APC Ch. 03

"That's the size it usually is." Heather said, taking Al's dick and wiggling it back and forth between her two fingers, adding, with a smile, "I bet yours is a little bit bigger."

"Would you both please drop to your knees. Heather I need you to unzip my fly and pull out my cock so Al can compare the size of his dick to my African love stick." Akeem instructed.

Saying nothing but looking over at Al she unzipped his pants and sent her fingers into the opening on a fishing expedition for his cock giggling and laughing once her hand finally closed around the biggest cock she had ever felt in her life. Pulling it out slowly like it was an year long anticipated Christmas present, she smiled at Al sharing the joyful moment with him.

Once completely exposed and hanging, his magnificent uncut cock dangled over half way to his knees. Akeem then undid his pants letting them fall to the floor and took his shirt off standing naked before them. Both Al and Heather's eyes were inches away from his black man hood staring at its hypnotic power.

"I would like you both to use one or two words to describe my cock to your spouse, not reusing any words, starting with you Heather." Akeem instructed.

"Huge," Al, "Jet black," Heather, "Uncut," Al "Deeply veined," Heather, "Hung," Al, "Heavy balls," Heather, "Beautiful," Al, "Magnificent," Heather, "Suckable," Al, "Touchable," Heather, "Fuckable," Al, "Cleanable."

"Very well done, now Al I want your hand on the lower half of my cock, and Heather I want you hand on the upper hand, I want you to both stroke my cock together turning me on and making me hard which will expose my cockhead for you to see."

Al had never touched a cock in his life only playing with his small dick and had the same look as Heather had on her face fishing it out of Akeem's pants, one of wonderment and awe. Heather and Al found a rhythm together soon making Akeem's magnificent cock grow to close to ten inches and swell to over three inches thick.

Heather was now thankful that Akeem devoted so much time and patience in stretching her out.

As his cock became harder the purple colored cockhead made up of black skin and red blood slowly made its way out of the foreskin shell. With added encouragement from both their hands Akeem's cock continued to lengthen and expand pulling back the foreskin now tightly stretched over his fully exposed mushroom head turning more crimson than purple. Both Heather and Al were struck with the same awe as when they watched a butterfly escape from its cocoon.

"Isn't it simply breathtakingly beautiful?" Heather asked Al.

"It truly is magnificent, love, I can't wait to see it inside you," her excited hubby said.

"Patience, Al, patience, you are both doing a wonderful job," Akeem said, drawing attention to the pre-cum oozing now in a steady out of his cock which Heather smeared over his cockhead and down his thick shaft making him moan.

"Al would you please guide my cock into your wife's mouth, I want to feel the wetness and warmth of Heather's tongue on my cockhead and the vacuum of her sucking tempting the sperm from my balls." Akeem said looking down at both with his hands on top of each of their heads standing before them as a benevolent black god.

Looking at her husband, never upwards into the eyes of god, Heather wet her lips, closed her eyes and opened her mouth surrounded by blood red lipstick covered lips his wife's mouth was an oral pussy.

"Dear, can you open your mouth just a little more." Al asked knowing it would be a tight fit.

Saying nothing Heather stretched her mouth another quarter of a inch wide and then felt the tip of his black cockhead invade her mouth touching her tongue delivering its first drop of pre-cum. Only being able to fit half his length inside her mouth she instinctively closed her mouth around it to create a seal. Opened her eyes she look at Al and then began flicking her tongue like a snake over Akeem's cockhead while gently applying a sucking force.

"Al you are a very lucky man, your wife is an excellent cocksucker. What are your thoughts watching her giving me an excellent blow job, which most certainly will result in me orgasming in her mouth?"

"Well first of all thank you for complementing Heather on her cock sucking abilities. What makes her so great is the increase in suction she applies the closer to are to cuming. I'm sure you've heard the expression, 'she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose', well my wife can. I know I'm the luckiest man alive, and never more so than tonight. My thoughts that I can't believe how natural and wondrous your black cock looks inside her mouth."

"Natural?" Akeem answered, surprised at Al's word choice.

"Like it belongs there, and should always be there. Your black cock was ordained to be in my wife's white mouth. I thank both of you for allowing me to watch."

