Wife's Wizard Neighbor

“We have a new neighbor.”

Stan stopped his breakfast and looked up at his wife, Wendy, who was gazing out the window. She was about six feet tall, with a voluptuous figure and cascading blonde hair and azure eyes that seemed straight out of a movie.

In his eyes, his wife always looked beautiful. Especially now, bathed in sunlight and wearing a Swedish bikini, she looked stunningly beautiful.

This feeling made Stan feel incredibly lucky every day, and today was no exception.

“What did you say?” he asked.

“Looks like our new neighbor is a Black man.”

“Oh, the house next door finally sold? Heh, maybe having a beautiful neighbor like you could have increased its value by twenty thousand dollars.” Stan joked with Wendy, standing up to stand with his wife at the window. “He’s big and rich; maybe he’s someone who likes to move around.”

The new neighbor was muscular and bald. He wasn’t doing any work himself; three other Black men were unloading boxes from a truck.

“You’re probably right,” she replied when the three workers finished. They bowed to the bald man and left.

*** *** *** ***

Stan was wrong. The next day, as Stan was flipping hamburgers on the outdoor grill, he encountered this tall black man.

"Hello," Stan said.

"Hello," the black man said, walking up to the fence.

"I'm Stan Mas," Stan introduced himself, shaking hands with the tallest man he had ever seen, while looking at his own normal-sized hand, swallowed by the black man's large hand. He was also the darkest black man Stan had ever seen.

"I'm Mopo Tanaka, Dr. Tanaka."

"Dr. Tanaka, where are you from?" the man asked with a heavy accent.

"Kenya, I'm a Maasai."

"What brings you to this country?"

"I'm taking a course at university to learn some new medical techniques to take back to our people."

"Only one course?"

"Yes, you can call it further education, and then I'll be going home."

This left a deep impression on Stan. This man had already bought a house here, and was only going to live there for three months. This guy was incredibly rich.

"Want to come in for a burger?" Stan found Morpo an interesting conversationalist.

"Do you have any hot dogs?"

"Sure, I can put some on the grill."

"I haven't had a hot dog since college."

"Wendy, get me two hot dogs from the fridge," Stan called out to the open window.

Soon, Wendy opened the sliding glass door, came out with two hot dogs on a paper plate, and walked down the porch. Morpo stared at the statuesque blonde beauty.

"Perfect," he said.

"What did you say?" Wendy asked. She was wearing an attractive business suit, a short skirt, high heels, and a jacket. The sunlight made her blue eyes sparkle.

"You look gorgeous."

"Ah… I think I should thank you," she said, blushing.

Stan frowned, but quickly shrugged and took the hot dogs from his wife. The black man stared at Wendy until she felt uncomfortable and went back inside.

“For a white woman, your wife is too tall.”

“Yes, she’s six feet tall even without heels.” Stan took food off the grill. “Let’s go inside. There are condiments on the table. I’ll get some drinks. Do you want beer?”

“No, milk or water will do.”

“Okay… I think we have some milk.”

“That should be enough.”

Wendy came downstairs, having changed into jeans and a t-shirt. The outfit clung tightly to her perfectly voluptuous body, outlining her alluring curves, especially around her hips and breasts.

“Mopo, here you go.” Stan said, handing him a glass.

“You can call me Dr. Tanaka or Your Highness.”

Stan and Wendy were both taken aback by this condescending attitude.

“Are you royalty?” Wendy asked.

“My brother is king, he governs many places.”

“Are you the tribal doctor?” Stan asked.

“I am the tribal shaman, you call them witch doctors.”

“Aren’t you a real doctor?”

“Shamans are the real doctors! Of course, I understand what you mean, I also have a medical doctorate. Wendy, what do you do?”

“I’m a lawyer.”

“Wendy is very modest, she graduated from Harvard last year and just found a job, Dr. Tanaka.” Stan wanted to curse this arrogant man before calling him “Your Highness.”

“Smart and beautiful.”

His gaze and comments made Wendy uncomfortable again, she tried to change the subject: “You don’t look like the African I’ve always imagined.”

“What do you mean?”

“Skin and bones, malnourished.”

“My family is of a higher rank than the average warrior.” Mopo finished his hot dog and milk: “I need to use the restroom.”

“The washroom is downstairs, on the right.”

Mopo got up and went to the washroom, took out his long penis to relieve himself. A damp women’s swimsuit hung on the shower curtain. "Foolish Americans, so easily providing him with what he needs." The muscular Black man grabbed a bikini bottom; the bikini was small enough to show off Wendy's alluring figure.

He looked inside the bottom, then looked again, and finally saw a small, curly pubic hair. Golden. Stan's swimsuit was simpler, and Moble quickly found a pubic hair. He wrapped his spoils in paper and stuffed them into his pocket.

Moble returned to the living room and saw Wendy already sitting next to Stan, with her husband gently embracing her.

