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Authors name: Hardy (femur24@aol.com)
Story title : Appendage

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Appendage (MMF, intr, reluc, wife, intr, preg)
By Hardy (femur24@aol.com)

***

A story about black equipment. My wife reluctantly 
involved, while I watched. Compulsion to accept further 
involvement -- she's helpless to alter events; 
consequences ensue.

***

I'm always amused when I read stories that involve black 
men, and how all of them are so well endowed. I think 
that the writers of these stories have not seen very many 
black men naked, or they have a very vivid imagination.

Having been in college athletics for four years, I have 
seen a large number of both white and black men naked, 
and in my opinion there is essentially no difference in 
penis size between white and black men.

However, there are some rare notable exceptions in both 
white and black men. Over these years I have seen three 
white men and two black men who, in there softened state, 
had penises that were very impressive, both long and very 
thick. But this was certainly not the norm in the many 
people I had seen in the showers. Needless to say, these 
men came in for quite a bit of ribbing.

One of these people was Greg, a black man that I played 
football with, both in high school and our college 
careers. We were both from the same city, and we became 
good friends, our friendship continuing into our 
professional life.

Greg always got a lot of teasing about the size of his 
cock, but he took it good naturedly, and would usually 
respond by telling them that they were envious. In 
addition he was quite good looking, and had no trouble 
dating women in college, and mostly he dated white women. 

Word got around about the size of his penis, and the 
combination of being a football star, good looking, and 
also with a large penis, almost had women lining up for a 
date. I think being black also helped, as quite a few 
white women were very interested, perhaps something about 
the forbidden nature of dating across racial lines, and 
the size of his appendage was certainly a plus.

I asked him once if the women he dated had any trouble 
taking a cock that size. He laughed and said that quite 
often that was the case. He said some complained that 
they couldn't take it, and yelled a lot, but he always 
got it into them. It just took a little longer to stretch 
them out. 

Occasionally one of the women would start struggling and 
sobbing, but they were wet by that time, and he just held 
them firmly by their hips and kept pushing till their 
muscles gave way and they were penetrated. I was jealous 
of the ease he had of getting dates, and certainly 
jealous of the amount of sex that he got with very little 
effort. However, some women that had trouble with his 
size did not come back for seconds.

After college we both found jobs in the same city, and we 
continued our friendship. It wasn't long after we got 
jobs that we were married, and we went to each other's 
wedding. Greg married Sandy, a very beautiful black 
women, a standout beauty, lighter in color than Greg. I 
was also fortunate in marrying lovely women whom I met in 
collage. 

Gail was a tall dark-haired woman, with medium sized firm 
lovely breasts below wide shoulders, and with a tapered 
waist swelling to lovely rounded hips and ass. All of 
this above a set of beautiful long legs; a classic 
beauty. She had several modeling jobs, but this was a 
sideline, as she worked as a lawyer in a local law firm. 
Several men had tried to hit on her at different times, 
but even though she was flattered she always resisted 
their advances.

*

We socialized some with Greg and Sandy, frequently going 
to events together, or just having dinner, either at one 
of our places, or at a restaurant. Also Greg and I played 
a lot of tennis. I had played for years and was a very 
competent player, whereas Greg was just a beginner, but 
he brought a lot of enthusiasm to the game, and was 
anxious to learn. Being a natural athlete, and taking 
tennis lessons he progressed rapidly, so I didn't mind 
playing with him, and it wasn't long before I had to 
expend some effort to win our games.

I noticed that at times my wife was flustered when Greg 
was around, and sometimes she blushed when she found Greg 
looking at her. A couple of times I mentioned to her that 
Greg had a very large cock, and I said that I didn't know 
how his wife is able to take him on a regular basis. 
However we knew that he played around. I said, "I can 
understand why he is able to seduce other women as he is 
very good looking." 

Then I asked her if she had any fantasies about Greg. She 
denied it but she blushed, and I suspected that she did 
think about him in a sexual way. She said "Yu know, I 
have always been faithful to you." And then candidly, "I 
do find him attractive, but he and his wife are good 
friends, so that's the way it will stay and I don't want 
to change that."