"So there are no jealous feelings you have towards watching your wife suck me, and then fuck me, offering up both her holes to black cock?"

"Absolutely none, rather than feel jealousy, I feel completed. A huge missing piece of our marital sexuality jigsaw puzzle has been found tonight and I'm sure your puzzle piece will also fit perfectly inside my wife's pussy and ass as it does in her mouth." Al said, extending his hand and shaking Akeem's as Heather smiled at both of them with her eyes for becoming friends knowing she would have no difficulty at all orgasming on Akeem's cock now that Al had given his complete approval.

"Would you like to take a couple of pictures of Heather sucking me?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Ken quickly getting up grabbed his camera and started snapping.

"So Heather do you like sucking on my cock? What are your feelings concerned what your husband has said about black cock being a found missing piece of your married sexuality." Akeem asked.

Pulling out the one half of Akeem's cock Heather was able to fit in her mouth out Heather smiled at the crimson cockhead her tongue had been playing with.

"I don't know who loves your cock more, Al or myself...it's only important we both do." Heather said standing up telling Al she wanted him to pose for pictures with Akeem while she held both their cocks in her hand showing off her wedding ring.

"Look at the difference, Al, Akeem's cock is 10x the size of yours!"

"What can I say dear, other than I'm sorry that's all I have, but happy you'll be enjoying his black cock reaching places deep inside of you that you never knew existed," Al said, killing off a phobia that has plagued him since his freshman year in high school. The phobia that others would find out he had a small dick.

Al, unlike the other three, had come from a consolidated multi-cultural high school background. Prior to high school Al's district was so small there was no middle school so the jump from elementary to high school was often a shock, especially after the first shower following the mandated freshman PE class. The day had been a mental scar on Al's psyche altering everything about him, from then, to a minute ago.

Walking into the open shower filled mostly with twenty black guys soaping up their hanging meat, Al almost felt castrated with his two inch hairless dick drawing the eyes of everyone. It's not what they said to him that killed him inside, it was the snickering and pointing that drove a stake through his heart making him feel the most inadequate, embarrassed, and uncomfortable in his entire life. Hurrying out of the shower, he never returned, going to class sweaty was a small price to pay for not feeling humiliated.

Taking a date the next year to Scary Movie, Al thought they were writing about him when a character in the movie named Greg complained about his 'baby dick', labeling it a disability calling on the rest of the cast to be sensitive to his plight. Of course all the other cast members bust their guts laughing and pointing at it spreading their thumb and forefinger a couple of inches apart. The entire movie audience laughed more at that scene than any other, except of course for Al, who felt like sliding under the seat.

So what freed the demons from Al, was his reply back to his wife...admitting his 'short comings', and the good news being he's more than willing to accept big black cocks into their marriage making up for his small manhood...problem solved. It really was no different, Al thought, than a hard of hearing person buying a hearing aid, or a visually impaired person buying a cane. You recognize the problem, check your vanity at the front door, and do something about it.

"Let me hold one in one hand and one in the other," Heather said lining both up against her outstretched palm, with Al taking pictures.

"What did you say small dicks were called at the party?" Heather asked Akeem.

"Dicklets." Akeem answered.

"Would you say Al's would be more like a dick or dicklet?"

"Definitely a dicklet. No harm intended, Al" Akeem answered.

"None taken," Al replied, "Quite to the contrary, I'm as turned on by our difference in the size as Heather is. It will be a toss up between us whether she'll get more satisfaction getting fucked by it or me watching. I've always been embarrassed my entire adult life about having such a small dick, but no more...vive la difference," Al said proudly, accepting his tiny dicklet for the first time in his life.

"Maybe when we go back home, I should have some t-shirts made up with an 'I love my small dick' theme for you to wear, celebrating what you had kept hidden all your entire adult life. If Akeem is going to make me feel half as good as I think he his there is no going back in the closet for you...if I'm going black, you're not going back to your dicklet phobia." Heather laughed.

"That would be thoughtful of you. I'd wear them with pride." Al smiled.

"Al, from what I'm hearing, the strength of your voyeurism is a function of the difference in size between your dicklet and my cock." Akeem asked.

"Yes, and of course the fact that it is black." Al replied.

