My name is John and my wife's name is Janine. We've been married for 10 years. She's 33 and I'm 36. My wife is a beautiful woman, although very short, only measuring 5 feet tall. She has straight hair the color of light chestnut below her shoulders, green eyes, and a sweet and delicate smile. That's it: she's all delicate. She has soft breasts (despite having a 2-year-old son) with rosy nipples, a woman's belly in her thirties, and a tight pussy with pink lips and a dense brown triangle of hair on her pubis.
She's a tender mother and young housewife. A responsible wife and recent psychology professional. She's a child psychologist due to her sweetness and delicacy, which was always her vocation and is the perfect job for her. She's a conservative and intelligent girl.
I was her first man and tried to teach her everything about sex, although I didn't have much previous experience. We make love two or three times a month, only after her menstruation has stopped and she's in her most fertile and hot days. At that stage, her breasts slightly swell, increasing her sensitivity. And her nipples darken to certain tones, signaling that her body is ready to be fertilized.
As she still didn't want to have another child –given the time she dedicates to her profession- we use condoms when making love, although I know I have a low quantity of potent sperm. In fact, we tried for six years to have our son before finally succeeding.
The doctor we consulted told us that she's very receptive because she ovulates just after her menstruation ends and during 12 or 13 days her vagina remains very exposed, so it would be easy for me to get her pregnant if I had a normal or high quantity of potent sperm. But since I don't, condoms are more than sufficient to ensure there's no risk of pregnancy. Plus, the amount of semen I ejaculate is very little because –according to the doctor- my testíbooties are very small.
My penis is also quite short: less than 4 inches and, despite Janine having a very low uterus because her vaginal cavity is very short and her cervical canal as well, the head of my penis doesn't reach it.
I've always been a bit fantasious and after our son was born and with my wife being busy at work, I started watching videos and pictures on the internet. Sometimes I would masturbate in front of the PC while watching pornography. I always made sure my wife didn't discover my practices until one night when she was indisposed and it had been more than twenty days since we'd last had sex. I was excited and needed to release while reading an erotic story about a marriage where the woman was unfaithful to her husband with a man who was bigger, taller, stronger, and better endowed. Janine caught me touching myself:
-What are you doing John? Show me what you're watching.
I minimized the screen but forgot to clear my browsing history, and later when I was asleep, my wife saw the story I had been reading.
The next day she told me I was a pervert and a masturbator of shit, she was very angry and said we wouldn't have sex for a while because what had happened caused her rejection.
It arrived at the weekend and she announced that on Friday night, she would go out to dinner with her friend Laura. I arranged to take our son to my parents' house and stay there overnight to return home on Saturday afternoon.
Janine agreed and said:
-Fantastic, great idea, so I can spend more time with Laura and catch up on our things.
I asked where they would go with Laura, she replied To dinner at African Food, a new place she knows. I wanted to find out a bit more and asked if it was far away, and she said she didn't know exactly but that it was in the neighborhood where Laura lives, a central area of the city distant about 30 minutes away. from our suburban, familiar and middle-class neighborhood.
-Are you going with Laura's car?, I asked
-Yes, my love –she said- stay calm, she'll bring me home after dinner. You go to your parents' place and we'll see each other tomorrow at noon
I couldn't help but touch on the topic of previous days:
-You're still upset about Wednesday, I said
-It will pass –she told me- but it really hurt me what you did
-Please forgive me –I begged– I want to make love and you have little time and are also indisposed...
-Okay, but give me a few days for it to pass. I'm going to dinner and having some drinks with Laura and we'll talk tomorrow
I saw her getting ready to leave with her friend and noticed she wasn't protecting her vagina with an intimate towel. I commented that her menstruation had stopped on Thursday... She was toasted by the sun because she had taken our son to the pool, and had a bikini line mark all over her body. She doesn't wear small bikinis, but I love how the brown hair patch appears on her white skin that hasn't been burned by the sun.
She put on a silk embroidered skirt that marked her thighs, butt, and pubic mound. She also wore a white, cut-out top that marked her belly fat, and medium-height socks.
-Shit!!!!!! I thought. Yesterday started her ovulation phase and –consequently– her higher receptivity to sex.
I left with our son in the car at 7 PM. Laura would pick up Janine at 8:30 PM.
When I arrived at my parents' house, we had dinner and searched for the address of African Food on the internet. The website read Dinner and dance like in Africa. It was a place to eat that later turned into a dance party playing African music, of course.
At 11 pm, I called Janine on her cell phone and she said they were going to stay a bit longer because there would be an African dance show and she wanted to see it. He said that he had little battery left on his device and not to worry, as he wouldn't be coming back very late: John, see you tomorrow at 12 am at home, stay calm and enjoy it. The child was asleep and my father and I were watching a tennis match. My father also went to sleep and I was left alone. It was already 0.30 AM when I decided to go to the place where my wife was. I took the car and quickly drove towards the city center. I arrived there in 20 minutes. I entered the place and it was really huge. There was a central track where married couples and white pairs were dancing, but also many black men who belonged to the staff of dancers and musicians playing drums. To the left, there were very dark booths for couples who wanted to make some fun. Further towards the back, there was a large bar with drinks. There, getting lost in the crowd, I saw Janine, alone, sitting on a stool with her elbow resting on the bar and taking a glass of white wine, sparkling and sweet with her left hand. Whenever we take it, she gets dizzy and uses it as an extra for our sexual relationships. She relaxes and forgets about her young motherly and professional responsibilities. -But where is Laura?, I thought. I hid behind a large column very close to her and saw how the men were approaching her and she was rejecting them, saying I'm with my husband, while showing her golden wedding ring and holding her glass of white wine. Suddenly, a huge black man approached her. He was tall, very tall, easily measuring 7 feet, and black as coal. He would be around 45 years old and I could hear his coarse voice addressing my wife: -Hello, I'm Modou Moussa from Nigeria, can I accompany you with a drink?. Janine put on a friendly face not to seem racist, but said I'm waiting for my husband who went to the bathroom, thank you. My wife almost never spoke to a black person and less to an African. Authentic, and like every white woman from the middle class felt a little scared because in the news it's always black people who commit crimes (although we know it's not). -'I know you're not with your husband even though you show off your wedding ring with pride. You came with your friend Laura, who is over there with my white friend Josh. I'm just accompanying you and we'll chat while your friend is having fun'. Janine didn't know what to say when she saw Laura heading towards the couples' reserved area with a boy of her age. Laura was single and it was obvious that with so much fun, she would find male company. Modou smiled and Janine told him he used this technique to get rid of 'moscardones'. They laughed and Modou -if he asked permission- asked for the entire bottle of wine Janine was drinking. This was the first sign of his firmness and dominant condition, in fact, Janine didn't dare say no when she saw him so determined. My beautiful and small wife had already taken three cups of wine, two during dinner and was finishing her third. So there wasn't much left in her delicate body to hold more alcohol. However, her cup was filled by Modou while he told her he was one of the African musicians leading the show. At 45 years old, he was the most known by everyone at the place. -'What does your name mean?', Modou Moussa', my wife asked delicately, moving the cup to her lips- The bartender who was on the other side smiled and made a conspiratorial gesture to the black man. -'It's an old story, but it's not my birth name, I was given that name 15 years ago at the age of 30 before coming to Améyummy. I don't want to bore you with that, you'll know someday'. -'How intriguing!!!! –thought Janine to herself- This black man thinks he's a star, and thinks I'm interested in him, haha!!!! –she thought as she flashed a mocking smile without wanting to. Modou perceived that smile and made one of his own more malicious.
