Black Magic For Black Cock - Part One free porn video

My wife, Diana, and I have had a pretty typical marriage for most of our lives, living in the Omaha suburbs since college, and raising our children here. I’m Jeff, and I was fortunate to get a job with a major insurance company in Omaha, and now, at the age of forty-eight, I make a good living from my upper management position. Our children have graduated college and are living out of state with their own families.

Diana and I had a very good sex life, until she began to lose interest in sex at the age of forty-five, when I was forty-seven. We went from having sex at least twice a week, to maybe once every two months, if I was lucky. She did let me eat her out as often as I wanted to, but she didn’t want to fuck that often. I don’t know what caused her to lose interest in sex, but I still had strong sexual urges to satisfy. I did what many men probably do in my situation, and I began going to porn sites, looking at pictures and reading stories as I masturbated.

After reading the stories for a couple of months, I began to focus on the cuckold stories more than any others. I had never had those types of submissive feelings, and I was surprised and even a little ashamed of myself for getting turned on at the thought of becoming a cuckold husband. I was also becoming aroused reading about the cuckold husbands who sucked the cocks of their wives’ lovers, and for the first time in my life I was getting turned on by the idea of interracial sex.

As my fantasies and perversions became more evolved and intense, I realized that there were only a few authors, from the many porn sites, that were able to create interesting stories that delved into the psychological aspects of the characters and had plausible storylines. So many of the others focus primarily on the sex scenes, but that gets boring for me after a while. I like the intrigue and buildup to the sexual encounters, both when the husband is sucking cock for the first time, and the wife cuckolding her husband for the first time.

One night, when I was having trouble finding a good story to read, it occurred to me that although I had never written any fictional stories, and definitely no porn stories, I did a lot of technical and administrative writing in my job. So, I started writing cuckold and bisexual stories. I was thrilled when the moderators published one of my stories for the first time. It took several attempts get the dialogue right, and to learn to edit my own work. I was learning just how arousing it is to write my own stories too, and I started to judge my work by how many times I had to masturbate before I completed each story.

I was writing about a wide variety of cuckold and bisexual encounters, but I had not yet written any with African-American characters. I enjoy interracial cuckold stories and knew that they're very popular and a dominant theme in the cuckold genre, but I wasn’t sure that I had the insights necessary to delve into stories involving black men. Our neighbors, Bill and Tasha, are black and the same ages as Diana and me, but it hadn’t previously occurred to me to use them, and especially Bill, as templates for characters in my stories.

Bill and I had been good friends for fifteen years, and we often golfed, played tennis together, and helped each other with projects around our homes. He’s a ruggedly handsome black man, with a shaved head; at six foot two inches tall, weighing one hundred ninety-five pounds, he is very fit and athletic. And I knew from glimpses of him in the locker-room at our country club, that he's likely well-hung, although I had only seen him when it's soft.

He also has an outgoing personality, and all of us get along very well. Bill isn’t a prude, either. He has racy calendars on the wall in his garage with mostly naked, white women. He sometimes jokes around about wanting to fuck various white women, and I got the feeling that Tasha wasn’t putting out as much as she used to either. Bill’s lean, muscular body, and his big, black cock, even when soft, easily fit the descriptions of many of the black studs in the stories I was reading.

Just about the time I was thinking about developing a character like Bill in one of my stories, Diana and I went on a five-day vacation to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. We went with friends from work, named David and Cynthia, and arrived there on Saturday morning to catch some of the parades leading up to the main parade on Tuesday. David and Cynthia are in their early-forties, and they were a good looking and very outgoing couple. They drank a lot more than Diana and me, and when the floats came by, Cynthia didn’t hesitate to raise up her t-shirt and show her big, DD-cup, bare tits for a few strings of beads.

Before the trip I thought that the carnival atmosphere of Mardi Gras would somehow put Diana into a good sexual mood, but that didn’t happen. She drank very little booze and was still conservative in her actions. That was hard to take, especially watching the way that David and Cynthia were all over one another. And seeing all the black people there, made me think more and more about Bill, and how much I liked the interracial stories.

On the third night there, we had a late dinner and several drinks in our hotel on Bourbon Street. Afterwards, I was in the mood to do a little more drinking, but the others said they were tired and wanted to go back to their rooms. I suspected that David and Cynthia were planning on fucking. Diana told me to go ahead and enjoy myself, and I wanted to explore a little, looking for the less-touristy places after spending a few days and nights in the crowds. After walking around for a half hour or so, I ended up at a little bar, far off the main drag. I have to admit that it was a little scary being there by myself, especially since most of the people I saw are black. They were looking at me with suspicion too.

I sat at the bar next to a chubby, elderly, black man. He introduced himself as Theotis, and I gave him my name. After I had a couple of drinks, on top of the ones I had at dinner, and was getting a little woozy, we were talking like old friends, and I was beginning to understand his strong creole accent.

The conversation got a little weird when he asked, “What are you doing so far off the beaten path by yourself, Jeff? I saw you and your pretty wife on your hotel balcony at the parade today, and I would think you’d be back in your hotel, getting some of that. She’s a really sexy lady.”

Diana is very pretty, and with her blonde hair, blue eyes, and big 34DD breasts, she does look sexy. Theotis had no way of knowing about her lack of sexual drive, though, and I was just drunk enough to talk candidly about it. I knew I’d never see him again anyway.

