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As the Teamnatural, TeamRealHair movements gather steam in the black community, men are speaking up about their distaste for all things fake as it relates to black women. His post was an obvious dig at black women who take their hair extensions out when they sweat out their weave at the club. Maybe more black men should speak out against the hair weave industry that has made millionaires out of non-blacks for decades. My boo likes my natchal huurr…. Sad part is his stupid fans and the other artist stupid female fan base will still support them.

I chuckled when I saw this yesterday. Lawd knows I snatches my wigs off soon as I come through the door. Its hard enough being a woman. Some of these weaves I see on women are gross. Edges all chewed up. Gel cannot hide the fact that the thin edges are a inch away from the hairline. Speaking of men time for me to try and convince mine to leave the villa. Women are always in competition with other women. Men SMH they want women to have long thick hair but want it natural and throw it back in our faces when we comply… shame..

Im team natural but men need to make up their minds everybody cant grow hair down they byke and those that do it takes a long time. They need to stop.. I agree with that …. I wear my hair like I want for me and me only ….. But that is true with a lot of women. What ever he says is because he is mentally ill. Put him on Nignore ni a I am going to ignore you? I wear make up cause I like to enhance my look. And I like compliments from men. I mean everybody not going to have long exotic looking hair.

Long as you have a split with a Hole is all a man cares about ….. But there are some men out there that have preferences. Mines likes me with short hair.

He thinks its sexier than a head full of weave. Men like what they like. This is not true. My full face, my clothes, my hair, my perfume, my bags, my Ray-Bans.

I could give a damn how you look cause its all about me. Chris Brown is such an ignorant person. He changes his hair color every month and is going bald it seems,so he really need to go somewhere and sit his crazy self down….. I notice he loves to make fun and make assumptions about Black women which is no shock,since he hates Black women. Any Black woman still supporting him must be filled with self hate…. Sandra I am not. But I know a lot of women who get jealous and then copy my style.

I am a trend setter. Keep insulting your fan base. Yall know this is a speculation post right?! And these broads out here buying his music and going to his concerts. Those wrinkles on his forehead is not a good look…he starting to look like my drunk uncle James.

Muhfuka aging how old is he again?.. Its a damn joke. And some females need to be honest. Wtf wrong with you today yo? Cause they wear weaves just like we do….. Why you so pressed though … who cares what he thinks …. Jealously comes from not being satisfied. A need, needs to be taken care of. Find out what it is and get to it. To me if you mad at this post than your ass is bald and have no edges. Use your damn brain. Read the memo that you missed and it reads as follows: Different views can be expressed on a blog,duh.

Why are you so pressed about what I wrote? Whites beeeeeeeeeeeen wearing it. We was in our afro movement when they was clipping in. We just perfected it most of us not the ratchets. And the sad thing is black men forget they got the same damn hair type coming out their scalp. I guess because they men and get haircuts they forget that. Chris brown making fun of the same bald headed insecure bishes that buy his horrendous music.

He know yall insecure hehe he like to abuse his insecure fans the same way he abuses his women.. U worried bout the wrong damn thang. I have a lot more hair than that though lol. Lets face it ladies.. We spend a lot to wear the latest. Its a fashion thing for me personally. When you have a difference of opinion, people say things like you mad or pressed. Its your opinion, period point blank.

Just like they have there opinion! The infamous Farrah Fawcett flip? Was a damn weave!!! Sandra done pissed me on today. I will meet yall on the other side later. I have natural hair but I choose to wear weave. Instead of black men paying attention to everything else that is real like booty, lips, and breast they only focus on hair extensions — which white women are using now and days as well kylie jenner and her sisters.

Its this blog on dating and relationship from a mans perspective.. Exactly…That person is having a hard time dealing with the way I roasted her ignorant self last week,so she in her feelings.. As of today, June 25, you have 6 months until Christmas! This is a much better option.

I tell my broke over spending relatives this every year. We need to be working on our bodies these ninjas would not GAF so much about hair when faced with great azzesandboobs…80 percent of black women are overweight and obese me included not coming for anyone thats the battle we need to fight..

Said the devil gave her that struggle…nope that coke i saw in your hand everytime i saw you growing up did. A really nice lady and a preventable death. Some folks are just addicted to bundles and are willfully dumb about maintaining natural hair. Dropping perms was the best thing I did for my hair and scalp — I gained at least 15 inches and dropped dandruff when I stopped using beauty supply store products. Yeasssssss lick shoots in the blog Just a little touch of home.

I just love hi n. You are exactly right. They want to criticize us for being who we are. Because he is actually making fun of the length of some black womens hair, which is not at all any type of encouragement for someone to stop wearing weaves.

He needs to grow up and all of the rest of the superficial people like him. Women get their bodies together and a nig will still cheat on you with a bitsh that looks like Precious. But i will conceed that the measurements are probably based on white standards.. Ive felt for years black bodies should be measured differently.

Im talking about for health reasons lol… Nuthin gonna prevent a no good from being a no good no sense eating ourselves to death cause of that. Let them types flock to that trash.

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I get so sick of some black men trying to degrade black women for something they applaud white women for doing. I have yet to hear one man drag Kim K. Self-Hatred needs to go. I am so glad I am Latina you guys are crabs in a barrel! Black women spend more money on fake hair than anybody! It is a billion dollar industry and black women are not CEO of any of the companies that profit you guys are making someone else rich.

The non-ratchets spend money on hair they do not make money from it or own any beauty supply stores. Black women spend money on hair and make other people rich and have to work a 9 to 5 to make a living! Stop lying to yourself, hun. Why do black women care how many inches of hair they have? Are you guys that insecure and have something to prove on instagram or youtube? Yes we did ok carry on?

He been watching alot of Jerry He musta forgot he got a momma too…. And untamed natural hair also. Overall just take care of your hair. I saw a well dressed woman in the grocery with a wet and wavy plated up in three sections this morning!! It looks more natural. It takes more confidence to be yourself, and confidence is a component of beauty. I have a mirror I know what I look like and i love ME.

My face, my hair, my teeth. My obsession is me. I love women and when I meet a jealous one I pray that one day she gets to this space because it is a blessing. In this world of ObamaCare, there are more important things to gripe about. You have been given a platform, and this is what you chose to bring attention to?

I dress for me. I love fashion, I love make up, I love heels, I love everything about being a woman! If I dress for anyone else besides myself, it would be for a man. Not for another woman. Nah, really it makes me no difference. Now, I have to be honest…when a woman does compliment me, I do look at her differently. I see her as a confident woman, who is capable of being a true friend to another woman. Because, there seems to be no jealousy or cattiness within her.

Like myself, I have no problem giving credit, where credit is due. Oh my God Yes! I tell my mom this all the time. When you look better than other women they are either going to admire you or hate you. Its only the ones who are confident within themselves who are neutral and these are friend worthy and its because you guys are the same so its no jealously there.

