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The Black Breeder's Club
It was my dad who first told me about the club. I was 22 at the time, fresh out of college, and had just married my sweetheart of six years, Trish. Trish and I had met when I was just 16 and she was merely 14. I fell in love with her the very first time I saw her, and that was of course when she and her family first moved to our city, and more important, across the street from our house. I can still recollect how I stared at her from my upstairs bedroom window back then, watching her like a hawk, as she and her family scurried about across the street, carrying boxes, clothing, and other household items into their new residence. I met her permisterally three days later, as she was walking home from school, and I
was jogging. We hit it off immediately, and were boyfriend-girlfriend almost from that very first day we first spoke to one another.
We weren't sexually intimate though until our honeymoon, some six years later, believe it or not. Trish wanted to wait, so she always pointed out to me repeatedly when I became overheated (as she put it) and tried to do a little more than petting, kissing and a little harmless dry humping. I was so madly in love with her, and still am, I should add, that I always stopped when she told me to, fearful that if I didn't, she might break off with me, and I certainly did not wish to chance THAT possibly happening. Besides, I deeply respected her, and I knew one day we would marry and I would at last get into those sweet panties of hers that I sometimes managed to get a glimpse of when we were making out.
So, when the big day arrived and we were married at old St. Anne's church, nobody was more pleased and proud as I was that day! No one was hornier either, I felt sure! I couldn't wait for our honeymoon to begin, and we had two glorious weeks to look forward to in sunny Hawaii. But in all candor, the honeymoon turned out to be a disaster sex-wise. It wasn't Trish's fault, I knew, but mine! The whole problem , you see, was my cock. I am not all that well endowed, I have to admit, and I just wasn't able to get Trish off, so to speak, when we made love. Us having sexual intercourse was not much of a thrill for my new beautiful blond blue eyed petite 5' 1' bride, I soon found out.
Oh, I could manage to make her orgasm with my tongue, I quickly learned, but not even close with my small 5" dick. I don't recall now just how many times we fucked on our honeymoon, but I do remember that none of those fucks produced anything but boredom for my pretty and sexy young 20 year old new wife. To make matters worse, Trish badly wanted youngren, and so did I, and we had talked about having at least three kids ever since we were both teenagers and just going steady. Trish even had names picked out for them. Finally, knowing that my fucking her was so tedious and unrewarding for Trish, by the second week of our Hawaiian honeymoon, I wasn't even trying to put my small cock inside her any longer. I just used my tongue on her plush blond haired covered pussy, let her climax as much as she was able to with me servicing her that way, and let it go at that. Later on, I would sneak into the bathroom and jerk myself off. Like I said, it proved to be a disastrous honeymoon for us both.
So, when my dad telephoned me about a week after Trish and I had returned from our honeymoon, and told me he needed to talk with me, I wondered if just maybe it had something to do with my failure to please Trish sexually. You see, my dad - well, both my parents actually - had always been very close to Trish since she and I started going together as teenagers. Trish and my folks spent a lot of time together, especially when I was gone away out of state to attend college for four years, and I knew Trish's parents and mine were close also.
In addition, what made me think that perhaps dad wanted to discuss my shortcomings in the marital bed was because she and my parents had spent almost the entire day together the day before while I was at work. The day dad called was a Saturday, and I was off, so when dad called, I told him I'd be right over. Trish was shopping at the mall, and I left a note for her informing her of where I would be, in case she returned before I did.
When I arrived at my parents house that Saturday morning, dad was waiting for me, sipping a cup of coffee, at their kitcarbonsmudgen table. He invited me to have some coffee with him, then told me my lady was out back, working in her garden. I sat across from dad, and he began, almost reluctantly, to spill forth a story that had my head spinning. First off, it took him quite
some time to get to the heart of it. My dad has never been known as a great spokesman, and in fact, like myself, has always been an introvert, and somewhat quiet, passive and subdued. My mom has always been the leader of the family, and I think anyone and everyone who knew us, was well aware of that fact. My dad was nervous, I could tell, so I just let him take his good old time, and waited it out patiently until he got to where he was going. It finally came.
