My name is Daniel, I am 42 and a divorced dad with sole custody of my daughter, her name is Kim, and she’s now a senior in high school, we live in Southern California.

Her mother and I divorced when she was 5, at first her mother had custody, but after a long court battle, custody was awarded to me when she turned 7.

There were supposedly many reasons for our divorce, but actually I think it was just one, you see my ex-wife became a born again Christian, and I did not. After that we were so different that we couldn’t agree on anything. It was as if I was living with a total stranger, our biggest fights were about sex and lifestyles.

When I first met Christine my ex-wife, a large part of what drew us close was that she was so sexually adventurous and was willing to try anything. My biggest sexual turn on has always been exhibitionist women and Christine was more than willing to fulfill most of my requests. We became naturists not because we thought it was healthier lifestyle but mostly to show Christine off, both Christine and I would spend at lot of our time nude around the house or whenever we could get away to Blacks Beach in San Diego or the Bluffs in Palos Verdes, but it was much more exciting for me to see her exposing herself in places where she wasn’t supposed to be nude. I remember that in 1985, a couple of years before Kim was born, Christine would be the only woman on the beach wearing g-string bikinis, at that time the t-backs were the most daring and you would rarely see anybody wearing one of those and yet my wife would walk around the beach with her ass completely exposed like if nothing was out of the ordinary. Sometimes if we could get away during the week we would go to Long Beach and go to the Belmont Shore beach which is not patrolled by cops or lifeguards during weekdays and she would sunbathed either nude or topless to the delight of some of the men that were there. Even though its popular now, way back then she would be the only woman I knew that had a completely shaved pussy, this would cause stares even in the nude resorts we visited but much more at Long Beach a place where many marines and sailors used to jog.

After she became born-again, she would no longer wear her extra short short skirts, she wouldn’t dance with strangers at the clubs like she used to, she no longer wanted to drink, and completely unlike her, our sex was no longer loud and full of obscene language like she always liked it, but it became the missionary position only and then farther and farther apart until it became almost non existent. Even though Kim was only 4 at the time, Christine became upset if I walked around naked around her as she no longer accepted our naturist lifestyle.

All her bible reading and Christian teaching though didn’t stop her from having and affair with a guy that was studying to become a minister and then announcing to me she would marry him and follow him to South America where he was going to be a missionary for a few years. The asshole was a strict disciplinarian and began to try to take the place of dad, and he and Christine would often beat Kim as part of their “spare the rod spoil the child routine“. This bothered me extremely as I never believed in corporal punishment. Kim did not like her stepfather and became depressed, and at one court hearing she told the judge about the beatings and also told her about wanting to live with me because she felt safer, I guess the judge also took into account that my wife was going to be moving to another country and granted me custody of Kim.

Kim and I began our new life together without her mother who soon after leaving the US lost all contact with us. I brought Kim up as a naturist to which she took took right away and felt totally comfortable being naked around me and other people when we went to the resorts. However that began to change when she started developing and she then became reserved and she would no longer accompany me to the nude resorts or even be naked around me at all. I never pushed her into anything she didn’t want to do.

The main reason for her change I guess was due to the fact that she had always been a chubby child and when she reached her teens she became self conscious about it and felt really ugly, no matter how I tried to tell her she was beautiful she felt ugly and fat, to top it off, we live in an affluent coastal city in Orange County where how you look and what you drive really defines you, so a lot of the more popular girls in school would ignore or even make fun of Kim.

Kim dreaded starting High School and frankly her first year there was hell, luckily I was able to convince her to join the softball team and things began to change drastically for her after that. She lost weight became more confident and suddenly she started getting phone calls and would spend time outside the house after school with her friends instead of at home eating, she also started dressing different, more sexy and started wearing make-up. I knew that she was seeing a boy but played stupid because I was happy to see her happy for a change, however. I was shocked and angry to find out later that the boy she was seeing was a black senior that was a football player. That brought a lot of fights between she and I, and well to make a long story short, I finally accepted her choice in dating because one, she was happy and two I could not stop her and I didn’t’ want her to keep sneaking off to see him because I never knew where she really was or with whom.

Well that was a long time ago, she is now a senior in high school, is a popular cheerleader, and has never dated a white boy, but has dated and fucked just about every black kid in her school and she is happier than ever and since I have accept her we are now a lot closer than most parents could dreamed of.

Last summer, she had gone out on date with a black friend of hers. I had been watching TV so I ended up taking our dog out for a walk late, when I came back I noticed her date’s car parked on the street close to the entrance to our townhouse complex I didn’t think anything of it since a lot of times the guest parking is full and you have no choice but to park on the street.

When I walked by his car I noticed Eric on the front and then I saw Kim had her head buried on his lap and was giving him a hell of a blow job, and Eric was fondling her all over , he had her shirt pulled up and had her tits out. Kim was so into it, she never knew I saw her but I know Eric saw me and when he did he grabbed one of the tits and really squeezed it, he then put his hand inside her low rise jeans and began to squeeze her ass, he pulled her jeans down and it was obvious he was finger fucking her.

