18 Inch Black Cock "Jesus, I'm glad your home. Get in bed and fuck me."
Jerry looked at his sexy wife sitting on the bed with the dirty story
magazine lying next to her.
She was nude and had her legs spread wide. He could see the light
reflecting off the moisture between her legs. He stripped off his suit
and was inserting his hard dick into her pussy in less then a minute.
Her nails dug into his back as he slammed his dick repeatedly into her
hot pussy. Jerry came quickly, but he was a generous lover, making sure
she climaxed just before he did.
Terri climbed out fom under him and went to go clean up. "Thank god for
dirty stories," he muttered patting the forum magazine. Their sex life
had gone down the tubes during ten years of marriage until he had
introduced his once shy and conservative wife to porn stories. They had
gone from fucking once a month to three times a week.
She had even loosened up, talking dirty, dressing sexier, even wearing a
tiny bikini to the beach last year. He grabbed the magazine and started
reading. He was finding the stories she liked eclectic, but all had one
thing in common, big cocks. Every story featured dominate men with nine,
ten, or even foot long cocks fucking the women to countless orgasms.
"Honey, do I satisfy you?" he asked when she came out of the bathroom.
"That's easy to answer after the orgasm you just gave me."
"Then why do all your stories involve big penises?"
"It's just the idea of being dominated by a man with a large penis that
really excites me."
Jerry was proud of his six and a half inch dick. It was plumper then
average and had never let him down. "You know that penises that big
don't exist outside these stories don't you?"
"I know. It's just a turn on up here," she tapped her head, "down there
isn't designed for a foot long dong."
"This is an old magazine," he said looking at the cover. "What happened
to the one I just bought you? It was supposed to contain all hung men
stories."
Terri crinkled her nose. "I read most of the stories and they were good,
but it was all interracial crap."
"Sorry, it didn't look interracial when I bought it."
"I know, false advertising. Just don't buy anything from EIP again.
Er...E&I Publishing. Every story featured wives submitting to black men
Black men all have twelve inch cocks. They all can fuck forever. They
all cum gallons of sperm. What crap. Just the thought of sleeping with a
dirty black man gives me the creeps."
"This is New York honey. You need to leave that Southern racist crap
behind you."
"I know. I don't want to sound like my father either."
"Good. Besides, I've seen blacks in the gym shower and none were bigger
then me. In fact, I've only seen one man bigger then me."
"Who's that?"
"Al."
"Al!" she exclaimed. Al was Jerry's college roommate and still his best
friend. He lived about a half hour away, but was so busy they only saw
each other once a month when they played poker.
"Yeah, it's about eight inches. I've seen it many times back in college
when he and Shelly were still dating. It's not as thick as mine, just
longer and kind of skinny." Jerry did not like the look he saw in his
wife's eyes.
"An inch and a half longer then yours,"said Terri looking off into
space. "Al fits the stereotype. He's fit, muscular and kind of
obnoxious. He's probably slept with a lot of women to get that cocky
attitude."
"To be honest, Shelly is the only woman Al's ever been with."
"Really? Al was a virgin when he met Shelly. I'd never have guessed it."
Terri grabbed his dick and started tugging it. She was so horny, she
wanted to go at it again.
******************
Jerry was spent after their second round of sex, but couldn't sleep. He
was worried about his wife's fascination with big cocks. He should never
have told her about Al. Back in College, he had watched Al and Shelly go
at it while he pretended to sleep. Al had held his long dick up for
Shelly as she lowered herself over his shaft. She had ridden him like a
mad woman and Jerry was sure she had cum several times. He started
picturing Terri riding Al's cock. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of
her sleeping with another man, but the image did turn him on and he felt
his spent penis stiffen a bit. He brought Al up again the next night at
dinner. "Honey, I had a dream last night that you were sleeping with
Al."