I was an observer and privileged listener there, behind the column waiting to see how the rare situation developed.
The black man filled her cup with wine again. She tried to refuse, but he didn't care. It was clear that he wanted to dominate the situation and nothing would stop him from doing so.
-You're very tall Modou! - Janine said, looking at the African pouring wine into his cup and being surprised by the size of the black man's hands.
-Yes. And you, very small! - They laughed lightly.
Janine told her profession and there was a slight sparkle in Modou's eyes when my wife mentioned how much she liked children.
-How many children do your husband and you have?, asked the giant man.
-Oh! Only one, we work hard and besides, my husband has some problems with...
My wife realized she was sharing something intimate with a black and unknown man.
Ji ji - She laughed lightly and Modou was having the certainty that his plan was working: My beautiful and delicate wife was already quite drunk and hot. Modou's eyes had injected blood and heat.
At that moment, Laura appeared with the white boy saying to my wife that she should excuse her, but Josh had invited her to go to the other side… My wife looked at her with a pleading face, but her friend left without pitying her.
-Let's dance for a while, proposed Modou Moussa to my sweet princess. At least you'll stay for a bit, then I'll take you home in my truck, assured the black man.
It was 1:15 AM.
Janine put on a face that wasn't very convinced, but the giant took her by the waist and with his hand lowered her from the stool with ease. My tender wife felt the pressure of those enormous fingers on her back.
While walking to the central dance floor, he walked ahead and she followed behind, holding onto his hand. She seemed like a child next to him, only reaching up to his chest. Despite being an African dance club with white customers, there were almost no couples interacial couples and some white women looked at Janine with prejudice... I followed them closely and tried to keep listening to what they were talking about.
-And you Modou –asked incredulous my little one – how many children do you have?
-16, he said briefly, not turning around. Only when he took her by the waist and looked down at her with a wicked expression did he say You see, I don't have the problem your husband has
She looked up with a face of terror and amazement. A strange sensation crossed her vagina, a tingling. Her ovulation period, alcohol, and dancing with a black African man like coal and huge as a bear caused warmth in her vulva and the tips of her pink nipples.
The music was slow by this hour and he pressed her a little against his body and made her feel a big lump at the height of their breasts. He was caressing her back with heavy hands, pressing a little more her small body against his with each dance step.
She, in a reflexive act, leaned her angelic face on Modou's chest for a second and felt electricity from her breasts -in contact with the black man's lump- to the entrance of her vulva.
-I'll go to the ladies' room for a minute, Modou, and then take me home, please. She said.
-Ok. Said the black man with his thunderous voice, I'll wait sitting at those tables over there
The tables were in the darkness of the place and Modou bought another bottle of wine before sitting down.
Janine entered the ladies' room with flushed and heated cheeks. She urinated in the WC and while wiping her vagina with toilet paper, a drool dripped between her pubic hairs, an unmistakable sign of receptivity of her vulva. She had to wipe herself again with more toilet paper.
She tried to control herself. A young, intelligent, psychologist, mother of a two-year-old baby and conservative wife had gotten wet for a huge black man 13 years older than her, black like coal, African, and father of 16 children!!!!!
-What am I doing?, She thought seriously. Thought she wouldn't go back with him, but knew it was 2 AM and had no way to get home. Returned to the dark tables and Modou was waiting for her with a new full cup. -Oh no!!!, I don't drink anymore –thank you Modou- it's been enough for me. Took another cup and it was already the sixth. -Are you hot, really?, said the African, staring at the white sailor on my small woman's chest, where her nipples were outlined in hardness. She tried to cover herself but he rushed and planted a kiss, opening her mouth and putting his huge tongue in. At the same time, one of his monkey hands flew to one of her breasts and rubbed it erotically against her erect nipple. She meowed almost imperceptibly and returned the kiss, pulling out her pink and small tongue. Her left hand -wearing her white married woman's ring- reached inside his shirt, caressing him and playing with his nipples. She knows very well what I like about that. She always told me that every time she does that game with my nipples, I feel a boil in my testicles. Evidently, she was seeking to cause this effect on the African without yet thinking about how the night would end. Knew internally that if she didn't stop, the risk of being seduced would be very high. Modou put his other hand under Janine's skirt and she jumped out of her seat. The black man caressed the inside of her thighs and tried to open them wider and wider. -Stop, Modou! Stop please! I'm a married woman. I don't want, Please!!! He took her hard around the waist, showing who was in charge, and put his hand under her skirt, bumping against the hairy bush of her delicate crotch. The skirt ran and he skillfully rubbed his huge thumb over the crack. Janine reacted by sticking out her tongue and seeking his mouth, with her vulva at his mercy. Just when she was most fertile. She stopped suddenly, trying to stop again... arremetidas. He pulled out the black man's hand from under my skirt and stopped... -'Take me home, I can't take this anymore.' -'As you like beautiful, I'll take you to your house.' I got out before them, was getting into my car and called my parents' place. My mother, half-asleep, told me everything was fine there. I drove at full speed home, almost got a ticket for running the red light. My heart was jumping out of my chest. I couldn't believe my wife was acting this way. My sweet Janine, the doctor who understands children and is an example of all the women in our Christian and middle-class neighborhood... Left the car two blocks away and went into the house through a small library, from where you can see the living room and bedroom door. I heard a vehicle pulling up. It was a huge old pickup truck belonging to Modou Moussa. Janine was getting lost in the vastness of the Pick Up, but the black man's truck fit him fine. My wife wasn't getting out of the vehicle and I assumed something was happening again. He was kissing her again and my little lady was playing with his chest, I didn't want to think about how the African would have his testicles if he liked that caress like me... She was giving small jumps on the seat and I realized she was still massaging his vulva and thought there was no turning back. He kept saying something and she shook her head, he showed his dominant character again and submitted my little and beautiful wife to his request. She had been betrayed by her subconscious and had confided that neither I nor our son would be home until the next day, and he was asking her to invite him in for a coffee inside the house. As they entered, I heard the following conversation... -'Just one coffee, Janine, it will do us good after so much wine and comfort us.' Modou insisted -'We'll have coffee and then you go, okay? We've done too many crazy things today.' My wife said, trying to close the deal not to take it further. He black man made a caress in... her head was looking down from above, they seemed like David and Goliath. He sat on the living room armchair and my wife returned from the kitchen with a tray and two coffees and sugar.
