My first sexual experience other than with myself came about the summer after my freshman year in college when I watched an older neighbor jerk off. Mesmerized by his gleeful approach to climax, I caressed my clit and followed him to a promised land.
Repeating this as often as I could became an obsessive hobby that I fantasized going on forever. He had a surprise. Knowing I was watching, he looked directly into my eyes as he shot come in the air. I had an intense orgasm without touching myself.
I vowed to become more intimately involved in his orgasmic pursuit. Well-prepared, the next day I waited until he reached the point of no return, positioned myself in front of him, sucked his hard wet cock in my mouth, and drained his balls. Relishing the taste and feel of his come, I added my own moisture to the event. We were a lot closer after that.
Of course, Bruce was unable to keep his mouth shut, though I could hardly blame him. A friend of his hinted shyly at what he knew and his willingness to participate. I invited him to take a shower, and in seconds he was nude and headed for the bathroom. As he stepped wet from the shower, I swallowed his soft cock. Feeling it grow was an unexpected sensation, remembered to this day. Where Bruce shot quickly, he took longer, which was also stimulating.
Friend followed friend, and I soon had an enthusiastic group of admirers, each unique in some way. My orgasms became long waves on pleasurable seas. Maternal lessons on cleanliness had been well learned. The guys were careful to take showers, and I gargled religiously with antiseptic, before and after. Of course I heard the word “slut” from other girls. Not surprised that all those orgasms weren’t kept quiet, I was still hurt. Grams came to the rescue, confiding that she and Mom had earned this title a long way back and had come to welcome this recognition.
I am proud to be a third-generation slut. Why such joy should be viewed in a derogatory manner is beyond me. My mother explained that many people, having shame forced on them at an early age, learn to dislike themselves. So let them be jealous! Our three generations consider “slut” a complimentary term, and would have it no other way. Though “sexually liberated” is the more popular tune, I prefer slut, a stronger word with real meaning, not pseudo-intellectual nonsense. My life is a long, scintillating reward for being free of shame.
—N.T., Los Angeles, California
THEY PASS THEIR TIME PASSING FROM
ONE BLACK COUPLE TO ANOTHER
The phrase “Good things come in small packages” may be true, but over the years my wife and I have learned that “Better things come in big packages.” Missy and I share a propensity for fucking and sucking on black dicks and pussies. But being a white couple who live in a restrictive all-white community and belong to an affluent country club, we’ve had to keep our addiction to black dick meat a secret.
I was quite surprised to come home earlier than usual one day and open the patio door to hear the telltale moans of sexual pleasure coming from the den. I didn’t announce my presence but took a look through the side of the partly opened door. I saw my beautiful, platinum blonde, fair-skinned wife totally naked on her knees between a pair of man’s wide-spread, dark-skinned legs. He had his fingers entwined in her waist-length hair and was guiding her mouth all over the biggest, blackest dick I’d ever seen. Her tongue lapped all around his hairy nut sack, and soon her spittle and slobber had that dark cock and balls shining. Her dainty white hands were stroking his thick black shaft and massaging his balls. Every few seconds she would give the plump purple head a playful squeeze.
As the initial shock wore off I realized our black maid was sitting in a chair across from the action, giving my wife instructions. “Suck my old man’s dick, Missy. Suck that black meat good, white girl. Get ready, or you won’t be able to swallow all his seed when it spurts out.”
My wife stopped sucking, licking, kissing that fat hose long enough to say, “Jane, I promise I’ll swallow every drop this beautiful dick squirts. My husband and I will drain every black dick you and Michael can introduce us to.”
“Whoa, hold up. What’s all that about you and your husband draining every black dick?” Jane’s husband asked quickly.
Jane spoke up. “Oh that’s right, baby. Missy’s husband was down on his knees with a black prick stuck in his white ass and one in his mouth in those pictures that I told you about.”