Everything you said was so true. Saying they buy the most hair weave seriously overestimates their buying power. If not, you clearly missed that I replied to SR comment in reference to race not being mixed and wearing your natural hair.

Simple people like Chris say stupid ish just to be heard. I call them all sour patches — sometimes sour sometimes sweet! Nerves are gone but they are certainly worth it. She should be in college now, right? Why is everything black women do disgusting to black men, but when Latina or Caucasian women do it, they worship them?

If a woman wants to wear a wig, weave, some clip ins, who cares???????? People miss the point. You can do whatever the hell you want, and if that includes wearing weave you bought with your earnings, wear it.

If you want to wear your natural hair, wear it. Why is this such an issue. If chris brown and my favorite jamie foxx worked in the sanitation department, kurruchee and whichever two white women jamie foxx impregnated would not be bothered. Sometimes certain medical conditions can keep you from achieving your hair goals. Sometimes your hair just struggles to grow.

I get my wigs made and you best believe they be bumpin! FuK what ya heard! This is soooo funny. The part I dislike about all these women wearing weaves is it is starting to remind me of all the blondes you see on soaps. Men should look at weave as an accessory more than anything. Not every woman can pull off the natural look.

Keep in mind Tran and Rihanna both wear weave. Chris Brown lyrics from different tracks. And frankly Chris Brown is one to talk givent hat his girlfriend is biracial. But maybe if we loved our own natural beauty enough to rock it we could control the trend. Last I heard none of the other races require protective styles. Why are u assuming hes talking only about black women? This could be a dig at all types of women because all types wear weave and white women especially love the clip ins!

Weave is not even like a permanent thing; at least you got to bed with fake lips and wake up in the morning with it. Always an excuse as to why a non-black woman can do the same things. Black men blame black women for supporting feminism but run off with white women who founded it, led it nationally and abroad, and also established legal policies to support it.

They are the biggest group of feminists in the whole world. I mean black women are always scapegoats for everything. They are never satisfied and complain about us trying to be more attractive. They are never satisfied. I feel bad for black women honestly. I really shake my head at what black women have to deal with.

No different than black men envying everything the white man has. I view them the same way. Always trying to be equal to white men, but falling short. True, not only weight but just general self care and attractiveness. I saw a very pretty black woman today. She had beautifully done make up that made her features look striking, her hair was simple in a bun, nicely dressed and she was toned.

I mean she really looked like she was healthy and radiant and that she had a lot of self respect…it was refreshing. I wish more black women would get it together with looks. I want to feel proud to be a sista again. Just work with what you have to the best of your ability.

Obesity and cheap looking ratty weaves do not give this effect. I know we can do this ladies. And most of all our sense of dignity. That separates winners from losers.

The best version of ourselves and good role models. Completely agree with this. No he may not throw you out of bed, but he may not want to wife you either. Women are supposed to meet the standards set, so keep doing so. Black men will criticize anything we do, so their opinions are meaningless at this point in the game.

Sorry so late but feel free to disagree. I know I work out and I see plenty black women daily doing the same. There is a lot of self hate going on with Black women and their hair.

Black women are the only women on the planet that wear hair of women from other races. What does that say about how you feel about your own hair? Did you know that the Indian hair you wear so proudly probably came from a poor, terrified, Indian girl that was made to get her head shaved by her parents in a temple as a religious sacrifice.

Sometimes this hair is packaged and sent to beauty supply full of lice and nits. You are basically buying hair from women and girls from impoverished 3rd world Asian countries. They may not have daily access clean running water, soap or shampoo. Now you want to get this hair sewn into your own hair? So you can sling it and shake it like white girls? The eurocentric brainwashing is alive and well. On hot days watch out!

You will smell grease and sweat coming from under that weave. I had a woman sleep over and her unwashed weave was on my pillows all night. In the morning after she left my pillows smelled so bad I had throw everything in the washing machine, sheets, pillow cases, comforters, everything. Bacteria can grow and fester under that weave and destroy your real hair.

Cornrow wearing girls are guilty of this too. Ladies you must wash your hair on a regular basis. White people have asked me why do black women straighten their hair? Why do so many young black women wear weaves? Pressure from trying to conform to the beauty standards of white society. Pressure from job market place. Looking for a low maintenance styling alternative.

Black hair is very high maintenance, especially if it is long. Lastly, a healthy dose of self hate. Black women have been fed an continuous diet of eurocentric hair propaganda since day one. Black women need a hair revolution! Self hating weaves are not the answer. Scalp burning relaxers are not the answer either. Constant weaves over a long period of time can cause scalp alopecia baldness.

Learn to love what momma Africa gave you! Go back to natural hair. That may be the only sensible option. A lot black girls have been and still are made of fun for having short length nappy hair. So yeah, there maybe a level of insecurity. So why try to be. I think we should set our standard based on our natural features. All African American women are either wearing a wig, weave or their hair is permed. Black ladies stop trying to alter your hair into something that its not!!!!!

I absolutely hate weaves!!! Hate them hate them hate them. Weaves look ridiculous lol. Yes people are judging them shiny ass weaves long flowing obviously fake weaves.

They are do ugly I swear I despise them. I am not with the weave. Your natural hair is better looking Ms. Trust me on that. These men are NOT brothers. Why do some black women describe all the horrors these blk savages put blk women through, but then call them brothers? If they fight police, they alone. If they get shot, they die alone without a peep out of me. I WILL however, go march for blk women and girls. The blk women that wear their hair natural and dating whte men now.

Those natural sisters have moved on from the blk man because he is nothing but a nuisance. This is why blk men are losers, because all they do is complain, and their complaints fall on deaf ears. People have moved on. Blk women have moved on, they moved on YEARS ago but blk men are so stupid, they think blk women still want them. Educated, gainfully employed, not on welfare and married to guess what?

What you speak is Willie Lynch coming right out if your mouth. Which is safe to assume could be nil because of your closed minded self hating ignorance. If a black girl wants to wear weave she should be able to many different races enjoy versatility from weave.

Also as a naturalista myself weave offers a protective styling option to allow black hair to grow. Why bash black women for weave when not only black women wear weave? What is wrong with that…..

Oh I love hair weave. Hey this is so funny. Try this fake Ultrasound designs from fakeababy. Perfect for gags and gifts. Your bitterness is showing. It appears the saying is true: You say Black Men are losers. Not some, or even many, but that Black Men are losers. See how stupid that sounds? So, see how stupid you sound? But Good Dude get friend zoned like clock work…kmsl. Humans are a trip… Men are ready and willing and able to have meaningful relationships.

Do you accept blame for your part of choosing the boy? Jesus looks at your heart Sugga, not your weave. Look at it this way: Superficial in, superficial out. Good because they would be wasting tears. I care from the standpoint that they make black women so unhappy. At the end of the day, black women have a choice in what they will deal with.

All of them do. Only those who do not believe in themselves deal with what black men do to them. I would prefer to be deserted on an island eternally with ONLY fish, birds, and coconuts to talk to than to align myself with other black women who deal with black men and the hell they make for them.