"Are you healthy?" Moble asked abruptly. Before Stan could answer, the Black man added, "As long as Wendy answers."

"Very good, very healthy. He rarely feels unwell and exercises regularly. His family members all live long lives."

"Is that true?" he asked, pointing to her breasts.

Wendy was silent for a moment before saying, "That's none of your business."

"No, you're wrong. This will be of my business..."

"I think you should leave," Stan interrupted. He really disliked Moble's attitude.

"Wendy, you are absolutely a born superior woman, you should be with a born superior man."

Stan was furious: "You mean you?"

"Yes."

"You, like all black men, have a 12-inch penis and can last for hours?"

"Actually, in your inches, it's 13. And most black men are as small as you, but the Tanaka royal family has been superior for centuries in size, in intellect, and in sperm production. I believe your wife is the best recipient of my sperm. She's tall, excellent, and blessed with a good body." "

Get out of my house."

Dr. Tanaka was furious at the insult and perhaps should pay this skinny white man.

"I'll pay you ten thousand dollars in exchange for your wife."

"I said, get out."

"Very well." Mobo turned and strolled back to his house.

*** *** *** ***

Wendy stretched like a cat on her small bed in the yard, feeling comfortable in the sunlight. A bead of sweat trickled down her little exposed chest to the button on her abdomen. Dr. Tanaka suddenly appeared, startling her and making her wonder if she should scream.

"I've been watching you," he said.

It had been a week since Dr. Tanaka had last visited their home, and she hadn't seen him all week. Every morning, a limousine would pick him up to take him to school. He was almost completely naked, wearing only an Indian leopard-print belt. His chest heaved like a bodybuilder's. Mopo's skin was as black as charcoal, shimmering in the sunlight from his sweat.

"How long have you been standing here?" she asked.

"A quarter of an hour. You're absolutely gorgeous." The bikini was dark brown, small and tight, bulging her breasts.

The African's eyes widened. "Have you considered my offer?"

"I would never deceive my husband," Wendy said, determined to persuade the Maasai giant. "I understand you're not a local, but even so, you shouldn't be flirting with a married woman."

"Why? In my tribe, I can have any woman I want, and they've borne me twelve children. Their husbands consider it an honor to have the children of a superior man as their own."

"That's where you can't understand. This isn't Kenya. Now you can leave; my husband will be back soon."

"Oh? He's so useless. I'll give you one last chance."

Mopo untied his loincloth and set it aside. The loincloth, which had bound the man's enormous genitals, now dangled down to almost his knees.

"This is what will give your body pleasures your husband has never given you."

"My God!" she cried, watching the full, black monster sway back and forth like a giant black banana. She stared in astonishment at the thick, round thing. His glans and testicles were the size of small apples, even when flaccid, they were larger than her husband's when erect.

"You can suck it."

"Get out."

Mopo looked very surprised by her refusal—he had assumed she would serve him. His penis was even erect. "Remember this thing." He said, turning and leaving naked, running to the fence and vaulting over it.

Wendy stood up. "If you come back, I'll call the police," she yelled.

So arrogant, she thought, just because he had a… much bigger penis than her husband. Wendy shuddered. She hated those words. Just because he had a huge penis, did he think he had the right to do anything to women?

Wendy went back inside, feeling uncomfortable being outside in such a small bikini. She stopped in front of the mirror and noticed her nipples were very hard and prominent. It seemed the earlier situation had aroused her. How embarrassing.

*** *** *** ***

At that moment, Mopo went to the doll room in his living room. Three rag dolls were soaking in a filthy liquid in a glass. An elderly witch from New Orleans had given him the necessary ingredients to concoct this mixture. This old witch possessed powerful abilities; many of her spells required marijuana, and Morpo felt that using an anesthetic like alcohol was a drawback.

He took the Barbie doll from the glass and carefully dried it. Once dry, he applied a little glue to the doll's genitals and stuck Wendy's pubic hair on. He repeated the process on the Deacon doll, finally using his own pubic hair on a black Deacon doll.

Morpo wondered if the ritual would work. He placed the Barbie doll on the bed in the dollhouse, then drew an erect penis on the Deacon doll with a black marker before placing the Deacon on top of the Barbie doll.

Morpo stripped naked, his skin quickly blending into the darkness. He quickly ran to his neighbor's door and climbed over the fence. Soon he was swiftly scaling an old tree that offered him a perfect view of his neighbor's bedroom. It was a cold night, and their window had been broken.

Wendy was reading a document, but her husband's arrival drew her full attention. "Oh," she said, looking at something unusual about Stan. "What's going on?"

Stan walked in, erect, his penis pointing high at his navel button.

"I don't know," he replied. "It just suddenly became like this, and I didn't want to waste it."

"God, this is amazing," Wendy said, closing the binder. They turned off the light, and Mopo immediately heard Wendy's soft moans and her husband's cries. After a long period of moaning, she cried out, followed by Stan's cry—he had ejaculated. "

Oh, that's great," Wendy said. "Hey! You're still hard."

