Sean has been the master of my house and my wife for months now, to say that our lives have undergone a change of style would be an understatement.
In the month to come, even more dramatic changes would be noticeable in my wife and in me. Some readers of this journal have asked why I haven’t taken advantage of Sean’s other woman, Debbie and her offer to hook up. You may rely that I did and I have. In fact, I was there to see Sean’s baby emerge from her womb, and for months after. But that’s another set of journal entries for another day. I will tell you that much of what I have written here is factual. Where I have added to the story, it has been because deep, emotional, personal experiences sometimes blur in the remembering. This has not been an easy story to tell. I thank you for allowing me to share it.
This journal entry documents the change in our marriage, the many bouts of extreme ecstasy my wife experienced with a black lover, and the sexual flowering she has never seemed to have known with me. My journal picks things up from earlier this Spring.
Maggie has been miserable for a month now and with good reason. First, her steady black lover Sean left the area to hide out in Atlanta very suddenly in early May, being chased by 4 of his thug friends to who he owned somewhere in the neighborhood of $20,000. Everyone has an Achilles Heal, and Sean’s is apparently believing can outsmart a roulette wheel. An additional cause for Maggie’s dismay was finding out in February that she was now carrying Sean’s black seed. At the conclusion of my previous set of journal entries, I suggested that Maggie was no longer taking precautions against becoming pregnant.
Sean had pushed her to take his seed and as a woman addicted to black cock, eventually she caved in. I don’t think being impregnated by Sean was something Maggie deeply wanted, and in her own defense I would observe that no woman can sleep with a powerful man night after night, transported to high levels of sexual excitement without bending to his will. The result for Maggie was to become a willing Baby Mama to another one of Sean’s spawn. I think I also have to say that I believe their relationship had begun to move past simple lust into something else. What that something else was – impassioned lovers or master and love slave, I will leave to readers of this journal to decide.
Maggie was adjusting to the emergence of her baby bump, and in April, and I confess I would get an instant deep hard-on whenever she would model naked for me and run her hand over her expanding belly. She would tease me by saying, “Jack, come feel Sean’s baby inside me. It’s going to have his black skin and dark eyes. Will you promise to love it and raise it?”
Sean had told her more than once that ‘black into white always comes out black,’ so in all honesty, I had no reason to feel attached to the baby developing inside Maggie’s womb, although it would have part of her in it as well. All the same, I felt sorrow for Maggie when she lost the baby after three months. I won’t go into the messy details, but she wound up having to spend two days in hospital and was advised to take things very easy, especially sexually for a while.
So here we were in mid-May. After so days of stony silence, I sat down with Maggie and asked, “where do you see all this opening up of our relationship going?”
She told me that our relationship was deep and enduring, but even so, she now didn’t feel a need to be sexually exclusive, especially after our experiences with other couples. I asked her if we could slow it down a bit, maybe just soft swapping. I told her that I was really uncomfortable with the ways she let Sean dominate her, the way he had taken over our sex life, and some of the things he forced her into.
She said that she understood but then asked me how much her happiness mattered to me. I told her that her happiness was everything to me; even when that meant she had deep emotional feelings for a different sex partner. As I have said, I understood that no one who has is involved with a lover can remain emotionally detached for very long and acknowledged that to her. Even so, I said that I thought her obsession over her black lover had gone too far.
Maggie explained that subbing under Sean’s domination awakened a level of erotic excitement that seemed to have no limits. She told me that when she gave herself to him, submitted to his demands, or did something kinky on his orders, she was capable of achieving several orgasms a night, one on top of another. She also said that she really loved being submissive to him in ways that turned her on like ordinary sex couldn’t even touch.
Finally, she said that she loved me more than ever before, but that our relationship had changed. She wasn’t denying me sex — a requirement laid on her by Sean — to be mean to me, but because it made the sex between them that much more intense, and that Sean had convinced her that it was a huge sexual turn on for me as well. She said she loved seeing me watch them, knowing that she was his exclusively. She loved banishing me to the guest bedroom or even ordering me out of the house, not because she wanted to be cruel to me, but because she loved being submissive to Sean. She didn’t know at the time that I was taking advantage of some of those occasions to be intimate with Sean’s baby mama, as I document in another set of journal entries.
She then asked me something that surprised me as well. She asked me to admit that I too was turned on by the thought of her getting hammered by his big black cock — and that’s exactly the way she phrased it. She had experienced me crawling across the bedroom to lick her labia, red and swollen and stretched from being fucked by him while he lay beside her twisting her nipples and she asked me to fess up to the fact that it was an incredible turn on for me too.That I wouldn’t do, even though it was true.
She also told me that she was beginning to love the power trip she was on and that watching me sub to her demands (on Sean’s orders) was such an incredible high that it gave her additional climaxes. She told me that — even though this was something she wasn’t supposed to mention — Sean had at least a few times told her to have me suck their cum from his cock as a part of the cleanup after their fucking which was the only part of their sex I was permitted to participate in, but she also knew I was so homophobic that I would draw the line there.
Before his sudden departure to avoid broken kneecaps, Sean had told her that by the end of the summer, she would have me trained to do that. I had told her, “no fucking way honey!” to which she replied, “But Jack, you are already licking his cum from my pussy, and you’ve done it at least a half dozen different times. What’s the difference.” She then pushed further on that nerve, saying, “Jack, I already know Sean’s power of persuasion. I yielded to it almost nightly. I know that it’s going to happen. It’s just a matter of you accepting it. Admit that you love my training you and that it turns you on as much as it does me. I want you to sub to him and get to love it as much as I do.”
Now, nearly a month later, I was hoping that all this would become a forgotten episode in our open marriage. Maggie was clearly missing the sexual highs that she regularly received at the receiving end of Sean’s powerful body and his equally powerful cock. She was generally listless and going through the motions both in her job as dental assistant and in our married life. Her conversations with our daughter away at college were short and perfunctory, and with me only what was absolutely necessary.
Two weeks after our conversation, I pressed her, almost begged her, to have sex. It was a rainy afternoon, and my spirits were pretty broken. She told me that having committed to Sean’s “owning” her pussy as well as her passion, and still missing him that she didn’t feel very able to turn on with me. I told her in no uncertain terms that he did NOT own her pussy, and she just shook her head saying that I couldn’t possibly understand how it felt for a white wife to be with a black man.
Later in the same day, she got a call from Sean in Atlanta and they chatted. It was the first time I had seen her mood brighten in weeks. I watched her unzip her jeans reach under the band of her panties and massage her pussy as they talked. I hated seeing it, but it also gave me a raging hard on. When she hung up, she told me that talking with Sean had made her incredibly horny, and after several minute of heavy French kissing, she sunk to her knees and stripping my pants and my briefs down, started to blow me, licking my balls and stroking me with more enthusiasm than I could remember for a long time. I was moaning in deep ecstasy as she deep throated my entire phallus, a talent she had perfected over months with Sean. I thrust my hips forward repeatedly and roughly the way I had seen Sean do several times with me watching from the wings over the last several months.
After about 3 minutes, she drew back her head, but still on her knees stroking my cock very slowly me looked up and said, “Imagine how much I loved doing this for Sean sweetie and maybe you will understand how much I miss black cock. Remember how wet I get. Now … close your eyes and think of me blowing him; my lips surrounding his huge cock, licking under his foreskin with my tongue. And doesn’t that make you hot too?”
I didn’t answer, but my body answered for me and she could feel it. Later in the day, she told me that Sean’s advice to her during their phone call was that she could satisfy me on the condition that I would continue to go along with her training and if I did, she should fuck me senseless as a reward. Such was the pull he still exerted over her. He also told her that he would be back in her life once this gambling debt thing cooled down. I didn’t know the details of the conversation at the time, but it didn’t matter because I was so horny for her that I would have been willing to agree to anything. She squeezed her boobs around my cock and stroked me with the soft skin of her cleavage. I moaned, half delirious with desire, and said simply, “Oh god…. yesss….”
We were in the downstairs laundry room and she just turned her back to me, propped herself on the dryer and as I entered her I could feel the heat of her pussy welcoming me with more passion than I had felt from her for nearly a year. She lifted onto her tiptoes as I entered her and moaned with sincere desire. I wish that I could tell you that we had an hour of unbridled ecstasy, but now as I am looking back over my scribbled notes, and also remembering the incident (now about 6 months old) I have to confess that I lasted about 3 minutes before I exploded. Sorry – I am not going to lie, or embroider on the truth. It happened long enough ago that I don’t even remember if it was a mind blowing orgasm or not, but a dim memory makes me think that it was good enough to make my body ache with pleasure.
We didn’t have sex again during the following week or the week after that and our life settled into a quiet desperation for a while. Two Fridays later, Maggie received a call that would change everything.
May 27, early evening
Maggie’s iPhone jingled its cheery Marimba tone and she answered the call and frowning at first in slight perplexity, she said, “Who is this again?” Then, an enthusiastic, “Oh hi! Yes, of course I know who this is! How are you?”
She unfolded her legs from the sofa and without looking back at me, walked into the kitchen where the level conversation would be much less audible from my vantage point. I could barely hear her side of it, but occasionally heard giggles and sighs, and a couple times outright laughter. I quietly approached the kitchen to eavesdrop.
Maggie had her back turned to me, but I heard her saying, “Mmmmmmm. I would. God yeah, mmmmmmm I would love to get together. Ummm, you know I am married though?”
There was a long pause on Maggie’s side of the conversation. Obviously the caller was making a point and Maggie finally replied, “No, it’s not important. He’s down with it. I just wanted to mention it.” She smiled and absent-mindedly ran her right hand over her breasts, and then pressed her hand into her own crotch a couple times.
After another pause to listen, she walked over to the calendar pinned to the corkboard, and looking over dates, and said, “yeah, that will work. The same club?”
She listened, and then asked, “Ummm, can you get online with Skype? Well not tonight, but maybe tomorrow night. I’d really like to see you and talk.” Then after another pause, “ummm, give me your Skype ID.”
I retreated from the threshold of the kitchen and walked back to the sofa thinking about what was going on here. Was this someone she had met somewhere with Sean? Then I remembered how many times they had gone to the interracial club in the city. My mind raced. This was bad news. Just as I thought things were settling down, someone was coming out of nowhere to rev her engine up again.
She talked with the anonymous caller, often animatedly for another 30 minutes while I pretended not to be interested. Somewhere deep within the core of my body though, I was becoming excited too. How could she openly disregard my existence like this and who could be getting her so excited.
I grilled burgers and we had an uneventful dinner. Maggie broke the silence as we were cleaning up, “Soooo Jack, do you remember me talking about Sean’s cousin, the one that played in the NFL?”
I did, but pretended not to so that I could draw her out more on the subject, “No sweetie, sorry. Who was this?”
She continued, “Well, when we were with Sean, I met him down at ‘Love’ a few times and we always danced our asses off. One time I made out really intensely with him because Sean wanted to watch us messing around. I guess he wanted to get a look from your point of view.”
She winked at me and chuckled. I thought it ironic that she had said ‘when WE were with Sean’ as though I had much choice in the matter after things really took off.
She continued to explain, “Anyway, Marcus is back in the area permanently now, and poor guy doesn’t know a soul here really. Anyway, he was wondering whether I could show him a little bit of the area. I knew you wouldn’t mind so of course I said yes.”
She moved on the sofa until she was cuddled into my side, and while stroking my thigh explained, “I only work until noon tomorrow, so I agreed to meet him for lunch in town and then give him an area tour,” then quickly added, “Of course I mean, if it’s alright with you?”
I felt uncomfortable, but seeing how much her mood had brightened, I shrugged and said, “Well, I guess so honey. Where are you going to meet for lunch?”
They had arranged on the Yellow Fish, a local family-run restaurant she said and went on to add that afterward she was going to look at a couple rental properties. It all seemed pretty innocent to me, but after her self-imposed slavery to Sean, I couldn’t ever be sure again.
“Jack, don’t get crazy over this. It’s just a friendly meetup, nothing more.” Maggie insisted.
May 28, Evening
Maggie was bubbly and chatty during dinner as she talked about her date with Marcus. She let the word ‘date’ slip during the conversation, which I pretended not to notice. She went on to say that they had looked at three places, all in predominantly black areas of the county in which we lived. She laughed as she told me that the estate agent thought they were a couple because of the way that Marcus had his hands all over her, so they went along with it just as a joke, with him holding hands with Maggie and talking about how their bed would fit into the various master bedrooms. She even let it slip that he kissed her a few times to ‘fool’ the agent. Needless to say I wasn’t overly happy hearing this, but it still seemed pretty innocent to me.
We went to bed early and Maggie seemed especially turned on and receptive to my lovemaking. I stripped her naked in the family room and led her by her hand up to bed. My phallus was incredibly hard that night and as I penetrated her, she lay with her eyes dreamily half closed and she pulled me in with her hands grasping my buns. I came so hard my balls hurt and Maggie moaned in satisfaction, saying simply, “Yessssss…. Oh…. Marrrrrrc…. Jaaaack….”
May 29, Breakfast
Maggie got a text message and cradled her phone to read it (or to hide it from me, I wasn’t sure). She said it was from Marcus and that she answered him by saying that she couldn’t get away from work as her dental patient load was really heavy. He countered by asking her whether she could look at a few places in the afternoon, and then to show his appreciation he would treat her to dinner and a little dancing. Maggie asked me if I would be ok with it. I responded, “Maggie, you know where something like this could lead. I’ m not sure it’s such a great idea.”
Maggie gave me a doe-like innocent look, and said simply, “Jack, we both know I got a little crazy over Sean, but that’s not likely to ever happen again. Besides, admit it, you know that secretly you like to see me flirt and then tell you about it.”
I blushed and started to protest, but then just gulped the remnants of my coffee. I dropped her off at the dental office and then went off to interview a local politician. I got back in the area about 1 in the afternoon, picking up Maggie. After handling her typical patient load, Maggie was usually sore from leaning over patients and I would have to massage her shoulders for a good 15 minutes. Not today though. She bounded throughout the house nervously. It was a warm day, so Maggie chose a green floral sundress that showed off her pale shoulders, with a mid thigh hemline. She chose not to wear pantyhose and completed the natural look with simple sandals.
Maggie filed her nails nervously waiting for several minutes until finally she heard a car pull up in the driveway. She jumped up and gave me a quick peck on the cheek then bounded out the door. I peered out the window and saw her hop into a black Escalade. I winced and bit my lower lip as I watched her right hand go up, caress the driver’s heavy and very dark face, then give him a short kiss full on the lips. As she buckled up and the driver reversed the big car, I let go of the curtain, and slapped my forehead, then expelled a long breath. “Easy Jack,” I told myself, “No reason to lose your cool. It was just a friendly greeting.”
The afternoon was warm, so I wasn’t surprised that Maggie walked back through the front screen door, barefoot and swinging her sandals, humming softly. I greeted her and she absent-mindedly looked at me and said, “Oh hi honey,” smiling as she went upstairs. “I am going to take a nap. We had a big lunch, so Marcus suggested we skip dinner and just go dancing. I was wondering if you could drive me down to meet him there. He has to take care of some business this evening, so he asked me to meet him at 11 or so.”
I shrugged and said, “I guess so, sweetie. Are you sure you really sure you want to go down there? It’s not a really good part of town after all.”
She brushed her dark hair from her face then self-consciously hid her neck from me, but not before I could see a couple bright red blotches. I could imagine how they got there, but decided to ignore the obvious reality. I winced a little for the second time that day, but decided not to say anything. In the back of my mind though, I could almost see them kissing, the black man nibbling her neck as she ran her hands over his head.
She put her hands on her hips and said, “Yeah, it’s alright. C’mon sweetie, help me pick out what to wear tonight.”
From the bedroom closet, she pulled down a couple dresses, one a mid-thigh backless electric blue dress which showed off her cleavage, and another, low cut black velvet and sequins dress with a much shorter hemline. the latter one she called her ‘come fuck me’ dress. She stripped and it was then I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I wondered whether she actually wore one at all, or went natural to enjoy the first really warm day of the year. As always, I enjoyed seeing her body, pale and naked and thought that she smelled a bit sweaty, but not the scent of her natural body post-workout sweat. I would get to know that particular scent much better over the course of the year, but for the moment, I notice it without really making note of it. She tried one both dresses, smoothing them down over her nakedness and finally decided on the shorter, more revealing black one. She twirled in front of me and raised both arms in a model pose as if to say, ‘what do you think of this one?’
I smiled and said, “Very sexy. A little too sexy maybe?” Maggie just raised an eyebrow and ignored the comment by turning her back to me and waving it off.
She pulled out a sheer bra from her drawer and laid that on the bed. Her back was to me as she pulled out something from another drawer. I loved the look of her taut ass as she bent over. I admired the shadowed crease of her derriere and my manhood rose a notch in appreciation. I looked nervously as I watched her walk over to the bed and held up a tiny pair of thong-style panties. She asked me, “Ya know, my panty line really shows through the material of this black velvet dress. You think it’s ok if I just put these away and go commando under the dress?”
I sat on the bed with my arms crossed, and fuming, I finally replied to Maggie’s question and said. “It’s a pretty dress and you look very sexy in it but don’t you think you should wear panties so nobody can see anything?”
Maggie giggled and replied. “Oh Jack! It’s been so long since I have been out dancing. Just look at this bush; I need to shave my landing strip so it won’t show under the thin material of my dress if I am under bright lights. Will you come into the bathroom and help me once I fill the tub?”
A few minutes later, Maggie was sitting in the tub while I helped her shave off the little thatch above her crotch. Maggie rubbed my chest as she kept her legs spread and propped up on the edge of the tub and said. “Thank you for helping me, I want to make sure you get it really smooth so nobody can tell I’m not wearing panties.”
Returning to the bedroom, while Maggie toweled off, I sat on the bed with my arms crossed, but she tried to lighten the mood. “Jack, come on. This will be fun.” All I could say in response was, “Maggie, I want you to exercise some control. I don’t want this to wind up with someone taking my place in MY bed again. I mean, would you really bring another fucking black man into our house, into our BED, after SEAN?” Maggie dropped the towel on the bathroom floor, walked over and stroked my cheek saying, “Sweetie, I’m surprised at your reaction. I fucked a black man for 3 months now in our house, in our bed, and you didn’t say boo. Why would you start now?”
I just blew my top , stormed out of the house and went for a drive around the block. Circling the block again and again and again — you get the idea. When I got back at about 10.30 PM, I was shaking like a leaf, partly with rage, partly with a perverse kind of excitement. She was waiting in the kitchen, and said simply, “Over your little tantrum? Are we ready?” I took a deep breath and got google map directions for the place.
The club is in an overwhelmingly black area of Washington D.C., and I was getting more than a little freaked as we pulled into the parking area off New York Avenue. Maggie asked me to go in with her as she wasn’t comfortable with the area either. As we walked over to Okie St. there were a number of younger black guys just hanging around and when we tried to enter the place, the doorman on duty said, “Sorry bro, she’s welcome but not you — that’s just a club thing.” He drew out the last word into “thannng” to sort of put a punctuation mark on the interchange.
My wife said, “It’s ok. He just wants to watch. He’ll be a good boy!” I wasn’t too sure of that myself, but still paid the $20 cover and we walked in. The doormen just laughed at our backs as we walked away from them, and as we moved away from them, one said something to the effect of, “Look sugar, if you can’t find what you looking for inside, come back out and I do you myself.”
Maggie had on short patent heels that complemented her dress — backless, silver sequin at the top, and black velvet down to her mid-thighs. We grabbed a high table inside and I got her a Mai Tai and myself a Bud Light. She (gently but firmly) told me that she needed space and I needed to chill and sit right there. She looked back over her shoulder, winked, and said, “Relax honey. Oh look there’s Marcus. Honey, just give me some space tonight, if that’s alright. Poor Marcus go cut from the team last fall, he’s new here and doesn’t he look a little lost?”
I saw him closer up now, standing at the bar. He was incredibly dark skinned — Nubian black if you know what I mean; he was well dressed and kept flashing her a big smile as they got down on the very crowded dance floor. As they danced two fast numbers, he was visibly sweating. I felt both a tinge of nausea and of curiosity, both based on morbid curiosity – What would happen. I really had no idea where any of this was going. I wanted to give Maggie some slack as i was the first time she had been excited about life after losing Sean’s baby, but I took her at her word that she would exercise some restraint. They danced another fast song and then stayed on the floor for a slow number. Marcus held her close and whispered something to her. She smiled back at him and nodded her head in agreement.
They went back to his table, which was partly obscured, from my view, so I went over to the bar to get another beer. I was ignored as one of the few white guys in the place, so I was able to stand at this observation point for a good long time. My wife was talking low to him; she was seated to his left, and I could see his right hand moving over her knee and a small distance under the hem of her dress and up along her thigh. He kept his hand on her thigh as they talked. Maggie was nervous but didn’t move away nor did she remove his hand as they continued to talk and listen to the music. His hand moved without resistance up and down her thigh, and at one point I saw Maggie’s leg tremble.
Now I was really feeling nauseous and wanted to march over and break this guy’s face and probably get my ass whipped by this guy who was at least 6’2″ and muscular-turning-to-fat. Maggie was sitting very close to him, whispering intimately and they were laughing and enjoying one another. I finally got my beer, but lost my seat so I just hung at the bar looking incredibly out of place.
The next number they danced to was that annoying Beyonce song, and Maggie waggled her little butt in front of him so close that there was no mistaking her interest. “God, she is SO hot,” I thought to myself. I gripped the bottle in anger and if this had been a movie, it would have broken in my grip, but it’s not a movie and I am simply telling you what really happened. From where I was standing I felt like he was leering at her, and in my mind’s eye, I could almost see her large pink aureole being suckled by this black man’s dark thick lips, his hands roaming all over her body, touching her intimately.
A slow number started, and he took her forcefully in his arms. He was half soaked with sweat, but Maggie didn’t seem to mind it. She had told me way back in January that there was nothing more erotic for her than to see the glistening of a black man’s sweat on his dark skin, so I suppose this was nothing new for her.
His hands ran down her back as they danced, and when he raised her right thigh in a dance move, he caressed her ass cheek while supporting her. I had to admit it looked pretty erotic. As he moved her slowly over the dance floor, their bodies became even more tightly coupled. I saw him move one hand to cup her buns and with his other hand he moved her face into a deep kiss, which she returned with obvious passion. Maggie danced sensuously, the sinews of her legs standing out as she gyrated her body into ever closer mesh with his. As she danced, grinding her hips into his, she threw her arms around his neck, pushing her breasts against his massive chest.
As the song wound to a close, they walked back toward the booth with Marcus leading her by the wrist. As she sat down, he broke his hold and leaned over to kiss her neck, glistening with the perspiration of their exertions on the dance floor. He ran his thumb over her lips and pushed it inside her mouth. Maggie sucked his thumb as he ran it in and out. They both laughed and the guy stood up and walked back toward the men’s room.
Maggie looked at his retreating form, then hurried over to me. Giving me a kiss full on the mouth and caressing my face she “Hi honey. Thank you for being such a wonderful husband. Marcus is really a down because he found out that Sean is busted up pretty bad by the loan sharks that followed him to Atlanta, plus he lost his father last fall. I kind of feel sorry for the big lug and I was just taking his mind off that.”
I frowned and pointed out that it looked like they were doing more than just dancing, but she asked me to take a look around and notice how many white women were doing the same thing or even with the black guys in the club. She told me that dirty dancing was all the norm here, and she was just having fun with doing a little harmless flirting. “Oh my sexy hubby,” she said, “You’re the only guy I have the hots for, and you know that.”
She looked over her shoulder furtively and continued, “Look honey, there is a little favor I’d like to ask. Marcus wants to go someplace quieter and have a drink. I was thinking about bringing him to the house, have a drink, lend him a shoulder to cry on. And maybe if you could just hang out here for a while, or — I don’t know — just hang around outside the house if you wouldn’t mind. I’ve gotten to know him and he’s kind of shy. He doesn’t open up very easily and if you were there, it would really shut him down. I feel kind of sorry for him I guess. So yeah, I think he would like some time alone to talk, you know?”
I started to object, to point out that this sounded kind of sketchy to me, but she headed off my objections, saying, “Look honey, tell you what. How about when the time is right and I need to shut things down I will flip the porch lights on and off. that will be your signal to come in and it will encourage him to leave. Sound fair?”
I let out a long breath, exhaling through pursed lips. I shrugged my shoulders and agreed to her idea. She stood up, smoothed her dress over her ass and hurried back to the booth she shared with Marcus. I noticed more than one black guy checking her out hungrily. Marcus returned from peeing just about the same time, and instead of sitting, took hold of Maggie’s left wrist and they started toward the side exit door. He walked hurriedly in front of her, still holding her wrist and not her hand, which I knew from the experience of Sean was a sign of ownership rather than affection. Maggie seemed a bit breathless and excited, her face and neck flushed down to her cleavage as she took quick little steps to keep up with him. As she looked back in my direction she silently mouthed “thank you,” blew a kiss in my direction with her free hand and winked at me. I now knew Maggie wanted more than comfortable conversation this night was going to get what she came her for and she was visibly excited at the prospect.
I waited another five minutes and walked out slowly. Alone. Into the night.
May 30, late night into early morning
I drove slowly home watching out for sobriety checkpoints. By the time I got there, a gold-trimmed black Escalade was in our drive. I could see shadows in our bedroom upstairs. I sat out front and across the street from the house for the next hour, just watching shadows play out in the candle light in our bedroom.
I opened the driver side window and sat there in the sultry air, listening in vain for any sound, but heard nothing. Around 2 AM, I saw the bathroom lights come on, and they stayed on for a good half hour; I thought could see some more activity in the bedroom, but it may have been my imagination. In truth, my imagination was running on overdrive.
In my mind’s eye, I could see her spreading her legs for him. I could see him ramming his purple-black cock into my wife’s engorged pussy, his lips sucking the nipples that only a year before had felt only my mouth on them. His hands running all over my wife’s white skin; her hands caressing his ass, holding him tightly, maintaining the contact so that his cock could continue pumping over and over into her cunt all the way to his balls.
The details of what they did would be denied me though, and I would have to learn the story second hand from the few little bits that Maggie would share with me the next day.
Now many months later, I begin to understand Sean’s purpose from the beginning. Not only did he train Maggie in unquestioning obedience, by playing to her lust but he also had worked to control — to train — me, to become accustomed to seeing Maggie being used as personal possession for black men, to watch a Dom/Sub bond forming that would be difficult, perhaps impossible for me to break as time went by. In the moment though, even knowing this, I was so erotically charged that I masturbated into a tee shirt in the car and gritted my teeth as my balls emptied themselves. I wanted my wife more than anything, and tonight she was the one thing I could never have. I thought to my self that tonight she was again a strange black man’s woman, his private whore, fucked repeatedly him, only yards away from where I sat, powerless to do anything
I started the engine, shook my head and said, “Oh Maggie, Maggie, what he fuck is going on!”
I parked the car down the street and just sat there until I fell to sleep around 3 AM. The next morning around 7 AM I watched him pull out of our driveway.