A couple of weeks later my wife and Sandy had lunch 
together. Gail said that they began talking about their 
spouses, and Sandy stated that she knew her husband 
played around with other women, but she didn't appear 
concerned about it, and I asked her why she tolerated it. 

She said, "You know, Greg has a very large cock, and when 
he's doing it to me all the time I get very sore, so I'm 
glad to get a rest now and then, but I also love the guy, 
and he is a good provider, so I overlook his 
philandering. You know he only seduces white women, 
mostly married white women. I think he likes to get back 
at whites for the way they treated blacks in the past. 
I'm sure when he gets that cock into them, they are 
stretched out pretty good, and their husbands suffer in 
comparison."

That night Gail related their conversation to me. I was 
surprised that she tolerated his infidelities, but it was 
none of my business, and I said this to my wife.

"I know you have fantasies, but I don't want you acting 
on them. I know he is good-looking, black and with a 
large prick, but don't get any ideas. He must bring out 
something primitive in white women, maybe to sample the 
forbidden, or the sheer naughtiness of being taken by a 
black man, perhaps fantasies of being taken forcefully, 
and made to submit to one." 

Greg did have an overwhelming aura about him, a sexuality 
that was apparent to women, and appealing.

With all this talk about Greg and sexuality, I found 
myself inexplicably aroused. I never told my wife that I 
had sexual fantasies about her having sex with another 
man, but there were times in the past when I had thought 
about it, and now I thought about it even more, thinking 
about Greg getting it on with my wife, thinking about 
Greg seducing her. 

Even though I knew that this should not happen, the image 
of them together would intrude into my mind at times. But 
it would hurt our long relationship, our friendship. But 
this did not stop the thoughts of Greg fucking my wife. 
Sometimes, when my wife and I were making love, I would 
fantasize that Greg was doing it to her, and I would get 
very hard and soon would come in her.

Frequently after playing tennis we would stop either at 
my place or Greg's for a few drinks. At one of these 
times I mentioned that women just seemed drawn to him, 
and I said that even my wife was attracted to him, and 
got kind of fluttery when he was around.

"I know that you haven't tried to seduce her, but if you 
did I know she would not succumb to you. She has always 
been faithful to me." Then Greg was smiling at me and 
said, "How do you know she would be faithful to you? 
Would you like me to give her a try, just to be sure she 
would remain virtuous?"

I said, "No, I don't want you to come onto her." 

But he had planted a seed in my mind, and I found it hard 
to shake the thought of them making love, the thought of 
his cock inside her. Much as I wanted to, I could not 
prevent the image of her being penetrated by his huge 
cock.

I have noticed that women who have very good legs tend to 
show them off by wearing short skirts, and my wife did 
just that. Her skirts were usually above the knee, 
revealing her very attractive legs. She got lots of looks 
from men and I did not mind this, as I was proud to be 
the husband of such an attractive women, and she 
invariably wore skirts rather that slacks.

But there was a down side to this, for sometimes when 
Greg was over, and she was sitting opposite him, 
occasionally her thighs would separate as she leaned to 
get something, or as she was getting up or sitting down. 
I knew at these times that Greg had a good view of her 
stocking-clad thighs, and her naked thighs above her 
stocking tops, and I suspected that he had an occasional 
view of her nylon panties. 

A couple of times I saw Greg catching a quick view up her 
skirts He did not seem to mind that I had caught him, and 
just smiled. I warned my wife about this and asked her to 
be more careful, especially with Greg. However, she liked 
the attention she received, even though I was sure that 
she never would allow him to make love to her, or any 
other man who admired her.

We played tennis quite often, and after our games we 
would stop at his place or mine for a couple of drinks 
Usually by the time my wife got home from work we would 
say good-bye. But occasionally, my wife would be gone and 
we would eat at his place, and if his wife was gone on 
our tennis day, Greg would eat at our place. Other times 
we would do things as couples. 

On one of these days when Sandy was out of town on 
business, and we had played tennis, I invited him to 
dinner, and he accepted. This day we had a good match, 
and this time he finally won, and he was quite pleased. 
He said as a reward I should let him service my wife.

"Sure, and then when you lose, I should service your 
wife. Just forget it."

