Appendage
By Hardy
I'm always amused when I read stories that involve black
men, and how all of them are so well endowed. I think
that the writers of these stories have not seen very many
black men naked, or they have a very vivid imagination.
Having been in college athletics for four years, I have
seen a large number of both white and black men naked,
and in my opinion there is essentially no difference in
penis size between white and black men.
However, there are some rare notable exceptions in both
white and black men. Over these years I have seen three
white men and two black men who, in there softened state,
had penises that were very impressive, both long and very
thick. But this was certainly not the norm in the many
people I had seen in the showers. Needless to say, these
men came in for quite a bit of ribbing.
One of these people was Greg, a black man that I played
football with, both in high school and our college
careers. We were both from the same city, and we became
good friends, our friendship continuing into our
professional life.
Greg always got a lot of teasing about the size of his
cock, but he took it good naturedly, and would usually
respond by telling them that they were envious. In
addition he was quite good looking, and had no trouble
dating women in college, and mostly he dated white women.
Word got around about the size of his penis, and the
combination of being a football star, good looking, and
also with a large penis, almost had women lining up for a
date. I think being black also helped, as quite a few
white women were very interested, perhaps something about
the forbidden nature of dating across racial lines, and
the size of his appendage was certainly a plus.
I asked him once if the women he dated had any trouble
taking a cock that size. He laughed and said that quite
often that was the case. He said some complained that
they couldn't take it, and yelled a lot, but he always
got it into them. It just took a little longer to stretch
them out.
Occasionally one of the women would start struggling and
sobbing, but they were wet by that time, and he just held
them firmly by their hips and kept pushing till their
muscles gave way and they were penetrated. I was jealous
of the ease he had of getting dates, and certainly
jealous of the amount of sex that he got with very little
effort. However, some women that had trouble with his
size did not come back for seconds.
After college we both found jobs in the same city, and we
continued our friendship. It wasn't long after we got
jobs that we were married, and we went to each other's
wedding. Greg married Sandy, a very beautiful black
women, a standout beauty, lighter in color than Greg. I
was also fortunate in marrying lovely women whom I met in
collage.
Gail was a tall dark-haired woman, with medium sized firm
lovely breasts below wide shoulders, and with a tapered
waist swelling to lovely rounded hips and ass. All of
this above a set of beautiful long legs; a classic
beauty. She had several modeling jobs, but this was a
sideline, as she worked as a lawyer in a local law firm.
Several men had tried to hit on her at different times,
but even though she was flattered she always resisted
their advances.
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We socialized some with Greg and Sandy, frequently going
to events together, or just having dinner, either at one
of our places, or at a restaurant. Also Greg and I played
a lot of tennis. I had played for years and was a very
competent player, whereas Greg was just a beginner, but
he brought a lot of enthusiasm to the game, and was
anxious to learn. Being a natural athlete, and taking
tennis lessons he progressed rapidly, so I didn't mind
playing with him, and it wasn't long before I had to
expend some effort to win our games.
I noticed that at times my wife was flustered when Greg
was around, and sometimes she blushed when she found Greg
looking at her. A couple of times I mentioned to her that
Greg had a very large cock, and I said that I didn't know
how his wife is able to take him on a regular basis.
However we knew that he played around. I said, "I can
understand why he is able to seduce other women as he is
very good looking."
Then I asked her if she had any fantasies about Greg. She
denied it but she blushed, and I suspected that she did
think about him in a sexual way. She said "Yu know, I
have always been faithful to you." And then candidly, "I
do find him attractive, but he and his wife are good
friends, so that's the way it will stay and I don't want
to change that."
A couple of weeks later my wife and Sandy had lunch
together. Gail said that they began talking about their
spouses, and Sandy stated that she knew her husband
played around with other women, but she didn't appear
concerned about it, and I asked her why she tolerated it.
She said, "You know, Greg has a very large cock, and when
he's doing it to me all the time I get very sore, so I'm
glad to get a rest now and then, but I also love the guy,
and he is a good provider, so I overlook his
philandering. You know he only seduces white women,
mostly married white women. I think he likes to get back
at whites for the way they treated blacks in the past.
I'm sure when he gets that cock into them, they are
stretched out pretty good, and their husbands suffer in
comparison."
That night Gail related their conversation to me. I was
surprised that she tolerated his infidelities, but it was
none of my business, and I said this to my wife.
"I know you have fantasies, but I don't want you acting
on them. I know he is good-looking, black and with a
large prick, but don't get any ideas. He must bring out
something primitive in white women, maybe to sample the
forbidden, or the sheer naughtiness of being taken by a
black man, perhaps fantasies of being taken forcefully,
and made to submit to one."
Greg did have an overwhelming aura about him, a sexuality
that was apparent to women, and appealing.
With all this talk about Greg and sexuality, I found
myself inexplicably aroused. I never told my wife that I
had sexual fantasies about her having sex with another
man, but there were times in the past when I had thought
about it, and now I thought about it even more, thinking
about Greg getting it on with my wife, thinking about
Greg seducing her.
Even though I knew that this should not happen, the image
of them together would intrude into my mind at times. But
it would hurt our long relationship, our friendship. But
this did not stop the thoughts of Greg fucking my wife.
Sometimes, when my wife and I were making love, I would
fantasize that Greg was doing it to her, and I would get
very hard and soon would come in her.
Frequently after playing tennis we would stop either at
my place or Greg's for a few drinks. At one of these
times I mentioned that women just seemed drawn to him,
and I said that even my wife was attracted to him, and
got kind of fluttery when he was around.
"I know that you haven't tried to seduce her, but if you
did I know she would not succumb to you. She has always
been faithful to me." Then Greg was smiling at me and
said, "How do you know she would be faithful to you?
Would you like me to give her a try, just to be sure she
would remain virtuous?"
I said, "No, I don't want you to come onto her."
