Peter and Pam get Married

Peter, meanwhile, thought as most men do, that he was 'God's gift to women' and, as he attempted to maintain his dignity by standing proud, he would not have been happy to know the thoughts of most who were looking on amusedly that they saw a wimpy bloke with thinning hair, a skinny frame and a stubby cock that was nestled in a thatch of hair below a pot-belly. No, Peter was definitely not as attractive as he believed himself to be.

What also was not so attractive was that the pair of them, who had never before been naked in the sunshine, both displayed expanses of white flesh where previously a costume had decorously covered the delicate parts.

Peter recognised this and said, "Come on, I think we need to find a spot where we can work on getting a tan...." (albeit, his real intention was to find a spot where they could settle down and hopefully observe what they had witnessed the day before), "... let's go off the beach and up into the dunes. That seems to be where most people are heading."

He led the way up the path between the dunes and Pam dutifully followed behind and tingled with anticipation at that what they might find away from the crowded beach. The tingling was soon justified when they crested the ridge, descended the downward path and there to one side in a shallow was a couple whom they recognised as staying at their hotel, who were engaged in mutual masturbation. They nodded their recognition as Pam and Peter passed by but made no effort to stop what they were doing.

They continued on and in the next dip in the sand there was another couple who had progressed beyond masturbation and were indulging in full-blown sex. They did not recognise either of them due to the couple fucking in the missionary position and from Pam and Peter's point of view, they couldn't see the faces, only the guy's backside and his rampant cock plunging into her spread pussy beneath him.

They walked by trying to avoid tripping over the outstretched legs only to have another obstacle to their progress of at least three other guys who were standing around wanking their equally stiff cocks as they enjoyed the spectacle of the rutting couple on the ground. None of them paid any attention to the open-mouthed couple passing by.

Another dip in the dunes and with no-one in occupation Peter said, "This looks like a good spot." Pam nodded her agreement and from the beach bag pulled out a towel which she spread out for them to sit on. It wasn't very big and Peter inwardly cursed himself for not having thought about that aspect of their comfort before they left the hotel. Pam was equally annoyed with herself that she hadn't been thinking straight either. Neither of them admitted their guilt to each other, preferring instead that the other, for what it was worth, take the blame.

However, their dilemma of where to sit was solved when, out of nowhere, appeared one of the black beach boys who had a swathe of brightly coloured fabric throws draped over his shoulder. Peter and Pam were a little startled at his sudden appearance but they were not to know that the black boy had long noted their arrival at the beach and had been following them at a discrete distance awaiting his opportunity to sell his wares... and provide whatever else they may desire.

He made an elaborate gesture of taking one of the throws from his shoulder and waved it in the air so that it opened out to reveal the colourful design. The action caused the short kaftan-like cloak he was wearing to rise up so that in addition to revealing the pattern of the throw, it also revealed that he was wearing no underwear. Pam and Peter gasped to see his floppy big cock dangling and waving side to side before the black boy eventually spread the throw on the ground and inviting Pam to lay on it to test its comfort.

Peter nodded his approval and Pam, still with her eyes locked on the black boy's groin, scrabbled to sit in the middle of the carpet. Black boy discarded the other throws from his shoulder and knelt down beside her and with his knees spread wide made a show of smoothing the fabric to spread it evenly and get rid of kinks. In truth this was a pure charade for he had seen the look in her eye and interpreted (correctly) that she was more interested in getting closer to his cock (as did most of the ladies he encountered on the beach during his daily rounds). He obliged Pam by positioning himself so that as he pretended to rearrange the carpet his slowly stiffening cock was well in reach of her hand.

He chatted away extolling the virtues of the fabric, its quality, the bright colours, the intricate pattern; Pam heard nothing of it, she was spellbound by seeing the black cock slowly swell and seemingly coming to a life of its own as it stiffened and began to throb in front of her. She tore her eyes away for a moment to see if Peter was sharing the same view and thoughts. He was and he, once again, nodded his approval which she took as a signal that she should reach out.