I was embarrassed when I realized I had been standing by the car for a few minutes so I pulled myself together and kept on walking towards out townhouse. I looked back thinking that anyone of our neighbors that was walking at that time would have seen my daughter half naked with her mouth full of black cock, I mean they all know she dates blacks but seeing her like that would’ve been something.

I was kind of disgusted with myself when I realized that the thought of that happening didn’t bother me but in fact excited me.

After I had been home for about 25 minutes, Eric and Kim walked in, she gave him something to drink but he didn’t stay because it was a school night and it was already late. Kim hugged him and tried to kiss him goodnight but he turned his head and told her not to be kissing him on the lips because who knows where her mouth it’s been, he looked at me when he said it, Kim acted offended and playfully hit him on the shoulder, he then left.

Kim came into the kitchen where I was, and said goodnight daddy, and was getting ready to kiss me, I gently grabbed her shoulders and held her back a little, and told her that I shouldn’t be kissing her either because I knew her mouth had been. She looked at me kind of puzzled, so I told her that I had been out walking Sheba and seen what she had been doing to Eric in his car. Kim was kind of embarrassed and looked down, I pulled her to me and kissed her forehead and told her “ Oh come on munchkin, you know I love you more than anything…even if your are a little slut ” she shook her head and roll her eyes like she does, but hugged me and told me she loved me too.

I know that some people might be offended by the way I treat her and allow her to date her choice of guys, but if you were so opposed to this I don’t think you would be here.

I would love to hear from other parents that might be experiencing the same thing as far as their daughters dating blacks or the couples in which the wife fucks blacks, if they have daughters how would they react if they started dating blacks?

By the way she is now senior and is over 18.

Sidney, ( he doesn't like being called "Sid"), was tall, medium build, a kind face, and genuine smile. We both liked him the minute we approached him on the street. He couldn't believe it at first and he hesitated. Considering how beautiful and sexy my wife is, our 'PARTIES-R-US' proposal probably did seem too good to be true, but we took a risk approaching him that way so he decided to take a risk too. He accepted the ride we offered and said partying with us sounded like fun. He was mourning a recent death in his family and he was pretty down in the dumps. I had a feeling some of my wife's white pussy would perk him right up and I was eager to watch her raise a lot more than his spirits. During the ride to our house, we all talked and got acquianted. I remember him saying something about being related to pro basketball player Sam Cassell...(a cousin or something). I thought that NBA stuff was really cool. When we arrived at our home, we sat and talked, snorting cocaine and sipping red wine. Before we knew it, we were all laughing and playing strip poker like teenagers.

Removing my wife's clothing cheered young Sidney up considerably. He was really impressed with her. He liked her "big white titties" as he called them. He sucked'em like a baby sucking on a pacifier and her nipples got so big it looked like they were gonna pop. He was also very impressed with her "phat white ass" as he called it. My dick got hard as a $2 cold chisel watching his dark hands roam all over her bare white behind, squeezing and fondling like it was his wife's ass he was playing with instead of mine. He went after her big breasts and her bare ass with a boldness that made her and me both hot. She really likes confident guys who go right after what they want like that and my hardon was all the evidence she needed to know that I agreed with her.

The highlight of the evening came when I told my wife how much I wanted to see her go down on Sidney and urged her to suck on his black cock. I thought he was going to pass out when she wrapped her lips around his black dick and started sucking. I'm sure it made him weak all over to see this sexy, naked, big tittied, married white woman he barely knew sucking on his black dick with her husband watching and jerking off while she did it, but you couldn't tell it from the way he responded. He fucking loved it! He grabbed her bobbing head, guiding it up and down on his suddenly rockhard cock, telling her to "suck it, whitegirl - suck my black dick!" He was really turned on, fucking her lips like he would her pussy, hunching his hips and trying to put more of his dick into her mouth. I was stroking like a wildman and getting close to an orgasm as I watched him face fucking her. He was snorting like an old plow horse and pulling at her head like he wanted to her to swallow that black dick whole. If she had not stopped sucking when she did, Sidney would have shot off in her mouth for sure. I almost shot off myself.

I wanted to cum really bad. I was really aroused and more excited than I'd ever been. I knew I could get off if he started fucking her so I asked him why he didn't just go ahead and fuck her. He thought that was an excellent idea. Before you could say "Jack Robinson", he was between my wife's legs pushing his big black salami into the hairy wetness between her soft white thighs. It was like slow motion watching that long black dick slide thru her parted labias and into the snug moistness of her glovelike vagina. Inch by inch, he pushed that big dick into her pussy until she was squirming and rolling her ass like a bitch in heat. When his heavy balls finally came to rest against the soft cheeks of her bare ass, he held his big dick buried all the way inside her for a long time. Then he told her how much he loved white pussy and started fucking his big ebony pole in and out of her pussy so fast he could have qualified for the Indy 500.

Having his big black dick buried to the balls in my wife's tight white pussy really improved Sydney's mood. He lifted her legs to improve the angle of entry and started fucking her pussy

fast and hard. "Work it, baby!" he encouraged her as he hammered away, sinking his big cock deeper and deeper until my wife was taking the whole thing with every thrust of his gyrating hips.

