2 White Wives & 2 Black Men Ch. 05

Kwamaine: My butt was still sore as Kwamaine pulled me on top of him. He was ready to fuck me without any foreplay. Luckily, his slim, dark body and ample appendage ensured that I was thoroughly aroused before the sexual intercourse began. The way our bodies joined together was tantalizing, but I wasn't quite ready for the absence of an emotional connection. He sometimes became angry and irritable, as if he harbored disdain for me so easily succumbing to him. Being tethered to someone who despised you was a strangely erotic experience and not easily erased from memory!

Amar: I was absolutely thrilled that Amar chose me as he approached my mattress. He was young, gorgeous, with pitch-black skin and cornrows pulled into a man bun, standing six feet tall, and sporting a member that would make any man envious. I found myself questioning whether he fit my exact type! Scratch that, my updated preference--white guys need not apply! Haha, just teasing, babe! Due to his obvious talents, he became a favorite with the rest of the ladies, and it wasn't hard to see why. I was so focused on impressing him that I didn't reach an orgasm myself (close, but not quite), which was totally fine because the sex was exquisite. The most memorable part was when he fucked me in a spooning position. He fondled my small breasts and clitoris at the same time. It was so tender and erotic!

Dijon: Dijon was a light-skinned black guy on the bigger side, but his chubby belly wasn't too distracting. He had a handsome face, and I did find him attractive. Dijon was a gentle lover, taking his time to caress and massage the right areas and ensuring his partner was thoroughly pleased. His deep, raspy voice sent shivers down my spine. I'd never had a man who nailed the speed so perfectly; he knew how to move, and his thrusting was smooth and rhythmic. I had multiple O's as I rode his dick. Even though I preferred the black guys who had fit, athletic bodies, I'd say that being with Dijon was still a highly gratifying experience.

Denzel "Dez": This black dude was always the playful clown and had a flawlessly perfect body, especially if you prefer a little less decoration in the tattoo department. Dez was a keeper, maintaining this fabulous physique despite being the elder statesman in the room, never failing to delight the ladies. At 6'3" tall, he naturally displayed alpha male characteristics and didn't seem the least bit phased when I mentioned my husband. Let's just say I wasn't his first married woman! Being with him was pure bliss -- funny, lighthearted, and joyful. He relentlessly fucked me in the missionary position until my upper body dangled over the edge of the mattress, and it was during our intense sexual coupling that I experienced a delightful orgasm. Then he gently kissed my forehead as though we were familiar lovers. His talkative nature and witty jokes evoked feelings that, while not overwhelmingly deep, were undeniably there. Dez might be a tempting option if I were to ever consider leaving you! Haha, just kidding, you can rest assured that's not on the horizon!! Don't worry, hon!

Travis: Travis's striking appearance made him the kind of guy women find it hard to look away from. His hot black body and sexual presence with the ladies made him a welcome addition to the party. He told me he liked to spend time at the gym, and it indeed showed! Travis was a young, sweet guy with a disarming smile; his pearly whites sharply contrasted with his smooth black skin. I wasn't surprised when Travis and I ended up fucking. He had a clear preference for doggy-style sex. His thrusts were firm and precise. I came on his big dick!

Freaky N: Dark-eyed Freaky N seductively whispered in my ear, "I will show you Africa!" He was from the African country of Ghana and possessed a huge tool that took all the girls' breath away! With his fabulously dark physique and sexy, thick dreadlocks that cascaded down longer than Jacquie's own blonde locks (a striking contrast when the two of them were together), it was simple to see why he was such a favorite with all the girls in the bedroom! He was very sensual, and the sex was fun. But I must bring something up. Why do some black people have a funny smell? Freaky N had a more pungent scent than most; when I gave him a blowjob, his big cock tasted the same as his armpits smelled! For whatever reason, it didn't bother me very much; it tapped into some kind of primal urge. When it came time for sex, Freaky N was like a wild beast. He just pounded my pussy, and I could barely breathe. He was grunting and sweating, and his balls were slapping against me. I'm not sure when he came inside me because it was just so intense! He then started to go down on me, saying that it was my turn to climax. I sighed and told him that he had already made me cum!!

