Milky's Prescriptions
Gwen's Private Dance

..... Gwen avoided distractions and pitfalls. She studies voraciously through high school, college and med-school. At 26 she had passed her med school exams and was on her way to a fruitful career in pediatrics. Her husband of one year (Tom) was also a young and successful doctor. They had a somewhat open relationship throughout med school as a result of all the stress and crazy hours it demands of people. Since their wedding they have been monogamous. Gail and Lara, Gwen's closest friends, had simpler lifestyles and time constraints. Gwen made an effort to go out with them whenever she could and catch up on girl-talk. They were a bit wilder than Gwen, of course they hadn't spent their entire youth studying and working around the clock either. Finally out of med-school and making her way, Gwen enjoyed their risqué talk and unquenchable appetites for fun and fashion. Tom was a great guy to Gwen; reliable, successful, sensitive, all a wife could hope for. Yet their relationship was a bit stale romantically and sexually. Her absolute commitment to education and work had left Gwen a somewhat frigid professional woman.

..... No doubt Gwen was beautiful. Of mixed Finnish and Belgian ancestry she had long platinum blonde hair, an aerobics instructor's body, and the sort of ice-blue eyes and nordic beauty that drives most men wild with desire and most women crazy with jealousy. At times Gwen almost felt guilty about her relationship with Tom, he was so sweet to her, yet she was largely unaroused by him sexually or romantically. He had been an anchor, a steady comrade and best-friend. During the frantic commitments of her studies and certifications Tom was the closest thing to a lover she would know. So, she married him. She gave him her delicious beauty and sharp intellect. With her medical boards and training fading into memory Gwen began to recognize her lack of fun-loving lifestyle. She began taking lessons and training with a modern-dance troupe.

..... There were a dozen people in the group. 8 women and four men (3 of whom were black), they had been rehearsing and training together for about 2 years. Gwen quickly caught on, her long supple body showed her natural grace and sense of body language. The lone white male (a homosexual) of the group was the lead choreographer. One night after rehearsals he called them to gather around. "I signed us up for a few pieces in Chicago, we will be giving a performance with two other dance companies. We have 30 minutes to work with so I let them know that we would do two couples pieces, a solo piece...by me of course..., and a group piece including our whole company if everyone can make it. We have four months to put together our routines.", the choreographer informed them. Immediately Lavar moved beside Gwen and stated, "Gwen and I will do one of the couples numbers." Following suit another of the black males moved beside Tammy, a gorgeous red-haired teenager, and shouted, "Me and Tammy gonna do the other couple routine.". The choreographer quickly agreed, evidently pleased with their enthusiasm. An ex-college basketball star, Lavar turned Gwen to face him. Smiling deep into her eyes Lavar's baritone voice assured her, "We are going to be so good together.". Gwen blushing and stuttering tried to refuse saying she wasn't good enough yet.

..... Lavar kept encouraging her with compliments and smiles until she acquiesced. Gwen noticed some of the women had become cold towards after that. Were they jealous that a relative new-comer was being spotlighted-or-were they jealous of Lavar's new flavor of the month. It was no secret that most of the women(married and single) drooled over Lavar. He stood 6'7", had a long lean body, he was dangerously handsome, very black-skinned, and his dancing tights and sweat pants did little to conceal his astounding manhood. Actually Gwen was beginning to notice that all three black men in the troupe were sexy and virile and apparently had histories of intimacy with most women of the troupe.

