Big Black Cock
I married a black woman. Diane was the first and only black girl I'd dated, and I was the first and only white guy for her. But we really click and work well together as a couple.
We love to do the same things and we have a great sex life.
Which doesn't mean that there aren't times when she's just not in the mood. That's OK. But another thing that makes her great is that she still helps me out with a handjob. Even when she's tired and drifting off to sleep she'll still do it.
Those times when she isn't in the mood she knows I have needs so she'll lie with her head on my chest and stroke my balls to warm me up. She always says sexy things to help out too, initially things like, "You have such a beautiful cock."
She likes my cock. Mostly she likes that it's mine. But she also likes that it's big. It's as big as any of her previous lovers'. And yes I know that all those previous cocks were black. Statistically speaking, the average black penis is only slightly larger than the average white penis. I don't know about the outliers. Nevertheless, she is one of the one percent of women who really likes big ones - and I've got a big one at eight inches. That's more than ninety-five percent of all men. I'm proud of my cock and totally appreciate why she would want me to have a big one. In reality, what I don't get is the eighty percent of women who just don't care.
I think about it like this: I know that most guys like big tits, but I'm one of those guys who just doesn't care. Wouldn't most guys want a pretty woman no matter the size of her breasts? Even though I'm really just like those size indifferent women I still don't get them. I just think a bigger cock is better while at the same time big boobs are no better or worse than small ones. I've seen plenty of small titted porn stars, but never a small dicked one. I know, I know, I'm one big contradiction.
She also likes that my cock is white. She calls it pink. For her it was a novelty at first, then she liked that she could see more details on lighter skin.
Another thing about my cock she likes is that I'm uncircumcised. She loves seeing the clear rim of my head at all times.
Lastly, she likes how quickly it grows and how hard it gets. From the instant I get excited till the moment I'm fully hard takes just a second. I truly do 'pop' a boner. And when I'm hard the skin is pulled taut and tight the whole time - right until I shoot then shrink equally fast.
In the beginning, when she was gonna help me out she would stroke me leisurely, building up to a crescendo until her hand got tired. While she was doing that I would run my hands all over her body, especially cupping her perfect ass cheeks. And just maybe reaching into the crack.
If I wanted it to last a long time I might massage any sore muscles she had as she lay next to me. I might massage her scalp too, pretending that I was gonna push her head down to suck me off. She does suck me regularly, but we're talking about the times when she's not in the mood.
Once her hand got tired she would simply touch my nipple with her index finger and dreamily say, "Your turn." That was my cue to take over jerking myself.
While I jerked she would tickle my balls and pinch my nipples. She'd say things like, "I wanna see you shoot your cum." I love to shoot my cum for her. Sometimes it dribbles out, sometimes it shoots on my hand, mostly it shoots on my belly, and rarely it flies up in the air only to land on my chest, or my face, or hers.
It's not good when it lands on her face. Remember, these are the times she's not in the mood. When she's in the mood she'll swallow, or even rub some on her nipples, but mostly wants it deep in her pink pussy.
When I would be jerking off and getting close she'd say things like, "Cum on my face. I want you to shoot it in my mouth." She wouldn't mean it, and I knew it. It's just a little artifice we'd engage in. If it actually lands on her face when she's not revved up it grosses her out.
She's gotten really good at dirty talk, even if it is play acting. And the more we've done it the more automatic her words would come out. After a few years of marriage she could spew out a litany of filthy encouraging words without even thinking about it.
By this time in our journey she would get carried away with the talking, occasionally forgetting herself. Then things might slip out like "Your big black cock is the best. Jerk it for me. Make it shoot." These were just the words of a woman who'd only ever experienced black cocks before mine.
The first time when she messed up she caught herself, "Tug that black beast." Then, "Oops, I mean pink beast." I had to admit that the words "pink beast" just didn't have the same power, so I told her. In fact, I said calling it a black beast even though it wasn't true, was preferable to calling it a pink beast which lacked sex appeal.
The mental pictures were more important than the accuracy. She decided that I had an honorary black cock because it had been in her black pussy so many times.
And I never once worried that she didn't crave my big white cock, or that she wanted to go back to black. She flat out told me she'd never touch another black cock again - other than mine. She made it a promise, not that I'd asked.
We would both always look forward to my climax and at the moment when we were anticipating my orgasm she might say, "Jerk that cock faster. Make the cum fly right into your mouth." And if she slipped in a sleepy moment it might have been, "Jerk that ebony pole faster. Make it fly right into your mouth."
When I was jerking myself and listening to her talk about jerking big black cocks, images would form in my mind. In our shared self-subterfuge I imagined my hand on my big black cock jerking on it until it came.
I thought of gobs of white cum shooting from my ebony tip landing on my pale belly or even flying into my mouth as she had said.
Occasionally I joined in the contrivance. I'd add my commentary for her to hear, "I'm jerking my big black cock and I'm gonna shoot in my mouth."
More and more she only talked of black cocks and more and more I only pictured my cock being black. It was, I suppose, an evolution of the illusion.
The more I took part, the more my words replaced hers. Just about every time I'd be sharing stuff like, "This big black cock feels so good in my hand."
We both realized what had happened but didn't speak of the shift. Until one day just when my orgasm was seconds past and my shrunken dick was still leaking post orgasmic cum, she asked in an half-coherent drowsy haze, "Would you ever jerk a big black cock. No, I mean not yours. Not that yours isn't big. I'm just curious. If it were a big black cock here, another man's big black cock, would you jerk it?"
I'd been masturbating to images of me jerking my big black cock for a couple years now. The thought was hardly foreign anymore. Really it was hot as fuck.
I just answered, "Yea, I would." She didn't hate me. She didn't rush right out to call an ex boyfriend over. She smiled as she drifted off to sleep, "Just curious."
After that the dirty words we chose gradually changed again. Instead of jerking "that" big black cock, the talk shifted so that one day she was fingering my balls and said, "Come on jerk it baby. Jerk his big black cock. Our friend wants to cum on you."
