Blondes Black Dick This is a story of another white husband with a wife who is hooked on black cock. I knew before we
married Brenda had dated black men and was actually dating a black guy when she and I met. The first
couple of months we dated she had also continued to date that same black guy. It wasn't until we started
talking about how we felt love for each other did she stop seeing him. I told her I loved her and knew she
had dated black men and really enjoyed seeing them and that was OK with me. We talked several times
about her dating black men, us getting married and sex over the next few weeks. She knew I had a smaller
sized penis (less than 5") than she had had in the past and while she said that was OK with her, I could
tell she felt unsatisfied when we had sex. She never had orgasms when we fucked and could only have
orgasm with me if I ate her.
Finally, she admitted that she missed a larger cock and would need that to be happy if we married. Being
the voyeur that I was and still am, I told her that if that was what she wanted and needed, I could
accept her seeing other men as long she Blondes Black Dick men are huge. I've
fucked eight of them and there hasn't been a cock under ten inches."
Angie wanted to laugh at the woman's drunken fantasies. "I can assure
you that the male penis doesn't get much bigger then six inches amongst
any culture or race in the world. Ten inch penises are rarities in
nature that occur only amongst a few individuals and never amongst a
small group."
"How do you know? You ever fucked a black guy?"
"I'm an anthropologist and I've participated in several studies of sex
organs on both men and women. Men don't have large penises largely
because women aren't built to accomodate them."
Angie didn't answer the second question. She had only slept with Jim,
but it was none of this drunken fools business.
The woman actually laughed at her. "Be at the North beach tommorrow
around noon and you'll see the truth."
Angie was saved from the drunken fools ramblings by the arrival of Jim
and their being called to go to their table for dinner. Angie was glad
to get away from the woman.
Thier waitress was a French girl who had come here on vacation and
decided to move here. "Where are all the native women?" asked Jim.
"They were all killed during the hurricane. The men who survived were
part of the town's fishing fleet and took refuge at a larger island. The
tragedy is still too recent, the men don't like discussing it." said the
waitress.
They ate dinner and then left the resort riding double on a moped back
to their bungalow. Angie and Jim walked hand in hand along the beach
before retiring for the evening. Angie slid into her husband's arms on
the beach and looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed her.
She pulled him closer. She couldn't remember being this horny. Her
vagina was soaked. Her nipples looked like two little missles under the
halter top. She slid her hand under her husband's shorts and felt around
for his penis. She frowned when she found it, all shriveled up and
shrinking up into his scrotum. It felt tiny as she grabbed the head and
tugged on it a few times to make it hard.
It was Jim's turn to frown. "I'm sorry honey, I must be uncomfortable
doing this outside. Let's go inside."
Inside wasn't any better. "I guess i'm tired from the flight. I'll make
it up to you tommorrow."
Frustrated, Angie rolled over and took along time falling asleep.
Angie woke up extremely horny. She rolled over to see if Jim was up for
some action, but he was already gone. Today was Bill fishing day,
tommorrow was shark, if she remembered correctly. She got up and
showered, before heading down to the beach.
The problem with having an isolated, romantic spot with your husband,
was that when your husband was gone, it was just isolated. Angie quickly
grew bored. She couldn't believe she didn't bring a book to read. She
explored for a while and snorkled for a bit, then decided she wanted to
be around people.
Angie put some flipflops on and a wrap around skirt over her bikini
bottoms, then hopped on the moped and headed for the resort. She had an
early lunch and tried to decide whether to hang out by the pool or head
to a beach. Something nagged at the back of her mind and she remembered
the drunk woman telling her to be at North beach around noon. Angie
thought, why the hell not, asked directions and drove the short distance
to North beach.
The beach turned out to be a pristine little cove inhabited by about
twenty tourists lying around completely naked. Many were European and
didn't seem to mind, but a few looked American and seemed uncomfortable.
Angie noticed every male eye turning on her with interest to see her
remove her clothes. She wasn't sure whether or not to flattered or
embarrassed and decided to be both.
She had never considered doing anything even close to sunbathing nude
before and needed to think abut it. She removed a towel from the moped
and carried it down the beach near the water. Angie laid down and saw
the men's eyes turn away, their faces expressing disappointment at her
not stripping her clothes off. She decided she wouldn't mind an all
around tan on her breasts and surreptiously removed her top. Angie
promptly dozed off.