..... Gwen could tell from his eyes, and the way he touched her during their dancing, that he desired to ravish her. Lavar began calling her once or twice a week after rehearsals to talk about their routine and just life in general. Gwen's affections began to warm toward this black giant of a man. She began to look forward to his late night phone calls. With time their dance routine become more personal....even...erotic. They began to talk more freely too, exchanging desires and ideas. After a Thursday night rehearsal Gwen was offered Lavar's arm to escort her down the street to a pub where she would meet Lara and Gail. He went inside with her to meet her friends. Gail and Lara whooped and hissed their approval. They told Gwen how lucky she was to have such a gigantic taboo stallion as her dance partner. Lavar took it in stride never letting his attention drift for long off of Gwen. He made it a point to give all sorts of praise to Gwen about her beauty, her body, and her dancing right in front of Lara and Gail. After some pleasant small talk Lavar told them he had to go catch a cab and left. The girls proceeded to jibe and tease Gwen about her ebon-stud. As drink loosened the mood Lara and Gail wanted to know if Gwen was taking him as her lover. They were shocked and disappointed to find out that she wasn't. The girls pressed that if Gwen wasn't going to sleep with him then she should give them Lavar's phone number.

..... Gwen's sheltered ears burned as Gail and Lara both confessed to the sexual preference for big black men. They even went so far as to assure Gwen that it is quite commonplace for lovely white brides to keep black lovers scattered about town. Poor Gwen was shocked. They weren't even talking about swinging, they were cheating! Lara and Gail, and many other white brides were rutting with their black bulls whenever hubbies turned their backs. Lara and Gail talked in hushed voices about the powerful attractions between black bulls and white ladies. Gail told Gwen that she, like many white women, was hopelessly addicted to black magic. Lara confessed that when she doesn't get an occasional tryst with one of her black bucks she becomes very irritable and frustrated with her husband's lovemaking. Gwen also learned that many black men are as equally addicted to creamy white vixens, and will go to great lengths to satisfy their need to pleasure white beauties. Gwen did not sleep well for several nights after her lessons from Gail and Lara. never having a strong sex-drive or passionately physical relationship Gwen thought surely Gail and Lara must have been a little too tipsy to know what they were saying. People (especially dedicated professionals like Gwen) don't let passions influence their state-of-mind. Without meaning to, Gwen began to wonder how Tom would respond if she told him she was going to have an affair, an affair with a superior black bull !!

..... After a particularly demanding and sexually charged practice session with Lavar, Gwen needed some air and stepped outside during break. Across the street in a dimly lit cove Gwen saw movement that looked suspicious. Peering more intently she realized it was two passionately entwined lovers. Writhing and shuddering against each other in the excitement of the wet French-kissing. When her blue-eyes adjusted Gwen realized it was three people! The woman sandwiched between the two much larger males. Gwen gasped in disbelief when she recognized the two black men as members of her dance troupe, the woman was sweet 17yr old Tammy. The trembling disheveled girl appeared utterly spellbound in the lust aroused by her two onyx courters. At the tender age of 17 Tammy the ivory prom-queen was already becoming a hostage to her black needs. Gail and Lara would probably be happy for Tammy, but Gwen felt uneasy her tummy twisted and her throat was becoming dry. At that moment, a large hand(a hand that could palm a basketball) was placed carressingly along her hips. Lavar spoke in his deep tone, "Young girls get so emotional, its kind of cute though." Gwen tried not to look too freaked out as Lavar stared intently into her eyes.

..... "I...I wasn't watching them...", Gwen stammered. "I just needed some air.". "I better warn them Tammy's not 18 for 6 more months..... as if that would stop those bulls in rut.", Lavar laughed all the while keeping his eyes fixed into Gwen's icy blues. When Gwen blushed and looked away Lavar called out to the entwined threesome in the shadows, "Breaks over children!!!". Tom was snoring away that night. Gwen however, couldn't sleep. She was almost relieved to hear the phone ring around midnight. Maybe she was being called into the clinic? Getting involved in some work might clear her head. She hurried downstairs, picked up the phone and dropped onto the couch. Lavar's voice was so deep and rich that she felt naughty just listening to him. They talked small talk for a few minutes. Then Lavar began to weave his spell telling her about every last detail of; her body, her hair, her clothes, her feet, her scents, her movement.......and how perfect every last one of those details was. After he was done describing his adoration of her in exquisite detail he asked her, "Do you ever imagine us as lovers Gwen?". he took Gwen's silence as a 'yes'.

