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I married a black woman. Diane was the first and only black girl I’d dated, and I was the first and only white guy for her. But we really click and work well together as a couple.

We love to do the same things and we have a great sex life.

Which doesn’t mean that there aren’t times when she’s just not in the mood. That’s OK. But another thing that makes her great is that she still helps me out with a handjob. Even when she’s tired and drifting off to sleep she’ll still do it.

Those times when she isn’t in the mood she knows I have needs so she’ll lie with her head on my chest and stroke my balls to warm me up. She always says sexy things to help out too, initially things like, “You have such a beautiful cock.”

She likes my cock. Mostly she likes that it’s mine. But she also likes that it’s big. It’s as big as any of her previous lovers’. And yes I know that all those previous cocks were black. Statistically speaking, the average black penis is only slightly larger than the average white penis. I don’t know about the outliers. Nevertheless, she is one of the one percent of women who really likes big ones – and I’ve got a big one at eight inches. That’s more than ninety-five percent of all men. I’m proud of my cock and totally appreciate why she would want me to have a big one. In reality, what I don’t get is the eighty percent of women who just don’t care.

I think about it like this: I know that most guys like big tits, but I’m one of those guys who just doesn’t care. Wouldn’t most guys want a pretty woman no matter the size of her breasts? Even though I’m really just like those size indifferent women I still don’t get them. I just think a bigger cock is better while at the same time big boobs are no better or worse than small ones. I’ve seen plenty of small titted porn stars, but never a small dicked one. I know, I know, I’m one big contradiction.

She also likes that my cock is white. She calls it pink. For her it was a novelty at first, then she liked that she could see more details on lighter skin.

Another thing about my cock she likes is that I’m uncircumcised. She loves seeing the clear rim of my head at all times.

Lastly, she likes how quickly it grows and how hard it gets. From the instant I get excited till the moment I’m fully hard takes just a second. I truly do ‘pop’ a boner. And when I’m hard the skin is pulled taut and tight the whole time – right until I shoot then shrink equally fast.

In the beginning, when she was gonna help me out she would stroke me leisurely, building up to a crescendo until her hand got tired. While she was doing that I would run my hands all over her body, especially cupping her perfect ass cheeks. And just maybe reaching into the crack.

If I wanted it to last a long time I might massage any sore muscles she had as she lay next to me. I might massage her scalp too, pretending that I was gonna push her head down to suck me off. She does suck me regularly, but we’re talking about the times when she’s not in the mood.

Once her hand got tired she would simply touch my nipple with her index finger and dreamily say, “Your turn.” That was my cue to take over jerking myself.

While I jerked she would tickle my balls and pinch my nipples. She’d say things like, “I wanna see you shoot your cum.” I love to shoot my cum for her. Sometimes it dribbles out, sometimes it shoots on my hand, mostly it shoots on my belly, and rarely it flies up in the air only to land on my chest, or my face, or hers.

It’s not good when it lands on her face. Remember, these are the times she’s not in the mood. When she’s in the mood she’ll swallow, or even rub some on her nipples, but mostly wants it deep in her pink pussy.

When I would be jerking off and getting close she’d say things like, “Cum on my face. I want you to shoot it in my mouth.” She wouldn’t mean it, and I knew it. It’s just a little artifice we’d engage in. If it actually lands on her face when she’s not revved up it grosses her out.

She’s gotten really good at dirty talk, even if it is play acting. And the more we’ve done it the more automatic her words would come out. After a few years of marriage she could spew out a litany of filthy encouraging words without even thinking about it.

By this time in our journey she would get carried away with the talking, occasionally forgetting herself. Then things might slip out like “Your big black cock is the best. Jerk it for me. Make it shoot.” These were just the words of a woman who’d only ever experienced black cocks before mine.

The first time when she messed up she caught herself, “Tug that black beast.” Then, “Oops, I mean pink beast.” I had to admit that the words “pink beast” just didn’t have the same power, so I told her. In fact, I said calling it a black beast even though it wasn’t true, was preferable to calling it a pink beast which lacked sex appeal.

The mental pictures were more important than the accuracy. She decided that Demetevler Escort I had an honorary black cock because it had been in her black pussy so many times.

And I never once worried that she didn’t crave my big white cock, or that she wanted to go back to black. She flat out told me she’d never touch another black cock again – other than mine. She made it a promise, not that I’d asked.