"So you would enjoy tonight even more if your dicklet was smaller or my cock larger?" Akeem asked, "If you'd like we can apply ice to your dicklet making it turtle in to less than one inch in size reduced to a micro dicklet?"

"Thanks, but no thanks, I don't want to go the smaller route, but if you cock was a couple inches longer and a half inch thicker, yes it would turn me on more." Al confessed, sheepishly looking at Heather.

"I don't even know if I can fit all this inside me." Heather said hoisting up Akeem's cock, "and your telling me I need to start thinking about spreading my legs for a monster cock, really Al."

"A couple of the guys at the bar meet your description having what we call a mugambo or huge cock, and if Heather is willing, I'll introduce you to them later on in the evening, once she has completely relaxed. Often a woman is a size queen and isn't aware she is until after being fucked by one." Akeem said.

"A size queen?" Heather questioned, not knowing what it meant.

"A size queen is a woman who need a big thick cock to really get her off. Part of it is of course the extra physical stimulation size provides, but their is also the visual turn on of watching herself being impaled by a large black cock. You may well be a size queen but never having had been fucked by one aren't aware of it." Akeem informed.

"Interesting that Al and I always make love in the dark. I think I'd very much like to voyeur everyone making love to me tonight." Heather said.

"Great, so are you game to take on a mugambo lover?" Al said hopefully, wanting Heather to explore her unknown sexuality.

"We'll see how the night goes, but you better be extra special nice to me mister if you want that to happen." Heather said with a hint of a smile.

"So what are you feelings concerning my cock, Heather"?

"The color is nice and erotic and all, but I'm thinking when I close my eyes the color of the cock inside me isn't going to matter, it's whether or not I'm fucking a nice guy, who knows how to use it. Al's a great hubby, and knows how to use what he has...the question is, have I been missing something, could I be, as you said, a size queen and not know it?" Heather offered.

"So what if Heather wanted to fuck a white guy with a cock the same size as mine, say an Italian, what would be your thoughts, Al?"

"Well they would be mixed, first it would be great to watch a John Holmes sized cock fuck her, but I'd most certainty miss the contrast, and more importantly feel somewhat threatened.

"Threatened?" Akeem followed up.

"Yes, by me feeling there would be more a chance I could lose her to a white lover, than a black lover, no offense."

"None taken, I perfectly understand, you feel black guys fucking your wife are 'safer' and therefore you felt more comfortable comparing your dicklet with me rather than you would with a white guy?

"Exactly."

"So Heather knowing Al would be threatened by a large white cock, and if you enjoy what size has to offer you tonight, what do you think the solution is?" Akeem asked knowing there was but one answer.

"Only let hung black men fuck me?" Heather said, answering the question while making a statement.

"Exactly, both Akeem and Al said together laughing and high fiving each other.

"Okay, now that we all have that figured out, I want a picture of both you lining up with my open mouth," Heather said going to her knees and bringing Akeem's cock and her husband's dicklet with in a couple of inches of her mouth as Al snapped a series of pictures.

"Decisions, decisions," Heather laughed, "Which shall I choose, my hubby's cute little white dicklet, or my lover's zebra hung black cock?"

Giving Al's dicklet a quick kiss, telling it she still loved it, Heather took Akeem into her mouth with Al kissing her on top of the head and shaking Akeem's hand telling him how happy he was that his wife was now worshiping black cock with Heather putting all her effort into giving Akeem a blow joy he wouldn't soon forget.

"You really do enjoy sucking on my cock, don't you Heather?" Akeem asked, as Heather worked her mouth along the shaft and played 'pop goes the weasel' a half dozen times with his cock head feeling more comfortable with it in her mouth now creating a powerful suction and then pulling her head back quickly making a popping sound.

"I love sucking on your cock, it's the first time I've ever gotten wet being turned on sucking, maybe it's the anticipation of having it inside me with you making love to me with it. Or maybe I was turned on by what Al said about how natural I look with a black cock in my mouth and how he also wants to see it inside both my pussy and ass. All I know is, for what ever the reason, I'm falling in love with your cock...can I go back to sucking on it, please?"

"Of course you can my dear. Would you like it if I released my seed and flood your mouth with my cum?"

"There is nothing I'd like more, anything that gives you pleasure gives me pleasure." Heather said with her green eyes looking up at her black lover.