Around 8 AM I was calm enough to drive into my driveway and I unlocked the front door and went inside. Maggie’s shoes and her dress were in the foyer, fallen in a heap. It was pretty clear that he hadn’t wasted any time pulling her dress down. I could also see, or at least imagine that I saw impressions from her knees on the dress. “Yes,” I told myself, “this is where she dropped to her knees to blow him.”
I looked for telltale spots of cum on the floor, but there were none. I glanced into the kitchen and saw her bra on the floor, and an open bottle of Jack and glasses with watery light brown liquid and thought: Here’s where they had a couple drinks here and then he stripped her bra off. Did he grow harder seeing her freckled white skin and her nipples, raised in expectation for him? Did he spend time sucking her breasts? Did she hold his large head close, and caress his face while he sucked hard on her nipples? Did she beg him to suck harder? Was this where he slipped his hand under her dress, and began to finger her cunt? Maybe, maybe not. The French cut panties she loves to wear (and which she had decided to wear after all) were not in sight. Maybe he waited until they went to our bedroom to lay claim to the place between her legs.
I am sure you think I am totally obsessing over writing about the details as I uncovered them, but consider that Maggie and I always had agreed to play together; thus, it was painful for me to see her going solo like this. I shook my head to clear it and to reign in my wild imagination. I was following the forensic evidence and rebuilding a story of how he took her and how she likely responded, but I was far from detached. My cock sprung into a stiff pole as I went up the staircase. Ah, there they were, the white silk panties, 6 steps up, now caked with her dried juices. He probably grabbed her and stripped them off as they were going up… or did she strip off, unable to contain her excitement? Either way, I knew she had to have been naked except for those snow-white stockings and garters I had bought to enhance our sex play. What was his reaction to her nakedness, I wondered?
I wondered whether he fondled her on the stairs or waited until they got into the bedroom. As I saw him in my mind’s eye touching my wife, perhaps squeezing her ass or cupping her breasts, my stomach churned with angst. But there was that “other” feeling too, one that I don’t still fully understand. My cock was hard as a rock, fully up and banging against my own belly. I was really turned on by all of this and I had never wanted Maggie more than at this moment.
I reached the top of the stairs and walked down the short hallway to our bedroom. I noticed the scent even before I noticed her. I smelled sex, to be sure, but that was mixed with a tremendous scent of stale sweat, both Maggie’s and another one; one that was completely foreign but strong and pervasive. Well, obviously they had been physically active and certainly not for just a few minutes.
Maggie looked up at me as I entered the bedroom, yawned lazily, smiled with her eyes showing big smile lines. “Good morning, my sweet understanding husband,” she said with genuine warmth and beckoned me forward for a big hug.
I hugged her tightly, thinking that I was lucky to have this adventurous wonderful woman. All thought that maybe I had lost her to this strange new lover seemed to disappear, at least for a moment or two.
Then, I broke the embrace and sat on the bed beside her. She turned over on her tummy and I appraised her body. She still had her stockings and garters on but was otherwise naked. Then I noticed the marks on her ass. Maggie has milky white skin with a sprinkling of freckles, as I think I have mentioned before, but she bruises easily. I didn’t need to be much of a detective to see the palm prints that were everywhere, especially on her ass and back. This guy had not been gentle with her, that much was clear.
I cringed a little for her as I saw the bruises and the hickeys on her neck, the love bites on both her inner thighs, and then asked simply, “Did he hurt you honey?”
Her reply was surprising, “Oh God yes… yes… Mmmm… YES…” And she laughed a wicked little laugh.
It shocked me totally when she pulled a pair of men’s jockey shorts from under a pillow, held it up to her face and breathed deeply.
I’m not a science type, but I do vaguely recall the concept of male pheromones from male sweat and the supposed effect they have on women. The bottom line as a watched her breathe in, was that millions of microscopic pheromone particles entered her body and began to do their work. She turned over on her back, spreading the boxers over her face. Clearly, she was smelling his cock and enjoying the memory of it.
“Maggie, what the fuck? Get rid of that for shit sake,” I growled.
She just smiled and breathed in again. “Mmmmmm….,” she breathed deeply again, “It’s ok Jack, just reliving last night.”
I took the opening and tried to probe for a little information, and asked, “Want to tell me about it.” But she didn’t take the bait. I kept pulling on the thread. How many times did they fuck? “Too many times to count,” she said, laughing.
“I hope you used a condom, babe,” I ventured. She said, “I brought it up, Jack, I really did. He was definitely not a condom kind of guy, believe me. Besides, he would have used up a LOT of condoms.”
I said, “Maggie, we agreed on that one,”
She thought or a moment, then replied, “Honey, he was a 250 lb black man. He just pushed my legs over his shoulders and shoved. What was I supposed to do? Besides, I’m not going to lie, it felt fabulous bare with him—I think I came the first time in about 5 minutes. To be honest, after his first thrust, I didn’t want a condom, OK? Let’s drop it.”
Then she said apologetically, “don’t be mad honey. It’s over and done”
I asked “Was he big?
“Holy shit was he huge,” she admitted. “He really stretched me. My pussy will be f’ing sore for a week,” she said, then turned over and pulled on my arm, dragging me toward her crotch.
“I hurt so much there, honey. Come on, make it feel all better. You know what I need,” she said making a little pouty face.
She waggled her hips temptingly. “Come on baby, kiss it. My pussy feels like I have been riding a steel pipe all night.”
“All night?” I thought. Well, I knew from what she had just said that they had fucked face to face, and from the handprints on her ass, that he had taken her doggie style. How many times? How many ways? What else had they done? I asked more questions and got a few answers. Yes, of course she liked him very much as a sex partner, but not beyond that. He said he was an ex football lineman (played for Cleveland he said,) 36 and married twice with three kid, loved white women, and wanted to do her again. Which for Maggie, a woman of 41, was no small matter.
Finally, she grew tired of all the questions, and pulled my face right down to her pussy. “Please baby, eat me. Eat me now.”
I couldn’t help noticing how red and still swollen her lips were. I could sense her arousal. “I want to fuck you Maggie,” I ventured.
She replied, “Oh god honey, I am going to be sore for a week. Please my sweet man, kiss me deep right there, right now. Just lick me deep”
I am not a total idiot, and I know this was part of this little game – the “conditioning” she and her former lover Sean had worked out for me when they were together and she was operating according to that now even after their affair was over. I only know that I loved her enough to go along with whatever was going on. Besides which, for some reason I desperately desired her, any way I could have her. I grew from limp and angry to hard and pointing upwards in nothing flat.
I swung her legs apart without resistance from her, I worked slowly to probe her labia, and the swirl of male and female pheromones came to me in a sudden rush. I could smell his sex in her, and their mixes sweat on her thighs and when I stiffened my tongue to thrust inside her, their mixed cum met my tongue and my lips. She raised her cunt onto my mouth and spread her own pussy lips for me to service her. In he back of my mind, I remembered what she had told me earlier about Sean wanting her to dominate me, but I was powerless to stop.
I started licking her inner labia and it seemed that there would be no end to the fluids that were covering my nose and face. I had eaten her to orgasm a few times and knew the taste of her cum. Now with this added taste of his cum mixed with my wife’s scent, my own crotch ached.
With one hand, I massaged my penis through my pants. Maggie noticed, pulled my hand away and said, “Not yet, sweetie. Eat my pussy. Taste it all.”
I started to circle her clit and after a bit looked up over her trimmed pussy to see whether her nipples had stiffened and see the look on her face. Maggie was in another place now, her crotch rocking upward for me, and as before, languidly waving the stained crotch of his jockey shorts over her face. She was most definitely in another place, thinking about another man, but I was determined to make her cum for me. To show her I was worthy of sharing her bed and her pussy, and every bit the equal of the guy she was mentally still fucking.
“Mmmm… YESS… GOD… YES… EAT ME… ,” she said, the excitement obviously rising inside her. After a good twenty minutes of hand and mouth stimulation, she gave out a warm sigh and orgasmed for me. I lay beside her, she stroked my sweat and cum stained hair and she asked smiling, “So, did you enjoy how we tasted?” I frowned and said nothing, but I understood her point.
“Maggie, I need to cum inside you so bad. Please?” I begged.
She put his jockey shorts back under the pillow and turned to face me. “Jack. Look honey, I have been thinking about this for a while. I really love you — I do, but right now, I only seem to crave black guys, and now last night took things to an even higher level. It was probably the most intense sex I have ever had. And I mean ever! It took a lot for me to go solo like that and I hit the jackpot with Marcus. He treated me like a total slut, and guess what, my pussy was on fire for that big black man.”
“Jack, It’s something—I can’t explain; maybe something Sean awakened inside me, but I had no problems at all whoring for Marcus. The only way I seem to get aroused is by being submissive to a black man”
And so right then and there, lying back exhausted from being fucked by the big black cock of last night and now licked to orgasm, she nonetheless still had the energy to lay down the law to me: “Look honey, at least for now, we aren’t going to have intercourse, I just don’t feel that way for you. You’ll have to make yourself cum playing with your dick, watching me make love to Marcus.”
She let that sink in for a few moments, then continued, “My sweet hubby, I promise I will enjoy watching you do that. I have loved it from the very first time I saw you masturbating when Sean and I fucked. ”
She paused again to let me absorb that, and concluded, “But sweetie, just understand that I see you differently now and that I still love you very much.”
She scooted over to me, and licked my ear, then whispered in a breathy voice, “Mmmmmm, baby it turns me on so much to see you play with your dick. I want to watch you stroke it right now.”
She brushed against my face with her breast, continuing, “You can even touch my nipples while you do it, but no more, understand?”
She opened my jeans, pulled down my briefs, and moved my hand to my cock. “Go ahead, honey. Enjoy this.”
Needless to say, I was completely pissed and wanted no part of this. But then she smiled the smile I can never resist, and she cupped her hand over mine and started helping me to stroke my cock with my own hand. After a bit she cooed, “That’s it sugar, that’s my good boy. Stroke yourself and cum. Close you eyes and think of Marcus’s big black cock inside me. Stroke it and cum.”
She laid back, crossed her legs lazily, stroked my hair and idly watched me. After a few moments, she pulled out Marcus’s jockeys and started rubbing her face and her nose with them again.
“That’s it baby, stroke your sweet little dick,” she kept saying softly between breathes of her dark lover’s scent, “Oh God, that’s what I need. Oh Jack, imagine me fucking Marcus in our bed. Doesn’t it make you soooo hot! Think of me and Marcus together and cum while I watch you.”
At the time, this didn’t seem as bizarre to me as it does writing about it now, so many months later. Seeing things more clearly now, it’s obvious that Maggie was psychologically training me into becoming a complete cuckold accepting other men in my bed with my wife as normal.
Maggie may have started out Sean’s private whore, but she sure as hell couldn’t stop thinking about the guy who fucked her senseless last night. Had she “graduated” from Sean to someone even more hardcore I wondered with a part of my mind. In five furious minutes, I bit my lower lip and came into my own hand.
Later the afternoon, Maggie’s cell rang and after looking at it, she walked outside to take the call. I didn’t like that because I had the uncomfortable feeling I was being left out of something again. After a bit, she told me simply, “Marcus is coming over honey. I don’t know if you want to be here, so I am just telling you out of respect. ”
I asked rather stupidly, “What’s he coming over for? And what the hell’s with this obsession with black guys anyway? ” I wanted to scream, but was trying to keep my cool.
Maggie blinked and smiled sweetly, “Well after all darling, you know what they say about going black and never going back. I guess that now is when you will start to realize that it’s true, isn’t it?
“Maggie, that’s pure bullshit, ” I argued. Maggie shook her head saying, “Honey, I love you like anything, and I wish it wasn’t true, I really do. I really do think I am getting addicted how black guys make me feel.” She kissed me deeply and fondled my ass while I squeezed hers.
I wanted to take her right there in the kitchen, and unzipped her jeans and started to pull her panties down.
She pulled my hand away abruptly and said, “I still hurt honey from last night. Look, I promise we’ll get in a fuck, but give me a few days to get over being sore.” She shook her head, “He really stretched my pussy. He told me he was going to fuck me ‘long, deep, and continuous’ and he delivered.” Then smiled to herself, “and delivered and delivered.”
“Maggie, I will let this go a little longer, because I am happy that you are on such a sexual high but this is going to end. Maybe not now, but soon. Or it’s over between us.”
She hugged me tightly, “No Jack, I love you. Let me get over this. You know I will always come back to you. Just give this some time.”
Then she kissed me not with passion, but tenderly and sweetly, saying, “Jack, be honest with yourself, you know how hot it makes you to see me fucking another man. I see it in your face. Ask yourself if you really want this to end. I think you’re loving this as much as I do; well almost. ”
I thought about her comment, and then just went out to mow the lawn. An hour later Marcus showed up, and I was determined to make my presence as master of my own house felt. Maggie answered the door and let him in, as I walked into the foyer, he just nodded and then ignored me completely.
He stared deeply at Maggie, his eyes penetrating her soul, “I want to see you again girl.”
I glowered at him, Maggie calmed the situation by introducing us. He could see my anger then said, “Jack, Jack step off bro. Be proud of your woman. She got a special talent with black men, and black men just want to fuck her. Think about that milky skin and tight red titties. No black man can resist that, Jack. Listen, you should be happy she getting what she been needing,” Marcus said matter-of-factly.
“Look you dumb fuck, next time you come around here, I will be meeting you with a baseball bat, so you better clear out now.”
He laughed and shook his head. “Peace out, Jack. I mean it as a compliment to your woman. Like I said, you should be proud she loves you. You just need to understand your place in this arrangement. Now she having real cock, she don’t want no white nipple dick inside her again. Your place is to eat her after she been with a brother and enjoy knowing what a real man tastes like.”
I walked out to the back yard in anger. As I started the mower, I looked back through the kitchen window, I saw Marcus and Maggie flirting, and they embraced and he lifted her left leg running his hand along her thigh and her ass. I saw her hips swaying back and forth , grinding her crotch into his left leg. I thought: Too sore to fuck me, but not too sore to grind her pussy into Marcus. He was telling her that he had to go back to Cleveland for several weeks. At the time, I could see the upset in her eyes, but didn’t know the reason.
Nearly four frosty weeks passed. No sex between Maggie and me, and only necessary conversation. Toward the end of the second week, her mood brightened. She asked me to come sit in the kitchen with her. She explained, “Look, Sean is back in Atlanta. I know you fucked his baby mama Debbie. he told me everything, but Jack, it’s over between me and Sean. I wanted you to know that.”
She continued, “Jack, I love you, and I realize that it’s no big deal that you slept with Debbie. I haven’t been treating you right, and you need to be satisfied too. I’m cool with it. We shouldn’t play around without permission, and I now want your permission for something too.”
What was this, I wondered? “What is it, baby?” I asked innocently.
She massaged my leg saying, “Remember Sean’s cousin Marcus? Anyway, we have been emailing and texting, and one thing and another. Anyway, he called me and we’ve had phone sex. A lot.”
She went on uncomfortably, not looking me in the eye, “He wants to hook up again. Look, it’s all done with Sean, but I feel like I want to hook up with Marcus again.”
I looked at her with hurt in my eyes, “But why Maggie?”
She explained, “I have been abstaining from sex, just trying to get black guys out of my head, but I can’t. The memory of his cock, the way it tasted, the way it stretched my pussy, his black skin on mine, I can’t get it him of my head baby. I keep smelling him on the sheets and our mattress. I kept his jockey shorts and every time I smell them, it brings back the memory of the way his skin felt and looked — so smooth, so dark — on mine.”
She swallowed and continued, “You know how I hate it if we sweat when we fuck? With him, it’s crazy but I was actually licking the sweat off his body, Jack. I need it and I need what he has really bad baby. Let me have it, and I will treat you so good, make you so happy. I know how much it excites you to see me with a powerful man too. Admit it.”
There was a part of me that believed it, and there was a different part of me that believed she was abstaining from sex, because she could only think of having orgasms when a certain black cock was fucking her. This time I had conditions for Maggie. I would agree to what she wanted, but only if I could be there. The reason I gave her was that I wanted to watch her back, but more than that I wanted to understand what was up with this. What did this guy have that I didn’t? Was there really anything to that “once you go black” crap? A further part of me was for some unexplained reason really, really excited over the prospect of seeing my wife driven crazy in a way that I didn’t seem to be able to.
Saturday came, a bright early June day with a breeze rustling the trees outside our bedroom. It was only noon but Maggie was trying on multiple outfits for the evening, paying more attention to her appearance than she ever did for an evening out with me. After each try-on, she would ask for my opinion, but it was less the flavor of “does this make me look fat” and more like, “is this slutty enough.”
The outfit she finally chose got a thumbs-up from me. White thigh high French cut thong, white stockings held up by frilly garters. I wondered idly where she had gotten those and when she had bought them. They certainly were not for me or rather not something I had ever seen before. Thinking of underwear brought me back to late last week when we were at odds with one another.
Going to bed one night she asked me where Marcus boxer shorts — the ones she had been rubbing across her lips for a week — were. I told her angrily that I had thrown them in the trash where they belonged. She shot an angry look at me, and then said simply, “that’s alright, I know how to get another pair.”
She had been looking forward eagerly to this day for two weeks and now it was finally here. She chose a lacy semi-transparent bra, the kind she always complained were too itchy if I asked her to wear one. This one pushed her breasts together provocatively to emphasize her cleavage. When she asked me to adjust the clear straps and hook the clasps, I stood behind her and as I looked at her firm ass on either side of the thong, my dick grew rock hard.
“Honey,” I ventured, “maybe we ought to fuck—take the edge off for you. You don’t want to be too tense tonight, do you?”
I nibbled her neck, knowing it was her weak spot, palmed her breasts with both hands, and pushed my hard cock into the cleft of her ass. I began massaging her breasts and felt her nipples firming to the heat of my touch.
“Oh Jack, ” she moaned, “No, it’s alright, I want to stay ‘edgy’ for now.”
My hands dropped from her breasts and I ran my hands down the subtle bulge of her tummy. I felt it flutter with tension as my right hand cautiously slid under her thong. Sliding my hand down further I could feel her bald pussy and the heat of her upper labia with my fingers. I pushed her lips apart with my two fingers and began to massage her outer lips up and down subtly. She moaned slightly, putting her right hand over my own while still caressing the left side of my face with her other hand.
I moved faster and felt her stance soften. Extending my middle finger down into her pussy I felt her clit starting to swell. By degrees, she started to move away from me, finally breaking my grip altogether. “Jack, honey, don’t. You’ll get my panties all wet, and they’re brand new,” she said pushing me away.
That was my general idea, following which I would fuck her to such satisfaction she would forget this ‘date’ thing altogether. That wasn’t her idea though. Obviously, she was thinking about the evening and the man she really wanted to satisfy.
“Sorry, honey, I just got through my period Monday and I would like to feel fresh for a while,” she explained.
Maggie is 41 and 13 years younger than me. I am getting tired of her periods and hoping that she will soon hit that “all playground, no playpen” period of life, but her eggs stubbornly keep dropping month after month. So for now, she is forty and fertile. Anyway, I was frustrated again by the triumph of her will over mine.
At 8:45, she started getting ready, brushing her black/brown hair out, putting on eye makeup and a very red shade of lipstick. She asked me to help her slip on the silver sequined spaghetti strap dress, which I dutifully did. Sitting on the bed, she pushed on her high heels just as the doorbell chimed. “Let me answer, Jack,” she requested.
She walked downstairs as I followed her with my eyes, mentally thinking how much I wanted to take her right there. She opened the door, and the same black guy from a couple weeks ago stood there, filling the doorway. He had brought her flowers, which got a bit crushed against her back as he wrapped his big arms around her waist and gave her an extended kiss. I could see her sucking on his tongue from my vantage point halfway up the stairs.
Suddenly his eyes swept the foyer and he saw me on the stairway. He broke the kiss with a quizzical look on his face. “Wassup wit this, ” he asked loudly.
Maggie stayed in his arms but turned her back to him. “Marcus, don’t be angry, please Baby. Jack is after all, my hubby. He is perfectly ok with this, isn’t that right Jack? ”
I swallowed hard, and just nodded my head.
She smiled and added, “Besides, my fucking you is a little bit of payback, since Jack has been fucking your cousin Sean’s baby mama on the side. Isn’t that also true, sweetie? ”
And again, I simply shrugged and nodded my head.
Marcus back from her, hitting his back on the front door. “Man, I don’t know about this. Da Muthafucka threatened me last time I was hear. Sounds like shit I don’t want to walk into. ”
Maggie held his arm, “Jack, tell him in words that it’s ok and that you want him to fuck me Honey. ” She looked at me intently. I cleared my throat and said, “Yeah, what she said. ”
“No, Jack, I need—we both want to hear the words, just what we discussed.”
I bit my lip, then said weakly, “Marcus, I really want you to fuck my wife. I really want her to enjoy your big black cock. I know that you can satisfy her in ways that I can’t. Period.”
Marcus considered this then shook his head and laughed heartily, “OK, homey. This sounds like crazy shit to me, but I love using your wife’s pussy, believe me, tonight I am gonna use her and leave her begging for more. ”
In a sudden vengeful mood, I blurted, “Look bro. Just fuck her and give her what she’s been needing for the last month.”
Maggie said, “Well, glad that’s settled. Marcus, Jack has just one request. He wants to watch us get it on, and I agreed to that. ”
Marcus laughed again, “Well, I am used to performing in front of 60 thousand fans, so one more white boy ain’t gonna matter. Yeah, it’s alright. Only one thing, you ain’t invited to the party, so you’ll just sit in a corner and shut the fuck up.”
These last five words he delivered in a deep loud bass voice.
With that, they were out the door, and I heard Maggie ask, “where we going lover? ” Their voices trailed off as he said, “New place, Baby. I want to show off my white princess. ”
Now it was about 9 o’clock, and I knew they wouldn’t be home for hours. I settled down with a Jack Daniels and coke, and thought about how I could make things work again between Maggie and me.
June 28, early morning
At around 3 AM, I awoke from sleeping in the easy chair as I heard a car coming up the driveway. Doors slammed and I heard two voices happily conversing, coming up the walkway. The door opened and they strolled into the foyer, Maggie walking first, Marcus with his hand over her shoulder as if she were his property. When they were inside I moved a little to see them better. After all , that’s what tonight was all about anyway.
She moved into Marcus’ arms and kissed him hotly, her right leg kicking back behind her in that classic pose, one high heel hanging off her foot. I can never understand why women do that, but they do. Then, with her arms around his neck for support, she kicked off both high heels, looked into his eyes and said, “Oh baby, I am so ready for you. Sooooo ready. I been aching for you for weeks.”
He was a bit sweat drenched, his coat left in the car, his tie off, and his top two shirt buttons undone. “You been holding off having sex like I texted you?” he asked.
She smiled, one arm slipped off his neck and her hand flowed smoothly down to his crotch. “Oh baby, you know I did. My panties are fuckin’ drenched right now. I been saving it all for you.”
Hearing this, my only reaction was, “Well, what the fuck. What an idiot I am.”
The pair of them ignored me as if I didn’t exist, which for all practical purposes, I didn’t. They went into the living room and started to make small talk.
“God, I loved dancing with you and your homies tonight Marcus,” she said, breaking to conversational ice.
They sat close, and started to make out seriously. He looked so big compared to her and every time they kissed, he practically engulfed her. After several minutes of light play, she leaned back on one arm of he sofa, and he started to heat her up. First, he leaned over her, never breaking their deep kissing, cupped her left breast with his huge right hand, massaging it through the fabric of her dress. Maggie moaned softly, her eyes closed dreamily as they continued to kiss deeply.
Maggie’s right leg was on the sofa, trapped by him while her left dangled, swinging lazily. When his hand traveled down her body and slid under her short dress, she moaned deeper and her hands went from behind his chunky neck, and busied themselves unbuttoning his shirt.
Unbuttoning him down to the waist, she bent forward to kiss his torso. He was perspiring lightly and unbelievably (to me anyway,) she was alternating between licking the salty sweat from his chest and sucking his nipples. I could see that his since his 3 or 4 years out of professional athletics, he was turning to fat a bit, but still powerfully built. I could smell his animate musk from his crotch clear across the room. It did nothing for me of course, but his pheromones were clearly going right to the pleasure centers of Maggie’s brain.
While she was kissing him, she had leaned forward enough for him to begin working on undoing her dress. The quiet grind of her zipper coming down started to bring the situation home to me. They were not stopping at kissing and touching. This was going to advance to a next step I was not sure I wanted to witness. Still, it was better than sitting outside, across the street, imagining all the things this huge black guy was forcing on Maggie. — although from the look of things, he didn’t look like he had to force anything.
Her dress slid down from her shoulders, and he told her it was time to go up to the bedroom. She stood up and her dress fell down to the floor. She stood with her back toward me, revealing her ass to me, and her assets to him. He shucked his shirt and Maggie took his hand. As they walked upstairs, with Maggie leading him by his right hand, his left hand fondled her pale ass cheeks as they ascended.
When they were on the landing, I started up after them, slowly and quietly. I hesitated on the stairs for several minutes and they were already touching and fondling in our bedroom when I finally walked in quietly. Our bedroom is set up with a small reading nook in the Northeast corner, and our bed’s headboard against the South wall. From where I sat, not making a sound, I would be able to see Maggie do everything. His back was against the side of the bed, and he held Maggie from behind. She still had her bra, panties, stockings and garter on. Marcus was stripped to the waist, still with his trousers on. In an unreal parallel to earlier in the day, he held her just as I had, and just like me was nibbling and kissing the left side of her neck, having lifted her hair aside. Exactly like me, he was cupping her breasts.
The only difference was Maggie’s reaction. She was breathing heavily and moaning. From the side chair, a scant 8 feet away from them, I could hear continued moaning and quietly whispered urgings. He slid his hand down her tummy, then into her light colored thong, exactly as I had earlier. Everything was eerily parallel. The only difference of course was Maggie’s reaction. Far from rebuking him or tearing his hands away from her body, her right arm stroked his; her right hand caressed his right hand, encouraging his actions.
I studied enough physiology in college to understand a little bit what was happening for Maggie. Her body was getting prepared for being fucked. The extra blood supply went to various places. Her lips were now 25% larger than normal. Her pupils widened, her nipples were hard as rocks and sticking out. Against the lightly freckled whiteness of her body, her upper chest and throat were now glowing a bright pink, that sign of sexual receptivity all white women give off, betraying their true emotions whether they attempt to hide it or not. Her cheeks were red and her face was flushed, but the biggest change was likely to be in her groin. Blood was gorging into her triangle including the lips of her pussy, causing them to swell and become enlarged to cushion a lover’s pelvic bone as he thrust a penis into her repeatedly.
Maggie has a fat twat with pronounced ‘camel toes’ even in normal conditions. She always had trouble wearing shorts or tight fitting pants, especially when sitting. The seam in the crotch would part her pussy lips which would then protrude to the point of embarrassing her. We always used to joke about it. From where I was sitting, it was perfectly clear that her outer pussy lips were extra engorged to take her lover. It was also clear from the large darkened wet spot at the front of her thong, now partially shielding Marcus’ probing knuckles and fingers, that she was unbearably aroused and ready to take his cock. Her legs began to tremble and she moaned very loudly, and then clasped his left hand over her breast and his right hand tightly onto her pussy.
