Race relations in the United States were expected by many to improve after the first black president was elected and then reelected by wide margins. However, recent events involving conflicts between primarily black minorities and various police jurisdictions have caused numerous protests, some of which have turned violent. It is in the backdrop of those demonstrations that I first cuckolded my husband with some of the black protesters, many with prejudices against white people.

My name is Tammy, and my husband Billy and I live in a modest home in urban Atlanta. We have a six-month-old daughter who I am still nursing, and I am off birth control and have been trying to get pregnant again. I was twenty-three years old at the time of this story. I have an associate degree, and work as an inventory control specialist for the finance department of a large plumbing supply warehouse. Billy was twenty-five and has a bachelor’s degree in finance and works as a loan officer for a regional bank.

Billy was raised in a middle-class family in the Atlanta suburbs and was taught not to be prejudiced against others. I was raised in the country around a lot of good old boy rednecks who were vocal in their resentment of black people. My mother tried to teach me to be accepting of all people, while my father is a racist and always seemed to be out with his drinking buddies. He didn’t have much time for me. I ended up being pretty much on the fence regarding my feelings towards black people.

This story begins when I was twenty years old, had just graduated from junior college, and got my job at the plumbing warehouse. It's a cross-functional job, and although I report to the finance department, I am also expected to be a team player with dotted-line reporting to the warehouse foreman who I relied on to help me with my job. There are six men in the warehouse, four black and two white, one of whom is the black foreman named Calvin. He was in his mid-forties when I started there, and he immediately took me under his wing to give me a good start in my job, providing more mentorship than my direct boss.

At least part of Calvin’s helpfulness was likely due to my appearance. I don’t mean to brag, but boys and men have been attracted to me since I matured physically in my junior year of high school. I have a kind of elfish appearance with large blue eyes and should-length, dirty-blonde hair. I’m also five feet and four inches tall and weighed one hundred and ten pounds at the time. I think he especially likes my big, firm and protruding bubble-butt, which seems to turn a lot of black men on. And of course, my breasts being 34Ds on my petite frame makes me stand out no matter what I wear.

Calvin is very generous with his time and guidance for me, and over the first year we developed a very strong bond. As strange as this might sound, he was protective of me and a father figure, despite his obvious attraction to my body. We were able to talk openly and freely about almost anything. We also tease one another, sometimes with sexual overtones. He also uses foul language, tells dirty jokes, and teases me about my big ass and tits. Billy knows that Calvin is my best friend at work, and he likes the fact that I have an older man to look out for me there. He even knows about the naughty teasing and doesn’t seem to mind.

The year I turned twenty-three, there were several important stories in the news regarding the claims of excessive use of force by white police officers against black boys and men. There were protests and some violence in many cities, including Atlanta. Calvin was extremely upset by the use of force issues. We talked about it at work, and while I did not agree with all his opinions about who was most at fault for the tragedies, I still feel his pain. He is my good friend and I wanted to support him however I could.

One day he told me that he and a couple of his friends were going to join the protests in Atlanta, only being able to go into the city at night, after work. I had seen on the nightly news reports that there were a few white people mixed in with the black protesters, and I told Billy that I wanted to go there with Calvin to support him.

We argued about it for quite a while, and then he agreed to let me go saying, “I can see that you won’t take no for an answer. I’ll be so worried about you down there, especially if the crowd turns violent, and you being white and all.”

I responded, “Thank you for understanding, honey. I know that Calvin and his friends will protect me from any harm. I’ll use my breast pump to store milk ahead for you to feed the baby. I don’t know how many nights Calvin plans to join the protest, but I want to be there every time. He might not want me there either, but I plan to go anyway.”

The next day at work I told Calvin about my plans to join them. He looked very concerned when he said, “I really appreciate the support, Tammy, but it might not be so good for you to be there. You and I have a good relationship, especially for an older black man and a pretty, young white mother. My friends can be very hardcore in their dislike of white folks, though. I just don’t know how they’ll react to you, and I don’t want you to be treated badly.”

I replied, “Calvin, I think I understand your concerns, but this is something I have to do. I know there might be a little risk, but you're important to me and I want to support your cause. Please don’t shut me out. I think I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

He realized how serious I was about it and said, “Okay, sweetie, don’t say I didn’t warn you. I don’t know if I can control the strangers in the crowd. Those men might say some pretty nasty things to you, so you better be ready for that. And just so you know, my friends can get vulgar too, and I’m not going to ruin my friendships with them by always interceding on your behalf."

"One thing in your favor, though, is that they will love your big, tight ass and those humungous tits of yours, especially now that you're nursing your daughter. They are forty-eight years old, like me, and still think they're players. Don’t be surprised if they make a move on that booty of yours. If you still plan to go after hearing all of that, then you can ride with me, and we’ll leave right after work.”

I was used to having sexually oriented conversations with Calvin, but that was the first time he was so specific about men’s attraction to my ass and tits and that his friends would be hitting on me. And he was right about my tits being an attraction, since they had grown to full, round and heavy 34Es with me nursing. I certainly had no intention of having sex with any of those men, but it was still exciting knowing that I would likely be the center of attention with them.