"Oh," she said blushing. 18 Inch Black Cock and
ultimately St Martin. The Captain came on over the speaker warning it
was going to be a little bumpy for awhile. The plane suddenly dropped as
it hit a pocket of turbulence and Ali gasped with fear. "Whew, said
Jack, "Maybe they should put Velcro on the roof of this thing in case my
seatbelt snaps, huh Mikey?"
Mike turned white. Jack couldn't have heard him tell that joke could he?
Mike and Mr Gilbert had been in the bathroom. Mike wasn't comfortable
going next to another man so he was waiting for the boss to finish. Mr
Gilbert had just finished saying he didn't have great expectations for
the new color they'd just hired. Looks more suited to field work if you
get my meaning. Mike agreed, then asked his boss, "You know how they
keep black kids from jumping on their beds?" His boss shook his head and
Mike finished, "Put Velcro on the ceiling." They laughed and turned to
see Jack standing in the doorway. The boss quickly zipped up and left
while Mike went up to the urinal to pee and of course couldn't because
Jack took the one next to him. Mike just focused on the wall hearing a
powerful stream of piss filling Jack's urinal. "How old are you Mike?"
asked Jack. Jack said he was 29, and Jack said. "Judging by the size of
your penis, I'd a thought you were a lot younger, just a little boy."
Mike looked down confused. His penis was five inches erect and about two
now. He'd never given it any thought, not being in the habit of
comparing men's dicks, but then he saw the hose attached to Jack's body.
It was eight inches soft and still shooting urine. From that day on,
Jack always called him Mikey and treated him like he was a little boy.
"Look both ways crossing the street, Mikey." "Can I buy you an ice cream
cone, Mikey?" "Guess who nailed the Cleaver account while you were at
recess, Mikey?
The turbulence calmed and Ali breathed a large sigh of relief. "Let me
buy us some drinks to calm down," said Jack as the flight attendant
started moving down the aisle with the beverage cart.
"It's a bit early for drinks," said Mike checking his watch. It wasn't
even noon.
"Lighten up man, this is vacation. Besides, I'm sure she won't check
your I.D."
Ali looked confused by Jack's comment. Mike had never told her about
Jack's constant belittling of him. "I'll have a bloody mary," she said.
"Beer, I guess," said Mike not wanting to be a party pooper.
Fours beers later, Mike was snoring softly with his head resting against
the window. Ali was on her second drink and got up to go to the
bathroom, awed by the fact her eyes only came up to Jack's broad chest
as he stood to let her out. No one saw Jack pull a small vial falsely
labled insulin out of his wallet and divide the contents between the
couple's drinks.
Mike dozed off again after another drink when they switched to a smaller
plane at San Juan airport. Jack was complaining again about being alone.
"Mikey's so lucky to have a beautiful woman like you to go away with,"
said the black man. Once again, Mike found it odd, Jack was stuck alone.
Jack was so popular with the women, but then maybe all those white
tramps had come to their senses about him? Mike fell asleep feeling a
bit better about himself. After all he had the hot wife and Jack would
be stuck roaming the island alone.
"Look Jack," said Ali feeling sorry for the black man. "Feel free to
hang out Interracail Mandingo Vid doing this Terri," said Bernie. "I haven't had a woman get
me off since my wife threw me out."
Terri smiled at him sadly. It felt good to be helping this
down-on-his-luck guy out. Terri undid his pants and reached in, grabbing
his penis. It felt shrunken and small. She pulled it out and stretched
it. Hard, it wouldn't be that big, probably smaller then her husband's.
She tugged on it a couple times.
"Sorry, must be nerves," said Bernie.
She nodded. Terri knew what he was talking about. She could feel all the
other men's eyes on the back of her head. The little thing needed
heating up. She bent forward and took him in her mouth. His entire cock
easily fit in her mouth as she sucked and squeezed it between her lips.
She finally gave up and looked at him.
"Jesus, not again." He was crying.
"I'm sorry," Terri whispered, knowing now one of the reasons his wife
had thrown him out.
"What's wrong man?" asked Willie as Bernie quickly put his dick away.
"I don't know."
"Here's your chance man."