She looked so sexy lifting her hips and rotating her ass in unison with his thrusting penetrations.

She responded to his aggressiveness like she always does when a guy gets his dick all the way up in her pussy like that. She gyrated under him, digging her heels into his back, arching her legs as far apart as she could, moaning and begging him to fuck her harder! She gave him all the white pussy he wanted and then some.

And young Sidney fucked her the way she likes to be fucked too. Lots of kissing, and touching, and deep, full penetration. He fucked her tight pussy like he wanted to stick his black dick all the way through her. He liked fucking her pussy so much, he fucked her twice in a row without stopping. She loved how it felt when he had his whole dick buried inside her, and she went apeshit everytime he shot off inside her pussy. We all three climaxed several times, once together, at the same time. Xmas came early and often at our house that night for sure. It was magical!

My wife was glowing with satisfaction afterward, clinging to Sidney like a whore with her favorite black pimp! I think she really liked fucking him alot. She got off when he was fucking her, I know that. She almost swooned when he started shooting off inside her the second time. They snuggled together and cuddled like cozy young lovers for over an hour. Then, Sidney had to go. He didn't want to miss his bus.

During the ride to the bus station, he kept touching my wife and kissing her and telling her how marvelous it was. I think he wanted to fuck her again right there in the car. When we "reluctantly" dropped him off, he thanked us again and again - still unable to believe that something so good had actually happened to him. He was really blown away.

So were we. I got some terrific pictures. And I think my sexy little wife got herself fucked real good. She had this sassy, totally satisfied look on her face for several days afterward. She never did talk to me about how it felt to her or whether or not she really liked it or only pretended to, but I am certain she did like it. I may be dumb, sportsfans, but I recognize a freshly fucked fox when I see one.

My money's on: SHE DIDN'T JUST LIKE IT - SHE LOVED IT!!!!!! I'll also bet anybody that she will give Sidney some more of that good white pussy if she ever sees him again. She probably still looks for him on the street late at night. She's a sentimental kind of gal.

Its so much better when we're on the same page. Having her with me at last, fucking strange black men with the same whorish wantoness she always fucks me with. Ours may seem an unusual sexual relationship, but everything that we do, we do together, and neither of us could, or would, do it without the other.

I was not really prepared for the surprise she sprang on me last Friday night, but it turned out to be the hottest, sexiest, and most gratifying experience of my life. I arrived home from work to find a note from my wife taped to the front door. "Come in the backdoor and be quiet" was all it said. The note was as titillating as it was mysterious. I have always made the arrangements when we partied with others, so I didn't think that was it. But I knew it was sexual. I thought she was planning a sexy strip tease, or a hot XXXmovie, or a new sex game, or something like that. I wouldn't have guessed what was waiting for me in the house in a million years.I was already painting dirty pictures in my mind as I trotted around back and slipped quietly inside.

I felt the sexual tension in the air as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. Whatever my sexy little wife had planned, I liked it immediately. As I tip-toed up the stairs to see what she was up to, my dick was hard as a block of stone Our bedroom door was ajar so I crept quietly down the hall and peeked inside.

Just as I suspected, she was doing a sexy strip tease, but it wasn't me my wife was stripping for. She was stripping for a shirtless blackman seated in a chair with his back to the door. He was watching her take off her clothes and voicing his approval with every article she removed. As she lowered her bra, he clapped his hands, encouraging her to "take it off - take it all off!" His voice seemed oddly familar and I wondered if I knew him...if she knew I knew him!!! I watched her drop her bra and twirl to face him in just her garterbelt, panties and dark hose. Her nipples were hard as acorns and the crotch of her panties was wet. She looked as sexy as I've ever seen her.

As she danced closer to him, he reached out a dark hand to fondle her bare breasts. When she resisted, he changed tactics and starting grabbing at her ass, squeezing the cheeks as he pulled her closer. When his mouth found her nipples, she glanced at the door, at me (?), licking her lips and smiling as he sucked and tongued her nipples into even further hardness. Then, he slipped his free hand down between her legs, finding her pussy thru the material of her panties. He started prodding her slit with his dark fingers. She gasped aloud and pulled away again, this time, smacking his hand playfully. "Stop it, Joseph. I'm not finished dancing yet!" she said, pulling her panties down with a flourish. JOSEPH! Of course, it was Joseph, I thought, as I remembered. Even though I couldn't yet see his face, I knew Joseph was smiling as my wife wiggled her bare ass at him when she stepped out of her panties. A year or so earlier, my wife had engaged in a brief affair with Joseph. She probably wouldn't have screwed him (even though she wanted to) if I hadn't insisted. I wanted her to know what she wanted was as important to me as what I wanted! I told her if she wanted to fuck Joseph and couldn't fuck him any other way, it was alright with me if she fucked him on her own. I told her she could tell me all about it when I screwed her afterward.

