A White Husband's Fantasybyrich0524©
There have been many studies on male penis size. Most studies refute the myth that African males have a larger penis than their Caucasian counterpart. One widely accepted study involved 2400 males and the average penis size was 6.2". The major discrepancy was only 59 black males participated. Most people have a tendency to lie on a survey. The only foolproof survey would be a hands-on measurement with an equal number of racial participants. The black men I have seen during the Military and later in showers at the workplace, make me believe the surveys are a crock of shit. Regardless, this story is about a well endowed black male and a small pussy. What? You want a story of a little white dick and a big black pussy? Go to Perverts R' Us!
Twenty-eight year old Bob Zimmerman was married to the most wonderful girl in the world, so why wasn't he the happiest? He knew it was all his fault, but what was he to do about it? Bob felt he would never be happy until his fantasy was fulfilled. For many years, he had been on the computer browsing adult websites, particularly interracial sites. He had looked at white studs and their women, but without any interest whatsoever. His fantasy was to see Lori with a well hung black man, the bigger the better. Every evening, he was searching and reading stories of monster black cocks fucking a virgin white pussy. Every wife seemed reluctant, but soon came to crave her lovers black cock. Not only did Bob want to see his wife ravished, he wanted to lick and clean her pussy afterward. He dreamed of sticking his six inch dick into her well fucked cunt. He had learned not to bring up the subject of her fucking another man, but the fantasy was constantly with him.
Lately, it had become difficult to get an erection without first looking at photos of black and white sex acts. Naturally, all the pictures were of gigantic black cocks forcing themselves into a pussy, often too small to accommodate them. Still, every woman learned to love it and begged for more.
Lori Zimmerman was twenty-three and had married Bob when she was eighteen. She was five-four and didn't weigh much more than one hundred pounds. Her body was still young and firm, with sensitive pointy breasts, a narrow waist and hips that seemed too large for her small frame. She loved Bob dearly, except for his wanting her to fuck a black man. He hadn't brought up the subject since she had screamed at him for being a pervert. By looking at his recent searches on Google, she knew he hadn't given up on her finally giving in to his sick demands.
Lori had made a couple of concessions just to keep him happy. She no longer wore a bra or panties whenever they went out in the evening. She had absolutely refused to wear skirts that were so short, she couldn't bend over without showing her ass. A blouse was different, since anyone could see her nipples pressing against the fabric. Still, they weren't so thin as to be lewd. Another thing she let him do was talk dirty during sex. It excited him to ask her if she liked his big black cock. Sometimes, she would tell him to fuck her harder with his monster. Almost always, he would cum immediately after her words.
Bob had been reading blogs from drunkslutwives.com and decided to try and get Lori drunk enough to loosen her up. Maybe, lowering her inhibitions was what he needed to do. Dinner, a few drinks and dancing at a popular club might do the trick.
Bob never believed the differences between reality and fantasy were like daylight and dark. Bob was about to create a situation in which there was no return. One in which, he would be sorry for the rest of his life. How many women would believe their husbands truly loved them and allowed another man to fuck them? How many wives would still love and respect their husband, after he had licked and sucked another mans' cum from their pussy? The stage was set for him becoming a cuckold forever and playing second fiddle to another man.
Bob had put an ad in the personals of Literotica.com, requesting his desire of talking to black men in the area of Memphis. Receiving dozens of replies, he insisted on pictures or they would not get an answer. Even then, there were many interested men but few he would feel comfortable with. Explaining the situation with two likely candidates, only one was still interested. The black stud's name was Todd, about Bob's age, good-looking, with a shaved head, but more important, sporting a nine or ten inch cock standing almost straight up.
Bob was hooked and sent photos of himself and Lori. He explained his idea of getting Lori high and allowing his new friend to seduce her. Getting carried away, Bob told of Lori not wearing panties or bra. Revealing his desire to watch and clean her afterward added to the icing on the cake. Todd told him of a club and arranged to meet the couple about ten the following Friday night.
Friday afternoon, Bob was nervous and excited at the same time. Not believing he was really going to try and get Lori fucked without her permission, scared him to death. "Honey, what say we go out tonight? How does dinner, a few drinks and a couple of dances sound? I heard about this club that is supposed to be really cool."
