Once upon a time, in an enchanted forest in a distant, far-off land, there lived a rare mystical, magical, creature, part human, part scarab, that possessed the keys to eternal life; legend held that it would grant immortality and untold riches to anyone who could clear their mind of all thought for 17 seconds. This is not a story about that legend however. It is a story about an equally rare creature nonetheless. This is a story about Erick Fairlie, a cuckold of distinction.
One can suppose that any tale pertaining to Erick should start off describing him. Erick is an anomaly in a sea of conformity. From all outward appearances, Erick looks rather average. There is nothing particularly remarkable about his countenance, you could meet him and a half hour later not be able to pick him out of lineup. Ex-military, his body is fit but he is not going to stop traffic with his physique by any stretch of the imagination. His mother considers him attractive so take that for what it’s worth. Is he a captain of industry, is that what makes him so unique, an entrepreneur with a cutting edge new business concept that is poised to change the world, or a billionaire mogul commanding power and influence around the globe? Nope, Erick will never make an impact in commerce as he is decidedly more comfortable being a cog in the machine as opposed to being the precision engine that drives the vehicle. Add to that he has a certain social ineptness that makes him habitually shy and there you have the composite portrait of a man with deep secrets and lacking the requisite skills to form any sort of healthy, mature relationship.
For those with salacious minds, here is where it should be noted that Erick has a more than adequate sexual appendage. It’s important to declare that he doesn’t have a particularly little cock or a particularly large one either. That point is essential to the telling of his tale because Erick Fairlie is sexually submissive, he derives the greatest pleasure in pleasing his partner and that is usually perceived as the domain of white men who are anatomically deficient below the belt. It’s not his submissiveness that makes him so unique either. In fact, his submissiveness makes him pretty average.
Submissive white men are ubiquitous. Despite society doing their level best to perpetuate the false belief that white men are the original Alphas, that their inherent nature is to dominate and subjugate, that white maleness is the epitome of sexually-conservative heterosexuality, the reality, in plain sight for all the world to see, is that the overwhelming and vast majority of white men are bisexual, hyper-sexual, perverted, and submissive in numbers far greater than, well, certainly the media would ever dare to acknowledge. Yes, mainstream media depicts interracial relationships all the time. What mainstream media doesn’t do is address the truth. The truth is that white men desperately lust after Black sexuality in pandemic proportions.
Before the internet, before the age of porn at our fingertips, people were largely left to their imaginations and speculation about what happened in other people’s bedrooms, about what sorts of fantasies and desires other people had. There was more than enough room for conjecture that no one else in the entire world had the same erotic proclivities as you, that you were alone in your desires and curiosities. The internet, smart phones, tube sites, social media, and dating apps changed all that. One didn’t have to feel alone any longer, isolated in that they were the only person who is aroused by a particular kink that seemed obscure or abnormal. What didn’t change with the advent of daily porn consumption was the secrecy, shame, and lies that surrounded the very mention of the word sex in larger society.
At first, white men were satisfied to merely look at interracial porn to, you know, “see if the myth is true.” Their initial interracial curiosity evolved, however. Eventually white men started imagining themselves in place of the white women getting fucked by big, thick, long, strong, Ebony dicks. They began lusting after the big, black cock for themselves.
But white men are not supposed to be gay, and they are certainly not supposed to be gay to Black men so in order to compensate in their minds, in order for their own homosexual lust for big, Black dicks to make sense to them, they started to embrace being sissies and crossdressers in staggering numbers. White men have embraced dressing and acting like white women in outrageous numbers in order to validate the fact that they want to be degraded, humiliated, used, and abused at the hands of Black men in the same way they have fantasized about their wives and girlfriends being objectified for years. They have co-opted transgenderism to excuse their homosexual lust for Black men.
