Moral poverty cost blacks in New Orleans
Posted Wednesday, September 21, 2005 -- 1:00 a.m. Eastern
By Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson
The Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson is founder and president of "BOND", i.e "Brotherhood Organization of A New Destiny", and author of "Scam: How the Black Leadership Exploits Black America ."
Say a hurricane is about to destroy the city you live in. Two questions:
What would you do?
What would you do if you were black?
Sadly, the two questions don't have the same answer.
To the first: Most of us would take our families out of that city quickly to protect them from danger. Then, able-bodied men would return to help others in need, as wives and others cared for children, elderly, infirm and the like.
For better or worse, Hurricane Katrina has told us the answer to the second question. If you're black and a hurricane is about to destroy your city, you'll probably wait for the government to save you.
This was not always the case. Prior to 40 years ago, such a pathetic performance by the black community in a time of crisis would have been inconceivable. The first response would have come from black men. They would take care of their families, bring them to safety, and then help the rest of the community. Then local government would come in.
No longer.
When 75 percent of New Orleans residents had left the city, it was primarily immoral, welfare-pampered blacks that stayed behind and waited for the government to bail them out. This, as we know, did not turn out good results.
Enter Jesse Jackson and Louis Farrakhan. Jackson and Farrakhan laid blame on "racist" President Bush. Farrakhan actually proposed the idea that the government blew up a levee so as to kill blacks and save whites. The two demanded massive governmental spending to rebuild New Orleans , above and beyond the federal government's proposed $60 billion. Not only that, these two were positioning themselves as the gatekeepers to supervise the dispersion of funds. Perfect: Two of the most dishonest elite blacks in America , "overseeing" billions of dollars. I wonder where that money will end up.
Of course, if these two were really serious about laying blame on government, they should blame the local one. Responsibility to perform legally and practically fell first on the mayor of New Orleans . We are now all familiar with Mayor Ray Nagin the black Democrat who likes to yell at President Bush for failing to do Nagin's job. The facts, unfortunately, do not support Nagin's wailing. As the Washington Times puts it, "recent reports show [Nagin] failed to follow through on his own city's emergency-response plan, which acknowledged that thousands of the city's poorest residents would have no way to evacuate the city." One wonders how there was "no way" for these people to evacuate the city.
We have photographic evidence telling us otherwise. You've probably seen it by now, the photo showing 2,000 parked school buses, unused and underwater. How much planning does it require to put people on a bus and leave town, Mayor Nagin?
Instead of doing the obvious, Mayor Nagin (with no positive contribution from Democratic Gov. Kathleen Blanco, the other major leader vested with responsibility to address the hurricane disaster) loaded remaining New Orleans residents into the Superdome and the city's convention center. We know how that plan turned out.
About five years ago, in a debate before the National Association of Black Journalists, I stated that if whites were to just leave the United States and let blacks run the country, they would turn America into a ghetto within 10 years. The audience, shall we say, disagreed with me strongly. Now I have to disagree with me. I gave blacks too much credit. It took a mere three days for blacks to turn the Superdome and the convention center into ghettos, rampant with theft, rape and murder.
President Bush is not to blame for the rampant immorality of blacks. Had New Orleans ' black community taken action, most would have been out of harm's way. But most were too lazy, immoral and trifling to do anything productive for themselves.
All Americans must tell blacks this truth. It was blacks' moral poverty not their material poverty that cost them dearly in New Orleans . Farrakhan, Jackson, and other race hustlers are to be repudiated for they will only perpetuate this problem by stirring up hatred and applauding moral corruption. New Orleans , to the extent it is to be rebuilt, should be remade into a dependency-free, morally strong city where corruption is opposed and success is applauded. Blacks are obligated to help themselves and not depend on the government to care for them. We are all obligated to tell them so.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Moral poverty cost blacks in New Orleans
Posted Wednesday, September 21, 2005 -- 1:00 a.m. Eastern
By Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson
The Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson is founder and president of "BOND", i.e "Brotherhood Organization of A New Destiny", and author of "Scam: How the Black Leadership Exploits Black America ."
Say a hurricane is about to destroy the city you live in. Two questions:
What would you do?
What would you do if you were black?
Sadly, the two questions don't have the same answer.
To the first: Most of us would take our families out of that city quickly to protect them from danger. Then, able-bodied men would return to help others in need, as wives and others cared for children, elderly, infirm and the like.
For better or worse, Hurricane Katrina has told us the answer to the second question. If you're black and a hurricane is about to destroy your city, you'll probably wait for the government to save you.
This was not always the case. Prior to 40 years ago, such a pathetic performance by the black community in a time of crisis would have been inconceivable. The first response would have come from black men. They would take care of their families, bring them to safety, and then help the rest of the community. Then local government would come in.
No longer.
When 75 percent of New Orleans residents had left the city, it was primarily immoral, welfare-pampered blacks that stayed behind and waited for the government to bail them out. This, as we know, did not turn out good results.
Enter Jesse Jackson and Louis Farrakhan. Jackson and Farrakhan laid blame on "racist" President Bush. Farrakhan actually proposed the idea that the government blew up a levee so as to kill blacks and save whites. The two demanded massive governmental spending to rebuild New Orleans , above and beyond the federal government's proposed $60 billion. Not only that, these two were positioning themselves as the gatekeepers to supervise the dispersion of funds. Perfect: Two of the most dishonest elite blacks in America , "overseeing" billions of dollars. I wonder where that money will end up.
Of course, if these two were really serious about laying blame on government, they should blame the local one. Responsibility to perform legally and practically fell first on the mayor of New Orleans . We are now all familiar with Mayor Ray Nagin the black Democrat who likes to yell at President Bush for failing to do Nagin's job. The facts, unfortunately, do not support Nagin's wailing. As the Washington Times puts it, "recent reports show [Nagin] failed to follow through on his own city's emergency-response plan, which acknowledged that thousands of the city's poorest residents would have no way to evacuate the city." One wonders how there was "no way" for these people to evacuate the city.
We have photographic evidence telling us otherwise. You've probably seen it by now, the photo showing 2,000 parked school buses, unused and underwater. How much planning does it require to put people on a bus and leave town, Mayor Nagin?
Instead of doing the obvious, Mayor Nagin (with no positive contribution from Democratic Gov. Kathleen Blanco, the other major leader vested with responsibility to address the hurricane disaster) loaded remaining New Orleans residents into the Superdome and the city's convention center. We know how that plan turned out.
About five years ago, in a debate before the National Association of Black Journalists, I stated that if whites were to just leave the United States and let blacks run the country, they would turn America into a ghetto within 10 years. The audience, shall we say, disagreed with me strongly. Now I have to disagree with me. I gave blacks too much credit. It took a mere three days for blacks to turn the Superdome and the convention center into ghettos, rampant with theft, rape and murder.
President Bush is not to blame for the rampant immorality of blacks. Had New Orleans ' black community taken action, most would have been out of harm's way. But most were too lazy, immoral and trifling to do anything productive for themselves.
All Americans must tell blacks this truth. It was blacks' moral poverty not their material poverty that cost them dearly in New Orleans . Farrakhan, Jackson, and other race hustlers are to be repudiated for they will only perpetuate this problem by stirring up hatred and applauding moral corruption. New Orleans , to the extent it is to be rebuilt, should be remade into a dependency-free, morally strong city where corruption is opposed and success is applauded. Blacks are obligated to help themselves and not depend on the government to care for them. We are all obligated to tell them so.
Posted Wednesday, September 21, 2005 -- 1:00 a.m. Eastern
By Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson
The Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson is founder and president of "BOND", i.e "Brotherhood Organization of A New Destiny", and author of "Scam: How the Black Leadership Exploits Black America ."
Say a hurricane is about to destroy the city you live in. Two questions:
What would you do?
What would you do if you were black?
Sadly, the two questions don't have the same answer.
To the first: Most of us would take our families out of that city quickly to protect them from danger. Then, able-bodied men would return to help others in need, as wives and others cared for children, elderly, infirm and the like.
For better or worse, Hurricane Katrina has told us the answer to the second question. If you're black and a hurricane is about to destroy your city, you'll probably wait for the government to save you.
This was not always the case. Prior to 40 years ago, such a pathetic performance by the black community in a time of crisis would have been inconceivable. The first response would have come from black men. They would take care of their families, bring them to safety, and then help the rest of the community. Then local government would come in.
No longer.
When 75 percent of New Orleans residents had left the city, it was primarily immoral, welfare-pampered blacks that stayed behind and waited for the government to bail them out. This, as we know, did not turn out good results.
Enter Jesse Jackson and Louis Farrakhan. Jackson and Farrakhan laid blame on "racist" President Bush. Farrakhan actually proposed the idea that the government blew up a levee so as to kill blacks and save whites. The two demanded massive governmental spending to rebuild New Orleans , above and beyond the federal government's proposed $60 billion. Not only that, these two were positioning themselves as the gatekeepers to supervise the dispersion of funds. Perfect: Two of the most dishonest elite blacks in America , "overseeing" billions of dollars. I wonder where that money will end up.
Of course, if these two were really serious about laying blame on government, they should blame the local one. Responsibility to perform legally and practically fell first on the mayor of New Orleans . We are now all familiar with Mayor Ray Nagin the black Democrat who likes to yell at President Bush for failing to do Nagin's job. The facts, unfortunately, do not support Nagin's wailing. As the Washington Times puts it, "recent reports show [Nagin] failed to follow through on his own city's emergency-response plan, which acknowledged that thousands of the city's poorest residents would have no way to evacuate the city." One wonders how there was "no way" for these people to evacuate the city.
We have photographic evidence telling us otherwise. You've probably seen it by now, the photo showing 2,000 parked school buses, unused and underwater. How much planning does it require to put people on a bus and leave town, Mayor Nagin?