Big Caprice: Truth be told, I didn't find him that attractive -- he had a huge gut and was definitely on the heavy side. Plus, with a smooth-shaved head, Caprice had that big bully vibe written all over his fat fucking face. However, there was an inexplicably carnal attraction that hit me. My tired pussy gobbled up his huge nigger cock. But then, my excitement quickly dwindled. Once we started, he felt like a rough robot during sex, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he was just average in bed. As I lay on my back, this chunky black guy fucked me with one knee up while the other was down on the floor, leaving my body strangely off-center. It was kinda awkward and gross, and there was no way I was going to finish like this. I didn't want him to finish in my cunt. I wondered if he'd pull out and cum on my tits or my face. I asked, "Where do you want your cum?" That simple question was enough for him to bust a nut inside me.

Jeremiah "Jay": At just 18 years old, Jay exuded youthful confidence and swagger. I could see he was sensationally ripped and had a really big dick, whenever I caught glimpses of him with the other girls. However, I was no longer intimidated by a giant penis and was becoming more confident and skilled in the bedroom department. When it was my turn to fuck him, I switched it up until I deciphered the exact way he liked me to ride his black cock - rolling my hips fast and hard! I moved my pelvis with such power and ferocity that the force of my hips actually slid his body down the mattress right under me! This was at the same time he was shooting his load deep into my womb! With a great big smile, Jay loudly proclaimed that I "pulled dat skeet" right out of him!

Lil Joss: Hot, dark, and delicious, Lil Joss's sexual prowess certainly kept the ladies coming back for more. He was surprisingly good for a nineteen-year-old (I noticed the older guys were generally better in the sack). Fucking him was amazing, but I don't know quite how to describe it. He had his hands everywhere on my body all at once, and he kept turning me over and over and over again as he took me in every different position! It was so sexy I get horny just trying to write about it! Also, he was hot! With his badass box braids and youthful, soft skin, it suddenly popped into my head that I could be fucking this young black dude in his dorm room, assuming he had gone to college. This dirty thought really turned me on! His body was tireless and he could go on forever, giving me orgasm after orgasm, before filling my pussy and mouth with his creamy cum.

Damion: Decorated with an array of inkings and a head full of dreads, Damion boasted the perfect muscular physique. He devoured my body with his eyes and had me put on a red bra and thong set just so he could watch me take them off. Like many of the younger black guys, he immediately started to push me into the doggie position. I refused and lay down on my back, spreading my legs slightly to allow him access. I had to hold back a laugh as I said in a bratty voice, "No, you'll do me like this! Look at me, being so bossy!" Fortunately, Damion was equally enthusiastic to take me in the missionary position. He was a good fuck, even if there wasn't anything particularly unusual about the way he fucked me. After hours of sexual activity, I was pleasantly surprised that my vaginal passage still felt slick with all that slippery good stuff as my partner moved his black cock in and out. After having sex for so long, I must have gone dry down there, and I had to wonder how much of this wetness was due to the oil-based lube and how much was the jism from a dozen black guys! Yikes! Damion had fantastic stamina and made me cum so hard that my legs were still shaking for a long time afterward. Damion told me he was desperate to see me again and asked if I was going to keep fucking black guys. I admitted that I liked them and told him I was willing to keep doing this until the day they no longer wanted me!

So, in order, there was Dayvon, Romeo, Laquan, Maurice, Derreck, Kwamaine, Amar, Dijon, Denzel, Travis, Freaky N, Caprice, Jay, Lil Joss, and Damion. I correctly counted them all... yes, 15 in total.

As you're well aware, there's the myth about black guys having big dicks. Well, let me enlighten you about black guys, babe! I hope this will boost your confidence! Out of the 15 black guys I fucked in the pink bedroom that night, four of them had penises similar in size to yours--around 6 or 7 inches, right? The rest of them had much bigger dicks than you, but only a handful had truly massive cocks!

The key thing to remember is that bigger isn't necessarily better. Size didn't always correlate with increased pleasure (I learned that girth is the real game-changer for getting off, so in my opinion, the true advantage of a big dick). I experienced an orgasm with 8 of the 15 black men; five occurred during sex, five from cunnilingus, and one from being masterfully fingered. If these numbers aren't lining up, it's because four of these black gentlemen gave me an orgasm with their tongues and then made me cum on their dick.