What sort of white man would ever admit that he wants his wife to get fucked by a Black man, or that he wants to look at a Black man’s foot-long cock going in and out of her well-used asshole, or that he wants to suck that big black cock clean after she gets rammed hard and deep, let alone that he wants to get fucked so hard by a Black man that his asspussy gapes open like a blooming onion at . . . well . . . the chain of restaurants that sells blooming onions? None of them will admit it in public but all white men want that and more. White men are OBSESSED with Black sexuality despite being raised, socialized, and brainwashed to believe in the inherent inferiority of Blacks. That’s how deep racism runs in this country. White men are socializing and interacting with their friends and family, their coworkers and associates, telling racist jokes, degrading any efforts for social equality from Black people, and CONVINCED beyond all reasonable doubt that they are the ONLY white male, the only one in existence in the entire Universe who obsessively lusts after the larger than average genitalia of Black men.
In commercial porn, white men are always depicted as dominant and aggressive, white women are always the objects for men’s pleasure, little more than receptacles for cum. Commercial porn shows white men spitting on, slapping, choking, and violating women, not riding big black dildos the size of fire extinguishers or begging to be gangbanged by groups of well-hung ghetto inhabitants. Amateur porn shows a more realistic and accurate version of white male sexuality, it is replete with homemade videos of real white men showing how deviant they really are. Commercial porn appeals to white men’s false sense of superiority and masks their insecurities and low self-esteem by portraying white men degrading and using women as if women are genetically predisposed to being submissive. Commercial porn is little more than white men’s lame attempt to hide their shame in not being well-endowed like Black men, at not having the charisma, stamina, and inherent sensuality and sexuality of Black men, and obscuring their inherent need to experience sex at its most base, vile, and filthy level. Commercial porn reflects the sick need for white men to portray themselves as oppressors when they actually desire to be objectified.
Because society is incapable of having informed, realistic conversations about sex and race, white men are left to create their own online dialogue about the nature of sex and to create a narrative where they are able to validate their preferences without any pesky reason or logic interfering with their quest for sexual gratification. It is white men who are creating the gifs that call for the extinction of the white race, it’s white men creating the New Black World Order memes, promoting white slavery, and it is most assuredly white men creating videos hypnotizing white men to be pussy free and become cross-dressing sissies.
So, in that way, Erick Fairlie was vastly different than his peers. He didn’t want to see his girlfriend abused and violated by Black men, he wanted to see her pleasured. He didn’t want or need to dress up in lingerie, makeup, heels, and a wig in order to validate his lust for Black dick. He was comfortable, at least within himself on some level, that he was bisexual. He still had a need to hide his identity online lest he be discovered however, afraid that someone will find out that he isn’t straight and that he is attracted to an “alternative lifestyle” as they say. He didn’t want to be degraded or humiliated, he didn’t want to be left sexually unsatisfied or merely be an observer while his lady friend was pleasured by her Black lover. What Erick wanted was a loving relationship with a beautiful woman who just so happened to be addicted to pleasure from having sex with hung Black men. That’s not too much to ask, is it?
Well, Erick must have found that magic beetle to make all his wishes come true because he met the woman of his dreams one Friday night when he was having dinner and a beer and the local restaurant. He was by himself sitting at the bar, he wasn’t looking for anyone, well, not intentionally. He was watching the game and minding his business when the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen in his life sat next to him and ordered a gin and tonic. She was stunning. She had so much thick, curly, light brown hair that he was sure the people sitting in the booth behind them couldn’t see the TV after she sat down. Her hazel colored eyes were captivating and she had an olive/tan skin tone that accentuated her pouty full red lips that were begging to be kissed. She looked to be about 5’4” and she had small breasts, barely a B cup, and smooth, sexy, toned legs that ended in the sexiest feet framed by sexy little sandals.
“Hi, I’m Arianna,” she said, “do you come here often? Can you suggest anything good on the menu?” She had a sexy accent that Erick couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t British or Australian, maybe it as a bit of both but whatever it was, it sounded sexy as hell.
Erick wiped his mouth with his napkin and extended his hand. After introducing himself, he said that menu wasn’t that extensive but that the burgers were the best. He had no game whatsoever so it was a good thing that Arianna seemed intent on maintaining the conversation. She said she was new in town, in fact she had just gotten an apartment not too far from the restaurant a few weeks ago and was finally unpacked and trying to get a lay of the land and was starting to venture out to make new friends. She had just finished grad school and was working at a research facility for the government.