..... Continuing in his seductive low tone, "Do you think about us when you masturbate? I want you to. I want to please you Gwen. I am going to drink in the sight of your lovely face and body when I make love to you and bring you that sweet, sweet release you need so badly.". Gwen softly protested his advances, her voice audibly trembling. At the next rehearsal Gwen could not concentrate and was so flustered she considered quitting the group. At times she craved contact with Lavar and at times she wanted to avoid his touch. Lavar sensing her uneasiness informed the dance instructor that Gwen wasn't feeling well. Lavar insisted on driving Gwen home intent that they talk about the situation developing between them. In the car Gwen apologized for her 'unprofessional' behavior. Lavar countered that she need not apologize. The dance group was about art, camaraderie, and fun, Lavar insisted.

..... They rode silently to Gwen's home. When they pulled over Lavar took Gwen's hand softly and asked her, "Do you think about us?". Gwen nodded holding his stare. "Have you been imagining us when you masturbate, like I asked?". Again Gwen nodded silently. Gwen squeezed his hand tight and told him, "I have always been in control, I've always known what to expect around the corner. I worked hard to be the navigator of my own life, if we go on like this I am worried I might lose my way.". "Are you afraid of me?", Lavar pursued. "Yes", Gwen answered softly. "Because you are married?". Gwen shook her head 'No'. "Because I am black?", Lavar persisted. "Yes", Gwen said almost ashamedly.

..... Gwen explained about her friends Lara and Gail. She explained how so many white women become cheating sluts for their black lovers. "I know I could get addicted to you, and we have never even kissed. Just the rich tone of your deep voice, your 6'7" gorgeous black body, the way you make me feel so womanly.". Luther pulled her tight against him and licked her ear lobes and jaw line. Trembling she allowed herself to melt into him. "I am not looking to wreck your marriage or career angel, I just want to make you my woman." Lavar said in a sexy tone. Gwen's lovely blue eyes scanned his face. She looked at her hands and feet thinking to herself. Suddenly she placed her hand over Lavar's mouth, "Give me 30 minutes. If I am not back in 30 minutes it means its off. I am dropping the dance club and we won't see each other again. But wait the 30 minutes for me. Right here.". Gwen scampered up the drive and into her home. She washed and perfumed herself, put her hair up in the 'sexy-librarian bun', slipped on some jewelry, put on her best bright pink lingerie, and white platform open-toed heels. Then she took a long denim jacket and buttoned it loosely around her waist so that it partially concealed her cleavage and heavenly ass.

..... She walked seductively into the den and stood before Tom. When Tom looked up she said, "I love you. You are my best friend. I want this marriage to work. I have not cheated or lied to you, but tonight I am going to be with my lover. I am going to have an affair. I hope you are willing to be understanding and let things take care of themselves. If you can't take that and you want a divorce then just turn your back on me now. If you are willing to keep me just say, I Love You. " . Gwen pulled Tom's hair so that his head turned upwards she kissed him sensuously and forcefully grinding her knee into his groin. When she felt his tiny erection begin to strain against her knee she broke off the kiss. Straightening up Gwen pressed and twisted the sharp spike of her heel softly into Toms foot. She then applied her extra-red lipstick slowly and thickly. "A SUPERIOR breeding stallion awaits his CREAMY filly. How do I look darling? Do you think the monstrous stallion will be straining to breed your young platinum bride?" She wheeled away and quipped sassily over her shoulder, "Jerk off real good tonight baby, cause your silky white wife has a BIG date.". Reaching the door Gwen heard Tom call out hoarsely, "I love you honey…." Reaching the front door Gwen giggled and smiled from ear-to-ear….she was back in control.