But he had planted a seed in my mind, and I found it hard
to shake the thought of them making love, the thought of
his cock inside her. Much as I wanted to, I could not
prevent the image of her being penetrated by his huge
cock.
I have noticed that women who have very good legs tend to
show them off by wearing short skirts, and my wife did
just that. Her skirts were usually above the knee,
revealing her very attractive legs. She got lots of looks
from men and I did not mind this, as I was proud to be
the husband of such an attractive women, and she
invariably wore skirts rather that slacks.
But there was a down side to this, for sometimes when
Greg was over, and she was sitting opposite him,
occasionally her thighs would separate as she leaned to
get something, or as she was getting up or sitting down.
I knew at these times that Greg had a good view of her
stocking-clad thighs, and her naked thighs above her
stocking tops, and I suspected that he had an occasional
view of her nylon panties.
A couple of times I saw Greg catching a quick view up her
skirts He did not seem to mind that I had caught him, and
just smiled. I warned my wife about this and asked her to
be more careful, especially with Greg. However, she liked
the attention she received, even though I was sure that
she never would allow him to make love to her, or any
other man who admired her.
We played tennis quite often, and after our games we
would stop at his place or mine for a couple of drinks
Usually by the time my wife got home from work we would
say good-bye. But occasionally, my wife would be gone and
we would eat at his place, and if his wife was gone on
our tennis day, Greg would eat at our place. Other times
we would do things as couples.
On one of these days when Sandy was out of town on
business, and we had played tennis, I invited him to
dinner, and he accepted. This day we had a good match,
and this time he finally won, and he was quite pleased.
He said as a reward I should let him service my wife.
"Sure, and then when you lose, I should service your
wife. Just forget it."
I had called my wife and told her that Greg would have
dinner with us, so we showered at my place and got into
some slacks, and then opened a beer. By the time she
arrived home from work we had polished off about three
beers, and I fixed a couple of drinks for my wife. She
was still in her business clothes, a jacket, blouse and
skirt.
Soon we were all feeling relaxed so we fixed dinner, and
we had our dinner with a couple of bottles of wine which
Greg supplied. My wife did not bother to change, just
taking off her jacket. She looked very attractive in her
sheer white nylon blouse and her tailored gray skirt, and
showing the usual amount of nylon clad legs. By the time
dinner was over and we had a *******, we were feeling no
pain.
While my wife was doing dishes, Greg and I were in the
large family room finishing our after dinner drinks. Then
he said, "Why don't you arrange for Gail to be alone with
me?"
I said, "Even if I wanted to, which I don't, how would we
do that?"
He replied, "You could go up to bed and kind of fall
asleep. I know she finds you attractive, and even though
she had a few drinks you would not get anywhere, even if
I arranged for you to be alone with her."
Then he challenged me; "If you have the courage of your
convictions you won't worry about your wife being seduced
by me."
Well that got me thinking. If Gail was alone with him
would she be able to resist his advances?
Should I even give him an opportunity? I thought if she
was not resisting his advances I could intervene at any
point. I had mixed emotions; could I deal with it if my
wife was succumbing to him? Greg, looking at me smugly,
"Maybe you don't want to know, maybe you don't trust her.
Maybe you're afraid that I might be successful."
Finally I said, "Alright, I know my wife, even if she is
aroused she won't let you seduce her, and remember you
are not to ******* her, or I will intervene."
Greg said he had never ****** a women to have sex with
him.
My wife joined us for a ******* when the dishes were done,
and without saying anything, I slipped up to our bedroom
and quickly undressed and got into bed. It wasn't long
before she came up to check on me, and I pretended to be
asleep. She pulled at my shoulder, but I did not respond,
so she went back downstairs to join Greg. I moved to the
stairway and heard her say to him "He's asleep - I
couldn't wake him; I think he's out for the night."
Then it was quiet for a while so I moved downstairs to
the darkened hallway and positioned myself so I could see
them in our large family room. If I hadn't had several
drinks, I would not take this chance, letting them be
alone together. I'm sure Greg knew that I was near.
Finally he made his move while he was standing,
supposedly getting ready to leave. He pulled my wife into
his arms, and kissed her. Her eyes opened wide in shock,
and she said, "Don't, don't do this!"
But he ignored her protests and held her in another kiss,
holding her longer.
Breaking the kiss she said, "Stop this! I can't do this
with you."
He said, "I know you like me, and you like the attention;
you get blush when I look at you."
My wife said, "Yes, I am attracted to you, but I can't
let you make love to me." Even now my wife was flushed,
but I thought his attempt on her was over.
I was wrong! Greg pulled her into his arms, kissing her
again, holding her longer, and now he unbuttoned her
skirt and pulled the zipper down, pushing on her skirt
until it fell to her ankles. She protested again, but her
protests fell on deaf ears as he now undid her blouse and
pulled it free.
She said, "Please Greg, don't do any more; I can't give
myself to you." She was standing in her peach colored
bra, and matching sheer lacy slip, as he was holding and
caressing her. In spite of her protests she was
responding to him, her eyes wide, her face flushed,
trembling in his arms.
She stood, almost as if paralyzed, as he unsnapped her
bra, pulling it off her shoulders, her beautiful firm
breasts exposed, my wife gasping as he continued working
on her, kissing and caressing her, now stroking her
breasts, the nipples hardening to his touch. She pleaded
with him, but she appeared helpless, and he was
relentless, pushing her slip down until it joined her
skirt at her ankles.
She was trembling, and she was clearly very aroused,
responding to him, as step by step he was expertly
seducing her. I still believed that she wouldn't let him
go all the way, but I was beginning to worry. She was
resisting, but it appeared to be a token resistance,
which he was steadily and relentlessly overcoming. I
found myself aroused by this erotic scene, and I did not
know what to do-to intervene now, or see if this was
going further.