My stamp of approval coupled with her own desire for Joseph finally got the best of her and she fucked him one day on her lunch break at work. She fucked him in an art museum restroom and, even though they only fucked for five minutes or so, she had several tremendous orgasms and he came so much it ran down her leg afterward. She told me all about it, every titillating detail and she promised to tell everytime she fucked him after that. Sometimes she told they were going to do it before they did it, telling me when and where ahead of time as if daring me to spy on them. I knew she was going out to meet Joseph...to fuck him, and she told me where so I could eavesdrop if I wanted to. She really wanted me to see them together, but even after two months of frequent meetings and terrific sex with Joseph, he still refused to let me join them or watch them or anything. Not very sporting from a bloke giving your wife the high hard one, but Joseph always was an asshole. I never got to actually watch them fuck although I did see'em doing it a couple times from a distance. That only increased my desire to really SEE! Finally, my wife just stopped seeing him and, until last Friday night, we hadn't heard a peep out of Joseph for over a year...at least, I hadn't.

The prospect of actually seeing them together after all this time, really blew me away. Seeing him with his hands on my wife's bare tits pleased me, thrilled me, and excited me all at the same time. I'd heard so many titillating stories about Joseph and his big, black cock, and I'd fucked my wife more than once thinking about Joseph fucking her. I was a lot more turned on than jealous, I can tell you that. I was hotter than I'd been in months, and as rigidly anxious as a kid on Christmas Eve. I silently thanked my wife as I watched thru the door, realizing that she did this so I could see her and Joseph together whether he liked it or not. Joseph was the surprise! And I loved it! Best damn surprise she or anyone else ever gave me! I didn't just watch them that day, I listened to them. And, when they started fucking, I joined them, bonding emotionally. I got so into Joseph's thick cock pounding deep into my wife's stretched vagina that it felt like I was fucking her too. Even though I knew I was masturbating in the shadows outside the door, it still felt like I was pounding her white pussy right along with him. It was great!

When I first peeped thru the slightly parted door to our bedroom last Friday night, I heard my wife re-assuring Joseph that I was away in another city on business. She told him to relax as she started unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. "We got the place all to ourselves" she said, "now give me that big, black dick I like so much!"

Despite his uneasiness about fucking her behind my back in my own house, Joseph didn't resist as my wife unzipped him and slipped her hand into his open fly. "It's already hard." she giggled, pulling his thick tool out where she (I) could see it. His dark cock was every bit as long and thick as she had told me it was, and it looked even bigger with her tiny white fingers wrapped around it. "Does DON know you like sucking my dick?" Joseph asked, pushing her to her knees in front of him. "He knows I do it," my wife replied, licking on Joseph's dark penis like it was a yummy chocolate bar. "but, he doesn't know how much I enjoy doing it" she taunted, lowering her head over him.

She looked straight at the door, at me, as she covered the dark head of his black cock with her parted lips and sucked it slowly into her mouth. Then she started bobbing up and down on his dick, taking more and more of it into her mouth as she went. The faster she bobbed and the harder she sucked, the harder my own dick got. That contented, dreamy look on her face as she went down on Joseph's black dick really fucked me up. Any idiot could tell she really liked having his cock in her mouth, and she knows nothing makes me hotter than watching her suck another man's cock, anyway, especially a black one, so she gave him the blue plate special. Joseph was the one that got away and she wasn't about to let him get away again.

"Does Don know you swallow my stuff?" Joseph asked, grabbing her head, forcing his cock even deeper into her mouth. She couldn't answer with her mouth full of black cock so Joseph decided to taunt her. "I bet he would shit if he knew he was kissing my black dick everytime he kisses your lips!" My wife stopped sucking his cock. She told him his remark wasn't nice, that she didn't think about it that way. He pulled her head back to his thick cock, pushing her back down on his cock like a she was some kind of whore. He laughed and told her he liked her better when she wasn't talking. Then he grabbed her head and started facefucking her with a vengence. He obviously wanted to shoot off in her mouth but my cunning little wife kept wiggling away at the last moment, begging him to fuck her, instead... urging him to stick that big homewrecking black dick of his in her married white pussy and make her cum like he always did. Then, holding up her arms in invitation, she laid back naked on our bed and spread her legs for him.

Joseph was between her legs with his dick in her pussy so fast, if I had blinked, I woulda missed it. But I didn't blink. In a single thrust, Joseph had every inch of his big dick in my wife's tight pussy, stretching her and filling her like I'd always wanted to and imagined him doing so many times. Watching my wife gasping for breath as she locked her legs around him and raised her hips to accomodate him made me feel like I was fucking her too...fucking her like she wanted to be fucked...like she needed to be fucked. As soon as Joseph got that black dick in her and started fucking, she told him how much she had missed him...how good his big cock felt inside her. I watched in rapturous delight as Joseph fucked her, his black dick pistoning in and out so fast it was just a blur.

