Black Is Better Ch 01

WARNING: In my stories, I tend to use the "n-word" quite a bit. If you can't handle reading that...then please leave.

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Just because black slavery is done in the US, and just because the white population apologized for their actions doesn't mean that everything is okay. There are many black men in America who feel that the only true retribution is for whites to be enslaved in turn. This story follows a simple white couple who unfortunately crossed paths with a naturally superior black boy who wanted to enslave all whites.

For all intents and purposes, I am of no real importance to the world. I'm a simple accountant named Jon. I lived a pretty normal life. I have a wife of 20 years, named Jessica, and an 18 year old son named Zach. My love life with my wife has been lacking as of the last few years. I can't quite put my finger on what the problem is, but she just seems to be bored of it all.

Perhaps it was because she's a stay at home mom. She never needed to get a job, because I make plenty money for our family. This whole thing seemed to start when I hired a pool boy from Zach's high school. I spoke to my son and he told me that the quarterback of the high school, Tyrone, was in need of a decent side job. Everything seemed to be going fine, until one day my wife confronted me about why our love life is lacking.

"Jon, I need to talk to you before you leave for work." Jessica looked over at me with a concerned look on her face.

"Okay, sure." I walked over to the bed with my wife and sat down with her. "Is something wrong?"

"Jon...I know what I need to be happy." I must have had a confused look on my face, because before I responded she added, "You know full well that our sex life has become monotonous and boring. I can't be the only one feeling like this."

"Well, yeah. I guess I know what you're talking about. But I promise that I'll do anything it takes to make you happy again. Now what were you saying before? If you know what you need to be happy...I'll do it."

Jessica had such a pained look on her face, as if she knew I wouldn't want to hear what she had to say next. "I-I want to have a threesome. I've already got the guy picked out. I just have a feeling that this is exactly what we need to change this rut we've been in."

I was flabbergasted. I couldn't imagine how this could help our marriage. But all of that doubt was overcome by the look in her eyes. I hadn't seen her look that happy since Zach's birth. I knew that even though I might not be happy about it, this was just what she needed to become happy again.

"You know what...I'll do it. I'll do whatever makes you happy, sweetheart. Who did you have in mind?"

You know that pool boy we hired a couple weeks ago?" I knew exactly who she was talking about. In fact, I shouldn't have been surprised. From the first moment I looked at him I noticed how incredibly in shape he was. He might only be 18 years old, but he's got to be the most buff man of his age I've ever seen.

I never really talked to be boy, mainly because the few times I did he was short with me and seemed pissed off at me for some reason. "I understand that Tyrone is only 18 years old, but I bet I can teach him a thing or two. In fact, I bet even you can teach him a little something. Zach is at one of his friend's houses tonight. Maybe we can get this together tonight."

"Well, I guess I can go talk with him. I just saw him outside at the pool. Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life. This recent boring stretch we've been through isn't fair to either of us. We both deserve a little excitement in our sex life." I had no idea what she meant by that. I'm not going to have any fun by having a huge black boy fuck my wife.

I walked downstairs and out the backdoor. Standing by the pool was Tyrone. Don't get me wrong...I'm not gay, but I've never seen a better looking man in my life. He is basically a living version of those Greek marble statues.

He's the kind of man that women go crazy about. He stood at about 6 foot tall, and definitely wasn't shy about showing off his ripped chest. I stumbled up to him, still dazed by the conversation I just had with my wife.

"Hey, Tyrone, can I talk to you about something real quick?"

"Yeah, I guess. What do you want?" Like every other time I've spoken to him, Tyrone seemed to be pissed at me. For some reason, he looked down at me almost as if he knew I needed something from him. I could barely get my words out, oddly enough. There was something about being near Tyrone that made me feel weak.

"W-Well...Jessica, my wife, kind of needs some help from you." The more I spoke, the more I could see Tyrone's attention being peaked.

"Oh yeah...Well, I bet I know what it is. She wants to fuck me, doesn't she?" I could barely believe what I was hearing. This was quickly becoming the worst day of my life. Judging by the smile on Tyrone's face, I knew that he didn't object to being with my wife.

"Well...ugh..." I couldn't even muster up the courage to admit that my wife wanted to have sex with someone else.