For Modou, it was the last of the farce. He took the tray away from her hands and planted a kiss that wouldn't be undone. He ate her mouth and put his tongue in without hesitation. He also went back to the charge with Janine's small tits and under her skirt. She gasped resigning herself, now she knew there was no escape and she would end up pierced that night. But she didn't imagine what would come...
In five minutes he undressed her and laid her down on the armchair cushions, opening her legs with his powerful forearms and taking her arms in his hands. He had her immobilized and licked her vulva while Janine complained and moaned. He passed his tongue over the entire slit and moistened all her hairs around her opening.
Modou sniffed the air as he licked my wife's vagina and realized her state of heat, undoubtedly he received the smell of her pussy as a sign of receptivity - without my wife seeing him, he laughed and put on a malicious face.
He didn't let her reach orgasm and sat down beside her, waiting for her reaction. She hesitated but looked at his crotch and began to unbutton his pants...
'Janine, now you'll know what Modou Moussa means', said the African, 'It means Unstoppable Stud'.
My wife was taking off her slips and saw with surprise what Modou had between his legs.
'They call me that because of the size of my genitals and scrotum, and the power of my sperm', he said calmly and with his rough and imperturbable voice.
He was still at rest but his cock was 10 inches thick like a beer can. If his body was black coal, his genitals were even darker.
Janine, very scared, took him with one hand and felt how heavy that club was. She played with it a bit and it started to grow... He lifted and saw the rest of the show: Really impressive. His testicles rested between his legs inside his scrotum, which hung down to the middle of his long thighs. Each of his balls was the size of a pool ball and looked heavy, I don't know how much sperm they contained. He stood next to the couch and Janine did the same. He showed her the size of his scrotum and where it hung. His scrotal sac easily descended 8 inches. Janine, silently, compared them with my testicles that barely surpass the size of olives. Almost without bending down, he lifted his cock and passed his tongue over the tip smoothly. Modou grunted. She, with her other hand, took one of his testicles and was surprised by the high temperature it emitted, a sign of the fertilizing ability of the sperm it contained.
- I haven't been with a woman in two months, he told the black man at his ear, bending down and caressing him again. His pubic hair was dripping with saliva in sign of his state of heat and receptivity.
The African's cock grew to 12 inches with the delicate licks of my wife and its thickness increased by 10%. The balls also inflated even more. From the head of the cock, thick strands of pre-seminal liquid were dripping, a much greater quantity than any of mine, and Janine passed her small pink tongue over it.
- Let's go to the bedroom, Modou –said my wife- I have condoms from my husband there.
He smiled and followed her, taking her hand. The black man stood beside the bed and Janine climbed onto the mattress like a little slut, opening the nightstand drawer to find the only condom that was there. She opened the package and began to try to protect the enormous cock of the giant black man. She struggled to unroll it but the thickness of the rubber was too much.
- You should use a condom, Modou. It's my most fertile period. I'm ovulating and your testicles are very swollen He continued maniobrando and put a little of the condom on the glans, but when he tried to unwrap the rest, the condom burst open along its length. A tear ran from end to end.
-I'll just put it in for a few seconds and then we'll come another way, said the black guy with a malicious smile and bloodshot eyes. Janine gave her final wrong answer of the night.
-But you have a lot of pre-seminal fluid. I'm at my most dangerous stage, Modou. She replied.
-Just one second. Nothing will happen.
She thought for a moment, looking at the cock bobbing up and down and Modou's terrible testicles standing in front of the bed. She was thoughtful, but her receptive state would betray her vulva once again. And she accepted that he could try to put it in for a second.
He reclined her on the bed and mounted her. With his enormous forearms, he opened her legs, and with his great ape hands, he took her husband's tiny arms, holding her against the bed. Then he presented the head of the penis in front of Janine's vulva and pushed it in halfway. My wife's scream could have been heard a mile away. He opened her vagina enormously due to the abnormal thickness of the apparatus.
With only half of the terrible poronga, Modou had crossed the cervical canal of my wife's vulva and his head -the size of a lemon- was lodged in her fertile uterus.
His testicles were leaning against the mattress. They looked bigger and harder. They were literally two pool balls due to their black color and heavy hardness.
-Ahhhh, ohhhhhhhh. Get it out, get it out please, it hurts. It's too fat! Agggrrrrrhhhh!!!!!!.
He didn't pay attention to the pleas, not retreating a single centimeter, he pushed her even harder, his buttock and back muscles impelling him, giving a buffalo-like grunt in heat, burying the whole apparatus. The head of the penis was flattened against the far wall of Janine's uterus and the scrotum hit her buttocks and against the mattress, given its enormous size.
My wife was totally stuck and gasping for air, without breath.
Modou began to pump with difficulty, the penis dragging the inner walls of the vulva tightly and my wife's public hairs entering and leaving alongside the shaft. He accelerated the pace and his bull testicles began to hit Janine's white buttocks and the mattress. The sound of the scrotum sac against my wife was similar to a bag of sand hitting a wall.
- Don't finish inside me, Modou. Get out already, please. Remember I'm ovulating OUCHH, OUCHH, between thrusts from the black man.
