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“Balls,” I answered. “Big, heavy and very black balls,” was my response to Candy’s question. It had taken my wife and I almost nine full months to get her and Bob involved in our lifestyle, but once on board, they were like old timers. They were extremely fit, na‹ve, and very adventurous. Bob was a fitness enthusiast, and kept himself in pretty good shape.
Candy was a petite, light skinned brunette, and, from the neck down, looked very much like my wife except for the color of her hair. She had her dark hair cut in a pageboy style, short and cute, and her bright green eyes were a contrast to the blue of my wife’s eyes. To say the least, she was a sexy little mink with the kind of small solid ass that begged to be squeezed. And her thin, but muscular legs were separated by a full three-finger spread at the crotch, which made it provocatively impossible to hide her puffy bald snatch. I’ll begin by explaining that my wife and her sister had a very exclusive club established, and I had become a shocked, but willing member among this elite group.
Simply put, it was a sex club for women who involved their spouses openly in their extramarital affairs. The special thing about being married to one of the club founders was automatic involvement in the “inner circle” as they liked to call it. That was like a club within a club, and was reserved for a select set of women who expanded their activities into the relatively taboo areas of bestiality, interracial sex, and a few other barely legal games. For example, my wife Jessica and her sister Jodi had switched over to almost exclusively fucking black men as they continuously searched for new ways of turning on.
Candy was still learning the ropes, and was involved in almost everything that Jessica did, since they had become best of friends over the year that they had been living next door. She was learning that this was not some kind of cuckolding thing where the wives dominated their husbands. Oh yeah, the women dominated the sexual activities, and pretty much dictated everything that went on, but it was really a rather fun adult club where couples lived out fantasies in mutual respect and freedom to enjoy themselves as individuals. As it was, the club was really a women’s club, run by and for women for female sexual pleasure.
I always thought that the best thing about it was that everything was intended to be fun, not dark and mysterious. Wives openly talked with each other about sexual games, and they openly talked with their spouses about their adventures. The club’s activities were totally controlled by the wives belonging to the inner circle, and the general membership merely had to agree to going along for the ride. The times when the men dominated the women were only because the wives arranged for themselves or other wives to be dominated as part of a game.
I was frequently asked for an evaluation of my wife’s lovers, and I was only glad to offer my male perspective. Candy was amazed at the way I handled watching my wife fuck other men, and was equally shocked at Jessica’s easy going and open attitude toward sex in general.
After all, Candy had been given a baptism of fire when we introduced her to the club, but it was all with the careful planning and full cooperation of her husband. She and her husband were both very kinesthetic, and one night while sharing a few too many drinks, Bob shared a fantasy that he and Candy had, but would never dare to act out. Needless to say, Jessica and I helped that little fantasy become reality in a most delightfully devilish way, but that’s another story.
Today, it was my turn to host the interview party, and Candy had been invited along to observe how the “inner circle” went about selecting studs for their black stable. It was really a lot of fun due to the way that the women pulled it off. Jessica and I always slept naked, and it was a pleasure to watch her bound out of bed, full of energy on those days when she was partying. She would shower, fix her hair to perfection, and put on just the right amount of makeup. I always reserved the task of carefully oiling down her body to a soft sheen, getting to touch every crevice of her sexual folds.
Today, she was excited as a schoolgirl expecting her first lay, and the fact that she looked so much like a Barbie doll, was only surpassed by the fact that she remained nude while waiting for her sister and friend. I thoroughly enjoyed watching her scurry about the house making preparations, fixing food, and even getting the camera equipment ready.
It wasn’t long before her sister showed up with their best friend Ann, who, in contrast to the sister’s blond hair, had jet-black hair down to the middle of her back. All three made up the cutest little harem any man could desire. They had selected me to be the husband-host for today’s interviews, where the girls would make their evaluations. It was their jobs to seek out the new male prospects, and do all the interviewing, while I did the background work in preparing drinks, recording facts about the men, and taking pictures.