"I don't know why, but I think I can keep going," Stan said. The sounds of lovemaking drifted out of the window again.

Mopo jumped down from the tree and ran home, licking his index finger to wipe the penis drawn on the Dickon doll, then immediately returned to the tree. Hearing Wendy say, "Honey, that was amazing, I haven't had an orgasm like this in ages,"

Stan said, "I'm sorry," but "I don't know what's wrong with me."

For the next few days, Morpheus didn't bother the couple until Saturday. He knew Stan was going golfing that day, and Wendy wanted to sunbathe. Unfortunately, it was a cloudy Saturday, and Wendy's little bed was still empty.

Morpheus took off Barbie's clothes, dressed her in a bikini, placed the doll outside the dollhouse, and then went upstairs to wait by the window. He stood there like a statue until, fifteen minutes later, his sexy neighbor emerged in that tiny bikini.

Morpheus grinned. Going downstairs, he took a cinnamon stick from his wallet and lit it. Morpheus hated the material, but the old witch's curse on it could drive a person mad.

He took a deep drag (without inhaling), blew the smoke into the doll's body, and then extinguished the cinnamon.

*** *** ***

Wendy had no idea what she was thinking as she took off her bikini top. She always wished her entire body had a bronze tan, but today was a cloudy day, and she figured she'd better stay indoors and do some work. Even so, she really wanted to go outside and take off the top of her bikini.

She wasn't an exhibitionist; she only wore this tiny bikini in her own backyard, saving two more modest ones for public occasions. She hadn't been afraid of anyone seeing her in this bikini until Dr. Tanaka moved next door.

The image of the naked black man she'd seen last week, his erect penis, was permanently etched in her mind.

His penis was magnificent. She'd never been with a black man, nor with anyone other than her husband. She even felt apologetic towards the black doctor, despite his constant boasting about his sexual prowess; she figured no woman could resist his monstrous penis… unless, perhaps, his vagina was different?

She'd already taken off her bikini top, and the doctor was probably home, watching her. But she hadn't seen him since, so she wanted to risk being naked. Being

naked in public felt wonderful. She'd planned their next trip to the Caribbean, where they'd go topless, the contrast between her white and tan skin usually covered by bikinis creating a striking effect.

Wendy closed her eyes for a few minutes, then suddenly opened them. She looked down at her bare upper body, then at the bottom of her bikini. Why not take it off too? She untied the thin string on the side of her shorts, lifted her buttocks, and pulled them down, revealing her pubic hair.

She closed her eyes again, stretched out her exposed body, and thought about men's penises, mostly her husband's, but her neighbor's penis kept flashing through her mind.

Her right nipple hardened, standing about three inches erect. She looked at her nipple; it was hard, a little painful, and glistening with sweat, making it look very wet.

*** *** *** ***

Mobo stood at the window, holding a naked Barbie doll. He licked from the doll's nipple down to her genitals.

Outside the window, Wendy slowly writhed on her crib, opening her legs and then quickly closing them again. She quickly got up, grabbed her bikini, and ran into the house.

He assumed she had gone to masturbate. He went back to the toy room and played with Barbie and Deacon, changing their positions.

He bent Barbie's legs, placed her face between Deacon's thighs, and made them into a 69 position. He straightened Barbie's legs so she sat on Deacon's lap, and made her into a doggy-style position, occasionally picking her up to lick her breasts and genitals. Finally, he dressed Barbie in only bikini bottoms and put her in the dollhouse.

Night fell, and Stansfield returned home, while the black man safely slipped into their yard under the cover of darkness.

Wendy stood shirtless by the kitchen window washing dishes, her husband watching her with satisfaction and a smile.

Morpheus returned home with two dolls. While he was in Wendy's yard, he drew a penis on Deacon, though it was no longer necessary—Stan's shorts already had a small bulge. Morpheus pressed Barbie's head against Deacon's crotch and then secretly observed.

Wendy stopped washing the dishes and went to her husband's side.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're home." She knelt on the kitchen floor, stroking his erection. "I've been so excited all day, I don't know what's wrong with me."

Wendy quickly unzipped her husband's pants, grabbed his penis, and excitedly saw that it was the same size as last week, looking delicious. For the first time in her life, she put it in her mouth.

"Oh, fucking amazing," he exclaimed. "You've never done this before."

Wendy started moving her head back and forth, but then Mopo wiped the penis off the doll.

"What's wrong? Don't you like this?" Wendy asked, taking the now limp penis out of her mouth.

"No, it feels so good. I don't understand why. The feeling just disappeared."

"Let's go upstairs and see if I can bring the feeling back." Wendy took her husband's hand and went upstairs.

Mopo climbed a tree to spy. She took off her clothes, turned off the lights, and pinned her husband to the bed. He drew another penis on Deacon and heard her moans of pleasure. Not long after…

“God, you’re amazing,” Wendy groaned. “I’m going to die!”