Then Greg lifted her free of her skirt and slip and laid
her down on the huge sofa, pulling off her shoes. She was
feebly attempting to prevent him from going further,
saying, "You have to stop, I can't do this to my husband.
I've always been faithful to him."
She was flushed, trembling, and breathing rapidly He
gripped the legs of her panties and started pulling them
down, but my wife was holding the waistband and saying,
"Please don't take my panties down! Please don't!"
But he continued pulling on them until she lost her grip,
and he pulled them from under her hips and ass, down her
stocking clad thighs to her ankles and then off, my wife
gasping as he relieved her of her panties.
She lay there wide-eyed, naked except for her garter belt
and sheer stockings, looking incredibly erotic. She
feebly attempted to raise up, but he held her and
continued his caresses. She couldn't help herself,
couldn't prevent her arousal, and pleading with him did
not stop him from relentlessly seducing her. I could see
her losing control as he stroked her, my wife gasping
when he pushed her thighs open, gasping again when his
fingers found her cunt, stroking her there.
When he spread her thighs even more, I realized that she
was surrendering to him, that she lost any will to
resist. She began whimpering and moaning as he moved his
tongue on her nipples, and stroked into her red and
moistening cunt, the lips gaping slightly. There were
tears on her face as she realized that she was helpless,
and that she was going to submit to him.
He continued his stroking and caresses till she was
moaning with her arousal, and I realized that she was
going to be fucked, that she had no will to resist, that
she was surrendering to him. He realized this also, and
at that moment he quickly stripped.
When his shorts came down we were looking at a very large
and very hard cock. When she saw his cock she gasped, and
said " oh no, oh my God, I can't take that!" But I knew
she was going to, and Greg knew it also. She had closed
her thighs, but she was helpless and he easily spread
them again, and then mounted her, covering her, directing
his extremely hard cock against the moist open lips of
her cunt, moving his cock against her cunt, wetting the
large purple head.
He started slowly pushing into her, the lips of her cunt
beginning to stretch as he began his entry, my wife
groaning at the insistent pressure, spreading her legs
more and raising her knees to ease this pressure, making
his entry easier. He began to push more strongly, and my
wife cried out as he entered her, her cunt tightly
stretched around his thick cock.
Now his cock began invading her as he slowly pushed
deeper into her, my wife groaning continuously, her
thighs fully open. Moving back and forth, wetting his
cock, he finally pushed fully into her, my wife giving a
hoarse cry as he impaled her on his cock. It was far too
late to stop this now, since I was incredibly aroused,
and was also helpless.
Even though I thought she wouldn't be seduced by this
stud, somewhere in my mind, I knew that I was going to
see this stud service her, and watch her being thoroughly
fucked.
He held his cock fully into her until she got until she
got used to his size, and he began to fuck her with slow
deep strokes, gradually increasing his thrusting till my
wife was moaning, her legs lifting up, her body jerking
with each thrust.
I was watching that thick cock moving in and out of her
cunt, and then she folded her stocking clad legs over
his, suddenly crying out and clutching him, her body
shaking as she came. He held her till her spasms
subsided, and then began moving in her again, taking a
long time with her, enjoying his conquest, and her
submission, and he enjoyed making her come
He began thrusting into her more powerfully, punishing
her with his cock, and soon she was responding again, and
then her body stiffened as another orgasm was full upon
her, and she cried out, her body in spasm. At this moment
Greg groaned and thrust fully into her, pulling her hips
and ass tightly against him as he came in her, holding
her until he emptied his cock, draining his cock in her.
Suddenly I thought about a condom, but it was too late
now, her cunt full of his semen, her legs around his
thighs.
Finally he moved off and she lay there, her legs spread,
her cunt gaping widely, Watching this stud servicing my
wife I almost came myself, incredibly aroused by this
erotic scene, almost forgetting that it was my wife that
got so thoroughly fucked.
I know I would have come if I touched myself. Now my wife
was crying softly, tears running down her cheeks, tears
of regret that she had surrendered her body to this stud,
that she had lost control and was helpless to prevent his
invasion. She had never been fucked so deeply, or
responded with total lack of control, and I knew that she
never came like the did with him. He was smiling now
after his conquest, and knowing that I had witnessed her
seduction, and seen how she responded.
She was still sobbing softly as she closed her legs, and
then slowly began dressing. Then she said, "This isn't
going to happen again; and it would not have happened if
I hadn't had those drinks!"
I hurried upstairs and got into bed. I heard Greg
leaving, and she did not come to bed immediately; so I
assumed that she was cleaning up, but when she did come
up and begin to undress, I pretended to wake up and said,
"It's late - did Greg just go?"
And she nodded yes.
"He stayed very late, did he try anything with you?"
She said, "No, we just talked."
I told her, "I woke up when I heard a noise downstairs,
so I got up and came down to check, and the noise I heard
was Greg seducing you. I saw what happened!"
She started to cry and said, "I'm so sorry, I thought I
could stop him, but I got carried away, and I couldn't
help myself. Looking at me she continued, "How much did
you see?"
"Everything."
"Then why didn't you stop him?"
" I wanted to see what would happen, if he would try to
seduce you, and if so, how far would you let him go."
"When you saw he was going to fuck me, why didn't you
stop him then?"
"I got excited; I got carried away also when I saw what
was happening, and I thought I would stop him before he
put his cock into you. But it was so erotic, and I did
not think he could get that huge cock into you. But he
did, and then it was too late, and I had to watch till it
was over."
Then she got angry and said, "You set me up, and then you
watched your own wife getting seduced by him, and you got
a thrill out of watching him strip off my clothes and
then fuck me. Your own wife. I don't believe this!"
I told her I was sorry, that I didn't think it would go
that far.
She was still angry and said, "You enjoyed watching your
own wife get fucked-you stood there and watched and you
didn't do anything. If you enjoyed it so much, maybe I
should do it again."
