With that, Alex wrapped his legs around Kelly’s shoulders, and Ray positioned himself behind her, took his cock in one hand, and with the other hand raised her ass in the air. Before I knew it, he was shoving his cock in her ass. She moved around a lot until he was in and settled into a rhythm. Then she settled down a bit. Alex removed his legs from around her shoulders and slid his body down underneath her. She moaned softly as Alex inserted his cock in her pussy. My wife was getting penetration from two black cocks!
They fucked her like this for a while. Then Kelly rolled over, and both of the men pulled out. She rolled onto her back, and they knelt next to her. They stroked their cocks fast and hard until Ray came on her and she opened wide to take Alex’s big gusher in her mouth. With no hesitation, she took all the come they could feed her. And before the night was over each had taken a few more turns fucking her in the ass and coming inside her.
After they left Kelly lay there exhausted, but was at least willing to give me a thank-you blowjob for the experience I had made possible for her. Since that night our sex—especially anal sex—has been great, and we are in the process of making arrangements to hook up with a black swinging couple we found. Maybe I can fulfill my other fantasy, of fucking a black girl and coming in her mouth. I’ll let you know what happens.
If there are any girls out there who have thought about black cock, I say, go for it! My wife has never had any regrets.
—N.T., Portland, Oregon
HIS BLONDE GAL HELPED HIM CHECK OUT THE
LEGEND OF BIG BLACK COCKS
Big black cocks! Big black cocks! That is all I kept reading, hearing, and thinking about. I became obsessed with the subject. Is the legend true? Are black cocks bigger than white cocks? Finally I decided to do something about it.
I am a thirty-five-year-old white male. I began to hint to my gorgeous twenty-eight-year-old blonde girlfriend about my curiosity. Cathy let me know that she also wondered about black cocks and that it’s a common fantasy among white women. She knew I had read many stories about white women sucking off and fucking black cocks in front of their white lovers. Is this what I wanted?
“What the hell?” I said. “Let’s do it!”
Cathy began the search. It didn’t take her long to find a well-built twenty-five-year-old black male, six-two and two hundred pounds, who works out at the same gym she does. Cathy let Allen know up front what we were interested in, and he was more than happy to help. We were to start with a few drinks at a local establishment. When we arrived, we were surprised to find that Allen had brought another well-built black male, Larry, to join us, if that was okay. It was! After everyone was feeling good, we moved the party to our house.
Allen and Larry sat on the couch while Cathy changed. They asked me what I was into, and I let them know just about anything. Allen stood up and said that most white men who want to watch their women with black men also have fantasies about sucking black cock. Was this something I wanted to do? I said that was exactly what I wanted! He suggested I get on my hands and knees and crawl over to him. As I did, Cathy came out in a sexy teddy, amused to see me in my position. She wanted to know if she was still needed or if I was going to do all the cocksucking.
Allen said there was plenty of black cock to go around. He and Larry then stripped, and Cathy looked at me in disbelief, speechless. I too couldn’t believe the sight. Both cocks were in the ten-inch range. Cathy appeared to be in a trance as she dropped to her knees next to me and began to suck on Larry’s dick. Allen simply stuck his in my mouth. I watched Cathy out of the corner of my eye, but she was totally oblivious to me. I sucked Allen’s dick like I have always wanted to, until I was rewarded with his load of come. Then I watched both men fuck Cathy every way possible. When they were done, they simply got dressed and left. Little was said. Nothing needed to be said.
Cathy and I split up not long after that. I think she is totally into black men now. I too have a constant craving to suck more black cock. And I have!
—M.E., Detroit, Michigan
HE HAD NEVER HAD A WOMAN WHO WAS OLDER,
MARRIED, OR WHITE—UNTIL LILY
Since graduating from college three years ago (I attended on a basketball scholarship, while getting a business degree with a minor in English), I have worked for a small family manufacturing concern, where I am the business manager, accountant, and write advertising copy. Last summer the owners closed the place for two weeks to give everyone a vacation. They kicked things off with a party at their house.
