I'm underage," he said.
No problem, thought Kelly, I'll drink it.
Go put this on," he said handing her a box.
She peeked inside. The box contained one of the smallest bikini's she
had ever seen. "I can't wear this," she said looking at the eye-patched
sized cups, "I mean, I can't wear something someone else has worn."
"I can assure you that all our clothes are brand new and have never been
worn. They have even been washed several time," lied Ike. He had bought
everything yesterday at the Salvation Army for $5. "At least go try it
on." Ike saw she was still hesitating and added,
"Trust me Mr Johnson. I know my stuff. My pictures have probably saved
more marriages then a marriage councilor."
"There's nothing wrong with my marriage," said Kelly as she tucked the
box with the bikini under her arm and marched off to the shower to
change. The damn black man knew just the right thing to say.
Kelly entered the shower and closed the door. She slid her one-piece off
and laid it over the rim of the shower enclosure. She picked up the
bikini top and examined it closely. She could barely figure out how to
put it on. Finally she figured it out and her shaky fingers managed to
tie the sides. The top was about one size too small and it only covered
about one third of her breasts. Her damn nipples were rock hard too and
they stretched the material out even further. The panties were even more
confusing. It was all strings except for one narrow piece of fabric. She
decide the fabric was supposed to cover her pubic hair and she stepped
into it, tying the sides. Kelly looked down at her body. She couldn't
get a good view in the narrow enclosure, but she knew the bikini was way
too revealing and she couldn't where it out to the pool. She reached up
to grab her one-piece. IT WAS GONE! Kelly frowned and assumed it had
fallen over the wall. She stooped and looked under the enclosure, but it
was nowhere to be seen. She decided it was a sign that she should go
through with this and marshaling her courage she stepped outside the
shower.
Kelly immediately noticed her suit lying over the back of a chair drying
in the sun. The black man was fiddling with his camera. She assumed her
suit had blown down and the photographer had thrown it over the chair to
dry. She wasn't surprised to see that he had taken his shirt off since
it was an extremely hot day, but she was surprised to see he had the
most muscular chest she had ever seen. Kelly hadn't seen so many muscles
in one place before and found herself wishing her husband had a quarter
of the black man's muscles. She forced her eyes off his chest and up to
his face. He was handsome in a brutish way. He had a shaved head, flat
nose, and big lips. He was also one of the darkest black men she had
ever seen. "What's next?" she asked.
Ike had forced himself not to react when he saw the beautiful women in
the bikini walk out of the shower. He felt his big cock stiffen up when
he saw her bare ass and her breasts jiggiling in the little g-string.
"Well now that your properly attired, I think we should re-do the other
poses," he said. "Lets try walking down the steps again.
Kelly felt a cool breeze on her rear and looking back she realized her
posterior was bared to the world. One of the strings on the bikini
bottoms was sliding up between her cheeks. She was a little surprised to
find that the bikini was actually quite comfortable. She found wearing
it to be... liberating.
Kelly ran through the same poses she had in the last shoot. The one
exception being that the photographer had her duck under the water and
took some shots of her bursting out of the pool. She found she enjoyed
following his orders
He had just finished taking pictures of her lying on her side on the
cot, when she heard him yell, "Damn."
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"My shirt just blew in the water. Please keep an eye on me while I fish
it out. I can't swim."
Ike walked behind the cot, so that Kelly was facing away from him and he
grabbed the pool net off the wall. Now or never, he thought reaching
into his shorts pocket for the camera remote. He concealed the remote in
his hand and through the net over his shoulder. He hit the remote and
snapped some pictures of him walking behind Mrs Johnson.
The black guy walked past her and he began trying to net his shirt from
the pool. Kelly kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't fall in. Her
eyes kept wandering down his chest and she forced them back up to his
face. Staring at the chest of an eighteen year old black man wasn't
proper for a thirty year old, White Men Black Cock french kiss. Shocking, but
totally hot. She had her hands on his ass in a matter of seconds and he was kissing her neck. Then Darryl, for some reason, said, "Jodi baby, am I your first brutha?" The answer confirmed something I had suspected almost 2 decades. "I have waited SO long to get fucked by a black guy I can't believe it," she said.
There it was. There would be no backing out and there was the answer to the big question about that crotch watching. She kissed him again, and ran her hand straight down the middle of his body down to his crotch, rubbing there and going, "oh, wow." "You haven't even got in my pants yet," he told her. "I'm not waiting any longer to get there," she laughed. With that, my wife dropped to her knees, tossing back her blonde hair as it fell in her face, and reached up to undo Darryl's button and zipper. He kicked off his pants, and was
wearing black boxers. They got in a lip lock and I heard her gasping for breathe, panting really. Then they moved over more by the bed where I had a better look. She sort of leaned on him to knock him back down onto the bed and was on top kissing him. She was over him and he reached up and began massaging my wife's tits through her top. She began to moan. She put up her arms and he pulled off her top revealing that black
teddy.
He pulled the straps to the side so they slid down to her elbows and her rack popped out. "Nice," he said, and began playing with them. He got up to his knees and began kissing them and lickign the nipples. Then she reached out, put a hand on either side of his waist and pulled down the boxers. "Fuck," said my wife, who couldn't get her self to say the word any other day. "Shit man," I was thinking. David/Darryl wasn't eight or nine inches in a million years. He had to be at least 11 or 12. This big black snake was hanging down a little, waiting to strike. "You like?"he asked. No answer, she had her mouth wide open in amazement with a sort of grin on it, then on the head, and tried sucking it and licking it. "God damn Darryl, look at the size of your balls!" my wife said, giggling as she licked up from them to the head of his cock. I can't say Ive ever seen one that big. Maybe those guys in pornos or something.
He had reached around and undone the zipper on that skirt and she kicked it off, revealing the Teddy and the thigh highs. She kicked off the shoes and started giving him head. "Go for it Jodi," he told her. I watched her hand, with her wedding ring on it, going up and down on his shaft as she jacked it while sucking it. "About like your husband's?" he said. She