My wife held on to Joseph's muscled shoulders for dear life, anticipating the orgasm she knew was coming if he kept ramming his big cock inside her like he was. She looked right at me as she writhed and gyrated with pleasure under him, absorbing his oversized black dick with ease as he pounded it into her again and again. "Fuck me, baby, Fuck Momma's white pussy!" she whimpered, arching herself higher so he could really ram it in. Joseph suddenly stopped on the in stroke, stopping with just the head of his pulsing cock between my wife's pink labias. "My black dick really looks good in your white pussy, don't it" he asked her. "Not as good as it feels" she complained, hunching her hips in an effort to get his big dick further in where she liked it. He nudged her pussy with tantalizing little 2 to 3 inch penetrations, making her squirm and ache for it all. When she scolded him for teasing her, he gave her the whole thing without warning, let her feel again, but only for a second, then he pulled it back and resumed short stroking. He asked her if she liked fucking him...liked fucking blackmen. She tossed her head from side to side, whispering "yes - yes - yes!" about five times under her breath as she stiffened and twitched with yet another orgasm.

Joseph grabbed the inviting white cheeks of her sexy ass, pulling her hips up as his hips descended, diggin his thick cock as deeply into her vagina as he could get it. "if Don likes to watch so much, tell abut this, baby," he groaned, ejaculating uncontrolably deep inside my wife's glovelike pussyhole. She went absolutely ape-shit, urgin him to fuck her harder as she trembled with bliss. Everytime another spurt if his semen hit the neck of her sensitive uterus, she orgasmed again, begging him to keep fucking her and never stop.

As he pumped string after string of thick warm cum deep inside my wife, Joseph spoke to me like I was there, bragging aloud. "I'm fucking your wife's white pussy, DON!" he crowed. "You can't see it but I'm fucking her right now. And she likes it too, Don. She's cumming all over my black dick!" He didn't really know I was there. He was just bragging. But I often wonder what he would think if he knew I was watching them that afternoon...that I saw everything? It has always pleased me that I saw him slam fuck my wife's white pussy and cum in her mouth, thinking he was getting over behind my back. Little did he know, I saw it all without him even knowing I was there? If anyone got over on anyone behind their back, me and the wife got over on him. He doesn't know I watched them. We never told him, and we never will.

And I'll never forget my wife's sexy little surprise. When I told her how hot it made me to walk in unexpectedly and "catch" her being naughty with another guy on her, she must have she remembered because she's been surprising like that ever since. Maybe I'll tell you about the motelathon she gave me for our anniversary two years ago. Now there was a party....

I'm 31, okay to look at, nice body (5'4" 36B-26 -38 133 lbs), great legs, reddish brown hair, hazel eyes. I haven't always looked as sexy and desirable as I do now. As a youngster, I was a plain jane with crooked teeth, freckles, and homemade dresses. The boys hardly noticed me at all. My dad managed a farm for the local college. My brothers helped him in the fields and I helped my mother in the house. There were horses and cows and chickens and hogs, and thousands of interesting things to do. My 1st sexual experience on the farm was so intensely arousing it frightened me. I still get hot thinking about it.

I was playing on the rope swing inside the big barn with one of my brothers when we heard the snorting and whinnying of some horses outside in the corral. We raced outside to see what was going own. My father and my other 2 brothers were breeding our stallion with a young mare and I was totally mesmerized. The wild-eyed, snorting stallion was atop the mare and the violent clashing of their equine bodies sounded more like a struggle or a fight than a romance. Seeing an actual penis for the first time excited me. It was a horse penis but it still made a lasting impression on me. It was as long as my arm, and the red tip extending from the end was already inside the mare's moisture filled vagina. The way she quivered and shook beneath him as the stallion rammed her made me wet between the legs and I wanted to touch his thrusting penis more than I had ever wanted anything. It was the lost exciting thing I'd ever seen. I was only 10 at the time, but once the DESIRE genie got out of the bottle, there was no putting it back in. I still get warm and tingly between the legs just thinking about that stallion's long, black penis and the look of wild eyed submission on the mare's face as she bucked and strained beneath him. I masturbated in my room that night and discovered sensations I had never known before. I think I actually had an orgasm.

After the usual overtures a sister with 5 brothers gets, I was torn between good and bad, right and wrong, love and sin. Confusion reigned for a couple years there and guilt reared its ugly head, becoming my constant companion, tormenting me unmercifully when I acknowledged a forbidden desire and masturbated myself to orgasm fantasizing about it. My guilt was even heavier after me and a neighbor girl did the unthinkable. We spied on the football team in the showers at school. She showed this peephole in the plumbing access tunnel and we saw the whole team naked, even three of the coaches! I was only 15 and the sight of all those naked men aroused me alot. I had only seen a couple of men's dicks in my life and I had never seen a black one. Mr. Greer, one of the coaches, was black and he had a black one. The moment I saw how thick and long it was, I thought about that stallion I had watched so long ago. My imagination ran away with me and I started masturbating, thinking about Mr. Greer's big dick and how it would feel if he stuck it inside me...if he fucked me.

