This will be the first in a series of installments chronicling the adventures of Dedrick and Bridgette “Wanda Woman” Harris. If demand is there, I’ll definitely go deeper into their story. I hope you enjoy!
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It wakes him up every morning at 4am. But, unlike an alarm clock, he can’t continue to hit snooze for thirty additional minutes. For once he is aware of it, sleeping through it is not an option. He had once more, been awakened by a throbbing, raging, and massive hard on.
A viagra user would kill to get a stiffy like this; and he himself took no sexual aids of any kind. He exercised, ate good, did his kegels, and limited his alcohol; but, the thing that normally sent blood rushing down to his cock to get it into its current state, was the beautiful round chocolate ass sleeping next to him in all of its naked, uncovered glory; the booty belonging to his wife Bridgette.
He and Bridgette had met in the strip club fifteen years ago where she worked under the name Wanda Woman, The Black Amazon.
They were both in college at the time; he, Dedrick Harris, had attended the larger, more prestigious private university on an academic scholarship. The 5’11 Bridgette Wanda Wilson had a full ride to the local HBCU; or, Historically Black College and University, on a basketball scholarship.
He slips up behind his snoring wife; takes his lubed fingers and slowly rubs the lips of her cunt as she begins to lightly twitch and come alive.
He easily inserts his nine inch cock inside of her tight, yet welcoming opening. She hums with loving approval as he slowly works his way in and out. She loves when he takes his time in her pussy; she also knew that this type of rhythm wouldn’t last long with Dedrick.
Dedrick knew her body as well as he knew his own name. He knew that as long as he could, he had to resist the urge to, beat the pussy up. Ironically though, the very reason why he had to take it slow with Bridgette was so that she could have a fairly spectacular orgasm; but, that fairly spectacular orgasm was what drove him insane with lust, and caused him to beat the pussy up in the first place!
Bridgette was an anomaly to him because she could do what he has never witnessed another woman do. She could produce the longest, most intense, most vocal orgasm ever! And, it wasn’t a series of shorter, consecutive ones that appeared to mimic one much longer one; it was actually one long and continuous climax, and her entire body participated in it willingly.
Dedrick furiously picks up the pace, and really starts to pound away at her pink pleasure center. He wraps his arm around her throat and lightly restricts her ability to breathe; this further intensifies her already over the top nut.
He then whispers into her ear, “make me cum baby. Make me cum hard.”
He relaxed his grip so that she could speak, and then, these words flowed breathlessly out of her mouth, “Fuck this black pussy daddy! Fuck me with that big juicy white dick!”
She only needed to say it once and after hearing those words, Dedrick squirted as hard as he could into his wife’s honeypot. He yelled, cursed, and at one point, he sounded like he was crying. His entire body quivered and shook as if he was naked in a sub zero temperature meat locker.
His nut didn’t last as long as Bridgette’s did, but, in terms of intensity, they mirrored each other to a tee. It was now 5am; Dedricks now rapidly softening dick struggled to remain inside of his favorite spot. He held her as if trying to keep her from floating into the stratosphere.
They both needed to get up, get dressed, and get to their respective places of employment; but Dedrick wasn’t quite ready to relent.
For Dedrick still resided in fantasy land.
In reality, Dedrick wasn’t white. Dedrick liked to fantasize and role play about being a random white man fucking Dedrick’s beautiful ebony wife; he did sport a decent black cock, but the idea of that cock being white and fucking his black queen was for him, the ultimate rush.
He still couldn’t believe how this came about to begin with.
For shits and giggles, on a hot summer night about three years ago, He and Bridgette googled free black porn. Once they found the site of their choice and clicked it up, what met them at the top of the page was a litany of Images of young black, well endowed men who were using those endowments to absolutely drill mature, and very elegant appearing white women while their husbands looked on! Holy fuck! Was this for real?
“These have got to be actors! I mean, who would sit there and watch another man fuck his wife? I mean, dude is just laying next to her holding her hand and kissing her while this cat sticks ten inches of dick in her!” Bridgette said.
“Well, it says in the tags that they are amateurs. So maybe it is real.” Dedrick said in reply.
She turned and looked at her husband quizzically. “Could you,.... Could you watch me? Could you watch another man have sex with me?” Then before he could answer, she switched gears and approached it from a different angle. “In other words......” she said somewhat seductively, “could you watch another man slide his massive dick in and out of my pussy while I held your hand and constantly reassured you that I love you?” She asked him while she gripped his hand, and gently rubbed his arm.
He couldn’t explain in words what was happening to him at this moment; hither to, he had never once considered anything so bizarre; so, violating. He also couldn’t understand why such an idea, which should’ve immediately turned him completely off, was having an opposite effect.
But, he still didn’t get a chance to answer.
A new video caught their attention; only this time, it wasn’t amateurs, but rather professional adult film actors. This time, it was a flick that featured Angel Kelly, one of the most famous black female stars of her day; and the legendary white actor Peter North. The time appeared to be the early 90s, and the caption at the top of the page said, “vintage interracial.”
“Damn! White boy is working with a monster! He’s going to cripple that sister with all of that dick!” Bridgette yelled.
“She seems to be handling him just fine.” Dedrick replied as he stared intently at the screen as Peter went balls deep into Angel as she hiked her legs toward the ceiling to receive him.
“Ok! That white boy can get it! I’d definitely fuck him!” Bridgette said.
By this point, Dedrick was beside himself with lust. Bridgette had pulled off her panties as he dispensed with his underwear. She was like a running faucet, while he was steel beam; there was no need for foreplay; the movie had provided all that they needed.
“Wait!” She said as he readied himself to enter her. “Pretend that you’re Peter North. I’ll be Angel Kelly.” She said to him.
The idea both intrigued and excited him. But he altered it slightly.
“I’ll be Peter North; but why don’t you be Bridgette Harris whose loving and supportive husband is sitting right beside you, taking it all in.”
She laughs, “if you’re Peter North, then I’ll be the one, taking it all in.”
The best laid plans.
For as he begins to fuck her, and she begins to chant, “fuck me peter! Give me that big fat white dick right up my black pussy,” “Peter” falters, and quickly blows his load. This would have been bad in the sense that he had left her hanging; but since she was already in a heightened state of arousal, she quickly followed suit with her own satisfying climax.
“Fuck! I don’t think I’ve ever nutted that hard before!” Dedrick declared, as he tried to gather his wits and his breath.
“Yeah. What was that about? You’re normally good for at least thirty minutes to an hour in the saddle.” Bridgette said to him. “Did that turn you on that much? Or..”
“Or what?”
“Are you turning into a minute man?” She said with a laugh.
“Not on your life! But That shit fucked me up! And now, I feel like a fucking weirdo.”
“No reason for you to feel that way honey. It’s only harmless role play.”