My sex life with Billy was frankly kind of boring and routine, and we mainly just had vanilla, missionary sex while we were trying to get me pregnant. He also has what I now know is a small dick, and thankfully, his one kinky habit is to eat me out before and after we fuck, and at other times as well, which always gives me orgasms.

We drove down to the city and parked near the Underground Atlanta area, where we met the other men. His friends, Chester and Otis, were waiting in Chester’s full-size conversion van just finishing up their beers. Those men, like Calvin, are all ruggedly handsome, blue-collar black men, with dark complexions. They are over six feet tall, look fit and muscular, and weigh probably one hundred and ninety pounds.

We got out of the car and Calvin introduced me to the men. They didn’t seem all that happy to have me there, at least not at first. Otis asked Calvin, “Do you really think it’s safe for any of us to have this cocoa puff with us? She might get us in a load of shit with the other protesters.”

Calving chimed in saying, “You might be right about that, Otis. I tried to talk her out of it, but she wanted to support the cause. We're good friends, so let’s just be careful and stay alert to what’s going on around us, so we can get out quickly in case of any trouble.”

I found out later that ‘cocoa puff’ is a slang term for a white woman who fucks black men, and sometimes has their babies. It originated from the cereal of the same name that turns white milk into chocolate milk. I couldn’t imagine that he thought I was fucking Calvin, and he was likely just trying to be funny.

We walked down an alley to the main drag and joined the protest. Being part of a protest was a new experience for me, and it was very exciting. At one point Calvin and I were in front of his friends, and I overheard Chester say to Otis, “Damn, Otis, that white bitch is a real Negro magnet with her booty and those big milkjugs. I’d love to tap that shit and breed that little white pussy for her.”

Otis laughed and said, “Yeah, no fucking shit, man. I’ll bet that Calvin has already gotten his huge cock wet inside his little slut friend there and slimed her hole for her.”

Calvin heard them say those things too, and he just glanced over at me, smiled, and raised his eyebrows. I wasn’t too sure whether his reaction was acknowledging that he warned me about those men, or if he was giving me a sign that he was pleased that they thought he might have already fucked me. I got the feeling that his friends wanted me to hear them. I have to admit that being objectified in such a crude, sexual way by them was arousing to me in a way that I didn’t fully understand at the time. Maybe it was their boldness and the sense of strength and masculinity that I got from them, giving me the impression that they wanted to dominate me sexually.

My husband is very placid by comparison to those men, and much less likely to take charge sexually that way. My pussy got very wet at the suggestion from Otis that I might already be fucking Calvin, and I was actually visualizing it. I could hardly believe that I was getting turned on by their comments and beginning to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by him.

We had been marching for over two hours, and I had been getting derogatory comments from other men on the street. I never really felt threatened, although I did wince at times, and just wrote it off to those men showing off for their friends. They called me other slang names too. Some examples are; chocolate dipper, marshmallow, flour bag, coal burner, night-rider and snicker licker. Calvin and friends never tried to intervene, maybe due to their fear of starting trouble, or even likely because they enjoyed watching me squirm. At about 8:30 pm, Chester said that he needed to get home, so we went back to the car and van and left the area.

Calvin was uncharacteristically quiet on the ride back to my car. He kept glancing over at me, and I had the feeling that he wanted to say something and kept changing his mind. I did get him to talk by asking him to explain what some of those slang terms mean. As I expected, they are all variations on the theme of white women who dated, sucked, and fucked black men. Then we talked a little about work as we arrived at the warehouse.

Billy was surprised when I got home so early, at only a little after 9:00 pm. We sat at the kitchen table and talked as I pumped milk from my painfully-swollen breasts, to store for the baby. He wanted to know how it went, and I told him everything, including all the things that I overheard Calvin’s friends say, as well as what the other marchers shouted at me.

He was surprised by the crudeness of their comments and said, “Damn, honey, did it upset you when you heard those things? Tell me how it made you feel? I’m guessing that you won’t be going back again!?”

I paused for a few moments, so I could choose my words carefully, and I had no intention of lying to him. I watched Billy to carefully gauge his reaction when I said, “Calvin warned me to expect some vulgar comments, so the things that the strangers said didn’t really bother me that much. I have to admit, though, that it did make me feel like a slut to be in the presence of all those black men, who glared at me when the comments were made. It was as if they thought I really was a black cock slut and fucking one or all of the men I was with.”

My response didn’t seem to upset Billy, and in fact I thought I saw him reach down to tug at his crotch during my comments. I was surprised that he might be getting a hard on from hearing about those experiences. I continued saying, “Please don’t get upset, honey, but the things I overheard Calvin’s friends saying affected me even more. I found myself getting aroused and wet when they talked about my big ass and tits, and how they wanted to fuck me. Then when Otis said that he thought Calvin was already fucking me, I began to visualize it happening. I’m sorry, Billy, but after Otis said that Calvin has a big cock, I’m started to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by a big one.”

