The Perils of Greggie-Poo Ch. 01

The Perils of Greggie-Poo #1: "Mishi's Dark Lust"

(Note: these events follow from those in the series "The Misadventures of Mishi")

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My wife, Mishi, is a petite 5'6", 100 lb., natural blonde. The trusses of her hair reach just below her ears. Her breasts are perky and stand out at a slightly up-thrust angle, her stomach is flat, and she's got a round, tight ass. Her thighs are set apart a little giving her pelvis structure a real fuck me look. She keeps herself fit at the YWCA swimming, and we like to cycle.

One day I was looking for some papers I had misplaced and was rummaging through her night stand when I discovered a big black vibrator and an illustrated fuck book about white women with black men.

I was going to simply put them away as if nothing happened, but she walked in while I was examining them. I found myself apologizing for getting into her "private things". After a very uncomfortable silence I finally said, "I guess I am little shocked that you're interested in such things. Can we talk about it?"

Her bluntness shocked me. After several seconds of silence she took a breath and said, "OK, I want to fuck a black man! There I said it! I hope it's not the end of our marriage, but, yes, I want to be a total slut with a big, hung, black stud who would fuck me silly!"

I was in shock, "Anyone in particular?"

"No. Just read the book!"

When I finished the book, I asked, "Wow! How much of this do you want?"

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Help me get ready, and we'll see where it goes!"

"When do you want to and how?"

"You know I'm just about to get my period and I'm the horniest then. Tomorrow's the biggest night down at IT." IT was a disco that was usually about eighty percent black. The girl in the book picked up her first black stud at a disco. IT had a reputation for being a white chick/black man pick up spot.

I re-read some of that first encounter in the book. The thought started to turn me on, so I said, "Well, I don't mind if you do it ... but, can I watch?"

"NO, this is just for me. I don't want any distractions from you. You can arrange a room, get me ready, take me down to IT, and then come up when it's over. But ... if every thing goes OK, and you're still agreeable, then MAYBE you to watch the next time." The next time? How's she so sure it will happen again?

The next day I was a wreck at work. Mishi called me to remind me to make the hotel reservation and then come straight home. I called the hotel and reserved a room and left work early. When I got home I asked if she still

wanted to go through with it. She said she definitely did - her pussy had been wet all day in anticipation. I said I hoped she didn't fix any dinner because my stomach was too nervous to eat. She laughed and said hers was too.

She then told me to help her get ready. First she wanted me to give her a bath. We spoke very little as I bathed her and dried her beautiful petite, perfectly proportioned body off.

When I was done, she sat on the edge of the tub and told me to get a pan of hot water, my razor with a new blade, and shaving cream. She smiled and said "the woman in the book didn't have any hair on her pussy, and I want the same thing". I always wanted her to do this before for me, but she always refused. Now, however, she was going to do it for a black man. For

the first time, I was starting to get jealous. She spread her legs wide apart giving me total access to her groin area.

My fingers started to tremble, and it took all my will power to steady my hand as I shaved her natural blonde curls from her pubic mound and around her pussy. When I was done she had me pad it dry and rub her entire groin area all over with

scented oil.

Her bald pussy turned me on so much, I told her it was beautiful and asked if I could eat her now.

"No, not now; you'll have to wait until later." The hidden meaning was subtle. I whined a little.

"OK, just one kiss though." Ignoring her wishes, I dove in aggressively, but she grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me away.

"I said you have to WAIT!"

She got up and went into the bedroom and told me to dress her. She told me what clothes to get and where to find them: a silky red evening dress, spilt up the side, beautiful sheer red hose, which had a three inch stretch hem at the top so no garter was necessary, and matching red spiked pumps. I then dressed her and added the finishing touches: gold anklet, gold

necklace, gold earrings, and several rings, including our wedding ring. Obviously excluded from the ensemble were panties and a bra. She wanted nothing but her natural lines to show on the slinky dress.

She looked stunning, a total slut! When she stood with her legs apart and pelvis forward it was obvious, to me anyway, that Mishi not only had no panties on, but also was without pubic hair.

When we checked into the hotel, she asked for two keys and gave me one. Up in the room, she gave me last minute instructions.