She awoke hearing the sunbather's gasping and giggling. She blinked away
the sunspots and checked her watch. It was noon, she hadn't been asleep
too long. She sat up, saw what the tourists were looking at and she
gasped herself.
One of the islanders was slowly walking down the beach towards them.
Sunlight glinted off a sweaty nude body covered in muscles. He could
easily have been a heavyweight boxer he was so big. The biggest things
about him were between his legs. The man's genitalia were huge. His
penis was plump and dangled down about ten inches, swinging ponderously
as he walked. His testicles were in a huge scrotum. They looked bigger
then oranges and hung down halfway to his knees.
Angie felt guilty staring at the black man, but she wasn't alone. Every
person on the beach was staring at him. The women looked fascinated, the
men horrified. None of the men came close to the black islander in terms
of phsical perfection. Most were chubby Europeans with shrunken little
penises hiding in the shade under their bellys.
Several women seemed familiar with him and waved Mandingo Xvideos Mandingo Cd legs so nervous I felt like my knees were
knocking together. It had been one thing for her to date before we married, but now even though I had
agreed to it, the moment of truth had arrived. My wife of less than 3 months would soon be leaving on a
date with a black man. Not only would she be leaving on the date with this black man, but I knew, she
knew and I was sure he knew that he would fuck her before the evening was over.
I opened the door to
greet a tall, well groomed black man that looked to be 6 feet tall, weighing about 190 and well built
physique. He was medium skinned dark. James looked at me as I asked him to come in, that Brenda was
still dressing and she would be ready soon. I took him into the den and served him a drink while we talked
and waited for Brenda to be ready. I was amazed at how comfortable and relaxed he was with me. He told
me to relax that Brenda would be fine with him and that the two of them would have a great evening. He
talked about when he and Brenda had dated before we married and how sexy he thought she was. James
even commented on that he Cuckold Creampie
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floor. His precum was almost as much as one of her husband's real
orgasms. "Do you smell something?" she asked.
"No."
Angie sniffed the air around Joseph's penis. She smelled a strong
masculine scent. It didn't stink, it was actually a very enticing aroma.
She could almost sense his need to cum. Her own nipples ached they were
so hard. She had been so caught up in her reasearch that she hadn't been
aware of her own arousal. "Do you masturbate to make it go down?"
"No, I just walk down the beach until I meet a woman to take care of it
for me."
"Your kidding? I'm sorry if I ruined your day."
"The day ain't over Mrs Simpson."
"What do you do if you don't meet a woman?"
"It has not happened yet."
"Joseph, I would like to get a dna sample."
"What do you mean?"
"I would like a sample of your sperm and I'm also interested in seeing
the amount of ejaculate those large balls of yours produce. Would you
masturbate for me?"
"No, my people do not masturbate." Angie's stomach fell with
disappointment. "You can jerk it off for me if you want to see my sperm
that bad.
"What? I couldn't do that."
"Come on lady. Your a scientist. All you have to do is be clinical about
it. My cock won't hurt you. It don't bite."
Angie furrowed her brow and shook her head to clear it. She couldn't
think straight, She couldn't think beyond that foot long rod staring her
in the face. She wanted to touch it. She wanted to make it cum. "Ok,
I'll get some hand cream," she said getting up.
"I'll sit down on the couch and you can kneel between my legs while you
jerk off my cock."
"I was thinking, I would just stand behind you and stroke it for a few
minutes until you ejaculate."
"It's safer my way. You can make sure I cum on my chest instead of your
carpet and I don't know what you're used too, but it will take a lot
longer then a few minutes.
"Interesting. I should time it then and you're probably right about the
position."
Joseph spread his legs and Angie kneeled between them. His huge
testicles dangled over the couch and his penis stood up, angled towards
the ceiling. She squeezed out a dollop of lotion onto her hand and began
coating his cock with it. She had given a hand job to an old boyfriend
in high school. This would be similar, though more clinical, but the
outcome would be the same. She checked her watch and then began stroking
him with her right hand.
Joseph helped her by bucking his hips and thrusting his cock through her
fist. She stared fascinated as the big head thrust up, the pee-slit
opening as his skin stretched out.
Angie's arm quickly grew tired and she switched to her left arm. She
jerked him rapidly hoping he would cum soon, but then slowed to pace
herself as her left arm grew tired.
"Knead my balls. Get my cum churning."
Angie thought that might help so she brought her right hand up and
started gently squeezing his balls. She heard the camera click and
looked up. "Thought you might like a few more pictures," he said.
