Although I don’t consider myself to be small, I knew that my little white pee-shooter was simply no match for her black lover’s bazooka. Still, for some reason I can’t explain, I found the situation to be arousing. I dropped my pants to the floor, quietly spit into my hand for lubrication, and I began to stroke my penis.
Tyrone flipped my wife over into the missionary position. “Now I’m gonna fuck you like a dog, bitch.” My wife got onto her hands and knees. He slid his spear most of the way in, then eased in the last few inches, deeper and deeper with each thrust. I could make out Betty’s face, a look of open-mouthed sheer bliss. “God, it’s so deep, Ty. You touch everything. It’s so fucking amazing.”
Tyrone placed his hands on her hips and began pounding inside of her with a powerful combination of speed and force. I noticed that Betty had one of her hands up in her crotch, rubbing herself as her black lover fucked her. When I would make love with her, she would never touch herself but now she was manipulating her clit with abandon, desperate for more. Suddenly she began to cry out, almost sounding in pain as another hurricane-force orgasm ripped through her body.
Just then, my penis squirted. I kept jerking as my seed dribbled down my fingers, some of it dripping onto the floor. While the lovers continued fucking, I quietly closed the door. I carried my pants downstairs, washed my hands in the bathroom and put my pants back on.
When I walked out of the bathroom, I heard Betty and Tyrone laughing as they walked down the stairs. As they walked past me, both naked, Tyrone said, “Whew, you done fucked up. Your wife is one fine ass fuck!” They walked into the kitchen and got drinks of water. Then they went back upstairs and continued their lovemaking session.
Betty told me that Tyrone didn’t want her having sex with me anymore. Since she was his girlfriend, she should be exclusive to him, even though he is still seeing a number of other women. She wants something permanent and she wants to see if she can work things out with Tyrone. If Tyrone won’t commit to her, eventually she will need to break it off. If that happens, she assures me, she will consider giving me another chance. In the meantime, I can continue living in Tyrone’s house in the guestroom.
That’s how it’s been for the last few months. I listen to the sounds of my wife and her black lover through my bedroom wall, and sometimes I even sneak a peek of them in action. Betty has told me that she learned a lot about sex from her sessions with Tyrone, and when she comes back to me I think our sex life will be better than ever!
HER NAUGHTY CHRISTMAS OFFICE PARTY
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
* * *
“I’m sorry, Benjamin,” my wife Mia said. “The party is for employees only. No spouses allowed.”
“No spouses allowed?” I asked. “That’s strange. Why would they do that?”
My twenty-seven year old wife showed me the invitation from her company. The Christmas party was on a Friday night and the invitation specifically said the party was for employees only.
“I don’t know why but it’s employees only,” she said. “A lot of companies do it. They say it’s to save money. And by making everybody stay the night at the hotel, it reduces the risk of drunk driving.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe some of the owners don’t want their wives at the party.”
I hated going to those office parties, so I didn’t really mind. This would allow me to stay at home while she put in face time with her co-workers. But when the night came, I got a little worried. She was all dolled up in a sexy evening gown. I kissed her goodnight and off she went.
Late around midnight, I heard my phone beep. I had a text from Mia: “Hey Cypress I’m in room 512. Do you have rubbers?”
Suddenly, I felt my stomach drop. Mia had mentioned Cypress before. He was a ladies’ man and always hitting on her. Although he was tall, handsome and muscular, and a coworker of hers said that he was very well-endowed and knows how to use it, she said she just ignored his advances. But now it sounded like she was going to have sex with him.
I jumped in my car, drove out to the hotel, and went up to the fifth floor. When I got to room 512, I could hear some moaning inside. I slowly tried the door handle, and I was surprised that it was unlocked. Sitting on the end of the bed, completely naked, was my wife Mia. She was leaning down and sucking on the cock of a tall, powerfully-built black man. I was stunned not only at what they were doing but the size of his cock – it was twice as long as mine and incredibly thick. I’d always thought it was just a rumor about black guys having big cocks, but at least for Cypress it was true. His hands were on her head, pulling her down onto his cock, and she was making loud slurping noises.
“Oh, shit, wait,” she said, pulling back for a breath. “This is too much.” She was clearly drunk. “Benjamin has this tiny little pee-pee.” She held up her pinkie finger, laughing. “It’s easy to take his whole pin prick in my mouth.”
“Just suck it, bitch,” he said, pulling her back.
Again she took an impossibly large amount of cock into her throat, then backed off, gagging. “I can’t. It’s too big.”
“That’s fine,” he said, pushing her back onto the bed. “Let me have some pussy, then.” His cock was fully erect, pointing upward a bit and sticking out a good ten inches. It was menacing, aiming at her vulnerable white vagina. “Damn, bitch, you are so fucking wet,” he said, rubbing the head in her pussy juices.