"Come on, Jon. Tell me that you want me to fuck your wife." He said with the cockiest tone and smirk.

"I-I...I guess she does. How could you have possible known that, though?"

"Come on, man...just take a look at me. I've never met a woman who didn't want me inside of them." I couldn't help but stare as he rubbed his chest. The sweat dripping down his body made him glisten in the sunlight.

"S-So does that mean that you'll do it? I know it would mean the world to Jessica."

"Oh, I'll do it for sure. Don't you worry, Jon. This big ol' nigger dick of mine will make her very happy; I'll guarantee it." As Tyrone walked away I simply could not believe what I had just heard. None of this seemed like a good idea anymore. But something inside of me was awoken.

I'm not sure why...but hearing Tyrone talk about his big nigger dick got me really worked up. I had heard tales of how black men were always more endowed than white men. I guess I would find out soon enough.

That night, I stumbled up the stairs in a groggy state. My mind was swimming with images of Tyrone and Jessica. I've never been more nervous about anything in my life. As I entered into my bedroom, I saw Jessica sitting on the side of the bed.

She was wearing one of the hottest lingerie nightgowns I had ever seen. I wasn't even aware that she had something that nice; she certainly never wore it for me. She glanced over at me for a brief second and smiled.

"Tyrone is just in the bathroom freshening up. He said you should do the same." I quickly ran over and sat down beside her.

"Are you sure about this, sweetheart? I can't help but feel like this is a horrible idea. Do you really want to be with this black boy?"

"Oh, Jon, don't think about it like that. I don't want to be with him. I want to be with you...but we both know that you need some help after all these years. Just think of him as a tool you'll be using to make your wife happy."

"Oh...okay. I guess that's not so bad." I had to lie right to my wife's face. Her words of encouragement only served to make me even more nervous and unsure.

I walked over to the bathroom door and cracked it open ever so slightly.

"Come on in, Jon. Let's get ready." I stepped through the door and just about fell to the floor. The first sight that met my eyes was a massive limp dick flopping between Tyrone's legs. This beast must have been 9 or 10 inches long when flaccid. I didn't even want to imagine how monstrous that thing would get when hard.

The only thing I could think of was being embarrassed by my own cock. I always thought I was a decent size. I could get up to 5 inches hard, and that normally seemed to be good enough for most girls. Tyrone must have noticed me staring in awe. "Bet you've never seen one this big, huh?"

"Well...I-I've seen some guys change in the locker room before, but they were all...ugh...lighter than you."

"What the fuck does that mean? You mean they weren't niggers, right? Yeah, I get that. You white boys never did seem to believe just how hung us niggers are." I was instantly thrown off by his words. I could barely think of what to say next, as Tyrone stood in front of me.

"I-I'm sorry for doubting you, Tyrone." My sight fell down to the floor. For some reason I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes.

"Holy shit, Jon, you're already starting to convert. You're gonna be real easy; I can tell. Well, better get in there. It wouldn't be right to deny Jessica what she really wants." I wasn't quite sure what Tyrone meant about the whole converting thing, but I couldn't dwell on it too long. I had to follow Tyrone into the bedroom.

I could already tell that he wasn't the kind of man that you disobeyed. He towered over me in every possible way. He could kill me with his pinky finger if I didn't follow along. As we walked into the bedroom, Jessica didn't even give me a passing glance. The second Tyrone passed through the doorway, her eyes light up like I've never seen before. She jumped up off the bed and wrapped her arms around Tyrone. She smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen her make.

I guess all this was worth it. As long as she was finally happy again, I could handle a little sharing. She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth as wide as she could. She managed to get out a few garbled words as she strained to keep her mouth open.

"Come on boys, let's get those dicks good and wet for later." I was amazed to hear Jessica speak like that. She hadn't talked dirty like that since we first met 20 years ago. The second Tyrone walked over to her, she grabbed his soft dick and rammed it as far into her throat as she could bear.

She gagged a couple times, still with a smile on her face, then pulled the half hard monster cock out of her mouth and said, "Jesus! If you're gagging me already when you're soft, just imagine the kind of damage you'll do to me when this black cock gets fully hard."