"We'll go in IT's separate. When I've picked out my stud, follow as far as the hotel lobby. Don't come up. Wait an hour, then use the house phone to call every fifteen minutes. I'm going to take the phone off the hook until I'm done with him. Don't come up until I answer the phone. Got it?" I nodded. Damn, she

thought this whole thing out to every little detail!

We walked to IT's and arrived at 10. The place was already jumping. I followed at a safe distance and took a seat at the bar. She turned down dances until the ultimate stud hit on her. He was maybe 6'3", looked like an athlete with nice broad shoulders and narrow hips. I was immediately intimidated and jealous. After two fast dances with a lot of touching, they sat down at a small table, then got up and did a slow dance.

His hands were all over her; he almost engulfed her small white body in his huge frame. I was already trembling inside, but a strange feeling swept over me like a wave. Back at the table they didn't sit down; they simply finished their drinks in a gulp and left with him leading her by the hand.

I made my way to the door and stayed well behind them as they made their way to the hotel. He was fondling her right on the street. As I walked into the lobby my eyes made contact with her pointing nipples, gleaming eyes, and his bulging crotch in the second it took for the elevator door to close.

It was now 10:55. The next three hours and 15 minutes where the longest of my life up to that point. I went into the bar and had a couple of drinks. It would have been very easy to have drank myself numb, but I wanted to have most of my senses for after he left.

That feeling that had sweep over me in the disco just kept building with each passing minute as I wondered what they were doing at every instant.

As directed I called the room at 1 hour - busy. At an hour and a half it was still busy. I got nervous that she might have forgotten that I was waiting for her or maybe she passed out. I went up to the room to check up on them. The sounds of love making, or should I say *fucking*, where obvious to any one in the hall. The groaning, grunting, creaking of bed or furniture

became louder and louder as I approach our room. Most of the sounds I recognized as coming from Mishi. I never heard her make sounds like that

when we had sex. It was simultaneously threatening, reassuring, and exciting.

I stood silently at the door, but I was so turned on that after a while I couldn't take it any more and returned to the bar and tried to calm

down.

At 2:10 the lobby phone rang. It was Mishi. She just wearily said, "Get up here", and hung up.

It was a long elevator ride. My heart raced. When I got to the door, the hall way was completely silent. I knocked. No answer. My hand trembled as I put the key in the door and opened it. The smell of raw sex filled my

nose as I entered.

I almost jumped out of my skin as I passed the opening to the bathroom. Her stud stood there naked, toweling himself off.

"You must be Greg. I'm Luke." He offered his hand. I took it weakly as I stared blatantly at his cock. Jesus Christ! Even limp after all the fucking, it was longer than mine is when hard, and much bigger around. I'd never seen a limp cock so big; it seemed to hang half way down to his knees!

"Where's M..Mishi?" I stammered.

"Oh, she's still in the bed. That's one hot bitch you got there! It took nearly three hours of constant fucking and sucking to satisfy her."

I couldn't believe that. Mishi and I rarely fucked for more than a half hour and she never complained. And even if she did, I doubt I could have kept going. Three hours? Is that possible?

I turned and walked into the room. I scanned the whole scene, taking it all in. From the look, and smell, of things, you'd have thought the room had just been used by a orgy of 10 people. The bed covers and sheets were

off both double beds, leaving the mattresses bare.

I then saw that Mishi was in the bed that was pulled away from its headboard on the wall. It was adjacent to a mirrored wall, and I could see her reflection in it. Mishi was laying on her back with her head angled to the side. Two pillows propped up her feet, which made her legs form in a "V" shape. They almost seemed clamped shut.

From my position at the foot of the bed, I could see straight at the crack of her bald asshole, which I had also shaved. I had never seen it like this before. It didn't even resemble the asshole I had shaven earlier that day. It was all red and swollen, and her inner assrings were open about an inch like the a toilet drain. The crack itself was full of a whitish liquid. Her asshole looked way too big to belong to a person with such a petite ass.

Then I looked at her face. She was breathing gently through her mouth. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were half-open, and she had a dreamy look as she stared at nothing in particular.

I took in the room again; images began to form in my mind as I noticed details: A ruffled pillow was draped across the arm of the over stuffed chair by the windows -- she must have been face down in the chair taking his black shaft from behind. The desk was pulled out from the wall at one end and a large bath towel was spread out on top of it, hanging off the end --

she was on her back, legs up on his shoulders as he stood driving his shiny black rod into her tight shithole.