To say all Chinese Women are Gold Diggers based on what one immature Woman did who just happens to be Chinese is soooooooo stupid. Your immature posts are why any real Man, no matter the race, would avoid you. You have an immature and close-minded viewpoint in life and no real Man is putting up with that. You should look within yourself and stop deflecting blame. You should also stop dealing with immature boys. Maybe if you learned how to be beautiful from the inside out, someone might actually find you attractive.

The Brazilian Silky hearts are on backorder…. Woman tells her chunky butt boyfriend she prefers a toned man. He goes out and BUYS a muscle body suit. See, at the end of the day, Men are logical, and Women are emotional. Nevermind they are living a lie. Because Men are expected to accept all sorts of foolishness. Black females process their hair to fit in with white society, then glue tracks or sew in fake hair on top of their own damaged hair and they end up looking like they have a helmet on made of hair…then have the nerve to color it like a rainbow.

Why is it Black Women dont sew in kinky tracks that match their kinky hair? As I stated before, Jesus reads hearts, not weaves. The saying Real Recognizes Real means everything when it comes to this because a real Man wants a real Woman. A real Woman wants a real Man. A fake Man wants a fantasy of a Woman. A fake Woman wants a fantasy of a Man.

You get what you put out and you attract the type of people you are. Bwahahahahaaaaa pay bills for who? Listen Lisa Sanchez keep your generalized statements to yaself. What is wrong with extensions,box braids, Senegalese twist, or Marley twist all of these styles involve adding hair extension?? These are African styles.. Stop coming down on African American women for the clear and evident versatility available to them.

Its not being fake. The hate for black women by black men needs to stop.. I like my weave and my pretty tight coiled curls. Some of us black men own businesses, and we do the least as to what you mentioned. Our self-worth and or acceptance is not determined by men. Nappy hair has become a thing of the past, being replaced by a rubble of fakeness, designed to look real. Black woman are lazy because they can take care of someone else hair but to lazy to take care of there natural hair.

Insecure funny black guys like this or whatever you are. White chick wear it x more than the lovely strong black hispanic race at my sister in law TAMIKA here in cali own multi in caliofrnia blk hispanic community multiple HAIR SALON she own 4 and each time i walk in i see tons off more white people there …Much more white want nice weave and hair extensions.

I personally lov it. Only 2 a insecure BLK men. Women, wear OUR hair styles how we want…Yet, he date 4 several years Tall cutie Ri Ri who love her weave and wigs…and other chicks including Karreuche. I also love the real natural look extensions or wigs … Secure men are not like C.

Secure men do not care. Loyalty…Maturity…No drama and most of all? U right RealMen know this…peace out 1. Eva as u go ahead ma. Do you… Just keep remembering that as i wrote under Dra post That: Only jealous or highly insecure men say shiiit… Focus on your own damn life… RealMen know this…peace out 1. Loylty…Maturity…No drama and most of all? So correct about the eurocentric beauty standard. How many women bleach their hair to look blonde?

People can wear their hair the way they like. Wuts got Petty Davis Eyes.. CB know he is a cutie though ….. SandraRose, did you get rid of my 6 months before Christmas post? He does look cute with his hair like that though. For u and for those you are so eagerly attempting to offend. Edges on scream tho.

Its a joke my dude. And some do it totally to impress in a sexual way. A waste of skin though lol. CB shyt is hot!!!! No insulting your own is no joke.

He is the joke! You Chris stans keep giving him passes. He has no respect for any women,especially Black women. He look like hes raising his eyebrows tho…. This chit here sis. Vanna is the root of all evil. Yep and too much alcohol will dry out the skin making wrinkles more prominent.

But why is his hair dyed blonde tho? All those weave wearing women just have Indian in their family and yall hating. Please believe this can go for all shades, not just black women. Wearing weave that is. The founders of THIS country even wore wigs. Folks need to learn their history…. His post cracked me up. Where you get the old blog emojis from, huh? Ok Chris, you right. You and the damn Christmas reminders lmao. I feel bad that I love these petty post.

So did anybody see K. Michelle call Draya out on BET? That is a good idea. Chile do you really believe that,…. Sending love your way.

On the low I love em too rofl ….. But I got a weight problem. What that rat say? This mess is entertaining. I know exactly what you meant.

But if she doing it for a man? Good luck with that. Vaguely heard about it. I want to be free. Our youth are so misguided and misdirected that it makes me want to cry. I was thinking that too! Oh ok makes sense now!

Must have been a good roast! Not eating his dreams…….. Oh no because they get a pass. About 2 in 3 whites I mean he WAS!!! NakeyaJ Valued Rose since Yeah my silly son lol. Envy is a dangerous and extremely volatile spirit. What i said in the beginning. Cause his daughter got good hair and light skinned. She will be fine.?? You are mad right for doing that! He deserves to get bit back, forget that! Tight but its right. And fake hair too.. Nope not playing with you either… Sucking up carpet!!!!

Why sisqo keep tryna unleash da dragon. The dang pic just popped up!! My goodness they done grew up! Just trying to make sure I understand..

This is so typical Chris. I went and watched two episodes of Criminal Minds How you doing this morning? Yep, what topic do you want to discuss to change the scenery?

Let Your Soul Glow. Its a pagan holiday at the end of the day. We going to Orlando for a week. You better get to planning. Im natural too but Bae wouldnt care if I wore a weave either. The BMI is absurd by any standard. At the end of July! Disney, Universal Studios and Busch Gardens.

Sesame Place, are you in PA? I just peeked in too. We know we can discuss some hurr. What the heck was in that set?! That must the super deluxe ultra premium set. Saved it to my compoootah…. I bought my nine year old son a Lego creator Tower Bridge for his birthday in May. I heard the job market is alright there?? I love Crimah Minds too. Number one place for jobs per Forbes March Busta move on down here Boot! I work in NYC… live in Queens…. Funny lol that is universal…. I know…small minded as well.

Let me do some research.. You know I luh you Boot. VA but in TN currently…. You work out at lunch. Run for me too!!! Bwaahhhh…I got motivated, joined the gym, went twice and never went again..

Or just another day period. He said that he would understand if she refused, but she told him she was OK, although she sounded very nervous. Andy also said he would understand if she did not want to be tied up, but she then told him to do exactly what he wanted, she would let him know if she wanted him to stop.

Even after being given the green light Andy was reluctant to start; he spent a long time talking rapidly, eventually Sally herself told him to get a move on if he intended to do anything.

The first thing that he did was to get Sally to stand up, then he removed her dressing gown. I now expected him to strap her to the bench but instead he played with her.

He squeezed and sucked at her breasts and nipples, spread her legs open and stroked her clitoris before slipping a finger inside her cunt. Both Elmore and I were surprised at this, and so was Sally. Before long she began responding to the caresses and stood squirming, I recognised the signs that she was building to an orgasm. When Sally was really showing signs of arousal, Andy grabbed her and flung her face down onto the bench. In a manic rush he seized her hands and tied her wrists tightly to the legs of the bench, then did the same to her ankles.