We would both always look forward to my climax and at the moment when we were anticipating my orgasm she might say, “Jerk that cock faster. Make the cum fly right into your mouth.” And if she slipped in a sleepy moment it might have been, “Jerk that ebony pole faster. Make it fly right into your mouth.”

When I was jerking myself and listening to her talk about jerking big black cocks, images would form in my mind. In our shared self-subterfuge I imagined my hand on my big black cock jerking on it until it came.

I thought of gobs of white cum shooting from my ebony tip landing on my pale belly or even flying into my mouth as she had said.

Occasionally I joined in the contrivance. I’d add my commentary for her to hear, “I’m jerking my big black cock and I’m gonna shoot in my mouth.”

More and more she only talked of black cocks and more and more I only pictured my cock being black. It was, I suppose, an evolution of the illusion.

The more I took part, the more my words replaced hers. Just about every time I’d be sharing stuff like, “This big black cock feels so good in my hand.”

We both realized what had happened but didn’t speak of the shift. Until one day just when my orgasm was seconds past and my shrunken dick was still leaking post orgasmic cum, she asked in an half-coherent drowsy haze, “Would you ever jerk a big black cock. No, I mean not yours. Not that yours isn’t big. I’m just curious. If it were a big black cock here, another man’s big black cock, would you jerk it?”

I’d been masturbating to images of me jerking my big black cock for a couple years now. The thought was hardly foreign anymore. Really it was hot as fuck.

I just answered, “Yea, I would.” She didn’t hate me. She didn’t rush right out to call an ex boyfriend over. She smiled as she drifted off to sleep, “Just curious.”

After that the dirty words we chose gradually changed again. Instead of jerking “that” big black cock, the talk shifted so that one day she was fingering my balls and said, “Come on jerk it baby. Jerk his big black cock. Our friend wants to cum on you.”

Lost in my masturbatory revelry I chimed in, “Oh yea buddy, shoot your cum on me.”

In time, at the end of our sessions when I was on the verge, our talk almost always changed to, “Our visitor wants to cum. Let’s help him out.”

One day I walked into the bedroom after a shower and I was sporting a woody. She took one look saying, “If I weren’t so tired I’d give you a blowjob right now. Would you like a visit from our black friend? This was the first time one of us had said it while not in the throes of passion.

I played along. Picking up my phone I pretended to make a call, “Hey Malik. You wanna come over for a handjob. We know you need it and we wanna see you shoot.”

I laid down on my back with her sexy nude body snuggled up next to me under the covers. “OK babe, let’s see what Malik’s got for us.” She caressed my thigh and in no time I popped out. I waited for her to start off jerking me before I would take over, but she didn’t. It was our pattern for her to start and me to finish so I asked, “Hey baby, what’s the hold up. You gonna stroke me first?”

She taunted me, clearly caught up in the playful spirit, “Nah, not tonight.”

My cock twitched lonely and desperate. If I had said, I, my white self, needed it I’m sure she would have touched me. But I kept the game going, not even knowing where it would lead. “Come on baby, Malik needs you.”

She dipped her finger down below my balls, touching my taint for the first time ever. When she pushed on it my prostate surged making my cock jump. She added in sultry tones, “Sorry, honey, I’ll jerk your cock. But you know I’ll never touch a big black cock other than yours ever again. If Malik needs help you’re gonna have to do it.”

The game was frisky and cute. She pushed my taint again and I swear my cock was so close to coming I feared it would shoot prematurely. There was no time left. I grabbed my shaft jerking fast, impulsively saying, “Come on Malik, shoot your cum on my white belly. I wanna see your black cockhead shoot thick streams of white cum. Leave a brilliant white puddle then smear it with your dark ebony cock.” When I came I did leave a sticky puddle on my belly. She smeared it around with her finger.

I was breathing hard from my exertions. My dick shrank but my heart was still beating a mile a minute.

Instead of falling asleep as she normally would, Diane lifted up her head to look me in the eye, “Wow! That imagery Otele gelen escort was amazing. You make me wanna see it.”

I didn’t know how to respond. It was just a game. All our word-play was just drama. But now suddenly it was real. I stared deeply into her green eyes, searching to read her intent. Finally I admitted, “I want you to see it too.”

