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Kool Aid Man
yeah yeah yada yada....I concede that most of my young black bro's are in jail...but check this out
Adam, a forty-nine year old white male, says he found a relationship through an online ad posted by a woman pursuing black bulls. "I contacted her because I was hoping to fall in love with a white woman who does black guys," he says. "That's what I get off on--a hung black man doing a white woman. Her being my wife and getting banged by blacks makes it that much more intense and exciting. We hooked up and it has been really wild."
In the American cuckold culture, it is white couples, usually with the husband being the instigator, always looking for black bulls
This thread addresses:Below are some well timed excerpts from the fact based article:"The hotwife/cuckold husband/black-on-white sex phenomena in more detail than any letter we've gotten thus far."
It (the exponential growth of hotwives and cuckolds and the related explosion of interracial sex, especially involving white wives and black men) is truly a phenomenon.
But it is not just white women who are desirous of well endowed black men for white wives' sexual pleasure; their white husbands are at least ust as eagerly seeking out well endowed black men to bang their wives.Hundreds of cuckold websites affirm that today's cucks aren't just standing helplessly by as their wives chase after black men with their huge black s. White husbands are begging well endowed black studs to have sex with their horny, insatiable white wives.Many husbands are even paying black bull studs to sexually service their white wives for them. For example, witness the rising popularity of Mandingo parties where white husband pay especially well endowed black studs to "mutt" their wives for them.There are literally millions of white husbands in America (and Europe) beseeching well endowed black bulls to sexually satisfy their horny white wives. And, of course, there are plenty of black bulls eager for the job.The cuckold community remains largely online, although interracial clubs specializing in matching black men with white women, most of them married, are sprouting up all over the country.there's too much to quote...so enjoy the article:It is generally believed by white men married to Asian women that Asians are prejudiced against blacks and few Asians would ever date blacks. For these husbands matching their Asian wives with black men for sex looks to be a safe arrangement. While white husbands married to Asian women don't want to risk their Asian wife having sex with other white men; they believe black men pose no threat to their marriage.Don't worry Trill - I got you bro
http://www.moderndirections.com/varsx61.htm
Kool Aid Man
^& it's a dirty shame too, because she has a pretty face. If she lost 200lbs she'd be fine. Well, 250lbs.
you're welcomed my dear friend...You're ahead of your time after what you let me do to Katie in Vegas...now you need to talk to some of the younger white men of the board and convince them that admitting they like this too is indeed OK
I'd do the first two only starting from R-to-L the others no thanks
Circa '1980, on the U.S.\Canadian border.
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Chapter 22.
I turned on my right shoulder in order to facilitate a backpedal retreat. This fresh angle though brought forth a bounty unimaginable. A mirror, a large rectangular wall mirror mounted to the left of the bathroom door was perfectly aligned with the entire surface of the bed. 'Oh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,please don't, Cully.'
They'd begun kissing again. Mostly French kissing, though their kisses were not dedicated to any one area of their mate. No. They kissed anywhere and everywhere they could reach with or without difficulty. It did not matter. At one point he bowed severely and nursed at Katie's breasts for several minutes while she tenderly stroked Henri's hair and whispered lovingly to him in his native language.
He lifted from her then. Separated then. Took himself from her body then.
"Qui, papa." Her voice in total surrender. I inaudibly gasped, closed my eyes, then forced them open.
"Bébé." Just the one word response before he took Girl's ankles, spread them delicately though adequately and placed them upon his shoulders.
"Qui, papa." Branded with Girl's patented squeal.
"Ange bébé." He reached below where'd they'd conducted their mating ritual earlier.
"Deep, papa. Profonde, profonde, profonde, papa." Her voice freighted in unrequited desire. 'You've been remiss. I know, I know.'
"Ah, that, my darling, votre papa entend son magnifique enfant." I could decipher just bits and pieces of their pillow talk. Though enough to know Girl wanted him deep and Henri would indeed comply and most probably far beyond the requested compliance.
Henri bent and tenderly kissed Girl's face, gentle kisses of such lightness and delicacy I cannot describe, nor imagine.
"Repas, papa, ne me, papa, faire votre enfant." 'If only I'd take French instead of Spanish.' I cursed myself.
He steadied above her, his face lit with passion and love for this girl, my wife.
"I've fallen in love with you, Henri." Plain...spoken...English. My stomach roiled as I waited Henri's response. Fortunately, or, unfortunately there was none.
He lowered himself to her then, covered her upper body with his, his magnificent barrel chest covered in dark hair fused with Katie's pe e, delicate breasts. His hips, the attendant buttocks activated as the mating ritual initiated. There were whispers, so soft I'd have had to be in their heads to bear witness their content. Henri moved with grace and power. A well tuned engine firing on each and all cylinders.
"Plus rapide." Her.
He complied.
"Plus profond. Her.
He complied.
"Plus rapide." Her.
