There have been many studies on male penis size. Most studies refute the myth that African males have a larger penis than their Caucasian counterpart. One widely accepted study involved 2400 males and the average penis size was 6.2". The major discrepancy was only 59 black males participated. Most people have a tendency to lie on a survey. The only foolproof survey would be a hands-on measurement with an equal number of racial participants. The black men I have seen during the Military and later in showers at the workplace, make me believe the surveys are a crock of shit. Regardless, this story is about a well endowed black male and a small pussy. What? You want a story of a little white dick and a big black pussy? Go to Perverts R' Us!
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Twenty-eight year old Bob Zimmerman was married to the most wonderful girl in the world, so why wasn't he the happiest? He knew it was all his fault, but what was he to do about it? Bob felt he would never be happy until his fantasy was fulfilled. For many years, he had been on the computer browsing adult websites, particularly interracial sites. He had looked at white studs and their women, but without any interest whatsoever. His fantasy was to see Lori with a well hung black man, the bigger the better. Every evening, he was searching and reading stories of monster black cocks fucking a virgin white pussy. Every wife seemed reluctant, but soon came to crave her lovers black cock. Not only did Bob want to see his wife ravished, he wanted to lick and clean her pussy afterward. He dreamed of sticking his six inch dick into her well fucked cunt. He had learned not to bring up the subject of her fucking another man, but the fantasy was constantly with him.
Lately, it had become difficult to get an erection without first looking at photos of black and white sex acts. Naturally, all the pictures were of gigantic black cocks forcing themselves into a pussy, often too small to accommodate them. Still, every woman learned to love it and begged for more.
Lori Zimmerman was twenty-three and had married Bob when she was eighteen. She was five-four and didn't weigh much more than one hundred pounds. Her body was still young and firm, with sensitive pointy breasts, a narrow waist and hips that seemed too large for her small frame. She loved Bob dearly, except for his wanting her to fuck a black man. He hadn't brought up the subject since she had screamed at him for being a pervert. By looking at his recent searches on Google, she knew he hadn't given up on her finally giving in to his sick demands.
Lori had made a couple of concessions just to keep him happy. She no longer wore a bra or panties whenever they went out in the evening. She had absolutely refused to wear skirts that were so short, she couldn't bend over without showing her ass. A blouse was different, since anyone could see her nipples pressing against the fabric. Still, they weren't so thin as to be lewd. Another thing she let him do was talk dirty during sex. It excited him to ask her if she liked his big black cock. Sometimes, she would tell him to fuck her harder with his monster. Almost always, he would cum immediately after her words.
Bob had been reading blogs from drunkslutwives.com and decided to try and get Lori drunk enough to loosen her up. Maybe, lowering her inhibitions was what he needed to do. Dinner, a few drinks and dancing at a popular club might do the trick.
Bob never believed the differences between reality and fantasy were like daylight and dark. Bob was about to create a situation in which there was no return. One in which, he would be sorry for the rest of his life. How many women would believe their husbands truly loved them and allowed another man to fuck them? How many wives would still love and respect their husband, after he had licked and sucked another mans' cum from their pussy? The stage was set for him becoming a cuckold forever and playing second fiddle to another man.
Bob had put an ad in the personals of Literotica.com, requesting his desire of talking to black men in the area of Memphis. Receiving dozens of replies, he insisted on pictures or they would not get an answer. Even then, there were many interested men but few he would feel comfortable with. Explaining the situation with two likely candidates, only one was still interested. The black stud's name was Todd, about Bob's age, good-looking, with a shaved head, but more important, sporting a nine or ten inch cock standing almost straight up.
Bob was hooked and sent photos of himself and Lori. He explained his idea of getting Lori high and allowing his new friend to seduce her. Getting carried away, Bob told of Lori not wearing panties or bra. Revealing his desire to watch and clean her afterward added to the icing on the cake. Todd told him of a club and arranged to meet the couple about ten the following Friday night.
Friday afternoon, Bob was nervous and excited at the same time. Not believing he was really going to try and get Lori fucked without her permission, scared him to death. "Honey, what say we go out tonight? How does dinner, a few drinks and a couple of dances sound? I heard about this club that is supposed to be really cool."
"Really? We haven't been out in ages. It's about time you took me dancing." Lori innocently exclaimed.
After sharing a bottle of wine with dinner, Lori was more relaxed and ready for an enjoyable evening with her loving husband. The night would be perfect if Bob fucked her silly before going to sleep.
Following Todd's directions, Bob finally arrived at his destination. This was a new part of the city to him and wasn't in the best neighborhood. With quite a few vehicles in the parking lot, it seemed to be a popular hang-out. Upon entering, their eyes had to adjust to the darkness. Finally, they could see the only light was coming from globes containing candles. They were hanging from the ceiling and each table had one of the flickering lights. It crossed Bob's mind that it was a way to cover up the cracking paint.
Trying to choose a table, they saw a couple leave a corner booth and immediately headed toward it. Bob was thinking the large curved booth would be perfect, if Lori allowed Todd to join them. If he could arrange for Lori to sit on the inside, she would be accessible from either direction. So far, everything was falling into place for his lovely wife to be seduced.
Lori was looking around the club, trying to see what kind of clientele this place catered to. She was surprised to see many of the couples were black or Hispanic. All the single men seemed to be sitting at the bar. The band was on a break, but couples were dancing to canned music. Bob ordered a Bud Lite and when she asked for a Black Russian, he smiled from ear to ear. Now, why would that please him so much? And how did he hear about this out of the way place? Something was fishy here and she decided to give him enough rope to hang himself. She sipped her drink as she tried to figure out what he had in that pea brain of his.
The band came back while they were on their second drink. "Well, you brought me dancing, so let's get at it." Lori said.
When the first dance ended, they stayed on the floor until the music began again. There were about a dozen half drunk couples bumping and grinding like crazy. Lori and Bob got separated at one point and she found herself opposite a young, good-looking black male. When she looked into his face, he winked at her. Turning again, she found Bob was behind her and smiling over her shoulder. She wanted to continue dancing, but Bob signaled he was going to the booth. Thinking, what the Hell, I don't need a partner, she never missed a beat. Later, she noticed the same black man always in her area. He would come close, then back off before she became alarmed.
The music stopped and before she could leave the floor, the same black person blocked her. "You're a wonderful dancer. Will you do me the honor of letting me have the next one?" He asked.