The next day there was no discussion or debate. We didn’t dwell over how to make plans. After dinner we were both on the same page and of one mind. I simply pulled out my phone and I didn’t even have to explain, “Do we just place an ad?”

Her fingers trembled as she stood behind me, rubbing my shoulders and looking over them at my phone as I typed, “Couple seeks big black cock to watch cum.”

In our next draft we wrote, “Bi-racial couple seeks big black cock as he touches you.”

Then we tried, “Bi-racial couple seeks big black cock. He will touch you but she won’t.”

Finally we ended up with, “Bi-racial couple wants to watch big black cock shoot cum. He will jerk you but she won’t.” My finger hovered over the “send” button until she reached over and depressed my finger. And that was it.

We stripped off our clothes, running into the bedroom. My white limbs were tangled up in her black ones as we kissed and ground our sex organs together. The game intruded itself into the middle of our passionate romp for the first time as she said, “His black cock is gonna look so good against your pink skin. I hope it flies into your mouth.” Except I couldn’t tell the difference between the game and reality any more. Was she really turned on by the thought of a man’s cum shooting into my mouth, or was she just spinning a web?

She sucked my cock with a fever, then we fucked wildly, and lastly, we fell side by side, stroking my cock instead of finishing in her pussy. Never before had we jerked me off when she was horny. But how else could Malik visit?

She tweaked my nipples, and I stroked my shaft, and we took turns making filthy suggestions, “I’m gonna jerk Malik’s big black cock until he shoots right over your head with his cum landing all over my chest and in my mouth.” The wilder the better.

Then she offered, “I’m gonna stroke your balls and cock the whole time you’re touching his. I’ll kiss your face and nibble your ear, and if we’re lucky, with his black and your pink cock rubbing together, when his cum lands in your mouth, your’s will shoot in mine at the same time.”

Our talk was so hot that with my pink hand jerking me as fast as I could, my cum shot straight up in the air about three feet, landing on us both. We hugged madly, smearing my cum between my white and her black skin.

We checked for responses half an hour later hoping to get one or two a week. Instead we found that our inbox was already flooded.

We picked only the biggest and blackest cocks on the most studly men. In the next round of sorting them out we picked from those, but only the biggest cummers.

After much effort we found a guy with a ten inch cock who fit all our criteria. We considered ourselves to be quite lucky as only one percent of one percent have a cock that big.

When the big day came we had jerked Malik’s cock in our game every day leading up to it. Diane always put her head on my tummy, warming me and my cock up, and playing with my balls, then I jerked Malik into my mouth.

Our expected visitor’s actual name was Steven.

I told Diane that I wanted to rub our cocks together, to see the contrast. Then I wanted to watch my white hand stroke his black cock. Finally it would fly through the air aimed right at my mouth.

She wanted a close up view from inches away. She also was excited to see our cocks rub together. Then when we came she wanted to sit up, to not get Steven’s cum on her. She said another man’s cum would be gross and she only wanted me and mine.

Steven knew what we wanted and was happy to receive a handjob from a white guy as long as Diane was lying there naked for him to look at.

He arrived Sunday evening and he was everything we expected. What we couldn’t know from emails was how charismatic he would be.

We drank Colt 45, talking and getting up the courage to follow through.

Eventually Steven said to us, “The picture you sent me of Diane’s beautiful body sprawled over Pete’s was super sexy. Will you show me in person?”

We were so worked up by now that there was no hesitation. We went to the bedroom where Diane and I stripped and climbed into bed with her head resting on my naked chest. “This is going to be so cool to see.” She told us.

Steven could see her perfect titties and nipples clearly in person, as opposed to in the picture we’d sent him, which was posed to hide the naughty bits. I saw the excitement on his face but Diane still asked uncertainly, “Do you like my body Steven?” When he told her she was rockin’ she breathed a sigh of relief, “Good. I Balgat Escort wasn’t sure I still had it.”

“Yea, Baby.” He added, “I love your hairy black bush too. All the girls these days shave.” She responded by opening one leg, showing off more of her pussy.

With my left hand, I cupped one bun, kneading her flesh lustfully.

Diane asked Steven, “Have you ever seen a pink cock before?”

He thought he had the upper hand. Cockily he said, “Sure. It’s a nice little pink cock. Wait till you see my big black one.” I wanted to defend my penis. It wasn’t as big as his but it was still a magnum.