“What are you,” Erick blurted out? It was an unsophisticated question but Arianna had heard it a million times in her life. Ethnically, she was a rare mix. Her father was German, straight out of the Aryan playbook with blond hair and ice blue eyes, and her mother was Native American and Indian, as in India Indian. No one could ever guess her ethnic makeup and she was often confused for being Latina or a light skinned Black woman and mostly people assumed she was Middle Eastern, but almost every nationality had claimed her as their own at one point or another in her life. Luckily for Erick she wasn’t too offended by his question and she continued to engage with him. She was born and raised in post-apartheid South Africa and had moved to the States 8 year ago after college for her career. She was some sort of scientist who specialized in algae . . . maybe she said fungus, or was it bacteria? Whatever it was, it sounded way too gross for a hottie like her to work with.
Everything about Arianna was captivating to Erick. She was beautiful, she was smart, she was confident; it was his perfect woman. He tried to make his life sound interesting to be more appealing to her but he wasn’t that creative. None of that seemed to matter to her, she seemed to like him despite his mediocrity. By the time the restaurant was closing, she was touching him softly on his arm, smiling, and she suggested Erick walk her back to her apartment so she would be safe.
She lived about two miles away which was perfect for a late night stroll. They stopped at a little park and sat on a bench and people-watched for a while as they continued to flirt and get to know each other. Erick had just about worked up the courage to go in for the kiss when her phone rang. From the second she answered, her face lit up. She was smiling ear to ear, giggling like a little girl, thrilled with the news she had gotten from the person on the other end of the phone.
“Really? When? July? Wow, that’s great, I can’t wait to see you,” was the last thing she said before she hung up the phone. “I’m sorry about that. My ex-boyfriend is finally coming to the States for a visit. We haven’t seen each other in 3 years and . . .” her voice trailed off, her sentence unfinished. She went on to explain that she and her ex, Thato, had known each other since they were 5 years old in Cape Town. They were each other’s first love. He was in the military and couldn’t leave South Africa when she moved to the States so they decided to part ways with the understanding that they would always love each other but they needed to live their lives so they wouldn’t grow to resent each other and maybe one day they would reunite.
Erick’s heart was pounding. He wanted to ask if Thato was Black but he knew enough not to, he wanted to know if they were going to fuck when he came to town. Mostly, he wanted to know if Thato had a big Black African cock. Arianna pulled up pictures on her phone of their last meeting in Aruba and Erick gasped out loud. He tried to play it off by saying he had swallowed a bug but his eyes were glued to the phone. Not only was Thato Black and handsome, he was so dark his skin looked like charcoal. He had muscles on top of muscles. His stomach was an 8 pack of ripples, his chest, arms, legs, everything was supersized. Not like Mr. Olympia on steroids but more like a well-built stallion.
His smile was blinding his teeth were so white. He looked like he towered over Arianna in the pictures by almost a foot. In picture after picture, they were kissing and touching and his hands were resting on very intimate places on her body. The contrast in skin tones was dramatic and it drove Erick insane. And it was more than evident from their beach photos of Thato in his bathing suit that Arianna was accustomed to getting a lot of big hard cock.
“Uhmmm, you aren’t jealous, are you?” Arianna had busted Erick looking way too intently at the photos.
“What? No! No way! I was just . . . you know, I was just . . . I’ve always wanted to go to Aruba is all.” Erick didn’t have the ability to be honest and say that he was turned on by the idea of her having sex with her ex while he watched.
“Good. I can’t deal with jealous guys. Come on, let’s go.”
They walked the rest of the way back to her apartment. When they got to her building she didn’t seem like she was anxious to have the evening end so Erick insisted he walk her all the way to her front door. When they got to the front door, she asked him if he would like to come in. The minute he walked in her apartment, she said it was too late for him to walk back to his car alone and that he might as well stay until the morning. Erick, used to lying about what he really wanted out of habit, tried to play it off like he was a big strong guy and it was no big deal, that he could walk back to his car with no problems at all even though he wanted nothing more than to stay. Arianna blew his mind and said, “That’s fine. If you’d rather go home and masturbate thinking about fucking me rather than actually fucking me, that’s alright with me.”