He complied.
"Plus profond. Her.
He complied.
There was no governor to this man's strength and power. Absolutely none. Henri served at Girl's level of need. He never double clutched, nor threatened to stall. Just a smooth, powerful sustained bore to his application.
"Prochainement, papa!" Her tenor laced with warning, no, it was an alert to Henri.
"Prochainement, my love." A suspension of reality occurred as Henri shifted into a gear of movement I'd thought not possible except in my Super 8 porn collection movies as I'd experiment with the speed control.
"Deeper, papa!"
"Qui, Katie-Girl." His use once again of her Christian name. He complied.
"Oui, papa, comme ça, il y a droit, désormais plus rapide, papa, je vais à ."
'Oh, God, Girl was going to orgasm.'
"Papa est avec vous, mon enfant."
"Maintenant, papa, cet instant!!!"
Henri, for the last time brought his lips to Girls' ear and whispered-no-he hissed something-then rose back above her, his movements under absolutely no strain.
"Cullllllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy yyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!" Katie-Girl wildly ignited, her beloved papa consecutively.
Chapter 23.
I nearly tripped backing away from the doorway. I quickly retreated as far as I dared, "my" bedroom that limit. I ripped the towel from my waist and wiped the pre from the head of my throbbing erection, tossed the towel onto the perfectly made bed. 'Barnaby!' I counted aloud back from 30. "29, 28, 27, 19, 18,..." I made it as far as 9 then stormed thru my alter ego who'd blocked "my" bedroom doorway. I went thru him like Gene Hickerson on a sweep right for the Cleveland Browns.
Henri had taken Katie's ankles from his shoulders but was still moving inside her ever so tenderly, whispering ever so softly, her face buried in his chest. I'd come to a screeching halt in the doorway.
"Enter, my son." He beckoned me with his voice, a voice as kind and loving as any I'd heard. She clutched him tighter, buried her face deeper.
"She is so beautiful, Cully. You are so fortunate. I am so happy for my children. For their love. My little children." His eyes glistened in the late morning light. Katie was softly cooing-a feminine humming-of a kind.. I knelt on the floor close to them and laid my head upon the warm sheets. I closed my eyes, my heart hammering frighteningly. I felt the tears rise and threaten and then I felt her presence, her warmth. She lain her head next to mine. I opened my eyes to find hers open as well. So close that the strain had blurred our focus.
"Cully-Boy, my little boy. My sweetheart. My love." A voice that only He could create, that He could command, that He could instill.
"Ah, my children, they find one another in Canada, in the shadow of their sovereign. This is how it should be. There is no other way." Henri ever so slowly withdrew, a measure at a time, and each time he'd expose what he'd protected he applied a kiss there to sustain the protection.. And each time he kissed her I kissed Girl as well. Her lips and nose, her eyelids and teeth and her ears.
Henri silently rose and went to the windows, our beloved and shared treasure abundant and coveted. He'd turned and now stood sentinel to God's creation before him and His creation behind him.
I silently rose, Girl leading me hand-in-hand until I'd assumed Henri's position at the edge of the bed. "Please, Cully, don't make me wait. I've wanted you so much. Please, Cully, please, Cully, please, Cully, come to Katie-Girl." She parted her thighs and brought them to an even plain. "I love you, Cully."
I easily resisted the urge to look there for proof of their coupling.
I easily resisted the urge to imitate our papa and bring her ankles to my shoulders.
"I love you, Cully." Her eyes. My God, her eyes.
"I don't know if I can last ver..."
"Sssssshhhhhh, my darling. Girl doesn't care. She just loves her Cully. She'll love him until there are no more tomorrows. Come in Katie-Girl, Cully, come in your Katie-Girl."
I'd like to tell you I was a mirror image of my papa in his a en, his endurance, his power, his grace, his method, but, I will not lie. No. I followed our papa's insemination of my wife with my own after a half dozen strokes. No more. Her softly whispered epitaphs into my ear at the moment of my crisis I shall take to my grave.
I carefully lifted and rolled to her right side, her half closed eyes tracking my every movement.
"Ah, my children, they sleep now. It is nap time." Henri took from under his bed a quilt, opened it and carefully covered us with it. "Papa will be here when you awaken. I will not leave. Je promets, mes pe s enfants."
"Qui, papa." Her. The sandman fast approaching.
"I love you, papa." Me.
Once again Girl and I were side-by-side, both of us topless, exhausted from fun and frolic and fast asleep. And once more we were under the protection of our family.
and how many of those black man who participate in these cuck activities end up dead or in jail when the white man has planned this get away from his wife and to put another black man in jail cause he was to busy thinkin with his ?
What spawned this nuclear attack on the whitemans psyche?
Just giving my man Cully some good reading materialWhat spawned this nuclear attack on the whitemans psyche?
Hey SAWM's
Kool this thread is WAY the over the line.
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