"I'd like you both back down on your knees please. Al stroke me long and hard milking me in your wife's mouth. Heather please put you hands to your side and tease me as much as you can with your lips, tongue and suction to draw the sperm out of my balls, you're doing such a great job it should take long for me to cum. When I do, hold it all in your mouth, I'm sure Al would like to take a picture or two of my cum pool and then have you share it with him, isn't that correct Al?"

"Completely, Al said as he took Akeem's cock in his hand stroking it asking Akeem if he would take some pictures of them kneeling in front of him jacking him off into Heather's mouth.

"Of course, a first time black cum oral communion is a once in a life time event which should be preserved forever in pictures." Akeem said respectfully.

"Could Al stoke his dicklet with his free hand?" Heather asked Akeem, "I'd like to see him hard proving he's turned on by the thought of black cum being pumping into my mouth."

"Of course, but Al, you know the rule?" Akeem answered.

"About how hubbies always cum last, and how the party hasn't even started yet?" Al smiled.

"So can you hold back, even as you feel my pulses of sperm race up your fingers into your wife's eagerly accepting open mouth."

"I'll try my hardest." Al said with a worried tone that he might fail.

"There are two techniques you will learn tonight which will prevent you from cuming. The first is the squeeze method where you remove your hand from your dicket and squeeze hard on your balls to cause pain which overrides the pleasure sensation. The second, and the most preferred, is to always have a wet wash cloth with a couple of ice cubes wrapped up inside it handy at all times. When you feel close, drape the cloth over your dicklet as squeeze until your erection becomes a turtle." Akeem advised.

"I'll try the ball squeeze method first." Al said.

"Fine, when your fingers feel my first squirt of cum shooting up my cock, you cease stroking yourself immediately and squeeze your nuts hard! Feeling my cum rushing out of my body your body will naturally desire the same pleasure...which you must avoid." Akeem cautioned. "Heather's enjoyment tonight is no small part is depended on you being hard and encouraging her to accept black cock. If you cum it ruins it for everyone...I'm I clear?"

"Perfectly." Al said, now confident he could play the role of a proper hubby.

Akeem stood before them, a black bull high priest, with his followers kneeling worshipping at the church of black cock, signaled Al to being stroking both their manhoods, Al loved how Akeem's cock filled his hand feeling both hard and smooth at the same time giving him a sense of power controlling its pleasure. Working Akeem back up to full hardness took only a couple of minutes which was all the time necessary for Al to also achieve a full erection and leak his first drop of pre-cum, which Heather saw smiling at it with her eyes.

Akeem's eyes were now closed with his head slightly tossed back as his mind focused on the scene playing out at his feet urging his balls to tense, release, and relax offering up his cum as communion for the first timers. Arching his back now and low moaning Al stroked faster and harder knowing Akeen was very close to cuming. Heather also sensing the inevitable, closed her eyes and formed a tight seal around his cock to hold the cum pool and create a strong vacuum to encourage the flow.

Yelling an African word, that loosely translated means the 'mother of all gods', Akeem's body lurched forward sending his first and strongest pulse of cum into Heather's mouth, hitting the back of her tonsils. Al immediately moved his hand to his nuts and squeezed hard sending a bolt of pain running down his legs and up through his spine, while he continued to milk Akeem's sperm into his wife's mouth never missing a stroke, feeling wave after wave of cum pulsing out of his cock.

Heather instinctively tried to pull back given the surprising force of his squirt, but Akeem had anticipated her reaction from his experience with first time white wives. Firmly holding the back of Heather's head in place she received the remaining seven shots of first communion black cock cum his balls fired as they rose up and then descended completely relaxed. Heather now held in her mouth his body and blood tasting much different than cheap wine and a wafer.

Heather's mouth of course was overwhelmed by the volume of cum being pumped into it and had no other choice but to break the seal her mouth formed allowing the excess to leak out and run down her chin forming a small puddle directly underneath, which of course Al would lick off the floor once he finished jacking off Akeem.

After Al counted eight spasms with his hand, and there wasn't a ninth, he released Akeem's cock from his grip and watched as he withdrew it from Heather's mouth leaving behind a cum pool so full Heather had to push up her lower lip to prevent more of it from draining out.