I told her that she had very much enjoyed getting
serviced by that stud, enjoyed getting thoroughly fucked.
She said she couldn't help herself, but we were not going
to ******* and do this scene again.
I was still thinking about what happened, and I was
getting hard again, and she reached over and felt me,
felt my arousal. She said " come on, you might as well be
second."
Then I mounted her. She was very loose but still I came
quickly.
"He stretched me out pretty good, didn't he? I never
thought I would stretch that much. Maybe we both realized
our fantasy. You know I found him exciting --what women
wouldn't, but I did not know that you would get aroused
watching Greg fucking me. God! I wonder if Sandy will
know what happened?"
I thought that would be the end of it, but a few days
later when I got home Gail was tearful. I sensed what
happened, and then the story unfolded. Greg had come over
in the afternoon, and when my wife let him in, he just
picked her up in his arms and carried her into the
bedroom.
She protested, but he ignored her protests, and when she
tried to fend him off he would push her arms to her
sides. Finally she just stood there, wide-eyed, as he
began undressing her. He methodically removed her dress,
her bra, her slip and panties till she stood naked and
helpless before him. He stood there smiling at her, then
stripped till he was also naked, his cock standing
straight out.
Then he pushed her down on the bed and easily spread her
legs, and knelt between her thighs. She was so aroused
and wet, being taken this way, taken like a whore. Again
he began stretching her as he pushed into her cunt,
stretching her till his entry was painful, and she was
crying out as she was penetrated deeply.
Once more he fucked her powerfully and thoroughly till
she was crying out as she came, coming even more strongly
as she felt the head of his cock begin to swell, and to
pulsate deeply into her body as she was fully impaled. He
held her firmly till he had emptied himself into her, his
semen flooding her. She lay there conquered, naked and
spread-eagled on our bed, their moistures seeping from
her. Smiling at her, he dressed and left.
I was both aroused and angry at what had transpired. I
didn't know what to do. Should I tell his wife? We talked
about what to do. She said she was powerless, incapable
of stopping him. I wondered if he would take her again.
I got the answer to that one-week later. He had come over
in the morning and the same thing happened. She had been
unable to stop him from taking her again, and he had
taken her roughly. She had been humiliated by him--he
made her raise her dress and slip till her panties were
exposed, and then turn slowly around, treating her like a
common whore.
He had fucked her on her back, and when he recovered he
put her on her hands and knees, her face pressed to the
bed, and taken her again. He said this is how white men
treated their black slaves-treating them like animals,
and making them pregnant.
I told her if this happens again we are going to talk to
his wife. She can stop him. My wife said we have to do
something. She said she had never been so helpless. "This
is the end; I am not going to give into him again."
Five days later, she was going downtown to a luncheon
with three women friends. A short time before they
arrived, and my wife had just finished dressing, Greg
arrived, walked in and came upstairs to our bedroom. She
was angry and told him to leave as her friends were
coming soon to pick her up. He told her that they better
hurry as he was going to fuck her before she left.
She said absolutely not! Just then the women drove up and
she said she was going. Greg told her if she didn't fuck
him he was going to walk out with her to the car, and
what would her friends think then? Her pleading fell on
deaf ears. He said open the window and tell them that she
had an important telephone call and would be a few
minutes. She realized she had no choice; she couldn't let
them see this black man; so she did she was told.
He took her to the bed and put her on her hands and
knees, pushing her head to the bed. He pulled up her
dress and slip till they were hanging from her waist, and
pulled her lacy sheer panties to her knees, then spread
her thighs apart. She was whimpering, knowing resisting
was futile, tearful as he dropped his trousers and
underwear, approaching her with his rigid cock.
To her distress she was becoming wet, but did as he said,
keeping her thighs apart so it would be over soon. He
wasn't gentle, wetting his cock against the wet lips of
her cunt and pressing strongly into her. She muffled her
cries in the bedspread as he ravaged her cunt, stretching
her again as he stroked powerfully into her. Her body
betrayed her again, and she climaxed as he held her hips,
pushing fully into her.
She felt him swell, his semen spurting and pulsing
against her cervix. Her humiliation was complete! He soon
withdrew from her, pulling up her panties to trap the
fluids. He wouldn't let her clean up, pushing her to the
door, sending her out to her waiting friends, who had
impatiently honked their horn.
Her friends noted her flushed appearance, but she told
them she was racing around getting ready. Even though she
kept her thighs pressed firmly together she felt the
juices soaking into her panties and slip. She hoped it
wouldn't stain her skirt. But by holding her thighs
together she still held a large amount of semen in her
cunt, and surely some had entered her uterus.
When we were home I heard the story. She was worried that
she might become pregnant, since no protection was used
during these couplings, and she thought Greg was trying
to make her pregnant. We called Sandy and said we had to
get together to talk, and she said to come over this
evening. I asked her if we could see her alone, without
Greg being there.
When we arrived and sat down we told Sandy the whole
story, and we asked that she stop him. Sandy laughed and
said, "I know all about it; Greg told me everything;
about how he seduced you, and each time he fucked you,
and with my encouragement. How did you feel with that
huge cock inside you? He said that once he stretched you
out, and started fucking you -- you really got into it. I
just wish I had been there, watching you underneath him,
watching him fill you with his semen."
"How could you do this? I thought we were friends."
"We did this with our other friends also, so you aren't
special. We planned your seduction together, we really
liked the challenge, and I get a thrill each time he
fucks a white women, especially a married one. It's black
peoples time now, and I hope he made you pregnant; it
won't be the first time that he fertilized a white
women."
We left angry, and she was sobbing. I said, "We're never
going to see them again! I just hope that you are not
pregnant."
We soon found out that she was, and over the next few
weeks, watching her abdomen swelling, I was remembering
the erotic scenes of this stud servicing my wife with his
huge cock, fucking her in a way that I never could.