So, I replied, “Thanks for the compliment, Theotis. She is very pretty and looks sexy, but that doesn’t mean that she’s feeling up to putting out. It’s really frustrating, but I’ve learned to cope with it.”

He laughed and said, “I don’t know if you noticed, but the brothers were watching her all afternoon, just hoping that she would show off those big tits of hers, like her friend did, when the floats came by. Shit, man, that must take a lot of coping not to be able to suck those big things and get into her pants. What do you do to cope?”

I explained to him how I started out reading stories, and eventually began writing my own. I probably gave him much more insight than I should have; admitting my fascination with the whole cuckold thing, and even my newfound interest in my black neighbors, as characters in my stories. After all, I was mildly attracted to Tasha too, and sometimes thought about sucking her pussy.

He listened intently as I continued, “This might sound kind of fucked up, but I get very aroused writing those stories, and then I take care of myself by hand.”

Theotis smiled and said, “Yeah, no shit, man, that is fucked up. Explain to me how those stories get you so worked up.”

He listened again, as I went into great detail about how I immersed myself in the cuckold characters, and how I got so wrapped up in the action, that it seemed like it was actually happening to me, and that I could almost feel, taste and smell the action.

Theotis got a serious look on his face, and he lowered his voice and asked, “What if I told you that I could make those stories come to life for you?”

I had no idea what he was talking about and I responded, “What do you mean, Theotis? How could you possibly do that?”

He smiled and said, “I am a hoodoo doctor, and my magic is very powerful. For five hundred dollars, I will cast a spell on you that will allow those stories you write to really happen. There are limits, though. The story would have to be about participants that you know, or could reasonably meet, and situations that are plausible. You couldn’t write about being with some beautiful movie star and expect that to happen.”

I'm not very religious to begin with, and I certainly didn’t believe in black magic. But I was just drunk enough and curious enough to ask, “So, you’re saying that I could write about my neighbor or someone I know from work, and actually force them to do what I describe in my story?”

Theotis replied, “Well, not exactly. There is one very strict limit. No one can be forced or coerced into doing anything against their will. For the spell to work, they would need to be agreeable to the interaction, whether they were previously and consciously aware of their perversions or not. The magic would just be awakening their innate desires to perform as you have written but can’t force them.”

I was obviously very skeptical and said, “Well, I’ve heard of voodoo, but never hoodoo, and I don’t believe in either of them.”

He went into detail describing the differences, but simply stated, voodoo is a religion, and hoodoo is Southern folk magic, which originated in West Africa. Then he said, “It is not necessary for you to be a believer for the spell to work. You just need to do as I say when we prepare the spell, and it should be effective by the time you get back home and write your next story. It’s only five hundred dollars, and that shouldn’t be a problem for a man who can afford a hotel room where you’re staying on Bourbon Street.”

I had brought a lot of cash with me for the trip, and my foggy mind thought it might be fun to humor him and see what his spell was all about. So, I replied, “Okay, Theotis, you’ve got me curious now. What do we need to do to? Do you do it right here?”

He looked very serious after I handed him the money, and he said, “This is my bar, and I have a special room in the back. These rituals must be performed in the proper setting, and I will need my granddaughter to help on this one, because of the type of spell it is.”

I followed him through some heavy curtains to a back room. There were several tables that were setup as altars, with candles of various sizes, colors, and aromas providing the only light. He led me to a low couch in the center of the altars, and in front of a low table with candles, as he motioned for me to sit down. Then, he said something in French-creole that I didn’t understand, and a pretty black woman, who looked to be in her mid-twenties, entered the room through another set of curtains. She was plump, but did not appear to be obese, and the robe she was wearing jutted out from what must have been massive breasts.

Theotis looked at me and said, “This is my granddaughter, Felonise, and she will help with the ritual. She has been learning hoodoo magic as my apprentice for many years, and she is quite experienced in these matters. For this spell, we will need to extract your semen and sperm, and she has done this many times for our clients.”

I got nervous when he mentioned that they needed my semen and sperm for the ritual, and I knew that it would be embarrassing for me to have them to see my rather small manhood. My dick is only two inches long when soft, and four inches long on hard.

So I asked, “Why can’t I extract my fluids on my own, and shoot them into a condom or something?”

He was very solemn when he replied, “This must be done as I direct for it to be effective. Felonise and I will treat you with respect, and you have no need to be embarrassed. She will help you remove your pants and underwear, and then we can begin.”

Theotis placed what looked like roots and herbs on the table in front of me, as Felonise got on her knees between my legs. I unfastened my belt and pants, lowered my zipper, lifted my hips, and allowed her to pull down my pants and underwear. It might have just been my imagination, but it looked like she smiled when she saw my little dick. When Theotis saw that I was ready, he began to chant and make all of kinds of incantations that I couldn’t understand, as he organized and moved the roots and herbs around on the table.

At one point, he nodded to his granddaughter, and she leaned down to take my dick into her mouth. It had been years since Diana had given me a blowjob, and Felonise’s big, soft lips and warm, wet mouth felt fantastic on my dick. She began sucking with great enthusiasm, and because my dick and balls are so small, she soon had my dick and both balls in her mouth, licking and sucking as she hummed and moaned a kind of chant.