I expected Billy to get angry with me; although I saw that he was actively rubbing his crotch and not even trying to hide it. He said, “Back in college, I heard some of my friends talking about black guys having large cocks, and how white girls and married white women liked to fuck them. I thought it was all bullshit. I did wonder, though, just how big their cocks are. Now, hearing about your experiences tonight, I can see that some black men clearly do have a taste for white women. You don’t think those men would try to fuck you, do you, Tammy? I have to admit that hearing all this has gotten me a little turned on, but I’m not sure that I would want that to happen to you.”

Hearing Billy talk about what his friends were saying in college and knowing that it corroborated some of what the black men were implying, made me think that black-on-white sex might be more prevalent than I ever imagined. I had never had sex with anyone except Billy. Although I had never seen any other cocks, I knew that Billy doesn't always satisfy me with his dick. The idea of trying a bigger cock seemed better and better to me.

I didn’t know whether Billy was totally against the possibility of me fucking those men, or if he might be hinting that I should try it. After all, in the same breath that he mentioned being a little turned on, he also said that he wasn’t sure about it happening with me. He didn’t say no. I was getting excited by his potentially positive attitude about it, and didn’t want any ambiguity on something that important.

So, I asked, “What are you saying, Billy. You damn well need to be sure how you feel about this, unless you think you’ll feel better if I make the decision. I don’t plan on starting or doing anything with those men. But, if an opportunity arises, I need to know where you stand.”

Billy seemed a little excited when he responded, “I just can’t get the arousing picture of you fucking a big black man out of my mind. In my heart I would never want that to happen, but my dick is telling me that it does. And you’re right; I don’t want to make this decision. I think it is your decision more than mine, and those men will probably never push it that far anyway. If you ever get a chance to at least look at their cocks, though, I want to hear you describe how big they are. One thing you do need to worry about is that you aren’t on birth control anymore. We’ve been lucky with the rhythm method at different times in the past. If anything were to happen, though, they need to wear condoms. You also need to keep your fertile times in mind, in case you get carried away with no protection.”

I could hardly believe Billy’s or my reactions to the black men’s comments, and his curiosity about black cocks. It just goes to show that we never know how we’ll feel about something, no matter how unlikely or repulsive we felt about it previously, until it arises at a time when we are most receptive.

My schedule at work the next day was such that I didn’t run into Calvin until quitting time, when I was standing by his car waiting to ride with him to the rally. He gave me a funny look when he saw me, almost like he was surprised to see me there.

We headed downtown, and he said, “I didn’t expect to see you here today, Tammy, especially after all the comments and rudeness that you were subjected to last night. Didn’t any of that bother you, even when Otis speculated about you and me fucking? And how do you feel about what Otis said? Have you told Billy about it to get his reaction?”

I wanted to let Calvin know how I felt about him, without totally revealing my potential willingness to have sex with him. I replied, “As you know, I'm very fond of you, Calvin, and have been almost from the first moment we met. I’ve always seen you as a handsome and strong man. Up until last night, however, I saw you as more of a mentor and father figure. After hearing Otis’ speculation last night, I was flattered that he thought we might be having sex, and I now see you in a new light.”

My words sunk in as he kept glancing at me as he drove the car, anticipating what I might say next. Then I continued, “I’m especially curious about you having a huge cock, since the only one I’ve seen in real life is Billy’s little white one. So, Otis has made me realize that I do have a sexual attraction to you. Given your questions, I’m assuming that you're also attracted to me in that way. If I wasn’t happily married, I’d love to be your little cocoa puff. At least now that I know you have a big cock, I can tease you about it the way you tease me about my big ass and tits. To be honest, I would like to see your cock sometime, just so I know what Otis is talking about.”

Calvin went through the positive emotions of hearing me say I was attracted to him sexually, only to be deflated when I implied that I couldn’t fuck him since I’m married. Then he said, “You haven’t told me yet if Billy knows what happened last night and how he feels about it. And just so you know, there are a lot of married white women who love fucking big-cocked black men, with the submissive husbands’ eager approval and involvement. Did you tell him about last night, and if so, how did he take it.”

I knew that I couldn’t tell him the whole truth about Billy’s reaction and I replied, “Yes, Calvin, I told him everything that happened last night. He took it a lot better than I thought he would and was even rubbing his dick when I mentioned Otis’ comments. He’s pretty timid and not very forceful with me in family matters, and even though he said it was my decision, I’m sure that he doesn’t want me having sex with other men. He’s also concerned since we’ve been trying to get me pregnant again, and I’m not on any birth control right now.”

Calvin might have realized that there was at least the potential to fuck me, primarily based on whether he could convince me to do it. I knew that he was excited about me being unprotected when he said, “I had no idea that you two were trying to have another baby. I love to fuck white women bareback, and never wear fucking condoms since they ruin the feeling for me. It’s much more enjoyable when there’s a possibility that they are fertile. Some white women even get off on taking the risk of getting pregnant. And about that other thing, anytime you want to get a good look at my cock, just say the word. You need to experience what a big, thick and meaty cock looks like, especially since you said that Billy’s dick is small.”