With a laugh, Moble wiped away the penis. “I think you don’t need to do it again.”

Moble climbed down the tree and went home. He drew a limp penis on Deacon and placed it on the bed in the toy house. He waited until very late, until the couple should be asleep. He picked up Barbie again and licked her breasts and genitals, then placed her next to Deacon and put the black Deacon on top of Barbie.

*** *** *** ***

Wendy suddenly woke up from her dream, which quickly vanished. She couldn’t remember the dream’s contents, only that it was very exciting and steamy.

“Darling, come back to bed,” she sweetly called to Stan, who was in the bathroom.

Stans returned to the room half-dressed in his boxing shorts—he was usually naked before dressing. “We can’t do it anymore, we have to go to church.”

Wendy sighed. “When will we be back?”

“In a bit.”

Wendy was irritable and hot, unable to concentrate on the sermon. Her nipples were so hard they were showing through her bra. She squirmed in her chair, hoping the sermon would end quickly so her wetness wouldn’t soak her clothes and the chair. She desperately wanted to kneel before her husband and give him oral sex again.

When they got home, Wendy felt the curtains in Dr. Tanaka’s house moving, as if he were watching them. It wasn’t until they went into the bedroom and Stans asked her, “Hey, did you enjoy the afternoon?” that she forgot about the doctor.

Stans’s shorts were already bulging, and Wendy excitedly knelt down and took his erect penis into her mouth. In the past, his penis would have quickly turned into a limp worm.

His huge, hard penis was in her mouth, all the way down to her throat, and Wendy loved the feeling. She looked up, but instead of Stan who had been looking down at her, she saw Dr. Tanaka. She held her breath in fear.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you don't have to force yourself," Stan shook her.

"It might be a little difficult. If this continues, I'll have to see a doctor. Trust me, Wendy, it's not you going, it's me."

"I apologize too," she said, standing up. She couldn't forget the image of herself kneeling before that black man; the feeling haunted her all day, even in her dreams.

The dreams kept changing; sometimes she was being penetrated from behind by the black man, sometimes she was riding on his powerful penis. And throughout, Stan lay beside her with his limp, lifeless penis, not stopping them at all.

She had these dreams every night. In her sexual fantasies, Mopo had completely replaced her husband. Worse still, her nipples would often become hard and aroused, and her genitals would often become wet. She felt no excitement at all when she saw her husband's naked body—his penis was always small and soft.

*** *** *** ***

One Saturday, Mopper placed a topless Barbie doll on the crib outside the dollhouse, waiting for Wendy to appear. She emerged casually—without a shirt on. He placed a naked Deacon doll next to the Barbie, blew a puff of marijuana smoke at her, and made her lose her senses.

Mopper went to the next door. "May I come in?" he called.

Wendy jumped in fright, quickly covering her breasts with her arms.

"I don't think that's wise."

"I just wanted to talk, and I apologize for my previous behavior. I was just amazed by your beauty."

"That's fine, but please let me put my clothes on first."

"Don't be nervous. Marseille women never cover their breasts; we feel comfortable naked. I can come in and help you." Mopper took off his loincloth and threw it on the grass beside her crib.

She had been staring at his penis and soon readily showed him her breasts. He was pleased.

“It’s beautiful,” he said. “Lie here, don’t worry about cobras, snakes, or lions.”

“Your home sounds fascinating.”

“Yes.”

She looked at his penis, full and slightly erect. “Can I ask you a medical question?”

“Of course.”

“How much do you know about erectile dysfunction?”

“Your husband?”

She hesitated. “Yes, he’s always been very strange. Occasionally he’ll get an erection, but most of the time he’s unresponsive.” She choked back tears.

"Did this happen after I got here?"

"I think so, but what can I do?"

"Your husband was scared by me."

"That's hard to believe."

"Maybe I'm wrong, but I've seen it before. When a useless man meets a strong man, he usually becomes impotent. He keeps thinking about his wife having sex with this strong man, something he, a weak man, can't do." Mo Bo smiled, suddenly revealing his strong penis: "I've had this happen before, the woman was obsessed with me, but her husband was impotent." "

I don't think that's the problem," she said sarcastically, but the fact that she kept dreaming about the doctor frightened her.

"I've offended you. I'm leaving." He stood up so she could look up and see his long, swaying penis.

"I think you should leave." She couldn't take her eyes off his penis and imagine what it would look like when it was fully erect.

Mo Bo went back to his house, grabbed his Barbie doll and the Deacon doll, and went upstairs to a better spot. He started licking the Barbie doll's genitals and saw Wendy jump off the bed and start writhing. He stopped, placed the black doll's head against the Barbie doll's genitals, and observed.

On the small bed, Wendy spread her legs and shook her head. She stared at his house, unsure whether she was afraid or hoping he would appear.

