Peter and Pam get Married

Pamela, known to everyone as just Pam, had always been a quiet, reserved kind of girl whose over-protective parents had discouraged her from taking risks, doing anything with a possibility of danger which for her parents included taking too great an interest in the opposite sex. As a consequence, growing up she had little contact with boys and so only had her imagination and fantasies to provide her with pleasure. However, contrary to outward appearances and demeanour, she was a wilful child and knew that she only had to bide her time before she got her own way and was free to do as she pleased.

Her parents were fearful, rightly so due to their parenting, that when she reached adulthood she would be ill-equipped and vulnerable to the attentions of men but nevertheless had no answer when Pam announced that she would be going on to higher education and fleeing the nest once she had graduated High School.

University was to confirm her parent's fears when Pam met Peter, a fellow freshman who was much like herself, not very worldly-wise, a little shy, and under-confident. It had taken him a while to summon up the courage to ask her for a date, indeed several tries before she had agreed to go out with him, and it wasn't until a second date that he became even braver and got to kiss her.

It was after that second date that Peter felt something that he had never before experienced, that he was a man in control that for the first time in his life here was someone, or so he thought, was willing to be subservient to him. It was a revelation and it did his self-esteem a power of good so he asked her to marry.

He was not aware that she had her own agenda when she accepted his proposal,

Pam, was by no means what would be regarded as 'good looking'. She was slightly taller than average, slim with a non-descript hairstyle, small-breasted (maybe an A cup), braces on her teeth and she wore horn-rimmed glasses which completed the impression she must be some kind of a bookworm rather than being a young woman who was seething with passion inside waiting to let it all out. When Peter had finally kissed her goodnight after their second date, it was she who had stuck her tongue into his mouth, and it was then he got the impression she might be more willing than her outward appearance suggested.

With that in mind, Peter had gone back to his student digs, wondered about the French kiss she had given him, and stroked himself to a pleasing climax thinking about what it would be like once subsequent French kissing progressed to sexual intercourse (something which he had yet to encounter). His wanking was enhanced by viewing pornography on his computer for in his limited experience the internet provided many pointers as to what fucking a woman must be like.

Pam went back to her dormitory room and with the memory fresh in her mind of feeling Peter's swelling erection through his trousers when they kissed, she once again abused her pussy until she had an equally satisfying orgasm.

As their relationship started to blossom, Peter delighted in having someone who was compliant with his every suggestion, like where to go and eat, what movies they would go see, and what routes to take when, at his suggestion, they took long walks. It was on such a walk in a secluded woodland that Peter had hesitantly put his hand on her breast the first time and he was delighted, albeit a little taken aback, when she had reacted favourably and had swarmed all over him in heated passion.

He decided to push his luck a little further and lowered his hand, lifted the hem of her short skirt, and sought out her panties. She then shocked him in two ways. Firstly, she had prepared herself for this moment by deliberately not wearing any panties; secondly, she asked him if he had brought condoms along.

Peter, who liked to believe he was the one in control, said that he had and so that night in the secluded woods his erect penis became the first to penetrate her pussy; a cock that she had long prepared herself for by many nights of lonely masturbation.

Despite her experiences with dildos, vibrators, or any other penis-shaped vegetables or objects, feeling his stiff cock had initially hurt a little when he had forcefully thrust into her and in the seclusion of the woods had brought tears to her eyes and she had sobbed a while before he grunted out his climax.

Peter was apologetic, albeit that he was impressed at how quickly she had succumbed to his intention to fuck her thinking it only went to prove his superior Alpha status. He was also pleased with his performance and, just like he had seen on the internet, how easily it was to have an orgasm and also that he had finally filled that condom that had been tucked in his wallet for a long time waiting for this occasion. However, her tears and sobs were really a ruse on her part to gain his sympathy for in truth they were tears of joy at having experienced such a terrific orgasm bought on by being filled with her first real cock.

But she didn't tell him the reason for her apparent distress, instead, she made her own apologies and said that she would like him to do it again and that she 'would do better next time'. With that she dropped to her knees and, to his surprise, for she seemed such an innocent girl, Pam went down on him for the first time.