Black boy was not surprised as she touched him, it was what he was expecting (in his experience all the white ladies reacted the same) but he was amused when she had groaned when she saw and felt the size of his cock when he pulled off his kaftan. Now naked as they, he shuffled forward on his knees and with him being perfectly positioned she instinctively opened her hot wet mouth and tried wide enough to take in his large cock head.

He gave a groan to indicate his approval and then looked up to see that Peter was standing there also making noises that suggested he had no objection to what he was seeing his wife doing, he also emphasised his approval by wanking his own stiffening cock. The boy smiled to himself and remembered what his father had once told him, ".. that this is what white women come to the islands for so enjoy yourself and make damn sure the white woman gets satisfied and they have a holiday that they will remember!"

Pam quickly dismissed Peter from her mind and congratulated herself that her devious plan was coming to fruition. Peter might think that he was 'in charge' but in truth he was only doing what she wanted him to do... and what she wanted to do, for starters, was to take the head of this black cock into her mouth.

It was more difficult than she had anticipated. Heaven knows, she had practised enough with various objects before she was married, fruits and vegetables and the like, but this plum- headed monster was something else and she began to have doubts that it might be beyond the capacity of her rosebud mouth. Black boy sensed her uncertainty and took the initiative and had put his hands in her hair, pushed forward and to her surprise began to fuck her face. As he got more confident and comfortable, she had let him take charge and soon about three inches found its way into her mouth.

She became accustomed to the invasion and out of the corner of her eye she could see Peter standing there furiously wanking his cock as he surveyed the scene. What she couldn't see was behind her on the other side of the blanket, that she had already attracted the attention of two other men and they were, like her husband, stroking their cocks as they enjoyed the tableau.

A few minutes passed and although Pam was enjoying this new sensation of being serviced by such a formidable penis there came the reality of her being choked and she started gagging and knew she couldn't take much more. Black boy was sympathetic and with his father's words ringing in his ears (plus he was getting close to cumming) he had pushed her head away, took her arm and guided her to lay back on the blanket before shuffling around so that he was kneeling between her outstretched thighs.

It was then that he had a suspicion that, '... this white woman must not have been fucked much or, if she had, that the cock that had been fucking her didn't amount to much..'.

He glanced over to the man wanking (who he guessed was her husband), saw what he was stroking and smiled to himself as he began to worm his cock into her very tight cunt.

Pam, although she was mentally ready for the assault, was initially confounded by the size of the black monster probing between the hairy lips of her pussy and kept tensing up as his cock kept trying for entry. She looked toward Peter for reassurance that she was doing the right thing but he seemed to be in some kind of trance as he stood there slowly wanking.

Black boy said, "Don't worry about him missus, dem men like to see der white wimmun get fucked by black cock. You be doing him favour..."

Pam came back to reality when he said that, let her legs relax, and the fat purple plum and about two inches popped into her cunt. She took a deep breath and finally looked into the boy's eyes, gave him a smile which encouraged him to push another inch into her body.

It felt divine but, again, reality hit when she become conscious that they were fucking bareback and she remembered she hadn't taken her pills for the past couple of days. She tried to push him away, but as another inch made its way into her pussy and the pleasure level went up another notch, any thoughts that pregnancy might result were forgotten and she was fast losing any desire to end the fuck.

Her pussy was now becoming saturated with pleasure-induced lubricant and the size of this black boy's cock was no longer an issue as he steadily got into a fucking rhythm. It was a totally new experience for her to be so completely filled and although she knew she ought get him to stop and put a condom on, the thought of him withdrawing that beautiful cock and spoiling the bliss she was feeling over-rode what would have been a commonsense decision. Indeed, she double-downed and hissed in his ear to 'fuck harder' in the hope he would fill her up more.