He then stood up to admire his handiwork; by now he was sweating profusely. He was obviously enjoying this. He grabbed a fresh cane and stood in front of Sally. He bent down and teased her lips with the end of the cane, then as he walked to her feet he ran the cane lightly down her spine. When it reached her bottom he pushed the cane sharply into her pubic mound and Sally whimpered. There was a loud crack, and Sally screamed in pain.

Immediately Andy rushed to kneel in front of her face and asked if she wanted him to stop, but she shook her head and he resumed his position. For the next twenty minutes he really beat my wife, giving her a series of hard blows then resting for a short while and starting again; in that short time he broke two canes. By now she was crying softly, but whenever she was asked if she wanted to stop she shook her head.

But Andy stopped of his own accord. He then gave her another ten to fifteen very hard lashes on her buttocks, and by the end Sally was again screaming. This brought really loud screams from Sally. He dropped the cane and rushed to untie her. Elmore and I noticed that his prick had once more grown to its full length, we guessed that he now wanted to use it.

When he had undone the ropes Andy picked Sally up very gently, carried her to the bed and gently laid her on her back. He propped her long legs over his shoulders then penetrated her with his cock. He fucked my wife for a very long time and throughout the whole fuck she wept softly, but always shook her head if Andy offered to stop.

He could only hump her slowly as she started to moan with pain if his thrusting became too vigorous. But at last he shot his load into Sally; the very first time he had fucked a woman properly. This was the first of many fucks the two enjoyed.

And eventually at one meeting they fucked before the beatings, not afterwards. Not long after this they spent the night together and he fucked my wife 5 times without any beatings, it was just normal heterosexual sex. Whenever he had sex with Sally after that they still usually beat each other. I met Sally when my closest friend at University, Bill, courted and married her elder sister, a student nurse. Lynette was a beautiful girl, though in a different way to my future wife.

Sally was tall and slim with a shy personality; Lynette was short, curvaceous and bubbly. It was as best man at their wedding that I first met Sally, the chief bridesmaid, and the rest is history. After my marriage I still had feelings for Lynette. When I persuaded Sally to take lovers so that I could watch I fantasised about watching Lynette as well. It was only a dream so I did not mention it to my wife. Besides there was no way it could ever happen, as much as I wanted it to.

Then circumstances conspired to present me with the perfect opportunity. This occurred shortly after the time when my wife was the altar in a black fertility rites mass and 13 men fucked her. I knew from Sally that Lynette was sexually very adventurous and daring. Sally now revealed that Lynette was sexually frustrated. She loved her husband dearly, but they were going through a really bad patch and they hardly ever had sex. Things were so bad that Lynette was talking of leaving Bill.

She actually asked me if I could arrange something. Lynette was not to know, it had to happen as innocently as possible, and there was no way I could be seen to be involved or even watch. I did not dare tell Sally that I wanted to see her sister in action anyway. No, that would have to wait, but I did tell her I would see what I could do.

It was impossible to talk directly to Lynette about taking a lover. She and Bill lived on a new estate in a town some 20 miles away. At weekends wife swapping was the major entertainment on the estate, but when Sally used this fact to suggest a lover could help, her sister had gone ballistic. But like Sally I believed that Lynette would take a lover if the right occasion could be contrived. I needed a plan, so I took the problem to Elmore.

I told him about Lynette; I said Sally thought she needed a lover, and that I wanted to see her getting laid without Sally knowing. Together we concocted a scheme that just might work. Once a week the 2 girls met up for the day, usually ending up drinking in a pub. They took it in turns to visit each other for these meetings. The plan went into operation the next time Lynette came to our house for the weekly get together.

This is the story of what happened on that day. Sally and her sister spent the afternoon shopping. In the evening, as usual, Lynette drove the 2 of them to a pub for a night out. They usually spent these nights gossiping, enjoying the atmosphere and meeting other girls. But this night Sally saw Elmore sitting in the pub with a couple of men. Of course this was all arranged and the men, Chris and Ernie, were well known to us, they had been amongst the 12 black acolytes who had fucked Sally at the fertility mass.

Sally said to her sister that she recognised one of the black men sitting in the corner, he was a friend of mine from work. She went on to say she fancied him and she knew he fancied her like mad. She told her sister that if she had a few drinks she would not trust herself with this man, so she would like to avoid him if possible. Lynette found it hard to believe this of her straight-laced sister, so Sally confided that, at a recent party, she had let the man take her into a bedroom, strip her and play with her.

They were just about to have sex when they heard me calling out. Sally turned to leave the pub. But of course Elmore was expecting them, and ran over to say hello and invited them to have a drink with him.

Elmore bought them drinks and introduced them to his friends. They spent the evening together, then the pub closed. With a mischievous smile she said yes. Before they left the pub Elmore called me to tell me the first part of the plan had worked.

It was on the top floor of a 2-story building, and had an attic, which is where I made myself comfortable. The flat had one bedroom and a living room. I watched as the 5 of them walked into the living room. Chris turned the lights down low, switched the record player on and went into the kitchen to make coffee, the rest of them sat around on beanbags. Now came the time to put into action the second part of the plan. This revolved mainly around Sally.

She was to keep a close eye on her sister, and at the same time let Elmore seduce her. She was to lead the way slowly, letting Elmore take a liberty with her, then waiting until her sister had permitted the same licence to her partner. The beauty of this plan was that if Lynette stuck at any stage the party would break up without Lynette seeing her sister going much further than she had herself.

We had chosen 2 extra men so Lynette would have some choice. Chris and Ernie had previously tossed a coin, and Chris had the first go at laying her. Elmore walked over to Sally, sat on her beanbag and put his arms around her.

He tried kissing her, and she turned her face away, making a pretence of rejecting his advances. But eventually she allowed him to kiss her fully on the lips. From that time they apparently ignored the others and were wrapped up in each other. She made no attempt to pull her hand away but made no move herself on Chris and seemed content to just sit holding hands and talking.

Eventually Chris moved over to sit next to her. At first she seemed uncomfortable, then after a few minutes she relaxed slightly. Chris took this as a signal to try kissing her, but she did not respond. Chris persisted and at last she accepted his kisses but without any apparent enthusiasm.

Elmore dropped his head onto her breasts and sucked at her nipples. Lynette raised her head and watched them for a while, then allowed Chris to kiss her again. She was still acting in a mechanical way, with no real passion evident. It was such a slow process that I did not notice what he had achieved until he moved his hand to undo her bra strap, then back to her breasts. I could tell from the movements of her blouse that he was caressing her beasts and nipples, and how I envied him.

Lynette broke from Chris and stared at her sister, and it was with difficulty that Chris pulled her back to him and worked his hand back inside her blouse. Lynette had her legs spread apart and, true to the plan, Chris dropped one hand to the crotch of her skin-tight jeans. She immediately crossed her legs and pushed his hand away. He tried again, and was again sharply repulsed.