She peeled off the condom (which contrary to Peter's opinion was only half-filled) quickly tied it off and tossed it into the undergrowth. With the knowledge that she had gained from her own research she sucked his softening cock into her mouth to get him hard again (it was something she'd often seen via the internet of girls doing to boys and had also practiced many times with her toys).

It took no time at all before he was hard once more (which also impressed him) but he had a moment of self-doubt when he had to confess that he had only brought the one condom along and became a little deflated to think that the chance of a second fuck without protection was going to be denied. He perked up when she said, "Don't worry, I've got a packet of 3; our Dorm has a dispensing machine."

She quickly produced a foil wrapper out of her bag, tore it open, and proceeded to roll it onto his hardening cock. She lay back down on the grass and opened her legs and it was at that point that Peter knew this was the woman he wanted to marry. A woman who seemed to be prepared for any eventuality; to let him be the boss, a woman who was prepared to drop her panties at his slightest command.


Pam's middle-class parents were a little surprised at the sudden turn of events and it was their belief that they had made an error in allowing their only offspring to have her freedom so soon. However, they knew there was no point in protesting given their ******** was now legally 'an adult' and they recognized that beneath that shy exterior that she was a wilful child who no longer heeded their advice.

Neither was there any point in adding that they really didn't approve of her choice of husband. On the few occasions they had met him it seemed he was quite unsuitable and had a high opinion of himself that was quite unjustified. No matter, there was nothing to be done or said and they had attended the short civil marriage ceremony and with forced smiles wished the happy couple well and as a mark of their affection given them a sum of money to be 'spent wisely'.

Peter's parents, on the other hand, were delighted that their only son had bagged himself such a catch (especially his builder father who had always harbored doubts that his 'effeminate boy', in his opinion, would ever prove 'he had it in him'!) Indeed, their delight was so great that the builder's father insisted that he would pay for the honeymoon and followed with the suggestion that the newly-weds might follow their example and go to the Canary Islands where the builder's father and his mother had spent many a happy holiday.

Peter prior to going to university and meeting Pam, had been with his parents on some of those holidays and agreed with the suggestion that the island of Grand Canaria would indeed be a grand place to honeymoon. He didn't share the reason behind his enthusiasm but it was based on the few occasions when he had been able to escape his parent's attention and had observed naked bodies further along the beach from where they had sat. His voyeurism had been further advanced when he returned home and gained additional knowledge from his internet porn trawling that confirmed Grand Canaria had a culture of nudism coupled with the sandy beaches and sand dunes that encouraged such activities.

Without asking her consent he declared that it was to Grand Canaria that they would take themselves to complete their nuptials. Pam (who was also aware of the reputation of the resort from her own internet trawling) was more than happy to accept that advice and to be told by her 'Alpha husband' of where they would be going.

So it was that soon after the wedding day they flew off to the Canary Islands and stay at a hotel close to the world heritage site of Maspalomas.


That first day that they had gone walking along the beaches by their hotel, Peter was delighted to have his expectations confirmed and to see many young women going topless and, when he squinted his eyes to look further along the beach in the distance, was sure that there were girls even without their bikini bottoms. He had a hard time suppressing his reaction to the visions.

Pam likewise could see evidence of naked flesh and she felt a little self-conscious that she didn't have a more fulsome figure to compete with the sight of nubile young females that assailed their view in every direction. Peter 'suggested' that she might like to go topless too but in a rare act of defiance, she refused his wishes reminding him, if he needed any reminding, that she wasn't particularly well-endowed and that, in her opinion, her exceedingly long nipples wasn't a particularly attractive feature.

Peter didn't entirely agree and thought that her prominent nipples only accentuated the smallness of her breasts and to prove his point was pleased to note as they walked along the beach, to see beneath her bikini top her nipples starting to stiffen more and more. He guessed (hoped?) what might be arousing her was the sight of so many young white women acting so freely with no inhibitions about their nakedness (or was it also the naked men that could be seen?). He further hoped that after a day or two in the company of so many nudists that she would relent and join in.

