



                              The Perfect Couple


                                      by
 

                                   Peter Pan




               part 3                              The Wedding




 After the news that my divorce would be final in two months time,
our lives were focused on preparing for Jane and myself to marry.
However, we had now committed both our lives to Jane's total sexual
subservience to black men, and those needs must come before ours.
This was not a problem, as Mr Okembo had insisted we marry to
provide the long term security for our dedication to make Jane the
most blacked-fucked white woman in history. Already she was fucking
all twelve black Nigerian students living at our large house in the
centre of the black community in Birmingham at least twice daily.
She slept with each pair of boys on six nights of the week, with
Saturday reserved for the inevitable gangbang after a night out at
the black-only caribbean club where they met the men from the gymn
which Jane attended daily, and a number of black neighbours who all
knew that Jane was now a whore to black cocks. The students took
great care that Jame caught no sexual diseases. Yes, she was on the
pi ll so that she would only produce white off-spring to continue
the family's subjugation to black males, but they themselves fucked
nobody else but Jane. Other black men who fucked her were asked to
dedicate themselves to her, or either wear condoms or provide
certificates. Many decided to restrict their fucking to Jane as she
never refused anyone or any request, and where else would they get
the opportunity to act out every one of their fantasies with the
most beautiful girl imaginable who had the whitest of skins,
strawberry blonde hair and an almost hairless pussy and ass which
could accomodate any size cock - so long as it was black!

 The wedding date was set for the first saturday following the end
of the university year, just prior to the summer break. The first
four students to join us, Paul, Jacob, Sam and James would be moving
on and taking up positions in one of Mr Okembo's many enterprises,
and we would miss them - particularly Jane who was really converted
into total black sex by these four boys. However, four new black
young studs would be replacing them, and they would be visiting on
special occasions. Indeed, any time they wanted to return, they
would find a beautiful, white, warm woman eager to receive their
hard, black cocks into any orifice they chose!

 Naturally, Mr Okembo made all the arrangements, at no
inconsiderable cost. This was not just going to be another wedding,
this was going to be a day to go down in history. There would be two
ceremonies, one for Jane to marry me, and one for her to formalise
her life of black sex! Of course, to Mr Okembo and his young
stallions, the second ceremony was by far the most important, yet
did not carry the same weight without the first. So far, I had
allowed my girlfriend to fuck other men. Ok, it was very unusual for
a young white girl to fuck so mamy men and as often as Jane did, but
she was single and had no formal ties to me. As my wife, the picture
was very different. I would be sacrificing my christian right of
sole use of her body, and she would be deliberately breaking her
marriage vows. It would be our ultimate gift to them, an expression
of their absolute power over us.

 We had only met Mr Okembo the once, although his influence was
omnipresent with his students following his teachings and way of
life. Jane was given no choice in her sex life, she must obey any
one of the twelve young black men staying in our house. Although she
was required to fuck at any time with whoever they commanded, this
was not a problem, for Jane loved the life. She was thrilled to be
ordered to take part in any form or sex, no matter how base or
degrading. Apart from myself ( which was now a very rare treat ) she
rarely fucked less than three men at one time, never any colour
other than black, and was always ready for more. Sometimes they
would decide to concentrate on oral sex for the evening. This meant
that Jane would crawl on hands and knees to each one in turn, taking
his cock in her small white hands and lovingly lick along the
smooth, hard black shaft. After ten minutes or so of preparation,
she would move her mouth over the helmet and slowly take the
glistening cock into her throat, sliding up and down, each time
taking more and more of the black wand into her mouth until her chin
rested against the boy's testicles. Usually only ten more minutes of
this treatment was enough to brink him to the brink, when she would
empty her mouth and draw her tongue slowly back down the shaft,
stopping for a little while to take first one then the other black
sac imto her mouth, before continuing down and then up to his ass.
Here her tongue used to caress that black/brown noisette ,
moistening it before the tip entered the ass. Boy, can she rim an
asshole! Her tongue would force it's way up that shit-chute, and the
lucky guy could feel a thousand sensations going straight to his
postrate. When he was on the verge of coming, Jane would stop and
move to the next man, and start the same process. This would
continue, depending how many men were present, for hours. Finally
she would try to bring them all off at the same time, shooting their
cum ever her face and into her mouth, until it looked as if she was
wearing face cream, which indeed she was.

 Four weeks before the wedding, Mr Okembo flew over from Nigeria to
personally supervise events. The boys were amazed. Obviously, he
felt that this was something very, very special amd required his
guidance and organisatioal skills. The two ceremonies were to take
place in the local black area of Birmingham. The first, that of Jane
and I, would be in the local church, presided over by a black
minister. The second was to be in another church nearby. This church
had not been used for services for years, and had lately been used
as a warehouse. Unbeknown to us all, Mr Okombo had purchased it some
months ago at a knock-down price, and had proceeded to renovate and
refurbish it. By the time of the wedding, it would be ideal for the
type of ceremony he had in mind.