Instead of doing the obvious, Mayor Nagin (with no positive contribution from Democratic Gov. Kathleen Blanco, the other major leader vested with responsibility to address the hurricane disaster) loaded remaining New Orleans residents into the Superdome and the city's convention center. We know how that plan turned out.
About five years ago, in a debate before the National Association of Black Journalists, I stated that if whites were to just leave the United States and let blacks run the country, they would turn America into a ghetto within 10 years. The audience, shall we say, disagreed with me strongly. Now I have to disagree with me. I gave blacks too much credit. It took a mere three days for blacks to turn the Superdome and the convention center into ghettos, rampant with theft, rape and murder.
President Bush is not to blame for the rampant immorality of blacks. Had New Orleans ' black community taken action, most would have been out of harm's way. But most were too lazy, immoral and trifling to do anything productive for themselves.
All Americans must tell blacks this truth. It was blacks' moral poverty not their material poverty that cost them dearly in New Orleans . Farrakhan, Jackson, and other race hustlers are to be repudiated for they will only perpetuate this problem by stirring up hatred and applauding moral corruption. New Orleans , to the extent it is to be rebuilt, should be remade into a dependency-free, morally strong city where corruption is opposed and success is applauded. Blacks are obligated to help themselves and not depend on the government to care for them. We are all obligated to tell them so.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Essay on "Why War?"
[I did not write this. But this is an EXCELLENT essay. Well thought out and presented.]
MOST OF US ARE NOT OLD ENOUGH TO REMEMBER THAT NEARLY EVERY FAMILY IN AMERICA WAS GROSSLY AFFECTED BY WW II. MOST OF YOU DON'T REMEMBER THE RATIONING OF MEAT, SHOES, GASOLINE, AND SUGAR. NO TIRES FOR OUR AUTOMOBILES, AND A SPEED LIMIT OF 35 MILES AN HOUR ON THE ROAD, NOT TO MENTION, NO NEW AUTOMOBILES. READ THIS AND THINK ABOUT HOW WE WOULD REACT TO BEING TAKEN OVER BY FOREIGNERS IN 2007.
Historical Significance
Sixty-three years ago, Nazi Germany had overrun almost all of Europe and hammered England to the verge of bankruptcy and defeat. The Nazis had sunk more than 400 British ships in their convoys between England and America taking food and war materials.
At that time the USA was in an isolationist, pacifist mood, and most Americans wanted nothing to do with the European or the Asian war.
Then along came Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, and in outrage Congress unanimously declared war on Japan, and the following day on Germany, who had not yet attacked us. It was a dicey thing. We had few allies.
France was not an ally, as the Vichy government of France quickly aligned itself with its German occupiers. Germany was certainly not an ally, as Hitler was intent on setting up a Thousand Year Reich in Europe. Japan was not an ally, as it was well on its way to owning and controlling all of Asia.
Together, Japan and Germany had long-range plans of invading Canada and Mexico, as launching pads to get into the United States over our northern and southern borders, after they finished gaining control of Asia and Europe.
America's only allies then were England, Ireland, Scotland, Canada, Australia, and Russia. That was about it All of Europe, from Norway to Italy (except Russia in the East) was already under the Nazi heel.
The US was certainly not prepared for war. The US had drastically downgraded most of its military forces after WW I because of the depression, so that at the outbreak of WW II, Army units were training with broomsticks because they didn't have guns, and cars with "tank" painted on the doors because they didn't have real tanks A huge chunk of our Navy had just been sunk or damaged at Pearl Harbor.
Britain had already gone ban krupt, saved only by the donation of $600 million in gold bullion in the Bank of England (that was actually the property of Belgium) given by Belgium to England to carry on the war when Belgium was overrun by Hitler (a little known fact). Actually, Belgium surrendered on one day, because it was unable to oppose the German invasion, and the Germans bombed Brussels into rubble the next day just to prove they could.
Britain had already been holding out for two years in the face of staggering losses and the near decimation of its Royal Air Force in the Battle of Britain, and was saved from being overrun by Germany only because Hitler made the mistake of thinking the Brits were a relatively minor threat that could be dealt with later. Hitler, first turned his attention to Russia, in the late summer of 1940 at a time when England was on the verge of collapse.
Ironically, Russia saved America's butt by putting up a desperate fight for two years, until the US got geared up to begin hammering away at Germany.
Russia lost something like 24,000,000 people in the sieges of Stalingrad and Moscow alone . . . 90% of them from cold and starvation, mostly civilians, but also more than a 1,000,000 soldiers
Had Russia surrendered, Hitler would have been able to focus his entire war effort against the Brits, then America. If that had happened, the Nazis could possibly have won the war.
All of this has been brought out to illustrate that turning points in history are often dicey things. Now, we find ourselves at another one of those key moments in history.
There is a very dangerous minority in Islam that either has, or wants, and may soon have, the ability to deliver small nuclear, biological, or chemical weapons, almost anywhere in the world.
The Jihadis, the militant Muslims, are basically Nazis in Kaffiyahs -- they believe that Islam, a radically conservative form of Wahhabi Islam, should own and control the Middle East first, then Europe, then the world. To them, all who do not bow to their will of thinking should be killed, enslaved, or subjugated. They want to finish the Holocaust, destroy Israel, and purge the world of Jews. This is their mantra . (goal)
There is also a civil war raging in the Middle East-- for the most part not a hot war, but a war of ideas. Islam is having its Inquisition and its Reformation, but it is not yet known which side will win -- the Inquisitors, or the Reformationists.
If the Inquisition wins, then the Wahhabis, the Jihadis, will control the Middle East, the OPEC oil, and the US, European, and Asian economies.
The techno-industrial economies will be at the mercy of OPEC -- not an OPEC dominated by the educated, rational Saudis of today, but an OPEC dominated by the Jihadis. Do you want gas in your car? Do you want heating oil next winter? Do you want the dollar to be worth anything? You had better hope the Jihad, the Muslim Inquisition, loses , and the Islamic Reformation wins.
If the Reformation movement wins, that is, the moderate Muslims who believe that Islam can respect and tolerate other religions, live in peace with the rest of the world, and move out of the 10th century into the 21st, then the troubles in the Middle East will eventually fade away. A moderate and prosperous Middle East will emerge.
We have to help the Reformation win, and to do that we have to fight the Inquisition, i . e. the Wahhabi movement, the Jihad, Al Qaeda and the Islamic terrorist movements. We have to do it somewhere. We can't do it everywhere at once. We have created a focal point for the battle at a time and place of our choosing . . . . . . . . in Iraq. Not in New York, not in London, or Paris or Berlin, but in Iraq, where we are doing two important things.
(1) We deposed Saddam Hussein. Whether Saddam Hussein was directly involved in the 9/11 terrorist attack or not, it is undisputed that Saddam has been actively supporting the terrorist movement for decades Saddam is a terrorist! Saddam is, or was, a weapon of mass destruction, responsible for the deaths of probably more than a 1,000,000 Iraqis and 2,000,000 Iranians.
(2) We created a battle, a confrontation, a flash point, with Islamic terrorism in Iraq. We have focused the battle. We are killing bad people, and the ones we get there we won't have to get here. We also have a good shot at creating a democratic, peaceful Iraq, which will be a catalyst for democratic change in the rest of the Middle East, and an outpost for a stabilizing American military presence in the Middle East for as long as it is needed.
WW II, the war with the Japanese and German Nazis, really began with a "whimper" in 1928. It did not begin with Pearl Harbor. It began with the Japanese invasion of China. It was a war for fourteen years before the US joined it. It officially ended in 1945 -- a 17 year war -- and was followed by another decade of US occupation in Germany and Japan to get those countries reconstructed and running on their own again . . . a 27 year war.
WW II cost the United States an amount equal to approximately a full year's GDP -- adjusted for inflation, equal to about $12 trillion dollars. WW II cost America more than 400,000 soldiers killed in action, and nearly 100,000 still missing in action.
The Iraq war has, so far, cost the United States about $160,000,000,000, which is roughly what the 9/11 terrorist attack cost New York. It has also cost about 3,000 American lives, which is roughly equivalent to lives that the Jihad killed (within the United States) in the 9/11 terrorist attack.
The cost of not fighting and winning WW II would have been unimaginably greater -- a world dominated by Japanese Imperialism and German Nazism.
This is not a 60-Minutes TV show, or a 2-hour movie in which everything comes out okay. The real world is not like that. It is messy, uncertain, and som etimes bloody and ugly. It always has been, and probably always will be.
The bottom line is that we will have to deal with Islamic terrorism until we defeat it, whenever that is. It will not go away if we ignore it. If the US can create a reasonably democratic and stable Iraq, then we have an ally, like England, in the Middle East, a platform, from which we can work to help modernize and moderate the Middle East. The history of the world is the clash between the forces of relative civility and civilization, and the barbarians clamoring at the gates to conquer the world.
The Iraq War is merely another battle in this ancient and never ending war. Now, for the first time ever, the barbarians are about to get nuclear weapons. Unless somebody prevents them from getting them.
We have four options:
1 . We can defeat the Jihad now, before it gets nuclear weapons.
2 . We can fight the Jihad later, after it gets nuclear weapons (which may be as early as next year, if Iran's progress on nuclear weapons is what Iran claims it is).
3. We can surrender to the Jihad and accept its dominance in the Middle East now; in Europe in the next few years or decades, and ultimately in America.
OR
4 . We can stand down now, and pick up the fight later when the Jihad is more widespread and better armed, perhaps after the Jihad has dominated France and Germany and possibly most of the rest of Europe. It will, of course, be more dangerous, more expensive, and much bloodier.
If you oppose this war, I hope you like the idea that your children, or grandchildren, may live in an Islamic America under the Mullahs and the Sharia, an America that resembles Iran today.