"Nigger cock! It's called a nigger cock, bitch." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. If I had called Jessica a bitch, she would have slapped me right across the face. But instead she just smiled at Tyrone and said,

"Oh, sorry about that. I hope a big, strong nigger like yourself wasn't offended by that." she said as she wrapped both her hands around his now fully erect cock. "Just how big is this monster, anyway?"

"I can get up to 14 inches long when I have a sexy white bitch like you worshiping it." Tyrone grabbed Jessica by the ponytail and forced her mouth down on his massive, pulsing cock as hard as he could. I couldn't help but stare intently in silence for a while. I've never seen someone get that rough during sex. He must have pumped my wife's mouth sore for about 15 minutes straight.

"D-Do you think I can jump in now, Tyrone." The second I spoke, Jessica glanced over at me in surprise. She must have forgotten I was there. Within a second, her eyes went right back to Tyrone's cock.

"I'm not quite done yet, Jon. I think it's important that I get the first go at her. I am the guest here after all." His eyes shifted from down to Jessica who was struggling to take every inch down her throat. "Does that sound good to you, bitch?" She didn't even have breath left to answer. She just slightly nodded her head, then went right back to ruining her throat with the monstrous cock in front of her.

"Oh...O-Okay then. Just let me know when you're done, Tyrone." He must have thought that was funny, because he left out a little chuckle then started using my wife's mouth even harder. Huge bundles of slobber spilled out of her mouth, as Tyrone rammed it deeper and deeper. A half hour must have gone by and then suddenly I heard, "Ahhhh....fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

"That's it, Tyrone. Dump a big load of that sweet nigger cum deep in my belly." She was perched up on her knees as close as she could get to the tip of Tyrone's cock.

"Here it comes, bitch. I'm warning you, though. Once you taste this, you'll never want to taste anything else." Those words only made Jessica look even more anxious and excited. Within a few jerks of Tyrone's cock, huge torrents of cum started erupting from the tip.

As they did, Tyrone let out some of the most masculine and feral sounds I have ever heard a human make. Something about it made me feel ashamed and weak. There was so much thick cum that came out of that black horse cock, I could barely see my wife's face through the mess. She used her hands to wipe as much of it as she could into her mouth, trying not to waste a single drop. Once she was full, she threw herself onto the bed, stuck her ass straight up into the air and said,

"Oh I'm not done with you yet, Tyrone. It's not every day that I get to play with a horse hung nigger in my bedroom. You're not leaving till your job is done." Tyrone didn't miss a beat, and ran right over to Jessica. He rested his rock hard cock against her butthole.

"B-But, don't you think it should be my turn, sweetheart?...I-I've been waiting for hours now." I had finally mustered the courage to speak up.

"Well...how about I just try Tyrone in my ass for a little bit. I promise once we're done with this, it'll be your turn." She didn't look at me once during that sentence. Her eyes were fixed on his veiny, pulsating cock resting on her tight, virgin asshole.

"Yeah! You heard her, white boy. Now step aside, because I'm not even close to done here." Normally, I would be offended by someone talking to me like that...but there was something different about Tyrone. Everything he said and did just felt right to me, even if he was kind of rude to me. I was actually more amazed that Jessica would even want this. Every time in the past 20 years that I had suggested anal sex, she just said how gross it was and never gave it any thought.

"Come on, Tyrone. Don't take it easy on me. Just ram that big, fat meat stick in there. It should be nice and tight. I've never let anyone in there before. I've been saving it for an alpha nigger fuck stud like you." This kind of talk must have gone on for hours. I couldn't even believe what I was seeing and hearing. Tyrone just pumped away at my wife's virgin ass for what seemed like a couple hours. I moved closer to them just so I could get a good look at the action.

I just couldn't comprehend how someone could keep fucking for that long and not get tired. As the hours went on, I found myself more entranced by Tyrone's body then my wife's. The sweat dripping down his ripped, dark chest made him look like a god. My wife appeared to be passed out once the second hour hit, but that didn't stop Tyrone. He just kept pumping away like a madman. Finally he slid that massive black cock out of her ass, looked over at me and said,

"You think you could even touch the sides anymore, little white boy?" I ignored the rude statement and looked over at my wife's ass. All I could see was a big black hole where her cute puckered butthole used to be. This chasm must have been at least 3 inches wide. I knew what Tyrone meant when he asked me that question.