As all men do, Marcus understood this as the point of no return for her, and began to whisper into her left ear, but not so softly that I couldn’t hear absolutely everything though. He licked her left ear and said forcefully, “Tell Big Daddy, Baby. Tell Big Daddy what you want, what you crave, what you can’t get enough of.”
Maggie wasn’t speaking softly at all, as she begged, “Mmmmmm…. PLEASE FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR HOT COCK, PLEASE FILL IT…. I NEED YOUR BLACK COCK SO MUCH…. PLEASEEEEEE FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD….”
With that, his big hands fumbled the clasp for her bra; the pressure of her lust-swollen breasts against her pushup bra caused the straps to fall and the bra to fall forward. As the bra fell off her, leaving her breasts exposed, Marcus turned her to face him. Whether affected by the sudden exposure to the cool air of the house, or engorged by lust, her nipples were now extended and tilted slightly upwards, tinted a blood-enriched pink. Standing on her tiptoes, she rapidly kissed him with a passion I don’t think I had ever felt from her, his thick lips meeting and covering hers completely. She sucked on his tongue, breathing rapidly as she tore at his belt and zipper.
In a moment his trouser came down and Maggie struggled to pull his boxers down over his wide hips. His manhood was obscured from my vision by Maggie’s body now pressed tightly against his. He turned her around so that she as now backed up to the side of the bed and roughly pushed her onto our matrimonial mattress. Her legs were dangling over the side of the bed, and he spread her thighs wide apart stepping between. Once again, he musky smell of his cock and his balls fairly permeated the atmosphere, and it was clear that he was master of my wife, able to move her to the rhythm of his desire and the strength of his power.
I could now see his bulky black back and ass as the closest thing to me. He had dark, nearly hairless ebony skin, a big ass, and a big gut and chest, with huge arms, when he leaned over Maggie to begin tasting her body I saw his balls and the back of his cock for the first time. His balls were the size and color of large black plums in contrast to my tiny pink walnuts. I thought his cock didn’t look much longer than my own erection would be, but a lot thicker. It was only minutes later when I saw his cock rise to hardness that I understood that I was only seeing his penis just hanging down and nearly flaccid.
Maggie reached her arms out to him with deep yearning, her legs spread and hanging limply off the side of the bed. He walked between her thighs moving them further apart with a couple bumps of his legs. He moved to her breasts with his mouth, his hands under her ass, squeezing and kneading. He sucked and chewed at each nipple with his thick lips until they were now rock-hard and standing up at least half an inch. As I remember it, he probably took a good five minutes on each breast, while Maggie lay back urging him on with tender mutterings and stroking his sweaty head and neck. “Titties gonna hurt tomorrow bitch. You won’t forget who owns that pussy, I guarantee,” he said, evoking a loud “YESSSSSSS, OH YESSSS,” from between Maggie’s clenched jaw.
Maggie leaned back on her forearms, allowing Marcus to run his tongue down Maggie’s stomach until he reached her navel. I had known the joy of this move many times in our married lovemaking, as it always produced a moan of joy from her. Obviously he knew this too, probably having discovered it as a way of taking control of her just this way last month.
Skipping past his obvious target, he began kissing her on the knees and the inside of her thighs as he worked his way back up to her cunt. As he proceeded, he left several bite marks on each thigh, which drew a sharp gasp from Maggie. Now she was moving her hips up and down and squirming.
As I knew it would, Maggie’s breathing quickened. Marcus lifted her hips with his left hand and pulled her thong down and away with a single move of his right hand, throwing them behind him and in my general direction. This move revealed the smooth baldness just above her pubis. Those Orient Beach readers who ‘outted’ our identities from the first story I published about our initial experience with swinging may remember Maggie as having a somewhat bushy pussy. For Marcus, she had Brazilian waxed there.
Even from where I was sitting, I could see that the wetness glistening on her outer labia was a clear indication of her excitement and readiness for his penetration. As Marcus turned ever so slightly though, I now began to see his cock rise above a 45 degree angle in anticipation of thrusting into her ready and waiting pussy. It was absolutely huge to my eyes, a lighter brown than the rest of his body except for the purplish head, struggling to free itself from his foreskin. Maggie saw his cock too, and reached out tentatively to stroke him, preparing herself for his penetration. This released more of his musk into the air, already rich with his animal scent.
Marcus pushed her flat on the bed and covered her pussy with what looked to be a very broad tongue and started lapping her juices. He licked her pussy rapidly, never slowing his pace. For her part Maggie alternating between stroking his close cropped hair, and caressing and massaging his broad back. From my perch, her urgings looked tender and submissive. To my agonized eyes, they looked more like two committed and impassioned lovers than simple “fuck buddies”
“OH, BABY … OH, YOU’RE SO GOOD … OH, GOD … OH, PLEASE … MY HONEY … MY LOVER…. MY MASTER…. OH, PLEASE, BABY…,” Maggie said over and over. I got the sense that the volcano which I knew so well was beginning to build inside of her. Marcus responded by clamping his hands to her ass and feasting on her pussy like a starving man. His tongue went into overdrive, fueled by desiring his mouth where it was right now, between the legs of my wife.
“OH GOD …. OH YESSSSSS! OH FUCCCCCK… OH FUCK… OH FUCK MEEEE!” Maggie was saying through mixed whimpers and moans.
Marcus lapped her pussy for another long minute or two, rising up to meet her, kissed her deeply on the mouth. Maggie gently sucked his tongue and I wondered excitedly whether she could taste her own flavor on his mouth.
Marcus then pulled her fanny lips apart with his hands exposing the luscious pinkness of Maggie’s ripe fanny (which I never appreciated until this very moment.) He inserted two long fingers into her reddened vagina, and started thrusting them in and out. “Baby, you so wet. You ready to take a real cock, girl?”
Maggie, usually silent during our lovemaking, moaned and gave him a nearly breathless, “OH YES, GOD YES. NOWWWW…… PLEEEEASE OH PLEASE.”
Marcus removed his soaking fingers and lifted them to his nose, “Oh yeah. Smell that cunt. Baby, you so ready to be plowed. No way you get this hot for nipple-dick over there.” Turning to me, he offered, “Hey bubba, you wantta smell yo woman’s pussy. Smell how hot she is for my cock?”
I gritted my teeth , but had agreed to being a silent partner in this game, so I just said a silent, “Fuck you shithead” to myself.
“Yeah baby, you my slut now and from now on. Assume the position, bitch.” He started to lift and turn Maggie simultaneously into a doggie position on the side of the bed, Maggie struggled against it.
“Wait, wait, wait. I need you on top of me so, so bad. I need to see your face, to watch you cum, to feel your power between my legs. I need to kiss you and hold you tight. I want to be more intimate with you than I ever have with anyone,” she begged.
I am writing this from recall, rather than notes taken at the time of course, but that was the essence of Maggie’s breathy plea.
She scooted 90 degrees and rested her head on the pillow, spread her bent knees, opened her arms to welcome this hulking black guy who it was obvious she was starting to feel something very deep for. He hauled his bulk onto the bed making the frame squeak loudly as he did so. He pushed her right leg aside, and closed the distance between his cock head and her hips which were moving excitedly upward in anticipation. Now, beginning to sweat with excitement, their pheromones mixed in the air, creating a spiral of white-hot lust which turned me on even from across the room. My dick, which had been semi-hard now strained against my briefs.
He leaned to her breasts and worked them so more, taking each nipple between his thick lips and pulling on her breasts. You could see the bluish veins under her white skin engorged with excitement.
Suddenly, Maggie cried out in pain, “Ow… Ow… Hurts…” Even so, all the while she held his head and his lips on her body.
He relented releasing her stiffened tits, now enlarged and bright red. He rested on his knees and forearms. “Bitch, you gonna remember this night,” he said, then his voice softened, “You WILL remember this night,”
She smiled, “I know honey. AND You never have to stop just because I say ‘ouch’. I like the pain when it’s from you. I REALLLY like the pain.”
He reared back on his knees, still perched between her legs and smiled a huge smile, saying “Oh Baby, baby, you want to please you master so much, Ain’t that right?”.
Maggie smiled and nodded her head, and he replied and tightened his grip on her, “No, say it. “Say ‘I want to please you, Master’.”
Maggie hesitated as he studied her face intently. Maggie bit her lip, but then said, “Yes my Master, I just want to please you and you alone.”
Although mostly turned away from me I could still see his cock, now tilting upwards toward his belly and bouncing up and down with anticipation of penetrating my wife deeply. I can’t really judge the size of other guys’ cocks that well, but for me to see a few inches of it, I knew it had to be huge.
Maggie reached up to caress his left arm with her right hand, and said, “I want this to be an unforgettable night too, the most special ever.”
Her eyes brighten, glistening with the tears of pain from his manhandling. Bruises were already starting to appear on her breasts. She started to grasp his cock to guide it to her pussy, and suddenly it looked to me like she got an idea spontaneously. In retrospect, I don’t know whether it really was an on the spot decision, or another way to put me in my place, but at the time it seemed ad lib.
At any rate, she looked over in my direction for the first time since they came home. To her lover she said, “Marcus, I want Jack to be a part of this night too. I want him to guide you to me. Let him see what a real man feels like.”
To me, she beckoned. “No way I will—never.” I remember saying, echoing my words from last March.
“Baby, I don’t know if I want another man touching my junk.” Maggie looked at him intently, “THIS man, you DO, honey. It’s important to ME.”
Almost hypnotized by her words and her eyes, I walked over stiffly standing beside Maggie’s shoulder. Maggie reached to the side and put my right hand on his ebony cock. It really was as thick and longer at close range. It was pulsing and hot, and some of his precum ran on my palm.
“Stroke him, pull back his foreskin. It’s how I love feeling him.” Maggie implored.
I pulled back on his long foreskin and his huge purple mushroom head popped forward. His cock felt huge and heavy in my hand.
“Jack, come be a part of this. Now. I need you to suck him for me—I want you to taste how good he tastes.”
I shook my head violently and released Marcus’ cock, its hot impression still in my mind.
“Jack, please baby. Just this once. It’s a special night for me to include the two men I love. Please?” She pouted.
I was so desperate to please her, my mind was unbalanced. Almost against my will, I leaned over and put the cock in my mouth experimentally, a first in a very straight life. I could taste a thick, salty flavor his precum, mixed with a deep male musk exuding from his crotch.
I quickly withdrew my mouth, but Maggie pushed my head back down with her left arm. “SUCK it Jack, like you mean it.”
I ran my tongue around the large mushroom head. I touched his cum slit with the flat of my tongue and I moved my mouth up and down a couple inches.
Maggie stroked my hair, but still held my head down. “No. Deeper. Deeper, my love. Learn how to take him like I would take you.”
She put her left hand on my right and made me stroke and squeeze him, still holding my head down with her left. I took him deeper into my mouth, moved forward and back and then, feeling the excitement of conquest, Marcus pushed far down into my throat. I gagged and gasped for air, pulling away from both Maggie’s grip and his cock, now glistening with my saliva.
“That’s it, Maggie. I am done with that shit,” I said loudly. Looking back at his cock, it glistened with my saliva. I was sickened by the whole thing.
At the time, it didn’t seem like as big a deal as it does now, 6 months later. But in one stroke, they made me a partner to their lust. I had shown that I was completely ok with anything they might do, unable to ever make any objection.
I backed away from the bed. Maggie looked at him and said, “Thanks baby, I just won a bet with my husband, and now ignore him; come take me and make me yours. This is a VERY special night.” She reached up for him and not even looking at me said, “Jack, go back and sit and be a good boy. Watch how a real man fucks his woman.”
With her diminutive pale hand, she inserted him down to the place where his foreskin started, and moaned.
Marcus urged, “Relax your pussy, baby, like I told you last time.” Now I could see her tummy rising and falling as she tried to relax her pussy muscles enough for him to stretch her the way he intended.
I was still standing at the side of the bed, about 6 feet away from them. What I now realized from watching him push and yes, also from having his cock in my mouth, was that he was actually a good deal bigger than I had previously thought. A lot of his cock had been hidden under the bulge of his belly. As he thrust into her very slowly, I thought the downward push was not going to end.
He was going for broke on his first thrust and Maggie winced, saying “OW…. OW…. OWWWWW….”
He pulled and then jammed his cock hard into her pussy again, making a liquid noise as he slid deep into her stretched vagina.
Marcus was not a total animal, he withdrew, albeit slowly. As he did so, I saw Maggie’s pussy juices coating his cock completely down to his balls with a little pool of whitish fluid collected there. His manhood glistened dark black in the dimness of the bedside lamp.
Maggie breathed, “Whew, sorry, that was just a little sudden and you went all the way into my cervix. But don’t stop Honey. Be back inside me. It hurts sometimes when you’re really deep, but it hurts soooo good.”
Her tummy moved up and down in anticipation. A vein at her neck was pulsing. I saw that her outer lips we swollen for him, and as he rubbed his head up and down over her already stretched inner lips, she relaxed a bit, her hands relaxing their grip on his arms.
This time, with a single thrust, he was coupled with her again. His cock was reaching territory that mine had never explored, that much I was sure of. Each time Marcus pulled out he looked between Maggie’s legs to see her inner cunt lips stretched and clinging to his cock head. Then he smiled again and pushed his cock back in just as far as before.
I watched silently from the right side of the bed. His big ass moved up and down like a machine, and I began to appreciate that his athletic skill didn’t stop at the football field. His smooth black back began to glisten with sweat. I could see drops forming at the top of his ass crack and he pumped endlessly for what was certainly longer than I have ever gone without a break.
Certain parts of this journal I have written for dramatic effect, using dialog from memory (which is always faulty), but I would swear that he fucked Maggie without stopping literally for over 15 minutes only changing pace to heighten his own pleasure (I know – glanced at clock.) I now understood where the rank musky sex and sweat smell the lingered in our bed from last month came from.
Like a V-8 engine ticking over, I saw and heard the steady slap-slap-slap of his pubes on hers, the rise and all of his broad black belly, Maggie’s pussy farts as he stretched her on each down stroke then pulled her pussy back with each upstroke. Whenever he drove his cock hard, Maggie responded with a little “Unngh” sound, the air getting knocked out of her lungs.
He supported himself on his forearms and knees while he alternated between quick fucking strokes and much longer ones. I could see the pinkish incision marks on both of his knees from numerous repairs to football injuries, but otherwise he was a large black mass as he continued to turn my wife into his love slave as she writhed under him, circling her hips to feel every inch of him.
Marcus talked dirty to her during all this saying things like “Yeah Fuck me, fucking cunt. You my ho’! Raise that ass and take my cock when I fuck you lazy slut. I’m gonna fill you with so much cum, you be dripping for days.”
Maggie always loved dirty talk when we fucked, and this absolutely turned her on even more, if that was even possible.
For her part. Maggie alternated between kissing him very deeply taking his tongue in her mouth, licking his sweat, and sucking his nipples. She responded to his control of their fucking by moving her hips in a circular screwing motion. She kept this up to please him but stopped often, lacking his animal stamina. When she rested, she caressed his ass or ran her hands up and down his broad sides, wiping his sweat on her ribs and tits as I watched him bring her to orgasm. Maggie tends to cum quickly; it’s just her nature, and I saw all the telltale signs of her rising a bit before I heard her cry out – the flush of her face, the slight grimace, the little yelp of pleasure and pain.
Looking on, I also believe that a number of times he pushed her cervix open from he little expressions of pain on her face, but she seemed to be lost to him in sheer lust, so the little ‘ouches’ and ‘ows’ diminished over time as he continued to open and stretch her pussy. Suddenly, she rose to orgasm with an audible outpouring of pleasure.
In the middle of their fucking—I think after he felt her cum—he turned tender toward her saying, “Oh yeah, you my woman now. You mine now baby, feel what I got for you.”
Although Maggie relaxed after her orgasm, she continued to fuck him back. “Oh yes, I am yours. All that and more for you; yours alone, yours to use, yours for always. My Master.”
Although Marcus may have believed this, I knew Maggie’s capacity for acting, for role playing, so I was not as hurt as you may think.
“You ready for it, slut? Ready to take Big Daddy’s cum?” He was clearing building toward his own climax, ready to explode into Maggie’s waiting vagina.
Suddenly his big ass tensed and I saw it dimple as he shoved in extra hard to stretch his cock and Maggie’s vagina.His ass tensed a couple more times as he lost himself to his climax. Moving to one side of the chair, I witnessed his balls spasm, and suddenly the area around Maggie’s expanded vagina was filled surrounded all around with a flood of creamy white sperm. She gripped his body and pushed her hips up toward him to milk even more from his exploding cock. She slid her hands down to his ass cheeks and pulled him to her. Her legs struggled vainly to make it around his waist. Sweat ran freely from both of them.
“Oh fuck, muthafuck. muthafuck,” he kept repeating, laughing a low and hearty laugh. He made a couple more thrusts to push his cum further into her pussy, then stroked her very weakly and quietly as his spasms subsided.
He rolled off her to her left on the bed. Her loins were creamed with his cum, and both her thighs and the kinky hair around his cock were matted with his cum and the receptive juices of my wife’s vagina. I looked right between Maggie’s still-bent knees and open crotch to see how open her vagina now was, after experiencing a good 20 or more minutes of being stretched by his cock.
Marcus lay back sweating, and his cock though softened looked nevertheless large both in length and in circumference. Maggie nestled in his sweaty nook, and played idly with his nipples and ran her hand down his ample belly.
They both laughed a little and talked pillow talk about various thing including how much he loved the way Maggie kept screwing and circling his cock; how he almost came a couple times but held back because ‘his bitches always cum first’; how he could feel his cock forcing open the previously tight ring of her cervix; how he loved the way she responded to him like a hot slut.
The more I heard, the more I wanted this man out of my house and my bed. The last straw was when he said offhandedly, “For rizzle baby, how your blondy daughter gonna feel to have a little brother with kinky black hair for to play with.”
Maggie turned toward him onto her left side, nestled against his sweaty body. She lazily swung her right leg across his body, her right arm sliding over his bulk, lovingly massaging his stomach and his chest and nipples. He turned his head toward her and they began several minutes of deep kissing. From my vantage point, I saw his thick dark lips cover her mouth. Maggie’s cheeks depressed as she sucked his tongue rhythmically. Marcus turned toward her, fitting his beefy black leg between hers and rocking his thigh against her crotch. His hands were all over her back, fondling and squeezing her ass. Her hands were hidden from my view, but it was obvious that she was running her hands over his back and ample ass with complete and lustful abandon.
He began to nuzzle her neck and playfully bite, raising what would become purple hickeys in the nape of her neck. She held then stroked his head to hold him into position, accepting his marks of ownership. After a bit, she stretched with catlike grace and said, “God, I stink. I need to take a shower, care to join me?”
She slid off the bed with her back to me, facing her black lover. She took his hand, looking so demure against his hug frame and led him into our walk in shower, holding his cock gently and tenderly, looking back over her shoulder at that man who had become at least for now her undisputed master. I sat there in the deep shadow of the reading nook in our bedroom; I puffed out my cheeks and blew out through pursed lips, trying to understand all this. Was this Maggie getting back at me for playing with Debbie or was she having feelings for this black man.
They played in the shower together, but I had no stomach to look in on them. I walked out in the hallway, and passing the open bathroom door saw through the fog of the shower door Maggie lavishing her soap filled hands over his penis and balls. She was laughing flirtatiously with him, which is so untypical of my usually serious wife.
I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge after several minutes walked dejectedly back up stairs, passing the bathroom again. The glass door was still fogged of course, but their action was obvious. Maggie as on her knees as he faced the back of the shower. Her face was buried deep in the crack of his ass as she gripped his hips, lavishing her tongue on his asshole and kissed his broad ass cheeks. Never had I seen her give herself with such abandon. Needless to say, I was shocked by her devotion to pleasing him whatever the cost to her self respect.
I heard his deep baritone moaning and urging her on, “Yeah, you my hungry little slut; show me you my bitch. Lick that asshole, lick it good”
I went back to he armchair, scratching my head, just reflecting on the situation. Was Maggie punishing me for my dalliance with Debbie, or was she truly enthralled with yet another black man. After another 15 minutes of this they turned off the shower and Marcus emerged first.
While Maggie towel dried her hair, Marcus fished around in the pockets of his trousers which had long since become a part of the litter on the bedroom floor. After only a second or two, called to Maggie saying, “Come in here Big Daddy got something for you and I want nipple dick over in the corner to see it too.
Maggie came over to our bed an sat beside Marcus, totally nude, her hair still slightly wet. She threw her left leg over his right, playfully running her hand over the beefy thigh of the man who had used her as his private slut. She looked at him quizzically.
He started out by saying, “Baby, I been thinking bout this since we started texting. I wasn’t sure before tonight, but now I am. You one exciting bitch, and I want to claim you. I want to stretch this fine white pussy every night” as his right hand plunged between her thighs.
I could see his massaging her mound with his huge hand, and Maggie’s nipples tilting upwards within several second of being touched by him. Clearly her appetite for his animal lust was awakening yet again.
He continued, “Lookit, you my women now; hell, maybe you even my Baby Mama by now.”
He opened a jewelry box and from my vantage point it looked like a gold chain. It could have been a bracelet, but too short for a necklace. Marcus explained that it was an anklet. With his bulky black hands he lifted her right leg and worked clumsily at fastening it around her right ankle. The anklet sported a single charm – a black spade with a gold “Q” in the middle, dangling from it.
He smiled at his handiwork, and explained, “See, when a woman wears this on her right leg it means she is exclusively a back man’s property. He went on, “Now when we go out clubbing, then you wears it outside your stockings; that lets the rest of the brothas know you goes bareback with me.”
Next he pulled out a thumb ring from the box, and slid that on her left thumb. He seemed to know her size, I thought; either that or they had shopped for these trinkets together.
I knew enough about the symbolism of the ring to know that being worn on the same hand as her wedding rings meant she is cuckolding her husband.
Marcus drove the point home by saying to her, “Remember to wear it all the time with the anklet, so everyone be knowing a brotha done made your husband a cuck boy.”
I couldn’t take this crap any more, stood up and stomped the two steps over to the bed and faced them. In one maneuver, this bastard had taken Maggie from plaything to possession, and I wasn’t having any of it. “That’s it,” I said, “Get out. Get out of my bed, my house and my wife’s pussy. Now.”
“You too late, man.” Marcus said staring me down. “She don’t want no more of your little white dick; After she been stretched by my cock, she can’t even feel you no more. Man, she’s a black man’s woman now.”
He looked at Maggie, “Ain’t that right?”
Maggie blushed from her neck down between her cleavage. He rubbed his ample left hand over her left thigh, still draped over his leg. He traced his finer onto her upper thigh and said, “Next we got ta get you a tat right here, so no white man will dare to mess with you again.”
“One more thing, ” he said lightly sliding his hand over Maggie’s slender thigh. He reached into the nightstand and came back wit ha round pill dispenser in his hand. Both Maggie and I recognized them and individually our eyes registered surprise –in his firm grasp were Maggie’s birth control pills. “You ain’t be needing these any more. We don’ want nothing to block my seed, right?”
For the first time of the night, I smiled and thought, “Well played, my black friend.”
There was no way that Maggie was actually going to consent to being his – as he called it – “Baby Mama.” This guy has lost his mind, I thought. Maggie may be doing payback for my screwing Debbie, but this guy just called her bluff.
“You want to be my Baby Mama, right? You ready for that?” He continued. Maggie looked tongue-tied, with tears welling in her eyes. She stammered out, “I… I… I…”
Marcus looked at her, his black eyes drilling through her soul. “Marcus, having a man’s child is serious, and anyway I am 41. I might not be able to conceive that easily. I never intended for things to go this far. I… I…” she continued to make excuses.
Marcus sat down beside her on the bed then put his big left hand over her lips to stifle her protests. Then running his thumb over her lips, he spoke softly but commandingly, “You know you need what I got. An’ you know how bad you want it. Look, close your eyes – even when I ain’t inside you, you can feel it, feel your need. If you don’t do just what I say, I walk and never come back. And we both know you ain’t gonna let that happen. You already aching’ inside from needing my cock. Ain’t that right girl?”
He continued to run his fat thumb over her slightly parted lips and then moved his thumb slowly in and out of her willing mouth.
With her eyes closed as he had commanded, Maggie seemed almost hypnotized, as she softly began to suck his offered thumb. She continued to suck and run her tongue over his dark thumb a low continuing moan coming from deep within her. I saw this standing close to the bed, incredulous at this turn. Maggie was really happily submitting to his every command. This didn’t track at all. Maggie was always willful, stubborn and self possessed. But now, it was quite the opposite. She seemed a woman possessed. A woman who had willingly made an important decision
Looking at me again, Marcus said, “Why don’t you go back over and sit down while I breed yo wife.”
He took his thumb from her lips and began to position her on the edge of the bed in doggie position. She moved as if in a trance, weakly compliant. She looked back over her right shoulder, her gaze tracking down his body then visibly stopping at his swollen cock, eagerly if unconsciously licking her lips. Backing away slowly, with what had to be a “what the fuck” look on my face, Once again the scent of his arousal controlled my wife’s every reaction. I noted that her nostrils flared to take in all of his musky scent. I was still standing close enough to see her mons again becoming very red and swollen, pulsing slightly, eager to feel his cock pushing her lips open, eager to accept his cock, which was slowly raising toward the ceiling and Maggie’s pale milky white buttocks and eager pussy. In doggie position, her breasts were now engorged with excitement, her stiff nipples pointing straight down.
My fair skinned, freckled Irish-American wife was now his willing concubine, her mind cleared of everything not connected with her lustful need to be penetrated by his now very swollen cock.
I started to pull him away from Maggie. Marcus pushed me away with his powerful right hand. “If you good, you can stay and watch me breed my new baby mama; an’ we gonna need you to clean both of us up after we cum.”
Moving back toward the offered target of my wife’s swollen mons and her glistening pink inner lips, he said, “Yeah now girl, we gonna continuate, consecrate, and consummate,” he said laughing heartily.
He moved between her open legs, leaned forward with both his big hands on her hips. I sat back into the chair slowly, my mouth agape. Maggie shivered as the huge purple mushroom of his head stretched her pussy to a wide circumference — incredibly wide and further than she had ever opened to accept my dick during our lovemaking.
Moving slowly forward he elicited a gasp from Maggie’s open lips and a moaned “Mmmmmmm” from her throat, and then “OHHHHHHHH…. YESSSSS….. ”
Marcus said in low voice, “Thass it girl, push back and get your cock. Push ’til you feel me hit yo’ womb baby.”
Then, as Maggie screwed her butt toward his belly, pushing the foreskin back from his shaft, her pussy stretched perhaps to the point of pain or perhaps extreme ecstasy. As she moved forward, I could see his stationary cock, huge and glistening black with her juices. The inner lining of her pussy sucked back and clinging to his cock. Again she thrust back against him, biting her lower lip, her eyes half closed.
Maggie settled into a steady rocking rhythm. Every time she pushed against him she gasped, “OOHHHH…. “.