Of course, I was rewarded for my help by having my own dedicated sex slave all to myself for the day. That’s where Candy came in. Since she was being considered for becoming a member of the inner circle, she was given the opportunity to observe, while satisfying my every need or command.
Since we all knew that the three wives would be busy fucking their brains out for the next ten hours, Candy was to co-host the party with me, and had been instructed to wear something revealing, loose and sexy. She chose a tennis skirt (sans panties) and half tank (sans bra) that seemed a perfect match for my black nylon sweat pants (sans shirt). Everyone could tell I had a hard on, but the black fabric, and the fact that I proudly sported it kind of set the tone. Of course, every time Candy would stretch for something...well, you can imagine.
Oh yes, one thing I forgot to mention. All women in the inner circle were denuded from the neck down, completely hairless with bare cunts as smooth as a baby’s bottom. It was their way of having that woman/child innocence, and they said that it felt intensely wicked whenever they had the opportunity to accidentally (or intentionally) expose themselves in public. Candy was in the process of having her pussy hair permanently removed by laser, so the exposure she got from the short skirt was perfect.
When it came time for the men to show up, the housewife trio went to the bedroom to prepare while Candy and I greeted our guests. Car after car of black men parked in our driveway, until the total of twelve designees had all shown up. Candy and I escorted them to the basement family room that had been nicely finished, and furnished with a unique set of wall to wall overstuffed pillows on a hardwood floor and staircase. The natural wood was there for several reasons. It provided a great surface for dancing, and high heels sounded ever so nice against it.
After the first round of drinks, snacks and introductions, the men began feeling quite comfortable with Candy and I being there, and were wondering just what this new social club was all about. Each had previously met with Jessica, Jody and Ann, and had been invited to see if they would be interested in joining their “social group” for some uniquely private activities. Of course, every man was interested, since the girls only selected outgoing, energetic, muscular, and very, very black skinned men.
What black man wouldn’t be interested in socializing with three cute white women? And, besides fantasizing heavily about Candy in her revealing outfit, they were asking me all kinds of questions to which I gave honest answers without coming right to the point.
At the designated hour, I leaned over to Candy and whispered, “Watch this, it’s the shock factor and the look on these guys’ faces that I like best.” Now, let me set the stage by describing my wife, Jessica as about 5’ 4”, 115 pounds, and average size tits, but full because of breast milk. Her platinum blonde hair is cut in a “bob” with bangs, and her light tan skin sets off her blue eyes. Jodi, her two-year younger sister, is about the same dimensions, but with golden blonde hair that she wears in bangs and a ponytail stretching to her middle back.
Ann, their best friend, is slightly heavier, but with a nice shape and jet-black hair that hangs loose to the small of her back. The three women have cute facial features, and in a normal setting, they would be considered very pretty sophisticated housewives. However, in the party scene, they were way above the average diaper changer.
When the men least expected it, I turned down the music. That was the wives’ cue. Everyone could hear high heels on the floor above, crossing the kitchen floor. Then, all three came down the stairs, perfect hair, perfect posture and makeup, heels clicking loudly on the wood, totally and completely nude except for their shoes.
My wife led the procession into the room, while saying something like, “You guys ready to party?” I have to admit that I always liked watching Jessica’s boobs bounce when she walked, and they were especially nice when she walked in heels. With rings dangling from their ears and clits, the three naked white housewives took charge, set the pace, and introduced themselves to all the new men, watching them drop their jaws as they got real close and brushed their nipples against the black bodies.
It was fun to see these large men stand awkwardly, fumbling with words as the three beautiful women mingled with smiling faces in absolute startling white nakedness among the blacks. One of the women announced that they wanted to catch the men’s attention before making it very clear that the social group was based entirely on white women sexing black men.
They said that, if the guys were still interested, their interview would consist of demonstrating what they could do with those big black cocks. They told the men outright that they were there to fuck every one of them, suck their dicks, and evaluate the taste of each man’s cum.
It was explained that Jessica’s husband and co-host would be taking pictures of the entire party to record each man’s response, measured length and girth, and most important, amount of cum produced in his first orgasm.