“You’re just so sexy,” my wife replied. “I’m so horny for you.”
As he pushed the head inside of her, I realized that he wasn’t wearing a rubber. Mia and I use condoms for birth control, and she wasn’t on the pill. I tried to remember when she’d last had her period. As best as I could remember, it was about two weeks ago. It couldn’t be a worse time as far as getting pregnant goes.
“Oh, shit, it feels so good!” Mia was moaning and groaning as he pushed in deeper, thrust after thrust. “Ooooh, shit, it’s so thick! It feels amazing!” Soon enough he was balls deep, and thrusting powerfully inside of my wife’s cunt. His muscular frame was so much larger than hers, dwarfing her tiny white body as he moved like a machine. Over and over, his mighty weapon penetrated her, relentlessly stabbing into her. She was beside herself, moaning in delight.
“Yeah, you like that?” Cypress said, sweat rolling down his body. “You white bitches love the black cock.”
“Oh, god, baby! Oh, god, I’m cumming!” Mia arched her back, crying in pleasure as a powerful wave of ecstasy coursed through her body. I was amazed because she’d never had an orgasm during intercourse with me, only from oral sex. But Cypress’s colossal cock kept her right on the edge, rolling through a series of orgasms.
“I’m there baby,” he announced.
“Oh, god, baby. Pull out, okay? I’m not on birth control.”
Cypress threw his head back. “Uuuuunnnngh,” he grunted as he pushed his cock deep inside of my wife. “Ungh! Ungh!” With a few more small thrusts, he kept his cock pressed against her cervix, blasting her womb with his seed. Mia’s hands were on his back as they kissed, and she lifted her legs up around his. As it happened, I knew that she was being impregnated, that hundreds of millions of vigorous African sperm were searching for her waiting egg.
I quietly closed the door and drove home. When she arrived home on Saturday, she told me all about the party but she didn’t mention Cypress. Then on Mo
nday night, we made love. Interestingly, we had sex without a condom because she said “it’s time to start trying for the baby.” A few weeks later, she started feeling nauseated, and a pregnancy test confirmed what we already knew. I suppose it’s possible that I might be the biological father. I guess we’ll find out in the hospital!
HUBBY WENT BISEXUAL FOR ME
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
* * *
My name is Noah. I’m in my early thirties, as is my wife Maria. We’re a happily married couple.
Before I met Maria, I knew that my wife had been rather promiscuous back in college. When we were first dating in our mid-twenties, when the question of how many people we had slept with came up, she claimed she’d only been with five guys. But over the course of conversations, I heard her mention stories about various guys. I heard the names of over a dozen men – guys who she’d dated for months at a time back as far back as high school – and she must have been sleeping with them. And she’d also admitted to having had one night stands (plural), so I knew the real number was considerably higher than five.
I didn’t mind her wild past, though. I admitted to her that I found it pretty hot, and that I actually had a fantasy of seeing her with another man. After months of discussions, Maria finally started dating, usually going out a couple times a week and having sex at the guy’s place.
Then, about a year after we’d opened up our relationship, Maria met a guy she was especially attracted to – Andrus, a handsome young black man who worked at the local convenience store. Maria showed me pictures of them together at a club and I could see why she found him so attractive – he was tall, dark skinned, very muscular, probably in his mid-forties. On occasion, Maria told me where they would be clubbing and I would spy on them from afar. It was so erotic to watch them kissing and dancing. His hands were all over her like she was his, and I suppose she was.
At one point Maria confessed to me that Andrus wanted to include me in their sexual activities. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it because she’s not the sharing kind or an exhibitionist. Frankly, I had my own concerns about it because I’m straight. But he was persistent and eventually we agreed to try a joint session.
When Andrus came to our house for the first time, I was standing there wearing nothing but my underwear, just as he’d instructed. He looked me up and down and just smirked. “You’d better be ready, boy. It’s going down for you tonight. It’s going down!” I noticed that he had a leather bag with him, like a doctor. I asked him what it was and he said it was his “bag of tricks.”
Maria came down the stairs and met us in the living room. She was wearing a pink babydoll with matching panties. She walked up to Andrus sexily and they kissed wildly but briefly. Then she unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out and started playing with him while sucking him off. It was obvious why she was so hot for him. Andrus was packing an enormous black cock, nearly ten inches long and as thick as her wrist. It was a thing of beauty, covered with large purple veins.
“You like that, boy?” He asked, looking me in the eye. “This is my woman. Sex is for a real man. A woman needs a man’s cock, not a boy’s little penis. Your penis is for pissing, that’s it. Only a real man should breed a woman.” He looked down. “That’s enough. Let him do it.” Looking back at me, he said, “Do it!”