The history of the world is the history of civilization clashes, cultural clashes. All wars are about ideas, ideas about what society and civilization should be like, and the most determined always win.
Those who are willing to be the most ruthless always win. The pacifists always lose, because the anti-pacifists kill them.
Remember, perspective is everything, and America's schools teach too little history for perspective to be clear, especially in the young American mind.
The Cold War lasted from about 1947 at least until the Berlin Wall came down in 1989; forty-two years!
Europe spent the first half of the 19th century fighting Napoleon, and from 1870 to 1945 fighting Germany!
World War II began in 1928, lasted 17 years, plus a ten year occupation, and the US still has troops in Germany and Japan. World War II resulted in the death of more than 50,000,000 people, maybe more than 100,000,000 people, depending on which estimates you accept.
The US has taken more than 3,000 killed in action in Iraq. The US took more than 4,000 killed in action on the morning of June 6, 1944, the first day of the Normandy Invasion to rid Europe of Nazi Imperialism.
In WW II the US averaged 2,000 KIA a week -- for four years. Most of the individual battles of WW II lost more Americans than the entire Iraq war has done so far.
Th e stakes are at least as high. A world dominated by representative governments with civil rights, human rights, and personal freedoms. . or a world dominated by a radical Islamic Wahhabi movement, by the Jihad, under the Mullahs and the Sharia (Islamic law)
It's difficult to understand why the average American does not grasp this. They favor human rights, civil rights, liberty and freedom, but evidently not for Iraqis.
"Peace Activists" always seem to demonstrate here in America, where it's safe.
Why don't we see Peace Activist demonstrating in Iran, Syria, Iraq, Sudan, North Korea, in the places that really need peace activism the most? I'll tell you why! They would be killed!
The liberal mentality is supposed to favor human rights, civil rights, democracy, multiculturalism, diversity, etc . , but if the Jihad wins, wherever the Jihad wins, it is the end of civil rights, human rights, democracy, multiculturalism, diversity, etc.
Americans who oppose the liberation of Iraq are coming down on the side of their own worst enemy!
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Raymond S. Kraft is a writer living in Northern California that has studied the Middle Eastern culture and religion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MOST OF US ARE NOT OLD ENOUGH TO REMEMBER THAT NEARLY EVERY FAMILY IN AMERICA WAS GROSSLY AFFECTED BY WW II. MOST OF YOU DON'T REMEMBER THE RATIONING OF MEAT, SHOES, GASOLINE, AND SUGAR. NO TIRES FOR OUR AUTOMOBILES, AND A SPEED LIMIT OF 35 MILES AN HOUR ON THE ROAD, NOT TO MENTION, NO NEW AUTOMOBILES. READ THIS AND THINK ABOUT HOW WE WOULD REACT TO BEING TAKEN OVER BY FOREIGNERS IN 2007.
Historical Significance
Sixty-three years ago, Nazi Germany had overrun almost all of Europe and hammered England to the verge of bankruptcy and defeat. The Nazis had sunk more than 400 British ships in their convoys between England and America taking food and war materials.
At that time the USA was in an isolationist, pacifist mood, and most Americans wanted nothing to do with the European or the Asian war.
Then along came Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, and in outrage Congress unanimously declared war on Japan, and the following day on Germany, who had not yet attacked us. It was a dicey thing. We had few allies.
France was not an ally, as the Vichy government of France quickly aligned itself with its German occupiers. Germany was certainly not an ally, as Hitler was intent on setting up a Thousand Year Reich in Europe. Japan was not an ally, as it was well on its way to owning and controlling all of Asia.
Together, Japan and Germany had long-range plans of invading Canada and Mexico, as launching pads to get into the United States over our northern and southern borders, after they finished gaining control of Asia and Europe.
America's only allies then were England, Ireland, Scotland, Canada, Australia, and Russia. That was about it All of Europe, from Norway to Italy (except Russia in the East) was already under the Nazi heel.
The US was certainly not prepared for war. The US had drastically downgraded most of its military forces after WW I because of the depression, so that at the outbreak of WW II, Army units were training with broomsticks because they didn't have guns, and cars with "tank" painted on the doors because they didn't have real tanks A huge chunk of our Navy had just been sunk or damaged at Pearl Harbor.
Britain had already gone ban krupt, saved only by the donation of $600 million in gold bullion in the Bank of England (that was actually the property of Belgium) given by Belgium to England to carry on the war when Belgium was overrun by Hitler (a little known fact). Actually, Belgium surrendered on one day, because it was unable to oppose the German invasion, and the Germans bombed Brussels into rubble the next day just to prove they could.
Britain had already been holding out for two years in the face of staggering losses and the near decimation of its Royal Air Force in the Battle of Britain, and was saved from being overrun by Germany only because Hitler made the mistake of thinking the Brits were a relatively minor threat that could be dealt with later. Hitler, first turned his attention to Russia, in the late summer of 1940 at a time when England was on the verge of collapse.
Ironically, Russia saved America's butt by putting up a desperate fight for two years, until the US got geared up to begin hammering away at Germany.
Russia lost something like 24,000,000 people in the sieges of Stalingrad and Moscow alone . . . 90% of them from cold and starvation, mostly civilians, but also more than a 1,000,000 soldiers
Had Russia surrendered, Hitler would have been able to focus his entire war effort against the Brits, then America. If that had happened, the Nazis could possibly have won the war.
All of this has been brought out to illustrate that turning points in history are often dicey things. Now, we find ourselves at another one of those key moments in history.
There is a very dangerous minority in Islam that either has, or wants, and may soon have, the ability to deliver small nuclear, biological, or chemical weapons, almost anywhere in the world.
The Jihadis, the militant Muslims, are basically Nazis in Kaffiyahs -- they believe that Islam, a radically conservative form of Wahhabi Islam, should own and control the Middle East first, then Europe, then the world. To them, all who do not bow to their will of thinking should be killed, enslaved, or subjugated. They want to finish the Holocaust, destroy Israel, and purge the world of Jews. This is their mantra . (goal)
There is also a civil war raging in the Middle East-- for the most part not a hot war, but a war of ideas. Islam is having its Inquisition and its Reformation, but it is not yet known which side will win -- the Inquisitors, or the Reformationists.
If the Inquisition wins, then the Wahhabis, the Jihadis, will control the Middle East, the OPEC oil, and the US, European, and Asian economies.
The techno-industrial economies will be at the mercy of OPEC -- not an OPEC dominated by the educated, rational Saudis of today, but an OPEC dominated by the Jihadis. Do you want gas in your car? Do you want heating oil next winter? Do you want the dollar to be worth anything? You had better hope the Jihad, the Muslim Inquisition, loses , and the Islamic Reformation wins.
If the Reformation movement wins, that is, the moderate Muslims who believe that Islam can respect and tolerate other religions, live in peace with the rest of the world, and move out of the 10th century into the 21st, then the troubles in the Middle East will eventually fade away. A moderate and prosperous Middle East will emerge.
We have to help the Reformation win, and to do that we have to fight the Inquisition, i . e. the Wahhabi movement, the Jihad, Al Qaeda and the Islamic terrorist movements. We have to do it somewhere. We can't do it everywhere at once. We have created a focal point for the battle at a time and place of our choosing . . . . . . . . in Iraq. Not in New York, not in London, or Paris or Berlin, but in Iraq, where we are doing two important things.
(1) We deposed Saddam Hussein. Whether Saddam Hussein was directly involved in the 9/11 terrorist attack or not, it is undisputed that Saddam has been actively supporting the terrorist movement for decades Saddam is a terrorist! Saddam is, or was, a weapon of mass destruction, responsible for the deaths of probably more than a 1,000,000 Iraqis and 2,000,000 Iranians.
(2) We created a battle, a confrontation, a flash point, with Islamic terrorism in Iraq. We have focused the battle. We are killing bad people, and the ones we get there we won't have to get here. We also have a good shot at creating a democratic, peaceful Iraq, which will be a catalyst for democratic change in the rest of the Middle East, and an outpost for a stabilizing American military presence in the Middle East for as long as it is needed.
WW II, the war with the Japanese and German Nazis, really began with a "whimper" in 1928. It did not begin with Pearl Harbor. It began with the Japanese invasion of China. It was a war for fourteen years before the US joined it. It officially ended in 1945 -- a 17 year war -- and was followed by another decade of US occupation in Germany and Japan to get those countries reconstructed and running on their own again . . . a 27 year war.
WW II cost the United States an amount equal to approximately a full year's GDP -- adjusted for inflation, equal to about $12 trillion dollars. WW II cost America more than 400,000 soldiers killed in action, and nearly 100,000 still missing in action.
The Iraq war has, so far, cost the United States about $160,000,000,000, which is roughly what the 9/11 terrorist attack cost New York. It has also cost about 3,000 American lives, which is roughly equivalent to lives that the Jihad killed (within the United States) in the 9/11 terrorist attack.
The cost of not fighting and winning WW II would have been unimaginably greater -- a world dominated by Japanese Imperialism and German Nazism.
This is not a 60-Minutes TV show, or a 2-hour movie in which everything comes out okay. The real world is not like that. It is messy, uncertain, and som etimes bloody and ugly. It always has been, and probably always will be.
The bottom line is that we will have to deal with Islamic terrorism until we defeat it, whenever that is. It will not go away if we ignore it. If the US can create a reasonably democratic and stable Iraq, then we have an ally, like England, in the Middle East, a platform, from which we can work to help modernize and moderate the Middle East. The history of the world is the clash between the forces of relative civility and civilization, and the barbarians clamoring at the gates to conquer the world.
The Iraq War is merely another battle in this ancient and never ending war. Now, for the first time ever, the barbarians are about to get nuclear weapons. Unless somebody prevents them from getting them.