I had called my wife and told her that Greg would have 
dinner with us, so we showered at my place and got into 
some slacks, and then opened a beer. By the time she 
arrived home from work we had polished off about three 
beers, and I fixed a couple of drinks for my wife. She 
was still in her business clothes, a jacket, blouse and 
skirt. 

Soon we were all feeling relaxed so we fixed dinner, and 
we had our dinner with a couple of bottles of wine which 
Greg supplied. My wife did not bother to change, just 
taking off her jacket. She looked very attractive in her 
sheer white nylon blouse and her tailored gray skirt, and 
showing the usual amount of nylon clad legs. By the time 
dinner was over and we had a liquor, we were feeling no 
pain.

While my wife was doing dishes, Greg and I were in the 
large family room finishing our after dinner drinks. Then 
he said, "Why don't you arrange for Gail to be alone with 
me?"

I said, "Even if I wanted to, which I don't, how would we 
do that?" 

He replied, "You could go up to bed and kind of fall 
asleep. I know she finds you attractive, and even though 
she had a few drinks you would not get anywhere, even if 
I arranged for you to be alone with her." 

Then he challenged me; "If you have the courage of your 
convictions you won't worry about your wife being seduced 
by me."

Well that got me thinking. If Gail was alone with him 
would she be able to resist his advances?

Should I even give him an opportunity? I thought if she 
was not resisting his advances I could intervene at any 
point. I had mixed emotions; could I deal with it if my 
wife was succumbing to him? Greg, looking at me smugly, 
"Maybe you don't want to know, maybe you don't trust her. 
Maybe you're afraid that I might be successful."

Finally I said, "Alright, I know my wife, even if she is 
aroused she won't let you seduce her, and remember you 
are not to force her, or I will intervene."

Greg said he had never forced a women to have sex with 
him.

My wife joined us for a drink when the dishes were done, 
and without saying anything, I slipped up to our bedroom 
and quickly undressed and got into bed. It wasn't long 
before she came up to check on me, and I pretended to be 
asleep. She pulled at my shoulder, but I did not respond, 
so she went back downstairs to join Greg. I moved to the 
stairway and heard her say to him "He's asleep - I 
couldn't wake him; I think he's out for the night." 

Then it was quiet for a while so I moved downstairs to 
the darkened hallway and positioned myself so I could see 
them in our large family room. If I hadn't had several 
drinks, I would not take this chance, letting them be 
alone together. I'm sure Greg knew that I was near. 

Finally he made his move while he was standing, 
supposedly getting ready to leave. He pulled my wife into 
his arms, and kissed her. Her eyes opened wide in shock, 
and she said, "Don't, don't do this!" 

But he ignored her protests and held her in another kiss, 
holding her longer. 

Breaking the kiss she said, "Stop this! I can't do this 
with you." 

He said, "I know you like me, and you like the attention; 
you get blush when I look at you." 

My wife said, "Yes, I am attracted to you, but I can't 
let you make love to me." Even now my wife was flushed, 
but I thought his attempt on her was over.

I was wrong! Greg pulled her into his arms, kissing her 
again, holding her longer, and now he unbuttoned her 
skirt and pulled the zipper down, pushing on her skirt 
until it fell to her ankles. She protested again, but her 
protests fell on deaf ears as he now undid her blouse and 
pulled it free. 

She said, "Please Greg, don't do any more; I can't give 
myself to you." She was standing in her peach colored 
bra, and matching sheer lacy slip, as he was holding and 
caressing her. In spite of her protests she was 
responding to him, her eyes wide, her face flushed, 
trembling in his arms.

She stood, almost as if paralyzed, as he unsnapped her 
bra, pulling it off her shoulders, her beautiful firm 
breasts exposed, my wife gasping as he continued working 
on her, kissing and caressing her, now stroking her 
breasts, the nipples hardening to his touch. She pleaded 
with him, but she appeared helpless, and he was 
relentless, pushing her slip down until it joined her 
skirt at her ankles. 

She was trembling, and she was clearly very aroused, 
responding to him, as step by step he was expertly 
seducing her. I still believed that she wouldn't let him 
go all the way, but I was beginning to worry. She was 
resisting, but it appeared to be a token resistance, 
which he was steadily and relentlessly overcoming. I 
found myself aroused by this erotic scene, and I did not 
know what to do-to intervene now, or see if this was 
going further.

