2 comments/ 40194 views/ 30 favorites BBC Worship Ch. 01 By: CumSlurpingCuckold I've felt for a long time now that I should give my perspective on the events and theories that have developed surrounding my wife Diane and our marriage. First of all, as her husband, I take absolutely no credit for her professional work, and won't attempt to add to it. As a PhD, her academic research is hers and hers alone, no matter if I drink Black men's cum from her hairy pussy or not. I would just like to elaborate upon the fundamentals of fuck-art and fuck-bliss from the cuckold perspective. I will discuss some basic principles, but expect that the reader is already familiar with Neo-Feminism and BBC Worship. I am the cum slurping cuckold of one of Academia's leading and most controversial feminists, and I hope that our story as told by myself is not entirely without interest, and hopefully merit. African Supremacy, BBC Worship, Black Breeding and Fuck-art...These concepts completely deconstructed all previous modes of Feminist thought, and many even believe them to have solved the issue of Black Reparations for slavery. In any event, this highly aesthetic insemination of White innocence by Black masculinity in the sanctity of marriage and with the White cuckold's full approval has revolutionized the academic consensus. I've been blessed to be a part of this from the very beginning. My wife Diane published "Nigger Loving Wives, a Taboo Investigation/Participation," to gain tenure, and since then has been practicing ever greater forms of radical assimilation (my wife is Jewish). For instance, we just celebrated her positive pregnancy test and are now looking forward to raising a healthy Black baby in 9 months. But, I need to start from the beginning, or somewhere around there anyway. This was the climax of a controversial research project she was undertaking early in her career, but we had been mutually attracted to Black men from the beginning of our relationship. My wife and I had always had similar sexual desires and tastes. I met her as an undergraduate. She was a very smart and controversial art student, hosting her own show of paintings of Big Black Cock. I attended it and we met there for the first time. I loved her work, but couldn't afford any of it. We were married in a Black church right after graduation and have always been open about her "Black dates," as we call them. Jerome was our best man and the father of our child. Now that their baby is on the way, we've settled into a routine of sucking cock. Fuck, but she does still crave a diet of thick Black potency in her mouth and down her throat. Thats one of the things I love about Diane, her thirst for Black cum and the way she makes love to Nigger dick with her beautiful face. Diane also just enjoys spending time with REAL men instead of me sometimes. She usually dates no more than 2 Black guys at once, and usually she is steady with just one Black lover. Jerome is becoming a steady thing though... I know they're falling in love. Diane met Jerome at the gym. Yes, he had strong muscles and was using large free weights that I could never even move. I happened to be near Diane when they bumped into each other accidentally, so I got to witness their first introductions. They laughed at something I couldn't hear and then turned to me, Diane introducing her new acquaintance as Jerome. I had a gut feeling that some how Jerome had already sized me up as a Beta that first meeting. Anyway, Diane exchanged contact information with him before we went our separate ways. They began a text conversation that night and things moved quickly from there. We began to theorize about the role BBC would have in a new type of feminism that was realist oriented instead of idealist in nature. I told her from my perspective, as a mostly impotent white male, I recognized the superiority of the Black Alpha male, and totally supported her desire for it, no matter what feminism had to say about it. But I did think that feminism had something to say about it, and we continued our conversation for several months, slowly working our way towards the ultimate truth of BBC Worship. Realistically, it was the purpose of White pussy to please Black dick. It was an exciting time for both of us, and it practically seemed to have cured my erectile dysfunction; all of the wild fantasizing and imagining that the two of us would get off on very nearly drove me insane. I knew my wife wouldn't be able to keep her personal reflections and behavior out of her academic work completely, but I had no idea at the time that we were about to be launched into public and academic scrutiny for her participation in the live performance Fuck-art video piece, "Black and White: Impregnation/Conception." I played a small, cameo role also, seen smoking cigarettes and jerking off my pathetically limp dick in the corner while Jerome is breeding the woman I love. It was pure fuck-bliss and condescending infamy, over-spilling all bounds of propriety and decorum. Darwinian eroticism, Black breeding and cuckoldry were shown to be the natural result of my impotence and erectile dysfunction. A healthy White wife is left with no other alternative than to seek Black