Needless to say, the men were in shock, the girls’ bare cunts were dripping down their inner thighs, indicating that they must have been playing with each other in our bedroom while they waited. Just looking at them gave me a raging hard-on that was about to order Candy to service. With the preliminaries over, Jessica coyly asked, “Okay guys, who’s going to breed me first?”
There was a mad rush to undress as clothes started flying to all corners of the room. The wives giggled as the men fumbled around, and watched as their black snakes literally sprang out of their shorts. Candy was pleased to see my respectable eight inches spring to attention as I lowered my pants, and she immediately took matters firmly in hand while we watched. Jessica smiled and giggled when she looked over at me to ensure that I was enjoying the show.
Now, the girls always had this pretty well choreographed, and the wife who owned the house where the interview party was always got the first selection. That meant that Jessica was the first to be fucked, and she made her choice quickly as all the men wanted to be first. Of course, she chose the nearest dick available, and sank to her knees in front of him. Kneading his balls and stroking the length, she pulled back the foreskin before engulfing the monster with her perfect lips.
Within seconds, his black tool was standing straight and ready to pop. Jessica stood up while holding his cock by the base and was immediately assisted in measuring the man’s hard length and girth. “Okay! Give it a full eleven inches, and.... We’ll go eight inches around,” she said as I recorded the statistics on my chart. “Add a five inch drop and eleven inches pouch circumference. Nice sack!”
Measurements finished, she pushed the man onto his back onto one of the pillows, and straddled him with her back to him. She deftly guided the black bat in her hand to her dripping cunt lips and bathed him with pussy juice before letting it slip inside her. The man moaned loudly and, without thinking, moved his hands up to massage my wife’s breasts (something that she loved since she always managed to keep herself lactating).
“Remember that your first shot has to be in the glass, lover.” Her words were soft and exciting as she began moving up and down on his shaft.
Again, I leaned over to Candy and said, “Pay attention to her next words, and get ready to watch this guy pop his cork.” Candy looked at me smiling, and obviously enjoying the scene. Jodi and Ann were being fondled over their entire bodies as they stood nearby ready to catch the load in a beaker. Then, Jessica leaned back against the man, allowing a fantastic snapshot of her spread wide open and stretched with black meat. She then announced to the man, “Oh, I forgot to tell you, darling. All the wives in the club ride bareback all the time. I wanted you to know that I’m not on any birth control, and you’re fucking a fertile white cunt. You like it?”
That was all it took as the man’s ball sack tightened and his dick stiffened like a steel rod, signaling his orgasm. When she felt that, my wife moved up and grabbed his prick, jacking it off and aiming it into the beaker that was held by her sister. Glob after glob of thick white cum spurted into the glass as Jessica sat on the man’s chest, and milking his cock for all he was worth. The numbers on the side indicated nearly three ounces of cum, another statistic for the books.
“Wow! I think we have a good cummer here!” my wife said with a great big smile. The beaker was put aside with the first load of the day.
The scene was repeated with the wives rotating duties until every man in the room had blown his first load into a fresh beaker. Each time, the contents were emptied into the first beaker, collecting all the loads for a whopping 27 ounces of fresh semen. My wife, her sister and Ann had come at least once or twice themselves, and were ready for the next round.
Again, Jessica announced, “Okay guys, preliminaries are over and it’s time to party. Besides, my pussy’s getting dry and I need an injection of cum.” She lay on her back, spreading her legs wide and exposing her bald cunt, inviting anyone who wished to take the plunge.
One hefty man was already hard and jumped between her legs. He took no time in stretching her pink pussy lips with his massive black meat. As he began pumping her, she looked up at him with a cute pouty look saying, “I want you to make me pregnant, honey, so don’t pull out this time. Can my big man with his big black balls squirt in my little white cunt, darling? My eggs are ready for you, and my husband wants to watch you knock me up.”
With that, the man grinned and began ramming his prick as deep as he could into my wife’s tight white cunt. His balls slapped against her ass, something that made her moan with delight, and something that made me blast my own load down Candy’s sucking throat.