Then Greg lifted her free of her skirt and slip and laid 
her down on the huge sofa, pulling off her shoes. She was 
feebly attempting to prevent him from going further, 
saying, "You have to stop, I can't do this to my husband. 
I've always been faithful to him." 

She was flushed, trembling, and breathing rapidly He 
gripped the legs of her panties and started pulling them 
down, but my wife was holding the waistband and saying, 
"Please don't take my panties down! Please don't!"

But he continued pulling on them until she lost her grip, 
and he pulled them from under her hips and ass, down her 
stocking clad thighs to her ankles and then off, my wife 
gasping as he relieved her of her panties.

She lay there wide-eyed, naked except for her garter belt 
and sheer stockings, looking incredibly erotic. She 
feebly attempted to raise up, but he held her and 
continued his caresses. She couldn't help herself, 
couldn't prevent her arousal, and pleading with him did 
not stop him from relentlessly seducing her. I could see 
her losing control as he stroked her, my wife gasping 
when he pushed her thighs open, gasping again when his 
fingers found her cunt, stroking her there. 

When he spread her thighs even more, I realized that she 
was surrendering to him, that she lost any will to 
resist. She began whimpering and moaning as he moved his 
tongue on her nipples, and stroked into her red and 
moistening cunt, the lips gaping slightly. There were 
tears on her face as she realized that she was helpless, 
and that she was going to submit to him.

He continued his stroking and caresses till she was 
moaning with her arousal, and I realized that she was 
going to be fucked, that she had no will to resist, that 
she was surrendering to him. He realized this also, and 
at that moment he quickly stripped. 

When his shorts came down we were looking at a very large 
and very hard cock. When she saw his cock she gasped, and 
said " oh no, oh my God, I can't take that!" But I knew 
she was going to, and Greg knew it also. She had closed 
her thighs, but she was helpless and he easily spread 
them again, and then mounted her, covering her, directing 
his extremely hard cock against the moist open lips of 
her cunt, moving his cock against her cunt, wetting the 
large purple head.

He started slowly pushing into her, the lips of her cunt 
beginning to stretch as he began his entry, my wife 
groaning at the insistent pressure, spreading her legs 
more and raising her knees to ease this pressure, making 
his entry easier. He began to push more strongly, and my 
wife cried out as he entered her, her cunt tightly 
stretched around his thick cock.

Now his cock began invading her as he slowly pushed 
deeper into her, my wife groaning continuously, her 
thighs fully open. Moving back and forth, wetting his 
cock, he finally pushed fully into her, my wife giving a 
hoarse cry as he impaled her on his cock. It was far too 
late to stop this now, since I was incredibly aroused, 
and was also helpless.

Even though I thought she wouldn't be seduced by this 
stud, somewhere in my mind, I knew that I was going to 
see this stud service her, and watch her being thoroughly 
fucked.

He held his cock fully into her until she got until she 
got used to his size, and he began to fuck her with slow 
deep strokes, gradually increasing his thrusting till my 
wife was moaning, her legs lifting up, her body jerking 
with each thrust. 

I was watching that thick cock moving in and out of her 
cunt, and then she folded her stocking clad legs over 
his, suddenly crying out and clutching him, her body 
shaking as she came. He held her till her spasms 
subsided, and then began moving in her again, taking a 
long time with her, enjoying his conquest, and her 
submission, and he enjoyed making her come

He began thrusting into her more powerfully, punishing 
her with his cock, and soon she was responding again, and 
then her body stiffened as another orgasm was full upon 
her, and she cried out, her body in spasm. At this moment 
Greg groaned and thrust fully into her, pulling her hips 
and ass tightly against him as he came in her, holding 
her until he emptied his cock, draining his cock in her. 
Suddenly I thought about a condom, but it was too late 
now, her cunt full of his semen, her legs around his 
thighs.

Finally he moved off and she lay there, her legs spread, 
her cunt gaping widely, Watching this stud servicing my 
wife I almost came myself, incredibly aroused by this 
erotic scene, almost forgetting that it was my wife that 
got so thoroughly fucked. 