I could see the nipple not hidden by her arm, which was already hard grow harder and redder in the light of the bedside lamp.
Suddenly, Marcus raised his right hand and slapped Maggie’s right ass cheek solidly. As his hand lifted, I could see the bright red imprint of his huge paw. “Bitch, I tol’ you to push your cunt on my cock until you can feel me in your womb.”
Maggie drew a sharp breath. “I’m going to spank that lazy white ass of yours until you learn your position” Marcus slurred.
This snapped me out of my trace. “What the fuck, you bastard. That’s it; get out before I kick your ass. You don’t dare touch my wife like that.”
“Back off, muthafucka, ” he said pointing his huge index finger at me. “She know she need to be taught her position. Get the fuck outta here.”
My hands were clenched in fists of rage ready to spring at him, push his huge body away from my wife. With his right arm alone he held me at bay.
“Boy, you don’ get it. This bitch needs to be ridden hard and broken. Because you wasn’t man enough to train her right to begin with, my cock is plowing her pussy and I done replaced you, When she got three of my babies to raise, she won’t be stepping of line no more.” he said.
As if to punctuate his criticism, he pushed his hard rod inside Maggie, stroking her a couple times. Maggie bit her lower lips slightly and moaned.
Maggie broke the tension of the moment. There were tears in her eyes as she said, “Jack, stop. It’s ok.. You should leave — just go to the other bedroom. Do it now. Sorry honey.”
Accepting his ownership of her body, she lowered her head to the mattress, resting on one shoulder in an even more subservient position. She reached back to massage his ripe-plum sized balls tenderly, and said meekly, “I’m sorry Baby, I want to feel you in my womb too. Sooo Badddd. See?”
With that she thrust back hard on his cock. His rod pistoned forward in its loose foreskin, sheathed in the grip of Maggie’s excited pussy.
Clearly, they both felt the wild thrill of sexual abandon. Maggie reached forward, her neck tensed; both arms stretched forward, her hands bunching the sheets under her. Marcus’ eye closed in ecstasy, and his hips jutted forward against Maggie’s willing ass cheeks. As she moved her hips forward to please the lover who now laid his claim to her, several inches of his black cock were exposed and now glistened with a coating of the juices from her pussy, now obviously in complete ecstasy.
Again she thrust back on his cock, as he held his body stationary, and watched approvingly and in complete ecstasy as Maggie impaled her body on his cock. She moaned both in pleasure and pain as she pushed hard against him. I watched several more times as she continued to work his swollen cock deep into her vagina.
I gritted my teeth and threw up my arms in disgust. Walking out of the room and shaking my head, I looked back to see Marcus smacking Maggie’s ass with one hand and fondling her ankle, now sporting the shiny jewelry of her willing enslavement to him. I caught a final, very potent and distinct whiff of his strong male scent. I was forced to admit that it was an exciting, intoxicating, primeval, masculine smell of a dominating alpha male. As I look back on it now, I remember that the sight and fragrance of Maggie’s cunt was more than enough to make me hard, and outside their line of sight, I reached to touch my own erection.
Outside the bedroom door, I heard her yelp as she again felt the palm of his hand come down on her ass. In our marriage, I had never seen her this aroused. I groaned as I recognized my own need for a climax. I sat in the spare bedroom, and unzipped my pants, then reached in to squeeze and stroke my own penis. The ache was too much to bear. Whenever I closed my eyes I could see them gyrate in flashes of sweat soaked flesh. I could even feel my once-reserved wife a few feet away moving her pussy to take his hot cock deeper inside. I came in hot gushing streams, as hard as I have ever climaxed.
June 28, 4 A.M.
An hour later in the spare bedroom. I could no longer see Maggie and her lover, I could hear their sex talk clearly. I wanted very much to be in Maggie’s pussy having her beg me to fuck her as she now did to her man. I had a sick feeling that I would never be doing that again, not as long as there was a Sean or a Marcus. I reached for my own dick, rock hard and straining to its full 6 inch length. I stroked away in abandon, hating myself as I did so, but needing to cum again desperately.
I listened silently, my mind racing, my jealousy stirring. She had never responded this wildly to my fucking. Could she ever be satisfied with me again, I wondered.
“OH YES….. FUCKKKKK MEEEEE…. ” Maggie said, between a scream and a moan.
Marcus replied, “You mine now ain’cha baby?” Maggie said between gritted teeth, “Oh yes, I ‘m your whore….. MMMMM….” Then more loudly, “YESSSS…. FUCK MY WHORE PUSSY…. MAKE ME YOUR SLUT, YOUR WHORE, YOUR BABY MAMA…. PUT YOUR SEED IN MY WOMB!”
Clearly, I was now the third wheel in his emerging relationship, no involvement other than to listen to my beloved wife as this black, dominant stranger rutted and mated with deep desire, and, it seemed, deep love. Was she lost to me? Would she ever again be satisfied with my loving. It was not looking good. As I heard her continue to beg him to plow her pussy, my own climax built. My cock gushed sperm suddenly and explosively as I experienced perhaps the most intense orgasm of my life. Looking back on on now, I can now see how successful Maggie’s conditioning of me was. It seemed I could only cum when she was being fucked hard by her black lover. As a result, in my confused logic of the moment, it was now really important to me that she continued to fuck Marcus make him happy.
Several minutes later, after cleaning my cum from my own body, I peeked in on them sheepishly. Maggie’s head was still down, her nipples visibly rock hard, her tummy sucked in, poised in the best position to receive the gift of his hot cum. He obliged her moments later with a prolonged grunt. Marcus’ cum penetrated her deeply and a bit of it overflowed the sides of her pussy. Like the tamed brood mare she had now become, she had held off her own climax until her lover was satisfied, but she could contain it no longer. She bit her lower lip and came after a final long thrust to milk his balls of even more of his sperm; her body tensed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. She collapsed onto her tummy, and Marcus lowered his body atop her back, weakly stroking her spent cunt a couple more times for good measure.
After several moments locked in this way Marcus climbed of her and collapsed onto what was normally her side of the bed, and she moved onto what was use to be my side. She nestled in his offered arm, lying on her right side and facing him. Her right side was hidden by his bulk, but I could see that her left ass cheek, highlighted by the soft bedroom lamp had already begun to bruise, and her left breast and that side of her neck bore the bruises of his sucking and biting — his marks of ownership on her which would remain as reminders for both of us of th black man who had made my wife his woman. During the coming week, Maggie would take to wearing a scarf to hide the ever-present hickeys, and in the autumn, turtle-neck blouses.
Even more disturbingly, as they began to kiss, his fat lips engulfing hers, he ran his hand over her hip and then for many long moments massaged her tummy, as if to remind her that he had perhaps left an even more permanent memento of his mastery over her. If I had anything to say about it that was never going to happen.
Marcus finally broke the kiss and his huge arm gradually came to rest around my wife’s waist, reeling her in close, his front pressed against her back. They lay like that for around 15 minutes before they both finally drifted off. I was as forlorn as I have ever been to see her owned by this powerful black man. I walked over to the bed to turn out the lamp and looked at Maggie, a smile of complete contentment on her lips. I reflected that in all our years of marriage I don’t think I had ever seen her so fulfilled sexually. Although I felt completely out of place I still wanted to be close to her. Walking back over to the chair, I dragged a suitcase out of the closet, propped my feet up on it, plopped down and fell asleep.
Along about 4 A.M. when the predawn darkness rendered everything in shades of grey, I groggily opened my eyes as I heard Maggie slip out of bed. She looked at me and saw I was awake. She threw on one of my ripped and oversized Tees from the drawer and came over to sit on the stuffed arm of the chair where I had been sleeping uneasily. She smelled like perfume and sweat; she had the animal scent of him all over her body. There was dried cum on both her thighs, and as she lifted her leg to rub some of it away, the cuckold anklet he wedded to her ankle shone dimly in the light
Sitting as she was, she tousled my hair with her right hand and said, quietly, “How you holding up, tiger?” I gritted my teeth; “How do you think?” She stroked my cheek with her hand tenderly. She continued, “My poor baby, I guess I have put you through a lot of shit. I’m sorry Jack, I really am. At first I was just getting back at you for screwing that little whore Debbie. It was just payback. But now — Well now, I just don’t seem to be able to help myself. It’s like he possesses me or something when we’re in bed.”
“Maggie, I think …”, I started, but she continued on.
“Jack, honey I can’t explain any of this. I just seem to want to be a slut when I am with him. He comes into a room and my body takes control. Just the scent of him and I start to get wet and I start to throb between my legs. Maybe it really is true about going black and never coming back. I mean, I still love you in a way, but the way he fucks me I just want to please him more and more.”
She looked at me tenderly while still stroking my hair. Then she looked over at the dark mass on our bed occupying my space. She shook her head, “He is one sick son of a bitch though. Do you know that he peed on my breasts when we were in the shower and then made me eat his ass out? God, what will he make me do next? In a way, we’re both slaves to his desires, honey.”
“Maggie, I don’t think I can take any more of this,” I told her.
Tears formed in her eyes, “No Jack, please don’t say that. We can work something out. I know we can.”
I continued, stroking her silky thigh a little as I thought that over. I was surprised that she actually let me touch her. “Maggie, I can’t see a future for us if you are going to let that gorilla over there impregnate you with his baby. That doesn’t work at all. Are you actually going to let him take you off the pill and continue to let him fuck you bareback any time he wants?”
“Jack, I am 41. Pregnancy is not likely to happen, honey. You are worried too much about nothing. As far as going bareback, it’s really my choice as much as his and now I can’t bear to feel anything between his cock and my body. Come on, now you know how powerful his cock is – I made you suck it after all.”
She smiled wryly, “Payback is a bitch, and I am only a little sorry for that. Did you like it? Sorry, sorry, sorry Jack. I didn’t mean that. It was undeserved. But I did promise you I was going to make you suck off a black man as a payback for Debbie though, didn’t I? You just never listen to me. Not ever.”
“I am listening to you now, honey,” I replied. “but you have to listen to me… I don’t want you fucking him any more, especially in our house and in my bed and more than that I don’t want you to offer your womb to him,.”
Looking over at him, she said, “Oh my love, you have no idea how my body responds to him. It’s like he has every key to my pleasure centre. So my answer is no, Jack; no to all of that. I am not going to stop going bareback with him. Ever.”
I looked at her quizzically, “Ever? Ever is a long time Maggie.”
She shook her head, “I know, but let’s just say that right now, I can’t bear to think about a single night without him fucking me.”
“Even if he knocks you up or shares you with his goon friends? then what?” I offered.
She ran her hands through her hair, “Yes. Even if. Even if all of that. I am just hooked on the pleasure he causes inside me. It’s like I imagine a drug high would be. I can’t explain it.”
I just sat there and said nothing, fuming. My hand slid off her thigh. The silence engulfed us. She stood up and straddled my propped up legs. She whispered, “Would you like to eat my little cunny, sweetie. Marcus says you are allowed to do that much, and I would love it.”
She waggled her hips it front of my face and I could smell the strong aroma of their mixed sexual juices. “Come on, sweetie” she continued pushing her hips forward, “Get your tongue inside me real deep, and taste our cum. There’s SO much of his cum inside me. Lick it for me. I want to watch you do that.” She reached behind her and squeezed my dick furtively, then quickly releasing it as she looked over her shoulder at Marcus’ sleeping form.
As she pushed her pussy hard against my mouth and nose, then squeezed with her pussy muscles, I could feel a little of his cum ooze onto my face. I grabbed her ass cheeks with my hands and pulled her forward. I started to grow hard just from the silky smooth feel of her taut buns in my hands. My tongue advanced toward her labia which she then spread with her fingers. Then suddenly she reached back quickly, and pulled my hands off her ass. “Jack, Jack, don’t touch me please. I don’t want him to wake up and see I let you put your hands on me. Tongue only sweetie, no hands.”
My growing erection quickly went flat. I suddenly jerked back and then pushed her away. I guessed that maybe she was ‘training me’ as much as Marcus (and Sean before him) was training her. It may have been unconscious on her part, but in a hundred subtle ways, she was continuing the effort to train me as a passive cuckold. She had let it slip in conversation with me when she was hot and heavy with Sean that a he expected his married white bitch to limit and control her husband’s desire for sex.
Basically, his idea was that she should practice depriving me of sex, make me beg for it until I learned that her black boyfriend’s sexual desires come before my own. Even more than that, she was supposed to ‘manage’ me so that the only way I would be allowed sexual release would be as a ‘cheering section,’ actively encouraging her to fuck her black lover. Reflecting back on this night, I saw that the conditioning had worked far too well.
I was a journalism major, not a science whiz, but I knew enough about Pavlov making those dogs salivate at the sound of a bell to understand that now the same approach was being used on me. It was true — my only path to sexual release at all with her was to clean her pussy and masturbate myself after she fucked him. As I record this journal many months later, I know that I need her to have sex with Marcus or his friends as my route to sexual release.
At that moment though, I wasn’t about to be “conditioned” into behaving that way for her or her lover. As much as I really wanted her to grind her pussy into my face, I was not ready to give up that final shred of dignity.
June 28, 5 A.M.
“God Maggie, Just go take a bath or something, You stink from fucking him; your pussy smells just like his cock.” I said angrily.
She laughed a tiny giggle, “Well sweetie, I offered. If you don’t want to eat me, not my fault,” she said dismissively, “Next time, you may have to beg for it, and now I don’t know whether I will let you or not.”
She backed away, climbing over my legs. She grabbed a Massengill Douche from the linen closet and closed the door to the bathroom to begin her cleanup bath.
I dozed off again and twenty minutes later, she woke me as she emerged from the bathroom, again pulling my clean but well worn tee over her naked torso. She quietly moved toward the bed. As she did, Marcus, lying on his right side, woke with a start; he rubbed his eyes and saying, “What the fuck you doing outta bed, bitch? Get yo white ass back up in here before I have to whip it again. Do I got to spank you again? You messing around with your husband?”
In the brightening morning light, Maggie looked down to the carpet. “Please. Sorry. I’m sorry. I was just freshening up for you baby.”
She climbed back into bed and began to run her hands over his nude bulk, moving under the sheets toward his cock, flaccid, but large and clearly outlined. She lay back against him, positioning her ass against his belly, but he pushed her away. “An’ what the fuck you doin’ wearing his tee shirt woman? You crazy? When you comes into my bed, you comes ready to be fucked. Understood?”
He slapped her left ass cheek for emphasis – not strongly but not lightly either. I was beginning not to care. Clearly, as long as she needed his cock the way she did, she was little more than a slave to his every command.
He ripped my shirt off her none too gently as she was pulling away from him to avoid punishment. Oh well, I thought, “He’s torn my marriage, so the shirt is the least of my problems.”
Naked once again, Maggie snuggled into him, her bare back against his gut. In the dawning light I saw him lift the sheet slightly, move Maggie’s left ass cheek up and then rested his cock between her crack.
I felt like screaming, “get your fucking black cock from between my wife’s ass cheeks you son of a bitch,” but of course I didn’t.
Maggie had won in her humiliation of me. In the most meaningful way, she really had made me a passive and compliant cuckold.
An hour or two later as the morning light began to stream a bit more strongly into the bedroom windows, Marcus moved a little, and I could see he had extreme ‘morning wood.” he stared to caress Maggie from behind. She started to shrug him off, mumbling to let her sleep.
He shook her a little, ” C’mon girl; can’t you feel me? Don’t you know what you gotta do when yo man gotta hard on like this. Baby, let’s go. I need to bust a nut in yo cunt.”
Marcus reached over and turned the clock radio to a hard core rap station, listening to the style of music that has become the soundtrack to our lives lately. Maggie seems as addicted to hip hop and rap as she does to Marcus’ black body.
Maggie turned on her back, yawning, “Marcus, let me wake up, I’m not ready for you yet.” — Maggie was never a “morning person.”
“Bitch, do I need to train you some more?” he threatened.
Maggie looked at him with some fear. She shifted position to lay on her back. “No baby, no. I was wrong. . I want you. I do. Come be inside me.”
Marcus, threw the sheets off them both and said, “Yeah, that’s it. Spread your legs for you baby daddy, sugar.”
Maggie simultaneously spread her legs and raised her knees to welcome him.. He moved in between her legs on his knees, supporting his bulk with his left arm while rubbing his huge hot cock up and down her pussy slit. He slowly worked it in, but Maggie moved back a few inches.
She bargained, “Go slow baby, please. I will make it soooo good for you, but you just need to get me wet.”
“Slut, it ain’t about YOU. It’s about me and my needs. You a black man’s woman now. You here to serve me,” he said hotly.
With that he thrust hard into my wife’s unready vagina, drawing a scream from her. He withdrew, and thrust several more times, each time drawing a little wince from Maggie as she braced for his next thrust. Gradually though, she began to meet his downward strokes and match them with her own.
After only a few minutes, she began to moan long and continuously, “MMMMMMM…. OH GOD. OH GOD. OH GOD…. YESSSSSSS…. YESSSS.” She opened her eyes and craned her neck up to kiss him, and he responded by thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Maggie was now under his control again. It had taken only five minutes to turn her from unwilling participant to a complete slut, wriggling her hips to take him deeper, as deeply as possible, so that he was poking open the ring of her cervix. She now knew her master’s needs and responded to them with complete abandon.
My wife wildly gyrated her hips, and I could hear the continued wet slapping of his cock and balls now coated liberally with her cunt juices. I could see the quickening pace of his fucking, and Maggie’s heightening response as she wrapped both arms around his bulky black neck, and hiked her hips up to catch his every thrust, wrapping her thighs around his waist to make sure her every nerve ending was in contact with his pounding piston, sliding in and out of her juice-laden pussy. He started to drive his cock harder now, knowing she would catch every drop of his cum when his balls spasmed.
Maggie moaned and said, “OHHHHHH…. Yessss…. You can take me like this whenever you need to cum.”
“You ready for me to put a baby inside you, sugar? You want me to breed you?” he continued.
Maggie breathed heavily through her mouth, ” Yesssss. mmmmm. Yes.”
For Marcus that was not quite enough, “Say it girl. Say, ‘I want you to breed me. I want you to be my master.’”
He slowed his thrusting to a complete stop, waiting for Maggie to yield completely to his will. She clutched at his ample ass, pulling him into her, but he was stronger than her. He wouldn’t budge. Finally, she moaned and gave him the satisfaction he wanted. She kissed his mouth furiously then stroked his shaved head saying, “You are my Master, my only man. Please. Please breed me. Make me your Baby Mama.”‘
Satisfied with the answer, he pressed on saying quietly, “Now I want to hear him say it too. Show me how good you got him trained. Do like we talked about in the shower.”
At this point I really didn’t understand what this meant.
She looked in my direction, “Jack honey. Marcus has a little favor to ask. He wants you to be more a part of things. He wants to watch while you fuck me. Can you? Would you? Please?”
I was so hot for her that at this point I would have jumped off a tall building to do her bidding. She didn’t have to ask twice. My head was now spinning. She lay back in the traditional “whore’s invitation,” her left leg crooked, her right hand smoothing the sheets on that side of the bed. As I moved toward her as if hypnotised, she reached into the bedside nightstand, and pulled out a foil wrapped condom.
“Jack honey, I know you don’t want to feel Marcus’s cum inside me sweetie, let’s use one of these, ok?”
As I approached she rolled it on my rising member, saying, “Oh gosh, this is magnum size, I will just unroll it half way.”
She chuckled, “I got these for Marcus before I understood he would never even think of using one. They are special too; they are lubed inside with something for premature ejaculation. Desensitizes your little peenie. This way you can have a nice long fuck.”
I looked at her body and considered how beautiful she was, even though she had bruises on her boobs, her neck and the one ass cheek I could see. Her nipples were reddened from being tugged hard by his fat lips and her thighs red and chafed from the continued effort of wrapping them around his huge waist. Even so, she never looked so radiant and sexually inviting.
As I crawled between her legs, she added one more item to our play as she fished out the vibro cock ring from the nightstand. “Here honey, you know how much I love you wearing a vibe; let’s use this too sweetie,” she said, stretching it around my rock hard penis.
I was no match for Marcus or even Sean for that matter, but I knew how much she loved the vibrations against her prominent clit.
Ecstatically, I moved between her legs and slid my dick between her pulsating labia. Oh my God it felt wonderful. At long last, I had reclaimed my wife sexually, or at least it felt that way for the moment. I switched on the cock ring vibrator and stroked her for all I was worth. I wasn’t getting much feeling from this, owing to the effect of the de-sensitizing gel and the fact that Maggie’s cunt was still stretched from a long night of making love to Marcus (after months of being with Sean, I might add).
“Feel good, Baby?” Maggie asked.
“You have no idea how good,” I replied.
After long months of being denied access to her, I was in ecstacy. I was propped on my forearms as I fucked her. I reached down to kiss her deeply, but she turned her head to the side in a quick reflex motion. This puzzled me until a week later when I suddenly remembered how Debbie had told me that she never allowed any of the tricks Sean pimped for her to kiss her, reserving that for only her special man.
“Just use your dick, baby. No kissing right now,” she admonished. It was starting not to matter, for despite the restrictions she placed, my excitement was rising. I could feel myself nearing a point of no return.
Unexpectedly, Maggie stopped moving in rhythm with me and stiffened, pushing against my chest. “Baby, since you’re now more a part of this, there’s something that I need to hear from you,” she said, now moving her hips slowly, offering me more penetration of her wet pussy. “Tell me, sweetie. Say it.”
“Say what?” I managed between stroking her.
I could still feel her resisting me, and I would do whatever she wanted, say whatever she wanted to climax inside her.
“Tell Marcus, ‘I want you to breed her, to put his baby inside her.’ Do that for me my sweet husband. Tell him exactly that,” she instructed, “Go on honey,” she said as she tightened her legs so that I could go no deeper.
I pushed my dick forward, but feeling her resistance, I blindly uttered, “Yes. Yes Marcus.” I closed my eyes, and through gritted teeth, I continued, “Yes, I want you to fuck my wife and put your baby inside her.”
Maggie moved her hips forward in that seductive, controlling, newly discovered way she had learned since fucking Sean and Marcus, releasing her pussy to allow my penis to penetrate her more deeply and causing waves of ecstasy to engulf me. Whatever else the effects on our marriage from her having had two lovers, she really understood how to give a man pleasure now.
Marcus was busy stroking her hair and the left side of her cheek, now chimed in, “Tell her she’s mine, and tell me you want me to breed her.”
I shook from the waves of pleasure rippling through my body. I was arching my penis up inside my wife faster as the situation turned me on as much as it did her and answered. “Yes Baby. I want Marcus to put his baby inside you,”
Then to him, I said involuntarily “Yes, yes. Marcus, please breed my wife. She’s your woman, breed her”.
Maggie tightening her pussy around me tugging at my aching manhood, then suddenly released me, pushing me off, rolling her hips away from my and toward Marcus. I slipped from her hot pussy and both she and Marcus pushed me over to the extreme right of the bed.
“See baby, did I do good? See how much Jack wants this too,” Maggie purred.
Marcus lifted both her legs high over his shoulders, entering her forcefully. As he started to push, I saw his huge length disappear all the way into Maggie without any resistance. I now lay on my left side facing them, only inches away. As he slid into her, I could see one source of the pleasure he was bringing to her. His massive cock was curved so that with every stroke, the length of his rod slid along Maggie’s clit, simultaneously titillating and pressuring it.
I was watching helplessly as the true alpha male in this little troupe of primates now bred his mate, and as she responded to his lovemaking. I tried to caress her face, but she brushed my hand aside saying as she tried to catch her breath from the awkward position Marcus had pinned her into, “Honey, you’re distracting us,” Marcus released his pressure on her momentarily to let her breathe and speak.
“You know I love you very much,” she said, and then reminded me how aroused I become when I watch her performing sex with Sean or Marcus saying, “Just lie back and stroke your little peenie while you enjoy watching Marcus cum inside me.
Like a locomotive starting from a standstill, Marcus began stroking her pussy again, his cock moving inside the sleeve of his foreskin which in turn moved inside Maggie’s stretched pussy. Soon, he was back to quick deep strokes. I could hear the steady slapping of his ample groin against my wife beating like a metronome. As the friction and pressure against her clit began to build, she matched his downward strokes with the hard upward pounding of her hips and ass. I lay transfixed, swallowed hard at seeing Maggie again respond to this man with more pure lust than she ever had for me. Then without even thinking, began to stroke my own dick, pulling back and stretching my own foreskin as I imagined being allowed to fuck my own wife again.
Maggie was yelling now very loud. “FUCK ME MARCUS . . . THAT’S IT . . . FUCK ME . . . OH . . . GOD . . . STRETCH ME FOR YOU . . . YEAH . . . OH GOD, FEELS SOOOO GOOD…”
I could see Marcus’ ass moving up and down and rotating in circles with Maggie’s legs being held back with Marcus’ massive arms. I stroked myself as I saw that Marcus was pushing my wife into the mattress with each powerful stroke he made and was rotating his ass from each side as if he were trying to stretch Maggie’s pussy.
I could see up close how Maggie’s pussy was being stretched like a rubber band around Marcus’s large black cock. My dick was unbearably hard now as I watched my wife dig her long finger nails into Marcus’s sides. She was moaning and almost crying from the pain of having such a large cock forced inside her cervical canal. She started to yell again. “UH . . . YEAH . . . GOD . . . MARCUS . . . YOU’RE STRETCHING ME . . . GOD . . . I CAN FEEL THE HEAD IN MY WOMB WHEN YOU GO INTO ME.”
I thought for a second how glad I was that our daughter had decided to take a summer semester course at university and was not at home to hear this.
Marcus was sweating profusely and smiled at his woman. “Baby, I can feel it too. You ain’ never going to be satisfied with your husband’s dick no more.”
Maggie was still groaning and working her ass around his cock and said simply, “I’ve got your cock to satisfy me now.”
I sensed he was getting ready to cum inside Maggie as I watched his strokes begin with more force until he took a few last pokes then pushed deep inside Maggie and growled. “Come on . . . Take it . . . Baby . . . Take my seed . . . That’s it . . . My black seed . . . Yeah.”
I could tell that the first wave of his hot seed was blasting inside her pussy. He held his thick cock inside her belly as far as it would go as he shot several more spurts inside her womb. Maggie, letting her master ride her bareback, no doubt felt his hot seed enter her womb and whispered out to him saying, “GOD…. IT FEEL SO HOT INSIDE ME.” Marcus’s cock stopped its jerking as the last of his seed emptied into her pussy as he tried to catch his breath
Maggie had held off climaxing as long as possible, but now suddenly, and without warning, she came several times in a row, her body convulsing and trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She shouted out a long, “Oooooooooooh,” and reached her hands down to caress and tug at his big ass, holding her master tight within her thighs. The spasms of climax began as they do for every woman at the front of her vagina, then rippled back into her womb, pulling in her mate’s sperm deeper into her cervical canal. Marcus slid out of her and laid back while she continued pulsing her hips reflexively with the aftershocks of her own climax.
Minutes later she finally looked in my direction. Reaching over playfully as I continued to stroke myself she offered, “Darling, you’re so talented with your tongue and your mouth. If you’d like to lick my pussy while you play with your dick, you can.”