..... Tom looked out the window to see his nimble wife mincing and swinging her hips as she walked down the driveway into the open door of a car. His heart sank seeing the colossal black stud close the door courteously for her. Lavar and Tom exchanged brief expressionless glances. Gwen tried not to look back. She had Tom where she wanted him, and didn't want any possibilities of a new confrontation arising. Lavar turned down the lights a bit, but not too dark that he couldn't drink in her ivory deliciousness. They danced to some slow music finally beginning to relax with one another. After a time Lavar stepped away from Gwen and commanded her to dance seductively for him. She let her hair down and removed her jacket. With the beauty of a lingerie model and the erotic body language of a hooker, Gwen was 100% feminine magic. Gwen acquiesced to her emotions and began to do a very erotic dance wearing only her lingerie and heels. She saw that unlike many men , Lavar was not intimidated by her beauty. Quite the contrary he stared at her brazenly wanting to visually explore and memorize every detail of the white bride's glamour and body language. The towering giant reached out and pulled her to him. She continued to twist and turn her hips and chest against him in time with the music. Her areolas had swollen and her nipples felt tingly and raw. One sweet red-brown nipple slipped over her low cut bra and brushed feverishly against Lavar.

..... While Gwen mused on the state her breasts were in, Lavar couldn't help but running his mammoth hands through her silky platinum hair. He dipped his nose into her soft locks to inhale the sweet aroma. Oh so different from the hair of black women, he thought. So frail, submissive and sweet. Lavar put a finger in her mouth for her to suck while he continued to stroke her hair and cheeks. Up on the tips of her toes Gwen mewed plaintively her mouth opening seductively for the black hulk's tongue. Lavar pulled her gently up his 6 foot 7 frame. He placed an enormous tongue, slick with saliva, into the mouth of the divine white bride. Their tongues danced and burned with the straining friction of their desire. She had never known such soulful kissing, her African colossus was literally tongue fucking her mouth, lips, and gums. Sagging streams of saliva dripped and hung in ropes between their mouths. Gwen gave herself over completely to the wicked euphoria of her black-infidelity. Soft, trembling, tiny white hands worked quickly to remove Lavar's clothing. Lavar's black skin and powerful physique spoke to her delicate white womanhood more powerfully than any other man ever had. Perhaps she felt the primal mating instinct a young female experiences in the presence of a dominant rutting male. Her hands were all over his chest, hips, and thighs.

..... The sheer weight and thickness of his cock pressing against her torso thrilled her with wonder. Gwen smiled wickedly when she actually felt a stream of her vaginal liquid running down her thighs. Lavar pressed the sex-starved wife to her knees before him. No man had ever done this to her before. Gwen never liked giving head, it was something she did to be nice for the other person. This time Gwen was excited about having the privilege of a Real Man's cock in her white mouth. Gwen marveled at the hefty weight of his half flaccid cock as she held it in both hands. Half-soft he was literally more than twice as long as Tom and perhaps four times as thick. Gwen felt what she thought all white women must feel when they mouth worship their first black cock, it looks so sexy in their little pink hands. Making a visual spectacle of her cock worship she twisted her head, tongue, and hands lewdly around the solidifying dark truncheon. Blue-black velvety veins began to swell and lengthen under the tightening skin of his heavy python. When Lavar's cockhead swelled near to full size in Gwens mouth she had to pull her teeth forcefully over his apple-sized cockhead in order to dislodge it. Her white lovers' precum had always just dabbed or blotted a small smear around the head, Lavar's precum was falling in streams down her chest and to the floor. Gwen estimated his now fully erect shaft at 13-14inches and thicker than a vein covered beer can. No wonder the physical therapy women fought over who would get assigned to working with black athletes. Gwen had always thought size didn't matter, now she knew different. Just holding, tasting, smelling, and looking at this superior black cock roused her passions with instincts from the deepest depths of her mind. Lavar lifted her so that she stood on top of the living room table. From behind he held her hands to support her and guided her to lower her succulent white ass down to his face. The inexperienced girl gasped when she felt Lavar's tongue caressing her asshole. She felt a moment of self-consciousness as no man had ever put his tongue to her asshole before. Lavar saw the streams of liquid rolling down Gwen's inner thighs. He licked the sweet nectar into his mouth and used it to continue tongue scouring her sweet pink asshole. Gwen let her self go, relaxing her anus for the large tongue that pressed into it. The white woman's body went nuclear with lust when her black stud began tongue fucking her anus…..slow….then faster. Lavar took her off the table and carried her into the bedroom. Naked save for her high heels and jewelry she was lain on the bed. "Mirrors on the ceiling? Isn't that a bit overboard Lavar?" Gwen giggled. "Suburban wives love to watch themselves get Blacked.".