"Alright, try to get one of you ejaculating."
"Yes ma'am, but I'm not close yet."
He was long past the point any normal man would have ejaculated. "Try to
hurry ok, my arms are tiring."
"Try using both."
Angie nodded and brought her other hand up from his balls. She began
stroking him off with both hands. She bent the shaft down so that it was
pointed at her face and the camera went off again. "Can't you help me at
all? My arms are really tired."
"No ma'am. If they're that tired try using your mouth for awhile."
"No way," she cried, though the thought didn't disgust her like she
thought it would.
"Just put the head in. It'll excite me to see such a sexy lady sucking
my big black cock, that I'll cum quicker." Angie opened her mouth to
protest again and Joseph said, "Here I will help you get moving." He
grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth down right over his
rigid cock. Angie tried to protest, but found she was licking all over
the head instead.
Joseph let go of her head and took some more pictures while she bobbed
her head along the tip of his cock. "Yeah that's it baby. Getting close.
Better suck some more of that big cock in your mouth." He tried not to
look at the mirror and the camera hidden behind it, probably zoomed
in on his cock right now. Being a simple fisherman, it was hard to
believe that people all over the world might be watching him getting a
blow job over the live internet feed. Part of his income depended on the
number of downloads he got and sales of the videos E&I would put
together. So far Joseph had done quite well for himself.
"How is it coming?" she asked taking her mouth off his cock, but
still licking around the tip.
"Not bad, but I've had better," he said. "Some girls know how to suck
your balls dry."
"This angered her. For some reason, she felt possesive of the big cock
in her mouth. Angie began bobbing her head over his cock again. This
time swallowing more with each thrust.
"That's it bitch suck that cock. Here it cums."
Amgie had noticed his cock swelling in her mouth for a few minutes now
and she could feel the big veins pulsing. His entire cock spasmed and
her precious sperm sample was deposited in her belly. Angie Mandingo Man Mixed Relationship she talked about James and her, the more excited I got and she was quick to tell I was turned on. She
told me that even though I had a small dick, she could tell I liked her with black guys because every time
we talked about that I got hard.
She told me he had asked her out for Friday night, he called on Wednesday. She had insisted that he pick
her up at our house so I could meet him. That night we had some of the most erotic sex we had ever had
before or after married while she talked about James and his black cock. She also told me that she would
definitely be having sex with James as part of their date on Friday and that after Wednesday, we would
not have sex until after James had had her. She wanted to rest and be ready for his bigger cock. She also
said that James would want her pussy clean from my sperm.
Thursday was a tense day for us both. I was anxious and concerned what was now starting with my wife.
She was excited and anticipating the eroticism of dating black men again. While we had both slept good
Wednesday night after the great sex we had, Thursday night's 
Cuckold Literature Mandingo Pictures lived in the mainland for years and I can assure you all the black
men I know are like this," said Devon.
"Every study ever done shows no size difference of any signifigence
among the races. I've seen nude black men before and they're all the
same as whites. I think there must be something in your diets."
"What do you want from us?" asked Devon.
"Remove your clothes and let me get some pictures of you. Then I'll need
to measure your erections. Do either of you know how big you are when
erect?"
David shook his head. Devon said," If my understanding of American
measurements is correct, twelve of your inches."
Angie watched them change. "I was wondering how your English got so
good," she said to Devon. He was slowly removing his shirt opening it up
to reveal his muscle covered chest. David had pulled off his speedos
revealing an incredibly thick, dangling cock.
"I moved to New York and ended up working as a lifeguard on Long Island.
I returned home after the disaster. I've met the author of that book you
were reading."
"Lacy Lovelorn?"
"Yes, she lives in Stony Harbor, the town I worked for." His shirt was
completely off and he was slowly opening his shorts. Her eyes followed
his hands as he unzipped and lowered his shorts to show his impressive
coc-penis. She needed to remain clinical. She was a scientist after all.
"Great. Now let me get a picture of each of you." Angie found the film
was almost all used up from her session yesterday with Joseph. She
changed the roll and replaced it taking some close-ups.
"Bring those big c- bring yourselves over here so I can measure and
compare your penises," she said kneeling. All three black men walked
over to her, their cocks hanging right before her face. "Joseph, I don't
need any more measurements from you." He was standing in the middle of
the two other men.
"I thought I could help take pictures for you," he said.
"Good idea. Lets start with you Devon. May I touch your penis?
"Of course. You need to make it hard."