Here are some more surprising aspects of the way black guys fuck. First, they are dominant and demanding. This shouldn't surprise you, but it did for me. Second, they like to be called nigger. I can't emphasize this enough. They really, really, really liked to be called nigger. They are obsessed with it. It makes them go crazy. And third, they have a lot of pride. They are proud of their black dicks. They have no shyness about fucking in front of each other and seem to really enjoy group sex! They frequently talked about "runnin' a train" or a "tip drill" (another slang term for it) as though it was just a routine occurrence for them. It was a full-on sexual marathon, and I couldn't fathom how they managed to do this all the time! Their ability to keep their dicks hard was very impressive!

PART 19: THE MORNING AFTER

"Rise and shine, buttercup!" DeShawn hollered at me as he woke me up. "Tomorrow is Martin Luther King Jr. Day! It's just one day left. You gotta give up your asshole to a black man to really celebrate!"

DeShawn? When did he get here? He wasn't at the party last night. I was still groggy as he handed me a McDonald's bag with a sausage McGriddle, hash browns, and a small coffee that was no longer warm. I had woken up on a mattress in a strange room, naked, between two black men. My brain felt like it had been soaked in beer and Jägermeister; the walls covered in girly posters seemed to dance in front of me, and for some reason, my nose felt very present on my face. Oh shit, that's right, I had snorted cocaine!! I remembered the rolled-up $10 bill and a chill black girl with an afro asking, "Feel any different yet, honey?"

The taste in my mouth was dreadful like my tongue had been coated with something foul and acrid. I peeled myself off the mattress and peered at the faces of the men I'd had sex with the night before. To my left was Big Caprice -- a hulking, predatory type of guy -- who I had never really liked much. To my right, DeShawn's goofy friend, Lavonte. He'd been with every girl at the orgy except me. What irked me the most was when I noticed him surreptitiously recording videos with his phone so many times that night.

The room came into focus slowly, and I could see the morning light coming in through the windows. I didn't understand what was happening at first. Jacquie was on her back, lying on top of a black guy's chest, with another black guy between her legs in front of her. Holy shit! She was having sex with both of them at the same time! It looked like one guy was fucking her pussy while the other guy had his cock in her ass. My best friend was engaging in what I think is commonly referred to as "double penetration." The one who fucked her in the pussy was ugly as shit. His face had a mean scowl. While a few of these black dudes were gang members and seemed a little bit dangerous, this particular individual looked all the world like a genuine psychopath. I felt a pang of jealousy when I realized it was Denzel who was fucking her in the ass, one of the black gentlemen from the previous night who I still had a tiny crush on.

I blurted out without thinking, "Jax, that must hurt!"

"A little," Sophie answered on her behalf. "But it's a good kind of pain. Trust me, the pleasure makes it worth it. I have been double fucked many times, and I totally loved each experience!"

I watched as Jacquie got fucked in the ass and the pussy. I couldn't believe how hot it was. I could feel my own pussy getting wet as I watched my best friend get double penetrated. The two guys kept fucking her for a long time. They switched places and positions, and I could see that Jacquie was loving it. She was moaning and groaning and seemed to enjoy the feeling.

After a while, the guys pulled out. She got up on her knees, and they started jerking off. Then, they both came all over Jacquie's face and tits. Jacquie was covered in cum, and she was loving it. She bent forward and scooped up any of the cum that had hit the mattress with her tongue! Jacquie looked at my expression and laughed. I hadn't been this taken aback by anything Jacquie had done since the time she confessed that she'd actually voted for President Trump! (According to her, it was due to her preference for low taxes rather than any sort of xenophobic views. She wasn't joking around when she posted a photo of herself wearing a red MAGA hat, aviator sunglasses, and a bikini in that poolside selfie next to our friend Sarah!)

Jacquie kept her intense gaze on me. She lifted her own breasts in her hands so she could continue to lick their spunk off her body. God, that was deliciously depraved!!

She then closed her eyes, as if reliving it, and let out a deep, guttural sigh of euphoria, "Ohh aggh!"

"How was it?" I asked.

"That was awesome! Nothing like a double dicking!" she declared as she knee-walked slightly toward me.

"That was impressive," I gulped.