There was no doubt in my mind that my 5 and a half inch cock would never even touch the sides of her stretched out asshole anymore. I tried to speak, to say something...but I just started to cry. The realization finally hit me that my wife would never be the same after this encounter. Her poor body was now mutilated by this cruel nigger, and her body just lied there covered in another man's cum.

"Are you crying, white bitch? The worst hasn't even happened yet. Check this out..." Tyrone grabbed my wife's ponytail and jerked her head as hard as he could. "I've got another big load for you, whore! Where do you want this one?" Jessica sprung up from the bed. Apparently the words 'big load' were all she needed to hear to get excited.

"I think it's time I made this family proud. Dump that thick cum right into my cunt. It's time I had some children that I can actually be proud of. I wanna have a whole litter of your superior nigger babies."

Tyrone just glanced over at me and said, "See, I told you it got worse. Now THIS is when most of you white losers start crying." With that final word, he rammed his gargantuan black dick as deep into Jessica's pussy as he possibly could. Then the grunts and moans started again. I could tell that Tyrone was cumming...in fact, he's such a virile man that the whole neighborhood probably knew he was cumming.

"NOOOO! Please don't do this." I cried. I couldn't bear the thought of my wife having kids that weren't mine. Jessica must have heard my scream, because she looked over at me and said,

"Oh, are you still here? I didn't realize that you were such a faggot that you like watching another cock go into your wife." With that last word she closed her eyes, dropped her head onto the pillow, and began snoring within a few seconds. I couldn't believe what was happening. I couldn't even get any words out.

All I could do was sob like a little baby. Somehow my entire life was ruined within one horrible night. And the worst part of this all was that I had asked for this. I had actually begged for a black 18 year old boy to fuck my wife. Tyrone looked over at me with the most smug look on his face and said,

"So what did you think, white boy? Bet you've never seen a fuck session like that before, huh?"

"I-I...ugh..." I couldn't even get words out anymore. I was disgusted and yet somehow amazed by what just happened.

"Didn't think I could go for that long, huh? Guess you've never seen a nigger fuck." I couldn't even look him in the eye. All I could see what the piles of thick cum pouring out of my wife's pussy. Tyrone must have absolutely filled that her to the brim. "Look at that tiny prick of yours. It's still hard from the beginning, isn't it? I guess you never got your turn, huh?"

"Well...ugh...T-Things didn't exactly turn out as I thought they would."

"Well, I have a way you could finally join in this threesome."

"Really? That would be great. It felt a little weird being left out and all." I assumed Tyrone was going to wake up Jessica and let me have a turn. It would really only be a consolation prize at this point. My entire marriage was already ruined.

"Yeah. I've got a few more loads saved up in this big, fat nigger nutsack. At least make yourself a little useful tonight." Tyrone grabbed at his massive balls and shook them around a bit. His giant, flaccid cock flopped around a bit as well. I was actually a little mesmerized. I just couldn't help but stare in awe at his obviously bigger manhood.

"B-But...I'm not gay. I-I don't like men." I couldn't believe what Tyrone was suggesting. Even though there was something amazing about Tyrone's manhood...I still wasn't interested in doing anything with him.

"You don't have to be gay to serve a REAL man like me. You don't have to lie to me. Your little white dick has been rock hard the entire time I've been wagging my nigger horse cock in your face." I couldn't believe what Tyrone was saying. How could this 18 year old boy think that I would 'serve' him? I'm nobody's slave.

"Listen, bitch, you either do what I say or I'll dump the rest of my loads inside your wife's gaping cunt." I couldn't allow that to happen. The more cum that Tyrone put inside of her, the better chance he had of making her pregnant. At least now there was still a chance that she wouldn't get pregnant from one load.

"F-Fine. I'll do it, Tyrone. Just please try not to get her pregnant anymore. I'll do anything to keep her as mine"

"That's a good little white slave. Now let's start with a simple blowjob...that's all. I promise I'll take it real easy on you." As much as I wanted to believe him, the big smirk on his face gave away any hope I had. I had just watched him plow my wife mercilessly for a couple hours...but at least I wasn't taking it in my ass like poor Jessica did.