The pile of bed sheets on the floor has a matted down area, I looked closer: there was a familiar looking diamond shaped wet spot. I looked back at the pillow over the arm of the chair; wet spot there too, and on the other bed right at the edge.

I set down on the corner of the bed that Mishi was on. "You OK?"

"Ohhhh ...yaaa!" she responded dreamily. Her lips were stained brown... obviously from her own shit which she must have sucked off Luke's huge cock.

I startled as Luke came back into the room.

"Yes sir, one hot slut! They all get excited, but I never had no white chick go so fucking nuts for my dick before!" Luke started gathering his clothes that were scattered

about.

My throat was parched; I tried to swallow but it was too dry. I looked at Mishi and saw her eyes following Luke as he moved around and dressed. The room was quiet. When Luke was done, he went over to the desk, took out a note pad and scribbled. He handed it to me.

"This is my phone number. She said you make all the arrangements and stuff and get her ready, so call me when she needs it again. I figure it'll take a week for her shithole to recover, and soon after that she'll be beggin' for more."

I just stared at him, then the piece of paper. He must have read the expression on my face, because he then said:

"Face it man, it ain't ever going to be the same with you. After tonight she won't even be able to feel your little five incher in her, and she'll be needing mine all the time to keep her satisfied."

I couldn't believe it; she told him I only have a five inch dick! She knows I've always been sensitive about the size of my penis. What else did she tell him?

"Oh," he added, "and you know that once they go black, they never go back, so I don't think you'll be getting much from her anymore. Maybe I'll let you suck my cock to get it ready for her. Hell, I might even fuck your white ass

too! It's probably as tight as that whores!"

He pushed me to the floor and pulled my mouth to his cock. I was in such shock I didn't respond. Sensing no resistance, he slid his cockhead into my mouth and began pumping my face.

My wife caught sight and moaned as she started frigging herself as her husband sucked her black lover's cock! I gagged at the taste of shit, apparently she hadn't gotten it all off.

He stopped pumping my face and paused for a second. Suddenly my mouth was filling with liquid! At first I thought he was cumming in my mouth, but it was too hot and fluid! The bastard was pissing in my mouth!

"Drink it or I fuck your white ass, faggot!"

My wife moaned as she realized what he was doing.

"Oh, GOD!!! Yes! Feed him your piss, Luke! Isn't it yummy, faggot?!"

Not wanting this monster up my ass, I drank it down as fast as I could, but he piss-stream was too strong, and it tasted of his cum, left over in his cock. I actually swallowed most of it, but some of it spilled over down my chin and soaked my white dress shirt. My wife came in

another screaming orgasm and he continued to piss in my mouth.

"Damn, you ARE a cocksucking little faggot whiteboy, aren't you" the big black man laughed

as I finished the last of his piss.

He unceremoniously yanked his cock from my

mouth making an obscene sound and caused me to burp and drool spilled out down my chin. With that he started laughing and slapped me on the back as he zipped up.

"Don't worry, faggot, I'll be back for your ass tomorrow night... you'll get your fill of black dick and nigga seed tomorrow... and don't eat nothin', cuz I'm gonna fill you up with cum, piss and shit- just like your whore wife!"

He turned and headed for the door. As he did, Mishi looked me right in the eye -- no shame, no guilt, just wantonness. I knew then that what he said was true.

The door closed and he was gone. I looked closer at her body as she studied my face. Mishi had dried juices down the inside of her thighs in a couple of directions, both centering on her asshole. It was not only gaping open and pooled with cum inside, but the crack of her ass and outer shithole assrings had junks of whitish jelly clinging to the folds. Her thighs were red

inside, her hips where red, her tits looked like they had been mauled, and they had dried juice crusting on them. I moved up to stroke her hair, it had dried cakes of cum in it, ratting her messy hair.

"Are you sure you're OK?" I queried. She nodded yes.

I asked, "Do you still love me?"

"Oh God, yes! More than ever for being such a good faggot cuckold for Luke. But do you still love ME?" This was the first sentence I heard her utter, and her voice was raw, as if she had a cold or sore throat.

