1983
When I met Susannah a few months before, she was a virgin and a novitiate catholic nun. She ended up leaving the church to pursue an education, a career, and a family life.
Looking back on the whole thing, I fell in love with a Catholic nun. I was also able to introduce her to the world of sex. Because I was obsessed with statistics, I immediately began logging data on her sex life since she had a clean slate. (This is something that I have kept constantly since then.)
From the time when we first met up until the time we shared our wedding vows, Susannah sucked my cock fourteen times. She swallowed my semen eleven times. We had intercourse nineteen times, all of which resulted in insemination. When it came to the topic of birth control, her choice was to leave it in God’s hands. I was more than ok with that!
Our wedding was a very small and private one. Our honeymoon was far from glorious and was at a cheap motel in St. Petersburg Beach, just a few blocks from the waterfront. On the day of our arrival, we checked in to the motel and went right to the beach. Seeing my new wife in a swimsuit was a new thrill for me as I have not seen her in one before. She wore a very modest bikini. Hovering at just five feet tall and with the body of a female soccer player, I found my new wife very sexy. The only problem was her Irish skin was pale white, so we had to be careful about being in the sun too long. We stayed on the beach and soaked up the sun for only a few hours. Around lunchtime, we decided to head back to the motel room and possibly look for someplace to eat.
As we walked back to the motel, we saw a little beach bar and decided to eat there. I ordered first and ordered a Long Island iced tea. Susie liked my choice, so she ordered one too. Keep in mind, my wife is an extremely cheap drunk. In our first few months together, she would get intoxicated over one glass of wine. (I still say that is how I was able to get into her pants.) When the drinks came, she took a sip and scoffed because she thought it was “regular” iced tea. I told her to just enjoy it and that it would get easier after the first few sips. Our food took forever, and by the time it arrived, we were both on our second drink. My wife was sitting on a stool at the bar and began spinning around the like a little kid. I laughed and knew she was already quite inebriated. When the food finally arrived, she barely ate anything.
I decided that it was time to get her back to the motel. It was then that I heard her say hello to someone.
I turned to my right and saw a middle-aged black man sitting on the stool beside my wife. I was embarrassed and shocked when I heard her say, “Hello Mister black man!”
I held my breath as I figured I was going to get my ass beat by this guy. He turned to my wife and said, “Hello little lady!” I am guessing that her severe slurring of words indicated that she was not making good decisions regarding proper etiquette so hopefully, he understood.
The black gentleman was about 6‘3“ tall and was of average weight. There was nothing distinguished about him other than he had a very deep voice. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. With slurring words and her voice changing in pitch, my wife gave the black stranger a brief drunken biography of herself in short sentences. “I am Susannah. I was a nun but now I have sex. He is my husband. I might be slightly drunk,” she mumbled and chuckled.
The black stranger and I laughed. “Time to get you back to the motel,” I said.
When my wife got off the stool, she almost fell to the ground. She laughed and said, “Whoops!” Our new black friend offered to help me get her back to the motel room that was right across the street. I must admit. As this large black stranger and I helped my wife walk to the motel, I had brief perverted thoughts of this guy banging her. Those thoughts quickly went away as I had to focus on the boulevard traffic that we had to cross. We got to the motel, and I had to open the door. Because I had to find the keys, our black friend held her up on his own. When the door finally opened, I turned around and saw my little wife standing in front of him. One hand was on her left breast and his other hand was holding her abdomen, below her belly button. Somehow, his pinky finger managed to get under the top edge of her bikini bottom. At first, I was a little shocked, but it turned me on to see another man holding my wife like that. Susannah didn’t even seem to notice because her eyes were barely open. The black stranger and I helped my wife get into the room safely. As soon as Susannah saw the bed, she dove face-first onto it and let out a loud sigh. Simultaneously, the black stranger and I both noticed that my wife’s bikini bottom was riding up her ass crack, leaving both of her ass cheeks on full display.
My wife’s ass is plump but muscular. In her current position, her ass looked wide but amazing! Trying to divert the stranger’s thoughts, I thanked him profusely for assisting me in getting my new bride back to the hotel safely. He just nodded and stood there, continuing to stare at her ass cheeks.
There was a very uncomfortable silence taking place, which was quickly broken when the black stranger’s deep voice asked, “Can I touch her?” I thought about it for a fleeting moment and then knelt beside the bed. I knew Susannah would never agree.
I placed my mouth up to my wife’s ear and said, “Honey, this man was nice enough to help us get you back to the room. He wants to feel your ass.” She did not respond.
I stood back on my feet and turned toward the black stranger. I opened the motel door and thanked him again for his assistance, trying to expedite his exit. The black stranger took the hint and with obvious disappointment on his face, turned to leave. His exit was interrupted when we both heard a smacking sound. We both turned around toward the sound and discovered the source. Susannah was still face down on the bed and with her right hand was smacking her own exposed bare ass cheek. The black stranger got a huge smile on his face and walked over beside the bed.
