Double penetration. A sex act many women, especially Black women, fear unnecessarily. I bet some of you shudder while reading this. Don't shy away from it if you happen to be curious. Please. It only hurts when done wrong. Those were my exact thoughts as my boyfriend Thomas Reveille slid his eight-inch, uncircumcised Black dick into my asshole. My sexy Haitian stud grips my wide hips tightly as he pumps his cock into my backdoor. At the same time, my man Alexander Saint-Denis thrust his dick into my sweet pussy. With two Black dicks filling my holes, I am simply having the time of my life. My name is Monica Jean-Bernard and I approve this story. It's how I rang in the first few moments of New Year 2011, folks!
We got busy in my apartment in the town of Nepean, not far from the Carleton University campus which all three of us attend. My sexy studs pumped their dicks into my holes and I screamed for the thousandth time that night. Have no fear, my asshole is well-lubricated and my pussy is creamy enough already. I'm no stranger to double-penetration. No matter what anybody tells you. I am a big gal so I can take anything these energetic Black studs throw at me. I'm around five-foot-eleven, short-haired and light-skinned, with curly Black hair and light grey eyes. I've got a big round booty that is simply tailor-made for butt fucking. Just ask my man Thomas here. He's got his big dick buried so far up my ass, you can't tell where he ends and I begin.
Believe it or not, we're the meekest people you've ever met...while in public. I'm a literature major at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Born to a French Canadian father and Haitian mother. Paul Jean-Bernard plus Anne-Marie Lucien. My parents and I don't really talk anymore. You see, I come from a racist household. A rather unconventionally racist household, actually. Please let me explain our twisted dynamics. My Black mother married my White father because she felt that Black men in Canada were trash. And also because she needed to get her legal papers in Canada. And my French Canadian dad isn't exactly fond of Black males, whom he views as truly threatening, like most White men do. To their immense surprise, I identified as purely Black rather than merely biracial. And I really, really like Black men. The darker the better. Most biracial women with Black mothers and White fathers go for White men. Not me. I love my chocolate brothers. They're fun. For those reasons, my parents and I don't talk anymore. And I could care less. It's my life, you know?