I got down on my knees in front of him and I began to suck his cock. I’d never done this before and I slowly took it inside of my mouth. I felt his hands grab my head and push himself deep inside my mouth. I chocked and pulled away.
“You gotta do better than that!” He looked angry and intimidating, but I had no choice. I again leaned forward and took him inside my mouth. I licked and sucked on the head, trying my best to please him. After about a minute, he said, “That’s enough. Sit down in the chair.”
I sat down on the recliner while Andrus fucked my wife doggy style on the couch. I could see Maria’s eyes rolling back in her head as she moaned loudly. “Oh, God, baby… It’s so fucking big. It feels so good inside of me. Give me that big black dick. Fuck me just like that.” After a few minutes, they switched positions into missionary. It was incredibly hot seeing his mighty black body pounding like a machine on top of her delicate white body. She was groaning in ecstasy. “Oh, I’m cumming!” She said that three times before he finally unloaded his black weapon deep inside of her cunt, grunting as he filled her completely with semen.
Andrus got off of her, wiped his sweaty face with his arm. “Eat her pussy. You better eat it good. Lick up all my black cum. Now!” Maria turned herself so that she was sitting on the couch, her legs splayed open and her cunt glazed like a donut, coated with glistening semen and a white trail of cum oozing out of her pussy. I dove in as ordered, licking up and swallowing his load. I stuck my tongue in deep, trying to get every drip, and sucked on her gash to remove every drop. In the process, I brought Maria to orgasm. My cock was rock hard, straining against my briefs.
“Do you want to fuck her?” Andrus asked, almost angrily.
“Yes, sir.”
“Not yet,” he said. “You aren’t ready.” He looked over at Maria. “Go get a wooden chair.” She got up and came back with one of our wooden chairs from the kitchen table and faced it toward the couch.
“Take off your underwear and sit down on the chair,” he ordered. I did as he requested, standing naked in front of the couch.
“You’re going to sit here and watch. Just watch.” Andrus opened up his leather bag and handed my wife some duct tape. “Put your arms behind you,” he said. I did and Maria tied my arms together behind me, and then she duct taped my wrists to the chair. Then Andrus had me sit down in the chair. At his instruction, Maria duct taped my mouth closed.
Andrus came over and pulled my legs apart. “Spread your legs, boy. I want your ankles taped behind the chair, too.” I did my best, spreading my legs wide and pushing my legs back. It was uncomfortable but I managed to do it, and Maria taped my ankles together behind the chair.
“All right,” Andrus said, reaching into his bag again. He pulled out a large metal clamp-looking device. “Now we’re ready. Do you know what this is?”
I shook my head no.
“This is a burdizzo. When I was a boy, we used this to castrate the goats and sheep. The best ones were selected as the breeders. For the others, the best thing for them was to remove their unnecessary parts.”
I felt my eyes widen as he brought the metal device at me. I started to panic and tried to move, but I was restrained. Maria put her arms around me and held me in place on the chair. I tried to scream but I couldn’t.
“It’s okay, honey,” Maria said. “It’s all right, it’s okay. It’s for the best. It will be so much better this way. It will all be over soon.”
Andrus took my right testicle and placed it inside of the clamp. He held the device in his hands for what seemed like an eternity, and this ring of metal surrounding the cord connecting my ball to my body, threatening to clamp down. I was making as much noise as I could, trying to scream but unable to make much noise.
Then I saw Andrus’s face tense up as he squeezed hard, clamping the burdizzo down. There are no words that can describe the excruciating pain. I felt like I was leaving my body. All I can remember was the incredible pain and my wife’s soothing words as she assisted her black lover in destroying my manhood,
then I passed out.
I woke up the next morning in bed. There was still pain in my nut sack but it wasn’t anything like before. I could hear the sounds of Andrus fucking Maria in the shower. I checked out my balls and I could see bright red welts where the burdizzo had squeezed, and the skin was darkened no doubt from blood.
Luckily, there were no complications from the castration. In a matter of weeks my balls shriveled away and my ball sack returned to its normal color. I seldom get an erection, so I’m no longer bothering Maria with requests for sex. And even better, perhaps as a side effect of the loss of testosterone, I don’t feel any jealousy when Andrus or Maria’s other lovers breed her. I still get to suck on Andrus’s cock and to clean up Maria after their love making sessions. Looking back, it’s hard to see why I didn’t want this from the beginning. It was totally worth the pain. I think Andrus’s training on the farm helped him understand how to separate the breeders from the geldings, and I’m proud to help him in any way that I can.
MY WIFE IS BANGING OUR
NEIGHBOR’S BLACK BOYFRIEND!
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2015 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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