"Leave me alone."
Wilie watched a dejected looking Bernie return to the table. "Why don't
you go?" he asked slapping Benny on the back hard enough that the little
man winced.
"I-I'm not sure about this," said Benny.
"Get the fuck over on that couch," Willie barked and Benny jumped. "A
bet's a bet. You gotta see your part through."
Benny was red faced as he walked over and sat on the couch. "You don't
have to do this if you don't want to," he told her. He couldn't even
look her in the eye. "My wife doesn't do this," he said softly, but loud
enough that Willie overheard.
"You make her do it, wimp," said the black man.
Terri undid Benny's pants and pulled out his penis. It was worse then
Bernie's. His penis was no bigger then her thumb. His balls were all
shrunken and shriveled like her husband's when it got cold.
"Fuck," said Willie looking over her back. "I've seen tequila worms
bigger then that."
"Sorry Terri," said Benny stuffing his penis back in his pants. "This
isn't going to work. Not with him standing there. I'm leaving fellas."
"Where ya going Benny? Stick around for the main event. Don't you want
to see what those white lips look like wrapped around a hard black
cock?"
"Will you shut up asshole," she shouted turning and looking up at him.
Benny stopped at the door. All the men except Willie were looking at her
like she was crazy. They all seemed scared of Willie. Kneeling naked at
his feet, she understood why, but there were four of them. Benny left a
minute later.
Willie smirked down at her. "Al, your up next." He returned to the poker
table.
Al walked over and Terri threw an excited glance at her husband. Her
hands were shaking as she hurried to remove his pants. She pulled his
entire pants and underwear down wanting a chance to see his balls too.
Terri was disappointed. Al's penis was as shrunk as the others. She
tugged on it, stretching it out. It did look like it would be bigger
then Jerry when hard."
"Sorry," said Al sheepishly. "I've fantasized about this for years. I
don't know what's wrong with me. I've never seen it this small. Maybe
some other time?"
Terri shook her head. "It's now or never," she said. Al nodded and stood
up, returning to the table.
'What a bunch of wimps,' she thought. She was beginning to believe she
wouldn't have to suck anyone off this night. Maybe, it was god's way of
stopping her from making a mistake? If god had wanted her to do it, he
would have made them get erections.
Willie slid a hundred dollar bill from his pile over to Al. "Here, take
this and get yourself some viagra." Al crumbled up the bill and threw it
back. "Alright Jerry," said Willie. "Your up. I hope you do better then
these losers. I need someone to loosen her throat up for me."
Jerry threw Willie a mean look. He didn't need the black man's
permission to go get a blow job from his wife. Jerry walked over to the
couch. He couldn't feel his penis stirring. In fact, he felt no sexual
desire at all. Terri looked sick looking up at him. She probably
realized the black jerk was up next. Terri reached up and took out his
familiar penis.
"Damn," said Willie. "I thought you said she was good at blow jobs. No
way is she any good with just that little thing to practice on."
"You too," said Terri looking confused at her husband's shrunken penis.
"Sorry dear. I'm just so Wives Cuckold
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and right now he had absolutely no sexual desire at all. Ali and he had
been virgins when they met and Ali had been impressed when she saw his
dick hard for the first time. Mike enjoyed it when she called him Mr
Big. "Maybe in the morning, honey. I'm gonna take a shower, then call it
a night."
"I'm going to step out on the balcony for a moment." Ali unpacked her
robe and put it on. She opened the sliding glass door and walked out
into the cool night air. They were on the fifth floor of a resort on the
Dutch side of the island. The view showed the pool, some palm trees, the
pale white beach, and the moon reflecting on the clear blue Carribean
sea. "It's beautiful," she said.
"And it just got even more beautiful," said Jack.
Ali turned to look at the black man. He was sitting in a chair on his
balcony puffing on a Cuban cigar, he'd insisted on purchasing as soon as
they landed. Jack was wearing shorts and had thrown a white tank top
that hugged his muscular torso and left his arms bare. "What are you
doing out here, Jack?"