I laughed to lighten the moment and said, “Your attraction to me is flattering, Calvin, and I appreciate the offer to see your cock. Maybe I can get a peek at it in the storage room at work sometime.”

We continued talking about what was obviously an exciting new dynamic in our relationship, and soon arrived at the parking lot near the Underground. The other men were already there, and we headed to the rally. We were marching for almost two hours when the rally took an ugly turn. Some of the marchers were starting to break windows and throw rocks at the police.

That’s when Calvin said, “We better get the fuck out of here. None of us wants to be injured or go to jail. It’s still early though, so let’s get a few drinks at a neighborhood bar that I know of in Grove Park.”

I know enough about the city to be aware that Grove Park in Northwest Atlanta has a predominately black population and reasoned that it must be a black bar. I wasn’t worried though, since I was with three strong black men. We arrived at the bar, and the parking lot was only about half-full, since it was a work night and because of the protest march. We went in and took a big booth in a dark corner at the back of the lounge area. The other men there were looking me over knowingly, as if they thought I was some kind of whore, being a buxom, young white woman with three black men.

That was to be my first opportunity to drink alcohol in fifteen months, since I abstained while I was pregnant, and then while nursing my daughter. I had enough milk stored at home to last at least three days, and I was looking forward to getting a buzz on. The men took turns ordering drinks, and within a half hour I had drunk three margaritas, while the men were mostly sipping on their beers. We were talking about a variety of subjects, including the protest march, and I realized that my mind was getting a little fuzzy.

Chester is probably the man in our group who is the most biased against white people. He soon started talking about how he thought black people are owed reparations for the past sins of white society. I usually thought it was a bad idea to discuss politics, religion, or racial matters, and probably wouldn’t have if I hadn’t been so pleasantly inebriated.

We disagreed on almost everything regarding the need for reparations, and my foggy mind finally challenged him by saying, “Look, Chester, there’s no fucking way that the government is obligated, or could even afford, to financially compensate even a subset of the black population that way. So what else would you want that’s doable and makes any sense?”

He thought for a moment and said, “Okay, smartass, I think that black men should be able to choose any white women they want, whether married or not, and breed them. That would help make up for all the atrocities in the past, dilute the white race, and put more babies into the world with dominant black genes, even if they would be mixed race.”

I knew that he was just trying to irritate me with that ridiculous comment, and I responded, “There’s no way that our society would ever approve something like that, and you know it. And besides, from what my husband and Calvin told me, there's already quite a bit of interracial sex going on anyway, mostly with black men fucking white women.”

Someone had started playing songs on the juke box when Chester replied, “Yeah, Tammy, I know all about that cuckold stuff. When I was younger, I had a few experiences with white wives and their wimpy-ass husbands. Let me ask you a question. You agreed with a couple of my previous points on the need for reparations. So, you tell me, what would you be willing to do personally to make things right?”

Chester was putting me on the spot, and all three men stared at me as I considered his question. They knew that I had at least some understanding of the cuckold lifestyle because of what I said earlier, and the atmosphere seemed to be sexually charged. That’s when I focused on a song that was playing and thought that I had found a way out.

I smiled at Chester and said, “Well, this probably won’t be that exciting for you, but I would be happy to dance with you guys, if that helps even a little. I’d like to start with Calvin since we're friends at work.”

Calvin stood up and I gave him my hand as he responded, “I’m glad that you and Chester could negotiate a compromise. This sounds like a really good start.”

Chester and Otis looked on smiling as Calvin led us to the dance floor, which is only a few feet from our booth. I was still woozy, so I closed my eyes and held him tightly for balance as we danced to the slow song. I was in a dream-like state, and due to our differences in height, my head was resting on his muscular, upper chest, and my breasts pressed against his lower chest. I also felt the strength in his arms as he held me against him with his arm around my back, and our legs closely entwined. He had the pleasant, musky odor of a man who works for a living.

The first song ended, and another began, and I remember thinking how safe and protected I felt in his arms. It was then that I felt a semi-hard, long and thick lump against my stomach, as his hands drifted down and began rubbing the top of my ass. I liked the feeling of his strength and confidence at taking such liberties, and I did nothing to resist his advances. His hands got lower, as he bent slightly, until he squeezed and massaged my ass cheeks with his big hands.

I loved being held and having my ass rubbed that way, and I instinctively humped my damp crotch against his leg. I opened my eyes momentarily and saw that Chester and Otis, as well as other men in the bar, were smiling and intently watching the seduction taking place on the dance floor.

Calvin must have been emboldened by my reaction, and he leaned down and gently nibbled and blew in my left ear before saying, “Oh fuck, Tammy, I’ve wanted to massage your big, beautiful white ass since the moment we met. And I’m happy to see that you like it too. Your cunt feels so hot and damp against my leg.”