Rather than say anything, Erick decided the best thing to do was to be quiet. Arianna led him to the bedroom and told him to undress. She inspected him, circled him. She didn’t exactly say that she liked what he was working with but she nodded and sounded as if she was pleased. Erick was sure he was dreaming. Stuff like this just didn’t happen to guys like him, not with women like this.
They fucked that night. Arianna pulled no punches, she asked for exactly what she wanted. She was verbal, explicit, and seemed to have a confidence about her beyond any woman he had ever been with before. Erick was smitten.
In the morning, Erick woke to find Arianna already up and dressed. Well, she was wearing panties and a t-shirt and she was eating a bowl of cereal and checking her emails. “Hey, you’re awake! Cool. I have a long to-do list to tackle with the new apartment and all, wanna hang out today and help me?” Erick was almost too enthusiastic in his affirmative response.
They showered and dressed and headed out to get his car and then head to a couple of different home improvement stores to buy paint and patio furniture and fluorescent light bulbs and closet organizers and bookshelves. Erick spent the afternoon with a drill and a hardon. That evening, they fucked again. This time she was even more enthusiastic. She wanted her toes sucked and her ass licked. She decided when they changed positions and she rode Erick to several orgasms with little assistance from him. By Sunday morning Erick had to go home and take care of a few things at his place but he was back at her apartment that evening as soon as she called and told him to come over.
For the next several weeks Erick spent four or five nights a week with her, either at her apartment or his house. She enjoyed being in control, telling him what to do, dictating their sexuality. She introduced a strapon into their play without even asking him if he was interested in it. She sat on his mouth and pissed on him without even asking permission. It was clear she was in charge and as long as she didn’t start playing with knives or fire or some dangerous shit, Erick was down for almost anything. Then there were some nights when she would text and say she had plans and that they could see each other the next day. There was never any further explanation and Erick didn’t dare ask anything more because it was clear she was in charge and he didn’t want to mess up this good thing they had going. Besides, he loved jerking off imagining her with other men anyway.
Erick was too immature to approach the subject of Arianna’s ex coming to town but he was painfully aware that she hadn’t mentioned him since that first night. They had been seeing each other for just shy of two months. He was in love with her, in many ways, it was the first time he had really been in love, at least it felt different with her than any time he thought he had been in love before. He wanted to tell her he loved her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life making her happy.
Finally, the day came when she brought up the subject. She had excitedly called Erick and told him that she needed to go shopping for lingerie. Erick jumped at the opportunity because he loved when she wore sexy outfits for him and he was anxious to see her in something new that he bought for her. As Arianna floated about the store, picking out really provocative items: garters, stockings, corsets, and teddies, she gushed and wondered out loud if Thato would like them. Erick couldn’t respond. He was too distracted. This woman, the woman he loved, knew his secrets without him even telling her. She had to. There was no way she would be so blatant, so bold if she didn’t know.
After lunch and with a few hundred dollars’ worth of shopping bags in tow, he drove her back to her apartment to drop her off. Arianna said nonchalantly, “Would you like to come over for dinner tonight. Thato’s flight gets in a couple of hours and I would love for you to meet him. I think you two will have a lot to talk about. I think you will really like him.” Erick didn’t really have a choice, he had to say yes. His hard cock wouldn’t let him say no.
Nervously, he dressed for his “date.” He was uneasy about what would happen. He knew Arianna well enough to know that she loved to be in control and that she knew how to push his buttons but he regretted that he had never had enough courage to address his particular brand of cuckold desires before. He didn’t want to be degraded or humiliated, he just wanted to be a voyeur. He wanted to watch and participate actually. He worried that she would view him differently, think less of him if she knew he wanted to suck off her lover . . . and more.
