

Subject: Hold on tight!

 By Marc&Mary&Daryl on Monday, June 19, 2000 - 04:51 pm:

 Mary and I are a bit different, as couples go. . But then,
so are you if you are here and reading my experience.

 Like so many of these adventures, it began innocently
enough. I made a great new friend while away at graduate
school. Daryl was one of the few black friends I have known
and we often served together in project teams. We liked each
other and we enjoyed working together in school. Whenever we
were assigned to meet in a different city, Daryl and I made
sure to room together, organizing the details of our trip
(who would bring the cheeb, etc...) When I got a shot at
fucking this hot little bitch in the class behind us, Daryl
was cool enough to give up the room for the night, no
questions asked so that I could fuck her good.

Over the three years that we were in graduate school, we
truly became like brothers, even though Daryl is black and I
am white.

Often I would talk about my good friend Daryl with Mary, my
wonderful wife of 10 years, when I got home from a graduate
school session. She often suggested that we invite him out
to the left coast to visit, since he was obviously such a
great friend. So I surprised Daryl with a round trip ticket,
effectively ending his string of excuses for not visiting.
On the phone, Daryl confided to me that his marriage of 7
years was ending, so the trip would be a good distraction
from thesadness in his life.

I had never told Mary what Daryl looked like. I always
reported on the fun things that we did wherever we traveled
in grad school, but didn't describe him. Daryl, who is a
quarter Cherokee and three quarters black, is a strikingly
handsome black man, about 6 foot three, 205 pounds. He would
often joke that the stereotype about black men did not fit
him even though he is a lanky, tall man.

So Mary was more than a little astonished when Daryl arrived
and turned out to be a strapping and handsome man rather
than a little Nigerian dude with thick glasses that she must
have expected. Daryl had heard a lot about Mary and, being a
gentleman, brought her a rose. Ever a romantic, this just
about made her melt on the spot.

Now, you have to understand that my buddy Daryl is a
compadre. He knew far more about my wife from our casual
conversations than Mary knew about him. And Daryl knew that
I had thoroughly enjoyed inseminating a classmate, so he
knew I wasn't particularly faithful to Mary He also knew
that I thought that she was pretty `repressed' in her
sexuality. He also knew from the pictures that I shared that
she is beautiful, lithe, five feet nine inches tall, just
120 pounds with a beautiful body that just made for fucking.

We spent three days of the one week stay just becoming good
friends showing Daryl the sights of Seattle and the great
Pacific Northwest. Normally, Mary is slow to warm to new
people, but Daryl is very funny and seemed to win her over
quickly with his sense of humor as he had done so well in
our class.

On night three, we stayed over at a bed and breakfast and
all shared a room, sorta like grad school, only with Mary
there too. Why not save the dough since we would be hanging
in the same room anyway, we figured. So we got a double bed
cabin out on the point. It was all going nicely and I didn't
notice the slightest sexual overtones until it was time for
bed. Mary, who is really pretty reserved about these things,
came to bed wearing a cotton nightie that ended at mid
thigh, with nothing on underneath. It was easy to see her
tan little nipples and the stripe of fur that graced her
beautiful mons. She didn't seem the slightest bit unnerved
about it as she crossed the room, opened the window a crack,
and then came to bed. It was exactly as if we were at home,
alone. But I could see Daryls gaze follow her across the
room like a good dog on point. I knew in that moment that
there was a possibility that everything could change.

The next day, we drove out to the ocean, but the
sight-seeing was really done at this point. There was this
sexual thing hanging in the air between us all and you could
just feel it. So I suggested that we get some great fresh
seafood when we got to our next nights destination, some
good wine, and cook in our room that night. Just kick back
and relax. It was a favorite place to stay, so we knew how
to make it a really comfortable evening. Besides, the owners
of this bed & breakfast usually just left us alone out on
the point in our own cabin. It didn't surprise me that Mary
and Daryl readily agreed when I `innocently' suggested a
break from the sight-seeing routine. Now I knew that
everything was going to change!

I bought a magnum of good merlot, Marys favorite, and some
ingredients for a seafood stew. I knew that I would have to
get her a little loosened up to fuck my buddy without
reservation or inhibition and I wanted that. Hell, maybe he
would need some wine too as Daryl is a pretty respectful guy
who isn't inclined to do his friends wife just because. By
now, I was totally cool with whatever happened.