In truth, Pam was excited, not so much the frolicking naked girls but rather seeing the young black men who patrolled the beach selling their wares, sunglasses, silk wraps, sunblock (which they offered to apply!), and all manner of goods. From what little she had learned during their short time, they were most probably immigrants from nearby Mainland Africa who were scratching out a living but, whatever their reason for being there, she could not help herself and admire the muscular black bodies and speculate on the pleasure that might come from having sun lotion applied by those strong black hands.

Such were her thoughts as they wandered along the shoreline and looked at girls, some of whom she guessed were well under 18 years of age, who were in the company of these black men, splashing and playing around in the water, or seeing the same black men as they wandered off the beach to sell their wares to whoever might be in the sand dunes behind.

It was on their return to the hotel that the reality of what these black men might be providing came when, as they passed by a track into the dunes, a young blond girl came running out and almost bumped into them. She hadn't seen them as her attention was focused more on trying to pull her bikini back into place. As they were apologizing to each other for causing an obstruction, a black man emerged from around the dune, carrying in one hand a frame which displayed a variety of sunglasses for sale and, in his other hand, his swimming shorts.

Pam Hardy noticed either the sunglasses or the swimming shorts, rather she was transfixed by the sight of the man's huge black cock, glistening wet and semi erect.

The blond turned around to likewise focus on the dripping cock, gave a laugh, and yelled at the man something about seeing him tonight back at the hotel. She returned her eyes back to Pam and Peter and gave them a knowing smile and a wink before continuing her run down to the sea where Pam guessed, she would be washing off the cum that she had also noticed was coating the inside of her thighs.

The black man pulled on his shorts and continued his patrol of the beach; Pam and Peter went in the opposite direction back to the hotel and 15 minutes later Peter had Pat's legs up in the air and was fucking her like never before. To say that Peter (with his 6-inch cock) was aroused by what they had just witnessed was nothing to what Pam was thinking as she was trying to imagine that it was the black man's much larger cock that was trying to satisfy her!

Until that day, Pam thought, despite all her internet research, that all men's cocks must be similar and a penis didn't get much bigger than what Peter had between his legs. Now, she knew better and as Peter was trying to bring her to an orgasm, all Pam could think about was that giant black cock she had seen at the beach.

As she recalled the sights of the cum dribbling from the cock and the same cum running down the legs of the blond, it was no stretch of the imagination as to what they had been doing in the dunes. With that vision in mind and the very idea of that black cock fucking that white pussy was just what was needed to bring on the best orgasm she had ever experienced.

Afterward, as they were both trying to catch their breath, it was Peter who had brought up the memory of seeing the young blond girl and the black man and how she did not seem to be in the least bit embarrassed about being seen with him.

Pam agreed that it was most refreshing to be confronted by such a lack of inhibitions but added as an aside, "Did you see the size of his thingy, his penis?"

Peter was taken aback by her interest but conceded, "Yeah, he had a big one, I'll give you that much."

"I wonder how much that hurt her when he put that in her."

Again Peter was surprised that his wife even said such a thing. but when she started toying with his cock again, he suspected that she might be still thinking about the black guy and he started to have thoughts of his own based on 'internet porn' which he had previously viewed. He articulated his thoughts by saying, "Pammy, would you ever think about letting a guy with a cock that big come near you, a black guy?"

She was unable to answer him for at that moment her mouth was filled with his cock but Peter felt her reaction to the idea as she began to lightly bite on the head of his cock and allowed him to face-fuck her without protest.

They fucked twice more that afternoon, with both of them making comments about what they had earlier witnessed on the beach. Peter thought he, as an Alpha male, had made a pretty good job of satisfying his wife but Pam, though still playing the part of being a submissive female, wanted more. With the vision of a black cock in mind she requested Peter (whose cock was by now quite limp) to go down on her and try to satisfy her once more with his mouth. He was unfamiliar with being told what to do by his wife but, nevertheless, he obliged.

