Once You Go Black
Jennifer Trace
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Once You Go Black
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Jason
Counseling
Mark
My First BBC
Jason
I wonder if Jason would have allowed things to get this far out of control if he had known from the start that his little perverted wishes would unlock something within the very fibre of my body that could not ever be locked back up again.
Jason and I had gotten married late in life. He was thirty-six and I was already thirty-nine. We had met at a church believe it or not. I had been invited to attend with a friend that didn’t want to go alone and he was the guest pastor that night. Listening to his sermon which focused on the sanctity of marriage, I would have never thought we would reach this point we were now at.
He asked me out almost immediately after meeting and he had these dimples that when he smiled I could just not say no to. We ended up dating for more than a month without ever approaching sexual intercourse. I was beginning to think if I was going to get laid, I was going to have to rape him.
A little after the one month mark, Jason and I went away to a cabin in the mountains of Tennessee for the weekend and that is where he popped the question. It is also where we first made love not even two weeks later as neither of us saw reason for a long engagement at our ages. Our wedding night was the first time I had been with a man in that way in over two years and I was more than ready to feel Jason inside me.
As we slowly stripped each others clothes away, he seemed nervous. As I finally got him out of his boxers I began to see why. I won’t say Jason was small but his penis was definitely not what I had been used to with any of the men I had ever dated. He barely had five inches and the only plus factor was his girth was nice and thick with a very nice mushroom shaped head. I immediately tried to ease his mind by dropping to my knees slowly and taking him inside my mouth. I could easily deep throat him which he liked but I soon ran into problem number two, he came in the first few minutes. As I swallowed his cum down I prayed that his quickness was only due to lack of sex for an extended period of time.
Of course, he felt bad and apologized profusely as I worked to get my husband hard again. He had gotten his, now I needed mine and I was determined to have it. It took me letting him rest for an hour before I was able to get him back up, but when I did I rode his cock like it was the finest on earth and he only slipped out of me a few times as I rose up too far, as I said, I was used to my men having longer cocks. This time he lasted longer and almost made me cum but somehow fell short, no pun intended.
I made a mental note to give him sex as often as possible and maybe his staying power would improve until he could get me there. Until then I would just use my trusted vibrator or the shower head. I had no idea how often that would be the case but over the next three years I would find out. No matter what I tried, Jason just could not make me cum in any way other than eating my pussy which he didn’t like to do.
On the outside, Jason and I appeared to have a perfect marriage. It is the image we conveyed to the world but inside our own domain we both knew that his small cock was really having an adverse effect on us as a man and wife. We loved each other but it hardly seemed fair that he could cum every time and he always left me high and dry. I tried everything including asking him to see a doctor about his problem which he refused to do.
One morning after Jason went to work, I broke out my vibrator, a nice thick eight incher, and was busy giving myself the wake up call I deserved when he walked back into the bedroom unexpectedly. I know many men would have watched or joined me in bed for some good fucking but not Jason, he simply turned around and walked back out with a hurt look on his face.
By the time he got home from work he had decided we needed marriage counselling. I refused to go and that is when the fight really started. Somewhere right after him lecturing me on the sins of the flesh, I screamed “If your cock wasn’t so tiny I wouldn’t need a vibrator.” It was days before Jason spoke to me again.
When he did finally speak to me again, he called me into his office and pointed at his computer screen which displayed a picture of a very nice looking man with a very nice sized cock and he asked me “Is this real, are men really that large?”
“Some are” I replied, unsure of where he was going with this.
“Baby, I’m sorry”, he replied, “I had no idea I was that much smaller. I’ve been reading stories about women having sex with large cock guys and cumming harder than they ever have before and I want that for you”
Was he honestly saying what I thought he was? Was he suggesting that I have sex with other men? Don’t get me wrong, the idea did sound good at this point but I was married. We talked about it in depth that night and he agreed that if I would try marriage counselling with him then he would consider allowing me to have a “boy toy” as he called it, strictly for sex.
Counseling
A week later we were both in front of another local pastor that Jason knew which was more than a little awkward. I know he was qualified to counsel couples but our situation seemed weird to me to speak of with anyone, much less anyone Jason knew on a professional level.
Pastor Steve assured us that anything we said would be given complete confidentiality so we began to open up and the awkwardness soon faded as the pastor learned all of our secrets, from Jason’s little cock all the way to us considering me taking a lover so I could cum, we told him everything. After a while, the pastor spoke and told us we were not the first to go that route and that he had found it had actually helped other couples out but that we should think on it more before rushing into anything. We thanked him for his time and he told us he would see us again the following week.
At home I asked Steve if I did take a lover, where would he be during this, would he watch, join, or want to take a lover of his own? He assured me that he did not want any other woman and only wanted me to be happy. He then said he would like to watch but thought joining would be just wrong as this was not about his needs but mine. I went to bed satisfied with his answer.
