This is the second marriage for both of us, and just celebrated our ninth year aniversary. Due to our age and the time we grew up in, we both had a past, but nothing even close to what you would consider a "swinging lifestyle". Our sex life between us is imaginative and dynamic, with probably above average frequency. My wife is 5' 6", 135 lbs, in shape, very pretty and normally passes for 10 years less than her true age. I'm not considered dogmeat myself, standing 6' tall, 180 lbs, swimmers build and blue "Paul Newman" eyes. I possess an 8" cock of good thickness, good enough to be the star in most porno movies that you see.

Enough of this, now onward to our tale.

A little less than three years ago, my wife and I took a trip to Jamaica, renting a beautiful thatch hut just outside of Negril on the cliffs. While there, we visited an absolute paradise of a place called Angel Falls about 50 miles within the island. There were many tourists there, mostly from Germany and the Scandinavian countries. My wife and I, being people watchers, noticed a beautiful young German woman no older than 20 or so, with an obviously very wealthy man of approximately my age. Though not swingers or rocket scientists, we both understand what makes the world go round, and feel comfortable with each other to call a most obvious situation without any pre-judging.

A few days later, we took a taxi a few miles east to the sandy beaches, just this side of a resort known for adult play. There I removed my swimming trunks, and my wife removed the top of her bathing suit, normal and customary for the beach that we were on.

Lo and behold, after a couple of hours of sucking up sun and Red Stripe beers, this beautiful young German woman (sans top) and her male friend find themselves a perch on the beach no more than 25 yards from us. Fine with us, as it gave us opportunity to laugh, joke and snicker, not to mention to look a very beautiful woman's bare breasts. But it gets better.

A couple of black guys in their mid twenties approached the blanket of the couple from the resort side. It was obvious that they all knew each other, and each sat down on the blanket. One of the guys was about my size, but obviously worked out alot more. His muscles were very devoloped from what I would guess weight training. The other guy was HUGE! He must have been 6' 6", built like an Ox, and a smile as wide as Texas. They immediately engaged the pretty young woman in conversation and playful banter for awhile, then almost on cue, removed their shorts. They were both sporting a softy, but they had ENORMOUS cocks. The smaller guy looked like he maybe had 9 to 10 inches when erect, but the big guy was packing a minimum of a foot!

My wife was sppechless and, I noticed, turned on. Her nipples were hard and she was breathing heavily. I've known for years that my wife became turned on by good looking black guys just knowing how much she looked forward to a Denzel Washington movie, or how hot she became during a porno featuring a black guy fucking a white chick.

We continued to watch as the two studly dudes grabbed the woman and ran into the warm ocean water. The sea was pretty calm as there was no wind, and it wasn't time for the tide to change. They all played in the water for awhile and finally ended up in a group, with the girl in the center. The smaller guy was in front of her and kissing her while the big one was behind her rubbing his crotch against her ass, his enormous hands wrapped on her boobs. Her hands were busy on both ends, obviously stroking their big cocks in her hands, but we couldn't see due to the water depth.

After a few minutes, they came out of the water. The size of the cocks on these guys was incredible. Both my wife and I, witnessing this highly sexual display were incredibly turned on. She was massaging my cock with both hands while I was playing with her tits and pussy.

The threesome sat down again on the beach blanket with the woman between the two black guys. Though we couldn't see because they had their backs to us, it was obvious she was stroking their hard cocks as they were sitting there. Sometimes you'd see her head disappear into their laps. In a few minutes, the guys put their shorts back on, and the four of them got up and started walking back toward their resort, for what I would guess, more fun and games.

My wife and I were horney as hell. So we put our clothes on and walked back to the main highway to flag a taxi back to our room.

Little was said about the show we watched, but we fucked each others brains out for the rest of the vacation.

Now to part two.

Last Winter, after two years, we returned to Jamaica.

I'll not bore you with details. A few days into our trip one afternoon, I was walking the 1/4 mile to the liquor store for more rum and pineapple juice while my wife napped. I was stopped by a street vendor in a booth who had beautiful wood carvings. He was big, bright, good looking, and as dark as night. We shared some Jamaican cheer, and I ended up buying a wood carving. He indicated that he was also a professional masseuse. My wheels started turning and I ended up making an appointment for a massage for my wife for 11:00 that night. At this time, I didn't have a clue as to what would happen, but I set the course.

When Kathie woke up, I told her that I had a surprise for her that evening. We had dinner and cocktails, and regardless of her constant begging, never let on what the surprise was going to be, only to make sure that she was laying naked on the bed on her stomach at 11:00 PM.