"Enjoying my smoke, before heading down there," he said pointing his
cigar down at the tiki bar around the pool. About a dozen people were
hanging out there laughing and having a good time. "Then I might hit the
casino. What are you doing out here? If I'd brought a sexy babe with me
on vacation I wouldn't be out on the balcony till the next morning,
maybe even the afternoon."
Ali smiled sadly. "Mike's in the shower. He's tired from the flight and
were gonna call it an early night. Join us on the beach tomorrow."
"I'll see you there. Hey, if you're not tired, sneak down and meet me at
the tiki bar. Mikey needn't miss his nap time."
"Sounds like fun, but I think I'll call it a night too."
Ali entered the room and slipped naked into the bed picking up the
paperback she'd brought with her. Mike soon came out of the shower and
joined her in bed. He kissed her, then rolled over and started snoring.
Ali couldn't concentrate on the book so she turned her light out. She
couldn't sleep either and turned to stare at the balcony where she could
just make out the steel drum music coming from the bar. Dammit! This was
no way to spend the first night of vacation. She should be downstairs
enjoying herself or better yet, making love to her husband. She was
still horny and her thighs were damp. Plus, her nipples had remained
hard since Puerto Rico. They were even starting to ache a little.
Ali snuck out of bed and pulled her sundress on. With out underwear, her
nipples were clearly visible through the material, but hell, she didn't
know anyone downstairs except Jack. She walked out on the balcony to see
if he was still at the bar. He was. The big black man was down at the
bar wearing a straw hat and holding a tropical drink with a pineapple
wedge stuck in it. He was also dancing between two older women. He would
dance facing one, then turn and face the other while their husband's sat
nearby at a table talking and drinking beer.
Jack hadn't even been there a half hour and already he'd made friends.
He flexed and the two women touched his biceps. Ali decided not to
disturb him and returned to join her husband.
**************
Mike woke up as his wife fondled his penis. It continued to remain as
limp as it had last night. "Sorry, honey. I don't know what's wrong with
me. Must be all Interracial Reverse Gangbang Craving Black Cock her what a pleasure it was to meet her.
"Terri, likes to help out during the game, serving beer and snacks.
Actually, she just doesn't want me messing up the kitchen. Honey, why
don't you get us some beer and a coke for Bernie. We'll get started."
"Can I see you for a minute in the kitchen?"
"Of course," said Jerry following his wife.
"Well this just ruins everything," she said when they were out of
earshot.
"Want to call it off?"
"Yeah. I can't do this in front of a black guy."
"Alright, we'll do it next time the game's at our house. I'm sorry."
"Me too. I was really looking forward to this. It would have been the
wildest thing I've ever done."
"Maybe, I'll come up with another plan. Maybe, Al will stay here after
the other leave and we can cut the cards or something. Let's see what
happens."
Jerry went back out to the dining room table and the game commenced. The
deal made it's way around the table with everyone but Benny winning a
hand. The pot got up past fifty several times and Willie lucked out
winning them both.
Several hours, beers, and sandwiches later, the game was still going
full force. Everyone was still playing, though Bernie and Benny were out
quite a bit. The current hand had been cutthroat with everyone folding
except for Al and Jerry. "That's more then I have," said Jerry as Al
raised him.
"That's too bad buddy. If you can't come up with something to cover you,
this sweet pot is mine."
Terri had come out to gather up some empty cans. Jerry glanced at her
and said, "Maybe, I can offer you something else?"
"Like what?"
"How about a blow job from my wife?"
Everyone gasped, including Terri. Benny turned crimson with
embarrassment. "Are you kidding me?" asked Al.
"He's joking," said Terri.
"No, I'm not. Honey, let me speak with you in the kitchen for a moment."
They left the room.
"You're crazy. No way am I going to do anything with that jungle bunny
watching."
"You won't do anything. Look at this hand. It's a full house. It's my
best hand all night. If I'm wrong you live out your fantasy. If I'm
right, there's three hundred dollars in that pot. It's win-win."