Peter was similarly feeling delight as he witnessed what was one of his ultimate fantasies being made real in front of him. Previously, he had never believed for one moment that this scenario could ever occur in his mundane existence but figured it had come about and was all due to his dutiful wife doing what he, the alpha male, had expected her to do. He also had fleeting thoughts about the black boy fucking his wife bareback and the risks involved but he dismissed those when he recalled seeing her contraceptive pills in her toilet bag.

However, that thought of her becoming pregnant was another part of his fantasies and his stroking hand stroked a little faster and tipped him over the edge; his cock erupted with a spurt of cum that almost hit his wife and her black lover who were both moaning with ecstasy on the blanket before him. He closed his eyes and kept stroking his cock as more and more cum shot out and soaked into the sand.

Pam felt her husband's cum splash onto her body but gave no sign other than her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt the rest of the black boy's cock invade her body and for his balls to slap against her bum. Never before had she felt anything so big in her pussy before as she succumbed to the feeling and with each thrust her body was racked with orgasm after orgasm. She felt his cock spasm and opened her eyes as she felt the first shot of cum erupt inside her; she looked down as he began to withdraw and in the process several more pulses of cum shoot onto her gaping vagina and up onto her stomach and at that moment Pam felt a moment of complete satisfaction coupled to a realisation of what had so far been missing from her marriage.

She had never been fucked that way in her brief marriage with Peter and she wasn't sure how she should react to this stranger. She looked up at Peter who was still standing, dumbstruck, with his deflated cock dribbling cum onto the sand, she turned her head to the other side and the two other watchers were continuing to sport and stroke their erections. If she could have read their minds it would be to hear that they harboured a hope that after black boy had departed the scene that they might get a turn. They were disappointed when instead of showing signs of wanting more that she started running her hands over the black boy's back to show her appreciation for the fucking he had given her and that she was already satiated.

The black boy pulled out completely and his cock flopped onto her tummy and he smiled when her face indicated she was well satisfied and recalled what his father had told him about making sure '.. to leave dem white wimmen satisfied'.

He carefully raised himself up and his wet dribbling cock traced a path down her equally wet pussy as he lifted up onto his knees. She shuddered at the touch of his slowly leaking cock as it rubbed against her protruding clit but otherwise did not move, still trying to catch her breath as she laid spread-eagled on the blanket.

Peter had backed away from the blanket knowing that the black boy had shot his cum into his wife but comforted by the thought that her contraceptive pills had accompanied them on their honeymoon. He was still caressing his now deflated cock but having just witnessed this young boy thoroughly satisfy his new wife ('much better than he could', he was forced to admit to himself) in his jumbled mind this was a justification and an example of him being a considerate husband.

Pam slowly ran her hands over the black boy's back, she whispered loud enough for him to hear, "That was fucking fantastic!"

That was what the black boy was hoping for, that he had provided satisfaction. His response to her as his cock began to regain some of its firmness was short and sweet, "20 Euros."

"What?"

"20 Euros... for de blanket, You must give me 20 Euros."

She looked across to her husband who was still holding his cock; Peter looked equally confused as he grasped the reality that this young man had no real interest in his wife other than providing a convincing selling pitch for his beach throws.

The black boy stood up, retrieved his kaftan and draped the remainder of his stock of blankets over his shoulder and held out his hand to take the note that Peter had found in his backpack.

Transaction completed, the black boy wandered off to find other customers for his 'goods'. He was followed at a discrete distance by the two voyeurs who had in their own way enjoyed watching his performance and, as always, hoping that the next sales pitch would somehow involve them more than just standing by wanking their cocks.

Peter and Pam were left in a state of utter confusion as to what had just happened (correction: so easily happened). In a short space of time they had both had their most innermost and secret fantasies fulfilled and each was under the impression that they had somehow, personally, engineered the situation. However, neither admitted that to the other or took responsibility, rather they just accepted that they had found a whole new way of getting satisfaction and knew that married life would never be the same again.