The black guy (I'll call him "Jim" because I don't recall his name, nor does Kathie) arrived on time and knocked on the door of our cottage. My wife, at this point, knew something was up, but was a bit drunk, stoned and turned on from the foreplay and sexy talk that we'd been engaging in. Her beautiful naked body was stretched across the bed coated with baby oil. Kathie, at this time, was feigning being asleep. She knew what was coming was outside of her "comfort" behavior, but was excited by the mystery. Faking sleep was her way of dealing with it.

Jim came in and didn't say a word. He had a pack bag with him and was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. It was obvious that he'd been here before. He saw my wife laying across the the bed with a towel placed over her ass, her lovely back exposed, and gave me a smile and a look of approval. After that, he proceeded to take his clothes off. I knew that he was a big guy, but didn't realize how big. He was about 6' 3" of solid muscle. He was wearing underwear similar to a Speedo bathing suit. From what I could see, He was built every bit as well as the guy that Kathie and I saw on the beach two years prior.

Jim walked to my wife's face and lightly caressed her neck with the back of his large fingers. Her moan told me that she was WIDE awake. He laughed out loud and told me that he was going to "change my wife". He proceeded to bring down the front of his small shorts and pull out a huge black cock. Kathie, still faking sleep, cracked her mouth open and Jim took the opportunity to stuff his cock in her mouth.

Within seconds, Kathie grabbed his big cock with both hands, pumping it into her mouth like it was going to offer her last meal. Jim grabbed the back of her head and started to fuck her mouth. My wife removed one of her hands from his dick and started to rub her clit. She came immediately. She continued to rub her pussy with her fingers while jacking Jim's cock into her mouth for a few more munites, having orgasm after orgasm. Jim then told her to stick her fingers in her asshole to get it relaxed for his cock. Kathie immediately followed his orders and started to stick her fingers in her ass while continuing to pump the huge cock in her mouth. Understand, at this point, I'm an observer, and have a raging hard-on while watching my wife get face-fucked and sticking fingers in her ass having orgasm after orgasm.

This went on for a few minutes until Jim was ready to blow his load. At the moment of orgasm, he grabbed my wife's head, stuck his huge cock as far in my wife's mouth as far he could, and shot a load down her throat. She pumped his cum in her mouth while having three of her fingers up her butt, swallowing every drop.

At this time, I'd already cum in my hand about 3 times. They were laying there smoking a cigarette (Jim was smoking a cigar). "Don't worry," said Jim, "I'm not going to stretch her pussy out. I'm just going to fuck her mouth and ass". At that, my wife moans and moves down along his body and puts his cock in her mouth again. "Hey" says Jim, "Stick your tounge up Kathie's asshole and get her ready for my big black cock".

At this time, I hadn't even undressed, so I did.

So I removed all of my clothes and crawled on to the bottom of the bed. Kathie was voraciously sucking on Jim's growing cock with her waiting ass in the air to accept my willing tounge. I spread her cheeks and shoved my tounge as far up her butt as it would go while I played with her clit.

This went on for about fifteen minutes until Jim told me to reach into his bag and pull out a dildo and some lubricant. It was black and about 10 inches long. It was made of rubber and had a very natural feel to it. Now I've had my cock buried in my wife's ass before, but this was about two inches longer and much thicker. AND STILL SMALLER THAN JIM'S TOOL!

Jim didn't have to tell me what to do with it. I spread her ass cheeks and put a large glob of lube on her hole. Then I used my fingers to work it in as far as I could. I also generously coated the dildo. Kathie stopped pumping Jim's dick with her hands and reached around to spread her cheeks wide. I pressed the rubber cock against her assole. Her muscles were already relaxed, so the head and about two inches popped in almost immediately. I slowly pushed until the whole dildo was buried in her ass. After Kathie became used to the sensation, she began to rock her hips, making the dildo go in and out of her. To help her out, I started thrusting the dildo back and forth to meet her motion.

This went on for about 15 minutes, with Kathie having orgasm after orgasm while I vigorously pounded the rubber cock in and out of her. Then my wife took Jim's cock out of her mouth and told him that she wanted a real cock in her ass.

Jim didn't have to be told twice. He grabbed my wife and easily placed her at the top of the bed with her face in the pillows and her ass in the air with the sex toy still buried in her butt. I got off the bed sat in the chair, lit up a smoke and got ready to watch the show.