It was a pleasant enough gathering. I spent part of the evening talking with my bosses’ neighbors, a white couple in their mid-forties. (I am black.) Max was some kind of executive at a large company, Lily a tax accountant. I talked sports with Max and taxes with Lily, an attractive blonde with long legs and large breasts. She wore a tight T-shirt, a short denim skirt, and a lot more makeup than I’m used to. She seemed to be looking me over pretty closely, but I couldn’t be sure. Next day I left for vacation and didn’t think about it anymore.
On our first day back at work, Sally, my boss, asked me to come into her office. She seemed serious, but hastened to tell me that this wasn’t work-related, and that my job wouldn’t be affected in any way. I was all the more curious to find out what this was all about.
“Do you remember my neighbor Lily, from the party?” she asked. I said yes. She went on, “Well, she asked me for your phone number, because she wants to ask you out.”
I was shocked, and asked Sally what she thought I should do.
“Well,” she said, “I’ve known Lily for sixteen years, and we’re friends, but the fact is that she has a lot of affairs, mostly with younger black men like yourself. She asked me about you because you work for me, but if it’s not you, it’ll be someone else. She’s probably been with at least a dozen guys since I’ve known her. So you should do what you want. She wasn’t sure how you’d feel about seeing an older, married white woman. Her husband has found out about a couple of her escapades, but there are a lot more he has no clue about. He’s still crazy about her, though, and always forgives her. They’ve been married over twenty-five years.”
I had never been with an older woman, a married woman, or a white woman. It seemed I could take care of all three in one shot. But I was curious. “How old is she, anyway?” I asked.
“Lily?” Sally said. “She’s fifty-one.”
Wow, I thought, she’s twice as old as I am! For some reason, that seemed exciting. “Well,” I said, “I guess there’s no harm in giving her my phone number.”
“Okay,” Sally said. “But do me a favor. If you decide to see her, use discretion. They’re my neighbors.”
A few days later my phone rang, and it was Lily. “Hello, Garrett,” she said. “This is Lily, Sally’s friend. I think you know she gave me your number. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, I don’t mind,” I said.
“Did Sally tell you why I wanted to call?” she asked.
I said that Sally thought she wanted to ask me for a date.
“That’s right,” she said. “Well, what do you think?”
I said I was game, and asked what she would like to do.
“Well,” she said, “I’m a married woman. What do you think I’d like to do?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Go dancing?”
She laughed, then said, “Well, we could call it that, but it’ll be very close dancing.” She paused for a moment, then said, “How about Friday night?”
I said Friday would be fine. Lily said she would check into a hotel at the airport that afternoon. She asked what time I could get there if I left right from work, and I said about five or five-thirty. “Great,” she said. She gave me her cell phone number, and said to call her from the lobby and she would give me the room number.
This woman had it all figured out!
At ten after five on Friday, I knocked on the door of her hotel room. The door opened, and Lily showed me in. She was wearing a red silk baby-doll nightie
and matching high heels. Her blonde hair was teased up high, and she had even more makeup on than she’d had at the party. As I walked in behind her, I saw the bottom of her ass cheeks peeking out of the short baby-doll. Obviously she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Help yourself to the bar,” she said. “I’m having a martini.” I went over to a table with some bottles and glasses, poured some scotch over ice, and took a swallow. I put the glass down as she came over and stood close to me. She had the radio on, playing soft rock. She put her arms around my shoulders.
“You said we could dance,” she said.
I put my arms around her waist, and we swayed to the music. She began grinding her crotch against mine and kissing my neck, and I got an erection almost immediately. The fact that she was my first older, married woman excited me. The idea that we were about to have sex made it even more intense.
Lily whispered, “I’ve been horny for you for three days. I thought today would never come.” I said I felt the same way. When we finished the dance, she walked over to the table and sat down, sipping at her drink. I came over and took another gulp from mine.