After having spent the afternoon sharing a series of satisfying orgasms, Peter, although by now feeling quite tired and spent, decided to reassert his authority and take back control. He said that they should now both share the bathroom and shower together.

Pam made no objection, indeed, it was just the sort of intimacy that she had in mind and so, still naked, they stepped into the wet room and she turned on the tap. With the water then cascading down upon their sweaty bodies Pam soaped up her hands and very deliberately reached down and ran her soapy hand over his limp, tender cock. Peter liked that and groaned his approval. As he began to stiffen once more she simply said, "Yes."

"What did you say?"

"I said, yes, I would let a black guy with a big cock come near me," she said with a giggle.

Peter paused his groaning for a second and then he remembered his question while they had been in bed.

"Really, you mean you would let a black guy with a big cock try that with you?"

She looked him in the eye; he looked at her smiling face and then down at her petite breasts. Her nipples were sticking out and appeared to be as hard as his cock had become under the touch of her soapy hands. He caressed her and checked that it was so and suspected that his wife was highly aroused with thoughts of being fucked by that black cock.

That she must be having such thoughts did not distress him. (Indeed, 'interracial' had often been a category that he sought out whenever he had been trawling the internet in the times before he became a married man, and his favorite videos had been those where the white hubby had invited a black man to fuck his compliant white wife.)

He paused his fondling of her wet breasts and stiff nipples and tilting his head to one side and carefully choosing his next words said, "Given the chance, and knowing that I was okay with it, would you really do it with a fellow as we saw on the beach?"

Pam, who was very conversant with how to play up to his inflated ego, held his gaze, fluttered her eyelids in what she hoped was a sign of her 'subservient nature', and said, "But only if you wanted me to."

She gave emphasis to her reply by resuming to wank his soapy throbbing cock and Peter, as he mulled over how he had easily had got her to agree to participate in a favorite fantasy, responded with another groan and spurting of his spunk as she bought him to another glorious orgasm.


The following day after a late breakfast, Pam and Peter returned to the beach where they hoped to see what they still couldn't quite believe what they had witnessed the previous day (but both were hoping that one way or another the experience could be repeated!)

They came to the sign that advised to continue beyond was to enter a naturist area and, to prove it, began passing-by sunbathers of both sexes who watched their passage with mild interest. Conscious that they were being observed they continued their walk and reached the point along the beach where they had previously encountered the blond and the black man; they were a little disappointed not to catch sight of either.

The beach was quite busy with couples and some families lazing around on towels and beneath sun umbrellas but Peter's disappointment soon turned to embarrassment when some of the naked sunbathers showed that they were more than a little irritated by having two clothed strangers wandering in their midst. Peter quickly identified the cause of their irritation, "Pam, we need to take off our swimming costumes …!" he hissed as he pulled down his shorts, ".. come on, get that costume off!"

Pam, who maintained the impression of being a subservient wife, didn't hesitate, she quickly pulled the straps of her one-piece from her shoulders and stepped out of the garment as it fell to her ankles. She gathered up the costume and stuffed it into her beach bag together with her husband's shorts and looked around to check that their presence was now less annoying to the other naked people that surrounded them. She was gratified to note what she believed to be a few admiring glances being pointed in her direction.

Naked, Pam presented a somewhat different sight to the other females around. Whereas the majority were well-proportioned, clean-shaven, with curves and bosoms in all the right places, she was tall, a bit 'straight up and down', small tits and a pussy that was hidden from view by a luxurious but trimmed covering of pubic hair … but very attractive nonetheless.

Peter, meanwhile, thought as most men do, that he was 'God's gift to women' and, as he attempted to maintain his dignity by standing proud, he would not have been happy to know the thoughts of most who were looking on amusedly that they saw a wimpy bloke with thinning hair, a skinny frame and a stubby cock that was nestled in a thatch of hair below a pot-belly. No, Peter was definitely not as attractive as he believed himself to be.

What also was not so attractive was that the pair of them, who had never before been naked in the sunshine, both displayed expanses of white flesh where previously a costume had decorously covered the delicate parts.

