When she came home, she was definitely buzzing and quite horny. She came into the bedroom, got undressed and showered, then got into bed naked. I could see in her eyes that she was horny.
“I bet you drove all the boys crazy with the sexy little body of yours.”
Sindy laughed and jumped right on top of me. I ate her pussy and made her come, and then she pushed me off of her and rode me cowgirl.
“All the guys wanted you, didn’t they?” I asked. She stared fucking me harder, faster, saying “Yes, they wanted me.” She was riding me hard and finally came, then rolled off to my side and we cuddled for a while then went to sleep.
In the morning, I got up early and she was still asleep. I started to caress her body and she knew what I wanted. Although she was pretty much sleeping, she moved her leg and gave me access. I fucked her from behind and I didn’t last long before I shot my load inside of her tight pussy.
A couple days later, Sindy told me that her friend Hannah was going to a resort in the Bahamas next month for two weeks to celebrate her twenty-fifth birthday. A few of her other girlfriends were going, too, and it was going to be an all-girls vacation. I said that going there in June didn’t make a lot of sense to me weather-wise, but she said that the rates were cheaper and besides it was Hannah’s birthday.
“Would you be okay with me going there with her, with the other girls?”
“Sure,” I said. “It sounds like you’ll have a great time.”
Although I thought of the possibility that something sexual might happen while Sindy was down there with her single friends, it was an off-hand comment by Jared that really got my juices flowing.
“Yeah, JeWayne’s gone the second and third week of June. He’s going to an all-inclusive resort in the Bahamas.”
At that point I wasn’t sure if Sindy was going there with her single friends and JeWayne had arranged to be there at the same time, or if she already knew about it. Heck, for all I knew it might have nothing to do with Hannah at all and she was just going down there to vacation for a week in paradise with her black lover. Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to say a word.
When she packed her luggage, I took a look at what she was taking with her. She was bringing all these sexy sundresses and miniskirts, evening gowns and high heels, not to mention those bikinis of hers. But one thing that caught my eye was her birth control pills. Why would she need her birth control while on vacation? Just to make sure that she didn’t cheat on her wedding vows, right after she made her final check of her luggage, I slipped her birth control pills out of her makeup bag and put them back into the medicine cabinet. I drove her to the airport, lifted her bags out of the trunk and kissed her goodbye. I gave her a long hug.
“I only have one rule for your vacation,” I said. “Do whatever you want, just make sure that you have as much fun as you possibly can.”
Her eyes beamed. “I will, I promise.” She hugged me back, gave me a peck on the cheek, waved goodbye and pulled her luggage through the airport doors.
It was crazy waiting those two weeks for her to return. The whole time I was masturbating multiple times a day while fantasizing about that tall, muscular black stud giving his thick black cock to my delicate white wife. They were just so much alike, both beautiful and concerned about their physical appearances, loving the attention. He was a perfect physical specimen, strong, black and virile, and she was a perfect female, thin with a bubble butt, big tits and a gorgeous face. I wished I could see the two of them together!
When they returned from their vacation, Sindy’s body looked changed. She seemed exhausted, fully content and satisfied, and her skin had tanned, having taken on a darker color after being pounded by those gorgeous rays for weeks. We made love the night that she returned but things seemed different now. Although she was definitely horny, she didn’t seem satisfied with what I was giving her.
“Faster, baby,” she said. “Fuck me faster.” I fucked as fast as I could but she looked disappointed. I think she’d realized that the problem wasn’t my lack of speed but my lack of size. But I still managed to give her an orgasm and I came inside of her, then we cuddled and fell asleep.
A couple weeks later Sindy started to feel sick. I had a strange feeling what it was. Sindy seemed very distant for a couple of days, then she asked me one night, “How would you feel if I had sex for real with a black guy?”
“Like JeWayne?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “Would you like that?”
“I think it would be really hot,” I said.
“I do, too,” she replied, holding my hand. “I just don’t you to be unhappy with me.”
“I’d never do that. I’ll support you one hundred percent.”
I wasn’t surprised at all what happened next. Sindy had sex with JeWayne “for the first time” that week. A couple weeks later, she found out that she was pregnant.
“I’m pretty sure that it’s JeWayne’s baby,” she said. “I’m going to keep it, even if the baby is black.”
I told her that I was totally okay with it, that it was all my idea and that I would support her decision. When we learned that it was going to be a boy, JeWayne was proud as peaches. He came to the hospital and cut the umbilical cord. He named the baby JeWayne Junior. I didn’t want him having any legal rights to our son, though, so I put my name on the birth certificate as the father.