"Yes, of course I do," I replied.

"Then kiss me." I leaned over slowly. She reached up and pulled my face to hers. It was a long, gentle, passionate kiss. She tasted funny. I could taste him; it was his cum, I knew that. Her mouth was soft and giving, she explored my mouth with her tongue and pushed it against around mine. I liked that and was surprised because she usually didn't do that.

"You know you're going to have to tell me every detail! Did you suck him?"

I had to know. She almost never sucks on my dick because she claims it makes her choke. Luke's should have strangled her.

"Of course. Why do you think my voice is so hoarse?"

"I figured it was from all the yelling and screaming I heard you make."

"Well, I guess that had something to do with it too."

"Did he cum in your mouth?"

"Yes, twice." Damn, on the rare occasions that she did give me a blow job, she always made me pull out and cum over my hand.

"Did you swallow his cum?"

"Yes, completely the first time, except for a few dribbles; he got real sloppy the second time though. I swallowed half of it, but then he pulled out and shot it all over my face, tits, hair -- he shot out like a fucking fire-hose!"

I couldn't believe this; she always claimed she hated the taste of sperm and would never let me pull out and cum on her face! Was this the same woman I'd been married to all these years? While I had a hard-on practically all night, it was throbbing in my pants now. I felt like I was

going to cum in them soon if I didn't take them off to relieve the friction.

Without any prompting from me, she went on. "The first blowjob I gave him, he must produced a pint of sperm. You know the times I've swallowed your cum, its never taken more than one swallow. Usually I can hold your whole

load in my mouth without swallowing. But with him, I swear I had to swallow four or five times, and I still choked and dribbled some."

What the hell was she talking about ... "the times I've swallowed your cum"? That was a long time ago when were still dating. Since we got

married, she steadfastly refused to swallow my cum.

I stewed over that one for a moment then asked "Did he eat your pussy?"

"A little bit. The second time I sucked him off we were sixty-nining. He had fucked me for maybe 20 minutes by then, but hadn't cum yet in my cunt. I begged him to cum in my mouth again; I just couldn't get enough of it."

"So, how many times did you cum?"

"Oh God, I lost count somewhere around seven; after that it was like one long high! Believe it or not the first small one happened while I was sucked him the first time! The excitement of his squirts hitting the back of

my throat got me off! Then the first big one --oh my god-- the first anal orgasm in my life -- took about one minute of his cock ...and it

wasn't even all the way in!"

In all seriousness, I stated, "You know all of this is giving me an inferiority complex."

"So, is that why you have a big hard-on?" she teased. Her response indicated that she either thought I was joking or didn't care. She paused.

"I'm sorry, but Luke made me realize that I never had a real orgasm with you. I thought I did, but I never experienced anything with you like I did with him." She looked at me,

waiting for a response. "Do you understand?"

"Well, I guess so. He must have been hung like a horse, but I only saw him limp. How big was he hard?"

"At least 12 inches ... at least. He said 12 and 1/2, but it seemed bigger. More than twice as long as yours. And big around, shit!" Mishi made an open circle with her finger indicating she couldn't get her hand closed

around it, at least an inch shy.

"How much of that did you take, it's obvious his width opened you up?" We both glanced at the mirrored wall at her still gaping butthole.

"Orally, only about half, maybe six inches." I'm thinking that means she could take all of me, but she never really tried to take it all. Then Mishi stretched her arms around my head and smiled real big. She slowly pulled me

toward her mouth for a kiss.

"My asshole took the whole fucking thing!" Boy, was she proud of herself.

"WOW! This I gotta see: My little 100 lb. Mishi, taking that thing all the way!"

"Maybe, next time ... if you're lucky," she responded.

"So, what was your favorite part?"

"The first time he fucked me and got it all the way in. It took a while, but when it finally sunk all the way in ... oh, I just can't describe the feeling. Then later when he carried me around on his cock ..."

"Did what?" I interrupted.

"Well, once when we took a break for a drink and pee -- he let me hold it while he pissed a gallon -- right in my mouth- it tastes so good! Of course, you know that, too... we ended up fucking with me on the counter in the bathroom. He picked me up and carried me around with his hands on my thighs, my arms around his neck