Looking over at Marcus whose cock was coated with his and Maggie’s cum, she made an additional offer, “Of course Marcus needs to be cleaned too. Maybe you should start by sucking him? ”
Finally, I understood the whole reason for the condom still on my penis and the delaying gel, and the cock ring. Marcus was not as dumb as I had assumed. He had orchestrated the whole thing to assure there was no chance whatever of my sperm ending up inside my wife to compete with his. Giving into the psychological conditioning I had been subjected to for so long now, I masturbated as I cleaned them and then watched my wife throw her right across his legs and settle into his nook to sleep until noon.
Marcus has been busy. Maggie asked me to move some of my clothes to the spare bedroom closet so Marcus wouldn’t have to make the long drive back to Northern Virginia every night as he’s now sleeping with my wife on our matrimonial bed a couple times a week.
They have asked me not to watch them having sex any longer but in the spare bedroom I can hear them at it. About 2 A.M. I went into the mast bedroom to get some Tylenol from the linen closet; looking at them I could see they were sleeping like spoons, with Marcus obviously still in her pussy from behind, stroking her even as they slept. I remembered reading that this practice often results in pregnancy as the man’s sperm was prevented from leaking from the woman’s pussy. I hope to hell Maggie had somehow gotten a new prescription for birth control from her gynecologist.
Marcus regularly sleeps with my wife, now spending entire nights in a row with her; they barely get out of bed on weekends. Our daughter visits before the start of Fall Semester. Marcus is temporarily banished for 4 days, and is he pissed.
Our 18 year old daughter is returning to William and Mary today, and I am driving her in the Nissan minivan. Of course Maggie texts Marcus five minutes after we’re out the door. Jennie, our daughter tells me about an hour into the trip that we have forgotten her laptop power supply. Going back into the house, (I find out later) she caught Marcus in the swimming pool with Maggie, both swimming nude.
Jennie tells me about seeing them together and how shocked she was. “This guy was huge everywhere, Dad, if you know what I mean,” she commented.
I attempted to smooth things over explaining that he was a friend we met at Orient Beach, and that “Daddy knows about him.”
We change the course of the conversation, but not before Jennie says, “Well Dad, maybe you should watch out for that guy —- when I saw them, it seemed like he had his hands all over her. It was like he thought he owned her or something.”
I probe, “Did he bother you or touch you or anything,”
Her reaction is emphatic, “Dad… no way. Ewww Dad, how gross. I would never let a black guy touch me. That’s disgusting.”
Well at least one family member was safe.
An hour later out of the clear blue, as we are getting back in the car from a stop at Wendy’s, Jennie ventured, “Dad, what’s your friend’s name.”
I replied, “Marcus. He used to be an NFL football player.”
Minutes later, she continued, “Well, I… I… I couldn’t help but notice that Marcus was really big. I mean everywhere.”
Then small talk for another half hour, and again out of the blue, “Dad, I was just wondering. Are all men that big. I mean big, you know — down there? Their ‘things’ you know?”
Uncomfortably, I mumbled a reply, “I don’t know honey. I am no expert on that sort of thing.”
Finally, she observed, “Well, I have never seen a – you know, one of those – for real, but his looked huge. Do you think he was – you know – ‘aroused’ or something? Anyway, bad thoughts out; I am not going to think about it. I do sort of wonder how big it was though.”
Marcus happily obliged her curiosity with a picture of his ‘you know’ in the third or forth email they shared. Having gotten her email address out of Maggie, they began emailing by her first week back at school, a fact that I found out from my daughter 4 months later when she let it slip at Thanksgiving.
Marcus is out of town to see his old NFL team play the season opener. He has been making love to my wife, and showing her off to his friends for 3 months now. He’s not there every night, but when he is , I am expected to sleep in the spare bedroom. Maggie suggested he bring some of his clothes over and asked me to make some room for his things, which I have done. Maggie has a period, I am happy to report.
Maggie dragged me to a tattoo shop in College Park. She wanted to surprise Marcus by getting a tat on her inner thigh – an ace of spades, and wanted my opinion on which one to get. I go along without complaint, such is my role in the relationship now. The artist, who is African-American passed her the art book, and she quickly thumbed through the pages until she found one loaded with card suit symbols. She asked him whether there were any more just with spades. He frowned, then said, “Yeah, I got a whole page with that.”
He riffled through more pages and came to one with 16 different spade symbols, the she chose a small solid black design and points it out to the artist without speaking. Maggie was unusually silent.
He looked at her quizzically and asked if she understands the meaning of the tat.
She replied, “Ummm, yeah I do.” and blushed and looked with her eyes downcast.
It was then he noticed both her thumb ring and, looking down as if he already knew it would be there, the anklet. He looked at me and shook his head.
He turned back to Maggie, and said, “Look baby, you a black man’s woman. You ain’ got nothin’ to be ashamed of,” and lifted her head giving her a smirky smile. “You want that inside your thigh then, right?”
Maggie tousled her hair, looked up, and said, “Yeah, how did you know?” to which, he just smiled knowingly saying, “you ain’t the first white wife sugar. He winked at her. Ignoring me altogether, he said to Maggie, “Your man know you gettin’ this for him.”
Maggie shook her head. He got chatty, saying, “Hot. Gonna be a nice surprise for ‘im, ain’t it? He gonna like that. Yeah, I’ll do a nice job, baby. Gonna be $75. Hubby payin’ for this?”
Maggie nodded. He continued, ” ‘course I could take it out in trade,” and winked at her. “Just kiddin’, sugar. Alright, let me check your legs baby. Hop up here and lift your skirt up.”
My wife hopped up on the padded bench and pulled her skirt up to her waist for him to inspect her thighs. He suggested her right leg, then running his hand up and down her upper thigh, once touching her pussy with the side of his had, he told her to strip down to her panties. I cleared my throat to make my presence known. “Hey, is that necessary.”
He looked up in shock, “Sorry man. Don’ worry. Ima pull the curtain for privacy. It’s all good, all private here.” Chuckling, he said, “We a high class shop. I don’ mean to piss nobody off.”
With that, he pulled the curtain between the two of them and me, but I quickly moved behind the screen with them, I wasn’t going to allow her alone with this creep.
“Sorry, dawg,” he offered. “Wasn’t sure you wanted to watch this.”
“We’re together,” I said, “Just do a good job, OK?”
He started to work, making Maggie feel at ease with his steady patter.”You got real nice thighs, mama. I bet yo man like it between ‘em .”
He traced the pattern high on her thigh, and more than once looked at her mons through the material of her black french cuts. For Marcus, she normally wore thongs when they went clubbing, or often nothing at all, but today it was the comparitively modest thigh-highs.
He continued the patter, “You got nice skin honey, real nice. I bet he loves to nibble that and kiss all up in there, don’t he. If it was me, i be kissin’ all that every night.”
Maggie’s pouty camel toes became even more so.
I said angrily, “Do you talk to all your female customers this way?” pissed that he was putting the moves on my wife, if indeed she was still that.
He stopped in his tracks, “I’m sorry sir. I didn’t mean to be so forward. Like I said, just putting your beautiful wife at ease. Takin’ her mind off the needle you know?”
Turning again to his work, pulled the stencil back revealing the bluish outline, then gave Maggie a mirror and asked, “That look about right?”
She nodded. He pulled a latex glove over his needle hand. Starting the stenciling process, he started his patter again,”This gonna stand out real nice against yo white skin. Gonna be real black, with a little green in it. I bet you like seein’ that contrast when you with yo’ man, don’cha?”
Every once in a while he would dab or brush away a drop of blood, letting his right hand casually brush against her panties.
Maggie was noncommittal in her response, “Yeah, I guess so. I guess I like it.” She was becoming a little aroused, whether from the excitement of doing something as daring as getting the tat, or from his touch, I didn’t know. She was breathing a little heavy, and her nipples now stood up just a bit under her summery off-the-shoulder blouse.
He laughed at her, “You guess so? You guess so? You know you thinkin’ about him right now girl!”
Maggie was now breathing more heavily.
Looking up at me he asked, “You share her with the boyfriend, or does she even need you anymore?”
I was about ready to punch him out, but decided that it would be better for him to finish the work. Maybe after he was done I would take his lights out. Shrugging my shoulders, I lied, “We have an open relationship. But I am part of things.”
Laughing again as if he could see right through my story, he said, “Yeah, well that’s nice; that’s real fine.”
A nasty rap song was blaring away on the radio in the shop. He asked if if the music was ok, and she allowed as how she never used to listen to it, but can’t live without hip-hop now.
Maggie reached over to me with her free hand, and gripped my wrist saying, “I love my husband very very much. Very much.”
Then she offered, “Jack, can you go to the Pizza Hut next door and get us 3 sodas?”
“Sure babe,” I responded.
The tat artist said, “I’d like a Dew if that’s ok.”
I nodded in response and walked out. Fifteen minutes later when I returned, I heard them talking more loudly, punctuating the conversation with friendly chuckles.
Approaching quietly, I heard him reply to some comment Maggie had made with, “yeah, well sharin; the women, that’s the way most black men likes it baby. You just got to smile and take it.”
I didn’t know what they were talking about really, and didn’t particularly care. Then he asked her a question that gut-punched me.
“Your man breed you yet, sweetie?” he asked.
Maggie giggled, “Tryin’ to. God, is he EVER trying to! Twice a night and three times on Sundays!” They both laughed.
I pulled back the curtain, sat the cups on the worktable and even though they both noticed me, they returned to chatting. He had just about all the fill in done now. Maggie’s panties were slightly pushed to the left and bits of her soft brown bush, which she has let grow back, were visible.
“Now see, once he breeds you, then you needs to come back,” he continued.
“Really, why?” Maggie asked innocently.
Looking pointedly at her crotch he replied, “Well, first off then he probably be into sharing you and I sure would like to get me some of that,” then to me added, “With your permission of course, sir.”
Maggie blushed and said nothing, but I did notice the darkening moisture at the lowest point of her panties.
He went on, “Also, then you’ll need to get your next tat.”
Maggie raised her brows, “Oh really?”
The artist explained, “Yeah, see every time he breeds you, then you puts a link of a chain circling the spade,” circling the spade on her thigh with his free hand. “Yeah. See, it’s a symbol. Every link means you bound to him even mo’. This one woman comes in here, I done four links for her. She done divorced the white hubby and then she done let the boyfriend breed her four times. An’ you know, that boy he never yet done married her. Every time she comes back, I do her for free – well not free, if you catch the drift.”
He laughed suggestively, licking his lips. Then he brushed off a final few droplets. Putting the pen down, he stretched, “Anyway, I know you be comin’ back to get yo’ first link pretty soon.”
“If you do catch, how you gonna explain the baby? You know, black into white always comes out black, mama. Superior race and all that shit”
Maggie frowned but said nothing. I could see that the idea seemed to give her extra pause.
He applied gauze padding over his handiwork and patted her leg again saying, “Yeah, that sure is some pretty white skin you got. Yo’ new tat gonna show up real nice on you. Black on white. Yeah, thas’ always beautfiul.”
With an appraising eye, her looked her over, studying her body. He handed her he skirt she shed earlier, then said, “Yeah, An’ you got you some nice wide hips too. Yeah, that be real good for birthin’ babies. You gonna be back here mo’ than once I think.”
I pulled out a wad of bills shoved them toward him, then yanked on Maggie’s arm hardly giving her time to zip up her skirt and get her heels on. looking over my shoulder I said in his direction, “I don’t think she’ll be returning at all. Ever.”
He chuckle as the door closed, “Well just remember, I’ll be here if you do. Have a nice day!”
We peeled out of the parking lot and onto the highway.
On the way home Maggie stroked the nape of my neck with her left hand trying to soothe me. She could see I was fuming.
“What’s wrong baby? What the matter?” she asked sweetly.
“Mary Margaret,” I began, using her full name to indicate that I was not a happy camper. Continuing, I said, “Look, I promised to go along with your playing with Sean and then Marcus because I could see the sexual joy it was bringing you. But I also told you there would come a time when this would have to stop. Now I think you went too far with the tat. It’s permanent, you know!”
Stopping the car on the side of the road at the Ag Research Center, I looked over at her, point blank I asked, “Maggie, do you still love me? Or do you love this goon? Do you want a divorce to be with him?”
Maggie looked back at me with tears welling up in her eyes, still stroking the back of my neck. “Jack, you’re catching me at a very emotional time. I love you very very much. I really do. Just in a different way now.” She said dabbing away the tears.
“As for Marcus, a woman can’t give herself completely to one a man, –surrendering her body to him night after night and not begin to feel something. He’s probably been inside me a couple hundred times in the last few months. Did you somehow think that it wouldn’t turn to love?” she asked with a wrinkled brow.
Stroking my cheek, she went on, “I need you in my life Jack, and so does our daughter; so no, I don’t want to divorce you. But I also need him to fuck me and fall asleep with him holding me at night. Anyway, you’re still with me, only you’re now in the spare bedroom.”
Putting her hand on mine, turning her face down, she sniffled and said, “There’s also another reason why I am so emotional right now. I …. I … I’ve been putting off telling you, but it will be all too obvious pretty soon anyway.”
Maggie pulled out a plastic paddle from her purse. I looked at the blue “plus” mark and understood the significance right away .
Then she continued, “Jack, there’s no easy way to tell you this; I’ m …. well I’m late.”
I jerked my hand from beneath hers, saying “Late? Late? Maggie, I can’t believe this. This says you’re more than ‘late.’ I assumed you would get a new birth control prescription and nothing like this would happen.”
Now she was crying full out, “I WAS going to Jack really. Then we of course we started fucking practically non-stop, almost every night, and then he kind of moved in, and well one thing led to another and I before I knew it, I got knocked up.”
“Fuck Maggie, are you sure about this?” I was trying to bargain the baby away.
“Umm, yeah honey. I am very sure. I have missed two periods. Jack, there’s no doubt about it. I have his baby growing inside me. I gave Marcus all of myself and he’s breeding me now. I lied to the to the tat guy, because I was afraid he would turn me down.”
“Maggie, that’s the least of your worries now. What the hell are we going to tell people?” I asked.
“Jack, I know it’s hard to accept, but don’t forget, you did give your ok to this, remember?” she argued, “You practically begged him to seed me that night. You’re not forgetting that are you?”
I protested, “Maggie, you both ‘played’ me and you know it. You are getting rid of the baby.”
Now it was her turn to gut-punch me even harder. Shaking her head, she said, “No. No way. I WANT to have his baby – maybe more than one baby if he wants me to carry them.”
Marcus is back and Maggie tells him the news. Although she is barely showing, he runs his hands over her tummy again and again. Then he couldn’t wait anymore. He pulled down Maggie’s jeans and panties, stood behind her and fucked her from the rear, Maggie standing on a tall footstool to raise her pussy up to his level.
After he came, and then she came (always making sure her lover came first these days), she showed him the tat and he is delighted with the result. She explained about the chain links idea and he asks her how many links he needs to put in her chain to make her his. Maggie tells him about the woman the tattoo artist mentioned. She says, “maybe we can break her record,” and they laugh, and kiss wantonly for several minutes, Marcus owning her lips the same way he now owns the rest of her.
Our daughter Jennifer is home for Thanksgiving. Maggie has invited Marcus to Thanksgiving dinner as though he was simply a casual family friend. The awkward look going back and forth between Maggie and Marcus are painful to look at, but even more curious are is the conversation and the looks going back and forth between Marcus and Jennie. More than once she blushes turning her entire neck and face red for no apparent reason.
After Marcus leaves, I interrogated Jennie mercilessly. I discover that Marcus is not exactly a stranger to her. I find out that they have been chatting online, and their emailing had progressed from innocent emails to more intimate ones, to exchanging pictures (she wouldn’t tell me what sort of pictures). From there, they began sexting (a word I had to look up online) which Jen assured me ‘everyone does’, and progressed to online chatting and frequent cell phone calls. This from a kid who had just graduated from Catholic school a year before.
When I checked her computer out after she goes to bed, I also found some PDF files with titles like, “Why Black Men are Better,” “White Girls and Black Men,” and “How to Make a Beautiful Black Baby,” and more than a few JPEGs that made even my jaw drop. She left her Yahoo mail window open as well, and I find a discussion thread between them in which Marcus asks to visit her at school, a suggestion which Jennifer turns down on grounds that he would ‘stand out too much.’ In the earliest, he thanks her for the pretty pictures of her little titties.
Of course Dad is always the last to know anything. The next morning I give her a stern talking to. She points out she over 18, and is annoyed with my snooping and ‘interfering with her life.’
At four months, Maggie is showing a distinct “baby bump.” She models a sheer white see-through teddy top Marcus bought her. Her tummy is bulging with his spawn, her breasts heavy with milk for the black baby growing in her womb. All the manifestations of pregnancy are showing full bloom on her body. Her nipples are positively huge and the aureoles surrounding them are very much darker and cover almost half her breasts. The linea nigra, that vertical line on her belly that appears between the belly button and the pubic area is darker and pronounced, as it always is when the fetus is black.
Maggie pirouettes in front of us both in the bedroom.
Apparently feeling romantic and with her sex drive in hormonal overdirve , she takes my hand and asks Marcus, “Baby Daddy, I have a little favor to ask. I was wondering if it would be ok to let Jack fuck me? As a special Christmas present for being so sweet.”
Marcus blows up, wrenching her hand from mine, “Bitch, what the fuck you talkin’ bout. You KNOW your pussy ain’ never gonna feel white dick again. You a black man’s woman now, and that means exclusive black. You crazy.”
Maggie and I both look down like little kids being lectured by an angry parent. Maggie says, “I’m sorry, it’s just that, well Jack is still my husband, so I thought it would be ok to give him a little special privilege, especially since I am already carrying our baby.”
Marcus gestures like a referee calling a foul, “Yeah, an that’s another reason. Ain’ no white dick ever allowed in the place where my baby is growing. Thas an insult to me. Besides, he already do get special privilege – to lick your pussy clean after we fuck. That’s to remind you both who is the servant and who is the master. Baby, thas also why I don’ allow him to touch you when he’s licking my cum from you.”
Marcus then smiles at Maggie, “Look baby, I know that you extra horny being pregnant. Happens to all white women. Don’t worry, startin’ New Year’s Eve, you’ll have mo black cock then you know what to do with. I got a bunch a brothas lining up to share you. All those guys you been meetin’ at the club. An’ they will all pay big money to bust a nut in yo snatch. A first time black-pregnant white Baby Mama is an extra treat.”
Feeling generous, he agrees grudgingly to let Maggie fuck me, as long as I don’t kiss her or touch her, and wear a condom. After all, he wants to protect his baby.
Not able to believe that I am actually going to enjoy my wife after almost 9 months of being denied, I slide my trousers off. As Maggie rolls the magnum sized condom half way down on my rigid penis, I look into her gorgeous blue eyes and see the love reflected back at me. Maggie spreads her legs and puts her hands behind her hips to brace herself for my entry.
As my head spread her puffy camel toes, I felt her wetness and heat. Propped on my forearms, I looked down at her body, noticing changes tha Marcus impregnation of her had caused. The most obvious was her distended abdomen, swollen from being bred by her lover. Subtle stretch marks had appeared on her lower belly and the linea nigra was pronounced, She had let her pussy hair grow back and it was very bushy, as she had discovered that Marcus loved hairy pussy. There were noticeable and dramatic changes in her breasts. Her areolae were much larger and darker. Her nipples nearly twice their normal circumference and length; and they are likely to stay that way until after the birth.
As I stroked away joyously, I was tempted to suck her nipples but didn’t want Marcus to pull me off of my wife. When I came, I came in huge gushes of sperm with my balls aching from the intensity of my orgasm. Maggie didn’t climax — her pussy is so stretched, she probably didn’t get much feeling from me. I sensed that she enjoyed it anyway.
Our daughter finished her final exams just before a large blizzard hit the area. Normally, she would have taken a bus service to get home, but she surprised us having gotten a ride home from a black boy — a stranger whom she had apparently met in a chatroom. Remembering Debbie’s history with Sean, I am extremely concerned that she may be becoming “black-curious.” She’s wearing an NFL shirt with Marcus’s number on it. Bizarre, I thought. She openly thanks her driver right in front of us with a deep passionate kiss, making my jaw drop.
Maggie told me to stick to the story that Marcus was staying with us because the blizzard had closed the roads; this was true, but I know that our daughter Jennie knows differently. I have the sense that she knows everything. It’s like I said at the beginning of this journal, it’s been an ‘interesting’ year so far and the next few months are promising to be even more so.
Marcus had gone shopping right before Christmas with Rachel and Jennifer (our daughter) and according to Jennie, it was very festive, with Marcus insisting that they both model every outfit for him, and urging both of them into outfits that were increasingly revealing and provocative. They both ended up with several party outfits from Macy’s plus a number of intimate items from Victoria Secret — I have no idea whether they modeled any of that for him, but seriously doubt it (and hope not).
I didn’t know about this and he wasn’t with us on Christmas Day. I drew the line there. Rachel loved all Marcus’s gifts, especially the lacy camisole her got for her which was practically transparent black. She held it up for Jennie and me both to see, which I thought was over the top; basically it sent the message to our daughter that that she was perfectly happy with receiving the most intimate apparel from Marcus. I knew the truth all too well, that Rachel was pregnant with Marcus’s child and that she had long since given up her freedom of choice in favor of receiving the sexual highs that only a black man could raise her to. I wanted desperately to hide the truth from Jenni though for as long as possible.
When Jennifer opened some of the items Marcus had left under our tree and showed them to us, she actually blushed more than a few times. Amongst the items she received, were items like a pair of sheer white stockings and garters, french cut lace panties – several pairs, and a transparent push up bra/ Now mind you, my daughter is monumentally underdeveloped – almost flat chested really. I don’t even know her bra size — I would guess something like a 32A if anything, but this was definitely designed to emphasize her breasts together and when I first saw her trying it on I was shocked that it showed off the entire upper half of her breasts, like some medieval harlot. He had also bought her two very short,very revealing party dresses with hemlines coming only slightly below her derriere.
I was livid and said there was no way she would ever wear any of this. She threw a fit as only a daughter can, and told me that I was trying to keep her from growing up. I replied that I was only trying to keep her from becoming someone’s slave, without elaborating further that both her mother and I had become just that. Marcus had also gotten her a green lamé dress cut way too far down the back with sewn-in breast supports, so it was meant to be worn bra-less. Much later, I found out that Marcus had been buying and sending her clothes all through the fall, with the idea that she would model them for him on webcam.
Jennifer is really tiny, and certainly looks good in just anything, but the though of her modeling on camera for Maggie’s Baby Daddy and the black man who has become the true head of my family, and the virtual ‘owner’ of the women in it (and me as well I have to admit) gave me a queasy feeling at the time. I didn’t know then whether she did anything more than just model, It’s really true that out of sight is out of mind when it comes to ones kids.
On the 27th, Marcus spent the entire day at our place, really showing off his ownership of Rachel, holding her and putting his arms around her every chance he got, and especially in front of Jennifer. I remember one time that the three of them got to talking about Rachel lactating, and jokingly, Marcus, opened Rachel’s blouse and just right in front of Jennifer, unhooked Rachel’s bra and massaged one of her breasts, showing that he could tease milk out of it. He commented something like, “yeah, lots of milk for my babies.” Turning then to Jennifer, he asked, “How you feel about having a black baby brother?”
Jennie blushed a deep crimson right to the part of her chest exposed in her v-neck top. She was speechless, but managed to stutter out, “Uhhh, Ok, I guess.”
Marcus laughed his deep hearty laugh, and replied, “Well, it don’t matter you like it or not girl, Mama gonna have a black baby, and more if I decided to breed her again.”
Jen frowned at this and asked, “Huh? — B-b-breed?”
Marcus shook his head and said, “Get used to the word girl. From what I know ’bout you, won’t be long before you get bred too. It’s the ultimate tribute to your black man, sugar and before you know it, you will want to do it too.”
I didn’t understand the context of his remark until later in the day when I got a peak at Jennie’s online diary which shook me to the core.
Marcus released Maggie’s ripe distended nipple, and walked definitively over to Jennie. He ran his massive hands up and down her slender arms and pushed his pelvis into her, then asked, “Maybe I should breed you myself. You like that?”
Jen shook with fear or shock, then moved away in disgust, bumping into the wall behind her.
Simultaneously, I blurted out without thinking, “Get the hell away from her you damned black ape,” full of emotion, balling my fists and moving toward him.
With a single powerful arm, he held me at arm’s length, and said, “What you gonna do, cuck boy?”
I lowered my arms with the realization he could pound me into a pulp in a few seconds time.
As a moved back, my face showing the redness of my rage, Marcus laughed again, shook his head and again speaking mostly to Jennifer, explained, “Don’t worry sweetie, I ain’t gonna do nothing to you daddy. To me, he’s just like a gnat buzzing around. Ain’t nothing but a little buzzin’, but sometimes you need to take a swat at a gnat to show it who’s boss. Besides, I own his bitch ass too, so I ain’t gonna hurt him. I don’t know who sucks it better, Mommy or Daddy.”
Jennifer gasped involuntarily and I felt my gut wrench convulsively. I moved to leave the room in anticipation of tossing my cookies, and looked over to see Jennifer with her mouth wipe open, her jaw dropped. As I ran for the toilet to vomit, he told her, “Surprised? Don’t be. Every white boy gets owned by his wife’s black lover. A good lesson for you to know if you marry a white bread; but we both know you ain’t gonna be wanting no white boy, don’t we?”
After I rinsed the taste from my mouth and flushed I walked back into the family room, wiping my face on my shirt. Maggie looked over at me with compassion. shaking her head slowly. Jen looked angry darts at me, her eyes becoming slits.
Marcus was still talking. Turning to Maggie, he said, “All this action done made your man horny. Let’s go up to the bedroom so you can satisfy your man.”
He scooped her up like a new bride and began ascending the stairs with his prize in his arms. Maggie looked back, mouthing, “I’m sorry honey,” at me, then looked over at Jennifer tears in her eyes.
Back over his shoulder, Marcus said to Jen, “Want to come watch little girl? Learn something ’bout pleasing a black man? Yo Mama real, real good at it.”
Now it was Jennie’s turn to express rage. She crossed her arms and growled, shaking her head. I turned to her and started to say something, anything really to try to somehow fix the awkwardness of the moment. Jen walked angrily away from me waving me away with both arms. Over her shoulder, she screamed back at me, “God, dad, how could you let this happen? I am out of here to take a shower — maybe I can wash the disgust off me.”
I sat alone on the family room sofa, a place where I had seen so much action between Maggie and her lovers and reflected. As I watched Jennie’s skinny form glide silently upstairs, I knew that there was no going back now, no pretense that what she already knew intuitively was not happening. She had heard it straight from all the parties concerned and it was going to take time for her to absorb this.
I went upstairs to have another conversation with Jennie, but she was in the midst of taking one of her interminable showers as I peaked into her room I couldn’t help but notice that her laptop was open to the little diary program. I grabbed a thumb drive from the upstairs office and copied some of her more recent entries from it. Later I read them back and found them revealing things I would rather not have known but found them shedding light on a number of things. I include them here, of course changing actual names to protect the real identities involved.