We have four options:
1 . We can defeat the Jihad now, before it gets nuclear weapons.
2 . We can fight the Jihad later, after it gets nuclear weapons (which may be as early as next year, if Iran's progress on nuclear weapons is what Iran claims it is).
3. We can surrender to the Jihad and accept its dominance in the Middle East now; in Europe in the next few years or decades, and ultimately in America.
OR
4 . We can stand down now, and pick up the fight later when the Jihad is more widespread and better armed, perhaps after the Jihad has dominated France and Germany and possibly most of the rest of Europe. It will, of course, be more dangerous, more expensive, and much bloodier.
If you oppose this war, I hope you like the idea that your children, or grandchildren, may live in an Islamic America under the Mullahs and the Sharia, an America that resembles Iran today.
The history of the world is the history of civilization clashes, cultural clashes. All wars are about ideas, ideas about what society and civilization should be like, and the most determined always win.
Those who are willing to be the most ruthless always win. The pacifists always lose, because the anti-pacifists kill them.
Remember, perspective is everything, and America's schools teach too little history for perspective to be clear, especially in the young American mind.
The Cold War lasted from about 1947 at least until the Berlin Wall came down in 1989; forty-two years!
Europe spent the first half of the 19th century fighting Napoleon, and from 1870 to 1945 fighting Germany!
World War II began in 1928, lasted 17 years, plus a ten year occupation, and the US still has troops in Germany and Japan. World War II resulted in the death of more than 50,000,000 people, maybe more than 100,000,000 people, depending on which estimates you accept.
The US has taken more than 3,000 killed in action in Iraq. The US took more than 4,000 killed in action on the morning of June 6, 1944, the first day of the Normandy Invasion to rid Europe of Nazi Imperialism.
In WW II the US averaged 2,000 KIA a week -- for four years. Most of the individual battles of WW II lost more Americans than the entire Iraq war has done so far.
Th e stakes are at least as high. A world dominated by representative governments with civil rights, human rights, and personal freedoms. . or a world dominated by a radical Islamic Wahhabi movement, by the Jihad, under the Mullahs and the Sharia (Islamic law)
It's difficult to understand why the average American does not grasp this. They favor human rights, civil rights, liberty and freedom, but evidently not for Iraqis.
"Peace Activists" always seem to demonstrate here in America, where it's safe.
Why don't we see Peace Activist demonstrating in Iran, Syria, Iraq, Sudan, North Korea, in the places that really need peace activism the most? I'll tell you why! They would be killed!
The liberal mentality is supposed to favor human rights, civil rights, democracy, multiculturalism, diversity, etc . , but if the Jihad wins, wherever the Jihad wins, it is the end of civil rights, human rights, democracy, multiculturalism, diversity, etc.
Americans who oppose the liberation of Iraq are coming down on the side of their own worst enemy!
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Raymond S. Kraft is a writer living in Northern California that has studied the Middle Eastern culture and religion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Her First Time Part Three and Four
Copyright Deni Wom 2006
God his cock was hard! With his fingers he tested its solidity and girth. Nothing like the black men in the videos, but certainly harder than he had ever been before.
Misic looked again at his wife’s vaginal opening. The men’s sperm had now run across her little brown patch below her vaginal opening.
Misic remembered the first time she had allowed him to use her there. At first she had been very reticent and obviously nervous about him entering her forbidden orifice. But he had been careful and taken it slowly, and he thought, by the time he had filled her with all he had, that she had even groaned a few times in enjoyment.
After that first time, she had allowed him to use her there only when she was already obviously sexually receptive. But his memory of how tight her anus was, and how it had looked as its thin dark lips sucked his cock each time he withdrew, made his already tensely aroused prick extremely sensitive. He stopped his hand movement, hoping against hope that his balls would not erupt yet.
Luckily, he was able to still his building orgasm. He stood there breathing hard as he watched another dollop of sperm oooooooz from her pussy and begin to run down her perineum toward her still slightly pulsing little unused asshole.
Misic thought about how, after that particular time when she had openly frigged pussy in front of him, it had been a very long time before she had again allowed herself to be so brazen. Whenever he brought up her “solomente”, she would change the subject, as if she had forgotten how intense her orgasm had been.
Her continuing avoidance of the subject of sex caused Misic to fear he would never reach his goal of seeing his beloved wife finally totally and completely fulfilled by a perfect, wonderfully large, dominant black penis that made her scream in ecstasy, making her want sex over and over, making her cum like the intensely sexual woman Misic hoped his wife was in her sweet heart of hearts.
So it had been almost a year and a half before she had once again allowed him to see her fingers fluttering on her sweet little innocent pussy. Misic adored his wife’s sex, especially when it seemed to have a mind of its own. He loved it when it seemed as if she was its little slave, rather than a reluctant participant in his rampantly interracial fantasies.
But the next time had again been after they had watched another video of beautiful endowed black men enjoying apparently sex starved white women.
Dana’s response had been different this time. She had allowed her fingers to “do the walking” again as she watched the screen with her luminescent brown eyes, her eyes wide as if she were afraid she might miss her favorite parts.
And then about half way through the video, just after the black, incredibly masculine star had pressed the head of his prodigious prick into the tiny little white woman’s tiny little cunt, and the woman was screaming obscenities at the dominant black man riding her pussy about fucking her cunt deep till she exploded, that she had said “Come do me with your cock honey!”
Misic thought perhaps he had not understood her. But she was waiting expectantly somehow as her face stayed turned toward the screen. She had leaned back and spread her thighs wide, her fingers holding her pussy lips apart, as though waiting for him to enter her.
Misic could see her dew-dropped wetness, and a small part of her interior was actually visible to his bulging eyes. No question about it, her body wanted a cock! And Misic was more than happy for it to be his cock, . . . . . this time. Misic was incredibly turned on, and as he climbed into the receptive Y of his wife’s excitement, he could not help thinking what it would be like to watch a wonderfully endowed black man take the very same route his little white prick was taking right now.
Her wetness was astonishingly slick. Misic bottomed in her without even pressing down on her. His cock could instantly feel her pulsing vagina around his organ.
Unlike before, however, Dana’s eyes were now closed, and the dreamy look on her face suggested that she was fantasizing about someone else, not her husband, being inside her, another man with perhaps superior equipment?
In the flickering light of the television screen, Misic could vaguely see that her mouth was moving, forming unspoken words.
He wondered what she was thinking, who her fantasy was about. Was it a current lover he had somehow not been aware of? Was it a past remembrance? Was she actually not a virgin when they married, and was she thinking of her first lover now? Misic felt a little queasy as he began to think about the possibilities.
Suddenly the light from the television screen became quite bright and Misic could see her lips clearly. Yes, she was indeed fantasizing about another man being inside her! As Misic watched, without doubt her lips formed “Oh god yes honey, oh god yes! Fuck my little white cunt with your big black fuck pole!”
Misic exploded inside his wife’s cunt with a force he had never felt before!
His wife had been fantasizing about a black man fucking her!
Misic remained hard after he finished cumming! This had never happened to him before. He was still hard, and his cock had just explosively ejected his sperm!
Misic continued to pump his nearly oblivious wife. Her body continued to hump against his erection, her had shaking back and forth in her need. She was softly mewling now, trying hard to cum, but not getting that last bit of “Uuuumph” to get her over that last proverbial hillock to her orgasmic goal.
Finally in frustrated desperation she pushed Misic’s pelvis back away from her frantic opening, murmuring “Hold still baby!” and then began to frantically frig her clittie as she again silently mouthed four lettered fantasies about her lover’s monster cock fucking her hard and deep.
Misic watched as his cock held still at the mouth of her vagina. Suddenly his beloved wife screamed “OH GOD YES FUCK ME DEEP AND HARD with that HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGEEEEEE . . . . . .. “
Misic could feel the mouth of her cunt twisting and clenching on his cock head, the only part of his cock that was still inside her. As she bridged up on her shoulders and heels, her hips hammered his with a ferocity Misic had experienced. Her orgasm seemed to be interminable as her body wrenched and slammed him as her face contorted into a semblance of a woman giving birth.
Suddenly Dana collapsed, her breast heaving, her mouth open, her eyes wide, but only the whites of her eyes showing. She groaned a long deep release, as if she had just delivered a baby, then slowly, slowly relaxed, finally resting again on the sheets under her suspended, shocked husband. Her eye lids fluttered slowly closed as her breathing returned hesitantly to normal.
After a few moments, Misic could see that his beloved wife was fast asleep, her face still contorted in the throes of her ferocious cummings. As he lovingly continued to watch her, her mouth slowly softened, then turned to a slightly upturned smirk of imminent satisfaction.
Her First Time Part Four
Copyright Deni Wom 2006
Misic was beside himself with consternation. Obviously his wife enjoyed her thoughts of being with another man, and especially seemed to fantasizing about being with a black man. But try as he might, he could not get her to admit to her fantasies. Nor could he understand how she could seemingly go for months without needing to have sex. Then, just when he would about decide she had totally given her fantasies up, she would go off the deep end and cum like never before.
Misic wracked his brain over and over trying to decide how to convince his wife to let herself be the incredibly sensual woman she had been a few times as they watched the interracial videos.
But then, month after month went by, and soon it had been a year and a half since Misic’s wife had allowed herself to let go and abandon her inhibitions.
But this time, a fluke, an extravagant bit of luck really, allowed Misic to begin to tap her sublimated sexuality.
Misic had been surfing the internet, and being particularly horny, had perused the interracial video ordering sites.
When he had Googled this time for interracial, a new site had popped up. Upon traipsing through it, Misic had discovered that they had one section of the site that specialized in producing and selling famous porn stars’ anatomical parts!
Eagerly Misic looked for the penis of the star that had so enthralled his wife the last time.