Jacquie gave my nude body a quick scan and announced, "Your turn now!"

I couldn't believe it. Jacquie had just gotten double penetrated, and now she wanted me to do it, too? I couldn't say "no" to her, though. So I moved over for Lavonte to lay down on the mattress and for me to climb on top of him. He moved my body up, quickly pushing his cock into my pussy. Now I was riding him. This part was something I had lots of experience with. Aside from the fact he was short, stocky, and had a full beard, there were some striking similarities in the sex techniques all these black guys used, and the rhythm of his upward thrusts reminded me of a couple of my partners from the previous night. But what I hadn't done before was taken another man's dick up my ass at the same time. And I knew I was just about to do that.

I felt Lavonte's hands on my hips. He was pulling me down, forcing his cock deeper into my worn-out pussy. But at the same time, I could feel a big black cock rubbing against my ass crack. That had to be DeShawn. I was so scared and turned on at the same time. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations. I could feel DeShawn behind me, working his cock into my tight butthole. There was an initial sensation of being really stretched. Then it became legitimately painful, and I thought he couldn't go any deeper. But as DeShawn pushed harder, his cock slid fully inside. It was so deep inside me. His black cock felt staggeringly large. I couldn't help it--I let out this prolonged, monotonous moan, like, "Mmmmmmmm."

What was it like to be penetrated both in the vagina and the rectum simultaneously? I must confess that it felt surprisingly satisfying after the initial shock and discomfort. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was riding one man while another was fucking me from behind. I had a feeling of just being very full. My perception that I was having sex with two cocks transformed into the sensation that there was just one exceptionally thick, enormously huge dick navigating my insides. There was also this intense feeling of luxury and abundance, being the sole focus of two black guys at once. I became the object of their combined lust, soaking up all that intensity and the blend of their desires. This sensory stimulation was only magnified by the mental turn-on of thinking about what I was doing. This type of sex epitomized the very definition of taboo! I knew this wasn't a typical or acceptable thing for a nice girl to do. (However, I'm happy to report that our bodies can certainly handle it!)

It turns out, Jacquie hadn't enjoyed double penetration as much as I did. Apparently, her partners were moving at different speeds, and they had trouble getting the rhythm right. I had a much better experience. Lavonte and DeShawn moved in unison as they placed my body in various positions, and they were able to quickly find a matching rhythm. I was completely powerless while I was sandwiched between them. Think about it. If you have one partner, you are able to control the speed, position, and degree of penetration, whereas with two partners, you have no ability to maneuver or control what happens to you. You simply switch off and FEEL. I can't begin to describe the pleasure that comes with this feeling of absolute helplessness; it is incredible just to let go of everything and leave it to your two partners to do whatever they want to with your defenseless and vulnerable body.

My body was completely spent when it was over. I glanced around the bedroom and noticed that I hadn't seen either Charlotte or Tricia since I woke up.

"What happened to Charlotte and Tricia?" I asked.

"Oh yeah... You were asleep when that was all happening. You missed out on some pretty major drama! Tricia's boyfriend came to pick her up, and let's just say he was not a happy camper! Charlotte got a ride with them." Sophie explained in that classic gossipy tone of hers.

"Oh no!" I blurted out in concern.

"Don't stress about Tricia and Josh. They're solid. I've known Josh forever, and I'll handle him. He needs to get that she's just going through her 'experimental phase.' Trust me, they'll be okay," Sophie assured us with absolute confidence.

Feeling self-conscious, I asked Jacquie, "Have you seen my dress?"

"Oh shit," she replied, "Dayvon took it, he wanted to give the Bulls jersey dress to his girlfriend. I told him it was 'cool' since it's not your team anyway."

Before I could object, DeShawn handed me a faded XXL-sized Mickey Mouse T-shirt, big enough to double as a dress. To my relief, he had also brought me my purse, which I'd left at the club. However, DeShawn did not return the crotchless panties, forcing Jacquie to try them on before pocketing them for the next new female member of their organization, keeping the tradition going.

Finally, it was time to wrap it up and say our goodbyes.

Jacquie stumbled, "Hey, I'm really sorry if we fetishized black people and made your race a thing, DeShawn. I get that you're a real person. I know for real, you're crazy smart and have big dreams. It's all in good fun, seriously."