I will report to you several entries that pretty much tell her story thus far. I deleted most of it, as it was just typical schoolgirl trivia — who is saying bad things about whim; how bad the dorm food is and so on. I will pick up on Jennifer’s entries in October, about a month after the semester began. She writes,
“So much has changed in my life that I wish I had something better than a diary to tell it to.”
“The last entry I wrote before this, I told you about the black guy that I saw at our house when I was leaving for school. I wrote that I glimpsed him and my Mom in our pool with freaking NOTHING on for clothes and that he was touching her all over. On the trip back I asked Dad about it, and first he was real cagey and just said the guy was a friend of the family. When I pressed him on it and told him what I saw, he BS’d me for a while but I kept pulling it out of him. He finally explained that things were different at home now, and that him and the other guy — the big black one, whose name he told me was Marcus — were kind of like both Mom’s husbands now.”
“I exploded and gave him my ‘what the F-word’ look. He told me not to worry, that Mom still loved him, and in fact more than ever, but that he was now kind of an “assistant husband” and that I would be seeing a lot of Marcus at the house from now on. I wanted to ask him about the — you know what — sex stuff, but I could never talk with my own Dad about stuff like that so I let it drop.”
“I didn’t have to wait long for answers. A couple days later when I was settled in the dorm (I hate Annabelle my dorm mate BTW. I have GOT to get reassigned. She is SUCH the biggest loser), I got the first email from Marcus. His email was so funny and cute, her really made me laugh which I needed right then.”
“He said he was sorry he didn’t get more of a chance to get to know me, and said that he knew I might have seen something that looked funny when I caught him and my Mom in the swimming pool. He tried to explain that there was nothing for me to be upset about and that he and my Mom and Dad were really in a new kind of relationship now that a lot of married women are starting to choose and he hoped it would be alright with me. He said that as we got to be better friends he would tell me about anything I wanted to ask him about that and anything else. He also asked me for my picture, what kind of music I liked and if I was dating anyone — stuff like that.”
“Dairy you know I am a ‘chat-aholic’, so I decided to email him back and also invited him to my FaceBook page. I asked him to explain about the relationship thing and that my Dad had explained that he was like an assistant to Mom and Marcus and I asked him to explain what the hell that meant. I asked if it had something to do with sex, and told him I wasn’t really sure how this thing was supposed to work. I told him I wasn’t dating and that I had broken up with this guy from High School (of course I am talking about Rick Derris, Diary). I told him that I was saving myself for marriage anyway, so I wasn’t ready for a serious relationship just yet. I sent him a picture of me in my field hockey uniform — you know the one where the wind is blowing my hair and all? I look so bitchin’ in that one and I asked him for a picture back.”
“He replied back later that night which surprised me. He explained that my Mom, like most white wives, get curious somewhere along the line about black men. They have heard that black men are so much better as lovers. He explained that Mom had a black lover before him and she got a ‘taste for black’, whatever that means. He said that because black men are physically and sexually superior, white women have always craved them, but have always kept them in line out of fear. This was making my head swim. Anyway, I told him this was all news to me. I never heard of such a thing, and I told him I thought it was bull honkey. I told him I have never ‘craved’ a black boy before and didn’t think I would ever be interested in black guys. I told him again that the idea that white women want black men sounded ridiculous and asked him to prove it. I did like the picture he sent though — he looks very strong. He’s lifting weights. I think it was taken in the gym.”
“He had said that I looked like I had a nice smile and he wanted to see a picture of me actually smiling for a change which made me laugh. He also suggested I show him a little skin; he said he loved my pale white skin. He also asked if my hair “down there” was as red as the rest of my hair, which made me blush like crazy just from reading it (only he didn’t say ‘down there’ in his email; he used the ‘P’ word which made me blush even more).”
“He joked that I probably didn’t even know how to pose sexy for a pic, which pissed me off and made me determined to show him just how sexy I could be. I waited until Annabelle went out to study hall with the rest of her Chinese student mob, and ok don’t laugh Diary, so I stripped down to my bra and panties and took a bunch. One of them, I even took off everything, but I covered my boobs and kept my legs together, you can be sure of that. I sent him that one and a couple with my tongue out licking a banana, which was an idea that just came to me from nowhere. Diary, don’t laugh — I don’t even know why I did this — I added a P.S. to the email and told him, ‘Now it’s your turn to show a little skin, LOL’.”
“First round of exams are over, and I think I am really screwed in Anthropology. Professor Kleinman seems to hate me. Well Marcus, who I wrote about in the last entry finally emailed me.”
“He didn’t respond for the longest time – like two week, and I thought maybe I pissed him off, or that maybe he showed to pictures I took for him to my Mom which would have been a real horror show. I kind of forgot about him and studied like crazy. He finally sent me an email with a lot of attachments; they were PDF files that were actually brochures that explained why white women wanted black men and why white girls wanted to have black mens’ babies and so on. these were all illustrated — and believe me Dairy, you do NOT want to know about the illustrations and pictures! Pullll-eases! I have looked at them about a million times by now though and once Annabelle caught me looking at one and made a nasty face. I really got a lot out of reading ‘Why Black Men are Better,’ I read it more than any of my textbooks the whole semester — like over and over . and over. LOL The pictures in the one called ‘White Girls and Black Men,’ were smokin’ hot hot hot! He told me to look them over and respond back to him whether I thought it was still ‘bull honkey’ (only he used the words ‘bull shit’ which I thought was crude, but it excited me too).”
They all show white women doing the nasty with black men or kissing the guys things with open lips. I can’t believe how big these guys things are, but I have been studying them a LOT if you know what I mean. Diary, ever since he sent me those booklets, I have been playing with my coochie so much I been getting chapped down there. I read the explanations too of course, and now I guess I believe what Marcus says. I really am getting curious to be with a black guy, but only go so far.”
“Catholic school really drilled it into me that I am supposed to save myself for marriage. I guess I would go so far as to kiss a black guy or to put his thingie in my mouth, but that’s it. Another thing. Marcus gets pissed at me when I don’t use the right words, the ones that he is teaching me. He says I sound like a child when I say ‘thingie’ and ‘coochie’ and that I should really call things what they are. So, I will start right here! What I really should have typed above is that I would go so far as to put a black cock in my mouth and suck it, but not in my cunt. I hope that doesn’t shock you Diary, but of course Marcus is right. According to one of the books Marcus was nice enough to give me,it explained that Cocks are Black, period. It also said that a Real Cock gives a girl unbelievable sexual pleasure. It also said that therefore, white boys do not have Cocks. and that whenever I was with a white boy I should call it a ‘dickie’ or a ‘pee-pee’ not a ‘Cock’.”
“The thing I didn’t know according to the book is that most white boys are are actually kind of small down there and they are kind of comparable to a boy believe it or not. So the word ‘pee-pee’ bests describes most white boys’ penises. Basically, the rule is that men have cocks, boys have pee-pees; Black Cocks are for sex, white pee-pees are not. Darn, I don’t know why I had to wait until I was 18 to find out these things. Blame Catholic School again for not teaching us that!”
“One of my biggest surprises was when Marcus sent me pix of him with NOTHING on. OMG Diary, they were so hot and his thing –I mean his COCK — is GIGANTIC. He told me that sometimes he and my Mom do it three of four times a night and she always climaxes with him inside her. he also told me that Mom can take all of it in her mouth and down her throat. Wow! I would at least like to touch it or like I said put it in my mouth (just a little bit). I sure hope Mom is taking precautions. I know it’s wrong to use a condom; we always learned in Health classes that they are against God’s will, so I sure hope that the rhythm method really works.”
“I loved looking at his pictures anyway. He is very dark skinned even down there (his cock — there I said it again) except the top of it or the head or whatever you call it, which is like purple, and even when it isn’t erect or however you say that, his cock is huge and his balls are too. I touched Rick Derris down there back when we were both 15 and thinking about it now, his seem like a little toddler’s by comparison. I have to hook up with him over the Holidays to see if it’s gotten any bigger. If it’s true what Marcus and all those books say about black men being so much bigger than white guys, I can see why a white girl would rather have that.”
“So, OK; me and Marcus have started texting and chatting over yahoo. Marcus asked me if I liked the pictures he sent me, and without even thinking said, ‘OMG, yes.’ He asked me if I have a camera on my laptop so he could show me more. I told him I didn’t and he told me he will send me one so we could be closer and talk face to face and he could show me more of him on camera. then he said it would be great because I could so him more of me too. I just said, ‘As if. No way Jose!’. He told me that he thought that before long I would really want to show off a little more for him. He asked me to send another picture like the naked one I sent him, only not to cover my boobs. I promised I would think about that.”
“Yesterday, Marcus asked me if I ever saw a little white ‘pee-pee’, so I told him about Rick Derris. He asked me how big Rick was and I told him that Rick’s dick looked like one of Marcus’s fingers. We both laughed our asses over that. Marcus and I laugh a lot.”
“The only two things that bother me about losing my virginity (I think I want to lose it to a black boy now Diary — don’t look at me that way, LOL) is whether it’s going to hurt and what if you accidentally get pregnant. When we started video chatting I asked Marcus about it and he explained that usually what happens is that your vagina gets stretched out by being with a black guy so you can handle it and then nothing smaller satisfies you ever again. I don’t know if I have ever been satisified, only just touching my pussy (and then having to go to Confession) so I don’t know about any of that. About getting pregnant, Marcus sent me a book — ‘How to Make a Beautiful Black Baby,’ which basically says that letting a black man make you his ‘Baby Mama’ is an honor for any white girl. I still don’t buy that, but the pictures of black men and their pregnant girl friends makes me feel all weird inside, Kind of creepy, kind of something else I can’t explain, too.”
“I can NOT wait for Thanksgiving break. Can’t come a moment too soon for me. Annabelle Chaing and I had a huge fight only she won’t fight openly. She accused me of being an immoral western slut,. Whatever! Things progressed a lot further between me and Marcus. He dared me to take some pictures just for him alone and by now I guess I really trust him, so anyway we laughed and goofed around on camera a lot by then, so I got used to showing him my boobs and my cunt and I even — attention Diary, this is a shocker — masturbated for him. A bunch of times actually, whenever Annabelle was not in the dorm. He stroked his cock for me on camera too which was SO awesome when his sperm shot out of his cock. Black men make a LOT of sperms! At least he does. We talked about how much he wanted to fuck me and how much I would love it. Getting home for the semester break is filling me with both fear and excitement”.
“I went home for Thanksgiving and Marcus was there. I was so terrified and excited seeing him that my knees were shaking all four days. I have a huge secret to tell you Diary, and I am still all messed up from it. Every time I think about this my pussy starts to get really wet and I have to get under my covers and make myself climax.”
“On Saturday after Turkey Day, I was alone in my bedroom and Mom and Dad were over visiting across the street. Anyway, Marcus came into the house (I didn’t know it but he has a key to the house). So he came upstairs and scared the living hell out of me. I screamed and jumped right up banging mu knees on the computer desk, and at the time I was terrified, but we laughed about it later. Ok, Diary, here’s what happened and why I can’t tell anyone.”
“Marcus told me to wait, that he had something in his car and he was going to bring it up to me. I waited all excited, and he came back with this official NFL jersey with his number on it. I was so excited when he handed it to me, I was like a little kid on Christmas Day.”
“Next, he told me he wanted to see me in it, and I said, ‘OK, but you have to leave for a minute for me to change into it.’ He told me there was no reason for him to leave — after all her had already seen my boobs on camera, so it was no big deal. I was wearing my floppy PJs and had nothing on under them, so I was a little uneasy with the idea, but I shrugged and said. ‘I guess that’s OK.’ ”
“I turned my back to him and pulled off my top, and pulled on his jersey. The jersey had been in his car so the material was really cold and it made my nips stand out, so I didn’t want to turn around to show him. He got impatient or whatever and moved over behind me and spun me around. I felt dizzy from that or from the excitement I was feeling. The next thing I knew, I was squeezed up against his body, and my legs were shaking. he looked down at me and stroked my lips with his thumb, and said something like, ‘You poor little thing. Ain’t no reason to be nervous sweetie. I got you sugar.’”
“I just about melted at that. I was feeling all funny inside and he just kept holding me and looking down into my eyes and gently pressing his thumb and his against me lips, and his fingers against my cheek. I don’t know exactly why I did this, but I opened my lips and sucked on his thumb, which he seemed to like, because he started moving it back and forth very gently in my mouth. I licked all around it, just like the women in the pictures did on their black lovers cocks. I tell you Dairy, I was shaking so much then that I swear I think I was on the verge of having a little earthquake inside. I would never tell a soul except for you, but I was starting to feel all greasy like between my legs — you KNOW what I am talking about!”
“He asked me if I wanted him to autograph it, and I said of course. Then he added, ‘front or back?’ That broke the ice — he is so friendly, just like a big bear — and I said, ‘ummmm, back of course.’
“He spun me around and then held me steady into him with his left hand, and Dairy, I could feel his cock! It wasn’t hard or anything, but I swear I could feel it halfway up my back. He signed his autograph with Magic Marker. and then leaned back to admire his handiwork, but he was still pressed into me. I could feel his thing — sorry his cock — and it REALLY felt good. It made me feel funny to have it practically touching my body. He was still holding me really tight and then he moved both hands up to cup my boobs (what little I have — wish they were bigger like the pictures of the women fucking black men he sent me). He kissed me on the back of my neck and did little nibbles on my neck. He whispered, ‘damn you feel nice girl.’”
“I felt like someone had taken a big old electric cord and plugged me into a wall outlet, I was shaking so bad. My stomach was churning too. I don’t know whether it was because I didn’t have breakfast yet, or because my head was spinning., or what really. I was definitely feeling funny. Weird funny if you know what I mean. I pulled away from him, crashed into my chair and fell on the bed. He laughed at me and I felt so foolish and juvenile.”
“I tell you, I felt about 2 inches tall. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and not come out. He laughed again, pulled me to my feet and gave me a big kiss. Just a closed mouth one at first, then he forced my lips open and gave me a huge French kiss. His tongue overwhelmed me and at the same time I felt his hand go down the back of my PJ bottoms. I felt his one hand on my buns (which made me feel really insane) and the other up under the jersey again.”
“I was on the verge of having one of those earthquakes inside I have been having lately when I play with myself and I think I would have too, but we both heard the door open downstairs. I must have looked like a complete idiot with my mouth wide open and my jaw dropped. Luckily, Marcus seemed to take charge of the situation and moved away. He sat me back down at my computer desk — I was so stunned that I was just standing frozen, trying to think what to say or do. Luckily, he thought for the both of us.”
“Marcus told Mom that he just dropped by to deliver a jersey for me, and that we were talking about school and waiting for them to return. Dad seemed to buy that (Dad is such a loser), but Mom kept looking right through me. I don’t know exactly how to describe what was going through my body or my mind that day, Diary, but I have to say it was both scary and exciting to the max, and I think I would like more of it. After everyone left my bedroom, I looked at my PJ bottoms and they were really coated with my girl juices. It was a freaky experience, no shit!”
“What else to tell you about Fall Semester. Well one thing I can say is that I am kind of losing interest in white boys and there are no black guys at my school, so I can probably thank Marcus for my good grades this semester. I think about him and about black boys all the time now though. I am not sure why, but I think ther eare some things happening to me inside.”
“I know it’s been way too log since I made an entry, but the first semester of college was a real butt kicker. Finals are over and done. Yay! I got an A in biology, a B in calculus, a B in French, and a C in Anthropology. Pretty sure I would have gotten an A in that one if I gave Professor Kleinman a view of my coochie every day like that bitch Roxie did. Pretty sure she did more that too — I heard from this other girl she sucked his thing very time he had office hours with her but that’s all bygones now, and anyway I wouldn’t even dream of touching his nasty thing. He probably has a little pee-pee like every other white guy.”
“I came home tonight. I got a ride all the way from a black boy who goes to school at Va Tech. We talked and laughed our assess off the whole ride and I paid for the gas. I was so tempted to touch his cock but I didn’t. I also told him that I was saving myself for marriage so maybe that freaked him out a little. Maybe I am just unappealing, but he told me wants to go out with me, and I said yes. When he dropped me off he was a real gentleman and carried my bags to the front door and everything. Mom and dad were in the living room, so I made a big show of kissing him and letting him play tongue hockey with me just to make a point about my independence. ”
“Rick Derris found out I was home and he picked me up tonight and we went over to Amelia’s house because her parents were out shopping. Even though Amelia is still in high school, I think that she thinks she’s smokin’ hot and SOOO mature. I always thought she was a slut puppy and nothing makes me feel any different now. Rick and I started messing around and even though it’s a waste of time to go all the way with him because he’s white, I loved it when he touched my boobs; it made me think of Marcus. He couldn’t figure out how to unhook my bra, so I did it for him. God it felt sooooo good when he touched my breasts. I also let him touch my cunt and we went out onto the closed-in porch to be alone. He unzipped his own jeans and practically begged me to suck his pee-pee. I was really turned on, and besides I have been SO curious about what it would feel like to do this, so I started kissing him there and when I put the little head in my mouth he moaned like a sick cow. I was thinking about how huge Marcus is and Rick’s little pee-pee kind of made me laugh.”
It was fun and tasted really weird. I expected it to be small, and I was comparing to all those pictures from Marcus and also from seeing Marcus so many times. I took my mouth off him for a minute and just stroked him the way I saw in some of the pictures. I can get my hand all the way around his dick with no trouble. He asked me if I liked doing that, and I accidentally mentioned that it was easy to get him all the way in my mouth because his dick was really small. I think I might have called it a ‘pee-pee’ like one of Marcus’s books instructed me. Anyway, Rick exploded. He was like ‘What the fuck do you mean small?’ I explained that compared to a real cock he is tiny, and I asked him how he ever expected to satisfy a white girl with a pee-pee that tiny.”
“His little dick shriveled to practically nothing, but I still asked him if he would like me to put it in my mouth again. He told me I was a bitch and to just forget it. I explained that he shouldn’t be ashamed, and he can’t help being a white boy which made him even angrier. I told him that I would send him some pictures of real cocks and he can see for himself.”
He just drove me home without saying another word. I sent him some pictures that Marcus had sent me of other black men when I got home, explaining that I was fine with him just as he was, he shouldn’t be ashamed that he would never be as good as a black man, and that he needed to understand that only black men had cocks.”
“Diary, everything that Marcus told me all true at home. Marcus and my Mom have been sleeping together and — hold on for this — she is pregnant and it’s his baby, so it looks like I am going to have a baby brother or sister, and they will be black. After reading the book about being bred by a black lover, I understand why Mom wanted this to happen. I am not sure how Dad is dealing with this weirdness. I was really nervous meeting Marcus in person, and I tremble every time we are in the same room.
Marcus talked about the relationship with Mom and how it happened. Thanks to our chats, I understand that white women and black men is a happenin’ thing and that Mom still loves Dad a lot just different now that Marcus was her main man. Even though Mom is pregnant, she isn’t showing yet. She really seems embarrassed to talk to me. We haven’t said more than a couple words since I came home. I want to put my arms around her and tell her I understand everything really well and not to worry. I wish things could be back to the way they were, but to be honest I kind of want to have a black lover too now, so part of me is really curious myself.”
December 27, late afternoon
I was utterly shocked to read from her diary what had been going on in my little girl’s life and how deeply Marcus had imbedded himself in her psyche, but not as deeply imbedded there and other places as I would come to know over the next several months.
After the revelations I discovered from our daughter’s private diary, there was no way I would let Marcus get within striking distance of her while she was at home on Mid-semester break. Clearly she was young enough and infatuated enough to be easy prey for him.
December 27 afternoon
Maggie seemed nervously ebullient all afternoon long. After not fucking Marcus in several days, they had shared an intense, intimate coupling. Part of her happiness was undoubtedly due to the fact that she was giving her body to the man who had put his black seed deep in her, breeding her with his black child. In my experience, there seems to be an extra sexual charge for a woman during pregnancy to give herself to the man whose child she is carrying.I remember the glow and the level of intense and constant sexual hunger Maggie experienced years ago when she was carrying our daughter Jennifer.
Coming downstairs to the family room, dressed in a terry shorty robe, she was now exhibiting the same level of high sexual tension, pheromones broadcasting both need and desire Although I knew she was no longer interested in being my bed mate, my pale penis was erect, straining hard against my trousers.
Maggie moved with lithesome grace to the sofa where I sat, settling softly on my lap, her right arm gracefully sliding over my shoulders, touching me to the core of my male fiber as I felt her skin on mine, the soft feel of her arm warm against the skin of my neck. Her small hand massaged my neck and the sexual tension, instead of leaving my body, intensified. My member now hurt from the need to be inside this woman so sexually desirable in her fecund condition. Her soft rump rested comfortably on my lap and I knew she could feel my intense need.
I could feel the heat of her ass spreading over my thighs and lap, raising my level of aching need and hoped that my hand lightly massaging her body, and my hard little penis, though smaller and less satisfying than the cock she constantly craved and climaxed on, was sending her signals as well.
Her terrycloth robe, loosely opened reveal the curve of her swollen breast and without hesitation, my free hand reached under the robe to cup her left breast. She felt so firm there now, her skin stretched tighter over the circumference of her tits swollen with the milk that would serve to nourish the black baby she would bring into the world for her bull. I was unaccountably turned on by her dusty pink aureoles that now covered a third of her breast. My penis now strained painfully. Marcus was napping in the bed that once was mine and this emboldened me.
I massaged her breast lightly and in the glow of the soft lights in the room, I could see how desirable she looked. Every woman exudes a certain glow during pregnancy and Maggie was no exception. Maggie’s breasts showed fresh bite marks, the kind Marcus often left as a mark of ownership on her body. Of course, the fact that his bites turned Maggie on even hotter also accounted for their frequent reappearance as well. My fingers found her nipples, now swollen twice their usual size, and hard with the consistency of pencil erasers — the better to help a new pair of black lips find nourishment some months from now.
Maggie moaned softly, her lips parted involuntarily, as I twisted her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She turned her face to me and our lips sought each others. Maggie kissed me full on the lips now, our tongues touching sensuously. As we reluctantly broke the kiss, Maggie spoke softly, in a whisper barely audible from inches away, and therefore for my ears only. ” Oh God, I want you so damn bad.”
I yanked her robe open a little further and saw both her breasts in their pale glory. A pregnant woman’s breasts normally grew at least one bra size and gained a cup size in fullness as well, and Maggie’s hormones were delivering perfectly in this regard. As I stared hungrily at her milky skin contrasting with her newly darkened nipples and her aureoles, now also several shades darker and several centimeters largerl, I could no longer restrain myself. Perhaps it would be possible for me to win back this raven haired hotwife I thought, especially in her now hypercharged sexual state. My lips descended on her exposed nipple like a hunger craven animal, every fiber of my being charged with sexual tension.
Maggie mouthed, “Oh God,” over and over, and her soft full ass squirmed over my lap. Caressing my hair with both her hands, holding my head down, locked on her breast, Maggie’s chest heaved with the quickening of sexual need. Maggie was destined to live in a state of constant horniness for much of her 9 months, so I was sure I was only minutes away from sliding my penis into her hormone swollen pussy.
Her scent was a mixture of her natural odors, enhanced with the pheromone blush of pregnancy, tinged with a tiny note of her favorite perfume. As I sucked and licked her nipples, this heady mix was borne aloft by her growing body heat straight to my nostrils. At that moment it was possible for me to believe that she was mine alone again, and that she was moments away from lying back on the sofa and spreading her legs for me.
After a few more minutes, she started suddenly, pulling my lips from her nipples, and pushing my hands away. “Oh Honey,” she said softly, “I want to, I really do, but Marcus has something special planned for tonight, and he wants me really horny. I can lie with you and watch you stroke though, if you’d like.”
Ignoring her plea, I tugged her nipple between my teeth, teasing the tip with my tongue. Maggie winced audibly, then changed her tone to sound more forceful, “Jackie sweetie, you need to be good and stop now. Daddy was really rough on Mama’s titties this afternoon and they’re still sensitive.” From seeing the myriad bite marks, that much was obvious, so I returned to gentle licking and she visibly relaxed. I didn’t realize it then, but the way she was beginning to talk, referring to herself as ‘Mama’ and Marcus as ‘Daddy’ would mark a new direction in my cuckoldery, demoting me further from my once unchallenged position in her life.
She let me continue and moaned softly. licking her lips and breathing harder. Running her hands through my long hair, she put the brakes on again, saying, “Sweetie, why don’t you come upstairs and help Mamma get ready for the party tonight, like a good little fellow — shave my pussy, help me pick out what to wear, do my toenails? These are all thing Mamma’s going to need help with when I get really big with Daddy’s baby and you might as well be my big helper now.”
She delivered this in a baby talk voice, all the while stroking my hair lovingly. Of course it made my stomach churn and my hard-on began to deflate. I started to protest at her treatment, but before I could even get a word out she pressed a forefinger against my lips and said, “Shhhhh! Come on up and help Mamma, ok?”
I started to sit back down in a desultory mood, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me forward, smiling at me over her shoulder then saying again in a baby-talk voice, “Don’t be such a Grumpy Gus! Come and be Mommy’s big helper.”
Leaning back against me, her hand found my now defeated and tiny penis. Rubbing it, she whispered in a conspiratorial tone, “If, you’re really good, you can take your clothes off while you bathe me, and I will give you a special treat.
Suddenly gaining a little more hope, I followed her up the stairs. I started a bubble bath for her and we closed the door, not wanting to interrupt Marcus, snoring away in our bed.
She let her short robe slide down her body and stood casually before me. She looked so incredibly vibrant, she positively glowed the way that only a pregnant woman does, her skin more silky and soft that usual, the curves of her body moving her from slender to voluptuous. I swallowed hard, my body reacting to her at a level of pure animal lust for her.
She raised her arms and ran her hands through her now long hair, in that time-worn model’s gesture. I moved to her and ran both hands over her hips and ended in cupping her buns, now fattened by pregnancy. She was Venus incarnate, a modern echo of the Botticelli painting, and I wanted her beyond all reasoning. My skin grew hot and my penis now tenting my pants again. I could feel the little gel of my pre-cum against my boxers. I kissed her long and sensuously our tongues mingling warm and long. the kiss was unbearably arousing to me. Our kiss was audible in the way that her kisses for Marcus had become. The softness of her lips, the liquid heat of her mouth; all this combined with the salty little perspiration from her obvious arousal.
We could hear Marcus stirring in the adjacent room, and Maggie cautioned me to remain completely still. We heard him plod out of the bedroom and away from us, and Maggie rewarded my with a loud sloppy, full mouthed kiss that lasted several seconds. She winked conspiratorially, and whispered, “It’s alright, he’ll be gone for a while.”
We both breathed hard. Her nipples, swollen by her hormones with the anticipation of feeding the child growing inside her, stood out in longing. My hands sought her breasts an our bodies meshed tightly, her left leg twined behind my right. I broke the kiss and whispered pleadingly, “Oh Maggie, I need to come inside you so bad.”