He began by telling me that my pretty blond wife Trish had indeed discussed sexual matters when she visited them the previous day, and more to the point, she had discussed in detail my failures to satisfy her in bed. I blushed somewhat when dad told me that, but he seemed not to notice, and went on. He informed me that he wasn't at all too surprised by Trish's revelations concerning my inadequacies sexually because, as he quickly indicated to me, he too was the same way, and said he had been for some years now. I was a bit startled by that announcement, and wondered if he too, like me, had been resigned to a marital life of just eating pussy, but put THAT thought out of my mind almost at once due to the fact that he had obviously sired two youngren, first my lovely sister Carolyn, some two years my senior, and then myself. Maybe HIS failures occurred after that, I pondered?
Dad then went on and told me that Trish had complained to him and my mom yesterday that my dick was way too small to be anything of worth to her, and also that I didn't know how to use it anyway. Again, my face reddened, but dad just continued on. It was about at this point that my mom came in from the back yard, poured herself a cup of coffee, gave me an affectionate hug around the neck, and sat down at the table with me and dad. I felt rather embarrassed, having mom there, in light of the subject matter being discussed by dad, but didn't know how to ask that she leave, so I said nothing about her presence as dad continued to talk.
"We kind of figured you had a small dick, Bobby, " dad said with a sigh. "Your mom and me of course haven't seen it in years, since you were a very small boy, but I can still recall how very little it was then. We knew, even back then, that you would probably never be able to please any woman with it. Right, lovey?" he looked at my lady. I was now really turning red !
"That's right, mister, " she said softly. "I imagine it hasn't grown all that much either since then, has it? Doesn't sound like it from what your poor little wife told us yesterday, Robert." She always calls me Robert when talking about anything she terms as serious. I wasn't sure what to say, so I said nothing, and took another sip pf my coffee.
"Let's see it, Robert, " mom spoke out.
"What?!" I proclaimed. "Mom, you can't be serious?"
"Oh, but I am, mister," she assured me. "C'mon, take it out. Stand up and let's see just what we're dealing with here."
I started protesting, but it did no good. I had never ever won an argument with my lady, and I wasn't going to win this one either. She threatened me with a "good sound spanking" if I didn't get up from my chair by the time she counted to three, and I knew she meant it, so I was up at the count of two, and standing before her like a schoolboy instead of her 22 year married mister. I fumred awkwardly with the zipper on the fly of my jeans, and finally got it down. Then, I extracted my small cock, which now, due to my embarrassing situation, was shriveled up more than usual. Mom pushed my hand away from my dick and took hold of it with her own hand. She peered very closely at it, and dad was looking at it now closely also.
"My God, it IS tiny, " mom stated, shaking her head in a negative manner, "That poor girl. Your cock is worthless, mister," she added, "and I am sure no reproduction seed of value will ever come from it either." Again, she shook her head sideways. "It's even smaller than your dad's," she quipped, "isn't it, dear?" she looked over at my dad.
"It certainly appears so, " dad uttered, confirming mom's statement. He too was shaking his head, as if ashamed at what he'd seen.
Mom gave my small dick a good squeeze, then told me to put it away. I did so quickly, re-zipped my fly, and sat back down at the table. "Well, Trish didn't lie about that pathetic cock of yours, Robert, " Mom added. "It certainly looks like the club is about the only way to save your marriage to that wonderful poor girl, and get you two some babies in the process. Don't you agree, Donald?" she looked at my dad again.
"Yes, sure looks that way," dad replied. "The club seems like the only way."