..... Gwen felt so deliciously naughty, she was just another sexy white wife turning to a fine black stud for satisfaction. She watched in the mirror as he knelt next to the bed, opening her thighs bring his mouth to her desperate sex. His lips and tongue worked miracles on her thick pussy lips and clitoris. Lavar worked a cum/spit slick finger into her asshole as he tongued her cunt lips. Her asshole contracted tightly on his finger when short sharp clitoral orgasms began rocking her frame. Her sweet high-pitched voice, music to the black man's ears.

..... His cock swollen so hard now that it jutted straight out from his body. The dark giant straddled the little pink girl's chest. He rested his cock on her chest, she licked the head and pressed the shaft hard against her skin. She groaned and gasped when his powerful black hands mashed her milky breasts, she whined in erotic pleasure pain as he forcefully pulled and twisted her nipples. He then laid on top of her and spread her legs wide apart, Gwen stared into his eyes with absolute passion and prepared for her Blackening. She reached down with both hands, as Lavar commanded, and massaged the heavy, apple-sized cockhead against her tiny white pussy. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened wide when he began pressing his monstrous black cockhead into her precious white body. When his head had crossed the threshold she was wrapped so tight around it, it felt as if it was locked in. "Mmm ohhh godd! So thick! So good being stretched!! Ahhh!", the white bride cried out. "You have to beg for my black cock in your white body if you want more, girl", Lavar told her in a mischievous tone. "Yes! Lavar! Yes! I beg you please fuck my white cunt with your big black cock!". "OOHHH! AHHHH! GODD! SO HUGE! You're splitting me open!". "You got almost half my love in you. That more than your hubby?" Lavar said already knowing her answer. "My husband, or any man who ever took me. You are sooo much bigger and better than my husband!". "Get limber and nasty snowflake, cause I am gonna Black you and mike you mine." Lavar said deeply. After allowing her time to accustomize to his girth, Lavar slowly started stroking beginning to go deeper and deeper…6 inches….7 inches….8 inches….9 inches…. 10 inches….. . Suddenly Gwen exasperated breathing stopped, the veins on her neck stood out, then after about 15 seconds of tension she gasped for air thrashing her hair and convulsing wildly. Again she went stiff and her breathing stopped, followed again by a release of air gasping and violent thrashing. Lavar smiled down at her watching the show. He felt his cock mashing into her cervix, it might have been a bit painful, but she was experiencing the deep vaginal orgasms that keep white brides returning to their black lovers. He knew he had her now, she would have to come back to him or another big black man if she ever wanted to feel this incredible again.