According to the plan Sally and Elmore should have remained lying together with his hand in her pants. If Chris could make no further progress it should have ended there.

And 30 minutes of being fingered proved too much for Sally. On the verge of an orgasm she started to squeal and her long, slim legs waved wildly around his ears. He jumped up, grabbed Sally and rushed for the bedroom. After a few seconds hesitation, Ernie followed them. The bedroom door was wide open and Chris and Lynette could hear what I could see from my vantagepoint. Elmore stripped Sally, pushed her onto the bed and jumped on top of her.

He rammed his cock up her cunt, then knelt up as he fucked her. And the noise they made got louder and louder. In the living room Chris and Lynette were very embarrassed, they had jumped apart as Elmore had rushed Sally to the bed. They hugged each other and resumed their kissing. I sensed that their relationship had changed. Now she looked into his eyes and returned his kisses with passion, they were far more intimate with each other now they were on their own.

I knew she was going to let him have his way with her. When she whimpered it told him all he needed to know, she made no objection as he gently removed all her clothes. And I got my first view of that lovely body.

She had beautiful pert little breasts; I was just dying to get my mouth on them, just as he was doing. She had much more flesh on her than her sister, but it was distributed perfectly.

Her thighs and her bottom were unbelievable and Chris was soon planting his lips all over them. I watched in rapt wonder as Chris put his hand on her mound, and she spread her legs wider than I had seen any other girl, by almost degrees.

This gave me a great view of her red-hair fringed vagina before he smothered that too with his kisses. Chris finger fucked Lynette for ages at the same time covering every inch of her gorgeous body with his kisses. Sally once told me that her sister was an animal in bed and I soon saw what she meant. When she calmed down Chris lay on his back and she straddled him, I think he only did this so that I could get a good view of her lovely little tits quivering as she humped up and down.

Sadly it soon came to an end, Chris deposited his sperm in her tight little cunt, and they lay side by side and arm in arm for a few minutes before Lynette knelt up and began putting her clothes back on. In the meantime I had seen my wife get fucked by Elmore, then Ernie took his place. After fucking Sally Elmore stood peeking through the bedroom door. As soon as he saw Lynette getting dressed he walking over, knelt down beside her, took her in his arms and planted kisses on her. She immediately responded and he quickly had her naked and lying on her back again.

So I got the great pleasure of seeing Lynette get fucked a second time, this time by a monster cock not that Chris was small, or Ernie either, come to that. The 2 of them spent a long time in noisy foreplay, kissing and sucking each other all over. And Lynette scratched and bit Elmore, leaving visible marks over most of his body.

By this time Elmore had still not regained an erection so Lynette got on her hands and knees and sucked his cock until it went stiff, then he fucked her in the doggie position. In the meantime, when the sounds revealed that Ernie had come into my wife, Chris got up and walked into the bedroom. He lay down on top of Sally and soon had his cock inside her. Ernie went back into the living room, waiting his turn to fuck Lynette.

So on that great night I saw both my wife and her sister getting laid by 3 black stallions. These were really special events organised by Elmore where the 2 sisters got laid by a number of men. I told Sally that I had seen everything on the first night, she told Lynette and they both thought it funny. From that point I usually watched them in action.

In spite of growing more and more in love with Sally I still fancied Lynette, and eventually I got her. We were at a party thrown by Tony, a friend of Ernie we had not met before. When the party ended I was on my own. The amount of thumping, squealing and moaning from the main bedroom led me to assume that the other 4 had paired off in there. I tried the door but it was locked so I assumed they were there for the night.

I crawled into bed in the spare bedroom to find Lynette already there, waiting for me; it was Sally making the noise with the 2 men. So that night I got to play with, and fuck, that magnificent body.

It was my turn to be bitten and scratched, but it was worth it. As it turned out, Sally had been right, the marriage turned the corner and grew stronger and stronger. I suspect that her husband knew what was happening although not about our involvement , and tacitly approved.

It was just that she had a much stronger sex drive than he did, so everyone was happy. Of course, like us, when they started a family it all came to and end. And they are still together. As our relationship with Elmore developed he became more and more infatuated with Sally, and his visits became more frequent. I began to press him to use his experience from previous contacts to arrange a situation where Sally would meet and make love to more than one man at a time; but he was very reluctant.

At last, after much pressure, he agreed to one such meeting, the most bizarre we have ever been to. The event was to be a black mass, held by a secret occult society, of which Elmore claimed to be a member. He said that if we just went to watch Sally might not get the chance to make love at all; but he could arrange for her to be the centre of the mass.

He would not explain what he meant by this but we were led to believe that at least one man would make love to her. He did say that she would have to be brave. We both insisted that we would not go if they indulged in animal rituals but Elmore assured us that these masses never involved such rites.

Sally was dressed in a tight white polo neck sweater that showed off her ample bosoms, a black mini skirt with a wide black belt, black tights and knee high black leather boots.

With her long fair hair left free she looked absolutely stunning. The 3 of us went to a pub to down a few drinks. Sally had 2 brandy and babyshams to fortify herself for the unknown adventure. Because we were drinking we intended to stay the night in the flat. We took a taxi to a building in the outskirts of north London.

It had been built as a church in Victorian times, but had become derelict before the cult bought and rebuilt it. It lay in several acres of its own land and was very isolated. Elmore took Sally in through a door at the back of the building that opened into a large backroom. He and I then went to the front door of the main building. The floor of the building was on two levels. The main part of the floor running from the front door two thirds of the way to the back was like a large stage.

A rail ran along the edge of the stage with a gap in the middle, and steps leading down to the well. A door was in the middle of the far wall, and this led to the room where Elmore had taken Sally. The old organ loft was still there, 8 feet above the floor of the well on one wall, and this is where Elmore took me to watch the unfolding events.

In the well, opposite the central steps, was a solid, strange looking bench, in the shape of a cross. The long section of this cross was 6 feet long and about 2 feet high and wide. The arms were the same height and both were 3 feet long, but only 6 inches wide.

The main body of the bench was aligned with the door in the far wall, and was 6 feet from the steps down from the main part of the floor. This fixed bench was covered in a thick black cushion material. At the ends of the arms there were a number of straps. At the bottom of this main part of the bench were 2 more small benches.

They were not attached to the fixed bench and could be moved around. They were both 3 feet long and 18 inches wide, but were not flat. Instead they were in the shape of an inverted V, 2 foot high at the ends and 3 feet high at the apex. They were covered in the same black cushion material and the ends of these benches had straps the same as the arms of the main bench. These 2 movable benches had been positioned so that they formed the legs of a spread-eagled body, with the big bench forming the torso and arms.

The two legs had been set up with an angle greater than 60 degrees between them. All around the walls of the building were hung large drape curtains. They completely covered the windows and walls. Most of them were a plain black colour, but there were also some scarlet ones.