"Alright, on one condition. I give it to Al after the others leave. That
way no one sees us, but you."
"Agreed."
Jerry returned to the table and told them the conditions. "Ok, I see
your raise with a blow job from Terri and call."
"Flush, ace high." said All laying his cards down. His hands were
shaking and he kept glancing at Terri in surprise"
Jerry felt elated, relieved, and a little disapointed as he laid his
full house down. Al even looked relieved afterwards. Everyone, but
Willie had been holding their breaths and they let it out as Jerry swept
up the pot. Willie stood and said he was going to grab another round.
Willie hurried grabbing the drinks. He pulled out a little vial of the
X-cite/anti-vagra potion, he kept just for such an opportunity as this.
He poured several drops into each man's drink. It was enough to make
them impotent for a month. He saw Terri had a glass of wine sitting on
the counter. He debated drugging he,r to make her horny, but decided he
wanted a challenge. He had already moved into Bernie's house, knocked up
his wife, and fucked several more housewives thanks to the X-cite. He'd
just rely on the pheromones his cock gave off. Willie returned, giving
every man his drink.
The game went around the table again with Willie taking some of Jerry's
recent winnings. Terri had disappeared, seemingly too embarrassed after
the bet. Finally Bennie said, "Look, this hasn't been my night, though
it's been an interesting evening. I think I'm going to cut out with my
loses."
"Wanna make this the last hand?" asked Willie as everyone folded except
for the black man and Jerry.
"Sure." Jerry wanted to win some of his winnings back. Either way, he
was going to come out on the plus side.
"Care to up the ante?"
"I'm game."
"Then I raise you everything." Willie pushed his entire pile of chips
into the center of the table.
"I don't have that much," said Jerry. He had two kings and two queens.
One card away from another full house.
"I'll take the same deal you offered Al."
Everyone gasped again. Jerry turned white. "I know my wife. She won't go
for it."
"How good are your wife's blow jobs?"
"Pretty damn good."
"That's gotta be worth another two hundred dollars then." Willie 
Mandingo 10 Black Cock Loving Jack. Oh, I guess I
should of asked you first. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not. Just get the steamed shrimp up to his room and I'll keep
a seat at the bar open."
Ali got Mike to their door. "You gonna be ok down there with him?"
"Of course. Jack seems a perfect gentlemen. He's not like most of them."
"They're all the same, baby, all of them. Don't go anywhere there's no
people around."
Jack had a drink waiting for her when she got downstairs. They sat and
talked together for awhile before some couples started dancing. "Care to
dance?" he asked.
"Love to." Ali stood and the two started dancing with the crowd. Ali
always enjoyed dancing, but Mike hated it, so she never got many
opportunities to strut her stuff. Jack was a good dancer and they danced
several songs together. A slow song came on and Jack grabbed her before
she could head back to the bar. One big black hand wrapped around her
back and pulled her close. Ali gave in and laid her head against his
chest.
Something large was pushing hard into her belly and she assumed he had
something in his pocket. The thing expanded a little and shifted. She
pictured the large bulge she'd seen underwater through her mask. Ali
pulled back and Jack let her go. Ali returned to the tiki bar and
ordered them two more drinks as they sat.
"How come you don't have a girlfriend?" she asked. "Mike says you're
quite the ladies man at work."
"That's cause I don't get many second dates," Jack said laughing.
"Why not? You seem perfectly nice, good looking, well built, fun to be
around." Everything Mike isn't popped into Ali's mind and she supressed
the evil thought.
"I'd rather not say, but it is a rather BIG problem I have"
The two stayed and had more drinks. Ali was leaning against Jack as they
walked back to their rooms. "I had a perfectly nice evening," he said
leaning down to kiss her on the cheek, but Ali drew back. "What's wrong,
don't want to be kissed by a black man?"