 The day drew nearer. On the saturday night before the wedding, all
twelve boys took Jane out for her 'hen night', the traditional
celebration of the end of the bride-to-be's freedom. Not that Jane
would be sacrificing any extra marital sex ! Far from it, she was
destined for many more black men to enjoy that wonderful, white body
of hers. I was pretty sure that this was the whole basis of the
second ceremony, but the details were being kept a secret. Jane
never usually drank much alcohol - she got her kicks from
unrestrained sex. Why did she need alcohol? However, on this night
she certainly drank more than ever before. Three large glasses of
wine before she left the house, and she started to act like a
complete slut. Normally she would obey the young men's orders, and
only when the sexual tension in her body began to build, did she
become vocal and forward in her demands. Tonight she was getting so
hot so quickly she began to demand their attention! They had dressed
her in an ultra s hort white mini-dress, almost transparent in
normal light and definitely so in the ultraviolet life which would
be in their caribbean club to where they were taking her. Low cut in
the front and plunging deeply at the back, she wore nothing beneath
it, save for a white garter belt and sheer black stockings which
contrasted sharply with her white outfit and body. Standing normally
the bottom of the dress just covered her ass and pussy. Bending
slightly from the waist or raising her arms to drape around some
black man's neck, you were able to see both with ease! She was a
walking sex fantasy, a fuck machine on legs. Clearly she would be
the centre of attraction. The lads had informed all the boys from
the gymn and the neighbours who had fucked her at some time over the
last year that she would be out celebrating tonight and every one
was invited. The club had been booked as a private party, and apart
from Jane, all would be male - and black!! I, of course, could not
attend, but had to st ay at home and await her return. They promised
to record the whole night's events on video camera, something they
surprisingly had not done before, and I would have the rare honour
of sleeping with her tonight. Jane was quite obviously slightly
drunk and ever so turned on when she left the house. She was kissing
each boy in turn, forcing her tongue deep into his mouth, and at the
same time trying to open his flies to release that beautiful black
snake that she desired so very much. The boys were laughing at this
behaviour.'Wait until later, Jane, and you will have more black cock
tonight than you ever dreamed about. With that, they picked her up,
giving my a marvellous view of everythimg between her legs and which
must be a view which would be on continuous display all night, and
carried her into the night. At 4 am next morning, I was woken by a
very drunk Jane climbing into my bed. 'Please, John, I've had the
most fantastic night I could ever know, and I need you to make it
complete b y licking me clean of all the black men's cum which has
been dumped into and onto my body.' I flicked on the bedside light
and studied the state of my girl. She was covered in cum. It was so
thick on her face that it was dripping onto her breasts, with one
eye completly closed and the other partly. Her hair was spattered
with white gluey globs, and cum formed a pool in her navel. Sperm
was literally running out or her cunt and ass, down her legs and
into the shoes she was still wearing. They must have carried her
into the bedroom to keep so much cum in her holes. What pubic hair
she had was absolutely matted, and her two holes were gaping wide
open.'How many black men have you fucked? 'I asked?' 'It must have
been well over thirty' she replied, still very amorous,' but don't
talk now, just lick!' It took me probably twenty minutes to clean
her up, but was rewarded by the best blow job she had ever given me.
We quickly fell asleep, but next morning I learned no more details
about the ev ening. I would see the video after the wedding. I could
hardly wait!

The Wedding

Tradition says it is bad luck to see your bride on the eve of the
wedding, so I booked into an hotel on the night before. In the
morning I dressed in a smart morning suit with top hat and tails,
downed a rather large whisky and left for church. Paul had agreed to
be the best man (a rather appropiate name )and together we entered
the small local church. It was quite apparent which ceremony Mr
Okembo and his boys valued. They weren't present! Neither were the
members of the gymn, nor my all- black staff from work, nor those
lucky black guys who had attended her gangbang hen night. Present
were a few locals from the neighbourhood, probably intrigued by the
wedding of a white couple in an all-black neighbourhood. Suddenly,
the organ which had been playing ordinary church music, stopped, and
began playing the wedding march. The few people in the church rose
and my bride entered the church. I resisted the temptation to turn
around, and soon she was standing beside me. I turned and took a bre
ath. There she stood on the arm of Mr Okembo. He had come after all.
Who else could give her away? Of course! He would want to witness my
complete humiliation! . She was stunning. Wearing a long full
traditional white wedding gown, with a white veil and matching long
white gloves, she was the most beautiful creature on this earth. I
had not known what to expect, but thought there must be some element
to link the two ceremonies and to emphasise our total obedience to
black men. I was soon to find out what that link was! As I drew back
her veil I could see spots of what looked like come on her face and
in her hair. Not like the night of her hen night; more subtle, but
definitely noticeable at close quarters. I also noticed a a small
puddle resting in the deep cleavage of her breasts. Incredibly the
Priest seemed not to notice, perhaps because it was quite dark
inside the church or because he was so short sighted. Either way, he
just continued with the service without faltering. Jane leant over
to me and whispered 'Do you like my face make-up? Yes, it is what
you think it is, and I've also got it running out of my ass and
pussy all down my legs. The've been fucking me all morning since I
put on my gown! But don't worry. It is all on video!