I know I would have come if I touched myself. Now my wife 
was crying softly, tears running down her cheeks, tears 
of regret that she had surrendered her body to this stud, 
that she had lost control and was helpless to prevent his 
invasion. She had never been fucked so deeply, or 
responded with total lack of control, and I knew that she 
never came like the did with him. He was smiling now 
after his conquest, and knowing that I had witnessed her 
seduction, and seen how she responded. 

She was still sobbing softly as she closed her legs, and 
then slowly began dressing. Then she said, "This isn't 
going to happen again; and it would not have happened if 
I hadn't had those drinks!"

I hurried upstairs and got into bed. I heard Greg 
leaving, and she did not come to bed immediately; so I 
assumed that she was cleaning up, but when she did come 
up and begin to undress, I pretended to wake up and said, 
"It's late - did Greg just go?" 

And she nodded yes.

"He stayed very late, did he try anything with you?"

She said, "No, we just talked."

I told her, "I woke up when I heard a noise downstairs, 
so I got up and came down to check, and the noise I heard 
was Greg seducing you. I saw what happened!"

She started to cry and said, "I'm so sorry, I thought I 
could stop him, but I got carried away, and I couldn't 
help myself. Looking at me she continued, "How much did 
you see?"

"Everything."

"Then why didn't you stop him?"

" I wanted to see what would happen, if he would try to 
seduce you, and if so, how far would you let him go."

"When you saw he was going to fuck me, why didn't you 
stop him then?"

"I got excited; I got carried away also when I saw what 
was happening, and I thought I would stop him before he 
put his cock into you. But it was so erotic, and I did 
not think he could get that huge cock into you. But he 
did, and then it was too late, and I had to watch till it 
was over."

Then she got angry and said, "You set me up, and then you 
watched your own wife getting seduced by him, and you got 
a thrill out of watching him strip off my clothes and 
then fuck me. Your own wife. I don't believe this!"

I told her I was sorry, that I didn't think it would go 
that far.

She was still angry and said, "You enjoyed watching your 
own wife get fucked-you stood there and watched and you 
didn't do anything. If you enjoyed it so much, maybe I 
should do it again."

I told her that she had very much enjoyed getting 
serviced by that stud, enjoyed getting thoroughly fucked. 
She said she couldn't help herself, but we were not going 
to drink and do this scene again.

I was still thinking about what happened, and I was 
getting hard again, and she reached over and felt me, 
felt my arousal. She said " come on, you might as well be 
second." 

Then I mounted her. She was very loose but still I came 
quickly.

"He stretched me out pretty good, didn't he? I never 
thought I would stretch that much. Maybe we both realized 
our fantasy. You know I found him exciting --what women 
wouldn't, but I did not know that you would get aroused 
watching Greg fucking me. God! I wonder if Sandy will 
know what happened?"

I thought that would be the end of it, but a few days 
later when I got home Gail was tearful. I sensed what 
happened, and then the story unfolded. Greg had come over 
in the afternoon, and when my wife let him in, he just 
picked her up in his arms and carried her into the 
bedroom.

She protested, but he ignored her protests, and when she 
tried to fend him off he would push her arms to her 
sides. Finally she just stood there, wide-eyed, as he 
began undressing her. He methodically removed her dress, 
her bra, her slip and panties till she stood naked and 
helpless before him. He stood there smiling at her, then 
stripped till he was also naked, his cock standing 
straight out.

Then he pushed her down on the bed and easily spread her 
legs, and knelt between her thighs. She was so aroused 
and wet, being taken this way, taken like a whore. Again 
he began stretching her as he pushed into her cunt, 
stretching her till his entry was painful, and she was 
crying out as she was penetrated deeply. 

Once more he fucked her powerfully and thoroughly till 
she was crying out as she came, coming even more strongly 
as she felt the head of his cock begin to swell, and to 
pulsate deeply into her body as she was fully impaled. He 
held her firmly till he had emptied himself into her, his 
semen flooding her. She lay there conquered, naked and 
spread-eagled on our bed, their moistures seeping from 
her. Smiling at her, he dressed and left.