"Really? We haven't been out in ages. It's about time you took me dancing." Lori innocently exclaimed.
After sharing a bottle of wine with dinner, Lori was more relaxed and ready for an enjoyable evening with her loving husband. The night would be perfect if Bob fucked her silly before going to sleep.
Following Todd's directions, Bob finally arrived at his destination. This was a new part of the city to him and wasn't in the best neighborhood. With quite a few vehicles in the parking lot, it seemed to be a popular hang-out. Upon entering, their eyes had to adjust to the darkness. Finally, they could see the only light was coming from globes containing candles. They were hanging from the ceiling and each table had one of the flickering lights. It crossed Bob's mind that it was a way to cover up the cracking paint.
Trying to choose a table, they saw a couple leave a corner booth and immediately headed toward it. Bob was thinking the large curved booth would be perfect, if Lori allowed Todd to join them. If he could arrange for Lori to sit on the inside, she would be accessible from either direction. So far, everything was falling into place for his lovely wife to be seduced.
Lori was looking around the club, trying to see what kind of clientele this place catered to. She was surprised to see many of the couples were black or Hispanic. All the single men seemed to be sitting at the bar. The band was on a break, but couples were dancing to canned music. Bob ordered a Bud Lite and when she asked for a Black Russian, he smiled from ear to ear. Now, why would that please him so much? And how did he hear about this out of the way place? Something was fishy here and she decided to give him enough rope to hang himself. She sipped her drink as she tried to figure out what he had in that pea brain of his.
The band came back while they were on their second drink. "Well, you brought me dancing, so let's get at it." Lori said.
When the first dance ended, they stayed on the floor until the music began again. There were about a dozen half drunk couples bumping and grinding like crazy. Lori and Bob got separated at one point and she found herself opposite a young, good-looking black male. When she looked into his face, he winked at her. Turning again, she found Bob was behind her and smiling over her shoulder. She wanted to continue dancing, but Bob signaled he was going to the booth. Thinking, what the Hell, I don't need a partner, she never missed a beat. Later, she noticed the same black man always in her area. He would come close, then back off before she became alarmed.
The music stopped and before she could leave the floor, the same black person blocked her. "You're a wonderful dancer. Will you do me the honor of letting me have the next one?" He asked.
"Well, okay, I guess. My husband is waiting, but he shouldn't mind just one more." Lori answered.
To Lori's surprise, it was a slow, romantic song. Taking her in his arms, he said. "My name is Todd and you have just made me a very happy man. I come here often, but I've never had the pleasure of seeing you before."
"I'm Lori and this is the first time my husband and I have been here. I love to dance, but I have to drag him onto the floor." She answered. She had placed both hands on his upper arms and could feel the muscles rippling under his shirt. His hands were on her waist guiding her smoothly through the steps. Without realizing it had happened, one of his arms had encircled her waist and the other was clasping her butt. She found herself pulled closely against his body. She discovered trying to push herself away was useless since he was so much stronger. Not wanting to make a scene, she relaxed and let him lead her.
Todd could feel Lori accepting the situation and her submission sent currents of pleasure rushing toward his crotch. His cock was beginning to throb and grow. He knew if he played his cards right, he would get between those legs in the most obscene way. Todd could never understand why a husband wanted his wife to fuck a black man. Thank God, they did!
Lori became aware of something poking her lower belly. At first, she thought he had something in his pocket. It hit her what it was! Oh My God! His penis! His very large penis! She almost died from shame, knowing she was letting a man rub his dick against her body. At the same time, she was excited by the thought her body had the power to affect a strange man. She was still held firmly and struggle was useless.
Knowing what she was feeling, Todd whispered in her ear. "I'm very sorry, but you are so sexy. My mind tried to prevent that happening, but my body betrayed me. Will you do me a great favor? When the music stops, walk in front of me back to your booth. I'm so sorry this happened! I shouldn't have held you this close!"
Lori thought he was truly sorry and it had been unintentional. Smiling weakly, she agreed. "Okay, you got away with it this time! Don't let my husband see that bulge in your pants, though. He wouldn't understand."