By the time dinner was cleared off into the sink, we were
all pretty happy with a good merlot buzz working its magic.
Daryl was really funny and we all had several big laughs,
which put us at ease and bound us together at the same time.
I did the dinner and cleanup on purpose so that Daryl and
Mary were forced to entertain each other without me present.
Mary was opening up, but I knew there was a critical point
ahead: my approval. Mary would never follow her impulses
recklessly and I knew that in her mind, this was just a
little innocent fun an sex was still a fantasy- a million
miles away. But Daryl was hip. With just a look, he knew
that I wanted him to go for it.

"Honey, this is the most fun I ve seen you have in a long
time!" I exclaimed as I brought the wine around again. "Its
Daryl. He's too much!" she answered, laughing recklessly.
Mary didn't seem to notice my agreement, letting me know
that she was just drunk enough to nudge over the line. I
proposed a toast to my best friends Daryl and Mary and I
underscored it with a little acknowledgment of just how
pleased that I was that they had become close too. The
solemnity of the moment was too much. We all just busted out
laughing. Seeing that the serious route wasn't going to
work, I said to Daryl that Mary was unfamiliar with black
men and had wondered for a long time if the myths were
true... Daryl was about to go into his `you couldn't prove
it by me' routine when I cut him off by telling him to "shut
the fuck up and give her a gaddamn peek, dammit". "Yeah!"
Mary echoes with exaggerated bravado.

 Daryl stands up and with a great and exaggerated fanfare
whips his shorts down and back up like a high speed clown
act. "Either it was too small or too fast for me to see it."
Mary complained, taunting Daryl with her mocking humor. "I
saw it!" I said "You're just too drunk to see it!" I
responded. "No, I'm not!..." She responded with a pout.

"Okay, okay, Daryl, come on. Might as well get this over. Go
a little slower this time. And Mary, get closer and look
harder, you might just see something that you like there..."
Daryl now goes into a comic slow motion act. Ever so slowly
pulling down the front of his shorts as Mary slides down the
couch to get a closer look. First his curly patch appears.
Mary whispers `gads' noticing- and enjoying- a difference
already. I moved in behind her, knowing that my
encouragements were going to make a difference any second
now.


 The base of his restrained cock, half hard, slowly came
into view. It was thick and very dark, with a couple of
prominent veins running down it. I whispered "Oh my god!" in
her ear for her, demonstrating my empathy for the moment.
Daryl was going to make this hurt, so he continued his slow
motion routine, taking maybe 30 seconds to pull the elastic
down enough to free his fat, semi-erect, 8 inch cock. When
it was totally free, Mary looked at me with comic
astonishment, as if to continue the rollicking good humor of
just a few minutes earlier. But as her look met my eyes she
discovered my expression was dead serious as I gazed back at
my darling wife. "Would you like to taste that, honey? Would
you like some of that?" I asked as lovingly as possible. She
looked down, and, after a moment, sheepishly nodded her
head. I just took her by the shoulders and squared her to my
face and told her that I would love to share her with Daryl
tonight and that it would give me great pleasure to see her
breed to him if she wanted to. "Breed to him" is what did
the trick. That was our couple shorthand for `no condom
fucking'.

There was a moment of silence that seemed to last for
minutes. "Daryl?" I said. Without a word, Daryl encircled
the base of his cock and brought it slowly up towards Marys
face. In the exact same moment, Mary leaned forward and took
just the head into her mouth. She seemed to savor that for a
moment- the taste of this taboo man. She slowly sucked him,
obviously imbuing this blowjob with a great expression of
woership and adoration. Silently, I thanked God and the
Merlot and quietly praised her progress in her ear, noting
all of the subtlty and adoration as she worshipped this
black lance.

By small degrees, Mary took Daryls hardening cock down her
throat until her pretty red lips were buried in his curly
thatch. Daryl could hardly contain himself and even withdrew
for a moment right then. I asked what was wrong and Daryl
said that he couldn't help it- he hadn't had sex in a while
and he would blow without much stimulation. "Is that a
problem, honey?" I asked Mary. She shook her head, giving
the facial expression of `of course not' though she had
never swallowed me before. She turned to worship again,
shamelessly and without inhibition. This time, it was Mary
who tortured Daryl with slow motion. Her mouth fell down the
shaft, slowly, it sucked back along its hard length. In
about three minutes, Daryl shook convulsively and came hard
in Marys mouth. She carefully cradled his balls and
purposefully drank him, all the while getting my gentle
encouragement.