Man, I came like a racehorse! And my wife? Well, this time the guy didn’t have to pull out, and combined with the thought of making another man’s wife pregnant, another man’s white blond wife pregnant, was enough to send him blasting a load right against Jessica’s cervix. His hot stringy cum coated her baby hole, and she could feel the strength of the squirt, which sent her into her own orgasm.
The three women split up to fuck and suck as many of the men that they could at random. Their white female bodies were strewn on the floor, legs pried apart, and cunt lips stretched from the pressure of the massive black meat. After returning the favor on Candy’s bare pussy, she and I snuck away to the kitchen to refresh drinks and rustle up some body fuel. On the way, I snatched up the beaker of cum, and watched as my wife’s sister, Jodi, spread her ass cheeks for a guy to take her anally.
Candy and I were standing naked in the kitchen whipping up the club’s specialty Margaritas when she asked, “What is it that Jessica likes best about black men? I mean, what does she look for in these interviews that winds her clock?” That’s when I answered, “balls.”
“You see, Jess is totally fascinated with men’s balls, especially black men’s balls. She believes that the larger the balls, the larger the load of cum he can produce, and, let’s face it, she’s a cum freak. She really and honestly loves cum. Between her and her sister, the two have made a science out of increasing their stud’s ball size and making their men cum in buckets.
She’s consulted with herbalists from all over and has developed what she calls secret potions she feeds to all the men to increase their ball size. Of course, she also puts them through regular exercises to increase their sack size too. Stretching mostly, sometimes hanging weights, but more often than not, just plain stretching. She tells the guys very honestly what she wants them to do and what for, and the all are very eager to go along, since she always provides them with a steady diet of white pussy.
Personally, I just think that she’s fascinated with men’s balls in general. Hell, many is the time when I’ve come home to see my Jessica lounging naked with one, two or three black studs, massaging their balls and putting them through their theoretical exercises. She’s called me over to watch as they slowly rotate by themselves while she’s holding them in her cupped hands. I don’t know if what she does is scientifically correct, but I do know that she has, in fact, increased every one of her lover’s semen output. Even I pump out a healthy load at my age.”
Candy asked curiously, “Does age have that much to do with it?”
“Age? You bet! I remember one afternoon when Jess and Jodi showed me just how much more cum a young adult male squirts. They were “entertaining” a group of young men about 18 to 21 I’d guess, and I was amazed at the flood of semen each one pumped out. Better yet, they followed that little demonstration the next day by picking up the same number of young black men and performed the same ritual. Those guys spurted even more, and they proved it with beaker measurements of their first loads. They still like to do that every once in awhile. I think they like the way the younger studs can keep it up for so long.”
“So, is that all she wants?” asked Candy.
“Heck no! That’s just the beginning. Next she goes for cock size of course. The longer the better, and the thicker the better. Thick is for pleasure and getting pregnant, and length is for getting “unpregnant” by having them deep fuck her through her cervix. Hell, you’re learning that!”
Candy massaged her cunt with both hands, and with a dreamy look in her eyes, merely stated, “Yeah, I sure AM learning.”
“And one last thing. By now you should know that the girls in the club like their black men black, very black. It’s an extra thrill to see the intense contrast, and Jessica claims that it adds to the taboo of the act. She says that she gets an extra kick out of seeing other people’s faces in public when she goes out with some of them, and especially if she let’s herself get “caught” sucking one of them off in a car. She say’s that other women act disgusted, but actually are going ape watching her blonde head smashed against a black lap with a throat full of meat.”
Then we got back to business as she asked, “So, are you going to give my your secret recipe for Margaritas? You served them when Bob and I were over for barbeque last Sunday, and we both really liked them.”
I grinned and answered, “Sure, it’s easy, now pay attention. One part tequila, three parts mixer, and two parts cum.” I started the blender with the ice just as I finished adding the fresh semen from the beaker, and just as Candy’s eyes got real big.
“You mean?”