Her hips swayed slightly, her fingers slowly moving towards her genitals. But when she realized what she was doing, she suddenly pulled back. She arched her back, opened her mouth, and quickly ran home.

Mobo smiled and stroked his chin.

*** *** *** ***

All week, Wendy fantasized about being with the black man, and dreamed about him every night. She began to wonder if she should reject him. The hallucinations grew bolder, and she became very excited. This week, she hadn't even seen her husband have an erection.

Friday night she had a very vivid dream, and she was sweating profusely. She had a strange taste in her mouth. All she could remember about the dream was giving Tanaka oral sex. Stansfield was snoring beside her, and Wendy was just hoping the doctor would come and talk to her again when he went out the next day.

*** *** *** ***

Morpo squeezed out the last bit of semen from his penis, looking at the splattered Barbie doll. His testicles had been storing up a lot since their last time they made love. He figured she was already prepared for tomorrow.

The next day, he stripped Barbie and Deacon naked and placed them together outside the toy house. Barbie was placed on the crib, her face pressed against the black doll's penis.

*** *** *** ***

Wendy emerged naked from the crib, not long after the black doll, wearing a loincloth, had come out the back door. He didn't even greet her, assuming she would let him in. He jumped over the fence and walked towards her.

"I think we can talk more," Morpo said, removing his loincloth so his penis was alluringly displayed before her face. This was the penis she had constantly fantasized about; she stared at it, licking her lips.

“I see you staring at my cock. Do you want to touch it?”

She wanted to do many things besides touch it, but she simply nodded, reaching out one hand to stroke the shaft and the other to support the testicles. The mere touch sent shivers of excitement through her body.

She grew more and more excited as the cock grew larger. The monster swelled a few more inches, becoming heavy and pointing directly at her mouth, as if commanding her to suck it. It was truly a foot long and as thick as her throat.

“Magnificent, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Absolutely.” Wendy was completely mesmerized by the enormous, black cock. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Now you understand why your husband is so insecure.”

“Hmm, I think I understand. Your cock is twice the size of his.” Wendy wanted to take it in her mouth, but that required his permission as royalty. She turned to kiss the glans, looking up at him.

“If you wish, you can serve my cock with your mouth.”

Wendy was unusually excited and quickly opened her mouth to take the head of the cock in. For the first time in weeks, she felt satisfied. She seemed to belong here, naked at his feet, sucking on his black scepter.

A few weeks ago, she wouldn't have done this with Stansfield, but now she was willingly sucking her arrogant black neighbor's 13-inch cock. Shameful. Stansfield was such a disappointment; he should have trained like Dr. Tanaka.

Wendy lubricated the glans with her mouth. She began licking the tip, then the entire glans, then the whole shaft. He gripped the shaft, pressing it against her face. She licked them, marveling at their size.

Wendy kissed it from head to toe, then took it into her mouth. It wasn't even a quarter of it when it reached her throat and nearly choked her.

She loosened her throat, taking in half, little by little.

She began thrusting her head rapidly, rubbing the part protruding from her mouth back and forth. Despite her efforts, he held on for a long time, almost exhausting her.

He had a premonition; besides his penis being larger than it had been a few minutes earlier, it felt like it was piston-like in her throat, and she felt her stomach move along with it. A hint of fear gripped her as she swallowed the semen; it felt like it was pouring down her throat. Tasting the semen flowing into her mouth, it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.

She writhed, swallowing the semen that dripped from her mouth. But he didn't stop; as he pulled from her throat, she frantically rubbed his penis, making sure every drop landed in her mouth. Suddenly, she screamed with extreme excitement, spraying the last ejaculate onto her face.

Wendy frantically rubbed her genitals with her other hand. After ejaculation, a wave of guilt washed over her, and in fear, she pulled away from his still-erect penis.

"What have I done? Tell me this was all a dream, my God! Stane…"

"You're too cowardly, but I understand. You couldn't control yourself; a Maasai's penis is hard to resist. I won't be naked in front of you anymore, but your oral sex skills are amazing, and I'll continue to let you serve me as long as you want."

Wendy watched him leave, then went home and cried. But the guilt didn't last long; by the weekend, she was already thinking about giving the black man oral sex again.

*** *** *** ***

Barbie sat in the chair, staring at a piece of paper for a whole week. It read: "I want to suck more black men's dicks, I want to eat more semen, I wish I could suck his whole dick, I love giving Morpheus oral sex, my husband is a useless man, he can't satisfy me with a strong dick.

" Morpheus didn't remove the doll until he came home from school on Monday. He undressed the doll and made her kneel at the feet of the black Deacon doll, blowing some marijuana smoke into them.

He saw Wendy come home from work through the window, wearing another dress and jacket. She stared at his house as she went into her room. Ten minutes later, his doorbell rang, and Wendy stood at his door in a bathrobe, looking troubled. She seemed nervous and unsure what to say.

“Your Majesty…Your Majesty, I want to give you oral sex again.”