He pulled out the monstrous cock with effort because his head was totally lodged in my wife's uterus. He managed to disengage and Janine let out a scream. He lifted my wife up in the air with one of his arms. He lay down on his back with my wife across him, holding her tightly around the waist with one hand and pointing the head of the black tool at my wife's inflamed vulva with the other. He pushed it downwards and buried it again to the base of that thick trunk.
My wife was lying on her back facing me, and the vision of the vagina so extensively open receiving that thickness and the scrotum hanging from the base was impressive.
I also noticed the extreme contrast between my wife's skin and the black man's, as well as the mark of a married woman's bikini on her round and fleshy booty.
He was lifting and lowering my wife with one hand. He would pull her out about halfway down and then bury her again completely. My wife enjoyed it a bit more in this position although she was screaming with her teeth clenched. At one point he stopped moving, with his cock buried in my wife's uterus, and she pulled her left hand back to caress his terrible testicles. On her ring finger, her wedding ring shone.
With her right hand, she was caressing his chest.
-What enormous testicles, Modou. Not Get inside me, please.
She withdrew her left hand and observed that Modou's enormous eggs were pulsating inside his scrotal sac, indicating the increase of semen within them. Their size was incredible and already surpassed a pool ball in size.
Janine's vagina bombarded for a few more minutes and began to withdraw the extended length of the cock from my wife's interior.
She dismounted the black man biting her teeth when she came off the cock. And sat beside the dark body of the African, starting to suck him and make him cum. She looked again with amazement at the thickness of the black man's cock and its length and the way the enormous balls containing the heavy seminal load of Modou were pulsating.
She returned to caress the scrotal sac and leaned against the giant chest of the African, licking her nipples. Her body emitted a strong smell of male in heat and from the head of the thick cock continued to flow out heavy drops of transparent pre-seminal liquid.
The black man was stroking Janine's small back with his enormous hand, covering it entirely until he took her against his body and re-entered the bed while saying:
-I'm going to put it in your vulva for a few more seconds.
- Oh no Modou. I don't take birth control pills, you know when I wanted to protect your member with a condom. I'm ovulating and these are my most risky days.
He looked at her seriously again, his eyes piercing, showing that he was the male who took decisions.
He took a pillow and put it on the bed. He positioned Janine's delicate body face down with the pillow under her belly. In this way, my wife's Booty remained upwards and her vagina exposed to be assaulted from behind by the giant African. He stroked her hairy vagina from behind.
Then he got onto the bed and sat on his haunches behind her. With one hand, he took her firmly by the ass and with the other, he leaned heavily on my wife's back. It was Unbelievable to see that big black man compared to the doll-like figure of my wife. He presented his lemon-sized head at the slit of my wife again. She knew she was more exposed than ever and tried to move but he pinned her against the mattress and pushed mortally with the weight of his body down and forward, burying all the cock in Janine's vulva and impaling her cervix on the far wall. The push was so strong that my wife's little body went almost 2 feet forward with the thrust, and she let out a terrible scream. He pinned her again by the ass and neck and began to pump strongly. His scrotal sac now hit against Janine's hairy pubis and also struck against part of her belly. Those balls were enormous. Then he stopped for a few moments and slowly pulled almost all the length of his penis out. My wife thought he was going to pull it all out, but immediately he pushed again with disproportionate rudeness, giving her a thrust that buried the cock up to the root and tore into her fertile uterus. He pulled back slowly and then thrust again violently. He did this several times and Janine let out a mournful and suffocated cry each time. Then he pumped rapidly for five minutes until his testicles expanded to their maximum in his scrotal sac and Modou began to growl like an animal with each thrust. Janine knew what was coming and begged once more between moans. - 'Don't finish inside me, Modou. Please. ARGHGGHH, OUUCCCHHH, AAAYYYY. You're going to get me pregnant!!!!!'. - 'If you're small,' Modou yelled with his thunderous voice, 'you'll plant a huge black son in your fertile uterus of a married woman.' - 'No, please. No, what will my family say? OCUHHHH, GGGGRRRRRRR, ARAAARRRRRGHGH, Take it out, please. Don't do it.' Modou pumped with the power of his body and made the weight of his balls hit Janine. She knew that Moduo was lodged in there, the beastly load. -Don't fill me up with Modou. Please, remove it from my vulva. OOOOUCCHHHHH. What a huge cock that's burying me to the matrix!!!! OOOOOH, What enormous testicles you carry, Modou, AAAARRRRGGGGG, Remove it, I'm married.
The huge black man accelerated his pace to the maximum, growling like an animal until he took her firmly by the waist and neck. His fingers encircled the entire circumference of my wife's neck.
My sweet wife tried to escape forward before Modou Moussa finished, but the black man pinned her against the bed. -Stay put, ordered the black man to my wife.
He pounded her vagina strongly until with all the weight of his body he delivered a powerful thrust that crushed Janine's matrix. Her body tensed and her testicles began to shoot potent streams of thick and highly fertile semen.
Janine opened her eyes and screamed at each discharge the African gave her. Her fertile vulva was receiving Modou's potent injections.
At every dose the black man served in my wife's vagina, her testicles rose inside the enormous scrotal sac, those huge tanks strongly propelled the cum through the interior of the enormous cock, and it was deposited against the uterine wall fertilizing it.
There were at least 24 massive discharges over a minute until the black man began to withdraw from my wife's interior. The head was more embedded in her vulva than before, and my wife screamed as the black man pulled out.
When he finally pulled his head out, a thick and heavy rope of semen began to flow from my wife's cleft, descending down her hairy bush and falling onto the sheets forming a large puddle.
Modou stayed for a moment beside the bed. His cock was still inflamed, his testicles had reduced in size although they were equally enormous without their load of semen inside.
Janine reincorporated herself. Slowly and she made a gesture of pain and concern for the amount of potent sperm from the black male that Modou had deposited directly into the matrix.
Modou made a malicious smile and went to get dressed in the living room. A few minutes later, he left our house.
Yanina was worried because she knew that Modou had impregnated her.
She removed the sheets that were filled with stains from the potent sperm of the black man and washed them.
Then, she cleaned her vulva, which was very sore, and applied a healing cream because her lips and the inside of her vagina were irritated.
I left through the service door and walked like a zombie for a block until I got to where my car was parked. I returned to my parents' house and tried to sleep, but couldn't.