Breeding; this is a Universal desire for Alpha Black Phallus - it's in all women by nature and by God. Being the impotent White cuckold was a role I was well suited for, and after all, we were fighting for the truth at a crucial time in history. Black cock must prevail - Jerome was our master. We wanted to spread the truth of Black Cock Worship. We were fucking to save souls, literally. The liberated woman deserved to get fucked. Our pleasure was martyring us, giving us waves of orgasm and little deaths, i.e. dozens of minor 'Black' outs, passing in and out of this world and one of pure cock adoration and love satisfaction. Cock-sex and Fuck-art... All praise due Nigger Dick. Amen. Cock Worship was revolutionary enough when it first hit the feminist scene, but almost immediately it became BBC Worship, the African superiority taking claim and asserting its preeminence. Black Breeding was going mainstream; so much pop culture was subtly or overtly worshiping the BBC, it was only natural that the Black man would find White pussy open up to him at every level of society. Like my wife, for instance - Hell, she was nothing but a fuck-cunt needing to be fucked up and pounded the fuck out by a big Nigger. We knew what we wanted, it was Black, throbbing, powerful. My wife and I worship Nigger Dick now... Big Black Cock. The Black man is superior over me, and my wife is falling in love with Jerome. The Black man is more masculine, stronger and more virile. Jerome is all of that, plus extremely smart and intellectual, smarter than me anyway. I drink his cum, hoping that I might benefit from the testosterone of a Real Man. Something about that Alpha Black power gets me off, and it's what my white feminist wife was born to submit to and pleasure - Black Masculinity, African Phallus. My wife is a willing receptacle for Black cum, and I'm willing to pay the ultimate price for it. I'm no longer a real man; I'm just a cuckold, a faggot for Jerome and Diane... From the realist feminist perspective, the liberated and enlightened woman tends more to her duties than her freedoms, and it is a duty to pleasure the Alpha Black male. Black men deserve their reparations, and it's our wives who give this to them in the form of Cock Worship and Total Subservience. All praise be to Nigger Dick, African Phallus. The Black man is superior over me and my wife bows down in loving adoration before this supreme source of masculinity and fuck-cum, dick-jism. She wants her fuck-bliss with him. I'm a cuckold for my wife, but I'm a faggot for her lover. The Black man just has a way of doing that to white Betas like me... I see how strong he is, and I realize I want to receive his fuck-tool and give him pleasure. Nigger throb-cock is now the object of both our awe and devotion. My wife's fertile Jew cunt was being filled with the potent essence of a Nigger. God, I fucking loved them both totally, with every fiber of my being. I wanted to watch my wife grow from his seed, I wanted to raise his child. Its a wonderful feeling - when we go out with her friends and coworkers, they know that she cheats on me and that I'm impotent. I never get any respect. A couple of them have told me that they're glad Diane has found a real man. Her best friend actually told me that I would have made a horrible father and that Jerome 'came' just in time. The guys kind of smirk at me, and the girls openly tease me sometimes, like I'm not a real man, which, I'm not, I know I'm not a real man. My wife is in love with a real man, but its not me. Jerome is the man in our lives. We worship him as a God, and I'm a faggot for his Black Supremacy and Superiority. This is the true way, the way of neo-feminism and fuck-art - getting our love on, servicing and submitting to the True African Phallus. Jerome is our fuck-hero. He plows us and seeds us. I love his God-juice, thick, lumpy seed, Nigger jizz. Its art because he's fucking into her with a strong shaft and she gets wet for him. Its fucking because its natural for Woman to receive fuck-power and fuck-bliss from God-cock, Nigger dick. This has always been the proper trend in evolutionary terms. The stronger man breeds. I don't. Its natural selection, but also pure bliss. This is why its Fuck-art and Fuck-bliss at the same time. For me... all I can really do is suck, lick, drink and watch... I'm a sissy fuck-fag. My wife is the Virgin Mary... Diane is fertile and in love with God, Jerome, the Godhead. Black Supremacy is fucking up her cunt and I love her so much. Its true love, natural Beta love and submission to my woman's Black Bull. He can fuck me in the ass, I don't even give a fuck anymore, I just want to please the man my wife loves, watch him Bull-fuck her good. I love them... Diane "...lusted after donkey sized cocks and their shooting cum was as potent as stallions." Ezekiel 23:20 The beauty of it all was that it was natural, as God intended, as Nature demanded and as Woman desired. My beautiful fucking wife writhing in pleasure, exhilarating pleasure-lust in the arms of her African lover. ***** I'm sorry, I'll have to finish this later in Part 2... I become so emotional just thinking about it all... I'm sorry if I ended by rambling on about the