The CLUB, I pondered? WHAT club? What on earth were they referring to? I didn't have to wait long to find out. Both mom and dad began telling me, almost at once, about a special club, as they called it, about 20 miles out of town on old highway 17, that took care of women, mostly married women like Trish, whose husbands were less endowed than average. Mom pointed out that all the men there were "very virile" and quite "well hung" she smiled. I was speechless! Was mom, and dad too, actually suggesting that MY sweet and wonderful wife, who I loved more than life itself, go to this ... this CLUB, and get sexed by someone other than her husband, ME?! They were indeed! And they made no bones about it. Just when the shock of this had started to settle in my brain a little, they then gave me another stunner! Mom said all the men there were BLACK guys! And dad tossed in, much to my amazement, that my own sister has been going there for a while now.
"Carolyn goes there?" I asked with confusion. "My SISTER Carolyn?"
"Yes, mister, " mom told me. "You see, Robert , just like you, I'm afraid her husband Phil hasn't got much between his legs either. Such a shame too. He's such a nice young man. At any rate, when she told us about two months ago that she and Phil were having sexual problems, and that she had been unable to get pregnant by him, we sat them both down, right here in this kitcarbonsmudgen, in fact, and had a long talk with them. Carolyn really loves Phil, but she was bent on leaving him, Robert, if she didn't get some sexual satisfaction soon, and a baby in her belly."
I was in shock again. I couldn't believe what I was hearing! My own pretty sweet sister Carolyn was apparently being fucked by other men, and BLACK men at that! And, if that wasn't bizarre enough, my own brother-in-law was obviously in approval of it!
"You .. you mentioned a .. a baby?" I inquired, surprised I could even speak.
"Yes, mister, " dad responded this time. "We've taken her to the club several times these past two months, but only once was she ovulating, so we don't yet if she caught or not. But she will be ovulating again this weekend, she says, so we'll take her back, just to be sure."
"And .. and, Phil?" I wanted to know, "he goes along with this? With Carolyn trying to .. to have a .. black baby?!"
"Oh, yes, " mom said grinning. "At first he was hurt, you know. And of course he felt humiliated. But he soon got over it. Quite nicely too, I should point out. Now Phil can't wait for those nights that Carolyn goes and gets herself black sexed. He , at first, couldn't bring himself to go with us, but that all changed once he realized how wonderfully Carolyn was being taken care of at the club, and now he goes with us, and is usually right up against the glass watching, along with the other cuckold husbands, isn't he, dear?" she asked my man for verification again. I then asked about what on earth "cuckold" meant, and dad explained it to me in full detail. He told me how he too was a cuckold husband, and of course my brother-in-law Phil was now one also. I just sat there in sheer shock as dad went on and on.
"I know we've never been totally honest with you, Bobby," dad said weakly, "but the time for that is past. Your marriage is at stake here, mister, and neither your lady or me want to see it severed, especially when it can be saved so easily. It isn't easy being as frank and candid as we are being with you now, Bobby, but we felt we just had to if you and Trish are going to survive this marriage."
"That's right. Robert," my lady said. "You have only been married a few short weeks. Why, it would look terrible if you two split up, now wouldn't it? What would everyone think, for God's sake?"
She had a solid point there. Besides, I loved Trish with all my heart and soul. I definitely did not want to lose her, not ever! While dad was telling me still more shocking news about the club, things like what takes place there, what is expected of the cuckold husbands, their white sex starved wives, and a lot more, dad excused himself and left the kitcarbonsmudgen. He returned just as mom hit me with another bombshell. It was about me and Carolyn. She told me that dad wasn't really our biological man. I almost fell off of my chair! She went on to explain that actually my grand-man, my dad's man, now deceased, impregnated her both times years ago. HE was the REAL man of both myself and my sister, she informed me. I didn't know what to say! So much was happening, and all in such a short period of time! Mom went on to say that dad's cock, small like mine, was almost useless, so he agreed early on in their marriage to let her get serviced by his man. My grand-dad, a pretty wild and good looking man, who had passed away some four years ago of cancer, had a fairly good sized cock, she said, and his seed was also quite potent, mom explained.