Around the walls of the well the drapes had figures and characters drawn on them, mostly pornographic. Directly above the fixed cross-shaped bench, and attached to the ceiling there, was a large black drape with the silver figure of a cross on it. All around the walls of the building were a large number of black candles of various sizes. They were all lit, and there were so many that their light added greatly to that of the electric lights.

And the pungent burning smell was not only coming from the candles; there were a number of pots around the room burning various substances, some of then legal and some not.

In the well, sitting on benches with their backs to the stage, were 12 young black men. Elmore said they were called acolytes. There were 6 of them sitting either side of the steps up to the main floor.

These acolytes, who were to take part in the mass, were dressed in long black robes, which reached to the ground. On the main floor of the hall about 50 people stood around. They were mostly in their twenties and thirties, of both sexes and mixed races, but predominantly black. They were talking in a subdued way, waiting for the start of the mass. This happened when the far door opened and 2 young black girls, dressed in long scarlet robes, came out and rang hand bells before disappearing back through the door.

This brought an expectant hush to the congregation who moved to crowd the railings. The door opened once more, and a very tall, slim, middle-aged black man entered, dressed in a long flowing scarlet robe.

He was followed by Sally, still dressed in her own clothes and flanked by the two young black girls. Again no objections were made and the girls led Sally back through the door. The master now began a service. At the start all the electric lights in the building were switched off, leaving the candles as the only light sources. Then, from high in the ceiling, spotlights came on that brightly illuminated the bench.

For a good 10 minutes the master addressed the acolytes and congregation in a deep, low voice. Then, somewhere in the background a tape of primitive music began to play. At first it was quiet and slow, but the tempo and volume increased gradually. The master changed to chanting to the congregation and they chanted responses back at him, all in time to the music. The tempo and noise increased, and the congregation began to work themselves into a frenzy.

After 20 minutes or so the sound was overbearing; the whole assembly were chanting one mantra after another. They were in a state of profound exaltation, shouting and swaying to the beat of the music, itself by now deafening.

Their hands were held aloft. Many of them seemed to be in a deep trance and I have never seen so much intense passion and emotion before.

Suddenly, when the congregation were in a violently excitable state, the master raised his hands; the noise and the music stopped. There was a complete silence. The door at the back opened and Sally was led in by her escort. This time she was barefoot and dressed in a long white robe. Her escort led her to the bench and lay her down on it with her back on the main section, her arms along the arms of the bench.

Her legs were along the legs of the bench and the apex of the inverted V reached under her knees. Her escort strapped her ankles and her wrists to the bench, then adjusted the legs of the bench so that her legs were spread as wide apart as possible. The master moved over to Sally, standing by her waist on her right hand, and the female escorts stood one on either side of him. At his signal, each of the acolytes stood up and, one by one, removed their robes to reveal their total nudity, and went over to kiss Sally on the lips before kneeling on the opposite side of the bench to the master.

Their penises were all standing proud, and some of them were enormous. The master spent the next 10 minutes chanting to the acolytes, and they responded. The congregation joined in and the atmosphere quickly grew excitable and tense again. She lay with her head toward the back of the wall, her legs spread out so that her genitals were wide open, facing towards the congregation. From their viewpoint on the stage, and because Sally was highlighted by the spotlights, they had a good view of her whole body, and especially her vagina and blonde pubic hair.

As her beautiful body was revealed to the congregation and the acolytes kneeling alongside her there were cries of approval; it was obvious that the whole assembly were still in a highly excited state.

One tray contained a red jelly, the other thin black wafers. He now conducted a ceremony in which the jelly was called wine and the wafers were called bread. This ceremony went on for some time and in it the master said a series of prayers and the acolytes and congregation chanted responses. It was strongly reminiscent of a catholic mass where bread and wine are blessed. When he had finished the master gave one tray to each of the girls on either side of him.

The substance was very sticky and the man took at least 20 seconds to lick it all off. When the acolyte had swallowed the wafer he resumed his original position, and the priest summoned a second one to kneel facing him. Once he had finished the master pushed his cloak back over his shoulders to display a huge penis, rampant and ready for action.

He thrust into her quite savagely, but this was not a mere fuck as he massaged her breasts and kissed her as a lover would. After a long time he came inside Sally with one long groan. This was the sign for the congregation to begin a mass orgy.

As the cult music started again they quickly paired off, and I also saw several threesomes and one foursome of 2 men and 2 women. Once stripped they indulged in sex in every possible position and with a frenzied gusto. I saw another woman on her back, one man kneeling between her legs fucking her whilst another man straddled her shoulders and rammed his prick down her throat.

And the foursome formed a chain with one man taking in doggy style a woman who was kneeling over, sucking the penis of a man lying on his back with a fourth woman sitting on his face. The combinations and positions swapped and changed throughout the orgy. And at all times there were groups of people stood by the railing, watching the events down in the well.

In the well the 12 acolytes took it in turns to fuck Sally. Each lay between her legs and improvised as best he could, although it was not a comfortable position.

Most tried to turn the act into one of love rather than pure sex, kissing her and kissing and fondling her breasts. Sally enjoyed herself as she had several orgasms, especially towards the end; at the beginning it had all been too strange and stressful for her to relax enough to enjoy herself.

After some of the acolytes had fucked Sally they also had sex with the 2 escorts. Eventually, after almost 2 hours, the last man came inside my wife. By now her breasts and neck were black and blue, covered in lovebites. One acolyte had given her a real bite on her nipple. Sally remembered this particular instance but as the acolyte was bringing her to her first orgasm she forgave him. The congregation were called to order; one by one they finished their activities and got dressed.

He slid out of my wife and inserted his fingers into her vagina. One by one the acolytes stood up, kissed Sally and resumed his seat against the stage, at the same time putting his robe back on.

The female escorts moved to Sally, covered her with her robe and released her from her straps. They then helped her to stand up and led her out through the door. The service ended almost immediately and Elmore and I went round to the back of the building and into the back room. When talking things over later I found out that when the service had begun, and Sally was in the room with the two girls, she undressed. Then at their request she had a quick bath, although she had bathed just before we set out.

She lay on a table and the girls rubbed her all over with some oils. They paid particular attention to her genitals, oiling, powdering and then oiling them again, going quite deeply into her.

She was convinced that this was part of the ceremony as the girls treated it very seriously and told her that the oils were specially prepared. One ran from top to bottom of the robe, the other two along the whole length of both the arms. Sally did not know about these joints as it was slipped on over her head. At that point she was still uncertain about what was going to happen to her. The girls told her that she was to be the alter for the mass, and so she thought that she would lie on a table, still dressed in her robe, and have the mass said over her.

She thought that a general orgy would follow and that the master would be her partner. She also believed that she would be free to select or reject other men, as she chose.

She did not know about the straps, and was shaken when her robe was removed so publicly. We discovered that these fertility masses were held once a month. They did not normally include the full blood and body rites that had been carried out on Sally.