Imagine his excitement when he found of life size replica of not only his cock, but also his balls and asshole! The site photos of the item made it look incredibly life like!
With trembling fingers, Misic had ordered not only the prodigious black phallus, but also several more of the man’s porn videos.
When the package finally came, Dana was the one who signed and received it. She signed for it when she saw that it was something her husband had ordered from someplace in Amsterdam, Holland. She instantly sensed that something unusual was happening. But she was a good and faithful wife and simply set the box, about the size of two shoeboxes, on his desk.
Dana, her sixth sense in overdrive, wondered all day long what her husband was up to.
She had her furtive, guilt-laden hopes. She knew that if it was indeed what she thought it was, she would not disappoint him tonight. She was ready. She felt her catholic guilt try to overwhelm her several times. But she firmly put it aside as she called her girlfriend to ask if she would watch the kids that evening for awhile.
Before Misic got home, she bathed and readied herself for him.
The box on his desk kept catching her eye. She was certain, and more so even as the day went by, that it held one of those exciting tapes of a black man enjoying white women.
She busied herself in the kitchen when he came home, trying hard not to act like the little white slut she wanted to be for her husband tonight.
Finally she could not hold her curiosity any more. She slowly walked up behind him and massaged his shoulders for a bit, hoping he would take the hint and spill his secret to her. But the box was still sitting on his desk unopened!
Her girlfriend arrived right on time to pick up the kids. When she saw Dana’s face, her girlfriend whispered “You have to tell me every single detail tomorrow you shameless hussy!” Dana’s girlfriend winked at Dana and then added “I’ll keep them all night Dana, but you have to tell me everything when I bring them back!”
They had both giggle nervously as she turned and left with the kids.
God his cock was hard! With his fingers he tested its solidity and girth. Nothing like the black men in the videos, but certainly harder than he had ever been before.
Misic looked again at his wife’s vaginal opening. The men’s sperm had now run across her little brown patch below her vaginal opening.
Misic remembered the first time she had allowed him to use her there. At first she had been very reticent and obviously nervous about him entering her forbidden orifice. But he had been careful and taken it slowly, and he thought, by the time he had filled her with all he had, that she had even groaned a few times in enjoyment.
After that first time, she had allowed him to use her there only when she was already obviously sexually receptive. But his memory of how tight her anus was, and how it had looked as its thin dark lips sucked his cock each time he withdrew, made his already tensely aroused prick extremely sensitive. He stopped his hand movement, hoping against hope that his balls would not erupt yet.
Luckily, he was able to still his building orgasm. He stood there breathing hard as he watched another dollop of sperm oooooooz from her pussy and begin to run down her perineum toward her still slightly pulsing little unused asshole.
Misic thought about how, after that particular time when she had openly frigged pussy in front of him, it had been a very long time before she had again allowed herself to be so brazen. Whenever he brought up her “solomente”, she would change the subject, as if she had forgotten how intense her orgasm had been.
Her continuing avoidance of the subject of sex caused Misic to fear he would never reach his goal of seeing his beloved wife finally totally and completely fulfilled by a perfect, wonderfully large, dominant black penis that made her scream in ecstasy, making her want sex over and over, making her cum like the intensely sexual woman Misic hoped his wife was in her sweet heart of hearts.
So it had been almost a year and a half before she had once again allowed him to see her fingers fluttering on her sweet little innocent pussy. Misic adored his wife’s sex, especially when it seemed to have a mind of its own. He loved it when it seemed as if she was its little slave, rather than a reluctant participant in his rampantly interracial fantasies.
But the next time had again been after they had watched another video of beautiful endowed black men enjoying apparently sex starved white women.
Dana’s response had been different this time. She had allowed her fingers to “do the walking” again as she watched the screen with her luminescent brown eyes, her eyes wide as if she were afraid she might miss her favorite parts.
And then about half way through the video, just after the black, incredibly masculine star had pressed the head of his prodigious prick into the tiny little white woman’s tiny little cunt, and the woman was screaming obscenities at the dominant black man riding her pussy about fucking her cunt deep till she exploded, that she had said “Come do me with your cock honey!”
Misic thought perhaps he had not understood her. But she was waiting expectantly somehow as her face stayed turned toward the screen. She had leaned back and spread her thighs wide, her fingers holding her pussy lips apart, as though waiting for him to enter her.
Misic could see her dew-dropped wetness, and a small part of her interior was actually visible to his bulging eyes. No question about it, her body wanted a cock! And Misic was more than happy for it to be his cock, . . . . . this time. Misic was incredibly turned on, and as he climbed into the receptive Y of his wife’s excitement, he could not help thinking what it would be like to watch a wonderfully endowed black man take the very same route his little white prick was taking right now.
Her wetness was astonishingly slick. Misic bottomed in her without even pressing down on her. His cock could instantly feel her pulsing vagina around his organ.
Unlike before, however, Dana’s eyes were now closed, and the dreamy look on her face suggested that she was fantasizing about someone else, not her husband, being inside her, another man with perhaps superior equipment?
In the flickering light of the television screen, Misic could vaguely see that her mouth was moving, forming unspoken words.
He wondered what she was thinking, who her fantasy was about. Was it a current lover he had somehow not been aware of? Was it a past remembrance? Was she actually not a virgin when they married, and was she thinking of her first lover now? Misic felt a little queasy as he began to think about the possibilities.
Suddenly the light from the television screen became quite bright and Misic could see her lips clearly. Yes, she was indeed fantasizing about another man being inside her! As Misic watched, without doubt her lips formed “Oh god yes honey, oh god yes! Fuck my little white cunt with your big black fuck pole!”
Misic exploded inside his wife’s cunt with a force he had never felt before!
His wife had been fantasizing about a black man fucking her!
Misic remained hard after he finished cumming! This had never happened to him before. He was still hard, and his cock had just explosively ejected his sperm!
Misic continued to pump his nearly oblivious wife. Her body continued to hump against his erection, her had shaking back and forth in her need. She was softly mewling now, trying hard to cum, but not getting that last bit of “Uuuumph” to get her over that last proverbial hillock to her orgasmic goal.
Finally in frustrated desperation she pushed Misic’s pelvis back away from her frantic opening, murmuring “Hold still baby!” and then began to frantically frig her clittie as she again silently mouthed four lettered fantasies about her lover’s monster cock fucking her hard and deep.
Misic watched as his cock held still at the mouth of her vagina. Suddenly his beloved wife screamed “OH GOD YES FUCK ME DEEP AND HARD with that HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGEEEEEE . . . . . .. “
Misic could feel the mouth of her cunt twisting and clenching on his cock head, the only part of his cock that was still inside her. As she bridged up on her shoulders and heels, her hips hammered his with a ferocity Misic had experienced. Her orgasm seemed to be interminable as her body wrenched and slammed him as her face contorted into a semblance of a woman giving birth.
Suddenly Dana collapsed, her breast heaving, her mouth open, her eyes wide, but only the whites of her eyes showing. She groaned a long deep release, as if she had just delivered a baby, then slowly, slowly relaxed, finally resting again on the sheets under her suspended, shocked husband. Her eye lids fluttered slowly closed as her breathing returned hesitantly to normal.
After a few moments, Misic could see that his beloved wife was fast asleep, her face still contorted in the throes of her ferocious cummings. As he lovingly continued to watch her, her mouth slowly softened, then turned to a slightly upturned smirk of imminent satisfaction.
Her First Time Part Four
Copyright Deni Wom 2006
Misic was beside himself with consternation. Obviously his wife enjoyed her thoughts of being with another man, and especially seemed to fantasizing about being with a black man. But try as he might, he could not get her to admit to her fantasies. Nor could he understand how she could seemingly go for months without needing to have sex. Then, just when he would about decide she had totally given her fantasies up, she would go off the deep end and cum like never before.
Misic wracked his brain over and over trying to decide how to convince his wife to let herself be the incredibly sensual woman she had been a few times as they watched the interracial videos.
But then, month after month went by, and soon it had been a year and a half since Misic’s wife had allowed herself to let go and abandon her inhibitions.
But this time, a fluke, an extravagant bit of luck really, allowed Misic to begin to tap her sublimated sexuality.
Misic had been surfing the internet, and being particularly horny, had perused the interracial video ordering sites.
When he had Googled this time for interracial, a new site had popped up. Upon traipsing through it, Misic had discovered that they had one section of the site that specialized in producing and selling famous porn stars’ anatomical parts!
Eagerly Misic looked for the penis of the star that had so enthralled his wife the last time.
Imagine his excitement when he found of life size replica of not only his cock, but also his balls and asshole! The site photos of the item made it look incredibly life like!
With trembling fingers, Misic had ordered not only the prodigious black phallus, but also several more of the man’s porn videos.
When the package finally came, Dana was the one who signed and received it. She signed for it when she saw that it was something her husband had ordered from someplace in Amsterdam, Holland. She instantly sensed that something unusual was happening. But she was a good and faithful wife and simply set the box, about the size of two shoeboxes, on his desk.
Dana, her sixth sense in overdrive, wondered all day long what her husband was up to.
She had her furtive, guilt-laden hopes. She knew that if it was indeed what she thought it was, she would not disappoint him tonight. She was ready. She felt her catholic guilt try to overwhelm her several times. But she firmly put it aside as she called her girlfriend to ask if she would watch the kids that evening for awhile.
Before Misic got home, she bathed and readied herself for him.
The box on his desk kept catching her eye. She was certain, and more so even as the day went by, that it held one of those exciting tapes of a black man enjoying white women.
She busied herself in the kitchen when he came home, trying hard not to act like the little white slut she wanted to be for her husband tonight.