My girlfriend masturbated too, moaning and whispering "Do it! Do it! Do it!" as she screwed herself with her fingers. I don't know what her fantasy was. I never asked her. After I recovered from my knee buckling orgasm, I didn't want to talk. I didn't want her to know thoughts of letting Mr. Greer fuck me with his black dick were what I was thinking about as I played with myself. If she had even guessed it was Mr. Greer's black dick that made me so hot, she probably wouldn't have ever spoken to me again. And the bitch woulda told everybody, too. I'm glad I didn't tell her. Thereafter, I was fasinated with anything black. I masturbated thinking about blackmen with big hard cocks making me suck them and taking turns fucking me whenever they wanted to. It was like an obsession for several years. I visited the peephole early and often, hoping for another glimpse of Mr. Greer's big, black cock. Thinking about it now, I wonder how embarassed he would have been if he knew one of the female students was watching him in the showers, fantasizing about him and his big dick.

My first husband got my cherry when I was nineteen. He had a nice thick cock and even though it hurt the first time, I liked it more than anything I'd ever done in my life. It was like my pussy was an electric switch, flooding me with current and orgasmic energy the moment he pushed that big thing in me. When the sun came up on our wedding night, I was draining his big dick with all the enthusiasm of a dick-loving whore. I got pregnant right away with all the fucking we were doing and after the baby was born, he joined the Navy. I raised our son and waited like all service wives do. When he finally came home for good, it was really good for awhile. Then he started talking about the whores he had fucked overseas and how much I acted like one sometimes, the way I was always ready to spread my legs and the way I loved sucking his cock like I did. I got really hot when he talked about other women. I was often more excited by it than I was jealous. I climaxed like crazy when he talked about fucking someone else while he was fucking me,

Being a niave country girl, I wasn't prepared for his next move, although I should have been. If I got whorish and hot when he talked about fucking other women, why wouldn't he wonder what I thought about fucking other men? When he convinced me to fuck a friend of his who didn't know I was his wife, I did it and it wasn't too bad. I kind of enjoyed a different man kissing me and feeling me up. And I really liked having a different man between my legs, too. I had not expected to have an orgasm with him, but I did.

I liked fucking him and I was delighted that I had given my husband what he wanted too. When we got home that night, he got as hot listening to me tell him about fucking his friend as I got everytime he told me about fucking some other woman. However, after he fucked me a couple times and got his nuts off real good, he started criticizing me and telling me what I did wrong and what I should have done. He wanted me to do it right the next time. He wanted me to fuck'em like a whore...like I fucked him!

He got drunk at the company party and a 19 year old gas jockey from the dealership had to drive us both home. After spending all night getting me hot with talk about me fucking some of the guys he worked with, he was passed out in the back seat and I was pissed. I firted with and easily seduced the kid who drove us home. He fucked me on the couch in my livingroom with my husband sleeping it off in the car outside. He fucked me good too. Shooting off almost immediately when he finally got his stiff cock in my pussy, he kept right on fucking me. If his cock ever got soft after he shot off, I didn't notice it. I was too busy grooving on the feeling between my legs. He was almost as big as my husband and he fucked me really hard, ramming his dick all the way in everytime. He liked me cumming as he fucked me, especially when I encouraged with moans, and sighs, and an occassional "Yes!" or "Fuck me!" to keep him focused. The second time his stiff cock erupted inside me, I got off as good as I ever got off with my husband. I felt sexy, desirable and wanted. The kid wanted to fuck me again but I was afraid my husband would wake up and I didn't risk it. When I told my husband about it the next morning, he got hard and fucked me twice in a row while I was filling him in all the juicey details.

When he came home from work the next day, he told me I was a fucking whore and I'd ruined everything. I told him I thought he wanted me to fuck some guys he worked with. He said he didn't mean some punk kid who would blab all over the place. He meant his boss, or the owner - somebody who could help him (us?) get ahead. The bastard. He just wanted to use me for his own ends. It wasn't about sex an orgasms to him. It was business. He wanted to whore me out to his bosses for a damn promotion. And, truth be told, the marriage ended that day. I had nothing but resentment and contempt for him after that. He wasn't playing whore games with me like I thought he was, he actually believed I was a whore, that I liked fucking his friends. Whores wouldn't be whores if they didn't like it, right? It broke my heart to realize that the man I loved really thought I was a whore. And, if he ever had loved me or had just loved fucking me, he didn't anymore.

It got violent when I confronted him and told him I only did it because he wanted me to. He said I didn't cum like a bitch in heat because he wanted me to. He said that was my own idea - a whore's idea. I told him I only did it to please him and I didn't like the way he was making something depraved and evil out of it. When I told him he was sick for wanting me to fuck other men to begin with, he grabbed me by the throat and almost choked the life out of me. Unable to breathe or fight back, I quickly became whoozy. When I felt myself losing consciousness, dying perhaps, I had one of the strongest orgasms I ever had.

Lights and sparklers and firworks like I never saw before or since. It was so powerful my enraged husband stopped choking me and started fucking me. He pulled up my dress, and yanked my panties to the side, as he slipped it in, driving it deep and fucking me long and hard like he did in the early days. We kicked and screamed and climaxed ourselves into blissful and gratified exhaustion before we resumed our bitterness and quarreling. When he finally went to sleep, I got some things, grabbed my son and went home to Momma.