theoretical aspects, but this is a foundation for things to cum in Part 2, etc. Thanks for reading!! BBC Worship Ch. 02 I watched my wife take her Fuck-bliss with him, Jerome. His muscles bulging, body sweaty, he fucked into the love of my life. She had a wet, horny little cunt for him. Not for me. I wasn't even half the man that Jerome was. Not in any way, shape or form could I compare to Him. Not in my wildest dreams. Jerome was a Black Alpha, and as such, he had breeding rights on my wife. I'm glad they date and have a very romantic relationship. On our wedding night, she fucked him. He was our best man. On our anniversary, we hoped, he would knock her up. We trusted him. As I watched him plow in between her ass cheeks, thrusting a solid emotion of love making into my wife's pussy, with Diane kissing and squirming on him, my little white Beta dick twitched and began to get hard. That's how I knew that this was meant to be. They were dating a lot; I think Diane is falling in love with Jerome. That's how it should be. He is so much stronger and more masculine than I am, and he is smarter too. He deserves her. It's his right to breed my wife. I love her, of course. That's why I want the best for her, the best love making, fucking, the best Fuck-bliss and... hell, yes, the best breeding. She deserves the best - not me. The Universal Alpha, African Phallus is the totem we worship these days. And I feel so completed with Jerome's Nigger Dick lodged lovingly and deep inside our marriage, her fertile Love-cunt and our life. Her pink was sopping wet for him. He had such a Beautiful Big Black Cock. It was an honor to give my wife's womb over to his seed. My rigid little dicklette saluted his superior masculinity and strong Black Throb-cock. My whole body vibrated and I wanted my Fuck-bliss with him desperately. He knew that I would do anything he said, but when he came in the front door that day, he didn't have to say a word. He knew Diane was out of town, and he sat right down on the sofa after pulling down his pants and boxers. I stopped what I was doing and went over to him smiling, trembling with desire. I knelt before him and took his cock between my lips and into my hands; I was in paradise. I loved him. It turned me on so much to think that he was here with his BBC in my mouth because he knew I would willingly take my wife's place for him by doing what she normally did with him, as in getting him off, letting him cum in me. I loved the challenge his Alpha Masculinity presented to my gag reflex and my throat knew instinctively that I was being used by a Real man who had natural rights over me; I took his Throb-cock and was proud of it. He gave me my Fuck-bliss right there, by pushing his whole cock down my Face-cunt, into my Love-throat. I had some kind of psycho-somatic, whole body orgasm. I buzzed and throbbed as he fucked his bliss into my face. Fuck, everything felt just right, fucking perfect; I began bobbing my face up and down his God-cock. Giving Jerome all of my praise and glory turned me on so much, I knew he was a true Black-God. He would Forever-fuck me in that magnificent instant, his Fuck-tool thrusting through my snotty Throat-soul, my throat-snot thick and flowing around my love-locked lips. Eventually he brutally throat-fucked me, roughly, so that I couldn't breathe I was so full of Nigger Dick. He began pumping seed into me, gagging my throat with hands held tight around the back of my head, strong Black hands, strong Black hips thrusting against his hands, my head in the middle, getting fucked as more and more Black God-juice poured into my eagerly spasming, swallowing and gagging, twitching Love-throat Fucked-face. God, I had has Fuck-bliss in my belly now and knew I would sleep soundly tonight, well satisfied, made love to. The next day I got a text message from Diane. She would be flying home and arriving at the airport that afternoon and I was supposed to pick her up. Change of plans. Jerome was picking her up at the airport, and I would collect her from him at his house on Sunday, two days later. I had missed Diane a lot, but I knew she needed to get her mind and pussy fucked by Jerome, she needed her Fuck-bliss from him, and I was glad that he was there for her. I understood all too well that his commanding presence was her priority, his Black Seed was her need. She loved to pleasure him and wanted to make sure that he was well satisfied by her tiny, wet cunt. Her mouth, her heart, her ass, her womb - all belonged to Jerome, not me. I smiled contentedly when she sent me a photo of them together at the airport. They were kissing. I knew she was in good hands and safe. Jerome answered the door when I arrived at his home to pick her up. He was in a bath robe only. He smirked at me and shook hands with me, practically breaking my limp hand and wrist with the force of a Real male's strong, muscular grip. I knew he was showing me who was Boss. My wife got up off the couch when she saw it was me. She was naked except for a sheer negligee, from shoulders to just above the bottom crease of her ass... Her wet pussy hair was visible, and her phat ass jiggled as she tip toed to kiss, not me, but Jerome in front of me, as if in