My mind was racing, and I was putting it all together. It seemed to me that my wife had violated our rule about keeping our love of black cock a secret. We have to be discreet in our neighborhood because most people here just can’t get past the stupid assumption that all black guys are violent, aggressive, and dangerous thugs. My wife and I know and have enjoyed the company of lots of black men who are well-established attorneys, doctors, bankers, investment specialists, stockbrokers, and pilots. The fact that I enjoy sucking another man’s cock is totally unacceptable to a lot of closed-minded, inexperienced individuals in what we laughingly refer to as a “community.” It turns out, though, that Jane had accidentally found our rather large collection of erotic photo albums and probably our collection of videotapes that show my wife Missy and myself in sexual adventures with big-dicked black men and the occasional black woman.
As I continued to watch from my hiding place, I found out that Jane had confronted my wife Missy about the photo albums and videos and soon had her on her knees sucking her hairy, black pussy. There my wife discovered a large deposit of creamy dick juice Jane had gotten from an early-morning fuck with her husband Michael.
Missy told Jane how delicious Michael’s come tasted and Jane suggested that she get some straight from his big black cock. My wife asked how big Michael was hung and Jane replied he had ten inches with a thick shaft. My wife begged Jane to call Michael as soon as possible. That’s when I came in, soon after big-dicked Michael had gotten to our home.
Michael’s excitement at hearing that I also liked sucking black cock and taking it in my white ass turned him on. While my wife was sucking his dick he started shouting, “Sweet Jesus! How can I be so lucky? My wife works for a white couple that loves black cock.” Looking down he said, “Look here, girl, I have a few friends who have bigger cocks than I do.”
Jane agreed, saying, “Oh yes, Missy, they hang at our place all the time. They pull their big black snakes out in front of me and my knees just get weak.”
My wife was shaking with excitement. “Jane honey, I swear I’ll help you drink all the come Michael and his friends can spurt out.”
Michael said, “Will your husband help you?”
Missy said between sucks, “Hell yes, I’ll explain all this to him. He’ll understand. Believe me, he’ll be as excited as I am.”
I’d stripped naked while I was listening and started beating off and I couldn’t wait any longer. I stepped into the room and they all seemed to notice me at the same time. Our maid made a sort of squealing sound and blurted, “Shit! Bobby, please don’t be mad.”
I put my finger to my lips and said, “No, no. My goodness, I’m not mad. In fact, this is almost as nice a surprise as the one I have for Missy later.”
Missy’s eyes met mine and she looked intrigued. She immediately stuffed Michael’s thick, heavy dick back between her slobbering, swollen lips and started sucking again.
Too stunned to move, Michael said, “Hey man, you sure you’re okay with this?”
I said, “Hell yes. Let me show you.” I got on my knees beside my wife. She took her mouth off his big black bone, kissed me, and said, “I love you so much, honey. And you’re going to love this black beauty.” She pushed it toward me.
Michael looked astounded as Missy stroked his fat log, smearing her spit all around. He broke into a smile as I lapped around the flared rim of his cockhead, tasting his dick sweat and my wife’s slobber.
Michael said, “Goddamn this is beautiful! A white man and his little blonde-headed wife sucking my black cock at the same time! Damn!”
Jane was finger-fucking her pussy as quickly as she could, yelling out instructions. “Su
ck on my husband’s black cock, you horny white folks.” She urged us to make Michael come and then go over to her and service her pussy and asshole.
Missy and I smiled at each other and with a wink acknowledged that we had things exactly how we wanted them. We couldn’t think of anything else but sucking the dick juice from Michael’s balls and working on the wet, wonderful pussy waiting for us. I massaged Michael’s come-loaded nuts with my left hand and fingered his asshole with the middle finger of my right hand. Soon he tensed. His balls started to contract and tighten, his shaft increased in hardness, and he suddenly moaned, “I’m coming! Oh Goddamn, I’m coming. Take that load down, boy!”
And did he ever come! He blasted a long floppy string of jism into my open mouth, my tongue poised to catch every drop. I licked frantically at his spurting dickhole and I have never tasted such sweet, salty nectar before. I massaged his nuts as Missy put her tongue to work lapping up the last drops.