Following close behind her, Todd slid into the seat right beside Lori. Bob glanced at them with a questioning look, then looked more closely. Lori's face seemed flushed. It took a moment, but he recognized Todd from his picture. How had she met Todd?
"Honey, this gentleman is Todd. Todd, this is my husband, Bob. Todd was feeling dizzy from twirling me around and needs to sit here a few minutes." Lori lied. Glancing down, she could see the bulge in his tented trousers.
"Glad to meet you Bob. Your wife is a great dancer. Is it okay if I have my drink brought from the bar? Can I buy you and your wife another?
"The answer is yes to both questions." Answered Bob. This would make the fifth beer he had consumed, and after the wine at the restaurant, Bob was feeling no pain. Neither he nor Lori were habitual drinkers.
Bob slowly sipped his beer while Todd and Lori made small talk. He was determined to see how far Todd could actually go. This is what he had wanted for years, but still felt a pang of jealousy.
Lori seemed nervous and practically gulped her Black Russian. Todd had hardly touched his drink and noticing Lori's glass empty, refilled it from his own glass. With her taste buds already getting numb, she hardly noticed the difference in drinks. She was now drinking a Zombie without realizing how potent it really was.
A short time later, it seemed to Lori that Todd was sitting closer and his leg was pressed against hers. She couldn't remember when it first happened, but his hand would squeeze her leg whenever he was making a point during their conversation. Now, his big hand was resting on her thigh and his fingers seemed to be massaging her flesh. She knew she must move it, but it was comfortable and relaxing. Her body was weak and a strange excitement held her in thrall. Glancing over at Bob, she saw he was not aware his wife had a strange man's hand on her leg.
Lori gave a small gasp when she felt Todd's fingers on her bare flesh. His moving fingers had been slowly raising her skirt! His hand was now only inches from her pussy! Without attracting attention, she tried removing his hand, but it was impossible. Attempting to move away from him proved useless. She thought of screaming or causing a scene, but was too embarrassed. In a club like this, nobody would care what happened to a white woman without panties. She would probably be blamed for leading him on.
Bob and Todd were arguing about who had the best football team this year. Above the table top, everything was so damn normal. The tips of Todd's fingers were now touching her trimmed pussy hairs. Another inch and he would be at her clitoris! Pressing her back against the booth didn't help. She was getting desperate for some way to escape. Too late! His finger for lightly stroking her sensitive clit. Wiggling her ass and pulling his hand was a waste of energy. She never realized how dizzy she was until she tried moving. Lord! She was drunk and didn't have the strength of a baby.
Lori was thinking. What was wrong with Bob? Why couldn't he see she was uncomfortable and something was wrong? How could he be so blind? With a sigh of resignation, Lori lowered her head and watched as one of Todd's big fingers entered her puffy pussy lips. Stimulating her clit and finger fucking her pussy at the same time, caused Lori to get soaking wet. She could have died from embarrassment! Being drunk is the only thing that kept her from screaming as loud as possible. Alcohol blurred her judgment, as well as her vision.
Lori was warming toward a climax, when Bob finally said, "I'm getting drunk and have to drive. I think we better head for home. Let's call it a night. Maybe, we can get together some other time."
Thank God, At Last! Lori thought. Todd had two fingers inside her pussy and was using his thumb on her throbbing clitoris. Another minute and she would have a huge climax. She knew there was nothing she could do to keep from groaning when it happened.
Leaning on and supporting each other, they passed the restrooms on the way to the door. At almost the same time, Lori and Bob exclaimed. "I gotta go!"
Todd entered the toilet with Bob. As they used the urinal, Todd said, "I'm going to follow you home. You can say you invited me for one more drink. We'll see what happens after that. That okay with you?"
Bob had a buzz on, but not really drunk. He knew Lori was drunk as a skunk and he might never have this opportunity again. He couldn't help but see Todd's long thick cock. The thought of that monster stretching her pussy and then shooting huge gobs of cum deep inside her body caused him to agree.
In the car, Lori immediately passed out and Bob silently drove home, while watching Todd's headlights following close behind. Todd was practically sober and he was the one who carried Lori inside. Depositing her on the king size bed, he began undressing her by pulling her skirt down her legs.