Diane was subtle, “When your two cocks are rubbing together I’m sure they’ll compare nicely. But don’t keep us waiting. I haven’t seen a black one in six years.” This was news to me since we’d been married five years. I didn’t know she’d had a dry spell.

Steven stripped off his clothing to reveal a very nice half-hard black cock. It was already thick and hefty, probably seven inches long. The first one I’d ever seen. The head, which was partially visible, behind the foreskin, was brown and mottled with uneven melatonin. It clearly wasn’t just a black version of mine.

He looked straight at Diane, stroking the plump sausage to bring it to full mast, “Well then, get an eyefull of my big niggerdick, bay.”

The language shocked me, but Diane, languidly stroking my balls, never missed a beat, “That’s right. Get it hard for us so we can see it cum.”

It grew slowly, requiring his stroking hand the whole time. It was agonizing to wait, but when it was standing upright it was a magnificent pole.

Gigantic veins criss-crossed the surface creating a roadmap of circulation, with one much bolder vein bulging on the left side and running its length.

It was darker near the base, and now with the foreskin retracted I could see a brown band around the shaft. The

balls, however, we’re even darker than the rest. And above his groin, his pubic region consisted of a short nappy bush. As attractive as it was, one couldn’t call it pretty, tremendous was a more fitting word.

“Where do you want me?” He asked. We directed him to straddle my legs with his great cock above mine. Diane moved her hand away, reaching under me to fondle my balls from below. When she shifted her body I grabbed her ass from a new angle, really digging my fingers into the crease where her bum meets her thigh.

“Oh baby, I can’t wait. Rub your cocks now.” With her encouragement I reached for our dicks, taking hold of two cocks at once and pressing his hard one into my squishy one. It was surprisingly sublimely erotic. She moaned, “Oooh, yea that’s hot. Gotta love the black and white cookie. Don’t stop.”

Immediately mine sprang to attention, Steve gasped, “Shit man! I’ve never seen a cock do that before.” When he got a good look for the first time he said, “Wow, you’ve got a huge dick, man. A regular Moby dick. Especially for a white dude.”

Diane pulled her head back a few inches telling us that she couldn’t focus so close. Then repeated, “The ebony next to the ivory is really cool.” We all agreed wholeheartedly, though I had only glimpsed it briefly by craning my neck to look around Diane’s head which was blocking my view.

With us both erect now I stroked the two cocks as one. The temperature of his was noticeably hot, and his balls fell on mine, our four testicles rolling around together.

Diane always gets verbal when I’m jacking myself and she got verbal now. However, she wasn’t play acting anymore, the excitement in her voice came through loud and clear. “Look at that big black cock crushing against your pink one. I haven’t seen anything hotter than the black against the white. Keep doing it guys. Just look at how your juices leaking out onto his black cock makes it shiny.” She twisted momentarily to look me in the eyes, “Isn’t this fabulous, darling? Do you think you’ll shoot far? Thick white cum all over the fuckin’ place?”

Then she turned to Steven, laying her head on my chest again, “Are you gonna shoot far?” When she settled into position again her ass was a little closer to me so I reached further between her legs to caress her pussy lips. Arching her back, she gave me better access.

He was watching me manipulate our two big cocks together but he pulled his eyes away to answer her, “The only time I don’t shoot at a minimum of two feet is when I’m buried in a pussy or mouth, ho.”

I waited to see how she would react to being called a whore. Again she didn’t flinch. Was it a black thing?

“Tell me you’ll aim for his mouth. I’ve been fantasizing about seeing a big black cock shoot thick ropes of cum into his mouth for a year now. You’ll shoot that far, won’t you?”

He looked from his dickhead to my mouth. “Some of it’ll make it. But it’s gonna leave a thick trail all the way up his ‘bino belly to his chin.” He offered a daring suggestion next, “Unless you want to suck me. Your face is right there anyway.”

“Oh Steven,” she objected, even though I could hear her smiling, “You know I’m not going to touch you.”

He tried again, “Not even with your mouth – no hands.”

She let go of my nuts for a second to slap his thigh playfully, “Not even with my mouth. Not at all.”

Steven gave up trying for the blowjob, “Are you guys ready to jerk me off now?”

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