Peter recognized this and said, "Come on, I think we need to find a spot where we can work on getting a tan …." (albeit, his real intention was to find a spot where they could settle down and hopefully observe what they had witnessed the day before), " … let's go off the beach and up into the dunes. That seems to be where most people are heading."

He led the way up the path between the dunes and Pam dutifully followed behind and tingled with anticipation at that what they might find away from the crowded beach. The tingling was soon justified when they crested the ridge, descended the downward path, and there to one side in a shallow was a couple whom they recognized as staying at their hotel, who were engaged in mutual masturbation. They nodded their recognition as Pam and Peter passed by but made no effort to stop what they were doing.

They continued on and in the next dip in the sand, there was another couple who had progressed beyond masturbation and were indulging in full-blown sex. They did not recognize either of them due to the couple fucking in the missionary position and from Pam and Peter's point of view, they couldn't see the faces, only the guy's backside and his rampant cock plunging into her spread pussy beneath him.

They walked by trying to avoid tripping over the outstretched legs only to have another obstacle to their progress at least three other guys who were standing around wanking their equally stiff cocks as they enjoyed the spectacle of the rutting couple on the ground. None of them paid any attention to the open-mouthed couple passing by.

Another dip in the dunes and with no one in occupation Peter said, "This looks like a good spot." Pam nodded her agreement and from the beach, Bag pulled out a towel which she spread out for them to sit on. It wasn't very big and Peter inwardly cursed himself for not having thought about that aspect of their comfort before they left the hotel. Pam was equally annoyed with herself that she hadn't been thinking straight either. Neither of them admitted their guilt to each other, preferring instead that the other, for what it was worth, take the blame.

However, their dilemma of where to sit was solved when, out of nowhere, appeared one of the black beach boys who had a swathe of brightly colored fabric throws draped over his shoulder. Peter and Pam were a little startled at his sudden appearance but they were not to know that the black boy had long noted their arrival at the beach and had been following them at a discrete distance awaiting his opportunity to sell his wares … and provide whatever else they may desire.

He made an elaborate gesture of taking one of the throws from his shoulder and waved it in the air so that it opened out to reveal the colorful design. The action caused the short kaftan-like cloak he was wearing to rise up so that in addition to revealing the pattern of the throw, it also revealed that he was wearing no underwear. Pam and Peter gasped to see his floppy big cock dangling and waving side to side before the black boy eventually spread the throw on the ground and invited Pam to lay on it to test its comfort.

Peter nodded his approval and Pam, still with her eyes locked on the black boy's groin, scrabbled to sit in the middle of the carpet. Black boy discarded the other throws from his shoulder and knelt down beside her and with his knees spread wide made a show of smoothing the fabric to spread it evenly and get rid of kinks. In truth, this was a pure charade for he had seen the look in her eye and interpreted (correctly) that she was more interested in getting closer to his cock (as did most of the ladies he encountered on the beach during his daily rounds). He obliged Pam by positioning himself so that as he pretended to rearrange the carpet his slowly stiffening cock was well in reach of her hand.

He chatted away extolling the virtues of the fabric, its quality, the bright colors, the intricate pattern; Pam heard nothing of it, she was spellbound by seeing the black cock slowly swell and seemingly come to a life of its own as it stiffened and began to throb in front of her. She tore her eyes away for a moment to see if Peter was sharing the same view and thoughts. He was and he, once again, nodded his approval which she took as a signal that she should reach out.

The black boy was not surprised as she touched him, it was what he was expecting (in his experience all the white ladies reacted the same) but he was amused when she groaned when she saw and felt the size of his cock when he pulled off his kaftan. Now naked as they were, he shuffled forward on his knees, and with him being perfectly positioned she instinctively opened her hot wet mouth and tried wide enough to take in his large cock head.