She said, “Why don’t you get out of those clothes so I can suck your cock?”
That was pretty blunt, and caught me off guard. “Really?” I said.
“Oh yeah,” she said.
She watched closely as I took off my shirt and unbuckled my pants. I had a monster erection and was a little self-conscious as I pulled down my boxers.
“Oh, it’s a beauty,” Lily said.
I sat down to get my shoes off, then took my pants off the rest of the way.
“Lie down and relax,” she said, “and let me take care of that lovely hard-on.”
I sat on the edge of bed, then lay down with my head against the headboard. Lily stood up, finished her drink, then joined me on the bed. She had a big smile. We kissed deeply, and her hand wrapped around my cock. She began working her way down my body with little licks and kisses until she got close to my dick. She straddled one of my legs, and I felt her wet cunt on my skin. Her face hovered over my crotch. She gave me another big smile and took my cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my pole. I’d never had a blowjob like this. I hadn’t come for about a week, and knew I couldn’t last long.
Lily took my balls in her mouth, first one, then the other, then both. She rolled them around in her mouth as she stroked my cock with her hand. My load started to build. She worked on my cock with long, slow strokes, and a minute later I exploded deep in her mouth. She raised her head and swallowed, then gave me another big smile and went right back down on me, really turning up the suction and continuing to pump me with her hand. I felt my balls draining as she sucked out every last drop. When she did, she eased off my cock, simply holding it in her mouth. She looked in my eyes as she rolled my load around on her tongue. She parted her lips enough so I could see her mouth filled with jism. Still looking in my eyes, she swallowed it all, slowly and calmly.
“God, I love black come,” she said, smiling at me again. She lay on top of me and began kissing my neck. “Well, are you glad you came?” she asked. I said I sure was. She laughed and said, “I meant, are you glad you came here today? I guess you thought I meant, are you glad you came in my mouth?”
“I’m damn glad of both,” I said, and she laughed again.
As we lay there on the bed, my hands began exploring her body. I took off her nightgown and looked her over. She was slightly chubby but very beautiful. My hands cupped her breasts, which didn’t sag as I’d expected they would.
“Yes, they’re implants,” she said. “Does that bother you?” I said no, and worked her nipples over with my mouth. After a few minutes she said, “Well, I’m married, so I guess what we just did makes me a bad girl. You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?”
“They get fucked,” I said.
“Yes, but they also get a good working-over,” Lily said. “Why don’t you give me a good working-over?” With that she rolled over to lie on her stomach, and I gave her a playful tap on her creamy white ass. “No,” she said. “A real working-over. Let me feel it.” I began massaging her ass with real energy, and she said, “That’s more like it.”
I continued to knead her ass, applying as much pressure as I could. I could feel her skin tingling in response to my touch and beginning to get very warm. “Don’t stop yet,” she said, so I kept up the treatment. My hands were beginning to tire with all my muscular exertion, and it seemed as if she couldn’t get enough of it. Also, I couldn’t help but notice that my cock was getting stiff again.
“Oh yes, I’ll be good,” she said finally. “I’ll be so good for you.” I worked her ass for another minute or two. Then she turned over again, and we kissed.
“Well, what did you think of my ass?” she asked.
“Very nice,” I replied.
“I want you to fuck me there,” she said. This was a new one for me, and I soon had a massive erection.
“If that’s what you want,” I said, “then that’s what we’ll do.”
Lily went back to work on my cock with her mouth. “I just want to get you wet,” she said as she slobbered my cock with saliva. Then she positioned herself on all fours in the middle of the bed. “Okay,” she said, “ass-fuck me.”
I knelt behind her and guided my throbbing cock toward her puckered little asshole. It seemed to me that it would be impossible to get in there, but I pressed the head up against it and started to push in. It was definitely a tight squeeze.
“Shouldn’t we use some lube?” I said.
“No, I like it natural,” she said. “Rub some more spit on it.” I spat in my hand and rubbed it over my cock.