"Wait a minute! Wait just a damn minute! You're not going to fuck her when she's passed out!" Bob yelled angrily.
"I have no intention of fucking her when she doesn't know what she's getting!" Todd growled. "I want her to feel every inch as it's forced into her tight pussy. You want to fuck her one last time? If so, you better do it now. Later, after I've stretched that little cunt, all you'll ever get is very loose, sloppy seconds."
"No. I couldn't fuck her when she's like this. It would be like fucking the dead. Besides, we'll still be married and her pussy will eventually shrink to it's normal size." Bob answered.
"Sure it will, as long as it's not stretched over and over." Todd suggested evilly. "How do you know this will be a one time thing? She may think differently, you know."
"I don't believe she will. Anyway, what happens now?" Asked Bob.
"Let's go make some coffee and watch television for a couple of hours. We'll give some of the alcohol time to wear off, then I'll show you how to wake her and get this show on the road." Laughed Todd.
"How am I going to watch without her knowing? When she finds out I set this up, she'll divorce me. This was a dirty trick to play on her. I'm sorry I ever got myself into this mess." Bob moaned.
"The light in the hallway gives plenty of light on the bed, while leaving the rest of the room in shadow. You can sit on the floor at the foot of the bed. Don't worry! She will be too busy to look around for you." Todd explained. Todd wondered why he always got these sorry assed husbands. They want to experience their idiotic fantasy, then when reality hits them, they want to back out. Stupid fucking wimps!
Later, with the television turned low, Todd heard Lori moving around. Probably waking up cold because they hadn't covered her. "Come on! Time to get this show on the road." Todd said.
Nervously, Bob got into position as Todd lay beside Lori. Todd began lightly stroking Lori's body, from her breasts, down her stomach and to her thighs. Not getting any reaction, he placed his mouth over one of her small firm breasts, gently sucking the berry size nipple. His hand was circling her pussy mound, without any penetration, but still exciting her clitoris. When a low moan escaped her lips, he was was taking turns sucking and nibbling first one breast and then the other. Both nipples were very erect, and his ministrations had caused little goosebumps within the aureoles. His tongue worked over them lovingly. Before she came fully awake, he slid down her body toward her most prized possession.
Lori was having the most delicious dream! Her loving husband was finally making love to her body. He had sucked her sensitive breasts and was now kissing her yearning pussy. Wanting more, she arched her body toward his tongue. Feeling her puffy lips spread, his tongue found the warm wet spot that was her pussy. He was moving his tongue slightly inside and licking her already wet channel, then back to excite her sensitive love bud. After each thrust inside, he would again circle her erect nubbin'. Now, she knew it was all a wonderful dream! Bob never enjoyed eating her, and he certainly had never done it with such enthusiasm.
Todd was immensely pleased with himself and the effect his tongue was having on this young wife. Her hips were moving now and he could hear her moaning almost continuously. He knew she wasn't fully awake yet, or, she would know it wasn't her husband eating her delicious cunt. He was taking long, sensuous licks over her sensitive flesh. Placing his lips over Lori's pussy, he sucked on her sweet pussy, while fucking her with his tongue. Feeling her vaginal walls spasm around his tongue, he knew he must stop before she climaxed. He wanted her hot and ready for his throbbing pole.
Reluctantly leaving her wet and ready pussy, Todd licked and kissed his way toward Lori's breasts. His throbbing, hot cock slid along her thigh and to the wide open vulva. Without ever touching his dick, the large mushroom head lodged in the slick opening of her pussy. He knew as slick as she was, it was still going to take more pressure than he was applying.
The shock of the tongue leaving her near climaxing pussy, brought Lori fully awake. Opening her eyes brought her nose to nose with a black face! "Who...What..are you? Who are you? Todd?...Todd?" Lori stammered. "Is that you? What in God's name are you trying to do? Turn me loose this minute, before I scream!
She tried to struggle and squirm her way from under his body, and found she was securely pinned beneath him. Her upper arms were pressed tightly against her sides, and at the same time, he had a firm grip on each shoulder. She couldn't move upward, nor sideways, and suddenly discovered there was a blunt object at her pussy entrance. Her struggles were forcing it inside her. Instantly, she ceased moving around.