After the protest, I was held down and fucked by a black man while his wife fisted me.
My name is Sue-ann. I’m a married, white, 39 year old female living in southern California with my husband and two almost grown children who are both off in college. We live in a large home in an upper middle-class neighborhood. I’m 5’3” tall and weigh 128 pounds and have 34-C breasts. They do sag more than they did when I was young. I keep in pretty good shape by working out at the gym, mostly three times a week. My husband has a good, very well paying job, so I don’t have to work. Jerry was never all that interested in sex. When we did it, he lasted about two or three minutes in the missionary position, then rolled off and quickly fell to sleep. I had always wished that he wanted more and lasted longer. I had only had two or three orgasms in my entire life, and they were not very exciting ones. Now I have to almost beg him to fuck me. A couple times a month is all I can hope for. I watched some porn and dreamed about having the kind of sex that it always looked like the women in them were having.
I spend much of my time volunteering and trying to make the world a better place. Some of our friends call me a liberal or lib. They use the word almost like it is a cuss word.
One day I was down in center city, in front of city hall at a protest. I was holding two signs on sticks. One said “Black Lives Matter” and the other said “Reparations For All Blacks”. There must have been close to a thousand people there, and most had signs and were yelling and chanting for various liberal and anti-administration causes and waving many different signs. The news reporters were there covering it radio and TV stations. I even saw camera men from two national TV organizations. It was a good gathering.
It had been going on for a long time when a tall black man standing next to me leaned down and thanked me for supporting the cause. He said that his name was Jamal. He introduced me to his wife, Tanika. She was also a tall woman, slim with big breasts. Her skin was even darker than his and her hair was short, black and very curly. Things started to break up. Jamal gave me their phone number and said that they would like to talk to me about maybe me doing a local TV interview about how black people were treated. I thought that it would be a worthwhile thing to do. A couple days later, I called the number. She answered and invited me to come over to do some planning. I wrote down their address and agreed to go over to their place at one the next afternoon.
I dressed in my normal conservative slacks and front buttoning blouse. My bra held me firmly and modestly in place. I drove to their address. Their apartment was in a much lower middle class neighborhood. I knocked on the door and Tanika answered. She was dressed in red short shorts and a white, loose fitting cropped T-shirt that said “Let Backs Rule’ on the front. It was not a form fitting material, so it hung straight down from the ends of her big tits. I could see most of her flat, bare stomach and her big hard nipples made noticeable bumps in the front of the shirt. She invited me in. Her large breasts wobbled as she walked us into the living room. Jamal was wearing just a pair of jogging pants, no shirt. I couldn’t help notice that his chest was nicely muscled.
The living room had a couch and one chair. Jamal was sitting on the couch and Tanika moved to sit in the chair. The only place left for me to sit was on the couch next to Jamal. I sat. We talked about the cause and the possible interview for about ten minutes. I was excited about the part I was about to play in protesting the administration and promoting the black movement. They deserved both equality and equity.
Jamal then stood up and turned so he was standing in front of and facing me. “Now its time for you to show your dedication to the movement.” He hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his jogging pants and pushed them down. They dropped to the floor. He was not wearing underwear, so he was standing there, completely naked. His cock was only half hard but it was as big as my husband’s biggest ever erection. It was quickly growing as he gave it a couple of strokes. “Go ahead. Suck it and show us how you treat black men. Be a good white whore and make my black cock happy.”
I said no and leaned back as far against the back of the couch as I could, to get away from it. He slapped my face, moderately hard. At the same time, Tanika walked over, grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head forward till my lips touched the end of Jamal’s cock. His slippery pre-cum smeared over my lips. “Open your mouth, or does he have to slap you harder?” Her grip in my hair tightened till it hurt. My mouth opened and Jamal pushed half of his eight inches into my mouth. My husband was six inches when fully erect and much thinner than Jamal’s manhood. I knew that penises got even bigger, but Jamal’s was the biggest I had ever seen. “You better not scrape his cock with you teeth, ho.” He touched the back of my mouth and I gagged. They both laughed.
My husband was the only man that I had even had sex with and we only did it once or twice a month now. I had only let him talk me into giving him oral sex one time, soon after we were married. He did it till he came in my mouth. It was so gross. I ran to the sink, spit it out and rinsed my mouth over and over. I never let him do it again.
Jarome wrapped his fingers in my hair. Tanika moved her hand away. He used my hair to move my face back and forth on his big black dick. Fucking himself with my mouth. Each time, he would touch the back of my mouth and I would gag. In the mean time, Tanika pulled my slacks and panties down and off. She laughed, “Look, she’s wearing big white granny panties.” She moved her hand to my pussy and she started rubbing my clit and vaginal opening. No-one, other than myself, had touched my clit in years. It was several unpleasant minutes, but then my gagging got less severe until I stopped gagging when his cockhead pushed at the top of my throat.