her own way to also show me who the new Boss was. She was his, and very happy that way. She was showing off. "So, faggot..." he began and then stopped as they both burst out laughing at me - I was embarrassed and my face turned bright tomato red. She looked so beautiful as she laughed at me, having so much fun belittling me by calling me a "gay cuck-boy, Sissy white fag." God I loved my wife. My wife would soon be making love to that Nigger Man again, taking her Fuck-bliss with him as I watched her receive a supreme injection of Love-juice and Baby-batter into her horny Wet-cunt and Slut-womb. Its the job of every Slut to give glory to BBC, and that includes my wife and I. Jerome is superior over me and I worship his throbbing Fuck-meat because He satisfies my Jewish wife's hairy cunt and her Cunt-hunger for Love-cock. ONLY a Black Alpha, a REAL man, can get into an ass like Diane's and satisfy that bitch's carnal desire and spiritual need for Nigger Cum. I love, love, love to drink his potent essence from her pussy. She was kissing this man and she was going to have his baby. Thats when it all become too real for me. I mean, she's making out with this muscular Black man in front of me... passionately... and with our mutual understanding that he would cum inside her as many times as it took to get her pregnant. My wife would be growing another man's baby inside her. Their lips locked, enclosing their tongues, joined. I cried a little bit. A tear ran down my cheek, her legs wrapping around his thrusting ass, his dick in her. Her eyes were closed, her body purring; she didn't see it. He pumped Fuck-bliss and Dick-jism into her, every muscle straining. She screamed: "Aghhhhh!! Fuck seed into fuck cunt knock up, I WANT YOUR BABY!! FUCK THAT CUM INTO ME!!" She was incoherent until her orgasm ripped through her mind simultaneously as his ejaculate ripped through her body and soul, from the depths of her cunt, concentrating her thoughts upon her deepest desires, cumming, loving, thinking about the future they would share together. BBC Worship Ch. 03 The time had cum to discuss the full implications of her pregnancy and ongoing relationship with Jerome, whom we both loved and worshiped dearly. Wasn't it time to admit to her family and a few other friends and coworkers who still didn't know? Didn't they deserve to know that the marriage that they had seen us commit to a few years ago was now a sham, that we were a threesome, a love triangle, a fuck trio? Shouldn't I tell everyone, so that they would know, that Jerome was the Alpha, the Black Divinity that could claim ownership of us, the Black God that provided us with Holy Fuck-bliss? Was there really any point in us continuing to share a bed every night? Wouldn't it be more natural for her to sleep with her lover? Her Fuck-bliss was with his Black Cock. Compared to that I was just a Sissy-white Cuck-fag. I'm a joke compared to a Real Man like Jerome. I had been drinking Jerome's cum for so long, I felt like he was deep inside of me, or even a part of me. I felt womanly like that. I knew my wife was a better cum receptacle and cock vessel than I could ever be, so when he fucked my face, I always tried really hard to please him, giving 110%. If it made more sense for Diane to have Jerome's child and to sleep with him most nights, then shouldn't they have their own special wedding ceremony as a way of telling everyone our good news? I knew it would be hard to explain to some of our family that this is what we both wanted, so I thought having an actual physical ceremony where I gave her to another man would make things crystal clear to everyone, and the thought really turned us both on. I knew Jerome would do it too, because he had already been acting like the man of the house. As we had recently been going out on dates and around town and stuff as a trio, Jerome had had plenty of opportunities to publicly humiliate me, and he seemed to really enjoy himself doing so. Diane would pretend to be shocked by his antics, but I could tell she was really laughing along with him inside. He would say stuff like, "A table for three for my lover, her husband and I..." I would blush tomato red every time My wife says she never feels like a true woman unless she's getting fucked like a whore by an overpowering, Alpha Masculine Black Man. She needs to be a Black man's whore, and thats really the key to Neo-feminism, in a nutshell. When Jerome blows a nut, that big bang occurs deep inside my wife, in places my limp little white dick could never even imagine reaching. And she says thats where she FEELS the most like a woman, in that deep spot inside her that his dick head strokes at the core of her Being, where his seed shoots When he bottoms out inside her and starts fuck thrusting friction into her love cavern, his Big Black Cock can actually reach into her spiritual existence and fuck Bliss into her heart, and at that moment, she describes it as the Feminine Enlightenment, a Tantric Bliss State on the 8th Level of Fuck-consciousness, Absolute Cunt-fulfillment. "I squirm, writhe and thrive on Black Meat. Jerome's Alpha Black Phallus is my one and only masculine God-cock. For now and forever, I worship the Divine