APC Ch. 03

"Al before you take a picture, I believe I still have a drop or two of cum still remaining in my cock. Would you please squeeze them out and then lick them off and clean up the floor?" Akeem asked, taking more POV pictures of Al on his knees.

Taking his cock in both his hands Al slowly, but firmly squeezed the length of Akeem's cock which was pointing directly towards his mouth. Smiling that his work effort produced five or six good sized drops Al readily open up his mouth accepting a black man's cum cock for the first time. Al then readily sucked dry his cockhead, shaft and balls and licked the floor spotless, all while looking at Heather's cum pool of swimming sperm.

"Wow, you came a ton!" Al exclaimed, with Heather nodding in the affirmative almost imperceptively, afraid of tipping the close to overflowing pool of jizz.

"Only because of your excellent work stroking and your wife's lovely mouth sucking. I normally only deposit five or six squirts, but tonight I believe I did eight." Akeem proudly announced.

"I hope you held some of your boys in reserve." Al said expressing concern Akeem had shot his entire load with nothing left for Heather's pussy or ass.

"All the bulls here tonight wound be here if they couldn't cum at least three times with as little as fifteen minutes between ejaculations. Some of the very young bulls have a refractory period as short a five minutes. For me every time I cum the volume is reduced by one half. Having shot eight pulses in your wife's mouth I should be able to shoot four into her pussy." Akeem stated.

"So doing the basic math, that leaves two streams of cum into her ass." Al concluded.

"Yes, and by the way, you did great by not cuming, I hope you didn't injure yourself, you squeezed your balls very hard?"

"Still does hurt a little, I think I'll use the icy wash cloth method from now on." Al said, thinking the last time he hurt his nuts so bad was when he was twelve and the gears slipped on his bike.

"Wise choice." Akeem said, "Al take a couple of pictures of Heather's full mouth, I'm sure you'll want to scrapbook ever thing that happens tonight and then lie on your black and give me the camera so I can take pictures of you two snowballing my cum."

Doing exactly as he was told, Al lay on his back to receive the sacrament of black cum being poured out his wife's mouth now a chalice.

"Heather, I want you to deposit all my cum in Al's mouth being very careful not to spill a drop. A cardinal rule for sharing couples is all bull cum must either be absorbed in body or eaten by either the hotwife or hubby. Never wipe off or wipe up a black bulls cum, it's an act of complete disrespect. Heather, once Al has all my cum in his mouth change positions with him so he can slowly snowball one half of it back into your mouth." Akeem instructed.

Finally able to close her lips around the cum pool Heather lined her mouth up with Al's wide open mouth about three inches below hers. Ever so slowly she opened a small gap in her lips looking like she was puckering up for a kiss. Instead a single drop of pearly white black man cum escaped dropping dead center on the back of Al's throat. Happy she was lined up perfectly she gradually parted her lips allow first a small stream and then large to cascade off her chin into her husbands mouth, while Akeem took a dozen pictures or more.

Repeating the process and not losing a single drop in the transfer, Al returned one half of Akeem's cum to Heather.

"That was spectacular," Akeem said, "Your cum swapping was simply one of, if not the most erotic snowballings I have the honor of being part of... look you two have made me grow hard again," pointing to his cock growing firmer with every beat of his heart.

"Now go to your knees with each of you holding my cock with one of your hands and do not swallow until I give you permission." Akeem instructed

Doing as told, both were on their knees with Al's hand around the base of Akeem's cock and Heather's around his re-exposed cock head.

"I'd like both of you to nod your heads in the affirmative if you agree with what I say. If either of you disagree the night and party are over. Do you both understand?"

Both nod.

"Do both of you agree your marriage has been lacking in lust which only black cock like the one you are holding in your hands can satisfy."

Both nod.

"Do both of you agree that black cock, from this day forward, will always be an integral part of your marriage, never refusing the others request for more black lovers, thereby making your marriage bonds stronger cemented together by ejaculations of black cum.

Both nod.