He threatened to seek sole custody of our son and tell everybody what I whore I was if I didn't go along with his lawyer's divorce terms. I just wanted our son. The rest didn't matter. I was scared, alone and stupid so when he ageed to give my custody, I signed the papers without even looking at them. My future was in doubt, my survival even but I was free and I had my son. I endured my mother's disapproving looks when I dolled myself up and started going into town at night. She thought I was a whore too. And so did a couple of my brothers. The only support I got was from the only brother I ever came close to having incest with. We never actually had sex but we'd always know how much we both wanted to as kids. He assaulted anybody who said anything bad about me, including my other brothers and didn't judge me or find fault even though he knew I was fucking every guy in sight. He was there for me and I'll never forget that.

I wished I could give him what I was giving a lot of other guys - what he wanted more than anything. But, there was always too many rivers to cross. Having sex would have ruined the best love affair in either of our lives.

Being divorced was miserable. I liked having a man around, being held and cuddled and kissed and screwed. I really missed that. Compensating was easy enough once I started hitting the bars in town.

My body was firm 34c-28-37 and I wasn't unpleasant to look in heels, short skirts and tight fitting tops.

I attracted a lot of male attention. Old ones, young ones, married ones, even black ones who lusted in secret because decent white girls wouldn't consider anyone black. I tried'em all, searching for Mr. Right with my pussy instead of my brain. I liked a few of them. I might even fuck a couple of'em again if I happen to run into'em in the right circumstances, and my husband doesn't mind, but their steadfast admiration and eager pursuit of my sexual favors made me feel sexy and attractive again, not ugly and dumb like my ex-husband said I was. I fell for a couple of'em, dreaming of picket fences and rural tranquility. They couldn't or wouldn't and even the one I frolicked with for an entire year turned out to be an asshole!

That's when I met my second husband.

I fucked Kris's little white pussy until she begged me to stop, then I strapped her to the bed with her ass up and face down. After I had done that she let the words "fucking nigger" slip from her lips, she did not think that I heard her but I did. I said what did you say bitch? She would not repeat it, I ordered her to repeat what she had said, but she would not. So I blindfolded her and pulled out my cane and started caning her pretty ass. I informed her that I was going to continue until she repeated what she said. She took 20 stokes of the cane and was crying like a baby before she said "Master Blackice I said fucking nigger."

I then told her that I am going to ass fuck you for that, she began to beg and cry saying Master J has never done that, pleading and apologizing for what she had said. But it is too late "your ass" is mine I told her she continued crying and pleading with me, because she had never had a dick in her ass. I slapped her ass hard and told her to shut up, I was not in the mood to hear a white slut moan and cry.

I put some Ky jelly on my finger and stuck it in her tight little ass hole lubing her up good, that is when she really started crying because she knew that I was serious. I took her blindfold off and grabbed her by her long red hair and pulled her head back and said "shut the fuck up, you are going to take this ass fucking." She said "yes sir" but continued crying.

I decided enough, so I gagged her but she continued crying. I pulled out my biggest dildo, which is 10 inches long and as thick as my wrist. I showed it to her and said do you want this in your ass, she shook her head no, I rubbed it over her asshole and she really began sobbing around the gag.

I lubed up my dick and got behind her and pressed the head against her ass hole, which she clamped tight. I increased the pressure until the head of my dick popped in her virgin ass. She tried to scream, I slapped her ass really hard with my hand and I pushed more of my dick in at the same time. I began to work it in and out very slowly until I had all 9 inches of black dick in her ass. I fucked her slowly telling her how tight and good her ass was, she began to moan and push back onto my dick. I took the gag off and she was moaning and fucking me back with her ass. I told her that I am going to show you what a "nigger" can do; I fucked her ass for 30 minutes, all the time she was begging me to cum please. I told her "not yet you have a long way to go".

She then asked if she could touch her clit and cum. I started rubbing her clit and she began to have an orgasm within 3 minutes. I continued to rub her clit and she came again about 5 minutes later. In all she came 4 times before I shot my cum deep in her now non-virgin ass hole. I unstrapped her and laid down in the bed, she crawled up beside me and snuggled against me like a kitten. She apologized for saying the "N" word adding but that is how she was raised. She kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth. And when I awoke she was still next to me with her arm lying across me. I could swear she was asleep with a smile on her face. I will continue her training today, I will tell you later. Her master said that he would take pictures.

Before I could move, they had my arms on either side, clamping down so hard I couldn't get any leverage. James, I think, clamped a hand on my throat, restricting my air and compressing my voice box. I tried to speak but couldn't. My lips moved but nothing came out. I couldn't even threaten the bastards. And, struggle as I might, I wasn't going anywhere and we all knew it.