The whole situation has worked out great. I stay at home with the baby while Sindy works out with JeWayne. She’s back on the pill so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy. She’s gotten back into great shape, and although her hips are a little wider after giving birth, she’s still stunning. Last week she had her first bikini contest in five years and she won first place. I loved watching all the guys on her as she strutted her stuff on the stage, every man fucking her with his eyes. I’m so proud to be married to such a naughty little girl!
BLACK THREESOME
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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For the better part of a year, my husband Gabe had been talking to me in bed about having a threesome with another guy. It’s always been a fantasy of his and it was starting to become a fantasy of mine, and eventually I agreed that I would do it if I could find the right guy. Then, as luck would have it, a my friend Tara’s friend Emily broke up with her boyfriend. The guy’s name is Keshawn and I’d been attracted to him from the first time that I’d met him. He was handsome and buff, and he just had a way about him that oozed sexuality. I knew from Tara that Emily had mentioned that Keshawn was very well endowed, nine inches and very thick, and that Emily couldn’t take all of him. I’d been with a guy who was eight inches long before without a problem and it felt heavenly, so I wanted to see if I could take all of him.
“That’s fine, Ashley,” Gabe said. “But I don’t want him coming inside of you.” I don’t take the pill, and Gabe and I use the pull-out method for birth control. “You could do him orally or anally, but if he’s going to cum inside of you vaginally he needs to use a condom.” That sounded reasonable to me and I agreed.
When I contacted Keshawn I worried that he might not want to do a threesome but he was very receptive. He sent me a dick pic showing his package, holding it in his hand fully erect, and it was everything I’d imagined. My husband’s penis is just under five inches long and it’s not thick at all. It’s fine
and all, but I was eager to feel a real cock inside of me again.
We invited Keshawn over to our house. After a couple beers, we headed up to the bedroom. I asked both guys to take off their clothes, and I was standing in between them kissing them as they removed my clothing piece by piece. I was so turned on, my pussy awash in cunt cream, eager to have my first threesome. The contrast between the two guys couldn’t have been stronger, and not just in their package size. Keshawn is dark-skinned, tall and buff, and he obviously works out regularly. Gabe is pasty white, soft with no muscle on him, and half a foot shorter than Keshawn.
I had a hand on each guy’s package and I started going back and forth, sucking on one and then the other. My husband’s penis is so small and thin that it’s easy to handle, and I’d forgotten just how difficult it can be to blow a guy with a real cock. I can take all of Gabe’s little thing in my mouth and pleasure him easily, but it doesn’t really work with a man-sized cock like Keshawn’s. Still, they both were fully erect and ready for action.
Keshawn had me lay down on the bed and he spread my legs apart, aiming his gloriously giant cock at my sopping wet entrance. He pushed the head inside of me and I started moaning in pleasure. With each thrust he went deeper. I doubted I could take all of him, but soon I felt his ball sack slapping against my ass cheeks. The feeling was stunning and I was in ecstasy, having really missed that experience for years.
That’s when I felt a tongue on my clit. I looked down between my legs and saw Gabe’s face on my clit, his tongue incredibly close to that thick black cock slipping in and out of me, licking my love button. It felt so great getting stimulation clitorally and vaginally.
“Oh fuck, that’s good,” I groaned. “Oh God… oh fuck, I’m coming!” A wave of intense pleasure gripped my body and I bucked up. Gabe, the expert clit licker that he is, moved with me and kept the pleasure going as I came hard, my pussy clamping down on my black lover’s seed rod. When I couldn’t take any more, Gabe came up and started sucking on my tits, then he kissed me. Kissing one man while another is pounding your pussy is just awesome!
Keshawn flipped us over and now I was on top of him, riding my black lover in the female superior position. I leaned down and kissed him, riding him slowly as my tongue danced inside his mouth as his hands caressed my body. That’s when I hear the sound of a bottle opening and felt cold lube being placed on my asshole. I looked back and there was Gabe lubing up his little peener, about to take me anally. Whatever limitations he had vaginally, my husband is perfectly hung for doing anal, barely large enough to feel it but nowhere near large enough to hurt. I’d played with a big, thick dildo that had a tiny little stub near the bottom for anal stimulation, and now I was experiencing that in real life – the best of both worlds.
When Gabe pushed his little thing inside of me and held my hips, I was in heaven. I could feel Gabe’s body pressing on top of me as I lay on Keshawn’s ripped chest. They were both moving, thrusting inside of me, and the pleasure was amazing. I was enveloped by their bodies, with Keshawn kissing one side of my neck and Gabe kissing the other. Physically, the pleasure was intense, with my black lover’s mighty cock rubbing just right against my g-spot and filling me completely while my husband’s finger-sized tickler slipped in and out. I was coming over and over, but mostly just riding right on the edge of orgasm for minutes at a time before crashing over.
