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“He’s going to cum, Baby, he’s going to cum, oh fuck yes, he’s going to cum in me! I want it! I want it! Oh god yeeaass, I want his cum!”
She licked my mouth, looked deep into my eyes and groaned,
“You know what I really want, don’t you, Baby? I want his seed, his hot seed, oh yeah, that’s what I really want, this black bull’s hot, sticky, black seed in my pussy! Oh fuck yeeaass!”
She turned from me and pulled his huge head down for a wide mouthed kiss which they held as he began groaning loudly. Suddenly Roosevelt tore his lips from hers and roared like a lion as he gave my little white wife exactly what she’d been craving for weeks, planting his hot, potent seed deep in her belly. Blondie let out a shrill cry of ecstasy, which, mingled with his roaring, could probably be heard in the adjacent rooms. Her head was whipping and writhing on the mattress as she cried out loudly enough to cause me to glance at the walls fearfully,
“Yes, yes, yes give it to me, Baby, give it to me you big black stud. Oh, god almighty, I can feel it! It’s so fucking hot it’s burning! Oh yeeaass, Sweet Jesus, I can feel it, Rosie, I can feel it, Baby, and I want it, Lover, all of it, all of your hot cum!”
I cautioned them to be quieter. She locked her mouth on his and for the next couple of minutes all I heard was her mumbling emphatically into his open mouth,
“Mmmm, hmmm, cumm, mmmm, hmmm, cumm, mmmm, hmmm, cummm!”
I had never witnessed a man having such an extended climax; just when I’d think he was through, he’d let out another loud groan and thrust forcefully into my happy wife, eliciting a delighted,
“Oh god yes, I can feel it, Baby, your cum’s so hot I can feel it! Don’t stop, don’t stop till you’ve given me all of it, Lover, oh yeah, Baby, I want every last drop of your hot black seed, oh fuck yeeaass, Darlin’.”
When his spasms finally came to an end several minutes later, this huge black man, glistening with sweat, collapsed on top of my diminutive wife, hugging her to him, kissing the fine damp hair on her pale neck and gasping for breath. Blondie hugged him tight and smiled over at me with satisfied delight as she, too, gasped,
“Oooh, my god, Sugar, what a good fuck! And what a hot load! I could feel it every time he’d shoot, every hot spurt; it was like hot liquid butter shooting into me! God, what a great fuck!”
She kissed Roosevelt’s ear again and panted,
“I think maybe you’re right, Lover, I think maybe this little white honey’s developing a thing for black dick, you know, Baby?”
Turning back to me, her breathing still labored, she teased me in an exaggerated southern drawl,
“You think maybe, Sugah? You all the one started all this so tell me, Sugah, you think maybe your little ol’ white wife might be getting her a thing for black dick, me, little ol’ Blondie from Baton Rouge?”
She kissed Roosevelt again then looked me straight in the eye and said meaningfully to him,
“If they’re all as good as you are, Honey, I most probably will. You know, my husband just may have started something bigger than he bargained for, talking me into to fucking a black guy, ummm, hmmm, he just may have, you know, Baby?”
And in that defining moment, I knew that Blondie’s desire for the forbidden fruit now fully outweighed her deep-seated southern prejudices; we had left that barrier behind us tonight once and for all. We were facing a new reality here: my wife had discovered the taboo pleasures of interracial sex. I wondered for a moment if she might be one of those white women who develop a preference for sex with black men. I’d read that frequently happens. A little shiver of titillation zipped through me at that thought. She had admitted to obsessing about the topic ever since that first night with Tommy. What was it she’d said, that she got a wet pussy every time she thought about that night with him? My mind drifted off into a future filled with erotic visions of my beautiful little Blondie doing this again and again with a variety of black lovers.
Returning to the present, I watched her on the bed with her black lover and smiled with the thought that even though this little party had just gotten started, this big black bull had already made my wife cum with his cock, a not insignificant accomplishment. I trembled with the delicious thought that the evening was still young.
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