By Hardy
I'm always amused when I read stories that involve black
men, and how all of them are so well endowed. I think
that the writers of these stories have not seen very many
black men naked, or they have a very vivid imagination.
Having been in college athletics for four years, I have
seen a large number of both white and black men naked,
and in my opinion there is essentially no difference in
penis size between white and black men.
However, there are some rare notable exceptions in both
white and black men. Over these years I have seen three
white men and two black men who, in there softened state,
had penises that were very impressive, both long and very
thick. But this was certainly not the norm in the many
people I had seen in the showers. Needless to say, these
men came in for quite a bit of ribbing.
One of these people was Greg, a black man that I played
football with, both in high school and our college
careers. We were both from the same city, and we became
good friends, our friendship continuing into our
professional life.
Greg always got a lot of teasing about the size of his
cock, but he took it good naturedly, and would usually
respond by telling them that they were envious. In
addition he was quite good looking, and had no trouble
dating women in college, and mostly he dated white women.
Word got around about the size of his penis, and the
combination of being a football star, good looking, and
also with a large penis, almost had women lining up for a
date. I think being black also helped, as quite a few
white women were very interested, perhaps something about
the forbidden nature of dating across racial lines, and
the size of his appendage was certainly a plus.
I asked him once if the women he dated had any trouble
taking a cock that size. He laughed and said that quite
often that was the case. He said some complained that
they couldn't take it, and yelled a lot, but he always
got it into them. It just took a little longer to stretch
them out.
Occasionally one of the women would start struggling and
sobbing, but they were wet by that time, and he just held
them firmly by their hips and kept pushing till their
muscles gave way and they were penetrated. I was jealous
of the ease he had of getting dates, and certainly
jealous of the amount of sex that he got with very little
effort. However, some women that had trouble with his
size did not come back for seconds.
After college we both found jobs in the same city, and we
continued our friendship. It wasn't long after we got
jobs that we were married, and we went to each other's
wedding. Greg married Sandy, a very beautiful black
women, a standout beauty, lighter in color than Greg. I
was also fortunate in marrying lovely women whom I met in
collage.
Gail was a tall dark-haired woman, with medium sized firm
lovely breasts below wide shoulders, and with a tapered
waist swelling to lovely rounded hips and ass. All of
this above a set of beautiful long legs; a classic
beauty. She had several modeling jobs, but this was a
sideline, as she worked as a lawyer in a local law firm.
Several men had tried to hit on her at different times,
but even though she was flattered she always resisted
their advances.
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We socialized some with Greg and Sandy, frequently going
to events together, or just having dinner, either at one
of our places, or at a restaurant. Also Greg and I played
a lot of tennis. I had played for years and was a very
competent player, whereas Greg was just a beginner, but
he brought a lot of enthusiasm to the game, and was
anxious to learn. Being a natural athlete, and taking
tennis lessons he progressed rapidly, so I didn't mind
playing with him, and it wasn't long before I had to
expend some effort to win our games.
I noticed that at times my wife was flustered when Greg
was around, and sometimes she blushed when she found Greg
looking at her. A couple of times I mentioned to her that
Greg had a very large cock, and I said that I didn't know
how his wife is able to take him on a regular basis.
However we knew that he played around. I said, "I can
understand why he is able to seduce other women as he is
very good looking."
Then I asked her if she had any fantasies about Greg. She
denied it but she blushed, and I suspected that she did
think about him in a sexual way. She said "Yu know, I
have always been faithful to you." And then candidly, "I
do find him attractive, but he and his wife are good
friends, so that's the way it will stay and I don't want
to change that."
A couple of weeks later my wife and Sandy had lunch
together. Gail said that they began talking about their
spouses, and Sandy stated that she knew her husband
played around with other women, but she didn't appear
concerned about it, and I asked her why she tolerated it.
She said, "You know, Greg has a very large cock, and when
he's doing it to me all the time I get very sore, so I'm
glad to get a rest now and then, but I also love the guy,
and he is a good provider, so I overlook his
philandering. You know he only seduces white women,
mostly married white women. I think he likes to get back
at whites for the way they treated blacks in the past.
I'm sure when he gets that cock into them, they are
stretched out pretty good, and their husbands suffer in
comparison."
That night Gail related their conversation to me. I was
surprised that she tolerated his infidelities, but it was
none of my business, and I said this to my wife.
"I know you have fantasies, but I don't want you acting
on them. I know he is good-looking, black and with a
large prick, but don't get any ideas. He must bring out
something primitive in white women, maybe to sample the
forbidden, or the sheer naughtiness of being taken by a
black man, perhaps fantasies of being taken forcefully,
and made to submit to one."
Greg did have an overwhelming aura about him, a sexuality
that was apparent to women, and appealing.
With all this talk about Greg and sexuality, I found
myself inexplicably aroused. I never told my wife that I
had sexual fantasies about her having sex with another
man, but there were times in the past when I had thought
about it, and now I thought about it even more, thinking
about Greg getting it on with my wife, thinking about
Greg seducing her.
Even though I knew that this should not happen, the image
of them together would intrude into my mind at times. But
it would hurt our long relationship, our friendship. But
this did not stop the thoughts of Greg fucking my wife.
Sometimes, when my wife and I were making love, I would
fantasize that Greg was doing it to her, and I would get
very hard and soon would come in her.
Frequently after playing tennis we would stop either at
my place or Greg's for a few drinks. At one of these
times I mentioned that women just seemed drawn to him,
and I said that even my wife was attracted to him, and
got kind of fluttery when he was around.
"I know that you haven't tried to seduce her, but if you
did I know she would not succumb to you. She has always
been faithful to me." Then Greg was smiling at me and
said, "How do you know she would be faithful to you?
Would you like me to give her a try, just to be sure she
would remain virtuous?"
I said, "No, I don't want you to come onto her."
