An Interracial sex fantasy created by International Writers Curt B, Julie Van and Wunderboi
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Chapter 18
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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 mentally listed and ticked off her 'achievements' which included the expansion of some of the committees to include more women, young sexy white wives, who came in with great ideas and even more enthusiasm. The social side of the Club had expanded exponentially as a consequence with more and more fun, risque events for members with one of the volunteers even agreeing to be a 'wedding planner.' But, more than that, she had successfully argued and had added two most handsome black male Board members and four women to the once all-white all-male club's leadership. They had just been elected that day and she felt especially pleased with herself at the result of her persuasive arguments to support each of the successful candidates. She drove home in her sparkling white Mercedes convertible smiling to herself and feeling that familiar warmth and dampness between her legs as she thought about the possibilities that the promotions could bring.
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 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 to protect me!"
Maxwell smiled broadly and said, "Of course, my dear, you are so right. It is a comfort to me to know 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 with his big black rod of steel. 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. Also unspoken was Maxwell's contempt and disappointment in his son and that he was fine with their continuing to be many miles between the effeminate Herbert and his parents.
In contrast to the list of inadequacies of his son that night, the most admirable Igoro had prepared a fine dinner of peppered fillet steaks, roast potatoes and salad for them to which Maxwell supplied wonderful wines. As they cleared their plates of the delicious food Clarissa decided the time was right and mentioned the upcoming 'New Members Party' that was being held at the CCC. She and Maxwell would, of course, be attending, and as Igoro was an incoming new member, he would be invited as well. Drinks and canapés would be served and members would be taken on a special tour of the clubhouse.
Maxwell was impressed and pleased at hearing his wife's enthusiasm for her 'new life' and of her being responsible for such events. He had always been a little concerned that before her elevation to such a prestigious position that her social life had been a little empty and devoid of responsibility and focus. Now, and especially since the young man Igoro had come into their lives, everything seemed to have changed for the better. Certainly, her concentrating on such developments would allow him even freer rein to enjoy himself on his trips away with a clearer conscience.
However, Clarissa didn't tell him everything for she 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 invited him to become 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 perhaps other religious gatherings, that it must have an appropriately large space to hold the various 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.
It had been a few days earlier in her private office at the club when Pastor Erasmus had signed off on his acceptance of the final construction project. He added his signature to the document with his customary flourish and in a flush of gratitude she had hugged him and allowed him to take some sexual liberties with her as he was now in the habit of doing. She did not think about her behaviour as 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 reasoned to herself that as 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.
However, a change for the better was about to take place for 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. She had met the young interracial couple when they had made the booking and if her instincts were correct this wedding promised to give her plenty of pointers as to how to handle and manage such events in the future. It was a perfect beginning for what she was sure would lead to lots of more special events at the Club.
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The school year was coming to an end and Maggie put the final touches on another successful semester as Head of Sex Ed at Hawksville High. As the summer holiday approached she had just a few weeks before her wedding to her black boyfriend Devon. There was much left to organize but she was 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 has accepted their request to officiate and he told them that he would be delighted to marry them. With the venue now confirmed they had been able to send out the invitations and almost all of the 150 guests had responded that they would be attending.
As a class project, she had had her grade twelve girls class design and send out the invitations. She trusted her girls to do the right thing and gave them a free hand. Nothing could go wrong with that plan, could it? Indeed, she was so busy in the weeks before exams she 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. Nor did Maggie know but the invites were sent only to her white girlfriends and specifically excluded their husbands or boyfriends. On the other hand, nearly all the men on the invitation list 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 fiancé who fit her needs perfectly. She allowed herself to reflect upon the other two black men to whom she had been engaged. 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, it 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 often took her to 'black and white' parties where she enjoyed sex with other black men. Sometimes he watched, and occasionally he joined in a threesome to drive her over the edge to mutual satisfaction. She loved him so.
Devon was big and strong and he protected her from ever being hurt but he had a voracious appetite for kinky sex, so they were made for each other. The 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 then it was her turn to watch him perform. He loved her back in return.