He gave a groan to indicate his approval and then looked up to see that Peter was standing there also making noises that suggested he had no objection to what he was seeing his wife doing, he also emphasized his approval by wanking his own stiffening cock. The boy smiled to himself and remembered what his father had once told him, " .. that this is what white women come to the islands for so enjoy yourself and make damn sure the white woman gets satisfied and they have a holiday that they will remember!"

Pam quickly dismissed Peter from her mind and congratulated herself that her devious plan was coming to fruition. Peter might think that he was 'in charge' but in truth, he was only doing what she wanted him to do … and what she wanted to do, for starters, was to take the head of this black cock into her mouth.

It was more difficult than she had anticipated. Heaven knows she had practised enough with various objects before she was married, fruits and vegetables and the like, but this plum- headed monster was something else and she began to have doubts that it might be beyond the capacity of her rosebud mouth. The black boy sensed her uncertainty and took the initiative and put his hands in her hair, pushed forward, and to her surprise began to fuck her face. As he got more confident and comfortable, she let him take charge and soon about three inches found its way into her mouth.

She became accustomed to the invasion and out of the corner of her eye she could see Peter standing there furiously wanking his cock as he surveyed the scene. What she couldn't see was behind her on the other side of the blanket, that she had already attracted the attention of two other men and they were, like her husband, stroking their cocks as they enjoyed the tableau.

A few minutes passed and although Pam was enjoying this new sensation of being serviced by such a formidable penis there came the reality of her being choked and she started gagging and knew she couldn't take much more. The black boy was sympathetic and with his father's words ringing in his ears (plus he was getting close to cumming) he had pushed her head away, took her arm, and guided her to lay back on the blanket before shuffling around so that he was kneeling between her outstretched thighs.

It was then that he had a suspicion that… this white woman must not have been fucked much or, if she had, that the cock that had been fucking her didn't amount to much.

He glanced over to the man wanking (who he guessed was her husband), saw what he was stroking, and smiled to himself as he began to worm his cock into her very tight cunt.

Pam, although she was mentally ready for the assault, was initially confounded by the size of the black monster probing between the hairy lips of her pussy and kept tensing up as his cock kept trying for entry. She looked toward Peter for reassurance that she was doing the right thing but he seemed to be in some kind of trance as he stood there slowly wanking.

The black boy said, "Don't worry about him missus, dem men like to see der white wimmin get fucked by black cock, you be doing him favor…"

Pam came back to reality when he said that, let her legs relax, and the fat purple plum and about two inches popped into her cunt. She took a deep breath and finally looked into the boy's eyes, giving him a smile that encouraged him to push another inch into her body.

It felt divine but, again, reality hit when she become conscious that they were fucking bareback and she remembered she hadn't taken her pills for the past couple of days. She tried to push him away, but as another inch made its way into her pussy and the pleasure level went up another notch, any thoughts that pregnancy might result were forgotten and she was fast losing any desire to end the fuck.

Her pussy was now becoming saturated with pleasure-induced lubricant and the size of this black boy's cock was no longer an issue as he steadily got into a fucking rhythm. It was a totally new experience for her to be so completely filled and although she knew she ought to get him to stop and put a condom on, the thought of him withdrawing that beautiful cock and spoiling the bliss she was feeling overrode what would have been a commonsense decision. Indeed, she double-downed and hissed in his ear to 'fuck harder' in the hope he would fill her up more.

Peter was similarly feeling delighted as he witnessed what was one of his ultimate fantasies being made real in front of him. Previously, he had never believed for one moment that this scenario could ever occur in his mundane existence but figured it had come about and was all due to his dutiful wife doing what he, the alpha male, had expected her to do. He also had fleeting thoughts about the black boy fucking his wife bareback and the risks involved but he dismissed those when he recalled seeing her contraceptive pills in her toilet bag.

However, that thought of her becoming pregnant was another part of his fantasies and his stroking hand stroked a little faster and tipped him over the edge; his cock erupted with a spurt of cum that almost hit his wife and her black lover who were both moaning with ecstasy on the blanket before him. He closed his eyes and kept stroking his cock as more and more cum shot out and soaked into the sand.