But he had planted a seed in my mind, and I found it hard
to shake the thought of them making love, the thought of
his cock inside her. Much as I wanted to, I could not
prevent the image of her being penetrated by his huge
cock.
I have noticed that women who have very good legs tend to
show them off by wearing short skirts, and my wife did
just that. Her skirts were usually above the knee,
revealing her very attractive legs. She got lots of looks
from men and I did not mind this, as I was proud to be
the husband of such an attractive women, and she
invariably wore skirts rather that slacks.
But there was a down side to this, for sometimes when
Greg was over, and she was sitting opposite him,
occasionally her thighs would separate as she leaned to
get something, or as she was getting up or sitting down.
I knew at these times that Greg had a good view of her
stocking-clad thighs, and her naked thighs above her
stocking tops, and I suspected that he had an occasional
view of her nylon panties.
A couple of times I saw Greg catching a quick view up her
skirts He did not seem to mind that I had caught him, and
just smiled. I warned my wife about this and asked her to
be more careful, especially with Greg. However, she liked
the attention she received, even though I was sure that
she never would allow him to make love to her, or any
other man who admired her.
We played tennis quite often, and after our games we
would stop at his place or mine for a couple of drinks
Usually by the time my wife got home from work we would
say good-bye. But occasionally, my wife would be gone and
we would eat at his place, and if his wife was gone on
our tennis day, Greg would eat at our place. Other times
we would do things as couples.
On one of these days when Sandy was out of town on
business, and we had played tennis, I invited him to
dinner, and he accepted. This day we had a good match,
and this time he finally won, and he was quite pleased.
He said as a reward I should let him service my wife.
"Sure, and then when you lose, I should service your
wife. Just forget it."
I had called my wife and told her that Greg would have
dinner with us, so we showered at my place and got into
some slacks, and then opened a beer. By the time she
arrived home from work we had polished off about three
beers, and I fixed a couple of drinks for my wife. She
was still in her business clothes, a jacket, blouse and
skirt.
Soon we were all feeling relaxed so we fixed dinner, and
we had our dinner with a couple of bottles of wine which
Greg supplied. My wife did not bother to change, just
taking off her jacket. She looked very attractive in her
sheer white nylon blouse and her tailored gray skirt, and
showing the usual amount of nylon clad legs. By the time
dinner was over and we had a *******, we were feeling no
pain.
While my wife was doing dishes, Greg and I were in the
large family room finishing our after dinner drinks. Then
he said, "Why don't you arrange for Gail to be alone with
me?"
I said, "Even if I wanted to, which I don't, how would we
do that?"
He replied, "You could go up to bed and kind of fall
asleep. I know she finds you attractive, and even though
she had a few drinks you would not get anywhere, even if
I arranged for you to be alone with her."
Then he challenged me; "If you have the courage of your
convictions you won't worry about your wife being seduced
by me."
Well that got me thinking. If Gail was alone with him
would she be able to resist his advances?
Should I even give him an opportunity? I thought if she
was not resisting his advances I could intervene at any
point. I had mixed emotions; could I deal with it if my
wife was succumbing to him? Greg, looking at me smugly,
"Maybe you don't want to know, maybe you don't trust her.
Maybe you're afraid that I might be successful."
Finally I said, "Alright, I know my wife, even if she is
aroused she won't let you seduce her, and remember you
are not to ******* her, or I will intervene."
Greg said he had never ****** a women to have sex with
him.
My wife joined us for a ******* when the dishes were done,
and without saying anything, I slipped up to our bedroom
and quickly undressed and got into bed. It wasn't long
before she came up to check on me, and I pretended to be
asleep. She pulled at my shoulder, but I did not respond,
so she went back downstairs to join Greg. I moved to the
stairway and heard her say to him "He's asleep - I
couldn't wake him; I think he's out for the night."
Then it was quiet for a while so I moved downstairs to
the darkened hallway and positioned myself so I could see
them in our large family room. If I hadn't had several
drinks, I would not take this chance, letting them be
alone together. I'm sure Greg knew that I was near.
Finally he made his move while he was standing,
supposedly getting ready to leave. He pulled my wife into
his arms, and kissed her. Her eyes opened wide in shock,
and she said, "Don't, don't do this!"
But he ignored her protests and held her in another kiss,
holding her longer.
Breaking the kiss she said, "Stop this! I can't do this
with you."
He said, "I know you like me, and you like the attention;
you get blush when I look at you."
My wife said, "Yes, I am attracted to you, but I can't
let you make love to me." Even now my wife was flushed,
but I thought his attempt on her was over.
I was wrong! Greg pulled her into his arms, kissing her
again, holding her longer, and now he unbuttoned her
skirt and pulled the zipper down, pushing on her skirt
until it fell to her ankles. She protested again, but her
protests fell on deaf ears as he now undid her blouse and
pulled it free.
She said, "Please Greg, don't do any more; I can't give
myself to you." She was standing in her peach colored
bra, and matching sheer lacy slip, as he was holding and
caressing her. In spite of her protests she was
responding to him, her eyes wide, her face flushed,
trembling in his arms.
She stood, almost as if paralyzed, as he unsnapped her
bra, pulling it off her shoulders, her beautiful firm
breasts exposed, my wife gasping as he continued working
on her, kissing and caressing her, now stroking her
breasts, the nipples hardening to his touch. She pleaded
with him, but she appeared helpless, and he was
relentless, pushing her slip down until it joined her
skirt at her ankles.
She was trembling, and she was clearly very aroused,
responding to him, as step by step he was expertly
seducing her. I still believed that she wouldn't let him
go all the way, but I was beginning to worry. She was
resisting, but it appeared to be a token resistance,
which he was steadily and relentlessly overcoming. I
found myself aroused by this erotic scene, and I did not
know what to do-to intervene now, or see if this was
going further.