“God, you are huge,” she said. “Let me back on to it.” She said to spread my knees a bit. Then she put her feet between them and spread her legs farther apart. She moaned as she worked the head of my cock slowly in her ass. Once the head was in, the rest of my cock slid in pretty easily. “Okay,” she said, “now fuck my brains out, baby.”
I began stroking my cock in her ass. I didn’t want to slip out, so I was slow and careful. It felt great, and I began to pick up speed and lengthen my strokes.
“Oh yes!” she said. “That’s it, fuck that ass! Fuck it good!”
I began really pounding her now. My dick was stiff as a board, but since she had drained me just a few minutes before, I didn’t feel anywhere near coming. I pumped her ass for a good five minutes, and she worked her pussy with her hand. I felt her body shudder as she came, but I just kept fucking her.
“I’m going to lie down now,” she said. “Don’t let it slip out.” I stopped the action with my cock buried inside her while she grabbed a couple of pillows. She put one under her hips and another one under her chest.
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s move down slowly.” We moved forward together until I was lying on top of her. Now I was able to get better leverage and to drive in her ass with a lot more energy. “Oh yes,” she said. “That’s it, baby.”
I was starting to lose strength, but I continued to fuck her ass with everything I had. After another five minutes or so, I finally felt my load starting to build up. My cock seemed to get even harder. She must have felt it too.
“Don’t come there,” she said. “I want you to jack off in my mouth.”
I said okay and stopped plowing her. I pulled out slowly, and she rolled off the pillows onto her back. She opened her mouth wide and waved me toward her face. I felt like I was in a porn video as I pointed my cock at her open mouth and began pumping it with my hand. Finally my load spurted in her mouth, and again she swallowed it all. Then she took my dick in her mouth to finish the job, sucking for all she was worth.
When I was drained, she smiled up at me, breathing heavily. “That was fantastic,” she said. “Did you like it?”
“I sure did,” I answered.
We lay on the bed and talked for a while. She asked if I would like to do this sort of thing on a regular basis, and of cours
e I said yes.
That was about four months ago, and we still get together about three days a week, either at a hotel or at her place or mine. Sometimes Lily will drop in on a Saturday to give me a surprise blowjob if she’s out shopping. Her husband goes out with his buddies every Friday night, so we have about three hours together for more ass-fucking.
I know that this can’t go on forever, but that doesn’t stop me from hoping that it will. With Lily I’ve been enjoying the greatest sex of my life. In my wildest dreams I would never have imagined that I would wind up in love with a fifty-one-year-old married white woman.
—Name and address withheld
ON THEIR FIRST ANNIVERSARY HER HUSBAND ASKS
HER FOR A VERY SPECIAL PRESENT
It was our first anniversary, and I had reserved a beautiful room for us in a nice hotel overlooking the river. During the year we’d been married, Craig had treated me like a queen, and had been a loving stepfather to my daughter. He’s a devoted, considerate man who took us into his life at a time when I was in a downward spiral. I wanted this to be a special night of romance for us, a way of saying thanks to him for all he had done for me and my daughter.
During dinner Craig and I shared some delicious Merlot, even though I rarely drink, since it tends to make me act silly. After dinner we held hands as we strolled along the river. I repeatedly stroked his palm with my fingertips. We had always used this as a silent signal to communicate a desire for oral sex. It didn’t matter which one of us started it, because the other always returned the favor. But tonight for some reason Craig seemed preoccupied and unresponsive.
We walked through the hotel lobby and rode the elevator to our floor. I had booked us a big room with a king-size bed and a huge bathtub. We made small talk for a few minutes, until I decided it was now time for me to show my appreciation. I stood in front of my husband and slowly began to undress. I unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the floor. The wine was already affecting me as I fumbled to unbutton my blouse, and I was starting to feel hot. My hands slid down to my waist and I proceeded to pull down my pantyhose. Craig was now showing his manly interest by the unmistakable bulge rising in his pants.
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