It only took me about three minutes to get close to ejaculation, and when she sensed that I was ready, she removed my balls from her mouth, and just focused on my dick, sucking and running her tongue over it in a ritual pattern. I was seeing stars when my dick finally erupted into her mouth, and she kept sucking until I was drained. Then she moved over to the table, and as Theotis continued chanting, she spit my cum, mixed with her saliva, onto the pile of roots and herbs. Then he made another, somewhat rhythmic, incantation, which I rightly guessed was the final step in the spell.

Felonise helped me pull my underwear and pants up, and after I was dressed, I said, “Wow, Theotis, no offense, but what Felonise did for me was enough to be worth the money alone. I have to ask though, what is the translation of that last chant?”

He smiled at me and replied, “What Felonise did was meant to be very pleasurable, as an omen of things to come for you. She is very practiced at giving such pleasure to certain of our clients. I paid special attention in my spell to make it easy for you and your black friend to get together, and I know that will be very pleasurable for you and him.”

“As for the last chant, it can be roughly translated as follows:

Your written words, as seeds are sown,

For your desires, to others make known;

Souls in tune, will follow like sheep,

As your seeds are sown, so shall you reap.”

Your black friend will provide, all that you want and need,

And breed you and your wife, with his potent seed;

He’ll use you both hard, wearing no sock,

And when he’s finished, you’ll be slaves to his cock.”

The whole spell made sense, after hearing the translated version of the final chant. I understood that my sperm were the seeds that were somehow a proxy for my written words. It was also clear that he was giving special emphasis to my black friend, Bill.

Before I left to go back to my hotel, shortly after receiving the spell, Theotis gave me a reminder saying, “Remember to be very careful and detailed in your writing, for as you write, so shall it be. Your black friend won’t hesitate to use you and your wife for his pleasure, so only describe those things that you are willing to have happen. If all parties are receptive, everything will happen, just as you have written it. And one final thing; you must never tell anyone about the spell, or it will be broken.”

I didn’t give the spell much thought for the rest of our time in New Orleans, although, I did think a lot about the great blowjob I got from Felonise. I didn’t believe that a spell like that would work, but it was an enjoyable distraction that really didn’t cost me all that much. Even given my disbelief, when we got back to Omaha, and I resumed thinking about a story involving my neighbor Bill, I decided to follow the advice Theotis had given me, to the letter.

My first story under the supposed spell was about Bill, and how I got to see and suck his cock for the first time, which leads to him fucking Diana. I included many details about our relationship over the years, and locations such as our golf and tennis outings at the club, and the time we spent in each other’s homes and garages, working on projects together. If that was successful, whether by magic, or just as a result of putting myself out there and trying something like that for the first time, I was planning on writing more stories about him fucking Diana.

I spent a lot of time writing and editing the story, over and over until it was perfect, at least in my mind. I submitted my story to the website about a week and half after we got back from New Orleans, and it was published on the Friday, just before the last weekend in February. The golf course would be open, due to some unseasonably warm weather, but I wrote the story assuming that we would be playing indoor tennis that weekend. Bill agreed to playing tennis with me on Saturday morning, and I could hardly wait to put my plan in motion.

We got to the club at 9:00 am on Saturday, and I wanted to get things started in the locker room, during what I thought would be about be about two-and-a-half hours of playing tennis, and then continue it at home. Diana and Tasha were planning on going shopping, leaving home a little before noon, and they thought they would be back by about five in the evening, or so.

The club has four indoor courts, and we were fortunate to have some lovely ladies playing on either side of us. The two on one side are in their mid-forties, about the ages of our wives, and the others looked like thirty-somethings. All the ladies are pretty,  wearing those sexy, short tennis skirts with panties that showed as the skirts flew up, and a variety of sleeveless tops, that showed plenty of cleavage. Bill was distracted by the women, and made facial gestures, like raising his eyebrows, to me whenever something revealing happened.

Between the games in our second set, when we took a break for some water, he said, “Damn, Jeff, did you see the ass on that one in the pink outfit. Holy shit, man, I’ll bet that’s some fine pussy and a great fuck.”

In the past I wouldn’t have said anything back to him. But trying to follow my story, I wanted to get him talking more about the white women to heighten his arousal, and I responded saying, “Yeah, no shit, Bill, she is nice, but what about Tasha? She’s a beautiful woman with a fantastic body. How do you think those white women would compare to her?”

Bill responded to me, just about like I had responded to Theotis, when he replied, “No offense, man, but I’d really like some white pussy again. And besides, Tasha hasn’t been much in the mood for sex for a couple of years now, since she gained that extra weight. I like her just the way she is, but she’s self-conscious about it. I think I might have worn her out with my big cock too. She always wants me to eat her out, but I don’t eat what I fuck, man. I’ll bet that those white ladies would love some of my thick, black meat.”

He had never been quite that graphic in the past, and it seemed like the spell might really be helping things. I egged him on a little more by saying, “No offense taken, Bill. But tell me; given a choice of these four ladies, would you pick the older ones or the younger ones?”

Bill chuckled to himself and responded, “You’d probably think that I’d go for the younger ones; but that older, blonde lady looks mighty fine to me. I’m a sucker for blondes with blue eyes, and her big tits are a real plus.”