Erick arrived exactly at 6. Arianna answered the door and he almost didn’t recognize her. She had straightened her hair and she looked . . . white, well almost. Usually, with her gigantic mop of curly hair, it would have been impossible to think she was Caucasian but with it straight, she almost looked like she was white with a tan. She looked great, just different. Erick sat on the sofa in silence. Was it too late to bring up the subject of cuckoldry with her? Should he just take a chance and see what happens and hope for the best? All of his questions were to go unanswered as the doorbell rang.
Erick sat frozen to the sofa, he couldn’t move. He could hear the door open and he could hear Arianna’s squeals of delight. What he didn’t count on was the fact that they would be speaking a different language, they were speaking Afrikaans and he didn’t understand a word of what they were saying to one another. For what seemed an eternity, they kissed and hugged each other and made small talk until they finally made their way to the living room.
Arianna looked like a school girl, holding his arm and looking up at him with stars in her eyes. She introduced them. “Erick, I would like you to meet Sergeant Major Thato Dlamini of The South African Army and the true love of my life. Thato, this is Erick.” For the first time since they had met, Erick felt humiliated and it was a conflicted feeling. He had expected her to introduce him as her boyfriend or at least give more than his name. There was a part of him that actually felt jealous of how she seemed to gush over him, how enraptured she seemed to be in his presence. He wanted her to feel that way about him but deep inside he knew she would never be able to love him the way she loved Thato. And on a deep, twisted level, that fact was intensely arousing to Erick.
Erick stood and saluted him. “Sir, Corporal Erick Fairlie, at your service, Sir.” Being a true submissive, being of service was Erick’s raison d'etre and in that moment he wanted to be subservient and obedient to this African god. He stood erect, awaiting inspection.
“At ease Corporal, you did hear her say The South African Army, right? I’m on leave so no work talk.” Thato said, his voice sounding like the melody to a song.
Thato made himself comfortable on the sofa and Arianna climbed across his lap and put her arms around his neck, her back to Erick. They talked of South Africa and family and personal things that Erick knew nothing about. Their conversation went back and forth from English to Afrikaans and he was quite sure they were talking about him as they would say something, look at him and laugh from time to time, and resume their conversation. Erick wanted to be angry but he couldn’t. Arianna was in heaven and that was all he ever wanted. If he had to be made to feel insignificant and inconsequential in front of her lover, then so be it. Thato was taller, he had a better body, he outranked him, he was almost sure that his dick was significantly bigger, by just how much he wasn’t exactly sure but he would have dropped to his knees to pull it out and measure it in a heartbeat.
They ordered takeout. Arianna said, “Be a dear and run and get the food for us, will you?” She didn’t make an effort to reach for her purse to pay him for the food or even contribute to the meal. Erick felt like a dunce. Here he was going to pay for food for his girlfriend and her . . . boyfriend? Lover? He wasn’t even sure how to refer to himself any longer. Erick wanted to get back to the apartment as soon as possible because he didn’t want to miss anything. He had no idea how Arianna felt about being watched and he was terrified that Thato might kick his ass if he realized that Erick was a cocksucker but he was so aroused that he was willing to take that chance.
Erick returned with the food and knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again, this time louder but still there was no answer. He called her cell phone and after four rings she answered, out of breath, and said she would be right there, no apologies offered. She opened the door and he half expected to see her clothes disheveled and awry but they weren’t. Her hair did look at bit curlier but considering he had never seen it straight before he didn’t know if that was normal for her after a few hours or not. Bi-racial women’s hairstyling and hair textures were not his area of expertise so he was content to imagine that she was sweating in the throes of passion with Thato and that’s why her hair was going back to Africa in its natural state.
The trio dined in the living room and half-heartedly watched Netflix. Thato seemed to be extraordinarily interested in discussing Trump and politics and he was proving himself to be as intelligent as he was attractive. Before long, the Kush came out and was passed around and everyone got more comfortable. It was relatively early in the scheme of things but Thato was tired from his flight and Arianna moved the ball down the field. “Erick, Thato and I are going to shower and retire to bed. Would you like to join us?”
