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There can be huge cultural and social differences in being brought up in the Deep South, as compared to the Mid-Atlantic region of the United States. My husband, Ed, and I were born and raised in a mostly white, suburb of Jackson, Mississippi that has a very low African-American population. Our families and friends are racists, and always preferred to be segregated from black people. It was only natural that we would grow up thinking the same way, but that is a source of shame for us now.My name is Kendra, and Ed and I were high school sweethearts. We were fortunate to be able to go to college at the University of Mississippi together. Ed earned a degree in finance and I earned a degree in marketing. We were married and found good jobs in Jackson right after graduation. Ed got a good entry-level position with a big company; whose headquarters are in Baltimore. I was with a smaller, local company where I could at least get some good experience.We knew from the beginning that we wanted to have three kids and to have them right away, and as close together as possible. I got pregnant only three months after the wedding. We had a beautiful baby boy, and then two months after his birth, I became pregnant again.I had read on the internet that some couples, and especially wives, experienced decreased desire for sex during pregnancy. For us it was just the opposite. I not only had an extremely high libido during my pregnancies, but we both enjoyed oral sex probably much more than most people do, as I’ll explain.Ed and I had been friends since the first grade, but it wasn’t until we were sixteen years old and in our junior year in high school that we had sex of any kind for the first time. I had never seen a dick before, and had no way of knowing, like I do now, that his thin, four-inch dick is much less than average in size. Even though our first sex was fun and enjoyable, I didn’t realize at first that he wasn’t giving me orgasms when we fucked. He did make up for it in other ways.I don’t know where Ed got his taste and passion for oral sex, but from the beginning he seemed to like eating me out even more than fucking me. I also enjoyed sucking his dick, so we had most of our enjoyment from oral sex. That was just about the only way I could experience orgasms with him. I just love the way he sucks my pussy to multiple orgasms, even after he’s cum in me. He always said that he loves the wetness, taste and smell of my pussy. I sometimes have to make him stop sucking me because I get too sensitive after my orgasms.Many of you probably know that the medical term for the thin and watery, or even milky and thicker, vaginal discharge is leukorrhea or cervical mucus. Those natural fluids cleanse and protect the vagina and provide lubrication for intercourse. It is completely normal for vaginal discharge to become heavier and milky-colored as a woman approaches ovulation or during pregnancy. This is caused by the increased hormones and blood flow to the vaginal area.The increased flow when pregnant can have a slight odor and a sour or sharp taste, when compared to normal vaginal fluids. For that reason, some men find it repulsive to eat out their pregnant wives. Ed is somewhat unique because he loves even more to suck my pussy when I’m pregnant. The increased juices and stronger taste and smell make him even more lustful to eat me out. His desire to suck and swallow my vaginal fluids will become more important, later in the story.Ed had been with his company for about one year and seven months when he was given a promotion. The only catch was that we had to move to the corporate headquarters in Baltimore. I was still breast feeding our seven-month-old son, and was five months pregnant with our daughter. The company paid for the move, but it was still a stressful time for us. Ed got a nice pay raise, but the cost of living is much higher in Baltimore. So we were only slightly better off financially than we were in Jackson.Baltimore was a culture shock for us. We had lived sheltered lives in our white suburb near Jackson. Baltimore’s population, however, is over sixty percent black. We were bigoted at the time of the move and looked very hard to find a predominantly white apartment building. The best place we could afford was on the fringes of the city, and about forty percent of the tenants are black.It didn’t make sense for me to look for a job yet, when I was taking care of one baby, and would be delivering our second child in only four months. Ed was very busy and working long hours learning his new job responsibilities. I kept busy taking care of our baby and the apartment, as well as doing the laundry and food shopping.Our building has twelve apartments on each of six floors, and each floor has a laundry room with two washers and two dryers. We are on the third floor and the laundry room is right across the hall from our apartment. It’s a little noisy sometimes, but it is also convenient. I did laundry three or four times a week and was able to go during the work day when there were rarely other people around. We were using cloth diapers to save money, and that caused a lot of extra loads.We had been in our new apartment for two weeks and had not gotten to know