She turned to me with a drop of come on her upper lip and said, “It’s yummy, isn’t it?”
I had to agree.
We looked at Jane, who was inviting us between her wide-spread legs. Missy rushed over and started to lick, kiss, and suck her thick cunt lips. I moved slowly to her puckered asshole and licked her well-proportioned ass cheeks. I licked up and down her hairy butt crack and French-kissed her tangy, bitter asshole. As Missy brought her expert pussy-sucking to its natural conclusion, we were both treated to a flood of milky white cunt juice. Jane patted my wife’s thick, white-blonde hair and begged her not to stop licking.
After they left we settled into bed. Missy licked her dildo and I licked mine. She inserted hers into her thick-lipped pussy, its hair matted with spit and sweat, and started to slowly fuck herself. She took her clitoris between her thumb and first finger and started to pull on it, rubbing and stroking like it was a little dick. I slid my dildo into my puckered asshole with one hand and took my prick in the other, smearing spit all over the head and onto my hairy balls.
Between moans, Missy asked about the surprise I mentioned earlier. I told her that while she was playing with our maid and her husband, I was out making a deal. I was at a local handball court and met a six-foot-seven black dude named Jay who works as a basketball coach and was in town recruiting high school boys for his college. He decided to kill some time with a few games of handball.
I told Missy that after a couple of quick games we decided to hit the showers and go somewhere for a few beers. As I looked over at Jay soaping himself up, I immediately caught sight of his dark-chocolate meat, which was a good eight inches soft. When he noticed me gawking, he took his prick in his hand and slipped the foreskin back, revealing the plump purple head.
I told Jay he had a fine-looking cock and asked how long it was hard. He claimed over twelve inches. My eyes widened and I said, “Good Lord, I’d like to see that. I know my wife would love it too.” He suddenly realized that I was the same Bobby who went to high school with a mutual friend, Lonnie. He remembered Lonnie telling him how my hot-assed platinum blonde wife and I fucked every black cock in town—including his. While he was talking to me he was stroking his black sausage.
He walked across the tiled floor until he was standing directly in front of me and said, “Are you as good as Lonnie said?” Instead of answering I leaned forward to lick his black balls while he kept stroking his slab of cockmeat. His nuts were warm and wet as I sucked them. I hoped he had a big load of come in there and I let him know I wanted it.
As I told Missy about my day she was stuffing her dildo in and out of her pussy, which was making sputtering sounds as the rubber cock forced air out. She was dying to hear more. I continued my tale of the handball club.
While I still had his balls in my mouth, Jay looked down at me and said, “Lonnie told me that you and your wife like to suck assholes too. Is that right?” I told him to turn around and I’d show him. He turned around, bent over, and pulled his ass cheeks apart, revealing a huge puckered ring that immediately told me he was accustomed to having some cocks in there. I put my white face into his black crack and lapped the hot tight hole. He started moaning and said, “Get that fucking tongue in my black asshole, you bitch-ass, lily-white trick. If you lick it good maybe I’ll let you suck my cock like the little bitch you are.”
He moaned softly while I lapped his asshole, but soon I turned him around to take his black meat into my mouth. His hose was so long it drooped like an overripe banana. The head was covered completely by its long foreskin. I moaned and slid the skin back to take the head and two or three inches of the shaft into my mouth. He almost fainted when I slipped my tongue in between his foreskin and cockhead then swirled my tongue around. I cupped his nuts and took hold of his thick shaft. After a few minutes of glorious sucking I felt the come vein harden and swell and knew his load was on its way. I pulled back so he could watch the load squirt onto my pink tongue. He looked down at me and said, “Bobby, you’re the best cocksucker I ever had.” I smiled and sped up beating his meat. I wanted to taste his come so badly.
Just as the first wad spat out against my tongue, I heard a sharp intake of breath. The instant fear of knowing someone had caught me sitting on a bench in a locker room at the handball club sucking a huge black cock hit me like a bat in my stomach. I thought about stopping but his gooey come had me insane with lust. Regardless of the consequences I continued blowing him.