"Please swallow, kiss my cock, stand, and kiss... I now pronounce you a newly married interracial wife sharing couple. Upon swallowing, and showing their empty mouth to each other and Akeem, both Heather and Al experienced an instant transubstantiation in their marriage. They becoming one with Akeem and his beautiful big black bulbous headed cock which Heather kissed first followed by Al, loving it as much as if they had been kissing a future baby child. Akeem captured the love in their eyes taking a half dozen pictures of the ceremony, smiling as he did as any clergy member would do performing a joyous sacrament.

Standing up and releasing Akeem's cock, both held each other with both arms, looked deeply into the other's eyes, kissed, with Al saying, 'I love you as a wife and an IR hotwife'.

"And I love you my wonderful husband, who will forever more also be my IR hubby. Now that you've had your first taste of cum I hope you're hungry for a lot more?" Heather laughed.

"It really didn't taste too bad at all, sort of like the smooth silky but bland paste taste of poi we ate in Hawaii." Al stated.

"Both which should be eaten with fingers." Akeem said laughing, "I think you'll find, when scooped out of Heather's sweet pussy or ass, black man cum will be your favorite between the two, and as a bonus it's far more nutritious," the comment making everyone laugh.

"So did you notice any difference in the taste between Akeem's cum and mine?" Al asked, thinking there of course wouldn't be.

"Honestly, there was a great deal of difference with Akeem's being both sweeter and creamier, while yours is runnier and a bit rancid." Heather said, with Al shaking his head from side to side on the latest revelation.

Akeem broke in to explain.

"It's sweeter because our diet contains much more fruit and creamier because blacks have a very high sperm to ejaculation volume ratio, the extra sperm makes it taste creamy. With a low sperm count cum is runnier and slightly rancid tasting from consuming dairy products which unfortunately blacks can't consume due to acquired lactose intolerance. After being weaned it's necessary to continue to have dairy in the diet, but due to poverty and in some cases no electrification it's not possible. After a year or two of no dairy lactose intolerance is acquired, creating a very severe health problem among us as we mature." Akeem informed.

"And why is that a problem?" Al asked.

"Calcium from milk and other dairy products protects against cardiovascular disease and hypertension which is the bane of black males the world over." Akeem informed.

"Can't you just pop a calcium pill and call it a day?" Al questioned.

"Unfortunately no, calcium supplements actually increase the risk of heart disease. For calcium to work it needs to come in a cocktail of other minerals and vitamins found only in dairy." Akeem continued.

"Heather told me at dinner she is not on birth control nor do you use condoms, and are still childless after six years of marriage." Akeem said, seeming to change the subject for the moment.

"Well we really haven't wanted any children up to this point so we could focus on Al's career." Heather explained.

"I assume however Al was cuming inside you and not using a condom for all those years?" Akeem questioned.

"Yes, but we followed the rhythm plan which worked for us." Heather added.

"It could also be due to Al having a low sperm count given your description of his runny cum consistency. Runny cum would also be negative side effect of having a vasectomy with zero sperm in the ejaculate making it less creamy and reducing the volume." Akeem advised.

"Unfortunately, a lowering of the volume greatly lowers the enjoyment of an orgasm with less out flow, lower pressure built up, and therefore, much shorter ejaculation distance achieved. Most of the white hubbies who I've partied with are reduced to being cum dribblers, celebrating a spurt of a couple of inches as being epic. I on the other hand can propel my first blast of cum over four feet." Akeem informed.

"Tell me about it, I almost thought you shot a hole through my tonsils." Heather laughed, adding that Al's cum rarely shoots out farther than six inches in no more than three weak pulses.

"I thought you might be surprised, which is why I held your head secure. You both need to understand and appreciate the power of black cock. My thinking is unless you want a black baby growing in your stomach tomorrow you best plan on birth control tonight. Each bull you'll fuck tonight has as much potency making black babies as a Black Mamba snake venom has killing people." Akeem advised.

"Ken and I talked with a couple of other cucks at the party and they recommended Plan 'B' the morning after pill." Al informed.

"Yes, that's acceptable for a single evening of fun, but is very harmful to a woman's system and can't be used frequently." Akeem cautioned.

"Frequently?" Al said, "I thought tonight would be a one and done?"