"No, that's not it, you just caught me off guard." Ali turned just as he
leaned down again, but the kiss fell on her lips. She pulled back,
giggling. Jack was grinning to, but his eyes stared into hers. They were
serious looking, predatory even. "Good night," she said.
"Good night. See you tomorrow?"
"Maybe for dinner, we're going shopping."
Ali entered the room and leaned against the closed door. She was
breathing heavily and as horny as she'd ever been all trip. She used the
bathroom, then slipped into bed beside her sleeping husband. Ali stared
at the ceiling unable to sleep. When Jack kissed her, she had realized
something she never would of believed three days ago, she was attracted
to a black man. If she hadn't been married and as horny as she'd was,
she could very well have been going back to his room tonight. Thank god
she was married.
When she did sleep, she dreamed she was snorkeling, swimming away from a
gigantic black eel which was closing in on her, always getting closer.
**************
The next day was cloudy with light rain which made Mike very happy he
wouldn't be getting any more sun. The Boyers spent the day shopping and
touring Philipsburg, the Dutch capital. Ali was very pleased that for
the first day this vacation, she actually had a good time with her
husband and for awhile she forgot about Jack.
When they got back to the hotel, Jack had left a message My Wife Black Cock her ass, then his thumb, then two fingers
which were as thick as a normal man's penis. When he had loosened her
up, he emptied the bottle along his shaft and positioned the head
against her anus.
Terri woke up as pain shot up her spine. Willie was pushing forward, her
anus stretching wide around his cock head. Just when she thought it
would tear her in two, he got it all in and her anus closed around it,
only to stretch out again as the shaft entered her. The lotion helped a
little, but the pain was still so bad that tears rolled down her eyes.
Strangely, she never once cried out for him to stop.
As the pain faded, she began to enjoy it. It wasn't so much a sense of
pleasure as it was one of satisfaction. She enjoyed being used by
Willie. Being subservient to a dominant male gave her more sexual
pleasure then she had ever experienced.
Terri briefly saw Jerry appear in the doorway and stare at them in
horror. Willie tossed the crushed, empty bottle of lotion at him and
yelled, "get the fuck out of here." Jerry retreated.
Willie tried hard, but was never able to get more then nine inches
shoved down her ass. Terri begged him for it all, but it just wouldn't
go any further. Eventually, he came, pumping her ass full of as much
sperm as he had cum the two times earlier. He seemed to have a never
ending supply, like his balls produced it faster then he could ejaculate
it.
********************
Jerry woke up on the couch to the sounds of his bed squeeking. He had
slept restlessly all night between listening to the bed and nightmares.
He would have about a hour of peace and quiet, then the bed would start
up again lasting a half an hour, getting louder and louder, with Terri
screaming occasionally. This repeated all night.
He got up late and began cleaning up from last night's poker game. He
saw the face cards under Willie's cushon, just as the black man came
downstairs.
"Give me a ride home Jerry?" asked Willie.
"What's wrong there buddy?" asked Willie once they were in the car.
Jerry had been driving silently, his knuckles gripping the steering
wheel. "You bastard. You cheated."
"Yeah so? I only started after the offer for a bj went to Al.
Jerry knew Willie could kick his ass, but it wasn't like him to back
down. There was something about the black man that made him feel meek.
Jerry was incapable of challenging him, even when he had been fucking
Terri.
"Your wife was just to good to pass up. If it makes you feel any better,
here's your hundred dollars back."
"I lost more then that," said Jerry taking the money, remembering his
big pot and his wife's gaping sperm filled pussy as she laid on the
couch.
"Tough shit. That's all you're getting."
Jerry suddenly realized where they were. "Hey isn't this Bernie's house?
"Yeah, I'm fucking his wife too.
Bernie's wife came out to greet them wearing a bikini. She looked a lot
like Jerri Ryan from Star Trek and Jerry was briefly envious of the
black man. She looked great in the bikini despite the fact that her
belly was starting to bulge. She was pregnant and appeared radiant.
"I want you to know where I live for when your wife wants another fix
from a real man," said Willie
"I somehow doubt that will happen."