We played our next game, and then resumed our conversation. That was my chance to personalize things and get him thinking about Diana. So, I said, “Yeah, she is nice looking, and I like the way she moves on the court. And come to think of it, she looks a lot like my wife, Diana. You haven’t been thinking the same thoughts about Diana, have you?”

He smiled and said, “Oh shit, Jeff, I’m not going to lie to you. Diana is damn hot, and I have to admit that I’ve been attracted to her for quite a while; especially since Tasha made me cut back on fucking. And again, no offense, man, but she is one hot piece of ass.”

Before the spell, Bill would have never admitted being attracted to my wife that way. I wanted to push a little more and I said, “A few minutes ago, you mentioned that you’d really like some white pussy again. When have you fucked a white woman?”

Bill thought for a second, as if trying to decide whether or not to tell me, and then he replied, “This guy I used to work with saw my cock in the bathroom one day, and over the next couple of weeks he did his best to become friends with me. Then, he invited me to have a few beers with him after work.”

“We were on our third beer when he told me that he and his wife were swingers, and she had been wanting to fuck a black man. Well, I sure wasn’t going to turn that down, and I fucked her at least once a week for five months, until he got a job transfer and they moved to Los Angeles. She’s a pretty, big-breasted blonde, and I really enjoyed fucking her.”

I asked, “Holy shit, Bill, what did the husband do while you were fucking his wife?”

He laughed and said, “That sissy, pervert of a husband watched and cheered me on while I fucked his pretty wife, and he even sucked my cum out of her pussy and sucked my cock clean afterwards. He sucked my cock to completion for me when his wife was on the rag, too, and he was really hungry for it.”

I thought for a moment and said, “That’s amazing, Bill. Do you mean to tell me that all of that started just because he saw your soft cock in the bathroom? And did they really want you to fuck her without wearing a condom.”

Bill laughed and said, “Yeah, I guess so. I can’t really explain it all. From that experience with them, it seems that some men like me are made for breeding, and others are better suited for sucking. They insisted that I not wear any protection, and I think they actually wanted me to knock that bitch up with a black baby.”

I could hardly believe how forthcoming Bill was about his experiences with that white couple, and I thought that I had accomplished a lot in only a few minutes of conversation. I decided to wait until we were in the locker room to take things farther, and we finished our three sets without any more discussion about that white couple.

Our lockers were next to one another in a row in the far corner of the locker room. We quickly undressed, and Bill wrapped his towel around his waist before we headed to the showers, which are individual stalls. I made it a point to take a quick shower, and I was sitting on the bench in my underwear by the time he came back to his locker.

Bill faced away from me when he unwrapped his towel, and although I saw him naked many times before, I realized that I had never really focused on his body. My face was level with his ass, which was thick, protruding, and muscular. The way he stood with his legs spread, I saw his big, low-hanging balls swinging as he moved around putting things into his locker. His overall body was muscular and well-defined, and his creamy-cocoa skin looked smooth and luscious.

I wanted him to turn around, so I’d be facing his cock, and let him see me staring at it. So, I said, “That was a very interesting conversation we had out there today, Bill. I had no idea that you were previously involved with a couple like that. And it’s amazing that the husband only saw part of your cock when you were pissing, and that was enough to get him interested.”

Bill turned around, and his cock was only about eighteen inches from my face. He started talking, but I really wasn’t paying attention as I looked at his very black, soft, uncircumcised cock hanging there. It looked to be about seven inches long, and as thick as a shaving cream can. There are thick, protruding veins running all over his shaft, and I liked the way the tip of his cock head was peaking out of the foreskin. His balls were also amazing, and they were about the size of plums, and hanging down even lower than his cock.

I looked at him, with his muscular, six-pack abs and chest, and huge genitals, wondering why I had never studied his magnificent body so thoroughly. I was roused from my reverie when I realized that he had been talking to me for what must have been thirty seconds.

My focus returned, and I started listening as he was completing a thought, saying, “…so I guess that he had enough experience with the other men fucking his wife, that he realized that my meat is bigger than the others. But what the fuck, Jeff? It didn’t seem like you were listening to me at all, and just staring at my cock. You’ve seen me naked in here hundreds of times; so why so much interest today?”

Even though it was my intention for him to see me staring at his cock, it was still a little embarrassing to have my friend of fifteen years to call me out like that. I didn’t know what to say, until I remembered the words from my story, and I replied, “Sorry, Bill, I was just thinking about what you did with that white couple, and I was seeing you in a new light. I guess I was trying to envision you fucking her.”

Bill laughed and said, “Okay, no problem. Let’s get dressed and get the fuck out of here. We can talk more about this at home, if you want to.”

His response wasn’t verbatim with the story, but the main thing was that he noticed me staring at his cock that way, and he wanted to talk more about it at home. He drove, and we got back to his home probably only a few minutes after our wives left to go shopping.

When we were in his garage, getting out of the car, he said, “Come on in, Jeff. Our wives won’t be back until later this afternoon, and we can relax and have a few beers after our workout playing tennis.”

I accepted his offer, and I followed him to his den, after stopping at the refrigerator to get a couple of beers. We sat on his cushioned leather couch, and as I had written in my story, he took the lead in our conversation, saying, “Let’s see now. Where were we? Oh yeah, you were saying something about trying to envision me fucking my coworker’s wife. And you were definitely staring at my meat, like never before. Come on, Jeff, tell me what’s on your mind.”