Finally she could not hold her curiosity any more. She slowly walked up behind him and massaged his shoulders for a bit, hoping he would take the hint and spill his secret to her. But the box was still sitting on his desk unopened!
Her girlfriend arrived right on time to pick up the kids. When she saw Dana’s face, her girlfriend whispered “You have to tell me every single detail tomorrow you shameless hussy!” Dana’s girlfriend winked at Dana and then added “I’ll keep them all night Dana, but you have to tell me everything when I bring them back!”
They had both giggle nervously as she turned and left with the kids.
Her First Time Part One and Two
Copyright Deni Wom 2006
Misic stood there, looking.
It had finally happened. After years of fantasy, of late night reading of erotica about other men’s wives learning to crave sex, sex with men other than their own husbands, it had finally happened. His own beloved wife was the one on the hotel bed, passed out from pleasuring, her little opening weeping white pearls of what remained of her earlier vigorous lust. The men had left now, taken their extravagant bodies with them, leaving the married couple to deal with the aftermath of their actions.
Misic thought back about the road he, and his wife, had traveled to reach this point. A point which realized he now had very mixed feelings about. His pulsating prick in his hand was hard as a rock, but his heart felt like someone had run over it with a lumbering lorry.
Misic remembered the very first time he had read a story about a white wife accepting a black man’s penis into her body and then going crazy with lust for the sensation of being so wonderfully, totally filled. In the story, she was filled like her own husband never could make her feel. Her husband had watched her being so lustily taken by the other man. Misic had masturbated three times reading the story.
After that, he had read every interracial cuckolding sex story he could find. His dreams had become filled with erotic couplings of black men making his beloved Dana respond to their fuckings the way the women in the stories did.
Misic wondered if it were possibly true, that white women would respond like that to a black man’s attentions. It made such an erotic story. But was it really possible his own wife would like it?
Then he had watched that video. The men in the video were powerfully built, and had immense black sex organs, bigger than Misic had up to that point thought possible. Misic had watched that first interracial video over and over, watching how their large penises would make the all the white women that they entered go berserk with lust. He knew that it was possibly just acting, that the actresses were just faking it, but he had to know, one way or the other, if his beloved Dana wanted to experience such a well endowed man, a well endowed BLACK man. . . . . . . . .
But how to broach the subject to his beloved wife? How do you ask your wife “Honey, would you please fuck a black man and let me watch?” Misic, embarrassed and humiliated, was stumped, and frustrated beyond belief. What kind of man wanted his wife to fuck around on him?
Over the next several years, Misic became more and more distracted while making love with his Dana. Oh he liked to make love to her alright, but in his mind, it was not his penis inside her, it was a gorgeous black shaft of immense sexual power that shot long thick ropes of virile sperm into her sexy little receptive womb as his wife writhed in ecstasy and unbridled lust. In his fantasy his beloved wife would cum over and over and over until she finally would pass out from the incredible orgasms the black man was giving her.
Or course, these lusty and virile fantasies only frustrated him more, because his wife would often not even cum when Misic’s penis was inside her, despite his best efforts. His penis, although not overly small, was certainly no match for the legendary endowments in his fertile imagination.
Misic flashed back to the very first time he had brought an interracial porno video home with him. His hands had been sweaty, his heart was beating a million miles an hour, and his cock was as hard as it had ever been nestled inside his pants. He had told her he had brought home a different kind of video to watch with her, and of course the kids would have to not be home while they watched it together.
Dana had assumed it was another run-of-the-mill sex video that she had become accustomed to her husband bringing home whenever he wanted her to have sex with him. So she had simply nodded in understanding, then made arrangements for the kids to stay elsewhere for the night.
Sweating and nervous, Misic had tried to act nonchalant while he loaded the video into the machine. But his cock was so hard he could not hide its bulge within his clothing. He turned away from Dana, his hands in his pockets, as he walked back toward the couch upon which she was already propped comfortably, her soft angelic smile watching his actions, wondering what was going on with her husband.
As the video began to play, and her husband had settled down onto the couch, moving somewhat oddly somehow, her eyes had turned toward the screen to see an immense black sex organ entering a little red haired white woman.
Dana’s eyes were instantly riveted to the screen. Blushing in discomfort at her sudden, abnormal but obvious attention to the prurient actions of the couple in the video, she tried to look away from the actions of the powerful black man that was so obviously being wonderfully and lustfully enjoyed by the white woman.
Dana realized that for the first time in a while, ‘How long has it been’ she wondered, her body was feeling moist. As the screen action progressed, she felt her own body wetten, opening slowly, preparing itself for penetration!
Dana felt shame at her feelings, but she also felt a deep sexual excitement that she had not felt for a long, long time.
Distracted by actions outside of her focused cone of vision, she looked down to see her husband kissing her feet. For much of the video, he had stayed there, paying her feet and ankles and toes homage as if they were his sole source of inspiration. Her eyes kept returning involuntarily to the screen, as the large black beautiful shafts on the screen pleasured woman after woman.
Embarrassed, yet inescapably intrigued, she wondered ‘What would that really feel like? What would it feel like to have such a large member inside me? Such a large member, . . . . . . . of that hue?’
That night, when her husband had come to her, he had slipped inside her body unusually easily. Her body was open and accepting, and his stiff member inside her had been welcomed by her ready opening, and wet channel.
But her husband had been too excited, and had orgasmed deep inside her well before she could complete her own slower rise to fruition. After Misic had pulled out of her, rolled over, and gone to sleep, she had lain there for far too long, wishing for her own fulfillment. She was too shy to seek her own peak as her husband slept beside her. After all, a good catholic woman does not need to ever touch herself. She had been a blushingly naïve virgin when she married Misic, and had been eternally faithful to him ever since.
But finally she had gotten up out of bed and gone back into the living room. And then after much hesitation and an internal mental hassle, had pushed the rewind button. Again she sat cross legged on the couch, her luminous eyes filled with growing curiosity and lust, watched the video again, her nakedness under her robe available to her if she ever chose to touch it.
Her own neediness had distressed her, her traitorous body crying out for carnal fulfillment as her large liquid brown eyes watched the white women being so wonderfully filled with the black men’s immensities.
‘What would that feel like, to be so completely filled over and over, and so deep inside me?’ she wondered.
It had shocked her when she realized that her own finger was stroking her little unfulfilled clittie.
But her own touch felt so good, and her heated body was already nearing its peak, her moment of ecstasy was only a few lithe caresses away . . . . . . . . and then, as yet another white woman began to orgasm on the screen, her own body had conspired against her.
As the black man filled the white woman in the video with his copious seed, Dana exploded. She had to bite her lip to stifle any noises as her body wracked in ecstasy for moment after moment, her flood of orgasms coming in wave after wave of incredibly powerful pleasure, pleasure beyond what she had ever experienced with her loving husband.
Dana had finally collapsed there on the couch, awakening an hour later feeling incredibly fulfilled and refreshed. She had turned off the TV, then dawned a warm night gown and rejoined her still snoring husband in their marital bed.
Dana slept better that night than she could ever remember since she was a young and innocent child.
Her First Time Part Two
Copyright Deni Wom 2006
Misic smiled, his hand beginning to stroke his erect penis, even if somewhat sadly, as he remembered the next interracial video he had brought home for them to watch. He had spent a great deal of time this time, reading through the titles and the back cover of the video to find just the right one, one that showed the white woman taking more than one of the black men at a time. The cover he finally selected promised that the actress took the men in all of her various openings.
Misic had taken it upon himself to find a place for the kids to be for the night while he and Dana watched this newly rented video.
Misic had a fierce, throbbing erection all the way home. In fact he had had to keep his hand in his pocket at the video store as he walked up to the counter and paid for the pornographic video. The amused owner had chuckle under his breath when he saw a customer approaching the checkout counter with a boner he was obviously trying to hide.
Misic had a hard time not watching the video before his beloved wife got home. And then his overly expectant cock seemed to not soften at all, even during dinner. Dana had noticed his little bulge and knew that he was planning something again. She thought back to the video that had so overtaken her months before. Dana hoped, secretly and in a way that allowed her to barely think about it, that her husband had brought home another of those videos where a handsome large black man enjoyed the favors of a white woman. There was something about that scenario that made her loins stir like nothing ever had before.
Misic had vivid visions of himself on his knees groveling in front of his wife, sucking her toes and kissing her feet as she watched and became aroused by the action on the television, as she watched wonderfully large cocks fucking beautiful, white, receptive, highly aroused women, women that seemed to cum easily and with utter abandon, screaming out dirty words and begging the men to fuck them till they came, spurting huge gobs of potent sperm inside the women’s receptive wombs.
Misic dreamily fantasized about what it would be like to see his own wife with her gorgeous legs spread wide open, a well built black man riding her hard as she screamed to be fucked and used till the black man was fully satisfied. Then, blushing in embarrassment, Misic saw himself, in his fantasy, crawling up from his sexy wife’s feet to cleanse her vagina of the black man’s copious using and leavings, just like in the stories about men who liked their wives to have their own sexual freedom..
Perhaps he would even touch the vastly superior black penis that had so thoroughly and so completely used his wife’s spasming cunt until she had passed out from the delirium of the stranger’s extravagantly macho equipment, pleasured his beautiful wife in a way that his much smaller, shorter, thinner, inferior penis could ever hope to do.
Misic’s pants held a dark and obvious wet spot, wetness through the fabric of his underwear and his trousers from the fluids of his own excitement. Dana noticed, but did not mention it to her husband, knowing that she would soon reap the benefits of his growing excitement.
She smiled to herself as she realized it had been some time since she felt aroused. But her husband’s obvious excitement was, interestingly enough, causing her own body to rise in its own elevated anticipation of coming fulfillment.