By the time our next meeting with the pastor came due, we had made up our minds to go through with it if we could find someone that was safe, well hung, and someone that could understand this was just about sex. Inside the pastor’s office we informed him of this news and asked if he had any advice as to where to find such a guy. He mentioned several online dating sites which we wrote down the names to before he told us he wanted to continue our counselling but as each of us had different issues he wished to focus on he hoped we could agree to each meet with him one on one in the future. We did agree and set appointments for the following week, I would see him followed immediately by Jason which allowed us to still ride there together.
Mark
At home we went online and made me a profile at one of the sites that Pastor Steve had mentioned and almost immediately began receiving messages. Many were vulgar and I deleted those for being too brash from the start but one finally caught my eye. It was from a man named Mark who lived about ten miles away. He eased us into feeling comfortable with him from the start, allowing us to choose when the conversation turned sexual and when it remained tame. When asked how large he was he asked if I would like to see a photo.
OMG, his photo showed me that not only was he in shape and cute, he had what looked to be about eight and a half thick inches of cut cock. Jason asked him to come over and meet us for drinks. I was shocked by this, I had no idea I would be meeting anyone tonight, it all seemed so fast but the invitation had been extended so I decided we should go with it. Mark said to give him an hour and he would be right over.
As Mark arrived I had Jason open the door for him while I worked hard on making drinks for all of us. We let Mark know we would be having our drinks in the hot tub and he replied “I didn’t bring a suit”. We had forgotten to inform him. Jason told him “well she has already seen all of you, go in nude if you want” Mark said he had no issue with that and they walked out back to the hot tub. As I joined them I saw they had left me a place to sit directly between them but when I started to get in Mark asked me if I had forgotten to disrobe, after all he was naked so why shouldn’t I be? Jason just laughed and said he had to go pee and would be back which left me standing there blushing as I undressed in front of this stranger.
In the hot tub Mark slid next to me and told me I was a very beautiful woman but he made no outright moves. We started talking and getting to know each other more when he noticed our drinks were dry and before I could offer to get more he stood up and stretched and said he would grab them. In this position his cock, which was somehow half hard already, was mere inches from my head. If I turned my face even slightly it would have brushed my lips. It looked larger in real life.
Mark climbed from the hot tub and walked into the kitchen and returned with our drinks, there was still no sign of Jason so I assumed he had decided to allow Mark and I some privacy to do whatever we wished. As he passed me my drink Mark said “I see you staring, you can touch it if you like” That was all the invitation I needed as I placed first one hand then another around it and began to stroke him as he edged closer to my face. I could tell what he wanted but experience with Jason had made me wary of sucking him off first, what if he couldn’t regain his hardness? I took him inside my mouth but just until I could feel he was fully hard. I then stood and bent over the side of the hot tub. If the neighbors were looking out their windows they would have seen everything. Little did I know, or care, Jason was doing exactly that and stroking his own tiny cock as his wife submitted to being impaled by a big cock for the first time in years.
Mark was gentle with me though which I appreciated. He slow fucked me good and slowly worked all of his meat inside me. This man had stamina too, I came on his large cock four separate times before he finally tensed up and shot deep inside me. It felt so damn good having a real man’s cock unload into me. Then to really surprise me, he did not pull out, he stayed buried in me for a few minutes before starting to stroke again and I swear he regained erectness while deep in my pussy. I could fall in love with getting fucked right, I thought to myself as he started increasing speed.
This time Mark fucked me long and hard, his pelvis slammed into my ass and his big balls slapped my pussy lips with each thrust. He leaned forward during this and asked me “are you going to let me fuck you whenever I want?”
“YES!” I screamed. I knew that Mark now owned my pussy, Mark knew it as well and if Jason was still watching he knew it too. Right before Mark was about to cum again he pulled out and spun me around, climbing from the hot tub real fast he told me to open my mouth and he began to face fuck me until he came down my throat. I didn’t even want to let his cock out of my mouth when he was done, there is something so desirable about a man with an oversized cock.
As the night ended we made plans to meet up again in a few weeks. I would have loved for it to have been sooner but Mark’s business kept him travelling to other cities and states a lot so we would work around his schedule. Jason came down and shook Marks hand which was kind of awkward but hey, what did I care, I was a happy girl this night.
My First BBC
A week later we arrived at Pastor Steve’s office and I was asked to come inside while Jason relaxed in the waiting room right outside the door and watched some documentary that was on the television.