It was important for me to seem weak and vulnerable to him, so I responded, “It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten steady pussy from Diana, too. It’s a little embarrassing to admit this to you but, over the past couple of years, I’ve resorted to reading porn stories to get a little relief. Some of the stories that I enjoy the most are cuckold stories, about black men fucking other men’s white wives. So, when you told me about fucking your coworker’s wife, I was just trying to visualize it. And when you were standing in front of me at our lockers, it was only natural for me to wonder how big you get when hard.”

Bill gave me an odd look and said, “Yeah, that guy from work mentioned that he and his wife got the idea to fuck a black man from those cuckold stories too, and even some videos. I thought that it would mainly be wimpy, submissive guys like him who would go in for that shit. I mean, damn, Jeff, I’ve known you for a long time, and I never got the idea that you might be interested in that.”

I was genuinely embarrassed, and my face must have turned red when I replied, “I’ll admit that these thoughts are new for me, but then you’ve never been so outspoken about your sexual activities either. I thought that my situation with Diana was unique at our age and would have never guessed that Tasha wasn’t putting out regularly for you either. I can’t help how I feel, Bill, and I hope that you aren’t disappointed in me or anything.”

Everything was going according to the story, and I anticipated what Bill was going to say when he looked at me for a few moments before saying, “It’s not a matter of being disappointed. I’m just curious about what you’d like to see happen. What do you want from me, Jeff?”

I wanted him to take a dominant posture and humiliate me by making me admit that I wanted to see his cock hard. So, I looked down submissively and said, “Don’t be upset with me, Bill, but I’d really like to see your cock hard, so I can visualize you fucking that white wife. You know that your cock is a lot bigger soft than my dick is hard, and I’d like to see how big it gets.”

Bill smiled at me and said, “Okay, buddy, I’ll let you see it hard, but you’re going to have to make it hard yourself. And you’d better be sure about this, since it will likely change our relationship. It’s no sweat off my balls, though. I’ll pull down my pants, and you can do the rest.”

He must have anticipated that I would want to do more than just get his cock hard, since Bill kicked off his shoes, stood up, dropped his pants and underwear to the floor, and kicked them off. He sat back down, with his thick cock laying across his thigh, and his big balls resting on the couch.

I just sat there staring at his cock until he placed his hand on my shoulder, and pushed me down on my knees, between his legs and in front of him, as he said, “If you’re so interested in my cock, you might as well get on down there on your knees and get a close look. Go ahead, man. Don’t be shy. Take it into your hand.”

Even though we had recently showered, I still sensed the arousing aroma of his musky crotch. I rested my arms on his muscular thighs and looked up at him as he smiled down at me. It felt so strange to be between my best friend’s legs that way, knowing that I was about to change our relationship forever; but I couldn’t have stopped myself, even if I wanted to.

I reached out and held his cock with my right hand, while I slid the other under his balls, and weighed them in my hand. I had never felt a foreskin before, and I liked the way it slid back and forth over the head as I began stroking it. His cock was so thick that my fingers didn’t quite touch as I gripped his massive, black shaft. It was so heavy and meaty when compared to my thin, little dick. His cock started to harden almost immediately, and I felt his pulse as the blood coursed through the prominent veins, and his shaft expanded.

Within just a minute his cock was fully hard, and at least ten inches long, with precum running out of the foreskin and down my hand. The smell of his semen, mixed with his strong musky odor, was intoxicating. From where I was knelt in front of him, my face was less than a foot from his cock.

I hesitated leaning in to suck him until Bill said, “You might as well go ahead and suck me, Buddy. After watching those white cunts at the club, I could sure use some relief about now. Go on, man. As fucked up as it is for me to say this, you know that you want to, and I think that you’ll like my tasty load.”

I had thought about sucking a cock before, but it was a totally different matter having his throbbing cock right in front of my face and waiting to be sucked. My dick got hard as I moved up to take his oozing cock head into my mouth, and I tasted his cum for the first time. My mouth was stretched around his massive shaft, and I began sucking and licking it as Bill lifted his legs onto my shoulders, holding me in place as I sucked more and more of his meat into my mouth. It was better than I imagined it would be. I not only liked the taste and feeling of his cock in my mouth, but I also liked the feeling of being a submissive cock sucker for my longtime, black friend.

After sucking him for only about five minutes, I knew that the ladies at the club really did have him turned on, when he held my head in place on his cock, as he began thrusting roughly into my mouth. And just as I heard him moan, I felt and tasted the first squirts of his thick cum in my mouth.

I continued sucking and swallowing as his cock throbbed and pulsed, and Bill gasped as he said, “Oh fuck. Shit yeah, Cocksucker. Keep sucking on my meat. You did a damn good job for your first time, so now swallow my cock juice for your reward.”

It was easier to get more of his cock into my mouth as it softened, and after he was completely drained, he pushed me down lower and said, “Go on and suck my balls for me. I like it when a Cocksucker makes love to my balls.”

I was able to suck one testicle at a time into my mouth, and I loved sucking his black sack and balls. I looked up at him as he smiled down at me, with his ball in my mouth and his soft cock laying across my face, knowing that he had found a compliant cocksucker who would do anything he told me to. I sucked his balls for about fifteen minutes, until he removed his legs from my shoulders, and pulled me up to sit next to him.