After she had finished the evening’s dishes, she padded silently, barefoot, into the living room to see her husband, embarrassed at having been caught, hastily remove his hand from his bulge. He had obviously been toying with his still clothed erection. The wet spot on his trousers was obviously larger and darker now.
Misic broke the distinctly uncomfortable ensuing silence by asking, his voice cracking with his embarrassment, if she wanted to watch a video with him again.
Dana smiled at her husband as she felt her own body freshen from his confirmation of what he had been anticipating all evening.
She nodded to show her husband she was ready to watch the video as she sat at the opposite end of the couch from him. She pulled her legs up into a cross legged position and waited for him to prepare the electronics for their evening entertainment.
Then, just as Misic was ready to start the video, she suddenly said “Honey, I’m going to put my nightgown on, can you wait a few more minutes for me?”
Misic was overjoyed because he knew it meant her little kitty would be uncovered under her nightgown as she watched the video. So if she wanted to, her little sex would be much easier to touch, to instigate stimulation than if she were still dressed in her normal daytime attire.
Dana returned in a few moments, her hair down and her night gown on.
She had worn her short nightie!
Misic stared at his wife’s bare pussy as she sat back down on the couch, again sitting cross legged, her sweet little cleft almost visible to her husband under the warm hem of her gown, as she waited expectantly for the video to begin. It had been YEARS since she had dressed in a way that her husband could see her womanhood.
Misic became very hopeful.
The video was everything that the cover had advertised it to be. Misic’s eyes and mind were immersed in the prurient visions of the women being so incredibly pleasured over and over by many men, black men, with their incredible black pricks. The women appeared to actually be cumming over and over and over as at least three men at a time enjoyed their shapely needy bodies.
Misic and Dana were both shocked to see several of the women actually discharge a clear fluid from their vaginas as they came explosively. They wondered out loud to each other what had happened. Had the women actually accidentally peed as they came? They both wanted to know what had transpired, but had no one to ask.
Asking Misic to back up the video several times, Dana closely watched the women’s faces as they discharged copious liquids from their bodies. Their ecstatic faces convinced her that the women had indeed experienced a mind shattering orgasm. Dana found herself suddenly wanting to experience that same sensation that the women were feeling.
About half way through the video, Dana acknowledged to herself that she was intensely aroused. Unsure of how to proceed in this condition, she thought carefully about what her husband seemed to be feeling and wanting from her. She decided that he seemed to want her to enjoy the thoughts of being with a black man.
She had to admit to herself that she was finding those thoughts enticing and arousing. In fact, she admitted that her own body was growing unusually moist from watching the sexy videos of black men having white women any way they wanted them.
She wondered what Misic would do if she actually touched herself as she watched the video. Her instincts told her that he would like that. She thought he WANTED to see her becoming obviously aroused as she watched the sex play on the screen.
Slowly she allowed her hand to slide on down her stomach, across her thigh and between her legs. With her middle finger she slowly stroked her little lips. She was shocked by how wet she was. Her vaginal opening was SOAKED!
Misic’s eyes were instantly glued to her fingers as she continued to pleasure herself.
Dana’s wide brown eyes continued to watch the video, but, out of the corner of her eye, was highly aware of her husband watching her play with her own body.
She slipped her first and second finger into the cleft of her pussy as she ran them lightly on both sides of her already saturated hood. Her little clittie, surging heavily, seemed to beckon her to enjoy even more digital encouragement.
She heard herself make a low moaning sigh. Here eyes watched the way the men’s bodies made the women’s openings stretch prodigiously. She watched the women’s pussies and bottoms seem to suckle the men’s thick blackness as they pulled their lengths out of the women’s plundered orifices over and over, plunging back into their bodies with utter abandon.
She half decided to let her husband experiment with that activity the next time he begged her to let him have her backside in that way.
The decision made her own body seem to leap toward readiness.
Without consciously deciding to, Dana found herself frigging her pussy with excited uninhibited gusto, reveling in the knowledge that another person, her husband, was watching her abandon her inhibitions and submit to her sexual needs.
She let her fingers delve into her vagina, feeling her own body beginning to pulse in readiness of an impending orgasm.
Dana felt her hips begin to involuntarily work up and down to press against her wicked fingers as they massaged her naughty little clittie. She had never felt her button so hard, so engorged with her desire. She began to pant, and heard her voice begin to say words she had never used before.
“Oh god yes, fuck her cunt! Fuck that little white slut’s cunt! Make her cum whether she wants to or not! YEAH! Fuck that fucking slut’s nasty cunt!”
Dana exploded into an orgasm that made all previous fulfillments pale in comparison.
Ashamed of himself, Misic felt his own cock spurt, and his hand had not even touched his own skin! His underwear were now soaked with pre-cum, and humiliatingly saturated with his own sperm.
But, he rationalized, his beloved wife had just enjoyed watching the interracial video so much that she had gone totally out of control! She had cum viciously even as he watched her frig her own wet cunt! Misic wanted this more than anything else in the world.
Misic felt his fantasy hopes swelling, growing, marching toward final fruition. His hopes soared toward maybe seeing his favorite sexual fantasy finally come true. He began to plan his next move in his attempt at seducing his wife to try a wonderfully endowed black man as he watched her being taken and used, as she came with the man’s big black cock fucking her full of his virile sperm.
Misic stood there, looking.
It had finally happened. After years of fantasy, of late night reading of erotica about other men’s wives learning to crave sex, sex with men other than their own husbands, it had finally happened. His own beloved wife was the one on the hotel bed, passed out from pleasuring, her little opening weeping white pearls of what remained of her earlier vigorous lust. The men had left now, taken their extravagant bodies with them, leaving the married couple to deal with the aftermath of their actions.
Misic thought back about the road he, and his wife, had traveled to reach this point. A point which realized he now had very mixed feelings about. His pulsating prick in his hand was hard as a rock, but his heart felt like someone had run over it with a lumbering lorry.
Misic remembered the very first time he had read a story about a white wife accepting a black man’s penis into her body and then going crazy with lust for the sensation of being so wonderfully, totally filled. In the story, she was filled like her own husband never could make her feel. Her husband had watched her being so lustily taken by the other man. Misic had masturbated three times reading the story.
After that, he had read every interracial cuckolding sex story he could find. His dreams had become filled with erotic couplings of black men making his beloved Dana respond to their fuckings the way the women in the stories did.
Misic wondered if it were possibly true, that white women would respond like that to a black man’s attentions. It made such an erotic story. But was it really possible his own wife would like it?
Then he had watched that video. The men in the video were powerfully built, and had immense black sex organs, bigger than Misic had up to that point thought possible. Misic had watched that first interracial video over and over, watching how their large penises would make the all the white women that they entered go berserk with lust. He knew that it was possibly just acting, that the actresses were just faking it, but he had to know, one way or the other, if his beloved Dana wanted to experience such a well endowed man, a well endowed BLACK man. . . . . . . . .
But how to broach the subject to his beloved wife? How do you ask your wife “Honey, would you please fuck a black man and let me watch?” Misic, embarrassed and humiliated, was stumped, and frustrated beyond belief. What kind of man wanted his wife to fuck around on him?
Over the next several years, Misic became more and more distracted while making love with his Dana. Oh he liked to make love to her alright, but in his mind, it was not his penis inside her, it was a gorgeous black shaft of immense sexual power that shot long thick ropes of virile sperm into her sexy little receptive womb as his wife writhed in ecstasy and unbridled lust. In his fantasy his beloved wife would cum over and over and over until she finally would pass out from the incredible orgasms the black man was giving her.
Or course, these lusty and virile fantasies only frustrated him more, because his wife would often not even cum when Misic’s penis was inside her, despite his best efforts. His penis, although not overly small, was certainly no match for the legendary endowments in his fertile imagination.
Misic flashed back to the very first time he had brought an interracial porno video home with him. His hands had been sweaty, his heart was beating a million miles an hour, and his cock was as hard as it had ever been nestled inside his pants. He had told her he had brought home a different kind of video to watch with her, and of course the kids would have to not be home while they watched it together.
Dana had assumed it was another run-of-the-mill sex video that she had become accustomed to her husband bringing home whenever he wanted her to have sex with him. So she had simply nodded in understanding, then made arrangements for the kids to stay elsewhere for the night.
Sweating and nervous, Misic had tried to act nonchalant while he loaded the video into the machine. But his cock was so hard he could not hide its bulge within his clothing. He turned away from Dana, his hands in his pockets, as he walked back toward the couch upon which she was already propped comfortably, her soft angelic smile watching his actions, wondering what was going on with her husband.
As the video began to play, and her husband had settled down onto the couch, moving somewhat oddly somehow, her eyes had turned toward the screen to see an immense black sex organ entering a little red haired white woman.
Dana’s eyes were instantly riveted to the screen. Blushing in discomfort at her sudden, abnormal but obvious attention to the prurient actions of the couple in the video, she tried to look away from the actions of the powerful black man that was so obviously being wonderfully and lustfully enjoyed by the white woman.
Dana realized that for the first time in a while, ‘How long has it been’ she wondered, her body was feeling moist. As the screen action progressed, she felt her own body wetten, opening slowly, preparing itself for penetration!
Dana felt shame at her feelings, but she also felt a deep sexual excitement that she had not felt for a long, long time.
Distracted by actions outside of her focused cone of vision, she looked down to see her husband kissing her feet. For much of the video, he had stayed there, paying her feet and ankles and toes homage as if they were his sole source of inspiration. Her eyes kept returning involuntarily to the screen, as the large black beautiful shafts on the screen pleasured woman after woman.
Embarrassed, yet inescapably intrigued, she wondered ‘What would that really feel like? What would it feel like to have such a large member inside me? Such a large member, . . . . . . . of that hue?’
That night, when her husband had come to her, he had slipped inside her body unusually easily. Her body was open and accepting, and his stiff member inside her had been welcomed by her ready opening, and wet channel.