Then Greg lifted her free of her skirt and slip and laid
her down on the huge sofa, pulling off her shoes. She was
feebly attempting to prevent him from going further,
saying, "You have to stop, I can't do this to my husband.
I've always been faithful to him."
She was flushed, trembling, and breathing rapidly He
gripped the legs of her panties and started pulling them
down, but my wife was holding the waistband and saying,
"Please don't take my panties down! Please don't!"
But he continued pulling on them until she lost her grip,
and he pulled them from under her hips and ass, down her
stocking clad thighs to her ankles and then off, my wife
gasping as he relieved her of her panties.
She lay there wide-eyed, naked except for her garter belt
and sheer stockings, looking incredibly erotic. She
feebly attempted to raise up, but he held her and
continued his caresses. She couldn't help herself,
couldn't prevent her arousal, and pleading with him did
not stop him from relentlessly seducing her. I could see
her losing control as he stroked her, my wife gasping
when he pushed her thighs open, gasping again when his
fingers found her cunt, stroking her there.
When he spread her thighs even more, I realized that she
was surrendering to him, that she lost any will to
resist. She began whimpering and moaning as he moved his
tongue on her nipples, and stroked into her red and
moistening cunt, the lips gaping slightly. There were
tears on her face as she realized that she was helpless,
and that she was going to submit to him.
He continued his stroking and caresses till she was
moaning with her arousal, and I realized that she was
going to be fucked, that she had no will to resist, that
she was surrendering to him. He realized this also, and
at that moment he quickly stripped.
When his shorts came down we were looking at a very large
and very hard cock. When she saw his cock she gasped, and
said " oh no, oh my God, I can't take that!" But I knew
she was going to, and Greg knew it also. She had closed
her thighs, but she was helpless and he easily spread
them again, and then mounted her, covering her, directing
his extremely hard cock against the moist open lips of
her cunt, moving his cock against her cunt, wetting the
large purple head.
He started slowly pushing into her, the lips of her cunt
beginning to stretch as he began his entry, my wife
groaning at the insistent pressure, spreading her legs
more and raising her knees to ease this pressure, making
his entry easier. He began to push more strongly, and my
wife cried out as he entered her, her cunt tightly
stretched around his thick cock.
Now his cock began invading her as he slowly pushed
deeper into her, my wife groaning continuously, her
thighs fully open. Moving back and forth, wetting his
cock, he finally pushed fully into her, my wife giving a
hoarse cry as he impaled her on his cock. It was far too
late to stop this now, since I was incredibly aroused,
and was also helpless.
Even though I thought she wouldn't be seduced by this
stud, somewhere in my mind, I knew that I was going to
see this stud service her, and watch her being thoroughly
fucked.
He held his cock fully into her until she got until she
got used to his size, and he began to fuck her with slow
deep strokes, gradually increasing his thrusting till my
wife was moaning, her legs lifting up, her body jerking
with each thrust.
I was watching that thick cock moving in and out of her
cunt, and then she folded her stocking clad legs over
his, suddenly crying out and clutching him, her body
shaking as she came. He held her till her spasms
subsided, and then began moving in her again, taking a
long time with her, enjoying his conquest, and her
submission, and he enjoyed making her come
He began thrusting into her more powerfully, punishing
her with his cock, and soon she was responding again, and
then her body stiffened as another orgasm was full upon
her, and she cried out, her body in spasm. At this moment
Greg groaned and thrust fully into her, pulling her hips
and ass tightly against him as he came in her, holding
her until he emptied his cock, draining his cock in her.
Suddenly I thought about a condom, but it was too late
now, her cunt full of his semen, her legs around his
thighs.
Finally he moved off and she lay there, her legs spread,
her cunt gaping widely, Watching this stud servicing my
wife I almost came myself, incredibly aroused by this
erotic scene, almost forgetting that it was my wife that
got so thoroughly fucked.
I know I would have come if I touched myself. Now my wife
was crying softly, tears running down her cheeks, tears
of regret that she had surrendered her body to this stud,
that she had lost control and was helpless to prevent his
invasion. She had never been fucked so deeply, or
responded with total lack of control, and I knew that she
never came like the did with him. He was smiling now
after his conquest, and knowing that I had witnessed her
seduction, and seen how she responded.
She was still sobbing softly as she closed her legs, and
then slowly began dressing. Then she said, "This isn't
going to happen again; and it would not have happened if
I hadn't had those drinks!"
I hurried upstairs and got into bed. I heard Greg
leaving, and she did not come to bed immediately; so I
assumed that she was cleaning up, but when she did come
up and begin to undress, I pretended to wake up and said,
"It's late - did Greg just go?"
And she nodded yes.
"He stayed very late, did he try anything with you?"
She said, "No, we just talked."
I told her, "I woke up when I heard a noise downstairs,
so I got up and came down to check, and the noise I heard
was Greg seducing you. I saw what happened!"
She started to cry and said, "I'm so sorry, I thought I
could stop him, but I got carried away, and I couldn't
help myself. Looking at me she continued, "How much did
you see?"
"Everything."
"Then why didn't you stop him?"
" I wanted to see what would happen, if he would try to
seduce you, and if so, how far would you let him go."
"When you saw he was going to fuck me, why didn't you
stop him then?"
"I got excited; I got carried away also when I saw what
was happening, and I thought I would stop him before he
put his cock into you. But it was so erotic, and I did
not think he could get that huge cock into you. But he
did, and then it was too late, and I had to watch till it
was over."
Then she got angry and said, "You set me up, and then you
watched your own wife getting seduced by him, and you got
a thrill out of watching him strip off my clothes and
then fuck me. Your own wife. I don't believe this!"
I told her I was sorry, that I didn't think it would go
that far.
She was still angry and said, "You enjoyed watching your
own wife get fucked-you stood there and watched and you
didn't do anything. If you enjoyed it so much, maybe I
should do it again."