Bill laughed and said, “Damn, boy, that was pretty good for your first time, and I could tell that you really enjoyed it, too. I’m going to use your cunt mouth as often as I can from now on, and there’re other things you can do for me as well. We’ll see how much you really identify with the cuckolds in those stories too, when you help me fuck Diana. I know you said that she had lost interest in sex, but that might be because of your little dick. I don’t know how you can convince her, but your mouth is going to be getting mighty sore if you don’t help me get into her sweet, white pussy.”

I replied, “I’ll do my best to get her to fuck you, but what about Tasha? They’re best friends, and I’d hate to see this fuck up their relationship.”

He slapped me on the back and said, “Don’t worry about Tasha. She knows how horny I get, and she even knows about me fucking that other white couple. As long as I don’t get an emotional attachment with the slut wives I fuck, she tolerates my infidelity. She might even like sharing me with Diana, since they’re such good friends.”

It was still early after I sucked Bill’s cock the first time, and I sucked him off twice more before I went home at about 3:00 pm. I also sucked his balls as he was recharging after each ejaculation, and by the time I went home I was an experienced cocksucker. I craved the taste of his big cock, balls, and cum loads, and like the hoodoo chant, I was becoming a slave to his cock.

Since the spell seemed to have worked so well with Bill, I decided that I would continue my more aggressive approach with Diana. A lot of stories had a long buildup, including fantasy fucking, until a wife is willing to cuckold her husband. I was going to be more direct with her and go for it, just as I wrote in my story.

Diana got home at about five-thirty in the evening, and we had an early dinner. Then we watched a movie on Netflix, before going to bed early. We were both reading; I put my book down and said, “Honey, something very interesting happened at the club today, and I thought you might like to hear about it.”

She seemed irritated at having her reading interrupted, and she replied, “This better be good, if it’s important enough to disrupt my reading.”

I started out telling her about the ladies playing next to us on the tennis courts, and how Bill was ogling them and making comments to me about them. Then I got to the best part, saying, “We both know that you haven’t had much interest in sex for the last couple of years, but you might like hearing this. One of the ladies has big breasts and blonde hair, and Bill was talking about how attracted he is to her, and how much he’d like to fuck some white pussy again. I mentioned to him how much that lady looks like you, and he admitted to having been attracted to you for quite some time.”

Diana put down her book, and asked, “So you’re saying that Bill is attracted to me, and that he has already fucked a white woman? How did that happen, and why was she interested in him?”

I told her all the details I knew about Bill’s coworker and his wife, emphasizing the part about the white couple worshiping his big cock. Diana just stared at me with her mouth open for a few moments until she said, “Holy shit, Honey, that’s quite a story. I would never have guessed that he would have cheated on Tasha that way. Now you’ve made me curious, especially since Tasha has made a few passing comments over the years, about how well-hung Bill is.”

She paused for a moment, to take a sip of water, and then continued, “You and Bill have been going to the club together for a very long time, and you must have seen him nude in the locker room many times. Just how big is his cock, honey?”

I enthusiastically explained, in great detail, the size of his thick, soft cock and huge balls. Then I let her think that I was speculating about the size when hard, and comparing his cock to mine, in an unflattering way, when I said, “So, I don’t know, Honey, but I’m guessing that his cock would have to be at least ten inches long hard, and as thick as your wrist. I mean, shit, my hard dick even looks small when compared to his soft cock. I hadn’t paid that much attention to his genitals until today, after he told me about his coworker’s wife and how he’s attracted to you.”

Diana giggled at me and said, “I haven’t seen you this excited about anything in a very long time. What’s got you so stimulated?”

I knew that my next response would be a serious test of that hoodoo spell. Diana had always been very conservative about sexual matters. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have even listened to what I had already told her about Bill and his big cock. And what I was about to reveal about my state of mind would have been a huge turn-off for her. What I would say next would let her know that I had discovered my submissive side, and that I was less of a man than she thought. So, I paused for a few seconds to recall exactly what I had written in my story about that moment.

She sat there, waiting for me to speak, and I finally said, “Please don’t think badly of me Honey, for what I’m going to say. All I could think about after he told me that he was attracted to big-titted blondes, and you in particular, followed by the story about fucking his coworker’s wife, was how much you would enjoy fucking him. Even though you haven’t had an interest in sex with me for a while, I can’t help but think that it might be because of my small dick. Heaven help me, Honey, but I have been visualizing you fucking Bill, and it turns me on more than you could ever imagine.”

Diana cocked her head and looked at me quizzically, as she asked, “What are you saying, Honey? Are you saying that you want me to fuck Bill? Would it really be that arousing for you to watch me fuck him? And if so, what about Tasha?”

I looked down shamefacedly as I replied, “Yes, no, I don’t know, honey; I’m so torn. On one hand I’d like to watch you with him, and even participate. But on the other, I’m so concerned about what you will think of me as a man. It’s kind of scary for me to consider surrendering you to a handsome, muscular, and well-hung man like Bill, knowing that he will give you such great sexual pleasure.”