“Yup, the other day you were enjoying a mixture of Jessica’s studs and some of me thrown in. I spent most of Friday and Saturday jacking off just for you, kiddo. In fact, she has quite a recipe book with a host of cum based treats ranging from tapioca pudding to meringues to sauces... but, I think that Jess actually prefers straight shots. Many is the time that she’ll relax at the television with a snifter of cum.” I topped off several pitchers of drinks with limes, and headed back downstairs with Candy taking up the rear with sandwiches.
When we got back, Jodi was just finishing up with some dude, Ann was about to have her ass filled with sperm, and my wife was demonstrating her ability to squirt breast milk into an open black male mouth. She purposely missed his mouth, making sure she soaked his face with the sweet liquid as all laughed at the spectacle. I felt like a bleeding fish in the middle of a feeding frenzy when they saw me with fresh drinks. Everyone was eager to partake of my special recipe, and they all raved about the unusually unique flavor. Jessica merely winked and smiled at me as she sipped the concoction. It was strangely satisfying to see the strong black men enjoying a cool drink of cum, their own and each other’s in fact. Candy smirked and enjoyed one on the house.
After about the men’s second or third orgasm the ladies asked the select group if they would be willing to adhere to the club rules, regulations and secrecy commitments. Those who agreed (and that was always 100%) were escorted one by one to the showers. There, the girls took turns soaping up their new studs, and shaving their balls and cocks. This was a requirement of all male club members, and one that marked their acceptance. This was done for several reasons that ranged from larger appearance to just plain smoother and sexier genitals. Mostly, I think that the girls just didn’t crave hair in their teeth.
The party didn’t end until the men begged to stop. That was the criteria. Candy and I sucked and fucked as we watched the three housewives bang their brains out with hard black cock all afternoon. They took their men in all conceivable positions and combinations. Oral, anal, in the pussy... twosomes, threesomes, foursomes and however many they could fit insomes. All three women were fertile, riding bareback and getting loaded with as much black jism as the men’s balls could muster.
“Look, honey,” my wife called to me, “Isn’t this a nice pair,” she said as she cupped an exceptionally heavy set of balls, holding them up for my inspection. “And what luck finding another Sam attached to them! Are we in luck, or what!” Finding another “Sam” was a reference to the only member of their stable to sport a hard black dick over 14 inches in length. The cock that my wife was stroking measured a tightly stretched 14.5 inches, with a fat bulbous purple knob. Even I had to admire the specimen.
“Very nice, dear. You’ll have some good stock to work with,” I answered in encouragement. She giggled enjoying the support I gave her. But, why not? She liked fucking black men. She liked getting pregnant by them, and she knew how to reverse the process just by getting what she called “deep fucked.” But, that’s another story, and another secret. For the moment, Jessica was content to hold the black monster in her tiny white hand as she guided its head between her expanding cunt lips.
Man, it looked like she was masturbating with a Louisville Slugger, she was stretched so wide. Slowly, but deliberately, she sank onto its length, moaning with every inch of pleasure that disappeared inside her small body. At about ten inches, she closed her eyes and let herself down as only she, her sister, and a few others knew how to do.
As the cock head forced its way through her cervix with an almost audible “pop,” the man froze with a feeling that he had never expected. Then my wife began slowly rising and falling on the shaft, almost squeezing the life out of the black baby-making sphincter inside her. No tube of toothpaste had ever been squeezed like this man’s dick was being sucked with her cunt.
“You like what you see, sweetheart? Do you like seeing me getting fucked by a big black stick in my tight white cunt?” she teased me as she bounced up and down on the raw, but eager black pole. Her pussy was dripping from at least six good loads of sperm, and her sweat was dripping from her tits onto the sweaty black skin of the man below her. She leaned forward and began breast-feeding the man below her while rocking on his throbbing black penis.
“Of course I like it, honey. In fact, I’m have a ball!” At that very moment, I exploded deep inside Candy’s tight ass, and I wondered how much of Bob’s sperm my wife had taken up her ass. A few seconds later, the black man’s balls emptied into Jessica’s womb, and splashed directly on my wife’s fertile eggs, bathing them in warm, life giving sperm. I knew that she was now happily pregnant once again.