But her husband had been too excited, and had orgasmed deep inside her well before she could complete her own slower rise to fruition. After Misic had pulled out of her, rolled over, and gone to sleep, she had lain there for far too long, wishing for her own fulfillment. She was too shy to seek her own peak as her husband slept beside her. After all, a good catholic woman does not need to ever touch herself. She had been a blushingly naïve virgin when she married Misic, and had been eternally faithful to him ever since.
But finally she had gotten up out of bed and gone back into the living room. And then after much hesitation and an internal mental hassle, had pushed the rewind button. Again she sat cross legged on the couch, her luminous eyes filled with growing curiosity and lust, watched the video again, her nakedness under her robe available to her if she ever chose to touch it.
Her own neediness had distressed her, her traitorous body crying out for carnal fulfillment as her large liquid brown eyes watched the white women being so wonderfully filled with the black men’s immensities.
‘What would that feel like, to be so completely filled over and over, and so deep inside me?’ she wondered.
It had shocked her when she realized that her own finger was stroking her little unfulfilled clittie.
But her own touch felt so good, and her heated body was already nearing its peak, her moment of ecstasy was only a few lithe caresses away . . . . . . . . and then, as yet another white woman began to orgasm on the screen, her own body had conspired against her.
As the black man filled the white woman in the video with his copious seed, Dana exploded. She had to bite her lip to stifle any noises as her body wracked in ecstasy for moment after moment, her flood of orgasms coming in wave after wave of incredibly powerful pleasure, pleasure beyond what she had ever experienced with her loving husband.
Dana had finally collapsed there on the couch, awakening an hour later feeling incredibly fulfilled and refreshed. She had turned off the TV, then dawned a warm night gown and rejoined her still snoring husband in their marital bed.
Dana slept better that night than she could ever remember since she was a young and innocent child.
Her First Time Part Two
Copyright Deni Wom 2006
Misic smiled, his hand beginning to stroke his erect penis, even if somewhat sadly, as he remembered the next interracial video he had brought home for them to watch. He had spent a great deal of time this time, reading through the titles and the back cover of the video to find just the right one, one that showed the white woman taking more than one of the black men at a time. The cover he finally selected promised that the actress took the men in all of her various openings.
Misic had taken it upon himself to find a place for the kids to be for the night while he and Dana watched this newly rented video.
Misic had a fierce, throbbing erection all the way home. In fact he had had to keep his hand in his pocket at the video store as he walked up to the counter and paid for the pornographic video. The amused owner had chuckle under his breath when he saw a customer approaching the checkout counter with a boner he was obviously trying to hide.
Misic had a hard time not watching the video before his beloved wife got home. And then his overly expectant cock seemed to not soften at all, even during dinner. Dana had noticed his little bulge and knew that he was planning something again. She thought back to the video that had so overtaken her months before. Dana hoped, secretly and in a way that allowed her to barely think about it, that her husband had brought home another of those videos where a handsome large black man enjoyed the favors of a white woman. There was something about that scenario that made her loins stir like nothing ever had before.
Misic had vivid visions of himself on his knees groveling in front of his wife, sucking her toes and kissing her feet as she watched and became aroused by the action on the television, as she watched wonderfully large cocks fucking beautiful, white, receptive, highly aroused women, women that seemed to cum easily and with utter abandon, screaming out dirty words and begging the men to fuck them till they came, spurting huge gobs of potent sperm inside the women’s receptive wombs.
Misic dreamily fantasized about what it would be like to see his own wife with her gorgeous legs spread wide open, a well built black man riding her hard as she screamed to be fucked and used till the black man was fully satisfied. Then, blushing in embarrassment, Misic saw himself, in his fantasy, crawling up from his sexy wife’s feet to cleanse her vagina of the black man’s copious using and leavings, just like in the stories about men who liked their wives to have their own sexual freedom..
Perhaps he would even touch the vastly superior black penis that had so thoroughly and so completely used his wife’s spasming cunt until she had passed out from the delirium of the stranger’s extravagantly macho equipment, pleasured his beautiful wife in a way that his much smaller, shorter, thinner, inferior penis could ever hope to do.
Misic’s pants held a dark and obvious wet spot, wetness through the fabric of his underwear and his trousers from the fluids of his own excitement. Dana noticed, but did not mention it to her husband, knowing that she would soon reap the benefits of his growing excitement.
She smiled to herself as she realized it had been some time since she felt aroused. But her husband’s obvious excitement was, interestingly enough, causing her own body to rise in its own elevated anticipation of coming fulfillment.
After she had finished the evening’s dishes, she padded silently, barefoot, into the living room to see her husband, embarrassed at having been caught, hastily remove his hand from his bulge. He had obviously been toying with his still clothed erection. The wet spot on his trousers was obviously larger and darker now.
Misic broke the distinctly uncomfortable ensuing silence by asking, his voice cracking with his embarrassment, if she wanted to watch a video with him again.
Dana smiled at her husband as she felt her own body freshen from his confirmation of what he had been anticipating all evening.
She nodded to show her husband she was ready to watch the video as she sat at the opposite end of the couch from him. She pulled her legs up into a cross legged position and waited for him to prepare the electronics for their evening entertainment.
Then, just as Misic was ready to start the video, she suddenly said “Honey, I’m going to put my nightgown on, can you wait a few more minutes for me?”
Misic was overjoyed because he knew it meant her little kitty would be uncovered under her nightgown as she watched the video. So if she wanted to, her little sex would be much easier to touch, to instigate stimulation than if she were still dressed in her normal daytime attire.
Dana returned in a few moments, her hair down and her night gown on.
She had worn her short nightie!
Misic stared at his wife’s bare pussy as she sat back down on the couch, again sitting cross legged, her sweet little cleft almost visible to her husband under the warm hem of her gown, as she waited expectantly for the video to begin. It had been YEARS since she had dressed in a way that her husband could see her womanhood.
Misic became very hopeful.
The video was everything that the cover had advertised it to be. Misic’s eyes and mind were immersed in the prurient visions of the women being so incredibly pleasured over and over by many men, black men, with their incredible black pricks. The women appeared to actually be cumming over and over and over as at least three men at a time enjoyed their shapely needy bodies.
Misic and Dana were both shocked to see several of the women actually discharge a clear fluid from their vaginas as they came explosively. They wondered out loud to each other what had happened. Had the women actually accidentally peed as they came? They both wanted to know what had transpired, but had no one to ask.
Asking Misic to back up the video several times, Dana closely watched the women’s faces as they discharged copious liquids from their bodies. Their ecstatic faces convinced her that the women had indeed experienced a mind shattering orgasm. Dana found herself suddenly wanting to experience that same sensation that the women were feeling.
About half way through the video, Dana acknowledged to herself that she was intensely aroused. Unsure of how to proceed in this condition, she thought carefully about what her husband seemed to be feeling and wanting from her. She decided that he seemed to want her to enjoy the thoughts of being with a black man.
She had to admit to herself that she was finding those thoughts enticing and arousing. In fact, she admitted that her own body was growing unusually moist from watching the sexy videos of black men having white women any way they wanted them.
She wondered what Misic would do if she actually touched herself as she watched the video. Her instincts told her that he would like that. She thought he WANTED to see her becoming obviously aroused as she watched the sex play on the screen.
Slowly she allowed her hand to slide on down her stomach, across her thigh and between her legs. With her middle finger she slowly stroked her little lips. She was shocked by how wet she was. Her vaginal opening was SOAKED!
Misic’s eyes were instantly glued to her fingers as she continued to pleasure herself.
Dana’s wide brown eyes continued to watch the video, but, out of the corner of her eye, was highly aware of her husband watching her play with her own body.
She slipped her first and second finger into the cleft of her pussy as she ran them lightly on both sides of her already saturated hood. Her little clittie, surging heavily, seemed to beckon her to enjoy even more digital encouragement.
She heard herself make a low moaning sigh. Here eyes watched the way the men’s bodies made the women’s openings stretch prodigiously. She watched the women’s pussies and bottoms seem to suckle the men’s thick blackness as they pulled their lengths out of the women’s plundered orifices over and over, plunging back into their bodies with utter abandon.
She half decided to let her husband experiment with that activity the next time he begged her to let him have her backside in that way.
The decision made her own body seem to leap toward readiness.
Without consciously deciding to, Dana found herself frigging her pussy with excited uninhibited gusto, reveling in the knowledge that another person, her husband, was watching her abandon her inhibitions and submit to her sexual needs.
She let her fingers delve into her vagina, feeling her own body beginning to pulse in readiness of an impending orgasm.
Dana felt her hips begin to involuntarily work up and down to press against her wicked fingers as they massaged her naughty little clittie. She had never felt her button so hard, so engorged with her desire. She began to pant, and heard her voice begin to say words she had never used before.
“Oh god yes, fuck her cunt! Fuck that little white slut’s cunt! Make her cum whether she wants to or not! YEAH! Fuck that fucking slut’s nasty cunt!”
Dana exploded into an orgasm that made all previous fulfillments pale in comparison.
Ashamed of himself, Misic felt his own cock spurt, and his hand had not even touched his own skin! His underwear were now soaked with pre-cum, and humiliatingly saturated with his own sperm.
But, he rationalized, his beloved wife had just enjoyed watching the interracial video so much that she had gone totally out of control! She had cum viciously even as he watched her frig her own wet cunt! Misic wanted this more than anything else in the world.
Misic felt his fantasy hopes swelling, growing, marching toward final fruition. His hopes soared toward maybe seeing his favorite sexual fantasy finally come true. He began to plan his next move in his attempt at seducing his wife to try a wonderfully endowed black man as he watched her being taken and used, as she came with the man’s big black cock fucking her full of his virile sperm.
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