any of our almanbahis şikayet neighbors. Ed and I were still reticent to venture out much. We didn’t want to socialize with the black people and were quite frankly a little afraid of them.Ed and I were used to dressing casually when living in Jackson, and we kept the same habits in Baltimore. I usually wear Ed’s sleeveless undershirts and a pair of thin cotton shorts around the apartment, with no underwear. The undershirts are made of that thin, ribbed cotton that is so soft. My DD-cup, lactating breasts look huge in those shirts and Ed loves the way my tits shift, sway and jiggle when wearing them. I hate to brag, but I probably should tell you a little more about my appearance.I am five feet and six inches tall and, being pregnant at the time, weighed around one hundred and thirty pounds. My hair is brunette, with a shaggy, shoulder-length cut. That contrasts well with my alabaster skin and sparkling blue eyes. Most people consider me to be pretty, and Ed loves my full, round ass. He loves the whole package as I parade around in our apartment dressed that way, even with my growing, pregnant stomach.Ed is a pretty normal guy, I guess, at five feet and ten inches tall and weighing one hundred and seventy pounds. He’s not very athletic or macho at all. His strength lies in his intelligence and the way he does everything he can to please me. His small dick isn’t even a problem, even with my pussy being looser after having our first child, because of the way he likes to suck my pussy to orgasm all the time.I usually go across the hall to do laundry when our son is taking his afternoon naps. I can see our apartment door from the laundry room and I have a baby monitor that provides video and audio of him in his crib. Since no one is usually around, I wear the undershirt and shorts just like I do in the apartment.At the beginning of our third week in Baltimore, I was in the laundry room folding one load of clothes and diapers while the other load was almost finished in the dryer. I only used one washer and dryer at a time to be fair to other tenants, in case they came in when I was there. I had just checked my baby monitor when a black man came into the room.He was a little scary to me since he’s about six feet and two inches tall and weighs maybe one hundred and ninety pounds. His skin is very black, and he was wearing a t-shirt and athletic shorts. He looks to be in his late-forties and is ruggedly handsome, with a shaved head. I wasn’t used to having conversations with black people and was a little startled when he spoke to me.He must have noticed that I was anxious and said, in his deep, baritone voice, “Good afternoon, little lady, I’m sorry if I startled you.”I glanced up and noticed that he was staring at my breasts in the thin undershirt, since my big tits, dark areolas, nipples, and pregnant belly were plainly visible. I didn’t want to be too obvious and cover myself right away, so I just nodded to acknowledge him and kept folding my laundry.He kept staring at me and smiled as he said, “My name is Daniel, and my wife, Emma, and I live next door to you. I just rotated to the night shift for the next three weeks at work, so I haven’t been around during the day to meet you until now. And damn, you are one fine looking white girl. I love everything about white, big-breasted, pregnant women.”My husband and other Southern white men from our home town were never that forward and pushy with women. I knew that men enjoyed looking at my body, especially before I was pregnant, but very few ever acknowledged it out loud. At first, I was taken aback by his aggressive comments. Then I realized that it felt good to be complimented, since I was feeling a little down about myself and my growing belly. For all I knew it might have been a cultural thing for black men to be more direct with women.I know that I should have slapped his face or given him some shit for talking to me that way. But there was just something about his smile, friendliness and assertive manner that was attractive to me. I couldn’t understand my feelings; especially given the way I had been raised to be prejudiced against black people. He seemed so self-assured and I was curious whether he really had any experience with white women.So instead of getting angry, I decided to taunt him and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Daniel, my name is Kendra. And just what the hell would you know about pregnant white women anyway?”He smiled at me and said, “Well, Kendra, if you’re sure you want me to tell you I will. Just make sure you want to hear it.”I nodded for him to continue and he said, “Okay, girl, you asked for it. In my experience, some white husbands don’t like having sex with their wives when they’re pregnant. That doesn’t make any sense to me because many women are horny as hell when they’re pregnant. Even better, their pussies are juicier and slicker then. So, I’m always happy to help out when I get the chance. Those little white dicks don’t satisfy them nearly as well as my big chocolate stick does either.”It was somehow exciting to me hearing him say those things, even though I could hardly believe that he would be that open and blunt with me, almanbahis canlı casino especially since we had just met. I was so naïve at the