The altar was usually formed by one of a small number of girls, members of the cult. Two of these had acted as her escort one of them would have been used if any acolyte had rejected Sally at the outset. The full mass was only performed on special occasions, when a new volunteer was found who was acceptable to the acolytes — something that did not happen very often. The last full mass, some 9 months before had ended prematurely as the young white girl who volunteered had to be released before the mass was half finished.

Sally sympathised with her. The removing of the wafers caused a lot of pain as some of the men had stubbly beards and others, in gripping the wafer in their teeth, had also nipped her soft inner flesh. Also some of the cocks were so large they caused more pain, and some of the love bites were really vicious. Several months later Sally was invited to become the altar once again, and happily did so. She repeated this a few more times in the following year, and she also got her sister Lynette to be the altar once.

Then at a special Mayday fertility mass, when Sally was again the altar, there was no general orgy during the ceremony. But afterwards she joined her sister and they were fucked by most of the male members of the congregation.

I married Sally, my beautiful young goddess in , when she was only 17 years old. But I was really obsessed with this fantasy and mentioned it to Sally; she became very angry and I was made to suffer for my perversity. But over the months, as we discussed our sexual fantasies, I became aware that her attitude was changing. Finally, after a great deal of persuasion, she agreed to try a one-night stand with a stranger, who I would choose from a contact magazine.

She only did this to please me, and was unhappy and nervous about the whole thing. Some weeks later, on a Friday night, I received a phone call from our sexy young stud.

My legs turned to water as he discussed our reply to his advert. Through a thick haze, and with a bone-dry mouth, I invited him to come down to our home on the following night, and he accepted. From the brief conversation I was aware that he was not English, but could not guess his nationality from his accent. When I told Sally what I had arranged she was shocked, and was adamant that she would not go through with the meeting.

She was so upset that I said that when our guest rang from the railway station I would tell him we had changed our minds. And with that we went to bed. Although nothing was said the next day I knew that Sally was not so dead set against the visit. She made no objections when I bought several packets of condoms she had just started taking the pill at the time , nor when I purchased films for our Polaroid camera — I desperately wanted to take pictures of my beautiful young wife and this stranger.

I had asked our guest to call from the railway station at about 7: When I answered the phone Sally stood next to me with her eared glued to the earpiece. I took that to mean that the colour made no difference so told Elmore to wait by the phone box until I picked him up.

Secretly I was delighted with the way things were going. If things worked out my wildest dream was about to come true and, to make it better, the man was coloured. But there was always the question as to whether Sally would go through with it.

I drove to the station in a state of high excitement. When I arrived the person waiting at the phone box turned out to be a slim and very good looking twenty year old man. He was well over six feet tall, and very, very black. I picked him up and drove to a pub. On the way I explained about the need to wear condoms, and asked him if it was OK to take Polaroids.

I could not believe that I was talking about such things to a total stranger. At 7 PM we set off home. At the front door there was no answer to my knocking so I retrieved my keys from my pocket.

It was difficult to do this as I was shaking from head to foot. When I went in and called out there was no reply. But when I took Elmore into the living room there was Sally, sitting in a chair.

It was obvious that she was so nervous that she could neither stand nor talk, she was trembling and looked frightened and unhappy.

But she also looked stunningly beautiful. She was wearing a simple but revealing short sleeved sweater and a mini skirt. Finished off with dark tights and high heel shoes she looked as beautiful as I had ever seen her. The introductions over, we sat around talking. At first Sally sat saying nothing, and Elmore was very quiet as well — this was turning out very badly. But then they both joined in the conversation, and soon they were just talking to each other.

And as they talked so they got more and more animated. It became obvious that they were turning each other on. So in spite of her original reluctance and shyness, and extreme nervousness, I knew at last that my wife was going to let this stranger fuck her. I got out the Polaroid, determined not to miss one stage of this.

I snapped their first kiss as they danced, then realised that I had not loaded the film correctly. Cursing, I dashed outside to reload the film in the dark.

It took only a few minutes to reload but by the time I re-entered the room I had missed the first stage of the seduction. For Elmore was now sitting in an armchair and Sally was sitting on the arm next to him. She no longer wore her sweater and her bra was undone, although her magnificent breasts were not visible. It had obviously started but at that stage he had not yet felt her breasts.

And they did, sitting side by side, arms locked around each other. The kissing became more intense and I expected that Elmore would play with my wife. Instead she started undressing him. She first stripped him to the waist, then slowly eased his trousers off him. She slipped her hands into his underpants and pulled out his erect black cock, cradling his balls in her hands. He was revealed as a supremely well endowed young man.

Sally has seen many cocks since then but his was by far and away the biggest as it was over ten inches long. Sally played with this enormous penis before pushing his underpants to the floor, leaving him naked. She then lowered her head and took his massive manhood in her mouth. After a few minutes Sally slid off the settee to face Elmore, kneeling between his legs, with his enormous black cock still deep in her mouth.

He leaned forward and slid her bra from off her shoulders. He started to play with her nipples. He took her nipples in turn into his mouth, giving each a very hard suck; and as he let go of each nipple it seemed to throb with life.

All this time Sally silently fondled the thick black curly hair on his head. Her mini skirt had a button up front and the buttons were soon undone, the skirt then lying open on the settee. Sally was now only dressed in tights and pants. Using one hand to fondle her breasts, Elmore used the other to remove her pants.

Sally co-operated willingly, lifting her bottom off the settee. This really got Sally going, and she ground her crotch against his face in excited thrusts. But now she grabbed them and held on, reluctant to reveal her private self to her prospective lover. Her hands moved to caress his head again and once more he tugged at her tights. After a seconds hesitation Sally arched her back and the tights came off. She sat nestling back into the low settee, legs spread wide, feet on tiptoe, her large blue eyes wide open and staring at the top of his head which she gently stroked.

This must have gone on for five minutes or more when Elmore pushed Sally back into the corner of the settee so that she was half sitting and half lying down. He moved further in between her legs and kissed her furiously. Sally started to writhe around again and moaned, the first sound that she had made since they had started dancing. I assumed that he had entered her, so went over to remind him to wear a condom.

After talking for a few minutes Elmore suggested they adopted the 69 position and within seconds they were lying at my feet. I got a great picture of them in this position. Elmore had to give up when Sally performed one of her favourite tricks. She took his balls in her mouth and sucked and caressed them with her tongue. She could produce the most fantastic sensations doing this, and Elmore could only lie there groaning. In danger of coming, Elmore sat up right at my feet.

He was playing with her, fingering her and putting his fingers in her right up to the knuckles. As he did so Sally stared intently into his face and stoked his hair. I was disappointed, as I had asked her to have sex with him downstairs where I could sit down and watch in comfort. But I got up and followed them. As soon as they entered the bedroom they grabbed each other and fell onto the bed, kissing passionately, with Sally on her back and Elmore on his stomach next to her.

And so began the most fantastic time for Sally. He also played vigorously with her cunt, stroking the clitoris and slipping his fingers in and out. He worked away until, eventually, all his slim hand disappeared inside her tight cunt. He used his other hand to fondle and play with her bottom, slipping a finger occasionally into her anus.