Negro, Jerome. The Black Alpha is my true Husband, my husband for breeding purposes and love making. For Fuck's sake, I Breed Black, and for Love's sake, my first husband is nothing but a sissy White Cuck-fag Fuck-mop, addicted to Nigger Cum, just like me. From now and for ever more. Amen." That was my wife's marital vow to Jerome and I, stoned as fuck, in front of me, speaking to me, while he was fucking her from behind, granting her Neo-feminist Nirvana with powerful thrusts of God-cock. Now I just needed to cum up with my own vows to deliver at the ceremony, along with Jerome. I began planning out the details for my two love birds. There were over 300 invitations to send out alone. This would be a very public humiliation and transfer of power. But it was easy for me, because I had begun my spiritual and sexual devotion to Jerome many months prior. I was his Cuck-slave. When I looked into his eyes, I invariably imagined his strong Black Power cock in my face or down my throat. He was enchanting, even to me. Even when he was fully clothed, I felt drawn to his BBC. Every bulging muscle in his heavenly body screamed out, "If you like this, you'd love some cock in your face!!" When we talked, especially about Diane, I just agreed with him on everything. I would get lost in his deep, amazing eyes. He was so handsome. He wanted to fuck her ass out on their wedding night and I just nodded and wished him "Good luck..." I knew he would make such a handsome groom, and my wife was his natural bride. Everything just felt "right" and made sense in my head. I felt safer with Jerome as head of the household. He would be there to protect us from the storm. Our big strong Black Alpha would take care of everything. It felt so good, as the ceremony began, the wedding music playing, I walked my wife down the wedding aisle, all eyes on us. The cathedral was overflowing with people. My wife's innocence would be symbolically given away in front of many of the guests for a second time. This time, I felt more confident and assured; I knew it was the right thing to do. As we approached the alter, Jerome was there waiting for us, like a rock, like a Greek statue of ideal Masculinity. This man had it all, you name it, he had it. He was a perfect Black Bull. Six and a half foot tall. 220 lbs of pure fucking muscle, a 9 inch cock that unlocks Nirvana for my wife. He had all the tools needed to fuck Breed-love into my wife's welcoming ass. The sheer Power of Nigger Dick is such that God-juice can impregnate a fertile woman even from being deposited into her anus. If my wife Diane weren't already growing this amazing Black Man's child in her abdomen, I would want her to be Ass-fucked into conception. Perhaps next time. I just knew this thing was going to last for the long haul. Who knows how many children they might have together? They were about to be Man and Wife. I bowed as we approached Him. He merely smiled at this gesture, and I handed off my wife to him, feeling completely humiliated and defeated. Embarrassed and shocked my the reality of everything, I felt too inferior to even look Him in the eyes during the transaction. He took her hand lovingly and they turned to face me as I began my sermon and vows. "You've gathered here today to see me give my wife in ceremony and in actual fact to another, superior man. He will be her husband. She's already made her vows to him in private passion. I compliment her vow with my own, both with her and with Jerome. I will always love Diane and over the past few months of their affair, I've learned to love Jerome too. In fact, I worship Jerome as a sexually powerful Black God and give all honors and glory to the most high, his Glorious BBC. My wife belongs to the Alpha Black man in our lives, the man I worship as my Nigger Overlord. I may be a Cuck-fag Fuck-slave but I will always love Diane. She will remain my beautiful and loving wife, but Jerome will be her husband, the Real Man in our lives, the God-cock in our Fuck-cavities and the potent seed in her womb. Amen." There was a long pause and then an overwhelming applause, completely deafening. Everyone really supported my wife's decision. Some Black people cheered to congratulate Jerome on his prize, making a lot of noise, and I could see a few women looking at me with a sympathetic smile. Most of the men avoided looking at me, or if they did, their disgust was all too apparent. It made sense. I was a Beta male that had submitted to Neo-feminism and Fuck-art, giving the glory to the Black Man as my God. As the wedding music began to play again, we all exchanged rings. My wife gave me back the ring that marked our union and I took off my marriage ring. They went into my pocket, never to see the light of day again. Jerome simply put a new ring on her finger and that was that. They began kissing and the crowd went wild. Everyone was so happy for the three of us. It was a stunning triumph for Neo-feminism. My wife was simply taken by the stronger man, the more masculine and virile Alpha Black man. Fuck yes. It was natural, right and true. It was appropriate for the man my wife loves to breed her, not me. Jerome fucks Bliss into our Cunt-holes, fulfilling the ancient prophecies.