time. I had only experienced Ed’s little dick and had never heard about black men having big cocks and fucking white wives.I thought for a few moments and said, “Oh sure, Daniel, like I really believe that shit. No offense, but what self-respecting, married white woman is going to fuck a black man behind her husband’s back.”Daniel laughed and replied, “Who said that those wives and husbands are self-respecting. They love demeaning themselves by being submissive to dominant black men with big cocks. You must have never heard of white, cuckold couples who love black cocks. Those submissive white husbands with little dicks encourage and even participate in their wives fucking black men. And shit, they even love to suck their wives’ pussies clean afterwards and suck the black guys’ cocks clean too.”His comments were turning me one, but I couldn’t let him know that. So, I said, “That sounds like a lot of bullshit to me, Daniel. I have to admit that you’re pretty good at making stuff up, though.”He openly rubbed his crotch as he said, “You don’t have to believe me, Kendra. I can give you a couple of websites to go to where you can read stories and look at video clips about cuckold encounters. Or, you can just go down the hall and talk to our neighbor, Sally, about it. She and her husband know all about that and my big cock.”After his last comments he was looking at me and his eyes suddenly got bigger. That’s when he smiled and said, “Damn, white girl, I didn’t realize that you were breast feeding until just now. Your shirt is getting all wet. I love to suck big, white, milk-filled titties.”I was embarrassed when I looked down and saw wet spots from my breast milk on both sides. That made the thin cotton almost transparent and he saw both of my dark areolas. I didn’t have time to say anything back to him because I saw on my monitor that my son was waking up and I needed to get back to my apartment. The dryer with my second load was finished, so I gathered everything up and headed out of the laundry room door. I looked back at Daniel, and he was still rubbing his crotch as he gave me those website names.Then I said, “Okay, Daniel, I’ll do some research on the cuckold thing this afternoon, but I still think you;re making up all of this.”After breast feeding my son and folding the rest of the clothes, I had a little free time to investigate the two websites that Daniel gave me. The headline banner on the first site I tried read ‘Black Cocks for Slutty White Wives’. I was shocked looking at the first few, five-minute video clips. They showed white husbands sitting passively on the beds, stroking their small dicks, while their pretty and big-breasted wives were sucking and fucking black men, without using condoms. Their cocks were huge, and I watched in amazement as those thick, black cocks pounded the wives’ hairy, white pussies.Then I pulled up and read several of the stories that described in very explicit details the sex acts and some of the motivating factors behind living the cuckold lifestyle. Those descriptions of the white women and men surrendering themselves to the sexual whims of the black studs were arousing to me. A couple of them even described scenarios where black men were fucking their white neighbors’ wives. I was beginning to see black men in a new light. They were taking advantage of the white couples’ submissive and decadent natures, and in the process providing extraordinary, perverted sexual pleasure for everyone involved.While watching the videos and reading the stories, I couldn’t help thinking of Ed’s hunger for my juicy pussy. I watched those other husbands sucking the black men’s’ cum from their wives’ cunts, and easily visualized Ed and me in their place. Those cocks looked so huge and desirable to me, having previously only seen what I then knew is Ed’s small dick.I ended up reading stories all afternoon and fingered myself to four orgasms. I was feeling so guilty, fantasizing about fucking big, black cocks. At the same time, I was speculating that Ed would likely love to suck my pussy clean after being fucked by black men that way.Ed didn’t know what had gotten into me that night. He got home late from work and was exhausted. But after getting our son to sleep, I pulled Ed into the bedroom to fuck me. It took him a little longer than usual to ejaculate, and then I pulled his mouth to my pussy and held him there, imagining that he was eating a black man’s cum from me. At that point I hadn’t decided to actually fuck a black man, but I knew that I at least had to see one of those big cocks.I stayed in the apartment the next day reading cuckold stories and looking at a few more of those black cocks on video. I masturbated five times that day, and still fucked Ed again that night. I thought about whether I should tell Ed about my new perversion but was afraid that he would be upset with me for watching videos and reading stories about interracial sex.The next day I went to do laundry again dressed the same way as before, after putting the baby down for a nap. Daniel must have been listening almanbahis casino for me to go there because he showed up only a couple of minutes after I started my first load. He was staring at my tits and stomach again as he said, “Good afternoon, Kendra. Did you