My wife rolled over onto her back. She looked up at the stranger hovering over her, and slurred, “Thank you for helping me.” She then pulled her bikini bottom to the side, revealing a glimpse of her pussy to him. She then stretched her arms out to him, “Come to me, you handsome black man.”
My bride caught me off guard with this behavior, so I wasn’t sure how to proceed. It was completely unexpected. As I was trying to find an excuse for her behavior in my mind to tell the black stranger, he was already on his knees beside the bed. I was at a complete loss for words. Like watching a train wreck, I watched as he slowly removed her bikini bottoms in a very ceremonious manner.
The black stranger pulled on her legs to bring her torso closer to the edge of the bed. My wife looked up at me with a look of helplessness, curiosity, excitement, and maybe even slight concern. I was completely focused on her face when I saw her close her eyes and gasp. My eyes shifted a little to the right and I saw the black stranger with his head buried in my wife’s crotch. He was moaning as he licked her pussy. Only a few seconds passed before she started to tremble in a quiet orgasm. When her tremors subsided, she looked over at me with her innocent puppy dog eyes. I stayed silent and motionless.
The black stranger got up from the floor and stood over my wife for a moment. She continued to lay there; legs spread with nothing on but her bikini top. He then began to take his clothes off. He never acknowledged my presence in the room. My wife turned her attention to his disrobing. First, his shirt came off, then his shorts. Susie and I both stared in horror when he dropped his underwear.
There before us was a specimen of manhood usually only seen in porn movies. A black cock as round as a soda can and at least nine inches in length. There is no way he was going to fit that thing inside her tiny body. I am six inches on a good day, and it hurts her depending on the position. Susie looked over at me with a look of fear on her face and a partial smile. I turned my attention to the donkey cock that was about ready to destroy my wife. He stroked his cock a few times and smiled while looking down at my wife.
The black stranger got on the bed and maneuvered her a little to his liking. Still, on his knees, he shuffled forward until his cock was touching Susie’s pussy. He used his hand and swirled the tip of his cock around her mound, and I could see that he placed the tip in between her pussy lips. The stranger pushed forward ever so slightly which caused my wife to gasp out loud and wince audibly in pain. “It will be alright little lady,” he said.
He pushed a little further. Susie said, “Ouch, ouch, ouch” and spread her legs. He continued to slide his cock in her with a steadfast motion. He was now completely inside my bride. I moved to get a better view and saw that cock shaft was the entire way in her. All that I saw was his testicles dangling on the outside of her pussy.
My legs became a little weak, so I sat down to watch. The stranger began pulling out and thrusting into my wife as she lay still. Her little body was almost not visible being trapped under his large frame. Her pale legs and arms dangling out from under him were the only signs she was there. I did see her looking over his shoulder at me. She smiled as if seeking my approval. I returned the smile.
He placed his mouth on her and began to lick the inside of her mouth. I heard my wife moan. With every thrust of his body into my wife, she would let out heavy gasps of air accompanied by more moans. The stranger continued to pump his cock into her body for another ten minutes or so. I heard wetness sounds coming from underneath him.
My focus was interrupted by hearing his deep voice again. “Hey, little lady. Are you on the pill?” he asked my wife.
With her panting and moaning, Susie could barely breath let alone speak. I responded, “No, she is not.”
The black stranger began to grunt like some type of animal. He made that noise seven or eight times in a row. I heard Susie mumble in a whisper, “Oh my God.” The black stranger pulled his hips back, taking his cock out of my wife. I heard a popping sound as his cock came out of her.
He wasn’t much on words as he simply got dressed and left the room in under a minute. When the door closed, Susie began to stir. I got up to check on my wife.
Susie was laying on her back with her legs spread apart. Her pussy was gaped open about two inches in diameter Her pussy hair was matted, and she began leaking his ball syrup. I call it syrup because of how thick it was. I saw a few globs fall out and puddle on the bed. “Are you ok babe?” I asked.
“Hold me,” she replied. I got on the bed beside her and held her close. I could smell sex! It was so musky! I looked into her bloodshot eyes and found myself kissing her. She was receptive our kisses became pretty passionate.
“I think I felt his sperm splashing my insides,” she said.
I had no words. She looked into my eyes and quietly said, “Fuck me.” I had never heard my wife utter those words before and it was a major turn-on.
I quickly took off all of my clothes and got in between her legs. My cock slid into her easily since she was already lubed by the stranger’s semen and stretched out enough that I could have put my fist in.
Her pussy was pasty and very sloppy. Every time I pushed into her, I felt wetness splash on my inner thighs. As I was fucking her, I kept seeing the stranger on top of my wife. It was too much! I screamed out loud as I began cumming in her. It just kept spurting out of me and was by far the best orgasm I had ever had in my life.