“Is that alright? If you still regret it, then I don’t want to force you.”

“I won’t regret it anymore. I have to do it again. I promise I’ll do it better. I only have an hour, otherwise Stan will be back soon.”

“Then come on.” Mobo walked to his bed, spreading his legs wide.

“Take off your robe and crawl over here.”

Wendy took off her robe, and she knelt down naked from the waist down and crawled toward him. The thought of giving him oral sex again made her mouth water. “Can I play with it, Your Majesty?” she asked as she crawled between his legs.

“Yes, but you have to tell me what you’re thinking about when you play with it.”

Wendy fumbled for the buttons, unbuttoned her shorts, and pulled down the zipper. “I want to suck your cock so much, I’m so afraid I’ll never see it again.” Her hand approached his cock and pulled it out: “I love your cock, Your Majesty.”

“Continue.”

Wendy began her assault, licking it quickly before it entered her mouth. She was able to take in an extra inch today, swallowing all the semen.

But she didn't stop, continuing to suck hard with her lips until he was hard again. Wendy drank his second ejaculation, and thinking that time was running out, she loosened her robe and ran home, letting it flutter behind her. She hid the robe before Stansfield returned. Mopo saw everything from the window.

He still had Barbie sitting in the chair, looking at the note. Wendy would come over every day after work to give him oral sex, drinking a lot of his semen before going home. By the weekend, her lips could kiss his pubic hair, and she could take the whole thing in her mouth.

"You like having it in your mouth, so imagine what it feels like inside your body," he said as she walked out the door on Friday.

Stansfield didn't know why he only had frozen takeout and pizza to eat this week, nor why she said she wasn't hungry even though she hadn't eaten much.

*** *** *** ***

That night, Wendy was frantic.

"Imagine what it feels like inside your body?"

The question kept replaying in her mind.

She rolled over, dreaming that she was sometimes riding on Morpo's penis and being conquered by him, and sometimes kneeling in front of him in a doggy-style position. The dream showed all the rooms in her house—the kitchen table, the sofa, and everywhere else—she was having sex with Morpo.

Wendy experienced multiple orgasms in her dream. She woke up at dawn, still very aroused. Her lower body was wet from the orgasms and a little sore. She dreamed that Morpo had his penis fully inserted into her vagina.

*** *** *** ***

Morpo got up and took a shower. He kept adding new commands to the note Barbie was watching to pass the time while waiting for Stan to leave, and then cleaned Barbie's body afterward. The doll lay there, legs bent upward, and Morpo pierced a hole between her legs, watching the doll masturbate, letting copious amounts of semen spray onto it.

He had the black Deacon doll lie naked on the small bed. Then he drew a small black figure on Barbie's abdomen and straddled the black Deacon.

*** *** ***

Wendy walked naked into the yard, no longer bothered by her bikini. Mobo stood naked beside her bed. She had always fantasized about riding his penis; did he understand? Did he know she wanted to have sex with him?

"I hope you don't mind, Wendy. I saw Stan leave and thought we should start sooner."

"No, I don't mind."

"You can suck it now."

"Actually, I was wondering if you'd let me try it with my body? I know your penis is too big, maybe it'll be hard to find the right size, but I want to try."

"I've never met a woman my penis can't handle, although they're all nervous at first. You can give me oral sex and intercourse. Royals can orgasm a dozen times a day; if that makes you feel good, we can do it all day."

He spoke as if he'd been with hundreds of women; if she hadn't been so excited by his penis, she would have loathed him. "It feels so good," she said between his legs.

She sucked on his penis until it glistened and became erect again. She reluctantly pulled it from her mouth; her stomach was hungry, but her body was even more thirsty. She was now completely defenseless.

Wendy looked at his crotch, grasped his penis, and moved it towards her labia—a place no one but her husband had ever touched before. She closed her eyes, lowered her body, and felt her labia being forced open by the massive glans, stretched wider and wider than ever before. Just when she thought she was about to be torn apart, the glans plunged in.

Wendy remained squatting on the bed, slowly adjusting to him. She looked at Mobo's smiling face, then lay on his strong chest. She could see the base of his penis through her breasts. The fluid that had seeped in moistened his crotch and penis, making it easier for it to enter her. She had never known she could be so wet before. She sat on his penis, rotating her hips to lower herself further.

After five inches, she felt completely filled. This penis was much thicker than her husband's fully erect penis, which was covered in skin.

Her vaginal canal gripped his penis tightly, spasms making her even wetter. Halfway in, her breathing became heavy, the head of his penis teasing deep inside her, in areas never before reached. It felt wonderful, truly wonderful.

Wendy wanted his semen, so she began to cross her legs, thrusting up and down on his penis, more intensely than before. An orgasm came quickly, a sensation she had never experienced before. The orgasm she had received from her husband a few weeks ago was nothing compared to this—like a firecracker compared to a bomb.

"Ahhhhh!" she screamed, loud enough for her neighbors to hear.