My lust was rising quickly, and as he started to move his mouth away from my ear, I turned my head and kissed him. I loved the feeling of his big, soft lips on mine as our tongues probed one another’s mouths. We were kissing with a passion that I hadn’t felt in a very long time, and I felt his cock harden further against my stomach. We continued our soulful kiss as he moved one hand from my ass to under my left breast and weighed it in his hand.

He broke our kiss momentarily and whispered, “Damn, girl, your breast is so big, and firm and heavy. It must be bursting with milk since you’ve been away from home all day and into the night.”

We continued kissing, as he moved his hands to begin fondling both breasts. That’s when I felt someone move in from behind and squeeze me between the two men. It was Chester, and I felt his hardening cock press against my lower back as he leaned down to my right ear and said, “I couldn’t watch any longer, letting Calvin have all of the fun. You look hot and ready for action, sweetie. Now we’ve got you sandwiched here like an Oreo cookie. A nice creamy white center pressed between two hard black men.”

Calvin heard his comment and said, “I know where we can find some milk for this little cookie, Chester. Get a feel of these big fucking tits that are filled with tasty milk for us. And I know both of us have some chocolate milk to contribute too.”

Both men alternated rubbing my ass and breasts, and Calvin even reached and rubbed my pussy. My breasts were painfully full and beginning to leak milk. I was hungry for more, as Calvin said, “Let’s take this out to your van, Chester. Tammy told me today that she wanted to see what my big cock looks like, so we might as well show her three of them.”

I thought I felt Chester’s cock get even harder as he responded; “Fuck yeah, man. The back seats in my van fold down to make a queen-size platform. We can close the curtains, and I just happen to have a couple of blankets and some pillows in the back too. What do you say, Tammy, will you go out to the van with all of us? That way you’ll be doing even more for reparations.”

My mind was still in a fog from the drinks, but I was completely aware of and understood what they were saying. I also knew full well that if I went out there, that I would be gangbanged by three big-cocked black men. I felt that I should be resisting for some reason, but with my foggy mind I couldn’t remember why.

I probably slurred my words when I replied, “Yeah, let’s go, guys. I’ve just got to see your big cocks. I hope you are serious about wanting some milk, because my breasts feel like they are exploding, and I want you to drain them for me.”

We went back to our table and Chester said, “You guys wait here for a few minutes, while I reconfigure the van. Then come on out so we can get a taste of this little bitch.”

Calvin pulled me close in the booth and kissed me even more passionately than the way we had done before. Otis also got into the act by rubbing my breasts and crotch. The other men in the bar had been watching and heard most of what Calvin and Chester were saying. They could also tell from my wedding ring and the way that I was being treated, that I was someone else’s wife.

When we got up to head out to the van, those men began clapping and cheering at the conquest of another white wife by black men. One of those men even got close to me as we were leaving and said, “You’re in for a real treat tonight, you little white whore. I know Calvin, and I’m sure that he and his bros are going to fill all your holes with baby-making black seed. Come and get me if you want more when they’re finished with your pretty little ass.”

We got out to the van just as Chester was finishing up and closing the curtains. We all got in through the side door and crawled onto the platform. I started unbuttoning my blouse as the men began taking off their pants, underwear, and shirts. There was plenty of light from the parking lot coming through the curtains. My heavy, leaking breasts were just swinging free of the confines of my bra when I got my first look at the men.

It felt so decadent to be sitting there with three naked black men. Their skin is dark, and the van was filled with the musky aroma of their muscular bodies. I saw Calvin’s cock first and gasped at the size of it. His cock looked to be uncircumcised, and even though still soft, was at least eight inches long. It's also thick, meaty, and reminded me of a python lying across his thigh. His balls are the size of eggs, and hung heavily on the blanket in his hairy, black scrotum.

His genitals looked so masculine, virile, and massive, especially compared to Billy’s little four-inch dick, and small, tight balls that never really hung down. I was then able to understand the attraction that so many white girls and women had to black lovers. The men all shifted positions as Calvin pulled my hand to his cock. Chester and Otis shifted positions and began sucking my tits as I stroked Calvin’s cock. It was so thick and heavy in my hand, and I loved the feeling of the foreskin sliding on his shaft.

I felt a tingling in my pussy that I never got when being nursed by my baby, as the men were hungrily sucking my nipples and areolas and swallowing my sweet milk. Calvin’s precum was soaking my hand and I suddenly got the urge to suck his cock. I slowly leaned down to take his cock into my mouth, which pulled my tits away from the other men. I took the oozing head and wet foreskin of his then-hard, twelve inch cock into my mouth. I had never been that excited about sucking Billy’s dick, but I was eager to taste Calvin’s massive meat. I could hardly believe that men could have cocks that big.