I was both aroused and angry at what had transpired. I 
didn't know what to do. Should I tell his wife? We talked 
about what to do. She said she was powerless, incapable 
of stopping him. I wondered if he would take her again.

I got the answer to that one-week later. He had come over 
in the morning and the same thing happened. She had been 
unable to stop him from taking her again, and he had 
taken her roughly. She had been humiliated by him--he 
made her raise her dress and slip till her panties were 
exposed, and then turn slowly around, treating her like a 
common whore. 

He had fucked her on her back, and when he recovered he 
put her on her hands and knees, her face pressed to the 
bed, and taken her again. He said this is how white men 
treated their black slaves-treating them like animals, 
and making them pregnant.

I told her if this happens again we are going to talk to 
his wife. She can stop him. My wife said we have to do 
something. She said she had never been so helpless. "This 
is the end; I am not going to give into him again."

Five days later, she was going downtown to a luncheon 
with three women friends. A short time before they 
arrived, and my wife had just finished dressing, Greg 
arrived, walked in and came upstairs to our bedroom. She 
was angry and told him to leave as her friends were 
coming soon to pick her up. He told her that they better 
hurry as he was going to fuck her before she left. 

She said absolutely not! Just then the women drove up and 
she said she was going. Greg told her if she didn't fuck 
him he was going to walk out with her to the car, and 
what would her friends think then? Her pleading fell on 
deaf ears. He said open the window and tell them that she 
had an important telephone call and would be a few 
minutes. She realized she had no choice; she couldn't let 
them see this black man; so she did she was told.

He took her to the bed and put her on her hands and 
knees, pushing her head to the bed. He pulled up her 
dress and slip till they were hanging from her waist, and 
pulled her lacy sheer panties to her knees, then spread 
her thighs apart. She was whimpering, knowing resisting 
was futile, tearful as he dropped his trousers and 
underwear, approaching her with his rigid cock. 

To her distress she was becoming wet, but did as he said, 
keeping her thighs apart so it would be over soon. He 
wasn't gentle, wetting his cock against the wet lips of 
her cunt and pressing strongly into her. She muffled her 
cries in the bedspread as he ravaged her cunt, stretching 
her again as he stroked powerfully into her. Her body 
betrayed her again, and she climaxed as he held her hips, 
pushing fully into her.

She felt him swell, his semen spurting and pulsing 
against her cervix. Her humiliation was complete! He soon 
withdrew from her, pulling up her panties to trap the 
fluids. He wouldn't let her clean up, pushing her to the 
door, sending her out to her waiting friends, who had 
impatiently honked their horn.

Her friends noted her flushed appearance, but she told 
them she was racing around getting ready. Even though she 
kept her thighs pressed firmly together she felt the 
juices soaking into her panties and slip. She hoped it 
wouldn't stain her skirt. But by holding her thighs 
together she still held a large amount of semen in her 
cunt, and surely some had entered her uterus.

When we were home I heard the story. She was worried that 
she might become pregnant, since no protection was used 
during these couplings, and she thought Greg was trying 
to make her pregnant. We called Sandy and said we had to 
get together to talk, and she said to come over this 
evening. I asked her if we could see her alone, without 
Greg being there.

When we arrived and sat down we told Sandy the whole 
story, and we asked that she stop him. Sandy laughed and 
said, "I know all about it; Greg told me everything; 
about how he seduced you, and each time he fucked you, 
and with my encouragement. How did you feel with that 
huge cock inside you? He said that once he stretched you 
out, and started fucking you -- you really got into it. I 
just wish I had been there, watching you underneath him, 
watching him fill you with his semen."

"How could you do this? I thought we were friends."

"We did this with our other friends also, so you aren't 
special. We planned your seduction together, we really 
liked the challenge, and I get a thrill each time he 
fucks a white women, especially a married one. It's black 
peoples time now, and I hope he made you pregnant; it 
won't be the first time that he fertilized a white 
women."

We left angry, and she was sobbing. I said, "We're never 
going to see them again! I just hope that you are not 
pregnant." 

We soon found out that she was, and over the next few 
weeks, watching her abdomen swelling, I was remembering 
the erotic scenes of this stud servicing my wife with his 
huge cock, fucking her in a way that I never could.

END

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