I told her that she had very much enjoyed getting
serviced by that stud, enjoyed getting thoroughly fucked.
She said she couldn't help herself, but we were not going
to ******* and do this scene again.
I was still thinking about what happened, and I was
getting hard again, and she reached over and felt me,
felt my arousal. She said " come on, you might as well be
second."
Then I mounted her. She was very loose but still I came
quickly.
"He stretched me out pretty good, didn't he? I never
thought I would stretch that much. Maybe we both realized
our fantasy. You know I found him exciting --what women
wouldn't, but I did not know that you would get aroused
watching Greg fucking me. God! I wonder if Sandy will
know what happened?"
I thought that would be the end of it, but a few days
later when I got home Gail was tearful. I sensed what
happened, and then the story unfolded. Greg had come over
in the afternoon, and when my wife let him in, he just
picked her up in his arms and carried her into the
bedroom.
She protested, but he ignored her protests, and when she
tried to fend him off he would push her arms to her
sides. Finally she just stood there, wide-eyed, as he
began undressing her. He methodically removed her dress,
her bra, her slip and panties till she stood naked and
helpless before him. He stood there smiling at her, then
stripped till he was also naked, his cock standing
straight out.
Then he pushed her down on the bed and easily spread her
legs, and knelt between her thighs. She was so aroused
and wet, being taken this way, taken like a whore. Again
he began stretching her as he pushed into her cunt,
stretching her till his entry was painful, and she was
crying out as she was penetrated deeply.
Once more he fucked her powerfully and thoroughly till
she was crying out as she came, coming even more strongly
as she felt the head of his cock begin to swell, and to
pulsate deeply into her body as she was fully impaled. He
held her firmly till he had emptied himself into her, his
semen flooding her. She lay there conquered, naked and
spread-eagled on our bed, their moistures seeping from
her. Smiling at her, he dressed and left.
I was both aroused and angry at what had transpired. I
didn't know what to do. Should I tell his wife? We talked
about what to do. She said she was powerless, incapable
of stopping him. I wondered if he would take her again.
I got the answer to that one-week later. He had come over
in the morning and the same thing happened. She had been
unable to stop him from taking her again, and he had
taken her roughly. She had been humiliated by him--he
made her raise her dress and slip till her panties were
exposed, and then turn slowly around, treating her like a
common whore.
He had fucked her on her back, and when he recovered he
put her on her hands and knees, her face pressed to the
bed, and taken her again. He said this is how white men
treated their black slaves-treating them like animals,
and making them pregnant.
I told her if this happens again we are going to talk to
his wife. She can stop him. My wife said we have to do
something. She said she had never been so helpless. "This
is the end; I am not going to give into him again."
Five days later, she was going downtown to a luncheon
with three women friends. A short time before they
arrived, and my wife had just finished dressing, Greg
arrived, walked in and came upstairs to our bedroom. She
was angry and told him to leave as her friends were
coming soon to pick her up. He told her that they better
hurry as he was going to fuck her before she left.
She said absolutely not! Just then the women drove up and
she said she was going. Greg told her if she didn't fuck
him he was going to walk out with her to the car, and
what would her friends think then? Her pleading fell on
deaf ears. He said open the window and tell them that she
had an important telephone call and would be a few
minutes. She realized she had no choice; she couldn't let
them see this black man; so she did she was told.
He took her to the bed and put her on her hands and
knees, pushing her head to the bed. He pulled up her
dress and slip till they were hanging from her waist, and
pulled her lacy sheer panties to her knees, then spread
her thighs apart. She was whimpering, knowing resisting
was futile, tearful as he dropped his trousers and
underwear, approaching her with his rigid cock.
To her distress she was becoming wet, but did as he said,
keeping her thighs apart so it would be over soon. He
wasn't gentle, wetting his cock against the wet lips of
her cunt and pressing strongly into her. She muffled her
cries in the bedspread as he ravaged her cunt, stretching
her again as he stroked powerfully into her. Her body
betrayed her again, and she climaxed as he held her hips,
pushing fully into her.
She felt him swell, his semen spurting and pulsing
against her cervix. Her humiliation was complete! He soon
withdrew from her, pulling up her panties to trap the
fluids. He wouldn't let her clean up, pushing her to the
door, sending her out to her waiting friends, who had
impatiently honked their horn.
Her friends noted her flushed appearance, but she told
them she was racing around getting ready. Even though she
kept her thighs pressed firmly together she felt the
juices soaking into her panties and slip. She hoped it
wouldn't stain her skirt. But by holding her thighs
together she still held a large amount of semen in her
cunt, and surely some had entered her uterus.
When we were home I heard the story. She was worried that
she might become pregnant, since no protection was used
during these couplings, and she thought Greg was trying
to make her pregnant. We called Sandy and said we had to
get together to talk, and she said to come over this
evening. I asked her if we could see her alone, without
Greg being there.
When we arrived and sat down we told Sandy the whole
story, and we asked that she stop him. Sandy laughed and
said, "I know all about it; Greg told me everything;
about how he seduced you, and each time he fucked you,
and with my encouragement. How did you feel with that
huge cock inside you? He said that once he stretched you
out, and started fucking you -- you really got into it. I
just wish I had been there, watching you underneath him,
watching him fill you with his semen."
"How could you do this? I thought we were friends."
"We did this with our other friends also, so you aren't
special. We planned your seduction together, we really
liked the challenge, and I get a thrill each time he
fucks a white women, especially a married one. It's black
peoples time now, and I hope he made you pregnant; it
won't be the first time that he fertilized a white
women."
We left angry, and she was sobbing. I said, "We're never
going to see them again! I just hope that you are not
pregnant."
We soon found out that she was, and over the next few
weeks, watching her abdomen swelling, I was remembering
the erotic scenes of this stud servicing my wife with his
huge cock, fucking her in a way that I never could.