I walked into the office to find Pastor Steve sitting behind his big oak desk and wearing a work out outfit. This seemed strange until he explained he had just rushed over from the gym as he had almost forgotten our appointments. After the formalities were out of the way, Pastor Steve began to ask me questions concerning Jason, specifically why I had agreed to marry him with his small penis if I wanted more. I explained how we had not had sex prior to marriage and I had no idea he was so tiny to which he relied asking me if that made me feel like I had been misled. Up to this point I had never considered that but now, yes it did. Jason knew he wasn’t big, he could have told a girl.
The questions went further with Steve asking if we had visited any of the sites he had suggested. I replied that we had and and wanted to know how that was going so I blushingly told him everything and he asked me if I had cum with Mark inside me. This question caught me a little off guard. Did pastors speak this way? I think he could see the confusion in my eyes as he stood and approached me before looking me in the eyes and taking my hand in his and saying in a lower tone, “ Don’t be shy, it is natural for you to like larger endowed men, all women do, did he make you cum?”
Somehow his reassurance that it wasn’t just me set me at complete ease with him, perhaps it was also how he looked into my eyes unjudgingly or how he took my small white hands into his large black ones. From those hands he could have just as easily become a basketball player.
“Yes, I came hard” I replied. The pastor then told me that I needed to learn to embrace the feelings inside me that told me that I needed bigger cocks to satisfy me. This was the first time the pastor actually used that word, cocks. He told me that part of me accepting it was learning to vocalize to myself what it was I liked and told me to try it. When I looked confused he said “tell me what you like, you’re safe everything stays in this office and I will not repeat anything to Jason”
“I love big cock” I replied and he asked me “how big do you like?’’
“Huge”was my reply and he asked me to “define Huge”
“Mark was huge, he had over eight inches” I answered and suddenly the pastor gave me a slight chuckle and I had to ask what was funny.
“Honey, eight inches is not huge” the pastor answered.
I felt like I was missing the joke so I asked him how he would define huge. He simply answered “well, me, I have more, but then again I’m black and once you go black you never go back”
Some part of me knew it was wrong but some part of me had to find out, I reached forward and rubbed his crotch, he did seem rather large. “Oh you want to find out, huh?” he asked before pulling me to my feet and bending me over his oak desk. “Reach back and grab you a handful of big black cock if you really like huge cocks”
I reached behind me and fished his cock from his sweat pants, he felt very big and very thick. As I stroked his cock he lifted one of my legs onto his desk and reached under my skirt, pulling my panties to the side. I felt him start running his cock head back and forth over my slit and when he finally started to push into me it wasn’t fitting. He was having a problem even getting his head past my lips. “I don’t have any lube in the office, you’re gonna have to spit on it he whispered to me as he forcibly turned me around and down to my knees allowing me to view the first big black cock I had ever seen up close.
“I can’t take all that “I stated and he answered back “oh but you’re going to, you come in here teasing me with your big ass and firm titties and telling me how you like big cocks because Jason isn’t packing, now you will be learning what huge really feels like inside you”
As he forced his cock head into my mouth and I began to suck him he whispered to me “I been wanting to fuck your white ass for a minute, now that I know you appreciate big cock, I’m gonna”
On the other side of the door which was now locked as to insure privacy during the couseling session sat Jason, watching television as his wife was being forced to suck this big black cock
by the very pastor he referred. Fuck him, this was his fault for having such a small cock and now he was going to have to deal with the consequences.
I began to suck Steve’s huge black cock, running my mouth down the sides and spitting all over it as he told me to do. He kept telling me about how he was going to “black me out” and I was loving it. This cock made Mark even look small. Soon , Steve stood me back up and bent me across his desk but not before grabbing his cell phone and turning the video on and instructing me to hold the camera so I could look into it. He wanted a memory of the second black cock invaded my lily white pussy as he called it.
How Jason didn’t hear my gasp as Steve split me open is beyond me but I no longer cared, once that head was in me I knew I had to have all of Steve who turned out to be almost eleven inches and as thick as a coke can, maybe thicker even. I had heard of white women fucking black but had never thought it would happen to me but now I knew I would be doing it more and more.
Steve worked all of his cock into me while holding his hand over my mouth to shut me up. After that with each thrust he would instruct me how it was my job to give it to any black man that ever wanted it, all white women needed to be bred he stated. Before he came he had me convinced that black cock was so much better than any white guy and that to be truly satisfied I would need black cock inside me and often. Jason had no idea the Pandora’s box he had opened but he would eventually find out.
Steve thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper and without a condom. I asked him if he would pull out and he just laughed and said sure before pulling me off his cock, I immediately begged for him to put it back in. I felt so empty without him inside me. He shoved that huge cock back into me and told me that he was about to cum, he was going to breed me. I begged him to cum deep. I wanted to feel his baby batter in my womb. It was no longer an option for me, I needed it as much as I had ever needed air.
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