Angie didn't have to do all that much. All three cocks were rising as
she stared at them. She grabbed the tip of Devon's penis and tugged to
get it fully erect. Joseph took a picture as she held the dollar up to
it. She borrowed the camera and took a picture of his testicles, then
turned her attention to David. His wasn't as long, maybe eleven or a
little less, but his was thicker then the other two. Angie noticed that
the masculine smell from yesterday had returned and was stronger, coming
from all three men.
Angie tugged on David's cock watching her hand slide along it's length.
She didn't want to stop stroking it, even though it was completely hard.
She looked over at Devon and was surprised to see her left hand had
never let go of his cock and was slowly stroking it. Joseph's cock was
rock hard and bobbing before her face. "You still need a sperm sample
Angie."
"Yes," she said. As she spoke, Joseph moved forward so that the head of
his cock pressed against her lips. She puckered to kiss it, then opened
her mouth to let him in. Soon she had a huge black cock in each hand and
one in her mouth.
Angie began concentrating on Joseph's cock, trying to swallow more then
yesterday. She was only vaguely aware of Devon pulling back until his
cock was out of reach. She brought her free hand up to massage Joseph's
balls. She still wanted that sperm sample, but also craved swallowing
every drop of his cum.
Angie sighed as Devon began massaging her shoulders and neck. One hand
rubbed her neck while another worked it's way down her back until with
one swift motion, her bikini top fell to the floor. Her sighs turned to
moans as his hands slid around her sides and began stroking her nipples
like they were miniature cocks. Just when her nipples turned so
sensitive, she thought she couldn't take anymore, he released them and
began rubbing her back again. Devon's hands massaged her waist, working
down until they rested on the knots of her bikini bottoms and then they
too fell to the floor.
David pushed his way forward and she turned her attention to his cock.
She kissed, licked, and sucked both black cocks alternating every few
minutes. She was bobbing her head over Devon's cock when he began
pulling back until she had to fall forward on her hands and knees to
keep his cock in her mouth. He sat, then laid down on the floor as she
continued sucking his cock on her hands and knees.
Devon moved between her legs and placed the head of his cock against her
moist pussy lips. He slid the tip along them until they became coated
with her juices and then he pushed forward. He slowly worked more inside
her. Her pussy received him more readily then it had Joseph yesterday
and she feared becoming addicted to these black cocks. "Shit, that feels
good," she moaned as he pushed half inside her. She was already
addicted.
Angie returned her mouth to sucking off David while Devon began pumping
her pussy. The force of Devon's thrusts pushed her forward until her
lips were touching David's pubic hair. She had swallowed him whole, his
thick cock stretching her throat out farther then Joseph's had.
Eventually, Devon worked it all in and she found it hard to concentrate
on David's cock when the orgasms started coming. Black Cock Pregnant pm. Yes Tom, we made love and the sex was
incredible. I do love you but I will need to see James again and I realized tonight how much I have been
missing sex with black men.
That evening started Brenda dating with my permission after we married. That is over 7 years ago that she
started and today we are both submissive with black men and our lifestyle has changed entirely from what
I had anticipated when we married. While our lifestyle is radically different than most white couples,
neither of us would change it for anyone else's. In December of 1998, Brenda gave birth to our first child
and yes she is definitely a baby girl by a black father. But that story is another letter.
We both know that Brenda will have more children and they will be by a black lover. So for those couples
out there that are curious or are thinking about their wives with black men and them having a black baby,
I will tell you that it is a major commitment and step but very erotic. If this is what your wife wants and
you love her, then relax and enjoy the eroticism of this very different lifestyle. 
Cuckold Chat men are huge. I've
fucked eight of them and there hasn't been a cock under ten inches."
Angie wanted to laugh at the woman's drunken fantasies. "I can assure
you that the male penis doesn't get much bigger then six inches amongst
any culture or race in the world. Ten inch penises are rarities in
nature that occur only amongst a few individuals and never amongst a
small group."
"How do you know? You ever fucked a black guy?"
"I'm an anthropologist and I've participated in several studies of sex
organs on both men and women. Men don't have large penises largely
because women aren't built to accomodate them."
Angie didn't answer the second question. She had only slept with Jim,
but it was none of this drunken fools business.
The woman actually laughed at her. "Be at the North beach tommorrow
around noon and you'll see the truth."
Angie was saved from the drunken fools ramblings by the arrival of Jim
and their being called to go to their table for dinner. Angie was glad
to get away from the woman.