She rubbed my back, like she was trying to comfort me, as I continued, saying, “Since you haven’t had much interest in sex for so long, probably because of my little dick, I’m thinking that it might serve me right if a well-hung man satisfied you in ways that I never could. As far as Tasha is concerned, Bill said that she didn’t have a problem with him fucking that other woman, so long as there were no emotional attachments. And since you two are such good friends, and all of us have been friends for so long, I don’t think she would be a problem. Please, Honey, tell me what you're thinking about this.”

Diana scooted over next to me, and began rubbing my dick, as she responded, “This whole conversation is such a surprise, and I need to talk it through with you. It gives me no pleasure to admit that your dick really hasn’t been that satisfying for me; but I have never even considered fucking another man. You've always been happy to go down on me, and that has helped.”

She paused for a moment and continued, “And although you being so excited about Bill’s cock and the thought of him fucking me is arousing, I worry about what you will think of me if I fucked him. Are you really serious about this, Jeff? Because if we do this, and then you change your mind, I probably wouldn’t want to stop. You need to convince me that you really want this, Honey. Tell me exactly what you want.”

The fact that she was basically leaving it up to me to make the decision, told me that the hoodoo spell had awakened a yearning in her that she wasn’t previously aware of, at least not consciously. I decided that I would tell her almost everything, except the part about me sucking his cock. I’d let her discover me doing that if, and when, we got together. She leaned down to suck my dick, which was a rarity, as her way of encouraging me to tell her everything.

It was hard to concentrate with her sucking me, but I was able to say, “I want to invite Bill and Tasha over here tomorrow afternoon to watch the basketball game. After we’ve had a few beers, I’ll find a way to bring up the conversation that Bill and I had at the club and let them know that you want to see his cock. Then we’ll let nature take its course. If we end up in our bedroom, I want to watch, up close, as you get acquainted with and suck his cock, and then I’ll get between your legs and watch his thick, black cock impale your hairy, white pussy and fuck you hard. After that, we’ll play it by ear.”

Diana began sucking my dick harder and harder as I got to the part about her sucking and fucking him, and I shot a huge load of cum into her mouth, just as I finished the sentence. Diana looked up at me, with cum still dripping out of her mouth as she said, “Damn, Honey, that was your biggest load ever. You must really want this. Go ahead and invite them over, and I’ll be happy to make your fantasies come true.”

Bill was out getting his paper on Sunday morning, just as I was getting mine, and I invited him and Tasha over for the game. I purposely avoided telling him what I had in mind, thinking that it would be more fun to surprise him.

It was the third quarter and we were all pouring our third beer, when I started talking about the pretty ladies we saw playing tennis. Bill and Tasha didn’t pay much attention at first, but then they looked at me intensely, as I repeated Bill’s story about him fucking his coworker’s wife, and how Tasha knew about it. I even mentioned that Bill admitted to being attracted to big-titted blondes, including Diana.

Tasha looked a little irritated at me when she said, “Yeah, Jeff, I know about that white slut, and Bill has told me that he’s sweet on Diana too. But why would you bring that up now?”

I knew that Bill and Diana had been receptive to the spell, but I was on new ground with Tasha. So, I took a deep breath before saying, “I hope this doesn’t shock you guys, and ruin our friendship. Hearing the story about that white couple, and learning that Bill is attracted to Diana, really struck a nerve with me. Then, when I saw Bill’s cock in the locker room yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of him fucking Diana.”

Bill started smiling when he realized what I was doing, and after I took another sip of beer I continued, “I was so excited telling Diana everything last night, especially describing Bill’s soft cock and balls for her. And well, to be blunt, she is very curious about his cock and would like to at least see it. She would only want to do that, though, if you approved, Tasha.”

The room went silent, except for the game playing in the background, until Tasha asked, “What if things go farther than just looking? I don’t think my good friend here will be able to control herself after she sees his big, thick cock, and I know for damn sure that Bill will want to fuck her. What do you and I get out of it?”

I looked at her and replied, “To tell you the truth, I can’t stop thinking about Diana being fucked by Bill’s huge, black cock, and I hope that things do get carried away. I also have to admit that I've thought about having oral sex with you. Tell me, Tasha, what do you want if that happens?”

She laughed and looked at Bill and Diana, before focusing on me and saying, “No offense, Jeffy boy, but Diana has told me about your little dick, and she’s thankful that you’re always so eager to suck her pussy. That’s what I’d want, and I’d want you to suck both of our pussies after Bill fucks either one of us. And you’re going to suck my pussy at least once, even if all she does is touch him. If you’re going to be so weak and wimpy as to give up your wife to my husband, then you deserve to be our pussy boy. I want to watch you sucking his cock too.”

Tasha is a pretty, but big woman, and I’m guessing that she is five feet and ten inches tall and weighed about two hundred pounds at that time. She looks a lot like the actress Queen Latifah, with big melon-sized breasts and a big, protruding, cushy ass. So, I would definitely enjoy sucking her juicy, black pussy.

Nothing else was said for a few seconds, and I slowly nodded my head, agreeing to her terms. Bill took the initiative, stood up to unfasten his pants, dropped them and his underwear to the floor, and kicked them off. He sat back down, and Diana’s eyes grew as big as saucers as she stared at his big cock laying across his thigh, and his big balls stretched out on the couch between his legs.

Bill sat there quietly as she continued staring at his cock for what seemed like a long time but was probably only a minute. He undoubtedly knew that he had her as he chuckled and said, “Go on and take it into your hand, Diana, it’s not going to get hard from just looking at it. Before you do, though, go ahead and take your top off for me, so I can get a good look and feel of your beautiful breasts.”