As I sucked Calvin’s cock, Otis was rubbing my breasts from the side, as Chester moved down to unfasten my pants. I was crouched over sucking Calvin, and Chester slid my pants and underwear down. The aroma of my hairy, wet, and aroused pussy mixed with the musky smell of those men and filled the van. Chester then sat behind me and massaged my ass with one hand, as he fingered my soaking wet pussy with the other.

Chester chuckled and said, “Holy fucking shit, Calvin, I wish you could see this pretty little, hairy blonde pussy here. Her fat lips are soaking wet and just begging for my fuck meat. I’m gonna be the first one to fuck her and plant my seed in your friend’s honey pot here.”

Hearing Chester talk about fucking me brought my clouded mind into focus. That’s when I recalled what I couldn’t remember before in the bar. It had been only five days since the end of my last period, and I might have been approaching a time when I could be fertile. I still wanted to be fucked but knew that I had to at least ask the men about wearing condoms.

So, I pulled away from Calvin’s cock and still slurred my words when I said, “Wait a minute, Chester. Do you have a condom? I’m not using any birth control right now, and I could be near my fertile time.”

He laughed and said, “You should have thought of that before, bitch. I’m damn sure not gonna wear a fucking cock sock. And frankly, I’d be happy if I knocked your white pussy up. You need to decide now if you want our cocks, because you’re only going to be getting them bareback. And I know that I damn sure won’t pull out when I cum and your cunt is clamping and sucking my throbbing cock dry.”

I might not have decided to go ahead with it if I had been sober, but my pussy was itching to be fucked. So I thought for a moment and said, “Okay, Chester, let me feel that big cock inside of me. Take it easy, though. I’ve never had a cock that big before.”

Before Chester could get on his knees behind me, Calvin spoke up and said, “Wait just a minute, man. I’ve known Tammy for three years and have been drooling over her ass and tits the whole time. I want to be the first one to fuck her. Let’s change positions and she can suck you while I fuck her. Don’t worry, you guys will get your turns.”

We all changed positions and I lay back on the platform with my legs spread. Calvin smiled as he slowly pushed his thick cock inside of me. Chester also positioned himself on his knees by my head and pushed his cock into my mouth. I felt a lot of pressure, but no real pain in my vagina, as Calvin stretched my vulva and vagina as never before, except during the birth of my daughter when I had a spinal block. I felt like I had a log inside of me, compared to Billy’s thin dick. That thick cock was rubbing my G-spot, and it was a strange sensation when he bottomed out on my cervix. He pushed harder as I swiveled my hips, and he was able to get inside of me to the balls.

He began fucking me with long strokes and I had my first of many orgasms. I was sucking even harder on Chester’s cock due to the stimulation Calvin was giving me, and he was also rhythmically fucking my mouth.

In just another several minutes, Chester said, “She must really like the fucking you’re giving her, Calvin. She’s sucking my cock like a vacuum cleaner, and I’m just about to feed her my cream. I wanted my first load to be in her sweet pussy, but her mouth will have to do. Don’t swallow too fast, Tammy, I want you to get a good taste of my cock milk.”

Billy’s cum loads are usually pretty small, so I wasn’t prepared for the deluge of cum that flooded my mouth. Chester’s cock was throbbing and jerking as he spewed pulse after pulse of cum into my mouth. I did try to savor the taste, which was salty and just a little bitter; before swallowing it all. After his cock was drained, he moved farther over me, dragging his huge, sweaty balls across my face and into my mouth. I began sucking his scrotum and taking one ball at a time into my mouth, just as Calvin buried his cock all the way into me and flooded my adulterous pussy with his plentiful black cum.

After Calvin’s cock began to soften, he pulled back and said, “Damn, that was some mighty fine white pussy. She took my cock to the balls with no problem. Too bad we don’t have her little-dicked hubby here clean this mess up. You ‘ll have to get this blanket to the cleaners before your wife sees or gets a whiff of it.”

Otis had been lying beside us, sucking and draining my breasts the entire time I was sucking and being fucked. When he saw Chester and Calvin back away from me after their orgasms, he immediately moved over between my legs to take his turn in my pussy. His cock is shorter than Calvin’s, at about ten inches long. It's even thicker, though, and the lubrication from Calvins’s fuck slime allowed him to slide into me easily. He had been over-stimulated from sucking my tits and watching the other men fuck me, so he only lasted a couple of minutes before emptying his nut sack into my pussy.

The air reeked with the smell of fuck slop and sex, as we sat around and talked for fifteen or twenty minutes. I didn’t even try to hide my attraction to their cocks and balls, as I leaned down to them, one by one, sucking on them and cleaning off our juices. Then I found out that those men recovered quickly for being in their late forties. Chester laid back and pulled me on top of him. I tried to kiss him, but he turned his head away, probably since I had just sucked his cock and balls and swallowed his cum.

As I was sliding down and impaling myself on his cock, he said, “I’ll try some more of your sweet hooter milk in a few minutes, sweetie. First, though, we want to show you what a real Oreo treat is. That’s it, honey, slide on down onto my big cock, while Calvin gets on top. If you like being filled with black cock, then you’re gonna love this.”