Thier waitress was a French girl who had come here on vacation and
decided to move here. "Where are all the native women?" asked Jim.
"They were all killed during the hurricane. The men who survived were
part of the town's fishing fleet and took refuge at a larger island. The
tragedy is still too recent, the men don't like discussing it." said the
waitress.
They ate dinner and then left the resort riding double on a moped back
to their bungalow. Angie and Jim walked hand in hand along the beach
before retiring for the evening. Angie slid into her husband's arms on
the beach and looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed her.
She pulled him closer. She couldn't remember being this horny. Her
vagina was soaked. Her nipples looked like two little missles under the
halter top. She slid her hand under her husband's shorts and felt around
for his penis. She frowned when she found it, all shriveled up and
shrinking up into his scrotum. It felt tiny as she grabbed the head and
tugged on it a few times to make it hard.
It was Jim's turn to frown. "I'm sorry honey, I must be uncomfortable
doing this outside. Let's go inside."
Inside wasn't any better. "I guess i'm tired from the flight. I'll make
it up to you tommorrow."
Frustrated, Angie rolled over and took along time falling asleep.
Angie woke up extremely horny. She rolled over to see if Jim was up for
some action, but he was already gone. Today was Bill fishing day,
tommorrow was shark, if she remembered correctly. She got up and
showered, before heading down to the beach.
The problem with having an isolated, romantic spot with your husband,
was that when your husband was gone, it was just isolated. Angie quickly
grew bored. She couldn't believe she didn't bring a book to read. She
explored for a while and snorkled for a bit, then decided she wanted to
be around people.
Angie put some flipflops on and a wrap around skirt over her bikini
bottoms, then hopped on the moped and headed for the resort. She had an
early lunch and tried to decide whether to hang out by the pool or head
to a beach. Something nagged at the back of her mind and she remembered
the drunk woman telling her to be at North beach around noon. Angie
thought, why the hell not, asked directions and drove the short distance
to North beach.
The beach turned out to be a pristine little cove inhabited by about
twenty tourists lying around completely naked. Many were European and
didn't seem to mind, but a few looked American and seemed uncomfortable.
Angie noticed every male eye turning on her with interest to see her
remove her clothes. She wasn't sure whether or not to flattered or
embarrassed and decided to be both.
She had never considered doing anything even close to sunbathing nude
before and needed to think abut it. She removed a towel from the moped
and carried it down the beach near the water. Angie laid down and saw
the men's eyes turn away, their faces expressing disappointment at her
not stripping her clothes off. She decided she wouldn't mind an all
around tan on her breasts and surreptiously removed her top. Angie
promptly dozed off.
She awoke hearing the sunbather's gasping and giggling. She blinked away
the sunspots and checked her watch. It was noon, she hadn't been asleep
too long. She sat up, saw what the tourists were looking at and she
gasped herself.
One of the islanders was slowly walking down the beach towards them.
Sunlight glinted off a sweaty nude body covered in muscles. He could
easily have been a heavyweight boxer he was so big. The biggest things
about him were between his legs. The man's genitalia were huge. His
penis was plump and dangled down about ten inches, swinging ponderously
as he walked. His testicles were in a huge scrotum. They looked bigger
then oranges and hung down halfway to his knees.
Angie felt guilty staring at the black man, but she wasn't alone. Every
person on the beach was staring at him. The women looked fascinated, the
men horrified. None of the men came close to the black islander in terms
of phsical perfection. Most were chubby Europeans with shrunken little
penises hiding in the shade under their bellys.
Several women seemed familiar with him and waved Blondes Black Dick was surprised that she had married a white man since she had always been
so vocal about how she thought black men were better lovers and in her opinion were much better built.
It was at this point that Brenda entered the room wearing a short skirt, very low cut blouse, heels, and
stockings. She looked both very beautiful and sultry at the same time. I had not seen her wearing this
outfit before. James greeted her with a hug and they both kissed with me standing there. James told her
that she looked great and very sexy. Brenda made it a point to ask me how I thought she looked for her
date with James. My only comment was she was more beautiful than the day I met her. With only a few
more comments and some casual conversation, James said it was time they left as he had dinner
reservations at a very good restaurant and it was time they got going. Brenda gave me a kiss and said she
would be late so I was not to worry. They left holding hands and talking as lovers and old friends. I
watched as he held her car door open and she slipped into his car. I can not describe the erotic and