"Al, remember your vows you both took only minutes ago, if either of you need a blessing of black cum the other is bound to honor the request. You're going to be here a year surrounded by virile black men who have dreamed their entire lives of fucking a beautiful white woman, so I think you need to plan ahead further than only tonight." Akeem informed.

"So what would you suggest I do. I don't want to become pregnant carrying a baby in my belly while on safari?" Heather asked.

"Either the pill or what both Staci and you said would like to happen." Akeem, said with a smile.

"I don't understand?" Heather said, "What did I say I wanted to have happen which will stop me from getting pregnant?"

"Lactation. is natures birth control, if you lactate it shuts down your ovaries stopping your periods preventing pregnancy for up to a year." Akeem informed.

"But that means breast feeding at least four times a day. Who would want all that milk?" Heather asked.

"Growing boys who are lactose intolerant, as I was ten years ago. Lactose intolerance can be eliminated if first fed a diet of mother's milk for a couple of weeks and then slowly introducing dairy. Ten years ago I was a virgin porter with hypertension. Breast fed while learning to make love to a white couple my blood pressure is now normal. In fact everyone at the bar tonight shares my same story. It's hopefully that your porters, Rif and Gab, will one day join us at the bar attending future Zebra Parties." Akeem said.

"I remember reading a couple of years ago about how it was becoming clique for rich Chinese business men to hire nipple to mouth wet nurses," Heather mentioned.

"Yes, the lactose intolerance is China, is second only to Africa. We of course aren't rich desperately needing the contribution of milk and sexual surrogacy from white wives such as your self. So will you help us?" Akeem asked sincerely.

"Whoa, this is getting really crazy, really fast." Al broke in, "You're telling me you want our wives to wet nurse virgin young black men and play 'Mrs. Robinson', teaching them how to fuck?"

"Al, we also are asking for contributions from you as well."

"What do you mean my contributions?"

"You'll be responsible for teaching them how to make love to a white man. Every porter need to feel comfortable having a white man suck on his cock till he cums and learn to enjoy fucking a white mans ass until he can bust a nut inside his butthole." Akeem said with out a waiver or change in tone of his voice, letting both Heather and Al know how serious he was in asking for their help.

"So every two weeks for a year we'll be teaching new porters?" Heather broke in, giving Al a moment to collect his thoughts concerning the role Ken and he would be playing for the next year while also collecting scientific data. Scientist by day and wife sharing butt buddy by night. Al then had a eureka moment realizing his anal cherry was destined to be popped that night making him a qualified instructor for the porters.

"Yes, twenty-five sets, for a total of fifty in all. Think of all the good you will be doing. There are monthly Zebra Parties held in four other African countries which are home to the porters, bring in millions of dollars each year in sex tourism money supporting the local economies. In addition each party directly contributes 10% of the revenue to local schools for learning materials and lunches."

"Tonight's party, I'm proud to say, raised over $600 for a local school providing lunches for all students for a semester. "Akeem informed, handing a letter to Heather and Al written by a ten year old fifth grade girl thanking them for the contribution saying-'I study harder and learn more when I'm not hungry. Thank you, and I love you'.

"Very touching," Heather said with tears welling up in her eyes as did Al's. "Did you say all the porters were virgins?" Heather asked, hinting she was considering the proposal asking for more information.

"Yes, completely disease free and all are very respectful and painfully shy. The government has issued a complete ban on sex education in high school and made it a crime for any public display of affection. They desperately want to have sex but simply don't know how, needing both of you to teach them how to pleasure a sharing couple, and be pleasured by them."

"The learning experience they have with both of you will determine how good of lovers they become with other sharing couples, how popular our parties are, and ultimately how much money is raised for charity and economic development. Your importance being proper white sexual surrogates can't be overstated." Akeem said trying to close the deal telling them how crucial their acceptance and participation was for everything.

"What about Staci and Ken, are they going to go along with all of this?" Al asked.

"Johan is having the same conversation with them that I'm having with you as we speak." Akeem said.

"So everything about tonight was planned, our free tickets weren't a mistake, as one banker said, but rather a trick." Al declared.