Calvin straddled our legs as I took more and more of Chester’s cock. His big, strong hands were rubbing my ass in a kind of outward, sweeping motion, which was spreading my ass cheeks and giving him a clear view of my asshole. Soon enough I felt his thumbs rubbing in my crack and lubricating my asshole with his and Otis’s previous cum loads.

I knew what was going to happen even before he said, “Breathe deep while I work my big pole into your pucker hole here. I’ll try to be gentle, but it might hurt a little at first. You’ll soon love it. We’ve double-penetrated women before, and they’ve always loved it.”

I was then riding back and forth on Chester’s cock, and Calvin pressed his cock against my asshole at the bottom of each stroke. He finally pushed his cock into my asshole and it did hurt for a few seconds until that big cock head popped inside of my sphincter. He held himself above us and got into a rhythm where he was pushing into my ass when Chester was pulling out of my pussy. It was amazing feeling those big cocks rubbing together against my membranes. I was having orgasms every few minutes as they double-fucked me. They continued fucking me that way as Otis got on his knees next to us and by my head and fed me his cock.

We kept up the fucking and my sucking for almost fifteen minutes, and at one point Calvin laughed and said, “Imagine the look on Billy’s face if he could see you double-fucking and sucking three big, black cocks at the same time. Then he’d know that his sweet, little wife had turned into a complete fucking slut for black cock and cum. You better hope that you really aren’t fertile tonight, or we’ll damn sure be giving you two a black baby to raise. You said that you told Billy about the comments from last night. Do you think you’ll tell him how you’ve been gang-blacked tonight?”

I waited to reply to Calvin because just as he finished asking his question, Chester and Calvin both shoved their cocks balls deep inside and started ejaculating, and at the same time that Otis was shooting his load into my mouth. I was being simultaneously inseminated by three, big-cocked black men, and loving every pulsing, throbbing, and squirting moment of taking their Negro cock cream.

After their cocks softened and they pulled away from me, I went to them, one at a time, sucking their cocks and balls clean of the cum and my juices. Chester threw me a towel to wipe up the multiple loads oozing out of my pussy and ass and to wipe my face. Then Calvin took his turn on my breasts and sucked and fondled me while the men rested. Not that I was keeping score, but at that point all three men had fucked me and inseminated my unprotected pussy. In addition, all three had sucked or were sucking my tits, one had fucked my ass, and I had sucked off two of them.

We stayed in the van for another hour, until it was almost 11:00 pm. I fucked each of the men again and even took it in the ass from Chester and Otis. After each fucking and while they were resting, I was always sucking their cocks and balls. Their genitals are so large and tantalizing; they almost took on personas of their own. I loved fucking and sucking them and knew that my life was changed forever that night, due to my new-found love for black cocks and cum.

The drive back to my car was interesting with me sitting on an old towel in Calvin’s car to keep from getting the cum that was seeping out of my pussy and ass, and soaking through my pants, from staining his seat. He wasn’t verbally abusive to me when we were alone, like he was with his friends. He was so happy that I was receptive to fucking him and his friends, and my overall attitude about it.

I said, “Holy shit, Calvin, you must think I’m a real black cock whore now. I can’t help it, though; I want a lot more fucking from you and your friends. And while I’m at it, I might as well fuck the other black men in the warehouse, if we can find a way to do it without getting caught.”

I wanted to let Calvin know how special he is to me and I reached over to rub his cock while he was driving. My eyes were getting teary when I said, “Calvin, just because I have this new taste for black cock and want as much of it as I can get, that doesn’t mean that you aren’t special to me. I know that you're married and I don’t want to scare you, but I have very strong feelings for you and love it when you hold me and kiss me. I think you care for me too. You were the only one to kiss me, and I felt genuine passion from you. Maybe it’s just lust, but I still feel strongly for you.”

His eyes were also getting watery, as I continued, “I will never try to disrupt your marriage. It’s just that I want to be a part of your life, even if that is only at work and any other times we can be together. And maybe that will be easier after I talk with Billy when I get home. He really did leave the decision about fucking you and the others up to me. His willingness to let me go out with you guys again, after hearing how turned on I was from Otis’ speculation that we had already fucked, and then about your big cock, tells me volumes about his mind-set.”

“What kind of man would surrender his wife to other men, especially at a time when she could be fertile? I think he really wanted me to get a look at your cock, mainly so I could tell him what it looks like. As far as I’m concerned, he can find out for himself when you and your friends, or just you, come over to our home tomorrow night instead of going to the rally. I’d like to watch how he reacts when he sees you fucking me and knowing that he could never satisfy me that way. I’ll know more after I get home and insist that he clean my pussy and ass with his mouth.”

Calvin drove into a dark area in a small parking lot near the warehouse and pulled me to him in a strong embrace and very soulful kiss. Then he pulled my blouse above my breasts and suckled me for more milk. That aroused me all over again, and I frantically unfastened his pants as he worked to unfasten mine. It was so cramped in the front seat that we quickly got out and moved to the back seat. We were almost in a frenzy to fuck, and I sucked his cock briefly to get it hard again, since he had already ejaculated three times that night.