" I don't mean to be so blunt, Robert, " mom sort of apologized for her vivid and stunning recitation so far, "but I truly don't think anything but frankness will do in these matters." Then she elaborated even more, "Your grandman Steven had a really marvelous fuck tool ," she said, her eyes seemingly locked into fond remembrance, "and he could fuck like a bull. I don't know why your man here turned out so wimpy, and with such a small cock too, but nature plays strange tricks, as we all know." She sighed after saying that. "Anyway, mister, He was your real man, and a fine man he was too, as you well know." I nodded my head in agreement. Granddad Steve was really a pretty nice guy, as I so easily could recollect.
"Does Carolyn know this? I asked.
"Oh, yes, of course, " mom informed me. "We broke the news to her when we talked with her and Phil about the club two months ago. She accepted it, and in fact seemed happy about it. I can't blame her. What young wouldn't want a REAL man for their man rather than a wimp like your dad. No offense, dear," she said to dad, as she patted his hand with her own.
"None taken, honey, " dad replied. He smiled slightly, knowing full well, I suppose, that mom was right.
"Your man became a cuckold shortly after our marriage, Robert, " mom continued, "but we always hid it from you and your sister. Now, thank goodness, we won't have to do that anymore, and that will so nice and so refreshing, won't it, dear?" Again, she looked at dad.
"Yes, I believe it will," he agreed, obviously knowing his place well by now!
"So, dear boy," mom said to me, "your man is a cuckold, your brother-in-law Phillip is one, and very soon you shall be, too. That is, if you wish to stay married to Trish, and I assume you do, yes?"
"Uh, .. yes, yes, of course I do, mom, " I answered. "I love her with all my heart. I have since I was 16, you know that."
"Yes, dear, I am sure you do, " she smiled. "It won't be all that bad, really. And I guarantee you will notice the change in your pretty wife immediately. She will be far happier, more bubbly, and you will reap the benefits of course of her new outgoing and happy disposition."
"Well, ... that would be nice, I have to admit, " I replied candidly. "Trish has been like , well, like she's having a bad case of PMS ever since we left on our honeymoon trip."
Mom and dad both laughed a little. "I'm sure she is acting poorly," mom said. "but is it any wonder, Robert? One only has to
look at that pathetic little weenie of yours to understand WHY . Once she gets some good strong black cock meat in her pretty little cunt, I am positive all that will change for the better. You'll see a complete turn around, mister, I assure you."
I guess I should have been shocked by mom's choice of language, but by that time I was immune and almost numb from everything that had transpired so far.
"But... but, mom" I whined, " I.. I don't think I want Trish having sex with any other guys, especially BLACK guys."
"Nonsense, Robert, " mom interjected. "You're not prejudiced, are you? we certainly didn't raise you that way."
"No, mom, I'm not prejudiced at all, " I told her truthfully. " I .. I just, ... I don't know. I just feel ashamed I guess that I can't please my own wife, and that she has to get sex somewhere else."
"That's understandable, Robert," mom said softly. "But I honestly believe that when you see how happy she will be, you will
be so pleased for her that your jubilation will exceed any shame and offense you feel."
I just nodded dumbly. I didn't really know what else to do, and really could not think straight enough to say anything intelligent at the moment. Dad had been holding something in his hand when he came back into the kitcarbonsmudgen a short time ago, and now he removed it from his lap and showed it to me. It was some sort of a booklet.
"Read this, Robert, " it was mom who spoke. "You will learn a lot from it. Your dad and I have to go across town, but we'll be back in less than an hour. That will give you plenty of time to read this booklet, and give some thought to all we have talked about. We will have lunch together when we get back"
Then she gave me a peck like kiss on the carbonsmudgeek, and a few minutes later she and dad were gone out the door. I looked at the booklet. The cover page was in bold red, black and white colors, and read "BLACK BREEDERS CLUB" across the top of the page in bright red coloring. A naked black man, very handsome and with a body like a dark god, was on the cover. On her knees in front of him, also naked, was a very beautiful white woman, perhaps 25 years of age or thereabouts. She had hold of his cock, which was the largest cock I had ever seen I my life, and was about to insert it in to her mouth. He was smiling broadly, his ivory teeth flashing, as he looked down at her. Her lef
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