Keshawn started bouncing up and down on the bed, trying to get more movement. I figured he was nearing his climax, and that’s when I felt my husband slipping his thing in and out faster. “I’m coming,” Gabe whined. He pulled out and I felt his drips squirting onto my lower back.
With Gabe off me, my black lover rolled me back over and began pounding me fast and furiously. His face looked angry, menacing, and I knew he was nearing his climax. I ran my fingers through his hair. “That’s it, baby,” I said, his powerful black body moving like a machine, his great cock pistoning inside of my sopping-wet cunt. “Fuck my white pussy. Give it to me, baby.”
“I’m gonna come,” Keshawn said, gritting his teeth.
“Come inside of me,” I pleaded. I wanted him to in that moment, even though I was fertile – or maybe because I was fertile. Something in the core of my being needed to feel this amazing man finish his task and deliver his precious seed to my eager egg. When he grunted, pressing that powerful body against mine as he pushed in balls deep, I had my own orgasm as felt his cock getting even larger inside of me, pulsing as he shot his seed right at the entrance of my womb. I felt certain at that moment that I was being impregnated, dreamily running my fingers through his hair, sure that one of his millions of virile black sperm would fertilize my white egg.
Keshawn kissed me briefly, then said he had to run. He got up, got dressed, and left me alone with my husband. I’d forgotten about Gabe, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He crawled up next to me and kissed me slowly, gently. “That was amazing,” he said.
I asked him if he was upset that I’d allowed Keshawn to come inside of me.
“That was the best part,” he replied.
When my period was late, I felt certain that I’d gotten my wish. I took a pregnancy test and it confirmed what I already knew. I gave birth to a beautiful black girl last spring, and Gabe has been a wonderful dad, doting over our little bundle of joy. When I was able to have sex again, I called up Keshawn and we’ve resumed our activities. Sometimes I make love to him alone, other times with Gabe there. Keshawn has been good about pulling out, too. But now he’s started pressing me to let him try for a boy. Gabe thinks it’s a great idea and he’s encouraging me to let him. At first I was totally against it, happy with just our daughter, but I’m starting to warm to the idea.
TESTING THE NEW PILL
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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“You’ve been accepted into the program,” the white-coated doctor said to my wife Elizabeth. She’d applied for a study to test a new form of birth control pill. “In order to ensure the efficacy of this new drug, you will need to have sex at least three times per week during the two-year trial.”
“There’s something I need to tell you, doctor,” I said. “I had a vasectomy after the birth of our daughter.”
The doctor looked at me. “Really? Obviously, we can’t tell if the pill is an effective form of birth control if her partner is sterile.”
“It’s okay, doctor,” Elizabeth said. “Mason won’t be my only sex partner during the study. I have somebody else in mind. It should be noted in your records.”
The doctor looked down at his clipboard. After a second, his eyebrows raised. “Ah, yes, I see. Who is ‘Andres’?”
Elizabeth looked back and forth between us. “This is kind of awkward. I mean, I haven’t told my husband yet. But Andres is African-American. He’s very strong, virile and very sexual. And he’s definitely fertile. He has six confirmed children and there are rumors that he’s the biological father of fourteen.”
“I see,” the doctor said, scanning his notes. “Ten inch penis? Really?”
Elizabeth blushed. “I don’t know that for sure, but I know another wife who cheated with him and she said he’s ten inches long and thick as a fire hose.”
The doctor lowered the clipboard. “Very well, then. As long as you are having sex at least three times a week with a fertile man, we can go forwar
d.” He looked at me. “Are you willing to allow your wife to have sex with this man Andres, for science? This is critical scientific research.”
They were both looking at me. I didn’t know what to say but I had to say something. “Of course, doctor.” I shrugged. “Anything for science.”
On the way home in the car, I had a pretty heated discussion with Elizabeth. She said she’d planned on telling me soon, and besides I had to know that she’d be having sex with somebody else because of the nature of the drug. “You knew I couldn’t just have sex with somebody who’d had a vasectomy to test a birth control pill, right?”
“I guess, now that you say it like that, but I hadn’t really thought about it.”
“You wanted me to do this,” Elizabeth said. “It was your idea for me to sign up for it.”
“I know but I just… I guess I wasn’t thinking.” I hesitated, looking down the road. “And I didn’t know you were going to pick a black guy with a big cock.”
“Really, Mason?” My wife’s mouth was agape. “That’s so racist. What’s wrong with a white woman sleeping with a black man?”
“I just… you know how sensitive I am about my penis size.” I’d always been embarrassed that my penis is only four inches long. Elizabeth said it didn’t matter, even though her previous boyfriends all had at least six inches and a few of her hookup partners were quite large.
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