get a chance to look at either of those websites yet?”I purposely looked down at his crotch and tried to lead him on saying, “Yes, Daniel, I read dozens of stories and watched a few of the videos. It’s still hard for me to believe, though. The big cocks in the videos didn’t look real, and some of the stories seemed exaggerated to me. I just find it hard to imagine a man having a cock that long and thick, especially after being used to my husband’s four-inch, thin dick.”It was important to me that he made the first move, so I was happy when he brazenly started pulling down his athletic shorts saying, “Well, I sure don’t mind showing you my cock, and even soft it’s a lot fucking bigger than four inches.”He wasn’t wearing underwear and I soon saw his kinky, black pubic hair and the base of his thick cock appearing before my eyes. In only a few more seconds I was looking at his soft, uncircumcised, coal-black cock hanging heavily between his legs. It must have been eight inches long and almost as thick as my wrist. He also has huge, egg-sized balls, and they were hanging down and swinging between his legs.Daniel watched me staring at his cock with my mouth hanging open, and then said in a soothing, deep voice, “Go ahead and stroke it for me, white girl. You know you want to touch it, and I want to show you how big it gets.”I reached down and gripped his cock and was turned on by the heat, thickness and protruding veins. I had never felt a foreskin before and liked the way it slid back and forth as I started stroking his thick meat. It only took a few seconds for his cock to lengthen to what looked like eleven inches, as it grew even thicker. My hand didn’t even fit all the way around his cock as I began stroking it.Before I realized what was happening, he tilted my head back with his hand and leaned down to kiss me. His thick lips were soft as he pushed his tongue into my mouth and began passionately kissing me. I had been so bigoted for most of my life, and there I was locked in a sloppy, wet kiss with a big, black man. We continued to kiss, and I tongued him back as he effortlessly lifted me up a few inches to sit me on the laundry table.His precum was running heavily down my stroking hand as he fondled and rubbed my big breasts with both hands. I knew that I was letting things get out of hand but didn’t care. His big cock felt so good in my hand and I loved the feeling of his strength and aggressiveness. Next thing I knew he pulled up hard on my undershirt to lift it above my pendulous breasts. Then he pulled away from our kiss and leaned down to suck my tit, as I continued stroking his black cock.Ed had sucked my milk-swollen tits a few times and swallowed my milk, but never as aggressively as Daniel was sucking me. For the first time ever, I was becoming extremely aroused at having my breasts sucked, and it was almost as if my mammary glands were connected directly to my vagina.His cock was rock hard, and he began thrusting it in my hand, and moving closer to my pussy. I was at the perfect height on the table to be fucked by him. What he was doing to my breasts felt so good, but I wasn’t yet sure if I was ready to be fucked by another man for the first time. I thought that if I could get down from the table, I would turn around and at least let him hump his cock against my ass until he got some relief and ejaculated.I pushed him back, hopped off the table, and turned around with my back to him. He continued to fondle my bare breasts by reaching around my sides, as I leaned slightly over the table. I still had my shorts on and he began stroking his cock against and through my ass crack. It felt so good being powerfully humped that way by Daniel.After a few minutes humping me I felt his hands on the waistband of my shorts as he began to pull them down. It was clear to me that he at least wanted to feel his bare cock on my bare ass. I began to wonder if I had given him the wrong signal when I jumped off the table and turned my back to him. He could have been thinking that I was giving the go ahead to be fucked from behind.He pulled my shorts down to mid-thigh and I felt his huge black shaft as he resumed humping my ass crack. I felt the copious precum as it lubricated my ass, and that was a new and very erotic experience for me. Then it felt like he took his cock in his hand and began pressing his cock head deep into the crack of my big, cushy ass. It was almost as if he was trying to find a hole, any hole, to fuck as he rubbed it directly on my asshole.At one point he pushed his big cock farther down and thrusted towards me. I felt his thick meat squeeze between the top of my thighs and just below my ass and pussy. The pressure of the top of his cock rubbing back and forth against my vulva and clit were driving me wild with lust. My pussy was dripping with juices as he pushed in on the next stroke and tilted his hips back to change the angle of his cock between my legs. That’s when I felt the huge head of his cock pushing into my labia.I knew that I would surrender myself to him as I pushed back against his cock, and felt my labia part to let him in. I had never been fucked by a cock that large, and his fuck meat is so thick and was tight in my vulva.
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