They gathered up their things (including the new blanket) and returned to the hotel where Pam figured that she needed to reaffirm that Peter, despite his shortcomings, was the only love in her life. To do so, once they had gotten back to their room, she gave Peter a sucking to help him take his mind off that afternoon fucking she had received in the dunes.

Peter, responded and once she had got him hard, she lay back on the bed and invited him to fuck her 'just like that black boy did'. Peter knew it was a tough call for him to be climaxing so soon after his own orgasm earlier on the beach but he did as she asked and pushed his stiff dick into her still wet pussy knowing just why it was so wet. It felt good and he quickly got into the rhythm and soon added his own sperm to that which was floating around within her ravaged cunt. (Knowing he was most probably having a hard time cumming for a second time, she faked having an orgasm to make him feel like he was the man again!)

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They did not see the young black boy again but that was not a problem for there were others who patrolled the beach. Over the remainder of their honeymoon they returned to the dunes and there they 'purchased various goods' from the itinerant sellers. Pam gladly accepted offers of having Aloe Vera sun lotion being applied by black hands to her back knowing that she would be asked to 'turn over lady' and for the lotion to be massaged into her breasts and stiffened nipples; for the lotion to be dribbled onto the seller's cock and for her to be invited to similarly rub the slick cream around and over the stiffening penis. She didn't need to look at her masturbating husband to know that it was inevitable that once the seller's cock had been bought to perfection that she would soon receive another delightful fucking by a black cock and that, as previous, there would be those other white guys standing around observing the 'sales pitch'.

So it was that over the remainder of their Canary Island honeymoon that in addition to the blanket, on a daily basis bottles of sun screen, an air mattress, two pairs of sunglasses and an inflatable ball were purchased from different beach sellers with each transaction concluding with the introduction of another black cock into Pam's, by now, insatiable pussy.

She no longer looked toward her husband for any indications of his approval whenever a seller hove into view, they both knew that, in their own way, they were about to receive gratification, her being fucked by another black cock; him by being a witness alongside other voyeurs to seeing his wife being so used. (Peter had another pleasurable line of thought, as he stood there wanking he would also be anticipating when they later got back to their hotel he would have the enjoyment of fulfilling another of his fantasies, fucking a well-used cunt filled with another man's cum.)

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The honeymoon came to an end and the happy couple packed their bags (which included the packet of Antihistamine tablets that Peter thought to be Contraceptive pills) and returned home to begin their married life full of memories of a time well-spent in the dunes of Maspalomas. Both sets of Parent-in-Laws were most interested to hear how their holiday in the sunshine had worked out and they were all gratified to learn that the newlyweds had had a 'nice time' and that the recommendation of a holiday in the Canary Islands had been so well-received. Of course, neither of them went into too much detail of what they had been doing other than admitting to 'just lazing around on the beach and mostly sunbathing'. (Both Peter and Pam had become very adept at making up stories to explain away their somewhat secretive behaviour toward their parents.)

It was a couple of months later that Pam after missing her period suspected that the error of leaving her contraceptive pills at home when they went off on their honeymoon may be responsible the interruption in her regular cycle. A home test kit confirmed her suspicions and thereafter Peter and Pam over the next few months watched with great interest her steadily swelling belly and speculated who the child would look like.

The pair of them enjoyed Pam being pregnant not least of which for Peter that Pam's breasts finally began to fill out and that her nipples became even more prominent. For Pam's part she enjoyed the increased sensitivity and liked it when Peter kissed and pretended to suckle at her bosom; she really looked forward to when she would be doing it for real with her own baby.

Right on schedule, as had been predicted, a beautiful baby boy was born and the attending midwife made no reference (other than raising a querulous eyebrow) to the child being black, well, not completely black, more mixed race-ish, to two white parents.

Peter and Pam were not so surprised. Indeed, knowing how much black cum had been impregnated into her, they would not have expected anything else. Their only dilemma was coming up with a plausible excuse for the obvious difference in skin pigment when the birth would be officially announced and the baby revealed to friends and family.