I decided not to tell Janine what I had witnessed.
But a week later, she confessed what had happened and soon after we saw that her menstrual period didn't show up.
She was pregnant with Modou Mossa. His potent African sperm had honored his nickname and my wife was his 17th victim.
She's a tender mother and young housewife. A responsible wife and recent psychology professional. She's a child psychologist due to her sweetness and delicacy, which was always her vocation and is the perfect job for her. She's a conservative and intelligent girl.
I was her first man and tried to teach her everything about sex, although I didn't have much previous experience. We make love two or three times a month, only after her menstruation has stopped and she's in her most fertile and hot days. At that stage, her breasts slightly swell, increasing her sensitivity. And her nipples darken to certain tones, signaling that her body is ready to be fertilized.
As she still didn't want to have another child –given the time she dedicates to her profession- we use condoms when making love, although I know I have a low quantity of potent sperm. In fact, we tried for six years to have our son before finally succeeding.
The doctor we consulted told us that she's very receptive because she ovulates just after her menstruation ends and during 12 or 13 days her vagina remains very exposed, so it would be easy for me to get her pregnant if I had a normal or high quantity of potent sperm. But since I don't, condoms are more than sufficient to ensure there's no risk of pregnancy. Plus, the amount of semen I ejaculate is very little because –according to the doctor- my testíbooties are very small.
My penis is also quite short: less than 4 inches and, despite Janine having a very low uterus because her vaginal cavity is very short and her cervical canal as well, the head of my penis doesn't reach it.
I've always been a bit fantasious and after our son was born and with my wife being busy at work, I started watching videos and pictures on the internet. Sometimes I would masturbate in front of the PC while watching pornography. I always made sure my wife didn't discover my practices until one night when she was indisposed and it had been more than twenty days since we'd last had sex. I was excited and needed to release while reading an erotic story about a marriage where the woman was unfaithful to her husband with a man who was bigger, taller, stronger, and better endowed. Janine caught me touching myself:
-What are you doing John? Show me what you're watching.
I minimized the screen but forgot to clear my browsing history, and later when I was asleep, my wife saw the story I had been reading.
The next day she told me I was a pervert and a masturbator of shit, she was very angry and said we wouldn't have sex for a while because what had happened caused her rejection.
It arrived at the weekend and she announced that on Friday night, she would go out to dinner with her friend Laura. I arranged to take our son to my parents' house and stay there overnight to return home on Saturday afternoon.
Janine agreed and said:
-Fantastic, great idea, so I can spend more time with Laura and catch up on our things.
I asked where they would go with Laura, she replied To dinner at African Food, a new place she knows. I wanted to find out a bit more and asked if it was far away, and she said she didn't know exactly but that it was in the neighborhood where Laura lives, a central area of the city distant about 30 minutes away. from our suburban, familiar and middle-class neighborhood.
-Are you going with Laura's car?, I asked
-Yes, my love –she said- stay calm, she'll bring me home after dinner. You go to your parents' place and we'll see each other tomorrow at noon
I couldn't help but touch on the topic of previous days:
-You're still upset about Wednesday, I said
-It will pass –she told me- but it really hurt me what you did
-Please forgive me –I begged– I want to make love and you have little time and are also indisposed...
-Okay, but give me a few days for it to pass. I'm going to dinner and having some drinks with Laura and we'll talk tomorrow
I saw her getting ready to leave with her friend and noticed she wasn't protecting her vagina with an intimate towel. I commented that her menstruation had stopped on Thursday... She was toasted by the sun because she had taken our son to the pool, and had a bikini line mark all over her body. She doesn't wear small bikinis, but I love how the brown hair patch appears on her white skin that hasn't been burned by the sun.
She put on a silk embroidered skirt that marked her thighs, butt, and pubic mound. She also wore a white, cut-out top that marked her belly fat, and medium-height socks.
-Shit!!!!!! I thought. Yesterday started her ovulation phase and –consequently– her higher receptivity to sex.
I left with our son in the car at 7 PM. Laura would pick up Janine at 8:30 PM.
When I arrived at my parents' house, we had dinner and searched for the address of African Food on the internet. The website read Dinner and dance like in Africa. It was a place to eat that later turned into a dance party playing African music, of course.
At 11 pm, I called Janine on her cell phone and she said they were going to stay a bit longer because there would be an African dance show and she wanted to see it. He said that he had little battery left on his device and not to worry, as he wouldn't be coming back very late: John, see you tomorrow at 12 am at home, stay calm and enjoy it. The child was asleep and my father and I were watching a tennis match. My father also went to sleep and I was left alone. It was already 0.30 AM when I decided to go to the place where my wife was. I took the car and quickly drove towards the city center. I arrived there in 20 minutes. I entered the place and it was really huge. There was a central track where married couples and white pairs were dancing, but also many black men who belonged to the staff of dancers and musicians playing drums. To the left, there were very dark booths for couples who wanted to make some fun. Further towards the back, there was a large bar with drinks. There, getting lost in the crowd, I saw Janine, alone, sitting on a stool with her elbow resting on the bar and taking a glass of white wine, sparkling and sweet with her left hand. Whenever we take it, she gets dizzy and uses it as an extra for our sexual relationships. She relaxes and forgets about her young motherly and professional responsibilities. -But where is Laura?, I thought. I hid behind a large column very close to her and saw how the men were approaching her and she was rejecting them, saying I'm with my husband, while showing her golden wedding ring and holding her glass of white wine. Suddenly, a huge black man approached her. He was tall, very tall, easily measuring 7 feet, and black as coal. He would be around 45 years old and I could hear his coarse voice addressing my wife: -Hello, I'm Modou Moussa from Nigeria, can I accompany you with a drink?. Janine put on a friendly face not to seem racist, but said I'm waiting for my husband who went to the bathroom, thank you. My wife almost never spoke to a black person and less to an African. Authentic, and like every white woman from the middle class felt a little scared because in the news it's always black people who commit crimes (although we know it's not). -'I know you're not with your husband even though you show off your wedding ring with pride. You came with your friend Laura, who is over there with my white friend Josh. I'm just accompanying you and we'll chat while your friend is having fun'. Janine didn't know what to say when she saw Laura heading towards the couples' reserved area with a boy of her age. Laura was single and it was obvious that with so much fun, she would find male company. Modou smiled and Janine told him he used this technique to get rid of 'moscardones'. They laughed and Modou -if he asked permission- asked for the entire bottle of wine Janine was drinking. This was the first sign of his firmness and dominant condition, in fact, Janine didn't dare say no when she saw him so determined. My beautiful and small wife had already taken three cups of wine, two during dinner and was finishing her third. So there wasn't much left in her delicate body to hold more alcohol. However, her cup was filled by Modou while he told her he was one of the African musicians leading the show. At 45 years old, he was the most known by everyone at the place. -'What does your name mean?', Modou Moussa', my wife asked delicately, moving the cup to her lips- The bartender who was on the other side smiled and made a conspiratorial gesture to the black man. -'It's an old story, but it's not my birth name, I was given that name 15 years ago at the age of 30 before coming to Améyummy. I don't want to bore you with that, you'll know someday'. -'How intriguing!!!! –thought Janine to herself- This black man thinks he's a star, and thinks I'm interested in him, haha!!!! –she thought as she flashed a mocking smile without wanting to. Modou perceived that smile and made one of his own more malicious.