Pam felt her husband's cum splash onto her body but gave no sign other than her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt the rest of the black boy's cock invade her body and for his balls to slap against her bum. Never before had she felt anything so big in her pussy before as she succumbed to the feeling and with each thrust her body was racked with orgasm after orgasm. She felt his cock spasm and opened her eyes as she felt the first shot of cum erupt inside her; she looked down as he began to withdraw and in the process several more pulses of cum shoot onto her gaping vagina and up onto her stomach and at that moment Pam felt a moment of complete satisfaction coupled to a realization of what had so far been missing from her marriage.

She had never been fucked that way in her brief marriage with Peter and she wasn't sure how she should react to this stranger. She looked up at Peter who was still standing, dumbstruck, with his deflated cock dribbling cum onto the sand, she turned her head to the other side and the two other watchers were continuing to sport and stroke their erections. If she could have read their minds it would be to hear that they harbored a hope that after the black boy had departed the scene that they might get a turn. They were disappointed when instead of showing signs of wanting more than she started running her hands over the black boy's back to show her appreciation for the fucking he had given her and that she was already satiated.

The black boy pulled out completely and his cock flopped onto her tummy and he smiled when her face indicated she was well satisfied and recalled what his father had told him about making sure ' .. to leave dem white wimmen satisfied'.

He carefully raised himself up and his wet dribbling cock traced a path down her equally wet pussy as he lifted up onto his knees. She shuddered at the touch of his slowly leaking cock as it rubbed against her protruding clit but otherwise did not move, still trying to catch her breath as she laid spread-eagled on the blanket .

Peter had backed away from the blanket knowing that the black boy had shot his cum into his wife but comforted by the thought that her contraceptive pills had accompanied them on their honeymoon. He was still caressing his now deflated cock but having just witnessed this young boy thoroughly satisfy his new wife ('much better than he could', he was forced to admit to himself) in his jumbled mind this was a justification and an example of him being a considerate husband.

Pam slowly ran her hands over the black boy's back, she whispered loud enough for him to hear, "That was fucking fantastic!"

That was what the black boy was hoping for, that he had provided satisfaction. His response to her as his cock began to regain some of its firmness was short and sweet, "20 Euros."

"What?"

"20 Euros … for de blanket, You must give me 20 Euros."

She looked across to her husband who was still holding his cock; Peter looked equally confused as he grasped the reality that this young man had no real interest in his wife other than providing a convincing selling pitch for his beach throws.

The black boy stood up, retrieved his kaftan and draped the remainder of his stock of blankets over his shoulder and held out his hand to take the note that Peter had found in his backpack.

Transaction completed, the black boy wandered off to find other customers for his 'goods'. He was followed at a discrete distance by the two voyeurs who had in their own way enjoyed watching his performance and, as always, hoping that the next sales pitch would somehow involve them more than just standing by wanking their cocks.

Peter and Pam were left in a state of utter confusion as to what had just happened (correction: so easily happened). In a short space of time they had both had their most innermost and secret fantasies fulfilled and each was under the impression that they had somehow, personally, engineered the situation. However, neither admitted that to the other or took responsibility, rather they just accepted that they had found a whole new way of getting satisfaction and knew that married life would never be the same again.

They gathered up their things (including the new blanket) and returned to the hotel where Pam figured that she needed to reaffirm that Peter, despite his shortcomings, was the only love in her life. To do so, once they had gotten back to their room, she gave Peter a sucking to help him take his mind off that afternoon fucking she had received in the dunes.

Peter, responded and once she had got him hard, she lay back on the bed and invited him to fuck her 'just like that black boy did'. Peter knew it was a tough call for him to be climaxing so soon after his own orgasm earlier on the beach but he did as she asked and pushed his stiff dick into her still wet pussy knowing just why it was so wet. It felt good and he quickly got into the rhythm and soon added his own sperm to that which was floating around within her ravaged cunt. (Knowing he was most probably having a hard time cumming for a second time, she faked having an orgasm to make him feel like he was the man again!)