 I looked at Mr Okembo, who just grinned and nodded. My prick
immediately began to stiffen, imagining the events of the morning,
and I concentrated on the rest of the ceremony with great
difficulty. The service was simple, concluding with the recital of
our vows, which in Jane's case would be very shortly broken a
hundredfold, and the exchange of rings. We were pronounced man and
wife! I proudly lead my bride down the aisle, ignoring the
incredulous looks of those in the pews who had GOOD eyesight and who
could now clearly see what was coating her face and breasts! All the
way from the hotel , I had been accompanied by a photographer and a
guy with a very sophisticated video recorder. They had been busy
during the wedding and were still with us. In fact there were two
videos, as one had also been following Jane's progress. What a time
he must have had! After only a couple of shots of us together, Jane
and I headed for the white stretch-limo which was waiting for us at
the exit to the c hurch. Mr Okembo and Paul disappeared. We entered
the car at one end, the photographer and one of the video men
stepped into the other end. The black chauffeur flashed us a broad
grin, and drove slowly to our next destination.' Oh John, clean me
up' cried Jane. I began to lick he face and neck as the video
recorded and the camera flashed. When that task was completed, I
raised the gown above her waist. The flashes came more quickly! What
a sight! The cum by now had started to dry and her legs were covered
with a white screed, but her pussy and asshole was still full of
white cream! I set to my task with gusto. Soon I had cleaned her
legs and begun to drink that heady combination of pussy juice and
male cum. My favourite drink! I had just finished when we arrived at
the second church. This was it, the big event!!

 I took Jane's arm, and she gave my hand a gentle squeeze and
smiled. 'This is it' she said 'I am so excited.' We walked up the
drive to the old chuch and entered into the nave. As we entered an
organ started the bridal march and I proudly led my bride up the
aisle. This part had been explained to me. I knew the procedure, but
not the details. Just as I had been given my bride by Mr Okembo on
behalf of the bride's father, now I was to give her back to the
black male race! And as I looked around, most of it appeared to be
here, all standing on the brides side of the church! Nobody was
standing on the grooms side! They were all there! THe twelve black
students, the black lads from the gymn, the other back members of
Jane's hen night gangbang, all the members of my black staff from
work, and those Nigerians who had been found property by my company
and who had enjoyed Jane's body in the process. Over 50 black men
were gazing at my sweetheart bride with undeniable lust, all dressed
in blac k dinner jackets, white shirts and black bow ties. As we
approached the front of the church, a very large black man stood
before the altar wearing a clerical collar. It was Mr Okembo!

 Silence descended on the gathering. Mr Okembo took centre stage.'
Gentlemen, we are gathered today to witness this young white couple
make their vows to us black men, representing ALL black men, on the
way they will conduct the rest of their lives, so long as they both
shall live. They are here to pledge their lives to their complete
and utter subjucation to the black male race, and put all decisions
about those lives in our hands.'

 Turning to me, he placed my hand on a bible and said, 'John, do you
promise to give your bride Jane to each and any black man whosoever
may desire her, so that they can partake of any sexual act he may
wish, no matter how base or gross that act may be, so long as he be
free of any transmittable disease?.'

 'I do.' I replied

 'And do you agree to protect her from sexual contact with any male
other than black males, and ensure that she lives her life to the
exclusion of all females and males other than those who are black?'

 'I do.'

 'Do you promise to encourage and arrange for her days to be filled
with sexual congress with many black males simultaneously, and to
forsake any claim to her body until any black male who so wishes a
sexual union with her has been fully satisfied?'

 'I do.'

 'And do you further agree to comply with all Jane's desires with
black males and to ensure that all vows she so shall make today are
duly carried ou?'

 'I do.'

 He now turned to Jane. Placing her hand on the bible he asked '
Jane, do you agree to dedicate the rest of your life submitting to
the desires of each and any black male who is part of the Okembo
family or is an associate of the Okembo family or who has permission
from the Okembo family to partake of any sexual act, no matter how
base or gross that act may be, so long as he be free from any
transmittable disease?'