"Trick is not the word I'd use since it means harm to whom is played on. I'd rather use the word 'opportunity' to explore adding an IR component to your marriage, which of course you both, I'm happy to say, accepted readily moments ago." Akeem rationalized.

"How long have you been planning all this out?" Al asked, wanting all the cards laid on the table.

"Ever since you contacted the eco-Safari outfitters telling them you would be bringing along your wives, including their photos along with yours. Frankly, of the six other couples who have helped us over the years, Staci and Heather are far and away the most beautiful drawing applications from over three hundred who wanted to be your porters."

"Everything about your arrival was of course timed to the London Bankers event. My brother and myself were Staci's and Heather's designated escorts for the night, waiting outside the ballroom in the hope they would want to change into something more reveling to tease and attract our attention."

"Stepping out of the elevator effectively naked Staci and Heather answered half the questions we had about whether or not we could turn you both into sharing couples. Ken and yourself getting hard-ons watching us fondling your wives answered the other half. If the wives hadn't changed or if either of you hadn't gotten turned on watching us play with them none of this would be happening, and tomorrow you would leave on your scientific data collecting eco-safari with Rif and Gab being your only porters for the year."

"The top fifty were chosen based on overall attractiveness, personality, and of course cock size with none less than eight inches and a few longer than twelve. The youngest is eighteen the oldest twenty two, Zeb will act as a supervisor and instructor demonstrating proper love making technics, using you as demonstration models, for each new pair of porters." Akeem informed wanting to hide nothing, knowing in matters of sex, honesty is always the best policy.

"Have any couples ever turned down your proposal?" Heather asked, looking down at the first clear drops leaking from her nipples as a physiological response being told fifty young black men had been scheduled to suckle on them.

"Heaven's sakes no, why would any IR sharing white couple possibly want to miss the sexual thrill of an entire year of jungle lust, fucking young virgin black men doing the charitable good deeds of making them healthier in the process and promoting future economic development." Akeem laughed, finishing, "There is an excellent chance that all the couples who volunteer their services over the years will literally have 'fucked their way into heaven', standing proudly before St. Peter on judgment day."

"Early tomorrow morning a package will arrive containing nursing bras, which unhinge from the top, a supply of nursing pads fitted in the bras to soak up any leakage, larger sized khaki shirts, and a book written for nursing mothers on eating a proper diet and ways to increase milk production." Akeem continued.

"So what will my wife's boobs look like when she stops breast feeding, after being milk swollen two cup sizes larger for a year?" Al asked.

"The stretched skin will cause her breasts to sag, changing them from being perky into 'hangers', which is what they are affectionately called. All black men find hangers exceptionally erotic as proof the woman has produced milk. Hangers in our culture express fertility. The white husband comes to love his wife's hangers since black men love them, the same goes for the white wife. Now after you are home for a year, and if you still long to see Heather's breasts round and firm again, I'm sure we could arrange for you to come back for another year long safari." Akeem laughed.

"Are there any other questions you'd like to ask me, or is there anything you feel I haven't completely explained?" Akeem asked, completing his presentation now waiting for their commitment.

Heather and Al held hands and looked at each other for the longest time with Al finally breaking the silence.

"No I think you have covered everything. Well dear, are you up for it, can you breast feed fifty hungry black boys for a year and teach them how to fuck?"

"What does Ken call it when birders try to identify as many birds as they can in a single year?" Heather asked.

"It's called a Big Year." Al informed.

"Well it looks like Staci and I are going to have our own version of a Big Year." Heather said, then kissing both Al and Akeem.

"Thank you, thank you both from the bottom of my heart." Akeem said joyfully.

"Look, talk is cheap, if you really mean it you'll take Heather over to the bed and fuck her right now!" Al laughed.

"Heather would you please come and lie in bed with me, I think your husband would very much like to see my black cock inside you." Akeem smiled.

"As a matter of fact, so would I," Heather laughed.

Soaking a wash cloth in the ice bucket and placing them by the bed, Akeem turning on all the lights in the room positioning Heather on her back with her head raised up along the headboard and a pillow underneath her ass giving the best possible position to watch his cock in action.