They did not see the young black boy again but that was not a problem for there were others who patrolled the beach. Over the remainder of their honeymoon they returned to the dunes and there they 'purchased various goods' from the itinerant sellers. Pam gladly accepted offers of having Aloe Vera sun lotion being applied by black hands to her back knowing that she would be asked to 'turn over lady' and for the lotion to be massaged into her breasts and stiffened nipples; for the lotion to be dribbled onto the seller's cock and for her to be invited to similarly rub the slick cream around and over the stiffening penis. She didn't need to look at her masturbating husband to know that it was inevitable that once the seller's cock had been bought to perfection that she would soon receive another delightful fucking by a black cock and that, as previous, there would be those other white guys standing around observing the 'sales pitch'.

So it was that over the remainder of their Canary Island honeymoon that in addition to the blanket, on a daily basis bottles of sun screen, an air mattress, two pairs of sunglasses and an inflatable ball were purchased from different beach sellers with each transaction concluding with the introduction of another black cock into Pam's, by now, insatiable pussy.

She no longer looked toward her husband for any indications of his approval whenever a seller hove into view, they both knew that, in their own way, they were about to receive gratification, her being fucked by another black cock; him by being a witness alongside other voyeurs to seeing his wife being so used. (Peter had another pleasurable line of thought, as he stood there wanking he would also be anticipating when they later got back to their hotel he would have the enjoyment of fulfilling another of his fantasies, fucking a well-used cunt filled with another man's cum.)


The honeymoon came to an end and the happy couple packed their bags (which included the packet of Antihistamine tablets that Peter thought to be Contraceptive pills) and returned home to begin their married life full of memories of a time well-spent in the dunes of Maspalomas. Both sets of Parent-in-Laws were most interested to hear how their holiday in the sunshine had worked out and they were all gratified to learn that the newlyweds had had a 'nice time' and that the recommendation of a holiday in the Canary Islands had been so well-received. Of course, neither of them went into too much detail of what they had been doing other than admitting to 'just lazing around on the beach and mostly sunbathing'. (Both Peter and Pam had become very adept at making up stories to explain away their somewhat secretive behaviour toward their parents.)

It was a couple of months later that Pam after missing her period suspected that the error of leaving her contraceptive pills at home when they went off on their honeymoon may be responsible the interruption in her regular cycle. A home test kit confirmed her suspicions and thereafter Peter and Pam over the next few months watched with great interest her steadily swelling belly and speculated who the child would look like.

The pair of them enjoyed Pam being pregnant not least of which for Peter that Pam's breasts finally began to fill out and that her nipples became even more prominent. For Pam's part she enjoyed the increased sensitivity and liked it when Peter kissed and pretended to suckle at her bosom; she really looked forward to when she would be doing it for real with her own baby.

Right on schedule, as had been predicted, a beautiful baby boy was born and the attending midwife made no reference (other than raising a querulous eyebrow) to the child being black, well, not completely black, more mixed race-ish, to two white parents.

Peter and Pam were not so surprised. Indeed, knowing how much black cum had been impregnated into her, they would not have expected anything else. Their only dilemma was coming up with a plausible excuse for the obvious difference in skin pigment when the birth would be officially announced and the baby revealed to friends and ******.

Pam favoured going along the line that sunbathing could be the cause, that making love in tropical places had been known to affect the colour of one's offspring.

Peter was not so convinced by that theory but thought that somewhere along his ****** bloodline there had been talk of an ancestor who had had a dalliance with black lady when he served overseas. According to Peter, it was a known fact that 'your DNA can be compromised for generations afterwards'.

Pam as she nursed and suckled the black baby on her prominent teats, was not certain that that explanation would be accepted by suspicious parents. Peter, who sat opposite her wanking, agreed it would be a difficult 'sell' but, whatever, they both agreed that they had had the best of times doing what they had been doing.

There was the other dilemma, that being how, once they had settled down to the new routine of being parents, where could they find black cock so that they could continue with their new found passion?

Peter reassumed his Alpha persona and told Pam not to concern herself, he was sure that the internet would provide the answer.