She stepped into the bath, slid in gracefully, then turned to me and reaching up tugged my penis. Because her hands were soapy and because I lacked the length and girth of her lover, her grip slipped and I my little penis bobbed up and down forlornly. As we both looked we broke out in laughter and she moved back in the bath to grip me again and bring me to her lips. I knelt down beside the bath and for the first time in a very long while felt her hot, moist lips on my cock head, moving around my cock with little swirls.
I watched as her wide, sensuous lips first wrapped around the head of my penis, She dragged her red lips back and forth over my fleshy head while rolling my boxers down my legs. She looked into my eyes, with one brow arched in a well understood short-hand communication that all married couples all develop. She was asking whether I wanted more and inviting me to beg her. as she took a bit more in, her cheeks were indented from her gentle suction. her right hand stroked and rolled around my little dick as her left massaged my balls. I started to fuck her mouth, moving vigorously back and forth, my brow knotted from the effort. She suddenly pulled her lips away, and wagging her finger said, “No. no baby. Let Mama control you, or no treat!”
I stood silent and suddenly frustrated, while several seconds passed. Then, I nodded my head in agreement and remained motionless as she inspected my balls and my dick. moving her head left and right for a full inspection. “Jackie, honey,” she said appraisingly, “your balls are absolutely tiny compared with our Baby Daddy’s. and I can cover the length of your little peenie with one hand. I never realized just how like a little boy you are.”
My penis deflated instantly, and Maggie frowned, saying “Oh, now what’s wrong with your little peenie sweetheart, can’t you stay hard?” She stroked futilely, and then a look of inspiration came over her face. She smiled and said, “Oh honey, it’s OK. I know what it is. I know what will get my baby hard! Now close your eyes darling.”
I did as she requested, and her hand moved back to my partly erect penis, pointed disappointingly towards the floor. She started stroking then began to narrate, saying, “Now imagine me lying on our bed with my legs open, my pussy wet and warm, waiting for Marcus to climb between my thighs. Can you see him between them on his knees, moving into Mama?”
With my eyes closed, I could see her reclining comfortably, her pale thighs and calves reflected in soft bedroom light. I could see her reaching upwards toward her strongly built lover, his black skin and the strong muscles of his buttocks prominently outlined. His back muscles and his biceps in stark contrast to her milk white skin.
She continued, “I want you to imagine his big black cock pointed at my pussy, and his lips kissing their way up my belly. Look at how he leaves bites on my skin, where only an intimate lover, or you, can see them.”
I could easily imagine that, having seen it more than a few times. I could almost see his thick lips sucking her skin and leaving red welts on her tummy. I could see the head of his massive cock moving unaided by either of their hands, teasing Maggie’s pussy slit with liberal amounts of clear, fluid pre-cum. I could see, as he climbed up her body, his cock head begin parting her pussy lips, as his hands were busy holding and squeezing her swollen boobs. I could almost hear her moans of pleasure – pleasure I was njo longer capable of giving her.
Maggie continued her narration, “Now imagine Marcus pushing my thighs apart while he sucks my nipples.” I was already imagining his thick lips tugging on her nipples, arousing her in a way that made her hips moving to the rhythm of a slow raunchy hip-hop tune on the radio. Her words were reinforcing the fantasy for me, but I was already into the scene she laid out.
Suddenly, she said, “Open your eyes baby. See, I knew that would do the trick.”
I opened my eyes and looked down to see my penis proudly standing out straight and hard. Somewhere down deep, I knew that Maggie had manipulated me into the cuckold role once again, first deflating my excitement, then channeling it so that my subconscious wired my own sexual excitement through Maggie and Marcus, so that I could only become aroused by passively watching Marcus turn my wife into his woman. The fact that she was now his big black cock slut was now very clear. The fact that I had become their most enthusiastic supporter, even against my own will, was becoming equally clear.
Maggie got on her knees in the tub, her face flushed and red from the tub’s warmth, her belly distended with the black baby she now carried. She strongly stroked my dick, then engulfed the entire length down to my pubic hair in he hot moist mouth. She alternately sucked and stroked and I became lost in the ecstasy, not really caring that she had manipulated me into a state of high excitement. In my mind’s eye, the image of his massive body, pounding away at her soft flesh came unbidden. I could see and feel his rock hard cock spreading her yielding pussy lips and movement of his hips stretching every part of her vagina, making her move in response to his domination. I could feel his hot breath on her and feel her soft arms caressing his back and gripping his ass to pull him into her even more deeply.
Although the image was not one Maggie had forced on me, it was having its effect. Between her slow, forceful circular stroking and her new found ability to deep throat me completely, I was a slave to the ecstasy of the moment. Every fibre of my being was focused into my erection, and Maggie was managing to keep me on the edge of orgasm, without delivering me there. Slowly, she stopped sucking and licking my dick and put my own left hand on my member with her right. She covered my hand, stroked a few more times, then lifted her hand saying, “That’s my little man. Think of Daddy pumping his hot, thick baby batter into Mama, and making Mommy big with his black baby. That’s a good boy, cum on Mama’s boobs.”
With that image deeply wired into my brain, my balls ached with tension and then I released three squirts of cum into her cleavage and on her milk-swollen breasts. My knees shook almost uncontrollably in the tension of the moment, and I felt simultaneously weak and racked with pleasure. deny it though I might, I was truly invested in the powerful black man who had made my wife his and in their continued sexual pleasure as the path to my own fulfillment.
I collapsed next to the tub and said, “Whew! That was intense. Good thing Marcus didn’t hear that.”
Maggie laughed, and said, “Sweetheart, don’t worry about Marcus. He is probably very busy right about now.”
I had no idea what she meant, but if I had understood, I would have flown out of the room in blind rage. In my sexually enslaved state, I had forgotten about our daughter Jennifer and her vulnerable emotional state. I would find out later that in another part of the house, he was indeed quite busy, and that this entire seduction had been engineered by Maggie to give him time alone with our daughter.
Maggie smiled sweetly, looked up at me and switching to a baby talk voice said, “Jackie, come down here baby and wash your disgusting goo off of Mama. Then we can sit while I bathe and have a good long chat, like we used to.”
While Maggie deepened Jack’s cuckold training in the en suite master bath, Marcus began to stir from his hibernation in the master bedroom. He scratched his ample, jet-black belly in anticipating his plan for the afternoon. His cock, though flaccid was huge, and he gave it a test squeeze. He had showered after his morning tryst with Maggie, his Baby Mama. Even with showering twice and liberal application of deodorant, there was no masking his heady masculine scent, filled with the pheromones he knew would some day make my daughter salivate in his presence, and throb with desire and need. That day, he had decided a week ago, would be today.
After the contrived scene a couple hours previous, where he had asserted his role as the alpha male of our household, the unspoken truth became clear — his was the right to take any of its women. Even so, for this next move, he wanted to appeal the to visual, tactile ands olfactory senses of his target. He actually tended to think of Jennifer as a ‘target’, partly from his many years of football as a Right Tackle, and partly from his hunter’s instinct as a superior alpha male.
He held an internal debate as to how he should approach and take his intended prey. He loved white women, from cougars like Maggie to girls like my Jennifer, and he basically had two approaches to conquering white females,
His first approach was to use fear, forceful aggression and intimidation. As a man-boy and High School Football All-American, girls, even white girls began to take notice of him. By graduation, he had taken the cherries from 3 of the 8 white cheerleaders back home in East Texas. One he left one impregnated. Somewhere out there was a cocoa 15 year old with Marcus’s brawn, and blue eyes and lighter hair from his blond mother.
The approach he used back then was to pick off the weakest of them, Amy, a cute blond from a divorced household, with a taste for forbidden fruit, and a daddy complex, with its attendant need for male domination. He intimidated her, trapped her by her locker every day. He wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. Finally worn down by him, she started accepting rides home in his convertible, “donated” by grateful football-crazy Texas boosters.
He trained her to suck cock while he drove and from there, overcoming her fear of sex and her concern over having sex with a black man was simply a matter of time and bullying and the occasional beating.
When he took her cherry, he was rough, and every time thereafter he took her forcefully, staying on the “right” side of rape by making her beg him to fuck her. She became addicted to him, but just as importantly, she left an imprint on him. He was by now totally addicted to white girls and white pussy. He loved the feel, the smell, the look, the perceived delicacy and refinement of white girls, and he loved degrading them into BBC sluts. When he began to show up to football parties with Amy clearly under his spell, some of the other cheerleaders took notice.
When Amy gushed about how incredible he made her feel, other cheerleaders, one by one, became his. When he grew tired of Amy’s clinging, he turned her over to the Left Tackle, Rafe. Even though she was already a month late, Rafe stuck with her. At the last game of the season, Rafe blew out his knee, ending his college chances (none of the football team ever bothered with going to class, so his education was eight grade level at best). Rafe took Amy down South, turned her out on the streets as her pimp. he later added another cheerleader cast off from Marcus to his stable. Marcus knew that if either of them were still alive, they would be prematurely aged, with clapped out pussies and at least a few black babies under their belt.
Secretly, when he thought of Jennifer, he wanted to do the same to her. Part of him secretly hated her for her brilliance and for getting an academic scholarship to William and Mary. Part of him secretly hated her for coming from a (once) solid family and for having a nice home and nice clothes. Part of him secretly wanted to degrade her, then pass her to an associate, pregnant and forced to stroll for a pimp. His cock began to stiffen and tent his grey athletic trainer shorts, pushing out and up toward his belly as he closed his eyes and imagined her perhaps a few months from now, her rail thin body with suddenly swollen breasts and a big belly.
But that was only part of him. Another part was motivated by simple lust; he simply wanted to take her innocence and own her. He remembered the flash of her tight little pink slit he had seen the one time he convinced her on web cam to open her legs and spread her little pussy lips for him. She had never worked up the courage to do that again and steadfastly refused his subsequent requests. That was mostly a residual effect from her staunch Catholic upbringing.
He had shown her his body and his massive cock many times on web cam, and unbeknowst to him, she had masturbated herself to numerous climaxes in the darkness of her dorm room after their sessions, dreaming of him inside her. She was still a virgin, partly out of guilt and partly out of a conviction that she would only give her cherry to a black boy. That was a conviction reinforced by the many pieces of literature and interracial porn he emailed her. He knew in fact that she was still a virgin, and his plan was to change that today.
But how to approach her? His other technique, learned much later with NFL cheerleaders, was to use a charm offensive, only later turn to intimidation, supplemented with physical abuse through slapping, biting, restraint, and rough anal penetration, and liberal mental abuse. Using his charm was the technique he used with Maggie and the one he had been working through several months of Internet flirting with Jennifer. Today was the first time he began to assert his dominant side, when he reveled to her in front of both her parents who the master of the house really was.
A part of him thought that gentle persuasion, charming his way into her head and into her cunt was the best technique to gain her trust, ensure his domination and her compliance with whatever he would demand of her in the weeks and perhaps months to come. With this in mind, he slipped on an NFL tee, a pair of boxers and started toward her bedroom.
He paused at the bathroom door and pressing his ear against it listened, hearing Maggie say, “That’s my little man. Just think of Daddy pumping his hot, thick baby batter into Mama, and making Mommy big with his black baby. That’s a good boy, Stroke your little peenie and cum on Mama’s boobs. Oh cum baby, cum for me.”
He pushed away from the door and chuckled, shaking his head from side to side thinking, “My bitch done got her cuck boy trained up real good”, then realized that she too was ‘trained up real good’ through his head games and predatory sexual prowess.
Jennifer’s bedroom was typical of a suburban tract house, the walls were painted lavender and 2 windows looked out, one onto a tree in the side yard on one corner and the other onto the street from the front of the house. Her doll collection and books of poetry occupied a built in shelf on one side and a double bed with white painted wrought iron headboard, on the other side. She looked at the light snow fall on the street in front of the house, and felt a chill as she was wearing now only a pair of grey workout boxers with her “William and Mary” college logo imprinted on them over a pair of black thongs, given her by Marcus. Up top, she wore an actual NFL jersey, the one given her by Marcus over Thanksgiving. It was incredibly large for her and as a result, hung seductively off one shoulder.
She had seldom needed to wear a bra over her high pomegranate-sized tits, and today was no exception. She wished suddenly she had an undershirt on though as the chill of the day made her nipples jut out hard and obvious.
She stood, all one hundred five pounds of her, twirling her long golden hair idly with one finger while re-reading “Sonnets from the Portuguese”. She loved the passage that went:
“And yet, because thou overcomest so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling
Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow
Too close against thine heart henceforth to know
How it shook when alone.”
The erotic rush the poem gave her was another reason her nipples were aroused and a clammy wetness made her inner pussy lips cling to her thong. When she read that over and over, she envisioned herself in the bed of a handsome king, giving her love and her body to him without reservation.
Yet, when she envisioned her dream king, he was an African King, and the cock she reached out to insert in her engorged pussy was huge and jet-black. All the literature and hundreds of photos Marcus had been kind enough to share with her over the semester were having the intended effect.
When she thought of sex now, she thought exclusively of herself with a black man. As she absent-mindedly let her mind wander further, she allowed in the thought that she had been fighting to suppress for weeks now. Maybe, she thought, maybe that man, that king was Marcus himself. She reminded herself that he was 35 though, literally twice her age. Did he even have an interest in her?
Even so, she reasoned, after witnessing the scene downstairs a few hours ago, didn’t her Mom and Dad both implicitly agree by their actions that Marcus ruled this house. By extension, she reasoned, anything he wanted was his by right of conquest. She wasn’t sure where she stood with him though. Since she had been home for Semester break, he had shown interest in her, constantly flirting, and of course at Thanksgiving, when he gave her the NFL jersey. She remembered him cupping her breasts for the tiniest fraction of a second and pressing his cock into her ass crack and her back from behind before her parents stormed in the front door.
She lubricated involuntarily at the remembrance of that brief encounter, and her vaginal walls began to throb a little. Without knowing it, her hips began to sway and move back and forth to the hidden jungle beat of the hip-hop playing on the media stream from her MacBook. She had never ever liked soul or hip-hop until very recently, and she was not even consciously aware how perfectly its hidden jungle beats were retuning her thinking and her reactions, especially to Marcus. Sometimes, just his entering the room would force a hip-hop tune into her brain and it would linger there for hours as unwanted melodies sometimes do.
Her idle thoughts were interrupted by something happening across the street. A young couple lived there, Mark and Laura. She knew Laura had gone to her Catholic all girl’s high school but was a few years older than she. The couple was able to afford a new house because Mark was an engineer and made extremely good money — good enough to buy a house at age 22.
Now Mark was pulling at Laura, wiping tears away from his eyes, trying to get her back into their two story colonial style house. Laura shook her head and was actively pointing at Jennifer’s house. Jen knew that something was up. She knew that the couple had been invited over for the interracial bash Marcus was holding here this evening.
Jennifer also knew some other things that she probably wasn’t supposed to be privy to. She knew for instance that Laura had been asking Mom about her situation with Marcus, and that the two of them had spent more than a few evenings together lately with Laura using Mom’s laptop up in the sewing room, while Mom looked on and whispered things to Laura. She had seen them together one night while walking past in the darkened corridor and saw Laura fixated on an image on the screen, one similar to those Marcus had shared with her.
She also knew that Mark and Dad had been watching interracial porn in the basement and that Dad had been explaining the family’s situation to him. She knew that Dad had loaned Mark a stack of interracial DVDs right before Christmas and over heard him saying, “No hurry getting them back. You two just enjoy!”
She felt sorry for the couple. It wasn’t Mark’s fault that he was cursed a little white peenie, and it wasn’t Laura’s fault that she didn’t know about the superiority of black men and black cock before getting stuck with a white boy. She just felt lucky that Marcus had generously given her an education and saved her from a similar fate.
As she reflected on the street scene down below her, Marcus waited at the open threshold to her room, wondering what was on her mind. He drank her in looking at her bare feet, trim ankles, and her long, well muscled legs disappearing into the grey fly training shorts. He saw her twirling her hair, her finger stuck in a book and he had the sudden urge to rip the book away from her, to rip all the refinement from her life and make her beg for his black cock. Instead, he reminded himself that charm and patience were key to taking this one.
His eyes continued up her body to regard her tiny muscular ass, as he remembered how good it had felt when he held her and pressed his cock into her ass crack. Too bad Maggie and Jack had suddenly returned that day, of she would already be his, probably on her knees right now, sucking his cock and begging him to fuck her. It didn’t matter though. Today would be the day she would surrender her innocence and her virginity to him. His gaze continued upward to see her slender frame highlighted through the perforated jersey as the light from the window partially penetrated it. His mouth watered as he thought of sucking her tiny nipples and biting her skin to mark his territory.
Across the room, Jennie felt a sudden chill as she realized she was being stared at. When she looked back over her shoulder and saw Marcus standing there, she started and dropped her poetry book on the floor. Sudden goosebumps grew on her bare arms.
Needing conversation to break the silence, she said simply, “Oh hi.” and then bit her lower lips feeling like an awkward child.
Marcus strode into the room and said, “Hey baby, whatcha lookin’ at.”
Jennifer turned back to the window and pointed down to Mark and Laura. He stood behind her and watched the unfolding argument below them. Noticing her goosebumps, he started to warm the skin of her arms with his giant hands. She shuddered involuntarily at his closeness; her stomach churned and she felt weak inside. As the skin on her arms warmed, Marcus could feel it return to the consistency of ribbon candy, silky, smooth and taut.
He brushed the hair on her left cheek aside gently and moving closer to her so that he could press his rapidly engorging cock to her back and buttocks, commented on the scene in an intimate whisper, “You get what’s happening over there, right? Little gal done discovered big black cock and now she wants some of it. She wants it. She wants it bad. And now her white bread – well he wants it too, only he can’t admit it to hisself just yet.”
In the silence that followed, Marcus started nibbling on her left ear, and experimentally stuck his tongue in her ear. He ran his hands up her bony shoulders and started massaging her slender neck though the arm holes of the baggy shirt. It felt incredibly good to Jennifer and she swayed as he massaged her. She began to relax for a moment and in an effort to regain control of the situation, she tried to steer the conversation back to Mark and Laura. She interjected, “Yeah, I know Mom and Dad have been helping them understand about black men, and I know Dad told Mark that he would lose her altogether unless he encouraged her to take a black boy friend.”
As she was trying to make conversation, Marcus continued nibbling her ears and then his thick dark lips began laying kisses on her exposed neck. He planted deep kisses punctuated by little bites that would turn into dark hickeys by tomorrow. Her perfumed skin made him randy with desire. As his erection grew closer to its full eleven-inch size and he pressed it into her back a little more forcefully, his big hands moved down through the armholes and cupped her tiny breasts.
Jennifer panicked. This time there was no rescue by Mom and Dad. She felt as if she was going to be sick in her stomach, but she was frozen, and powerless and unable to move. Marcus felt her little breasts respond to his thumbs and forefingers, alternating between cupping and pulling on her nipples, then twirling them between his fingers. He felt her heart, beating wildly and her body trembling like a captive bird, his to command.
He continued to kiss her neck, then her cheek as, for the first time, he pressed his cock into her ass and back with full force, holding her against him with his palms pressed against her tits. Jennifer was unable to process everything that was happening to her. On the one hand, his kisses and the feeling his hands were producing were turning her into a melting puddle, her knees unable to support her weight. On the other hand, she felt for the first time in her life, an actual black cock, feeling hot and hard even through the material of her shorts. It scared the hell out of her and she thought she might be sick.
Marcus felt her knees trembling, and stopped kissing her long enough to whisper reassuringly, “Don’t worry, Suga’, ain’t nothing going to happen up in here you don’t want to happen, OK? We gonna take things nice and slow. You feel what I’m saying, girl?”
She swallowed hard, her mouth unable to form a single word, and just shook her head a couple times rapidly. Marcus moved his right hand from her breast while starting to flick her left nipple. He guided her right hand back behind her and rested it on his cock, which by now strained hard against his shorts. For the first time, she felt its enormous size and girth and gasped in shock. Finally, she said, “Yes, I feel you.”
Marcus cupped her hand and forced her to squeeze his cock, then having taught that simple move to her, he brushed aside her hair from her right cheek and began kissing his way down her neck on that side. As he returned his hand to her breast, she continued squeezing his cock, thoughts comprised of a mixture of ecstasy and primal fear mingling in her brain.
She still could not control the shaking of her knees, and Marcus moved them backwards toward her bed saying, “Baby, it’s ok to be nervous. Don’t worry, I gotcha. I am in control. Come here and lay against me. Just relax.”
They fell back onto the bed together with Jennifer resting against his chest. Her hand never left his cock as she continued to squeeze it. Instinctively, or perhaps from watching hours of porn given her by Marcus, she knew she needed to stroke him as well, so she added that motion and was rewarded with deep breathing and a low moan from Marcus.
Marcus stopped kissing her neck and back for a moment, lifted her arms, and whispering, “Let’s get you more comfortable.” whisked the jersey over her head and tossed it aside in the blink of an eye.
She now looked down and for the first time seeing her own body witnessed first person what she had seen as a voyeur watching interracial porn Marcus shared with her – a pair of jet black hands cupping and squeezing her tiny milk-white breasts. Her brain was unable to process this completely, but her body reacted on it’s own accord. Several things happened simultaneously. She was suddenly short of breath and her armpits began to soak with sweat. Worst of all, she became aware that her pussy was gushing wetly, and she became incredibly embarrassed at her lack of control. Her face turned a bright red as she became aware that her thong was soaked. A part of her prayed that Marcus’s hands would not go there.
In fact, she had made an unconscious calculation, rooted in her Catholic school education when he first pulled her top off, that as long as she kept her panties on, she was still in control and could pull back from the brink. She would do whatever it took to keep her panties on. This reasoning part of her brain was at war with another part, her lustful animal brain that was praying just as fervently that his hands would move into her pants and soon. The animal part sucked her already flat tummy down toward her backbone to give Marcus’s hand more space to slide under her flimsy shorts in case he wanted that. Neither of them knew it at the time, but her belly would never again be as flat as at that moment.
Marcus continued to flick her nipples with both hands for a few more minutes, inflicting both pain and pleasure on her young tits. He then pushed her head to the left on his chest and with his right hand pushed against her left cheek so she would be lined up so that he could invade her mouth with his tongue. He expected some resistance – previously when he tried to kiss her, the most he got was pursed lips or the slightest parting of her mouth. Instead, this time, she threw herself into the kiss, mouth wide open, breathing hard sucking his tongue.
Marcus decided that although he probably no longer needed the pretense of tenderness, but something was holding him back.
He considered ravaging her, but he felt an unexplained tenderness toward this girl. Perhaps it was simply the way she had completely accepted him and all the bullshit he taught her about black men’s superiority. Perhaps it was the fact that her mother now carried her new baby half brother, perhaps he was curious to see, in the long run how far he could take her as a lover and how she would compare to her mother, but something made him continue to take her slowly, to build up to breaking her cherry.
Tenderly, almost lovingly, his hand descended under her shorts, and he was almost shocked to feel how wet she was. His palm stroked the soft down of her pussy hair, and rested on her mons.
She wanted him bad, and he would milk that to the hilt. He lifted her off his chest and placed her to his left as though she weighed nothing. He turned on his left side and she turned on her right to face him. He stroked her hair with his right hand and she leaned forward to get another deep kiss. For her, no kiss had ever made her feel funny like this inside.
Certainly neither of the neither of the two white boys or even the one girl she had kissed at summer softball camp when she was 15. Her stomach was churning and her pussy wet with desire. She had already had a small orgasm when she looked down to see Marcus’s black hands on her breasts, and she felt another one building. Marcus leaned across to suck her left breast again and his right hand reached up into the leg of her baggie shorts to massage her pussy. She gasped in amazement at the way it made her feel, and moaned at how incredible his thick lips felt on her breast. She surprised herself by leaning across the small divide and with her free hand, began to kiss and caress his shaven head and his neck. She wanted him desperately now. She wanted him intimately, as intimately as a white woman could want a black man. She wanted him to take all of her.
Marcus tugged at her shorts and they started to slide down off her hip. She quickly clamped her thighs together, an automatic reaction from her Catholic training. Marcus looked up from her swollen and red breast,, stroked her hair and asked, her, “Baby, what’s wrong. Tell your man what’s wrong sugar”
Jennifer relaxed her thighs and put her hand over his, holding it to her pussy lips. No one had ever spoken to her in such terms of endearment before, calling her “baby” and “sugar” while making her feel like this. She ventured, “I.. I .. Nothing is wrong. Nothing at all…” then, experimentally, she added “Baby” to the end of her sentence.. “Nothing is wrong…Baby.” For she felt he now was her baby, her lover man, her black king. She could finally use a term of endearment and have it mean something. She lay on her back, her left hand stroking his head and begged him, “Darling, please take my shorts and my panties off, Please.. Baby..”
She bridged her back, and leaning on her arms, raised her hips for him to strip her off. As the shorts dropped to her ankles, and the thong pulled away, still clinging to her wetness she lowered her ass back on the bed. Marcus returned is attention to her breasts, sucking her entire breast between his hot, thick lips he bit her nipple between his teeth, inflicting a mixture of pain and pleasure on her. She muttered under her breath, “Ohhh… Ohhh.. Oh My God… Oh my God”
When she saw Marcus’s hand return to cup her pussy and then for the first time felt his thumb circle her clit, making in emerge from its hood, the sight of his masterful black hand on her white skin brought her to a sudden and unexpected orgasm. Her nipples stiffened, and Marcus bit them a little harder. This magnified her climax and she pushed her pussy hard against his hand.
Now, he had already begun the next step in her preparation by inserting his thick middle finger into her thoroughly wet cunt and stroking her. She was on the verge of passing out, it felt so good. It created little aftershocks that began building her to another climax. She was so embarrassed to keep cumming like this – a second time just from his mouth and his hands. She kissed him long and hard sucking his tongue with abandon. Marcus enjoyed this for a long minute before breaking the kiss. His middle finger was lazily stroking her pussy, while his thumb continued to press against her young clit.
He kissed her softly and whispered, “Baby, you know what’s going to happen tonight. You know, right, sugar?
Breathing heavily, her body naked in the fading sunlight, she said hesitantly, “Yes… Yes.. I know,” then added, ” I know… Baby.”
Marcus continued to stroked her with his finger, saying, “I ain’t gonna lie, the first time gonna hurt like a mutha-fuck, but once you get past this first time, then you’ll start to love it, to crave my cock, to feel real, real good. You feel what I’m saying, suga’?”
She nodded shakily, “Yes, I feel what you’re saying… Baby.”
Across the room, a hip hop rap talked of bitches and ‘hos and she really understood the lyrics and that it’s what she would become tonight. She would become his bitch, his ‘ho.
Marcus moved her hand to his cock and said, “Why don’t you show how a white girl respects her man, how she gets him ready to fuck her.”
She started to tug his shorts, but he slapped her naked white ass and admonished her, “Uh-uh girl. You know better than that. You know what to do, bitch.”
She smarted with shame when he called her “bitch”, but she also knew it was his right, now as her black lover to call her out when she disrespected. Degradation was part of a black man’s rights to his woman when she failed to please him. Embarrassed, she slipped off the bed as he rose to stand in front of her, pressing down on her shoulders and pushing her to her knees.