It was like I was in my foreordained dream when Diana pulled off her top and gripped his cock as he fondled her pendulous melons. It looked so strange seeing his black hand on her lily-white breasts, and her small, white hand wrapped around his expanding shaft.

I watched until I felt Tasha pulling on my shoulder, and saying, “Sit on the floor with your back to the couch and lay your head back on the seat. I’ve got a big, sweet, juicy, black pussy for you to suck on, while Diana discovers what Bill’s big cock is all about.”

Tasha quickly pulled off her skirt and panties, and before I knew it, my head was back on the couch seat, and I looked up, seeing her hairy black pussy and cushy big ass moving down towards my face, as she squatted over me. Just before settling down on my face, she reached down and spread her thick, fat-lipped labia, and that’s when I learned that all pussy is pink on the inside. He big, juicy pussy enveloped my face from my nose to my chin, and I started sucking her as I stared at her taint and ass crack. She began slowly moving back and forth, fucking my face, and I could only faintly hear her moaning above me, with my entire head enveloped in her cushy pussy, thighs, and ass.

I had a good idea of what would happen next, since, so far, things were following my story almost exactly. So, I wasn’t surprised when she lengthened her movements on my face, and I was intermittently sucking her big ass crack. Being almost smothered under her was enhancing my feeling of submissiveness, and I loved it.

Tasha rode my face, with me sucking her pussy, taint, and ass, for what seemed like ten minutes, until she finally had a squirting orgasm in my mouth, as I sucked her thumb-sized clit like a cock. When she rolled off me to the side, I got my first look at Diana sucking Bill’s huge cock. She was hugging his waist with one hand as she fondled his balls with the other, and she seemed to be as excited about sucking his thick, black, fuck meat as I had been.

Diana sucked him for a few more minutes, until she pulled her mouth off his meat and said, “Come on, guys, let’s take this to our bedroom and give Jeffy-boy his wish. I’ve just got to feel Bill’s big, black cock buried in my tight, white cunt.”

I had never heard Diana talk that way, and I knew that she was consumed by lust. We all went into the bedroom. I watched as Bill got between her legs, and began sucking her huge tits, as he started pressing his big, oozing cockhead into her white pussy. I was in awe watching her fat labia, covered with a neatly-trimmed layer of blonde hair, stretch obscenely big around his invading, black phallus.

The contrast in skin color was arousing, and I watched as he seemed to hit bottom, with about seven inches inside of her. That’s when she wrapped her legs around his ass and began to swivel her hips, until in another minute, he was buried in her to the balls. Diana moaned and gasped as Bill began taking slow, deep strokes, still being careful to ensure that she was able to handle his big cock.

I could tell from Diana’s moans, that she was already having orgasms on Bill’s big cock, and it was exciting when Bill pulled off her tit for a moment and said, “Oh shit, Jeff. Your wife’s cunt is squeezing my cock like a fucking vice, and she’s already cumming on my meat. You should have never started this, because, her tits and pussy are mine now. What a great piece of tight, white pussy and I enjoyed breeding her!”

Tasha smiled when I got down between their legs, so close that I could smell their coupling, and hear the squishing of my wife’s juices on his big cock. Bill fucked her that way for what seemed like ten minutes, probably thanks to me sucking him off three times on Saturday afternoon, and it was amazing watching him ejaculate.

The strangest feeling of arousing, ecstatic agony came over me, as I watched his big balls pull up, and his perineum pulse, and I knew that he was inseminating my wife. There was just something so primal about seeing the love of my wife being bred by my black friend. He kept his softening cock in her for another five minutes, almost like he was trying to make sure that he had the best chance to impregnate her. He finally rolled off her to the side, and his thick cock made a loud slurping sound as he pulled out of her juicy, flooded pussy.

Everyone watched as I moved in between her legs and began to slurp, suck, and swallow their combined fuck juices. I was overwhelmed with lust as the realization hit me that I was eating my best friend’s thick semen and sperm out of my previously faithful wife’s cunt. Diana wrapped her legs around my head and back as she pressed her pussy more-tightly into my mouth and had a huge squirting orgasm.

Diana released her legs; I pulled back from her pussy, and then, without being told, I moved over to suck Bill’s slimy cock clean. I’ll never forget the look on her face as she watched me suck a cock for the first time. It was a mixture of amazement, disgust, and lust, and I knew that she would only see me as a weak, submissive man in the future.

We went to get some more beers, and stayed in bed together for the rest of the night. We talked about what had happened, and everyone agreed that Bill would have access to Diana’s tits and pussy any time he wanted, and I would orally service all of them. Some nights I was with Tasha at her home, sucking and licking her for hours, while Bill was over at my home, fucking Diana senseless. We all always got together later in the evenings, though, so I could clean Bill and Diana with my mouth.

After proving the power of that hoodoo spell, with our continuing, intense, cuckold relationship with our black neighbors, I began writing other stories, with a focus on influencing other big-cocked, black men to allow me to suck their cocks, and Diana to fuck them.

See Part Two, where I write stories about three other scenarios, where it is obvious that hoodoo black magic is instrumental in encouraging other black men to use Diana and me for their sexual pleasure.