Erick was speechless. He had never mentioned anything about being a cuck to her before. He had never mentioned anything about being submissive either but she seemed to instantly know his true nature so he figured that she had some sort of clairvoyant powers that tapped into his innermost thoughts and secrets.
For a brief second, Erick’s white maleness reared its ugly head. He acted offended, outraged that she would even suggest something like that. Erick could feel himself pretending and he wanted to stop because there was an intrinsic part of him that did not want to be seen as submissive or bisexual in that moment that caused him to lie and deny his true feelings. Yes! He wanted to stay. He wanted to stay and watch and participate and more if they would allow him. That part of him that had been socialized to believe that white men were superior to Black men kicked in and he went into arrogant mode. Erick tried to force his hand. He stood up to leave, acting as if his every sensibility had been offended, trying to play the “forced bi” card and absolve himself of his guilt at lusting after this extraordinary Black man. The saddest/funniest part is that in his head, Erick had always visualized himself a willing participant, a voluntary cuck that encouraged his mate to find pleasure with Black men. Here, in the midst of the reality, he was behaving in ways that actually confused him.
“Sit down,” Arianna said calmly. She and Thato started speaking in Afrikaans again and laughing every time they glanced in his direction. Erick felt truly inferior in that moment. She continued. “You really think I couldn’t tell from day one that you were hot for Black dick? Really? Sweetie, we were born the year apartheid ended. We’ve spent our entire lives around white men who wanted to fulfill their dark continent desires with Thato. You think you are somehow unique or different? Give me a break. Just like I didn’t have to ask if you wanted to be fucked with a strapon, or lick my ass, or drink my piss, I didn’t have to. You are a white man. You’re all the same. Don’t get it twisted. I might not be Black but I’m 100% African. I might look like I’m white, you might see me as exotic and ‘other’ but I’m a woman of color and I’m WAY more informed about race than these silly ass American white women. I don’t see having sex with Black men as a fetish or a novelty. I’ve been in love with this man since we were 8 years old. He is not some one-off fantasy I have, this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. We don’t have time to play games. Do you want to stay or not? It really doesn’t matter to me at this point if you are going to act like a little white bitch.”
Erick wanted to be angry but he couldn’t. He wanted to object but everything she said was right. He desperately wanted to fall to his knees and beg for her forgiveness but he couldn’t manage to do that either. He simply looked at the ground and said, “Yes, I want to stay.”
The threesome moved to the bedroom. Erick wheeled Thato’s luggage to the bedroom like the bellboy at a hotel. Arianna undressed slowly and seductively down to her undergarments. She undressed Thato as well, revealing his blacker than midnight skin with each piece of clothing she removed. She left his white briefs on. They could barely contain what looked like a boa constrictor hiding in them, they were stretched out of shape obscenely by his engorged prick. She rubbed it through the thin white material and made him moan.
“I’ve missed you,” he said to her and kissed her softly. “Are you sure you want to have him here, I haven’t been inside you for three years. Don’t you want to be alone so I can make love to you the way you really need it?”
Everything that Erick wanted in life hinged on the next words out of Arianna’s mouth. He held his breath. “Beloved. I want to experience the fullness of you, taste you, to become one with you. But you have to understand that in your absence I need companionship. Erick is my lover. He’s going to be my lover when you leave in a week. He is more than likely going to be my lover until one of us decides that we are going to move to make our relationship more permanent. I want him to stay. I want him to participate and see all of me. He does things for me that you can’t do and vice versa. I want to feel all of that.
You don’t want to deny me that pleasure, do you?”
Thato and Erick answered in stereo even though the question was only posed to one of them. “Noooo.”
Erick undressed himself. He wanted to feel proud of his body but it was hard to do in the same room as Thato. That turned him on.