She extended her arms up to his hips then kissed his cock through the fabric of his trainers and began to pull them down. As they descended past his belly, she began to see it emerge, inches from her face. Even before she saw his cock, she knew this was where she belonged, kneeling at the feet of a superior male. She had seen this many times in the porn Marcus streamed to her, and now she was lucky enough to be living it. She was overcome with excitement.
Still only partly erect, its head covered by his foreskin, his cock was poking up like a capital letter “J” toward his belly. Jennifer pulled his shorts off with the anticipation of a child unwrapping her long awaited Christmas gift, her vagina actually spasming when the head appeared.
As the shorts dropped to the floor and she beheld his enormous black cock, with its many ridges and veins, she started to move closer. Suddenly, she recoiled from the pungent scent coming from his foreskin and his enormous ball sac. She wasn’t sure she could get past that to put her mouth on him. In the week, months and years to come, she would grow to crave his funky odor to the point where she would lubricate simply when he entered the room, but tonight, her first night with him, it was overpowering.
She was uncertain where to start, and what to do. She began by kissing the head with her closed lips and kissing along one side. She stroked him, her hand barely covering half its circumference. In a fit of annoyance, Marcus pulled her face away, slapped her face slightly saying. “Look cunt, you know better than that. Now get down and suck it bitch.”
Her face reddened, her eyes on the verge of tears. She was not good enough for him and he was ashamed of her. He stroked her face tenderly and said, “Shhh, it’s all good Baby, jes’ try again.”
Determined to make him proud of her she began again in earnest. She pulled his foreskin back, recoiling again from the odor, wrinkled her nose but wrapped her lips tightly around his huge cock head. She moved her mouth up and down his purple-black head and then began to stroke him with both hands. She tasted his precum for the first time, and it tasted sweet and wonderful to her. She gathered it from his pee slit onto her tongue and began to circle his huge mushroom shaped head with it.
This began to get a reaction from him as she sucked him as far back in her mouth as she thought possible. Even though he was only 5 or 6 inches in her mouth, he was beginning to enjoy the sweet sensations of her servicing of his cock. Her innocence and her earnestness were something he had never experienced before, not with the cheerleaders or the football groupies who had always sought him out with ulterior motives. This girl was something different, something extraordinary. As he reached down to stroke her golden hair, he felt her devotion as she moved her mouth back and forth over his cock, now on the verge of spasming hot cum in her innocent mouth.
Marcus assumed the role of her mentor and her master, instructing her to better pleasure him. He urged her, “That’s it Baby, now take my foreskin in yo’ mouth. Lick it real good. Yeah, bitch, nibble on it.” She did as he ordered and he was starting to get some feeling from her lips and her tiny hands. “A’ight girl, now suck on my balls and lick ‘em real good. And don’t stop stroking yo’ man’s cock now Baby.”
Jennie was becoming aroused now, knowing she was having an effect on him as she felt his cock grow even larger and harder. So now, when he said she was sucking “her man’s cock”, she reached down between her legs and circled her own clit in pride and excitement.
Marcus was pleased to see how hard she was trying, looking down at the delicate face and slender body worshipping his cock. He decided she was ready to move to the next stage. He reached down to stimulate her tits again, and said tenderly, “Baby, now get under me and lick my taint and my asshole.”
Jennifer was happy she was pleasing him and when he explained to her how to lick him she lapped at him with even greater fervor. When she tasted the tang of his asshole, his verbal reaction told her she had touched a sensitive spot. If she had stopped to think about what she was doing, she would have been utterly disgusted, but seeing and hearing the effect it was having on him only made her lavish more of her tongue and lips on him.
Marcus was close to cumming now. He pulled her face from between his ass cheeks, then held her head steady and started fucking her mouth fast and furiously. Soulja Boy’s Superman number was playing on the computer and he instructed her to breathe in rhythm to it. He crammed 7 or 8 inches into her throat, and at times choked her when she lost rhythm or he sped up. Jennifer’s gag reflex finally got the better of her and she pulled away choking, leaving Marcus’s cock coated with copious amounts of her saliva. She tried to apologize, but Marcus, needing to cum in her mouth just stroked her hair and gently encouraged her mouth back onto his cock. She bent it down from his belly and again took it into her mouth, happy to have it in her grasp once again. Doing this, she felt in control of the situation as she looked up adoringly and saw his eyes closed in total abandon.
Suddenly with only the warning of his cock becoming even larger, he blasted his cum into her eager and waiting mouth. The force of it, the volume, and the acrid taste of it overwhelmed her. Marcus held her head on his cock, and so she had no choice but to keep trying to swallow it; even so, and even though a huge amount shot straight into her throat and into her belly, she had his cum running out her nose and the sides of her mouth. His forceful ejaculations kept coming until his seed was not only inside her tummy, but also in her hair and on her tiny chest.
He just kept exclaiming, “Oh shit… Oh God.. Yeah Baby,” and it gave Jennifer great satisfaction to see that she had brought her man to an intense orgasm just like the hotwives in the porn videos he had sent her during the semester. Her knees and her back ached a little, and her throat ached more than a little from the pounding Marcus had given her. Some force beyond her control was still driving her to want to give her lover the best blow job she could, so sticking out her pink tongue, she lapped up the cum still remaining around his cock and balls. Marcus smiled, his big white teeth showing against his coal black face. He thought, “Yeah, it’s gonna be real easy to train this little cunt,” then shook his head as if to banish the thought.
She was surprised to see that he was still hard, as she stood up and attempted to caress him. He shook his head, and said, “Go clean up Baby. And brush yo’ teeth. I don’t want to taste cum on you. I ain’t like yo’ Daddy.”
She smiled at the remark and quickly used a washcloth in the bathroom to wipe most of his cum off her. She was surprised to find she loved the remaining taste of his cum in her mouth. It was like hot pudding, thick and salty. Nevertheless, she brushed her teeth and then came back into the bedroom. When she re-entered her room, his musk filled the air again. She was already beginning to be hooked on the scent of his genitals and now she breathed him in deeply, a wave of desire for his cock spreading throughout her body as she breathed. The olfactory system is one of the oldest parts of our brain and sends information that governs our emotions, our memory, and our behavior. Individual odor molecules stimulate all sorts of sexual receptors, and she was deeply turned on by him.
He was standing next her bed, his cock hard again. He beckoned her to lie down and spread her legs as he prepared her to take the next step. She lay down on the bed, naked but no longer embarrassed to be seen by him. Marcus climbed between her legs as she opened her thighs so wide they touched the mattress on each side of her. She admired his deep black skin and her mouth watered at the memory of his cock in her young white mouth.
She was tense, prepared for him to penetrate her, but instead Marcus, on his hands and knees, kissed her young thighs and her tummy as he worked his way toward her fragrant young pussy. He spent a moment admiring it, admiring her fuzzy, soft pubic hair; admiring how pink and soft her pussy was. Without further hesitation he started lavishing kisses all over her pink young cunt and lapping at her with his wide, flat tongue.
That he would eat her pussy at all was a surprise because he always told her black men didn’t eat pussy. She would ask him about it later, and he explained that black men never ate pussy where little white peenies had been, but since she had never had white dick, she was still pure enough to eat.
Marcus licked her tight slit with the side of his long tongue, then pushed into her labia stroking in and out, while his nose pressed on her clit. Knowing he was going to have to stretch her out to prepare for him, he added two, then three fingers to his tongue action, stroking her fast. He was loving the salty pineapple taste of her cunt, and as much as the scent of his genitals would serve to turn her into his devoted sexual slave, without Marcus realizing it, the signature scent of her genitals would have a similar effect on him.
He stroked her faster with his fingers and she moved her pussy hard against them to the hip-hop beat in the room. Looking up briefly, he saw that she was in a private paradise, her eyes rolled back in her head. She was not far from a mammoth orgasm now, the most powerful she would have this night. Marcus was happy to give her a powerful climax, knowing how much pain he would inflict on her shortly when he took her cherry. He put his head down again, and now concentrated on her clit, pressing it with his talented tongue and enjoying the wild bucking of her hips. These were motions her body had never done before, but tonight, she was moving with her lover in perfect synchrony.
As he reached up through her legs to pull on her nipples her slender arms slid over his, and she caressed them tenderly, holding onto his arms, telegraphing the love she was feeling for him just then. If she could have risen from the bed to look at the two of them, she would have seen her own pale white body writhing in ecstasy, her dusty pink nipples flicked by black hands, her pink pussy being held and explored by a dark black face. She would have been struck by the contrast between their skin colors. More importantly, she would have been shocked by her own wild gyrations to the jungle beat of hip-hop as he continued lapping her juices and she was grinding her crotch down onto his mouth.
Finally, she exploded in an orgasm that became the center of her world, and the earth moved for her. She came again and again, holding onto his arms lest she fall off the world into an abyss.
He now climbed up her body on his hands and knees, kissing each inch of her white body, claiming it as his own. His hard cock would push and tease repeatedly just at the entrance to her virgin pussy, gently pressing against her pussy lips, opening her inner labia up then as quickly retreating as he kissed and planted more hickeys on her tits and neck. Finally the moment had come. He pressed against her pussy lips but this time his cock pushed at the opening without pulling back. She moaned in ecstasy as he kissed her lips. He eased his cock head in a tiny bit further, now rocking back and forth slightly, massaging her labia with the fleshy smooth tip of his cock, coating the walls of her throbbing cunt with his precum.
He experimentally shoved the first inch or two of his cock into her pussy and left it there, letting her get used to it. He moved his hips in a wide circle to stretch her pussy out and Jennifer let out a gasp. Never, ever had anything felt so wonderful and she pushed her hips upward and suddenly she winced as his rod pressed against her hymen. Her eyes opened wide in fear and pain as the reality of what was about to happen hit her. Marcus was only slightly inside her, and was supporting himself on his knees and forearms. He kissed her passionately and she let his tongue invade her. They were locked in the deep kiss for several more moments, and he pulled away from her lips. “Baby,” he whispered, “are you ready for this?”
The reality of the situation swept over her suddenly and tears began to form in her eyes. Her lower lip trembled, and all at once she blurted out, “Baby, I am so afraid. I am afraid of the pain; I’m afraid… what if I get pregnant. You know abortion is pretty much impossible in this state; and I am afraid that… I’m afraid I am going to get addicted to you like my mother is.”
Marcus smiled at her in his most charming look. He continued to make wider circles inside her labia with only two inches inside her, and spoke softly, “Suga’, it will only hurt for a little while and then the pain will turn into so much pleasure you’ll want me inside you every day.”
That brought a smile to her face and she reached up to push her tears away from her eyes. Continuing to rotate his hips and ass, and pushing a tiny bit further into her cunt which was beginning to become very wet to welcome him in, he continued, “An’ everybody knows you can’t get pregnant your first time, so you ain’t gotta worry ’bout that.”
Her smile widened and she even laughed a bit. She shook her head and again cursed her Catholic school education for leaving out valuable information like that. The tension and fear were starting to leave her.
Marcus, started stroking in and out of her lightly as he continued, “As for getting addicted to me and BBC, Baby, that’s a benefit, not something to be afraid of. She was now so lubricated that it was actually possible for him to move a bit deeper in her vagina.
She held onto his strong arms and squeeze and caressed them as he continued, “Listen, I will only go in as far as you want me to. If you tell me to stop, then we stop.” This was a lie, but one that would serve to calm her down. He would make her his tonight, regardless of anything she said or tried to do.
He stroked her pussy with his rock-hard black cock, pushing a little deeper as he told her, “I want to break your cherry so we can fuck whenever we want from now on and I can give you climaxes all night long. You with me, Baby?”
She smiled and reached up to kiss him, saying, “Yes, I am. I am with you now,” satisfied that all would be well. As she said this, he started a slow, rhythmic fucking of her virgin pussy. At a few inches in, he bumped up against her cherry stretching it. She felt it and winced in pain. He pulled back a couple inches, her well-lubricated pussy making his mammoth black cock glisten as she looked down between her legs. He pushed back into her excited and welcoming cunt and slid inch by inch down until her reached her hymen again. This time, he kissed her deeply letting her focus on his mouth and sucking on his tongue. Now, instead of backing out, he slowly pushed harder and harder until he felt something rupture inside her. He was through her barrier, and his shaft was suddenly intensely hot, warmed by the blood of her ruptured hymen.
Jennifer would reflect in days to come that this was the night her childhood, her innocence all vanished. This was the night she became a woman. But at this instant, she only felt blinding pain and her open eyes saw searing white light.
Marcus withdrew for a moment to let the pain subside. His cock was coated with a mixture of blood and Jennifer’s pussy juices, but his excitement at finally conquering this bitch stirred his animal lust. He pushed his cock back into her, hard, seeing how far he could penetrate her now that the barrier to his ownership was gone.
Clenching his ass he pushed 6 or 7 inches into her and her pussy stretched like a taut rubber band. Jennifer looked up at him, her white hands moving over his broad black chest, caressing his skin. Her face was filled with pain, confusion, and something else. She would not recognize it until later, but Marcus caught it right away; there was love in her eyes and a look of complete surrender that signaled her acceptance that whatever he wanted to do, whatever his will, she wanted as well.
Excited by this certain knowledge, Marcus began to piston quickly inside her stretched pussy. For 15 minutes, his strong, ample black ass rose and slammed into her body, forcing the air from her lungs each time he stroked her. He was still 3 or 4 inches from penetrating her completely, but even so she was on fire. Just knowing that Marcus’s huge bare black cock was stroking into her was enough to make her body ache with desire. Even through the pain, it felt like every nerve ending in her pussy was being electrified.
Now, she began to push her hips toward his, humping her crotch up to Marcus every time he thrust into her, wanting to feel as much of him inside her as possible. Jennie’s pussy lips clung to Marcus’s shaft each time he thrust inside her. Her pussy was gripping it because it was stretched out around his shaft. She now moved her legs out to the sides of his hips and held onto his arms with her hands as he started a faster rhythm.
Marcus was forcing her animal instincts to emerge, all pretenses of genteel white society stripped from her now. Her hair was matted with sweat, her face red from exertion. Their bodies moved in time with the music, with Jennifer rising to match his rhythm and accept his control of her body. Marcus was grunting with exertion and his sweat dripped from his forehead onto Jennifer’s face and chest. Now, she too was sweating profusely from fucking him back with every ounce of strength in her hips. Their sweat mingled in the unmistakable musk of a woman being taken in lust by her man.
Even though the pain was almost unbearable, she was meeting every thrust from her lover, gasping and making soft groaning noises as both the pain and her need increased. Between reaching up to kiss his black tits, she could look down between her own legs and see his black shaft during each outward stroke covered with her pussy juice. She was surprised that her body could produce this much from her little pussy slit. The sounds of their love making made a plunger sound each time he withdrew from her and a wet splashing sound each time he stroked her.
Jennifer could feel Marcus’s balls slap heavily against her skinny buns as he continued to fuck her. She desperately alternated between cupping his ass to make the bond between her body and his go even deeper, and pulling on his neck to kiss him even more passionately. She even began to circle her hips to take in more of him, even though the pain was excruciating. Now his sweat ran in rivulets down her flat tummy and soaking her soft blond pubic hair.
Marcus began to moan as his climax grew near. Jen felt a change in the way his balls slapped her ass, as they began to tighten to project his sperm as far into her as possible. Marcus moaned, “Ohhhhhhh… Ohhhhh.. Oh God…” . He knew at that instant he never wanted to lose this girl whom he had turned into a woman tonight. He knew she was different than all the others. As incredible as her mother was, this girl had her beat.
As his body tingled in the moments just before his orgasm, he knew there was one sure way to keep his grip on her forever. He had been holding back four inches to save her some of the pain of her first fuck. Now he moaned, “Oh Baby, I need to cum all the way in your pussy. I need you to give everything to me.
Licking her lips to be able to speak, she whispered between thrusts of her hips, “Oh God, yes. Everything, every part of me is yours, my Darling. Push the rest in. Oh God… so big… Baby, you’re so deep. Fuck me… Fuck me.. I love your big black cock. Own me.”
As her body moved her hips and tilted her ass to prepare for his orgasm, she gathered enough air in her lungs, and pleaded, “Oh God, fuck me with your black cock. Fuck my white pussy. I love you, Marcus.”
Marcus decided now what he must do. He lifted her legs up to her shoulders and pinned them with his arms, enabling him to penetrate her pussy right into her cervix. With his next powerful strokes, he plunged his entire length into her tender young vagina, his cock head pushed wide open the tight annular ring of her womb and with a loud groan, he sent a series of powerful blasts of his potent cum straight into her fertile young womb. To make certain that his cum remained in her cervix, he remained motionless, keeping his cock firmly in her, tightly plugging her pussy.
His sweat dripped on her as they remained still for some minutes before he pulled half his length out, looked down, and asked, “You OK, Baby? Still in one piece?”
Lovingly, she wiped the sweat from his face, stroked behind his neck, and smiling shakily, she kissed Marcus. She whispered, “It was worth it Darling, I’d do anything for you. If we wanted this, it had to be done.”
Marcus smiled and withdrew very slowly from her impossibly stretched out pussy. She heard the plop as his purple head dropped from her trailing white sperm behind it. He lifted off her, releasing her legs and lay on his back beside her, his eyes closed. Beside him, Jennifer lay nestled in the crook of his strong left arm. Casually, she draped her left leg across his thighs. Teardrops ran down her face as she could no longer contain the emotions she was feeling.
Between her legs, her pussy was gaped open and unbelievably stretched. Her crotch was red and puffy, on the verge of bruising from the pounding she had taken. Although much of Marcus’s thick cum remained deep inside her fertile womb, small rivulets of cum and blood oozed between her ass cheeks onto the sheets and soaking the mattress. It was not a mattress she was destined to sleep on much longer in any event, but whenever her parents looked at it in the years to come, they would know what had transpired this night.
Curiously, she felt other feelings now too, both feelings of loss and longing. The loss was her childhood and innocence, and came partly from the knowledge that she never wanted to be parted from this man, that she was willing to follow him anywhere, do anything he commanded of her. She knew could never be content to return to the world of college and books, and white boys, whom she knew with certainty could never make her feel the way she felt tonight.
The other feeling she felt was a deep longing; a need to have him inside her again, despite the dull pain in her crotch. She reached over with her delicate left hand to caress his loins, and to touch the cock whose magic she had now confirmed. She continued to massage his testicles and shaft with her left hand. She knew that everything Marcus had taught her about the superiority of black men was real, and she wanted desperately to spread her legs again for this black man in particular.
They looked each other in the eyes, and the passion and longing in her face made Marcus’s member begin to harden again. She was amazed at how quickly his hardness had returned. He had barely been out of her pussy for of ten minutes. His cock twitched to life and was now pointing at his belly again.
He reached over and rubbed her flat tummy lovingly, just above her downy pubic hair and as she stroked his black cheek, he saw the look of longing in her eyes and said, “Baby, climb up on me and ride while I lay back. It won’t hurt as much.”
She mounted him, her legs stretch across his wide hips. She was afraid of the pain but could not control her desire for his black cock. She rubbed his cock head against her pussy with her hand and pressed her pussy slit against the underside, her clit rocking back and forth on it without letting him penetrate her.
She could still feel his hot cum in her womb and so she thought for a moment and asked, “Baby, what about your sperm?” With pride, she added, “It’s not my first time anymore.”
Marcus held onto her slender hips and lifted her, “Girl, if you need black cock, you gotta to remember that a black man don’t use no rubbers. Now lift up yo’ hips, and reach down and guide it in yo’ pussy. You already have my seed inside you. A little mo’ ain’t gonna hurt.”
She rubbed his cock head against her slit, and pushed down so that the first 6 inches or so stretched her pussy for him. She began to lubricate very heavily again, which made her stroking a bit easier. Marcus encouraged her with gentle stroking of her white skin and sweet words, saying, “Jes go slow suga’. Take Daddy’s cock real slow. Yeah Baby, stroke it and cum for me.”
For several minutes she stroked his cock, experimenting with circular movements of her hips that made him groan with pleasure. She knew from the books he sent her to read that ensuring a black man’s pleasure was her most important function – that and being his Baby Mama. At least she didn’t have to worry about that tonight she reminded herself. Holding herself aloft with her tiny white hands resting on his black belly so the pain was less, she continued to stroke until her need to climax began to assert itself.
Jennifer slightly opened her eyes and leaned down and kissed Marcus, taking his tongue deep inside her mouth. Marcus held onto her ass cheeks as she began moving herself faster above him. Her body began to tremble and shake as she had one of the most wonderful orgasms of her life.
She collapsed onto his strong chest, her whiteness contrasting strongly with his black skin. She continued to move her cunt up and down his cock, her juices exciting him so that he was ready to cum again. She moved her hips lazily as he picked up the pace, his huge black rod stroking her faster and faster. Holding onto her ass like a limp rag doll, he pumped several times, and came in a roaring climax, his thick cum again coating her pussy walls and pushing another heavy load of spern straight into her cervix. Nightfall crept into the room as Jennie rested on his body on the verge of sleep. His cock, now deflating and only partly erect, stayed inside her plugging any leakage from her pussy. He lightly stroked her hair and imagined her lying on him like this every night.
Marcus would get his wish.
After a while, as she slept on his body and breathed lightly, he lifted her off him, and slid the blood stained sheets over her naked form. He kissed her, now his woman, on her high forehead, left his clothes on the floor and walked naked to the master bedroom to shower, dress and prepare for the party downstairs.
Tonight, at Maggie and Jack’s interracial bash, he would help another young woman, one only a few years older than Jennifer, discover that her future, and her husband’s too would be changed by accepting the inevitability of black mastery. Both Maggie and Jack had been working on them to lure them into the life, and it’s a story that can be told if enough readers demand it.
Four Years Later
In these few years, Jennie had become everything Marcus ever wanted. She belonged to him mind, body and soul, forever enslaved to the love his black cock made to her white pussy.
She was a young woman now, barefoot, pregnant, with two more black toddlers in tow, each of them a different shade of black, but unmistakably black, for as Jennie knew with certainty now, black into white always comes out black. She walked the dirt farmyard with a bucket of feed to spread for the chickens running free in the yard, waving in greeting to a trio of the black neighbor boys walking the dirt road in front of their farm.
Marcus had checked her driver license the night her took he cherry, and although double-digit math was never his forte, he knew that she was at either 17 or 18, definitely above the age of consent in the place where he planned to take her.
During the next three weeks, he fucked her often, and the pain that marked their first coupling was replaced in her with the white heat of animal desire for him. The night before her father prepared to drive her back to school, she threw a few possessions into a backpack, and slipped out of the house. Her poetry book, which had been kicked under the bed by Marcus, was not among her things.
Driving away quietly in his Escalade, she rested against his chest in the darkness, her stomach knotted in anticipation. She knew a secret even Marcus didn’t. She was two weeks late, something that had never happened before.
Calculating, she reasoned that he must have impregnated her on the night her took her virginity. Totally dependent on him now, she had even more reason to make sure his pleasure was the primary purpose of her life.
He had married her soon after they crossed the line into Mississippi, and she never looked back, never regretted leaving behind the world of learning, literature, and academia. Her college days were a long forgotten, memory, lost in the mists of her life now. Even though he had to beat her regularly at first to train her, she was devoted to him.
Now at age 21, she was a strong white woman, made all the stronger by being a black man’s Baby Mama. Her legs were more muscular now, and while her overall form was still willowy from the labor of being a farm wife, she had gained weight, her bony ass filling out and her breasts much larger — growing to a voluptuous size 38 C cup — in part from her serial pregnancies. She loved her man sucking and biting them, marking his territory, even as much as she loved his babies sucking them.
Her pussy was now permanently stretched from the passage of his spawn in childbirth, but also from his constant pounding of her cunt. Marcus was still a potent black man. He had nothing fear from white men, no fear of ever losing her lust or her love. She was spoiled for black cock forever now, nothing smaller than his massive tool would ever satisfy her constant craving for the deep orgasms he brought her to. No white man would ever catch her eye, no little white peenie would ever interest her.
She waved to a trio of black boys walking by their rail fence on their way from school. As the boys walked by slowly, they waved and she smiled at them. She knew they were equals now, or at least equally poor. Living on Marcus diminishing resources now, she economized everywhere possible. Not having the money for a hairdresser, her long blond tresses were halfway down her back. She no longer bothered to shave under her arms or her legs any longer, so that the sun caught a glint of her golden underarm hair as she waved. The breeze played against the lush hair around her pussy, stimulating her slightly.
Marcus loved to come home mid afternoon from his part time football coaching job while the toddlers were napping and doggie fuck her. He loved to make her squat in the dirt behind the house. On her knees, she would rock back onto his cock in time to hip hop playing on an old portable radio.
This day, it was Soulja Boy and his Superman tune, the very song playing when Marcus came in her womb the first time, impregnating her. She thought idly as she fucked herself to a second climax that Marcus is her Superman, all that and more. She pushed herself harder onto his shaft, loving the feeling of his cock head pushing her cervix open.
Each time he breaches her deeply, a thrill runs through her body. Her addiction to his deep penetration certainly helps explain her constant state of pregnancy, as does his copious sperm and the frequency of their fucking.
Now she feels him becoming even larger in her wet cunt, and his balls tightening, a signal that he’s about to cum in her loins. She stops rocking, knowing he will demand control of their pace now. He grips her hips, now grown more ample through her carrying his babies and begins to pump hard and fast. This is a behavior he had to beat into her in the beginning, but is now deeply ingrained. She remains motionless like a brood cow patiently waiting for her bull to flood her with his fertile seed. The sweat begins to drip liberally from her. Looking toward the barn, she can’t help but think of the similarity between herself and their cows.
The contrast between her naked white body and his blackness was stark, as he fucked her from behind. There is no gap between their profoundly different skin colors as his form flowed into and dominated hers.
Even though an oak tree shades them, they are both drenched with sweat from fucking under the Delta sun. Finally with a series of deep pushes, Marcus cums deep and hard inside her, pumping a huge volume of potent seed into her womb, already pregnant with another of his babies.
She loves the feeling, which sends thrills and a series of small climaxes throughout her body. As an expression of love for her man, she looks back over shoulder, smiles and, grips his cock tightly with her pussy muscles, pulling his cum deeper into her fertile loins. Appreciatively, he stays locked in her loins, plugging her vagina and as always, making certain his seed stays deep within her.
As a result of his training, she stays on her knees out of respect for her black master while he brushes off the dirt and slides his shirt and jeans back on. He hasn’t had to beat her for at least a year now. Marcus heads back to the house for his long afternoon nap.
Afterward she rises, her hair matted and body drenched with sweat, brushes the dust and dirt from her knees and uses the hem of her dress to wipe some of his copious excess cum leaking from her thighs and pussy. She looks up into the blue sky now, happy and fulfilled as she walks to check on the toddlers. She rubs her swollen belly lazily. Braless, she can feel her swollen nipples rub against the thin material of her sundress.
One of the older boys passing the house looked back in time to see a sudden wind catch one side of her button-up sundress. He catches a glimpse of her lush blond pubic bush and something else, looking like a black splotch on her right upper thigh. At this distance he can’t quite make it out. If he were closer he’d see that it was a black ace of spades symbol with a capital “Q” in the middle.