She had one huge orgasm after another, they went on for ages and her love juices flowed like the Niagara Falls. In our short marriage I had never seen her like this. This foreplay went on for over an hour, then Elmore asked Sally if he wanted his cock inside her and of course she said yes. He had difficulty getting a condom over his enormous penis, splitting two before he was successful with the third.

He lay on his back and rolled Sally over on top of himself. Between them they fed his penis into her wet cunt. I stood at the foot of the bed in a daze; my dreams had come true. I had watched my beautiful young wife being played with by a black man and she was now being fucked by him.

I got a great picture of the two of them coupling in this position. His cock was so big that Sally was in some pain and, after a few minutes of thrusting gently in and out of her he withdrew, to help her find a more comfortable position. But they found that the condom had split. So for the next half an hour they went back to the vigorous foreplay that they had started with. I do not know how my wife stood it, she was soon screaming and crying so loudly and continuously that I was worried that the neighbours would come round to find out what was wrong.

Elmore could not stay on this, his first night, and had to catch the last train back to London at midnight. I ran back upstairs to tell him. Reluctantly he got off the bed, then lay down again for a final quick grope of Sally.

I left them saying their goodbyes as I went to start the car. Elmore was the first man, other than myself, to have sex with Sally and he was her greatest stud. It was unsatisfactory as she had not been fully screwed, but we corrected that as soon as possible. Two weeks later, when Sally was safely on the pill, Elmore came down again and spent a night with her. In fact he became the first man to fuck her without using a condom, or, as we would say, to ride her bareback. He was a very experienced stud, and Sally and I learned more about sex from him than from any other source.

Elmore had lots of contacts who he visited regularly, but after meeting Sally he dropped them and concentrated on her for 2 years. He was instrumental in setting up most of our sexual adventures in the s. As a postgraduate student at a leading English university back in the early s I was lucky enough to marry a stunningly beautiful young blonde girl called Sally. She was everything a man could wish for. She had lovely long blonde hair, stretching all the way down her back.

And she was a year-old virgin, still at her private convent school. In less than a year we were man and wife. We married just as we both started our first jobs, and we set up home in a town to the west of London.

But the young girl I married was innocent and very shy. As I was some years older than she was I persuaded her to help me live out my wildest fantasies. She eventually became as adventurous as I was, and we had some really wild times. I met Sally through my best friend at university.

He was courting this beautiful young nurse, and I fell for her. I suffered pangs of unrequited love for many months, then I met her younger sister, Sally, and was immediately smitten. The sister, Lynette, was also beautiful, but in a totally different way. She was a small but curvy redhead, with small breasts. And whereas my wife was quiet and shy Lynette was very noisy and outgoing. I took many pictures of our adventures, and wrote them up in detail in my diary.

Here I would like to share some of them with you. The first story describes our very first adventure. If you enjoy these adventures let me know and I will commit some more to paper. I met Valerie a little later in life than some I guess. We are six years in our marriage and happy.

What happened still amazes me and turns me on an incredible amount. You see, I love to see my wife cumming. And she loves to cum. Although still unsure, we both agreed to what made her realize her desires. She never volunteered anything either except the time she was really drunk and she giggled about the time she was in high school and went to visit her college friend. It happened after I joined a local poker club that was just a bunch of guys who liked to wager a bit over cards.

Her body is toned and fit in all respects. She has all day to keep it looking cool and she uses her time to make it nice. She should be in jeans commercials or something. When I told her that I would be having three tables of four guys over to play cards, she was OK with it. At first I was surprised thinking that she would be pissed about having to serve this raucous bunch. Val had come so very violently one night when I told her a story as I fucked her of how some young lady had been fucked and fucked, over and over by a group of men.

I suggested to her that if she would like to suck some new cock she would be welcome to and that I would tape it from an camera hidden in the high corner shelf of our bedroom. Again, I was surprised to see my wife readily agree. Her electric blue panties were barely covered and she sometimes she pulled down at her skirt in nervousness. As she served everyone, I kept asking her if she was ready for the time of her life.

She would just nod, look me in the eyes and kiss me hard. The game of poker went on in our dining room for an hour before I realized that my wife was missing. When I looked up again, she was striding in from the other end of the house with a smile on her lovely face and a couple of very wet spots on her top that looked like cum stains to me. When she kissed me I definitely noticed a musky odour and taste about her breath and tongue. It was enough that I mentioned to her that I thought she should be enjoying herself and asked if she had sucked off somebody.

She admitted her actions right away. He came all over me before I even realized he was so hot. I acknowledged her cummy top. She disappeared into the other room just as Ken stood up to go to the washroom.

Minutes later he came back and Val emerged a little worse for the wear but still holding her head high. She came over to me again and whispered into my ear that he had spermed her but she needed more. I was way too late. Valerie followed Jake into the other rooms. I busied myself with stuff in the kitchen, which is on the way to the bathroom and bedrooms.

Very soon I could hear noises. Thumping and moans came from our room. I listened for a short time going crazy to see how Val was taking it all. Soon the noises stopped. Within a minute Jake walked by, winking at me, then Val arrived smiling before she kissed me in the kitchen.

He just walked right in told me to suck his big wang. I had both hands on his cock and my mouth stuck on the top! Fuck I wanted more of it than I could touch! I was feeling her wet cunt as she spoke. She was thrusting her pussy forward now as I shoved my fingers in her sopping body. I love hard cock. That fucker made me so wet. Oh God I love you and your fingers. I was just withdrawing my hand from her wet crotch when Jake came in from the card room.

Val whispered to me again. Do you mind at all honey? She knew that their fucking her would only excite me and make me horny. I led Valerie into the dining room and held up her hand in front of everyone. Whoever wins the most in chips tonight gets to have Valerie for a date next week.

Instantly the table was filling with money and I made change as fast as I could but lost track of Valerie. One of the guys had brought his son Jimmy to the game. I guess Valerie thought that he was old enough for a blowjob because he was sprawled on the couch with his head thrown back and she was laying some serious loving on his ample pipe.

Once I found her I went away quickly to find my Pentax camera. I just had to have a shot of my lovely wife gobbling cock the way she does so well.

I was only gone for a minute and quickly framed up her slurping face. It looked like they were both very much into it so I started shooting. Val pulled his cock out momentarily and smiled brightly for the camera posing beside his pole. Val tried to stuff his jerking cock back in her mouth but he was moving a lot and all she could do was jerk him off and try to kiss the top as it splashed come on her face.

He kept coming and coming until finally she swooped down and swallowed his cock deeply as his come squished around her lips and dripped off her chin. Almost immediately someone shooed Jimmy out of the way and replaced him on the couch. Val just shrugged her shoulders and grabbed the next hard cock.

She then licked the goo off his cock with lascivious glee and added slurpy suck motions for affect. The next I saw of her she was coming out of our bedroom again. She smiled at me demurely but I could see that she had been having the time she was looking for.

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