When done, we all looked at each other and busted out
laughing again. I openly accused Daryl of being the "three
pump chump" that I always knew he was. I also called him on
lying to me about his cock size. Now I had challenged his
manhood. In a second, we simply stripped Mary and tossed her
on the bed where she laid exposed to us both. The lips of
her perfect white sex glistened, obvious even from where we
stood. "You.... I.... are going to enjoy this, man." I said
as we stripped down. "Think so?" Daryl asked as we busted up
again.

"Now Daryl, do you mind if I get a real good seat for this
show?" I asked. "Sure, why not. You bought the ticket!" he
replied. I got behind Mary again on the bed and laid her
back against me as If I were her personal recliner. I could
easily reach around and fondle her pussy and tits while
whispering gentle encouragements into her ear. Daryl, ever
the competitive athlete got a more serious expression on his
face as he stood before us stroking his cock and gazing at
Marys soft, warm prize. I could feel the blood burning in
his steely gaze. I encouraged Mary to look at that fat black
cock and imagine it being fed into her womb. With every
suggestion, Mary squirmed and raised her hips towards him a
little as if to feel the sensations I was describing. Her
rapid breathing echoed in my chest. I could feel her heart
racing.

Like a good black man, Daryl let the anticipation build. A
couple of times, he bent forward and felt her sex with his
fingertips and withdrew to rub the glistening sex juices
along the length of his cock as Mary watched, moaning lowly.


Finally, Daryl lowered himself towards my wife. In
anticipation, she wrapped her arms behind her head hugging
my neck, pulling me close. I reached both hands around and
gently spread her soaked outer labia for my friend as he
entered her. First the head. I could feel it splay her lips
and swell the sex garishly as I withdrew my hands to her
nipples and began a rhythmical message and gazed transfixed
at this union of black and white.

My proud Mary was lost to reason from that moment on. She
made low, guttural noises that I had never heard before as
he slid deeper and deeper into her. Finally he was buried in
her. We all just froze for a moment, hovering, perhaps to
absorb the history of this momentous occasion. I reached
around to steal a feel of her filled pussy and it was
marvelous at its accommodation of him.

Now Mary had accepted him into her body, surrendering to his
will. She reached up to Daryl and drew him close in a soul
kiss. As she did, Daryl began a delicate, gentle humping
motion, teaching his new bitch how to move with him. And
Mary was a quick study. In seconds, her knees began moving
towards her ears and she was building a little matching
stroke with him. It was the most sensual moment of my life
up to that point. To see my wife wordlessly trained in the
timeless rhythms of African breeding was the most amazing
thing I have ever witnessed. After a very long time, the
strokes became head to base and Mary was matching him
yelling strange shit and demanding fury. It was great to see
her finally, totally uninhibited- abandoned to this black
man who was breeding her with all the fury that he could
muster. And she was receiving him. She raised her hands to
his ass to learn his the subtlty of his moves and respond to
them completely- never to insinuate her own- as raised her
cunt to greet each thrust.

I alternated glances between the point of their union and
the sweating, dancing muscles on Daryls athletic back. He
was being fully athletic now, confident in his staying
power. After ten minutes or so, it build up to their first
climax together. Mary raised her body right off of me to
take his seed. I could feel her butt muscles contract
spasmodically as she came and received his seed
simultaneously in a blissful collision.

No doubt, dear reader, that you know this by now: it was the
best sex I have ever witnessed. So fully beautiful and so
completely perfect was their breeding that I was prepared to
walk away and give this man my wife on the spot.

After spending a few minutes composing ourselves in a
tangled heap, I positioned myself before Marys sex and put
in a pretty inspired show myself while Daryl watched us.
"Not bad for a white boy.." Daryl noted when I was done.

 Today, it is three years later. If you think that I
lamenting the best one night of sex imaginable, you are
quite mistaken. Daryl never went back home to New Jersey.
Instead, we decided to live as an extended family unit and
`married' each other right on the spot. Over the past two
years, Mary has born Daryl a daughter and me, a beautiful
son. We think she is carrying Daryls baby right now, as we
went through an extensive and exhilarating effort to make a
little half-black boy this time.

We are very happy as this works for us. And with the
practice, Mary has become a total and perfect breeding
slut...for just the two of us.

Could life be better?

 Marc&Mary&Daryl