..... Gwen begged him to hold still she was coming too often too hard, she needed her breath back she was getting dizzy. "Wow! You fuck me so you good you can literally fuck me unconscious…..of course I'll be limping for a week.", Gwen said dreamily gazing up at him with her big baby blues. After a brief pause, where Lavar had mostly pulled out but remained hard in her ultra-tight passage, he resumed fucking her deeper and deeper again. This time Gwen screamed, swore, and hissed at the top of her lungs fucking back against the ebon truncheon. It was a good thing Lavar was experienced and agile because such a tool on an uncoordinated novice would have been trouble for a woman. Experiencing pain from the abuse her tiny white womb was receiving, Gwen thrashed her blonde lockes and continued fucking determined get plowed like she'd never been before. She mentally suppressed the pain by watching the ceiling mirrors. "Nothing is more beautiful than a white wife being Blacked, is there Gwen?", Lavar growled through his panting. Gwen's reply was continued screaming and heightened trembling. The mixed sounds of her high feminine voice and his deep baritone bellowing was beautiful musical contrast, just as their skin and bodies were in rich beautiful contrast. Lavar was fucking her good with 10-11 inches. She was so tight and the heat of womb burned into his swollen python. He knew it would hurt her if he gave her his entire length but he was close to cumming and could not hold back. "I am gonna cream you now snowflake, get ready cause I'm gonna fuck you hard now and fill your pretty blonde womb with a quart of potent African seed." Lavar warned.

..... Gwen almost passed out from the intense pain and overblown orgasms that rocked her convulsing body. She was in shock unable to think or say anything intelligible all she could do was wail, scream, and thrash. "I'm gonna wash your white womb with rich black cum, and I'm gonna cream you a foot deeper than your husband ever dreamed of. Lavar held the beautiful screaming blonde tight, and fucked her as deep and hard as he could. The pain began to overwhelm her ability to ignore it, and began to destroy the pleasure. Gwen screeched and begged for him to cum inside her thinking that would speed up his release. "You're hurting me! Please come inside me!" She wailed in stammering gasping breaths. Then Lavar's strokes become jagged and lost control. He threw back his head thrusting forward to the hilt.

..... Despite the numbing pain in her womb she could feel his cockhead swell and pop like a water balloon inside her, releasing gush after gush of seed onto her cervix. She could never actually feel the liquid of a man's ejaculation before. She had felt the tension and twitching but not actual jets of seed. This was totally different, she could literally feel the bursting and gushing hard into her cervix. He must have released an awful lot of cum for me to have felt it so keenly, Gwen thought. Because of her soreness and pain Gwen squirmed and pushed her self back until just his head remained in her aching channel. They then cuddled and talked and just laid around listening to the radio. Later he bathed very sweetly and sensuously, and made her breakfast. Gwen thought about asking him if he was seeing anyone else, would she be jealous? She wondered. Then she decided against asking him, after all she was married, she could not expect monogamy from Lavar. She would just continue to think of him as a friend….a friend with privileges. The privilege to do for her what her husband or no white man ever could.

..... A while later in Chicago at the dance performance: "Look how they see each other and move , Gail. There is no doubt he made her.", Lara said to Gail. "Oh yeah she is a REAL woman now.", Gail replied. Suddenly Tom sitting next to them in the audience said, "Could you two be a little more discrete?". They looked at Tom curiously. "You mean you know? But Gwen didn't say anything about a divorce.", Gail said. "Look, I love her and we're good for each other as lifetime partners. I don't want a divorce. She told me she was taking a lover, she basically said love me or divorce me….I said 'I love you'.", Tom countered.

..... Lara needed to ask, "Did you know he was 6 foot 7 and black….a former college basketball player?". "Yes.", Tom mumbled. Lara and Gail praised Tom, and said they wished their husbands would be understanding of a white woman's need for big black lovers. Tom encouraged them to be open with their husbands. They didn't like the advice, and preferred to get their erotic needs and desires fulfilled on the sly. About a year and a half later Gwen gave birth to mulatto twins. They relocated and told curious people that the children were adopted. Over the next couple years lovely Gwen had two more mulatto children, from two different black stallions. Tammy? After Gwen moved away, Tammy married her high school sweetheart. Her husband learned to enjoy watching her scream and orgasm beneath Lavar. Dr. Gwen's prescription for white women who want to feel totally alive, womanly, and satisfied??? A healthy dose of the biggest, blackest stallions. ….and a bit of honesty with their husbands. Print this story out and read it to your man or woman and enjoy a night of sexual bliss.

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