I was an observer and privileged listener there, behind the column waiting to see how the rare situation developed.
The black man filled her cup with wine again. She tried to refuse, but he didn't care. It was clear that he wanted to dominate the situation and nothing would stop him from doing so.
-You're very tall Modou! - Janine said, looking at the African pouring wine into his cup and being surprised by the size of the black man's hands.
-Yes. And you, very small! - They laughed lightly.
Janine told her profession and there was a slight sparkle in Modou's eyes when my wife mentioned how much she liked children.
-How many children do your husband and you have?, asked the giant man.
-Oh! Only one, we work hard and besides, my husband has some problems with...
My wife realized she was sharing something intimate with a black and unknown man.
Ji ji - She laughed lightly and Modou was having the certainty that his plan was working: My beautiful and delicate wife was already quite drunk and hot. Modou's eyes had injected blood and heat.
At that moment, Laura appeared with the white boy saying to my wife that she should excuse her, but Josh had invited her to go to the other side… My wife looked at her with a pleading face, but her friend left without pitying her.
-Let's dance for a while, proposed Modou Moussa to my sweet princess. At least you'll stay for a bit, then I'll take you home in my truck, assured the black man.
It was 1:15 AM.
Janine put on a face that wasn't very convinced, but the giant took her by the waist and with his hand lowered her from the stool with ease. My tender wife felt the pressure of those enormous fingers on her back.
While walking to the central dance floor, he walked ahead and she followed behind, holding onto his hand. She seemed like a child next to him, only reaching up to his chest. Despite being an African dance club with white customers, there were almost no couples interacial couples and some white women looked at Janine with prejudice... I followed them closely and tried to keep listening to what they were talking about.
-And you Modou –asked incredulous my little one – how many children do you have?
-16, he said briefly, not turning around. Only when he took her by the waist and looked down at her with a wicked expression did he say You see, I don't have the problem your husband has
She looked up with a face of terror and amazement. A strange sensation crossed her vagina, a tingling. Her ovulation period, alcohol, and dancing with a black African man like coal and huge as a bear caused warmth in her vulva and the tips of her pink nipples.
The music was slow by this hour and he pressed her a little against his body and made her feel a big lump at the height of their breasts. He was caressing her back with heavy hands, pressing a little more her small body against his with each dance step.
She, in a reflexive act, leaned her angelic face on Modou's chest for a second and felt electricity from her breasts -in contact with the black man's lump- to the entrance of her vulva.
-I'll go to the ladies' room for a minute, Modou, and then take me home, please. She said.
-Ok. Said the black man with his thunderous voice, I'll wait sitting at those tables over there
The tables were in the darkness of the place and Modou bought another bottle of wine before sitting down.
Janine entered the ladies' room with flushed and heated cheeks. She urinated in the WC and while wiping her vagina with toilet paper, a drool dripped between her pubic hairs, an unmistakable sign of receptivity of her vulva. She had to wipe herself again with more toilet paper.
She tried to control herself. A young, intelligent, psychologist, mother of a two-year-old baby and conservative wife had gotten wet for a huge black man 13 years older than her, black like coal, African, and father of 16 children!!!!!
-What am I doing?, She thought seriously. Thought she wouldn't go back with him, but knew it was 2 AM and had no way to get home. Returned to the dark tables and Modou was waiting for her with a new full cup. -Oh no!!!, I don't drink anymore –thank you Modou- it's been enough for me. Took another cup and it was already the sixth. -Are you hot, really?, said the African, staring at the white sailor on my small woman's chest, where her nipples were outlined in hardness. She tried to cover herself but he rushed and planted a kiss, opening her mouth and putting his huge tongue in. At the same time, one of his monkey hands flew to one of her breasts and rubbed it erotically against her erect nipple. She meowed almost imperceptibly and returned the kiss, pulling out her pink and small tongue. Her left hand -wearing her white married woman's ring- reached inside his shirt, caressing him and playing with his nipples. She knows very well what I like about that. She always told me that every time she does that game with my nipples, I feel a boil in my testicles. Evidently, she was seeking to cause this effect on the African without yet thinking about how the night would end. Knew internally that if she didn't stop, the risk of being seduced would be very high. Modou put his other hand under Janine's skirt and she jumped out of her seat. The black man caressed the inside of her thighs and tried to open them wider and wider. -Stop, Modou! Stop please! I'm a married woman. I don't want, Please!!! He took her hard around the waist, showing who was in charge, and put his hand under her skirt, bumping against the hairy bush of her delicate crotch. The skirt ran and he skillfully rubbed his huge thumb over the crack. Janine reacted by sticking out her tongue and seeking his mouth, with her vulva at his mercy. Just when she was most fertile. She stopped suddenly, trying to stop again... arremetidas. He pulled out the black man's hand from under my skirt and stopped... -'Take me home, I can't take this anymore.' -'As you like beautiful, I'll take you to your house.' I got out before them, was getting into my car and called my parents' place. My mother, half-asleep, told me everything was fine there. I drove at full speed home, almost got a ticket for running the red light. My heart was jumping out of my chest. I couldn't believe my wife was acting this way. My sweet Janine, the doctor who understands children and is an example of all the women in our Christian and middle-class neighborhood... Left the car two blocks away and went into the house through a small library, from where you can see the living room and bedroom door. I heard a vehicle pulling up. It was a huge old pickup truck belonging to Modou Moussa. Janine was getting lost in the vastness of the Pick Up, but the black man's truck fit him fine. My wife wasn't getting out of the vehicle and I assumed something was happening again. He was kissing her again and my little lady was playing with his chest, I didn't want to think about how the African would have his testicles if he liked that caress like me... She was giving small jumps on the seat and I realized she was still massaging his vulva and thought there was no turning back. He kept saying something and she shook her head, he showed his dominant character again and submitted my little and beautiful wife to his request. She had been betrayed by her subconscious and had confided that neither I nor our son would be home until the next day, and he was asking her to invite him in for a coffee inside the house. As they entered, I heard the following conversation... -'Just one coffee, Janine, it will do us good after so much wine and comfort us.' Modou insisted -'We'll have coffee and then you go, okay? We've done too many crazy things today.' My wife said, trying to close the deal not to take it further. He black man made a caress in... her head was looking down from above, they seemed like David and Goliath. He sat on the living room armchair and my wife returned from the kitchen with a tray and two coffees and sugar.