Detatched and void of emotion, Calvin (the dopeman) explained our deal to my petrified wife. Point by point he got her to agree that he was owed the money, it was my fault and my responsibility, and that some sort of penalty for non-payment was in order. When she asked him what kind of penalty...what amount?, Calvin patted her knee and leaned forward, whispering in her ear. Red faced and angry, my wife started to slap his face, but he slapped her first, so hard she almost fell. His two goons almost broke my arms keeping me still. I watched helplessly as the arrogant bastard feigned concern and comforted my wife, apologizing for the slap. Then, with a taunting smirk on his face, he looked directly at me as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear a second time.

This time, as she slowly nodded her head in submission, she looked at me with pleading eyes, willing me to understand that she was frightened, trapped, and scared to death, begging me to forgive her. Calvin smiled in triumph, pleased with himself. He told me my wife had agreed to "work off" a third of what I owed him. I was panicking and my thoughts were running wild. I was unable to speak and scared to death. I couldn't move or breathe and I was probably going to be hurt or killed, but in spite of it all, my pulse was racing, and I was becoming sexually aroused. As I envisioned what "work off" meant, my cock twitched with anticipation. Just the way he said it had me so excited I was cumming in my pants.

Then, as if answering my question, he pulled his zipper down and hauled out his big cock. It was thick and black, already filling with blood, and obviously a lot bigger than my dick was. He smirked as he dropped into a chair. He ordered my terrified wife to suck his black dick and told his friends to make sure I watched her do it. I struggled briefly but when they threatened to cripple me if I moved again, I surrendered. There was nothing I could do anyway. I accepted my fate and gave in to the excitement that threatened to over whelm me. When Calvin snapped "I said SUCK IT, BITCH," I came back to reality, watching my wife move toward him. She saw me staring at his black dick, so hard and ready to be serviced. She lowered her eyes as she dropped to her knees between his legs.

As she took his thick shiny fuckpole into her hands, she was sexier than I'd ever seen her. I couldn't believe how white she looked against his dark skin. My cock twitched uncontrolably as she fondled his big dick, making it (and mine) harder and harder.

Considering that she on her knees, ruining her hose, with me and the 2 goons keeping me out of it watching her every move, my wife made the best she could of a bad situation. She closed her eyes and started sucking on his thick, black cock like it was chocolate bar, wetting the lengthy shaft from stem to balls with her lipstick and saliva.

After giving her a few instructions and telling her what he liked, Calvin started talking to me, reminding me that he still wanted the rest of his money or else. He scolded me for blaming him for something that happened to me, for expecting him to take the loss. Then out of nowhere, he started talking about what a good dick sucker my wife was. He assured me that she liked the taste of black meat, claiming black guys could tell when a white woman liked it. And he went on and on about how good it was going to feel to shoot off in her mouth.

As Calvin stiffened and started ejaculating in my wife's mouth, my own dick was harder than his and I was as excited as I had ever been in my life. I watched my wife gag and choke on his big cock, trying to breathe and swallow at the same time. When she finally pulled back off his spewing cock to get her breath, his final spurts splattered all over her face and hair, somehow exposed and completely bare, breasts. Cum covered and out of breath, she got slowly to her feet, her big breasts heaving with exertion and arousal. The flush on her face and the look in her eyes told me that in spite of everything, she was as aroused as I was. Sucking Calvin's black dick and swallowing his cum made her hot! She was ready to fuck him too and he knew it as well as I did.

When Calvin zipped up his pants, preparing to leave, my wife called him closer with a wiggle of her finger. Then she whispered something in his ear. He laughed out loud. Then he looked at her like he was already fucking her. "May I discuss your offer with my colleagues?" he asked, watching her naked breasts jiggle as she moved closer to me. "Of course," she said calmly as she put her arm around me. We waited while he and the 2 goons conferred. Calvin's cum was still trickling down my wife's neck and tits and she looked sexier and more desirable to me than she'd ever looked to me before. She noticed how hard my dick was and smiled like the sun had just some out. She told me she was glad it excited me so much because she had just offered to "work off" the other two-thirds by letting him and his two goons fuck her as much as they wanted to. "In for a penny, in for a pound" she added, nervously, hoping I wasn't upset with her for offering to fuck'em all. She was hot and she wanted them all to fuck her, but she didn't want them to hurt us either so she was willing to let them fuck off the money I owed in order to keep us safe.

And fuck off the debt, she did. Again and again and again. All told, Calvin and his goons spent the better part of two hours fucking my wife like a cum dump whore. They made her suck their cocks and fucked her in every position there is, calling her a whore and a slut the whole time. They called me a sissy and a wimp and told me to go ahead and jerk off when they noticed how hard I was. Finally when the 2 goons doubled fucked her and got both their big dicks in her pussy at the same time, I reached for my cock and got off all over myself. I still don't see how my wife's vagina and labias expanded enough to accomodate both of their black cocks at once, but seeing her do it gave me an orgasm to end all orgasms.

In recognition of my wife's enthusiastic participation in the evenings events, Calvin reduced my debt to $500 and I paid him the next day. My wife and I moved shortly after that and never saw any of them again, but the memory of that night, the way our hidden desires overpowered us, the way we climaxed together, sharing the "work off" and the pleasure we discovered there. Even after all we been though since, I still get hard everytime I remember that night.