"Don't be surprised if you find a lot of things have changed about your
wife from now on.
"I don't think we'll be seeing you again," said Jerry slamming the door.
He sounded sure of himself. He knew his wife, despite last night, Terri
wouldn't let him down. He watched as Bernie's wife ran into Willie's
arms. It was probably his imagination, but he swore the front of
Willie's pants bulged out as they embraced.
********************
'An hour after Willie left and his sperm is still pouring out of my
pussy,' thought Terri walking bowlegged to the bathroom, to sore to care
about the messy trail she was leaving on the floor.
When she returned, Terri saw the interracial magazine she had thrown
away lying in the trash can. Terri rescued it, noticing the cover read:
all true stories. Terri nodded, now believing them. She'd save this one
and throw away the others. A subscription notice for E&I publishing fell
out. She picked it up and started filling it out. She'd mail it today.
Then, she got out a pencil and paper and began writing them about her
own experience. She hoped it would be the first of many stories.
The End 
Friday Blacks On Blondes and
ultimately St Martin. The Captain came on over the speaker warning it
was going to be a little bumpy for awhile. The plane suddenly dropped as
it hit a pocket of turbulence and Ali gasped with fear. "Whew, said
Jack, "Maybe they should put Velcro on the roof of this thing in case my
seatbelt snaps, huh Mikey?"
Mike turned white. Jack couldn't have heard him tell that joke could he?
Mike and Mr Gilbert had been in the bathroom. Mike wasn't comfortable
going next to another man so he was waiting for the boss to finish. Mr
Gilbert had just finished saying he didn't have great expectations for
the new color they'd just hired. Looks more suited to field work if you
get my meaning. Mike agreed, then asked his boss, "You know how they
keep black kids from jumping on their beds?" His boss shook his head and
Mike finished, "Put Velcro on the ceiling." They laughed and turned to
see Jack standing in the doorway. The boss quickly zipped up and left
while Mike went up to the urinal to pee and of course couldn't because
Jack took the one next to him. Mike just focused on the wall hearing a
powerful stream of piss filling Jack's urinal. "How old are you Mike?"
asked Jack. Jack said he was 29, and Jack said. "Judging by the size of
your penis, I'd a thought you were a lot younger, just a little boy."
Mike looked down confused. His penis was five inches erect and about two
now. He'd never given it any thought, not being in the habit of
comparing men's dicks, but then he saw the hose attached to Jack's body.
It was eight inches soft and still shooting urine. From that day on,
Jack always called him Mikey and treated him like he was a little boy.
"Look both ways crossing the street, Mikey." "Can I buy you an ice cream
cone, Mikey?" "Guess who nailed the Cleaver account while you were at
recess, Mikey?
The turbulence calmed and Ali breathed a large sigh of relief. "Let me
buy us some drinks to calm down," said Jack as the flight attendant
started moving down the aisle with the beverage cart.
"It's a bit early for drinks," said Mike checking his watch. It wasn't
even noon.
"Lighten up man, this is vacation. Besides, I'm sure she won't check
your I.D."
Ali looked confused by Jack's comment. Mike had never told her about
Jack's constant belittling of him. "I'll have a bloody mary," she said.
"Beer, I guess," said Mike not wanting to be a party pooper.
Fours beers later, Mike was snoring softly with his head resting against
the window. Ali was on her second drink and got up to go to the
bathroom, awed by the fact her eyes only came up to Jack's broad chest
as he stood to let her out. No one saw Jack pull a small vial falsely
labled insulin out of his wallet and divide the contents between the
couple's drinks.
Mike dozed off again after another drink when they switched to a smaller
plane at San Juan airport. Jack was complaining again about being alone.
"Mikey's so lucky to have a beautiful woman like you to go away with,"
said the black man. Once again, Mike found it odd, Jack was stuck alone.
Jack was so popular with the women, but then maybe all those white
tramps had come to their senses about him? Mike fell asleep feeling a
bit better about himself. After all he had the hot wife and Jack would
be stuck roaming the island alone.