The orgasm almost made her faint; her toes curled, her legs too weak to hold the position. She fell, the remaining part of Mopo's penis thrusting in all the way.

The pleasure and pain, the two sensations, made her truly faint.

When the pain subsided, Mopo was kissing her lips. She leaned forward, her large breasts pressing against his strong chest. Her vaginal canal embraced his entire penis. She could feel every fold, vein, and pulsation. Each spasm triggered by her heartbeat brought her pleasure. Her heart was racing, filled with pleasure. It all truly belonged to her.

Mopo lifted her slightly with his strong hands around her hips, kissing her as he thrust into her vagina. Wendy arched her back; she had another orgasm. He turned to kiss one of her breasts.

Wendy rode on top of him until her muscles ached.

"Do you know how much of an honor that was for you?" the black man murmured.

"I know." His semen was amazing; she felt like she was being thrown into a hot spring. The feeling was exaggerated, but incredibly powerful.

She lay on the grass, while Mopo remained on the bed. His semen-covered penis dangled on his thighs, soft, but still long and full.

"Incredible," she said, staring at his penis with reverence.

"Clean me up," Mopo said.

Wendy crawled toward him and put his filthy penis in her mouth, which quickly hardened again. She pushed it deep into her throat until he filled her stomach with hot semen.

He couldn't go ten rounds as he boasted, but after she gave him oral sex, they made love three more times. She got home before Stane returned, her knees stained grass green, the grass clinging to her body with semen.

Wendy hoped he would come again on Saturday, but she wouldn't always be so lucky. On Monday, she desperately wanted his penis, so she left work early to wait for Dr. Tanaka to return from school.

They made love until Wendy was afraid Stane would come home. She began to hate her husband for always forcing her away from Morpo's penis.

*** *** *** ***

Morpo confirmed that the large amount of semen he ejaculated had sprayed into the newly pierced hole on the doll's buttocks. He sat the doll back in the chair, looking at the following command on the note:

I am a slut who wants a black penis!

My body belongs to Mopo, he is my master, he can put his penis anywhere!

I am happy to serve him!

*** *** *** ***

Wednesday night, Wendy woke up from a violent dream, covered in sweat, craving his penis inside her ass.

Her anus felt a stinging sensation and was sweating profusely, as if it had been filled with semen.

What was wrong with her? First, she gave him oral sex, then committed adultery, and now she wanted anal sex. Wendy masturbated until she fell asleep. The difference was that this time she used her other hand to insert into her anus.

The pain was pleasurable for Wendy. Some of the tissue in her buttocks was already torn, which meant she was getting closer to anal sex. Mopo grunted and pushed the entire head of his penis in, stretching her anus even wider.

"Your Majesty, don't waste time," she groaned, "come in, I can take it."

Mopo pulled out and thrust in again, about eight inches in. Wendy screamed, trying to get rid of his penis, tears streaming down her face, but Mopo held her waist tightly.

A few minutes later she quieted down, but was still crying.

"Should I pull out?" he asked.

"No, Master. I want you to fuck my ass." Wendy didn't know where this "Master" came from; she just felt she should call him that. Mopo began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

"Fuck me, Master, fuck my ass, give me your black cock,"

Wendy continued to murmur. Near the end, she began to feel aroused, hoping her anus would fully expand to accommodate his penis. His semen acted like a placebo, relieving her pain and filling the vacuum created by the sudden contraction of his penis.

*** *** *** ***

"Hello, Stane. I think I should pay a 'courtesy' visit."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Stane said sarcastically.

"Of course, your address is fine." Mopo entered.

Wendy walked in, and Stan was puzzled by the excited look on her face when she saw the arrogant black man. "Dr. Tanaka, it's a pleasure to see you."

"Did something happen while I was away?"

"I still want ten thousand dollars for your wife." "

Get the fuck out of my house!" Stan yelled. "

Darling," Wendy interjected, "I suggest you accept his generous offer." "

What!?" "

That's right, Mr. Mars. My offer is generous. That money can buy a lot of livestock in Marseille. I've been having sex with your wife all week. She's no longer interested in the weak penises of white men. She's now obsessed with black penises."

Stan felt dizzy and his face turned pale. Wendy didn't argue with the black man.

"Honey, darling, is this all true?"

"Yes, Stane. I've given him oral sex, I've had sex, I've had anal sex. You can't satisfy me now. I'm obsessed with his huge cock. All I can think about is that thing."

"Mr. Maas, consider my offer. I need to go home and make a phone call. When I get back, I'm going to have sex with your wife in your bed."

That was enough for Stane. He was devastated, his legs giving way and he collapsed to the floor. He followed Wendy upstairs. She started getting ready, putting on makeup, fixing her hair, and then lay naked on the bed. Then she heard Stane's groan. "Wendy, I don't want you to do this."

"I have to, Stane. This is what I was born for."

"If you love me, then stop now."