For Modou, it was the last of the farce. He took the tray away from her hands and planted a kiss that wouldn't be undone. He ate her mouth and put his tongue in without hesitation. He also went back to the charge with Janine's small tits and under her skirt. She gasped resigning herself, now she knew there was no escape and she would end up pierced that night. But she didn't imagine what would come...
In five minutes he undressed her and laid her down on the armchair cushions, opening her legs with his powerful forearms and taking her arms in his hands. He had her immobilized and licked her vulva while Janine complained and moaned. He passed his tongue over the entire slit and moistened all her hairs around her opening.
Modou sniffed the air as he licked my wife's vagina and realized her state of heat, undoubtedly he received the smell of her pussy as a sign of receptivity - without my wife seeing him, he laughed and put on a malicious face.
He didn't let her reach orgasm and sat down beside her, waiting for her reaction. She hesitated but looked at his crotch and began to unbutton his pants...
'Janine, now you'll know what Modou Moussa means', said the African, 'It means Unstoppable Stud'.
My wife was taking off her slips and saw with surprise what Modou had between his legs.
'They call me that because of the size of my genitals and scrotum, and the power of my sperm', he said calmly and with his rough and imperturbable voice.
He was still at rest but his cock was 10 inches thick like a beer can. If his body was black coal, his genitals were even darker.
Janine, very scared, took him with one hand and felt how heavy that club was. She played with it a bit and it started to grow... He lifted and saw the rest of the show: Really impressive. His testicles rested between his legs inside his scrotum, which hung down to the middle of his long thighs. Each of his balls was the size of a pool ball and looked heavy, I don't know how much sperm they contained. He stood next to the couch and Janine did the same. He showed her the size of his scrotum and where it hung. His scrotal sac easily descended 8 inches. Janine, silently, compared them with my testicles that barely surpass the size of olives. Almost without bending down, he lifted his cock and passed his tongue over the tip smoothly. Modou grunted. She, with her other hand, took one of his testicles and was surprised by the high temperature it emitted, a sign of the fertilizing ability of the sperm it contained.
- I haven't been with a woman in two months, he told the black man at his ear, bending down and caressing him again. His pubic hair was dripping with saliva in sign of his state of heat and receptivity.
The African's cock grew to 12 inches with the delicate licks of my wife and its thickness increased by 10%. The balls also inflated even more. From the head of the cock, thick strands of pre-seminal liquid were dripping, a much greater quantity than any of mine, and Janine passed her small pink tongue over it.
- Let's go to the bedroom, Modou –said my wife- I have condoms from my husband there.
He smiled and followed her, taking her hand. The black man stood beside the bed and Janine climbed onto the mattress like a little slut, opening the nightstand drawer to find the only condom that was there. She opened the package and began to try to protect the enormous cock of the giant black man. She struggled to unroll it but the thickness of the rubber was too much.
- You should use a condom, Modou. It's my most fertile period. I'm ovulating and your testicles are very swollen He continued maniobrando and put a little of the condom on the glans, but when he tried to unwrap the rest, the condom burst open along its length. A tear ran from end to end.
-I'll just put it in for a few seconds and then we'll come another way, said the black guy with a malicious smile and bloodshot eyes. Janine gave her final wrong answer of the night.
-But you have a lot of pre-seminal fluid. I'm at my most dangerous stage, Modou. She replied.
-Just one second. Nothing will happen.
She thought for a moment, looking at the cock bobbing up and down and Modou's terrible testicles standing in front of the bed. She was thoughtful, but her receptive state would betray her vulva once again. And she accepted that he could try to put it in for a second.
He reclined her on the bed and mounted her. With his enormous forearms, he opened her legs, and with his great ape hands, he took her husband's tiny arms, holding her against the bed. Then he presented the head of the penis in front of Janine's vulva and pushed it in halfway. My wife's scream could have been heard a mile away. He opened her vagina enormously due to the abnormal thickness of the apparatus.
With only half of the terrible poronga, Modou had crossed the cervical canal of my wife's vulva and his head -the size of a lemon- was lodged in her fertile uterus.
His testicles were leaning against the mattress. They looked bigger and harder. They were literally two pool balls due to their black color and heavy hardness.
-Ahhhh, ohhhhhhhh. Get it out, get it out please, it hurts. It's too fat! Agggrrrrrhhhh!!!!!!.
He didn't pay attention to the pleas, not retreating a single centimeter, he pushed her even harder, his buttock and back muscles impelling him, giving a buffalo-like grunt in heat, burying the whole apparatus. The head of the penis was flattened against the far wall of Janine's uterus and the scrotum hit her buttocks and against the mattress, given its enormous size.
My wife was totally stuck and gasping for air, without breath.
Modou began to pump with difficulty, the penis dragging the inner walls of the vulva tightly and my wife's public hairs entering and leaving alongside the shaft. He accelerated the pace and his bull testicles began to hit Janine's white buttocks and the mattress. The sound of the scrotum sac against my wife was similar to a bag of sand hitting a wall.
- Don't finish inside me, Modou. Get out already, please. Remember I'm ovulating OUCHH, OUCHH, between thrusts from the black man.
He pulled out the monstrous cock with effort because his head was totally lodged in my wife's uterus. He managed to disengage and Janine let out a scream. He lifted my wife up in the air with one of his arms. He lay down on his back with my wife across him, holding her tightly around the waist with one hand and pointing the head of the black tool at my wife's inflamed vulva with the other. He pushed it downwards and buried it again to the base of that thick trunk.