Soon enough he was pushing his twelve-inch fuck stick into my receptive cunt that was already soaked with the cum of three men, and from multiple fuckings. We tongue kissed the whole time he was fucking me, and when we had our orgasms together, he sucked my tongue deeply into his mouth, as I felt his monster cock throbbing in my cunt. He stayed on me for another five minutes, pressing his cock head against my womb, until he was totally soft. Then I moved down to suck his cock and balls clean of our combined fuck slime. I was in lust with Calvin and his big, beautiful, thick cock, and couldn’t get enough of it.

My pants were even wetter after Calvin added his fresh load of cum to the others. On the short drive home, I thought about everything that happened that night. My pussy and ass were pleasantly sore from all the fucking, and my tits were drained. The areas around my nipples and areolas and were covered with hickies from the men. I know that I reeked with the odor of sweat, pussy juice, and cum, and smelled like a whore. I was actually proud of myself for being able to totally satiate three men and know that I could have fucked even more.

I got home a little after 11:45 pm and found Billy asleep in front of the blaring television. I woke him up, and he looked at his watch and asked, “What the fuck, Tammy, why are you coming home so late? And what is that smell?”

“Come to the bedroom with me and I’ll tell you all about it,” I said. “You wanted me to go out with those men again, after everything I told you, and I think you’ll be getting just what you wanted.”

He followed me and lay back onto the bed as I began taking off my clothes. He first saw the hickies on my breasts, and then the wetness of my underwear and pants as I took them off. I was totally naked when I got up on the bed and straddled his head with my thighs. He gasped when he looked up and smelled and saw the my cum-matted, blonde pubic hair, swollen labia lips, and all of the dried cum on my groin area and thighs.

I pressed my pussy to his mouth just as he was about to say something, and I said, “That’s right, honey, get a taste of what it’s like to eat me after three, big-cocked black men have been fucking me for hours. Their cocks are huge, and you’ll get to see them for yourself when they come over here tomorrow night.”

I kept pressing my pussy on his face and slid forward so he could clean my ass. He was gagging and gasping for breath as I continued, “They even fucked my ass and mouth, and I just love their huge cocks and big balls. I must have taken at least a cup of their thick cum in all my holes tonight, and they repeatedly drained my tits. I loved the way they took my body to use and fuck as they pleased.”

Billy sucked me and cleaned me for about twenty minutes. I was a little worried at first how he would take my forceful approach, although I didn’t need to be concerned. After the first few seconds of eating the cum draining from my pussy and ass, he actually reached up to hold me in place. I had two orgasms as he sucked all of that cum out of me.

I finally swung off his face and lay beside him. Then I said, “I hope you’re happy now, Billy. I was fucked repeatedly tonight, and I think you were hoping this would happen. And by the way, none of the men used condoms, and they sprayed their cum right against my cervix. Tell me the truth. Why were you almost encouraging me to go out with those men again?”

Billy had tears in his eyes as he began, “I’m so sorry, Tammy. I think you’ve met Franklin from my office. Well, for the past year he’s been telling me about a sexual relationship that he and his wife have been having with two black men that they met at church. It started out as just good friends going out for drinks. Before long they were going out to nightclubs and the men were kissing and feeling up his wife right on the dance floor. He got so turned on watching them fondle and kiss his wife, and they eventually began fucking her. Franklin was telling me how great it all was, and that he was even sucking their big cocks.”

He paused for a moment and then continued, “As he talked about it more and more, and seemed so excited, I found myself visualizing what it would be like to watch you being fucked by big, black cocks. Then when you told me about the comments the black men made to you, and especially how one of them implied that you had already fucked Calvin, I did want to encourage you to fuck them. It was important to me, though, that it be your decision with no coaxing from me. To be honest, I never believed that it would happen, since you’ve always been so faithful to me in every way.”

I was seeing him in a new, and not so flattering light and I said, “Well, you should be happy that you got your wish, and I hope you are happy with the consequences. I find myself wondering what kind of a wimpy-ass man would willingly let his wife get into a situation where she would be fucked by three black men. Now that I’ve gotten a taste of those black cocks, I have no intention of stopping. I loved the way they aggressively fucked me and used my body. And to be honest, I have strong feelings for Calvin, and you can expect to be seeing a lot of him around here and sleeping in your bed. So now you’ll have some stories to tell Franklin.”

Billy was happy with the way things turned out, and when Calvin came over the next night, Billy was eager to clean my pussy of his cum and to suck his big cock. Calvin became a regular guest at our home, and Chester and Otis also came over to fuck me as often as they could make it.

I missed my period a little over two weeks after that first night we fucked in Chester’s van, and I’m certain that the baby will be black. Billy and I will raise the mixed-race baby as our own, and we continue to this day having sex with Calvin and his friends.