He looked at Tanika and said, “She’s ready.” She started rubbing my clit more rapidly and firmly. I could feel my body start to respond. I had not had an orgasm for years. I knew one was coming. As soon as it started, he pulled me to him and forcefully thrust his shaft forward. His big black snake pushed down into my throat. He started throat fucking me with long strokes. Tears ran down my cheeks and drool ran down my chin. I pushed against his hips but could not push him away. I struggled to catch a deep breath, each time he was out enough that I could.
“Her cunt is getting real wet. She must like your black cock in her old white throat.” They laughed. Then I felt Tanika push two of her fingers deep inside me. Then she added a third, and then it was four. “Jerome, don’t come till I’m in.” I didn’t understand what she was talking about until I felt her put her thumb into her palm and start pushing her whole hand in me. As he hand got in past her upper knuckles, she curled her hand into a fist and pushed deeper. It was very painful but I couldn’t stop either of them. Tanika started fist fucking me. Her whole hand was in me, up to her wrist. She punched against my cervix. I had never felt anything like it before. It was nasty and it hurt, but I also starting to get excited. Jamal started throat fucking me with new vigor. That was when I saw that Tanika had her phone in her other hand, taking videos of me with a black man’s cock fucking my throat and her black fist in my grossly stretched pussy.
By body betrayed me. I came and came hard. I screamed around his cock. It was an amazing feeling. I had never felt anything like it. I felt his cock swell even bigger and he started to groan. Then he pulled back till he was a fraction of an inch out of my mouth. Tanika got a good video of his big load of seed flying into my mouth. I was trapped. I knew that I could not get up to go spit it out. It would be better to swallow and get it over with, than to hold his splooge in my mouth. I swallowed. Tanika opened her fist and pulled her hand out. I just lay there shocked and exhausted. My cunt was still twitching and the taste of his seed was still in my mouth.
Then they let me get redressed and sat on either side of me, on the couch and made me watch the video that Tanika had taken. It was so gross, but I also felt my pussy tingle and moisten again as I watched it. Jerome asked if they should send it to my husband. My mind took that as a threat. “No, please don’t do that.” He got up and went and got two signs. They were much like all the others except at the bottom of each one was a black spade, like on playing cards, and inside of the spade was a white letter Q. “Bring these to the next protest. They will let everyone know that you are fully involved with the movement.” What I did not know was that the symbol is called the Queen of Spades, and it is an indication that I was willing to be sexually subservient to blacks. At home I did not tell my husband what had happened. I just lay in bed and remembered the feelings I had while it happened.
A week later there was another scheduled protest. I probably would have gone anyway, but I remembered that Jerome had told me to be sure to be there and to bring the signs that he had given to me. I suspected that if I did not go, they would send the video to my husband and maybe to other people also.
The event had only been going on for less than an hour when I spotted Jerome talking to two other black men. They parted ways and the two men walked over to me. With a smile on his face, one of them said, “We like your Queen of Spades signs. Come with us.” One stood on either side of me. They each held one of my arms and they almost dragged me back away from the crowd. They took me back behind some dumpsters and stood facing me. I watched them as they unzipped their pants and took their cocks out. Neither of them was as big as Jerome, but they were both bigger than my husband. “If a black man wants you to suck his cock, do it without any hesitation. Get down on your knees and suck our black cocks. Show us how much you like obeying black men.” I hesitated and one of them pushed me to my knees. I felt the end of his cock touch my lips. I did not understand why, but my mouth promptly opened and his man meat immediately pushed into my throat. I gagged one time but that did not stop him. He started face fucking me.
The other one took my hand and put it around his shaft. He started moving my hand in a stroking motion. He took his hand away but I kept sliding my hand up and down his length. That was when I noticed Tanika standing there taking more videos of me sucking off two new black men. Jerome was standing next to her, watching. My blouse was opened and my tits were exposed. They were mauled and my nipples were pinched till it hurt. The cock in my mouth swelled and he came. His cock was in my throat, so his cum just slid down into my stomach without me hardly tasting it.
Then they switched places. I already had the second guy close with my hand, so he didn’t last long. He held his cockhead between my lips as he filled my mouth. I quickly swallowed. The two men put their dicks away. Then all four of them walked off, leaving me on my knees. I heard Jamal tell the others, “I told you that she has a pretty tight throat and that she wouldn’t fight you. She’s ready to accept black men as her masters.” Then they were gone in the crowd. I got up. My knees hurt and so did my throat. I straightened my clothes. I didn’t go back to the protest.
About an hour later, we went to bed. Jerry always slept naked. I always wore a nightgown. When I pulled the sheet back to get in bed, I saw his smaller, limp white dick lying along his leg. I briefly wondered how he would react if I bent down and sucked his cock till he came in my mouth. I pushed that thought away. I lay next to him and gently rubbed my pussy. I knew that it would not be much longer before I had a black cock between my legs. My mind pictured it being a big one. I was starting to think that this was what I had wanted all my life.
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