"Look Jack," said Ali feeling sorry for the black man. "Feel free to
hang out 18 Inch Black Cock so pissed off at that ass, I can't concentrate."
"Then get out of the way and let a real man in," said Willie
Willie sat before her and pulled his shirt up over his abs. Despite his
race, she couldn't help but be impressed by his body. Every muscle on
his stomach was perfectly accentuated. She reached up and let her hands
rest on his rock hard stomach before unbuttoning his jeans.
She unzipped him and reached in his briefs. Her hand slid acoss his
pubic hair qwesting for his penis. Another little one, thus proving all
the stories about black penis power false. She couldn't even find it.
Then she saw the growth running down Wilie's leg almost to his knee.
"No way that's real," she said. Wilie just grinned and sat up sliding
his jeans down under his ass. His massive cock was sticking out of his
underwear leg. He pulled them off and his cock shot up, hitting her in
the chin. "Jesus, it's gigantic," said Terri
"I don't believe it," said Jerry staring at the monster cock rearing up
before his wife's face.
"It's obscene," said Al. "I can't watch this. It's midnight anyway.
Shelly will be expecting me." Al looked sympathetically at Jerry and
once again at Terri. She was looking in awe at Willie's cock and was
tentatively touching it. He shook his head and left, wishing it was he
sitting there.
"It's twelve and a half inches if you were wondering," said Willie.
Terri nodded, she had been wondering exactly that. Willie's cock
resembled a thick black flashlight with a slight upward curve. The head
was huge, hard, and plump. The veins traversing his cock were puffy and
prominant. His balls were splayed out on the couch and were the size of
tennis balls. Terri understood now why he had such a big ego. With a
cock like this, he had every right to be arrogant.
"Like it?" he asked.
"It's magnificent."
"Why don't you get started then."
Terri nodded. This was one of her huge cock stories brought to life.
Never had she ever dreamed, she'd be holding a cock this big. Never had
she imagined she would do this to a black man. She leaned forward and
inhaled sharply through her nose. He even smelled masculine. She forgot
everything at that moment, but the big cock waving under her nose. She
puckered her lips and kissed the head.
Terri started by licking all around the head. She teased the pee-slit
with her tongue and licked around the crown. She moved down the shaft,
even licked his balls. Terri kissed her way back up to the tip and took
the head in her mouth.
When Terri had first realized she would have to put a black man's dick
in her mouth, she had decided to hurry, so that it would be over as soon
as possible. Now, after seeing it, she found herself striving to make
this the best blow job ever. She felt privileged to be sucking Willie's
big cock and wanted to show him how much she appreciated it.
Terri bobbed her head over half his shaft, trying to take more with each
thrust. Willie grabbed the back of her head guiding her pace. As more
entered her throat, she took breaks, licking around the tip and jerking
his shaft while she caught her breath. She would then return to sucking
it, taking more each time until her nose touched his pubic hair.
Terri began sucking it furiously until it began to swell. It thickened
up so much she feared, she'd choke to death. She managed to remove all,
but the head just as he came. One second there was nothing, the next,
her cheeks were bulging out from the sperm filling her mouth and some
spilled out, running down her chin. Willie held the back of her head,
until she was forced to swallow. Just as the first wad slid down her
throat the second wad filled her mouth. She swallowed that quickly and
the next. By the time he was finished cumming, she was milking his shaft
for any remaining drops of sperm it might hold.
"Hey Jerry, remember that the next time you kiss your wife," said
Willie. Jerry didn't think he could ever forget it. "Come on, lets
switch places."
Jerry watched Wilie stand up, his cock glistening with saliva was still
plump and swung like a thick black banana between his legs. Willie
pulled Terri up and sat her on the couch. He tugged on the tip of his
cock a couple times until it was hard again. Terri spread her legs wide
as the black man pointed his cock at her pussy. "Hey what are you doing.
You cant't fuck my wife," yelled Jerry when