The three made their way to the bathroom where they left their underwear on the floor. Never in his life had Erick seen a penis the length and width of Thato’s. It was breathtaking. His balls were equally as enormous and Erick’s mouth watered at the thought that he might be able to suck Arianna’s pussy clean after being fucked by that enormous cock. He immediately knew why Europeans were so mesmerized by Africans when they first landed on their shores. He wasn’t trying to justify slavery but he immediately understood that it was about far more than money and labor, it had to be based on sexual lust. There was no way a white man could see something that magnificent, that intimidating and not be moved to experience it first-hand, especially not a white man with a pathetically inadequate cock. That thought made Erick more ashamed of being white than he had ever been.
The bathtub was too small for all of them to fit comfortably so Erick made himself content to watch as Thato caressed and bathed this incredible woman. Her moans seemed more intense under Thato’s manipulations, more than they had ever been with him and Erick stroked his cock to full erection.
Back in her bedroom, things heated up quickly. The couple obviously had experience with threesomes and submissive white men before because they seemed to move fluidly, like a choreographed pair and they weren’t at all uncomfortable or awkward with a third party being there. Erick took a few more hits of weed and made his way to where the action was starting to take place.
Thato welcomed him to the party by grabbing Erick by the waist and pulling him close and kissing him on the lips, his tongue pushing in his mouth. Erick responded in ways he had never imagined himself. He wrapped his arms around Thato, the contrast in skin tones making him giddy, and he kissed this strong, gorgeous African man like he was the Homecoming Queen at prom and Thato was the captain of the football team. He felt feminine and submissive and ashamed and aroused at the same time. He was sweating and hyperventilating. He looked over to see what Arianna thought and she was casually fingering her pussy and watching with intensity. Erick responded by wanting to kiss Thato even more but he was afraid to initiate it less he be considered a faggot. Kissing was for gay men, he was only bi, he only wanted the dick. At least that was what he kept trying to remind himself.
“Come here, Erick, get my pussy wet and aroused so I can take that big dick.” She spread her legs and motioned for him to get his mouth, lips, and tongue to work on her wet swollen pussy. Erick feasted on her cunt. He licked and sucked and tongued it. He wanted to make her feel pleasure. Thato had been away from her for too long so he told Erick to get out of the way, that it was his turn to experience her treasure.
Thato took his place between her thighs. Arianna cried out. Her legs wrapped around his head and her back arched. She was chanting something. It could have been another language, it could have been total gibberish. Thato and Erick then proceeded to give her an endless string of orgasms, one after the other. Erick sucked her nipples while Thato fingered her pussy. He sucked her toes while she sucked Thato’s dick. He sucked Thato’s dick while she rode his face. For hours, they played.
Finally, Thato could take no more and he pulled Arianna to her knees and positioned himself behind her. Erick maneuvered himself beneath her so that his mouth was directly beneath their intersection of light and dark. He licked her clit as Thato slid himself deep within her. Her moans were so loud they surely woke the neighbors. He could see her juices coating his cock. Thato stroked her expertly. He had a rhythm that was unparalleled. Erick stroked his cock in time with their fucking.
Arianna was on the verge. Erick had witnessed her orgasm too many times to miss the signs, she was ready to explode. She was groaning and fucking him back and working her pussy on him. She reached down and started stroking Erick’s cock and he almost lost it. He had to wait. He couldn’t cum before Thato, he had to prove his manhood was comparable. He started fingering Thato’s balls and licking his shaft as he pumped his girlfriend full of obsidian dick. Erick was high but not from the weed. He was smelling sweat and pussy and ass and cum. He was desperate to get fucked. He wanted to be used. He started spurting cum and crying as he felt Thato grab Arianna’s hips and start driving his dick deep inside her in places his dick would never and could never touch. They came in succession. Erick first, Arianna next, and Thato pumped more cum in her than he could have ever imagined.
For the rest of the week, they fucked. They fucked in every possible pairing with no inhibitions or hangups. They fucked right up until Erick had to drive Thato back to the airport. He didn’t know what he future held for him and Arianna or for Thato and Arianna for that matter but Erick was damn content that he had achieved nirvana in his expression of cuckoldry and that was something special, unique, and treasured. Who needs immortality when you have self-actualization and the realization of your dreams cum true?
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