If you liked the following stories, you will love this continuation of the theme.
Interracial Sexual Adventures 06/03
Clarissa's Fantasy becomes Reality 05/07
David's Sexual Adventures 04/05
Out of Africa 03/16
Tasteful comments welcomed.
Thanks to Julie Van and Curt B for their creative input and edit skills.
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In the months since Clarissa's stunning rise to power as President of the Confederacy Country Club (known to all as the 'CCC') near Hawksville, much had been accomplished she thought, as she drove home after another positive Board of Directors' meeting. She had expanded some of the committees to include more women, young attractive ones, with great ideas and even more enthusiasm. The social side of the Club had thus expanded exponentially with more and more fun events for members with one of the volunteers agreeing to be a 'wedding planner.' But even more than that, she had successfully added two black male Board members and four women to the once all-white all-male club. They had just been elected that day, so she drove home in her sparkling white Mercedes convertible smiling to herself.
On top of all that happy news, she was thrilled that her young black lover, Igoro, had moved into the mansion she shared with her husband Maxwell. Ever the inventive soul. Igoro had enthusiastically taken Maxwell's suggestion that he do so. He selected a guestroom right across the hall from the master bedroom and was busily converting it to his own suite. Maxwell was somewhat surprised that Igoro was moving so close to them, but then, as his wife reminded him:
"Darling, it was your idea to have Igoro close to me when you are away so that he can ensure that I am safe, so it would not make much sense to have him upstairs where he could not hear an intruder, now would it? And anyway he can always sleep back in the guesthouse when you are home!"
Maxwell smiled broadly and said:
"Of course, my dear, you are so right. I am relieved that he is near you when I am gone. He is like our special son, and in fact, occasionally I have heard him call you 'mother!'"
Clarissa blushed, the only time Igoro called her 'mother' was when he was about to cum deep in her womb driving her into an ecstasy of epic proportions. How had her husband heard that she wondered?
Unsaid were any comments about their actual son, Herbert, who lived in another part of town with his wife Janice. Maxwell was fine with their continuing to be many miles between Herbert and his parents.
That night at dinner, after Igoro had cooked steaks and Maxwell supplied wonderful wines, Clarissa mentioned the upcoming "New Members Party." She and Maxwell would, of course, be attending, and as Igoro was an incoming new member, he would be invited as well. Drinks and canapes would be served and members would be taken on a special tour of the clubhouse.
Clarissa kept the best surprise to herself.
Just after her 'election' as president, she had contacted Pastor Erasmus of The Church of The Black Staff and he had acted as a special advisor to a small committee of the Board empowered to oversee the expansion of the small chapel in the vast clubhouse. Clarissa had reasoned that if the rural setting of the club was to be used for weddings, and other religious gatherings, that it must have an appropriately large space to hold the various other ceremonies. Receptions, dinners and the like were tremendous profit makers for the club, year round. She had even thought of adding a few bedrooms for visiting guests, but that idea would have to wait for a new financial year as she had committed all of the capital allocations from the current budget to her pet project, the magnificent Chapel.
When Pastor Erasmus had signed off on his reception of the final construction project just a few days earlier, she had hugged him in her private office at the club and allowed him to take some sexual liberties with her as he was now in the habit of doing. She did not think about it being unfaithful to her wonderful husband, Maxwell, or her young black lover Igoro, she merely loved being with black men who gave her such erotic pleasure. She thought to herself that he was such a gentle preacher, it was the least she could do as a thank you. He seemed to have a secret power over her which enabled him to control her sexual urges and to also make the encounters fade away quickly after their mutual gratification was achieved. As she knelt before him and sucked his big black cock, she remembered doing the same for her 'Uncle' Tom in the same private office when she was just nineteen years old and he was then President of the Club. My, how the world changes and yet remains the same, she thought.
She had just received word that Ms Maggie Miller, a well-respected teacher at Hawksville High School had booked the whole facility for her upcoming nuptials! Clarissa was delighted with the news and made a note to herself to get very involved with every aspect of this wedding as, if it was perfect for the young interracial couple, she was sure it would lead to lots more special events at the Club.
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Maggie had put the final touches on another successful year as Head of Sex Ed at Hawksville High, now she had just a few weeks to be sure all was in the works for her wedding to her black boyfriend Devon. She was terribly excited to learn that she and Devon would be the first couple to marry at the CCC, and in the new high tech chapel which folks around town were talking about no end. Pastor Erasmus was delighted to marry them and almost all of the 150 invited guests had sent in the notification that they would attend.
She had had her grade twelve girls class design and send the invitations...nothing could go wrong with that plan, could it? She was busy in the weeks before exams so didn't pay much attention to the design, but it seemed to be very smart with a black and white theme, black being the dominant colour. Maggie did not know but the invites went only to her white girlfriends and did not apply to their husbands or boyfriends. Similarly, nearly all of the men invited were black. The grade twelve girls thought that is what she meant when she handed the list to Denise, her maid of honour.
Now that exams were over, Maggie could put her feet up and relax. She was happy to have met Devon, her third fiance who fit her needs perfectly. She allowed herself to reflect upon the other two black men she had been engaged to. Both satisfied her sexually but both drew the line when she wanted multiple sex partners outside of their relationships. As a consequence, she ended those relationships.
Maggie loved sex - she could not get enough of it. She loved talking about it, watching porn movies, fantasizing about it, teaching it to her excited students especially the girls, and finally having sex with whomever she wanted. She smiled to herself, as long as they were black men, older or younger didn't matter, as long as they had big cocks and knew how to use them. Devon, bless his heart, was fine with all of that, and took her to 'black and white' parties where she often enjoyed sex with other black men, sometimes when he watched, and occasionally when he joined in a threesome to drive her over the edge to mutual satisfaction. Devon was big and strong himself, so he protected her from ever being hurt, but he had a voracious appetite for kinky sex, so they were made for each other. A few times when she was having her period, she would encourage Devon to fuck other white women usually frustrated wives they picked up in bars, and it was her turn to watch him perform.
Maggie remembered the day near the end of term when she spent a whole lesson with the 18-year-old grade 12s on the subject of nymphomania, what it meant, how it started, and why it continued unabated. She remembered that as she spoke the classroom got very quiet, the girls' faces were all flushed and clearly excited. Several girls had their fingers underneath their short kilts fingering themselves. Maggie could see them, so she got more and more graphic in her descriptions, finishing with a bold statement about black men and their big cocks pleasuring them in their vaginas, their mouths and even their pert little anal openings.
Some of the girls moaned in pleasure. The room was hushed, silent. Every girl wanted sex right then, and Maggie was talking to them about real life, real experiences. Her own pussy was soaking wet, she had orgasmed without even being touched.
The bell rang.