Wendy just smiled at him sympathetically. After Morpheus entered the bedroom, she sat up on the bed, showing her ample breasts to the black man.

Morpheus was half-naked, and Stane's wife went over and unbuttoned his unbuttoned shorts.

"Wendy, stop," he cried. "God."

Wendy held the thing that looked like a black python. The black man's penis was enormous; he himself said it was 13 inches long, and he wasn't lying.

Stan even had murderous thoughts. He wanted to take the loaded pistol from the cabinet and give them both a bullet. But he wasn't a violent or irrational person. In fact, when Wendy wrapped her lips around the black man's penis, Stan's penis also became erect.

His penis felt so uncomfortable that he had to release it and stroke it. He was shocked when he saw his lovely wife swallow the black man's incredibly large thing into her throat.

A moment later, as the black man's orgasm approached, his wife jerked her head back, semen spraying out of her mouth, as if her mouth couldn't hold so much semen and was overflowing.

"Look, master, my husband is holding a little worm."

The black man just grinned at Stan, walked between Wendy's legs, and began to thrust violently. Wendy immediately responded with lewd moans. Seeing this, Stan's own penis unconsciously became erect. Then, in a very short time, he found himself ejaculating again.

Moble knelt between Wendy's legs, his arms wrapped around them. This position made Stan nauseous as he watched his penis thrusting inside Wendy.

Stan tried several times, but his penis wouldn't soften. He watched as semen overflowed from Wendy's vagina. He watched Moble order her into a doggy-style position and then insert his penis into her anus. Stan couldn't understand why she could accept this. Finally

, Moble left in the early morning, leaving Stan staring at his wife lying on her stomach. Stan went to the cabinet, grabbed his pistol, and suddenly his legs gave way, and his erect penis went limp. He knelt beside Wendy, brought his face to her semen-covered vagina, and began to lick it excitedly.

For the next two months, whenever Moble and his wife made love, Stan slept on the chaise lounge. The next day, when the black man left, Stan would lick the semen Moble had left outside her vagina.

He wanted to prevent her from getting pregnant this way, even though he knew countless sperm attacked her uterus every day. But he was still obsessed with it.

The last time he licked her, she jumped up and ran to the bedroom to vomit, then quickly called Mopo and ran next door.

Mopo escorted the pregnant woman out of the clinic. Wendy was happy, constantly stroking her belly with both hands. This was what she wanted, not a lawyer, but a black child.

"Where are we going?" she asked in the limousine.

"Take us to the airport, then you go home and burn everything..." Mopo ordered the Kenyan driver. But as the driver was about to make a call to prepare for the flight, he smiled and changed his mind: "Take me home first, then take me to the airport."

At the airport, many black Africans were busy helping Wendy or giving her ingratiating smiles. Mopo instructed the driver, who was about to return home: "Go back to my house and burn everything you can see." He paused, a mysterious smile on his lips, "But I want you to come back tomorrow, understand?"

The driver nodded and bowed. Minutes later, the plane soared into the sky, heading towards Africa.

Having witnessed Morpo and Wendy return from the hospital and then hurriedly get into their car and drive away again, Stan's eyes blazed with murderous intent.

Stan didn't want to back down any longer; he knew his wife was probably pregnant. Grabbing his gun, he went to Morpo's house. He planned to wait for their car to return and kill them as they entered. He smashed the glass in the sliding door and entered the house, where he saw the toy house.

Stan couldn't believe his eyes. A Dickon doll lay on the floor, the paper inside covered in filthy and obscene language, a black Dickon doll lying nearby. A Barbie doll covered in congealed semen lay on the bed, a small hole punched through its genitals and anus. Stan was an atheist, didn't believe in God, and usually only accompanied Wendy to church, but now before him lay a set of witchcraft dolls.

He picked up the Dickon doll and examined it, finding a small hair stuck to its crotch. He removed it and immediately felt a strange, liberating sensation. He picked up the Barbie doll and noticed a hair stuck to it too, which he removed.

Stan picked up the Black Stan doll and, unsurprisingly, found a pubic hair on it as well. He sneered and threw the doll to the ground. Then he moved the gun barrel, aiming it at the doll's crotch.

"Ping!"

With a smug smile, Stan pulled the trigger.

In a luxurious palace in Kenya, Wendy was kneeling between Mopo's legs, vigorously moving her head back and forth, sucking his thick penis.

Suddenly, she felt a strong, fishy-smelling liquid erupt in her mouth, which she couldn't resist swallowing. Discomfortfully, she instinctively pulled back, releasing Mopo's large penis.

Then, she screamed.

"What's wrong?"

Under the soothing, gentle voice, Wendy gradually returned to normal. In Mopo's hands, the blood-covered man in the photograph of the day's newspaper, shipped from America, was so familiar.

"A man broke into a burglarized house with a gun, but accidentally discharged it, injuring his genitals. There is no hope of recovery."

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