 Jane met his piercing eyes, and in a loud clear voice, replied 'I
do.'

 'Do you promise to exclude yourself from contact with all females
and all males who are not black, save for your husband who's desires
will only be met when those of any black male in your presence has
been fully satisfied ?'

 'I do.' 

 Do you promise to have sexual unions with many black males on a
daily basis and to make all bodily orifices, hands and other parts
of your body always available for simultaneous gratification of
those black males who may be present?'

 'I do.'

 'Do you promise you promise to remain naked at all times that you
are in the presence of all black male company, save for white
garters, stockings and shoes which from now om will become your
standard dress code. And do you further promise to renounce the
wearing of any underwear except that forso mentioned, and to wear
the absolute minimum of outer clothing in public, ensuring your
sexual organs are always on sight and available to the touch of any
black male who so desires?'  

 'I do.'

 'And do you agree to be photographed, filmed or recorded in any and
every type of sexual act with black men and for that record to be
published or posted in any form of the media?'

 'I do'


' Then I pronounce that you are now both the property of the Okembo
tribe and for the rest of your lives, Jane will  commit herself to
become a white slave, dedicated to satisfying each and every black
male that myself and my growing band of tribesmen give permissiom to
have sex with.'Mr Okembo turned to me. 'John, remove her gown.' I
did as I was commanded, and her beautiful white naked body was
revealed for all to see.

 Jane, who had clearly been rehearsed, sank to her knees, undid Mr
Okembo's flies and extracted his huge black cock. In front of all
the black audience, she proceeded to deliver such a powerful suction
to his cock, at the same time deep throating the massive weapon,
that within ten minutes, the master himself was coming! All this
time, the cameras were recording it all for posterity. 

 Jane rose from her knees and turned around, the organ started up
with the Trumpet Voluntary, and Jane walked proudly down the aisle
,naked except for her white stockings, garters, shoes and
turned-back veil, arm in arm with Paul and Jacob,and with the other
ten black students following on behind. Many of the local black
males were in the church, but those people who just happened to be
passing by could not believe their eyes when they saw a naked white
woman coming out of church wearing a wedding veil and deeply kissing
a huge throng of black men giving her their congratulations ,and
also feeling how wet her pussy had become. Jane was on a new high.
She posed for the cameras with all the men in all tpes of positions,
somehow refraining from fucking them there and then. As the growing
crowd continued to gawp, Jane entered the white limo once again,
this time with six black men, and was whisked away to our house
which was big enough to house the reception. And what a reception!!!

 It was a rare privilege for me to witness my (now) wife being
gangfucked, and this time by more men than ever before, even
including her hen night. After a very rude buffet dinner where it
seemed most of the men wanted to eat out of her pussy, everyone got
down to some serious gangbanging. I was lightly tied to achair at
the end of the room, not that I had any thoughts of interfering or
objecting. All remaining clothes were removed, and with the cameras
still recording, one large stiff black cock after another slowly
entered my wife's body. As soon as the first one entered her body
she orgasmed, and from then on appeared to have one endless orgasm.
Her hands desperately sought black cocks, her pussy, ass, and mouth
never empty. I saw at first hand how proficient she had become in
fucking five men at once. Time and again she took them,;on her back
or on her front - it didn't matter so long as she had hard black
cocks in her mouth ,ass, pussy and one in each hand. When one cock
erupted in or on her, she shouted for more to replace them. She was
tireless. I couldn't believe her stamina. Obviously  lots of
practice had helped, but as the men shot their loads and were
replaced, Jane just kept on going.

 THe orgy continued into the early hours of the morning. By 4 am it
was over. ALL the men had come twice, some three and the odd one
four times! Such was the excitement, not many had lasted very long.
Jane had experienced the greatest fuck of all time. She was
very,very tired at the end , but triumphant in that she had
satisfied them all. At midnight they had released me, and I had
masturbated until I was raw. My final chore, as usual, was to remove
all the cum from on and inside her body. Before I had completed my
task, she was asleep.

 The next day, Mr Okembo called round and told Jane to pack. One
white mini-dress for wearing at the airport, stockings and garters
only for the trip in his private jet and for the rest of the
honeymoon in Nigeria - with Mr Okembo, the twelve current black
students, and the twenty potential black pupils finishing their
final year schooling and hoping to be one of the lucky four to come
to Birmingham next year for their further education!!

 Me? Well I was left to clear up fom the wedding party and wait for
her return fom 'honeymoon'. Still, they left me with the photos and
videos of both Jane's hen night, and our marvellous, marvellous
wedding day. And, of course, with the prospects of the most exciting
future life I could never have thought possible in my wildest
dreams!!!!!



                            THE END