My wife was lying on her back facing me, and the vision of the vagina so extensively open receiving that thickness and the scrotum hanging from the base was impressive.
I also noticed the extreme contrast between my wife's skin and the black man's, as well as the mark of a married woman's bikini on her round and fleshy booty.
He was lifting and lowering my wife with one hand. He would pull her out about halfway down and then bury her again completely. My wife enjoyed it a bit more in this position although she was screaming with her teeth clenched. At one point he stopped moving, with his cock buried in my wife's uterus, and she pulled her left hand back to caress his terrible testicles. On her ring finger, her wedding ring shone.
With her right hand, she was caressing his chest.
-What enormous testicles, Modou. Not Get inside me, please.
She withdrew her left hand and observed that Modou's enormous eggs were pulsating inside his scrotal sac, indicating the increase of semen within them. Their size was incredible and already surpassed a pool ball in size.
Janine's vagina bombarded for a few more minutes and began to withdraw the extended length of the cock from my wife's interior.
She dismounted the black man biting her teeth when she came off the cock. And sat beside the dark body of the African, starting to suck him and make him cum. She looked again with amazement at the thickness of the black man's cock and its length and the way the enormous balls containing the heavy seminal load of Modou were pulsating.
She returned to caress the scrotal sac and leaned against the giant chest of the African, licking her nipples. Her body emitted a strong smell of male in heat and from the head of the thick cock continued to flow out heavy drops of transparent pre-seminal liquid.
The black man was stroking Janine's small back with his enormous hand, covering it entirely until he took her against his body and re-entered the bed while saying:
-I'm going to put it in your vulva for a few more seconds.
- Oh no Modou. I don't take birth control pills, you know when I wanted to protect your member with a condom. I'm ovulating and these are my most risky days.
He looked at her seriously again, his eyes piercing, showing that he was the male who took decisions.
He took a pillow and put it on the bed. He positioned Janine's delicate body face down with the pillow under her belly. In this way, my wife's Booty remained upwards and her vagina exposed to be assaulted from behind by the giant African. He stroked her hairy vagina from behind.
Then he got onto the bed and sat on his haunches behind her. With one hand, he took her firmly by the ass and with the other, he leaned heavily on my wife's back. It was Unbelievable to see that big black man compared to the doll-like figure of my wife. He presented his lemon-sized head at the slit of my wife again. She knew she was more exposed than ever and tried to move but he pinned her against the mattress and pushed mortally with the weight of his body down and forward, burying all the cock in Janine's vulva and impaling her cervix on the far wall. The push was so strong that my wife's little body went almost 2 feet forward with the thrust, and she let out a terrible scream. He pinned her again by the ass and neck and began to pump strongly. His scrotal sac now hit against Janine's hairy pubis and also struck against part of her belly. Those balls were enormous. Then he stopped for a few moments and slowly pulled almost all the length of his penis out. My wife thought he was going to pull it all out, but immediately he pushed again with disproportionate rudeness, giving her a thrust that buried the cock up to the root and tore into her fertile uterus. He pulled back slowly and then thrust again violently. He did this several times and Janine let out a mournful and suffocated cry each time. Then he pumped rapidly for five minutes until his testicles expanded to their maximum in his scrotal sac and Modou began to growl like an animal with each thrust. Janine knew what was coming and begged once more between moans. - 'Don't finish inside me, Modou. Please. ARGHGGHH, OUUCCCHHH, AAAYYYY. You're going to get me pregnant!!!!!'. - 'If you're small,' Modou yelled with his thunderous voice, 'you'll plant a huge black son in your fertile uterus of a married woman.' - 'No, please. No, what will my family say? OCUHHHH, GGGGRRRRRRR, ARAAARRRRRGHGH, Take it out, please. Don't do it.' Modou pumped with the power of his body and made the weight of his balls hit Janine. She knew that Moduo was lodged in there, the beastly load. -Don't fill me up with Modou. Please, remove it from my vulva. OOOOUCCHHHHH. What a huge cock that's burying me to the matrix!!!! OOOOOH, What enormous testicles you carry, Modou, AAAARRRRGGGGG, Remove it, I'm married.
The huge black man accelerated his pace to the maximum, growling like an animal until he took her firmly by the waist and neck. His fingers encircled the entire circumference of my wife's neck.
My sweet wife tried to escape forward before Modou Moussa finished, but the black man pinned her against the bed. -Stay put, ordered the black man to my wife.
He pounded her vagina strongly until with all the weight of his body he delivered a powerful thrust that crushed Janine's matrix. Her body tensed and her testicles began to shoot potent streams of thick and highly fertile semen.
Janine opened her eyes and screamed at each discharge the African gave her. Her fertile vulva was receiving Modou's potent injections.
At every dose the black man served in my wife's vagina, her testicles rose inside the enormous scrotal sac, those huge tanks strongly propelled the cum through the interior of the enormous cock, and it was deposited against the uterine wall fertilizing it.
There were at least 24 massive discharges over a minute until the black man began to withdraw from my wife's interior. The head was more embedded in her vulva than before, and my wife screamed as the black man pulled out.
When he finally pulled his head out, a thick and heavy rope of semen began to flow from my wife's cleft, descending down her hairy bush and falling onto the sheets forming a large puddle.
Modou stayed for a moment beside the bed. His cock was still inflamed, his testicles had reduced in size although they were equally enormous without their load of semen inside.
Janine reincorporated herself. Slowly and she made a gesture of pain and concern for the amount of potent sperm from the black male that Modou had deposited directly into the matrix.
Modou made a malicious smile and went to get dressed in the living room. A few minutes later, he left our house.
Yanina was worried because she knew that Modou had impregnated her.
She removed the sheets that were filled with stains from the potent sperm of the black man and washed them.
Then, she cleaned her vulva, which was very sore, and applied a healing cream because her lips and the inside of her vagina were irritated.
I left through the service door and walked like a zombie for a block until I got to where my car was parked. I returned to my parents' house and tried to sleep, but couldn't.
I decided not to tell Janine what I had witnessed.
But a week later, she confessed what had happened and soon after we saw that her menstrual period didn't show up.
She was pregnant with Modou Mossa. His potent African sperm had honored his nickname and my wife was his 17th victim.
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