Missy let out a moan and said, “We really took some chances today, didn’t we? But it looks like it’s all going to work out for us and we’ll have some good black cock soon. I just hope it doesn’t backfire on us.” I was beating my meat and fucking myself in the asshole with the dildo and as Missy came I did too, blasting a long, pearly rope of come across my chest and face. Missy lapped it up as we moved into a sixty-nine and licked each other clean.
—B.K., Detroit, Michigan
TWO COLLEGE BOYS STUDY HARD WHEN THEY LEARN
SHE HAS A WOMB FOR RENT
My wife Brigitte and I have two basement bedrooms in our house that we recently decided to rent out to a couple of local college students. Brigitte is a leggy sixty-one-year-old with a smoldering sexual aura. I’m sure that many of your readers can’t imagine a woman of her age being considered sexually attractive, but one good look at her would change their minds in a hurry.
Brigitte is five feet six and one hundred thirty pounds and boasts a beautiful 35-27-37 figure. Her gray hair is cut short and styled to perfectly accent her narrow, sharply defined features. She has a beautiful tan, and she flirts and fucks around shamelessly. I not only condone her sexual adventures, I actually encourage them because they turn me on almost as much as they turn her on.
When we advertised the rooms we specified that we wanted male tenants only, and we were overjoyed when Edward and Chris came to check them out. Edward was a blond Adonis attending school on a football scholarship, and Chris was a huge black kid who played center on the school’s basketball team.
Brigitte showed them the rooms clad in nothing but white short-shorts and a red blouse she left knotted at the bottom and unbuttoned to her navel. She flirted openly with both of them as she showed them around the basement area. When I heard her offer them the rooms at half the advertised price, I knew that fireworks were in store.
While we helped the boys move their stuff into the house the next day, I waited to see which one Brigitte would try to seduce first. It turned out to be Chris, the basketball player. He was six-foot-six and weighed about two hundred ten pounds with a handsome face and a bristly mustache. Brigitte told him that I was going to be out of town on business that night and she wanted to go dancing. Her young prey eagerly agreed to take her out.
I sat stroking my stiff penis as Brigitte dressed for her outing in red high heels, a black pleated miniskirt, and a sheer red blouse like the one she had greeted the boys in the day before. My tall, slender wife smiled wickedly at me as she applied scarlet lipstick to her slim, expressive lips.
“Are you gett
ing horny, Billy?” she asked.
“What do you think?” I asked, bringing her attention to my eight-inch prick, which I was stroking slowly. “Are you going to fuck him?”
“If I can,” Brigitte replied, checking her face one last time. “He may not be into fucking old ladies, though. I couldn’t tell.”
“He doesn’t know what he’s missing if he’s not,” I told her.
Brigitte came over and leaned down to lick my cockhead, then kissed me lightly on the lips. I was aching to fuck her right then, but I knew that I’d get mine when she got back home. Chuckling softly at my discomfort, she pulled the skirt up to her waist, baring her snatch for me.
“Here it is, Billy.” She grinned. “Here’s your wife’s pussy, and it’s about to get a new, young cock in it.” I leaned forward and kissed her dark brown muff, which is sprinkled generously with gray hairs. More than fifty pricks aside from mine had penetrated that eager, juicy cunt over the past ten years, and at least fifteen of those pricks had also fucked her saucy butthole.
My wife took my throbbing member in her hand, her long red-nailed fingers fondling it expertly. “Just be patient, little hard cock,” she murmured, letting her miniskirt fall back into place. “Later you can take a black sperm bath.” I moaned with desire at her words, and Brigitte laughed as she walked out of the room.
She returned to our bedroom at two o’clock in the morning, although she and Chris had gotten back to the house at midnight. I was lying naked on the bed, come still splattered over my cock and stomach from a recent jerk-off session. Brigitte dropped her blouse, shoes, and wrinkled skirt to the floor. “Somebody’s been a naughty boy,” she said softly, running her fingers through the cream on my torso.
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