Jim got behind her, pulled the dildo out of her butt, and stuck in her very wet pussy and told Kathie to fuck herself with it while he fucked her ass. I saw the tube of Anal-Eze laying on the floor, so I got it and passed it to Jim and again, took my seat. He took a large amount and covered his huge hard-on with it, positioned himself, and buried his cock in her up to his balls in one quick motion. My wife screamed out in both surprise and pleasure. Jim proceeded to slam his dick in her hard, with Kathie moving her hips back to meet his every thrust and fucking herself with the dildo.

This must have gone on for a half hour. I couldn't believe how much stamina this guy had. My wife, by this time was on one continous orgasm. I got out of the chair and stood beside the head of the bed. Kathie saw my hard cock only inches from her face and gobbled it up. After a few minutes of this, Jim announced to me that he was going to shoot his huge wad in my wife's ass. This got me more excited and I started to feel my own load working up my cock. We ended up shooting into her seconds apart, me in her mouth and Jim deep in her ass.

This went on until almost dawn with Jim and I taking turns with her various holes. As he said, Jim never did fuck her in the pussy, but ended up cumming in her mouth and ass four times each.

I ended up falling asleep in the chair while watching Jim giving my wife a slow and leisurly buttfuck. When I woke up, the sun was out, Kathie was laying on her stomach sound asleep with cum still running out of her, and Jim was gone.

I got out of the chair and laid down next to her, and immediately fell asleep. We slept without moving until after dark.

Lilly was this petite redhead with a smile that would charm anyone. The first couple of weeks Lilly and I spent a lot of time studying together and just talking. I had agreed to go to her parents’ house for Thanksgiving day meal. I couldn’t go home because we had to play in a holiday tournament the next day. Lilly’s folks lived about two hours north of campus so it seemed reasonable. On the way up Lilly prepped me that her father was cool but her mother may try to slide a few racial barbs in at my expense. When we got to Lilly’s parents house on Wednesday afternoon her father greeted me as if I were his son. Her father, Bill, handed me a beer almost immediately and we sat down in front of the big screen TV and talk about sports. Lilly had left to visit her favorite aunt whom she hadn’t seen in a few months.

Several hours and beers later Lilly sat down with us and her old man commented on how nice we looked together. This took me back but I did not show my shock. Finally Lilly’s mother got home and she had a ton of groceries. When Lilly introduced her mother to me I looked at her a bit skeptically, probably because of what Lilly told me about her in the car.

Anyway I made myself useful and helped put away the stuff on the higher shelves. I caught a glimpse of Lilly’s mother in a compromising position. I looked back at her and she was leaning over putting food away in the vegetable drawer of the fridge. I sat there and watched her for a moment. I must have been insane to do that but I really liked what I saw. There she stood, about 5’3” probably about 130 or so. She had medium sized tits and very shapely hips, thighs and ass. I would say she had the kind of frame that most white men I know would consider too fat but us brothers absolutely adore. She had just the right amount of meat on her ass, built for speed I thought to myself. Anyway, I was transfixed by the shapely figure in front of me. I keep looking until I noticed that she noticed me and was now looking at me ogle her body. How uncomfortable was that? VERY! I felt like a first class jerk.

We decided to grab a bite to eat at a local restaurant. I have never been one for small talk but her father and I spent the whole evening jabbering. Kate, Lilly’s mother, was now warming up to me as well. We sat there and had a good time.

At last it was bed time. I was sprawled out on the guest room bed. The guest room was the nearest bedroom to the kitchen. I could hear Kate in the kitchen cooking. Pots were clanging, the mixer going from time to time. I was suffering from a bad case of needing to cum. I had not had sex with Lilly yet at this time and my balls were full from weeks of sexual tension. I started to stroke my cock and tried to fantasize about my first time with Lilly. Unable to sleep I got up for a glass of water, beer always makes my mouth dry. I walked into the kitchen with only a loose set of pajama bottoms on. Kate assisted me in getting the water. Again I felt uncomfortable so I guzzled the water as quick as I could. Some water got away from me and dribbled down my chin. Before I could wipe it away Kate move her hand to my face and did it for me. She told me to relax and that she didn’t bite. I could not conceal my arousal for this woman. My cock jutted straight out. She said ‘oh my’. I went back to the room confused, not knowing what to think.

About fifteen minutes later I had calmed down enough to realize the sounds in the kitchen had ceased. There was a knock on the door. It was Bill. He seemed pissed. He came in and asked me what the fuck was going on. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about. He started laughing. He informed me that his wife went back to their room and told him what happened. He told me that his wife had always believed that black guys having bigger cocks was a myth and that after seeing my bulge she wanted to know more. ‘Like what?’, I asked him. She wants to see it and maybe touch it he told me. He told me he was impotent and it had been about 3 years since his wife had real penetration. He promised her that one day he would find a lover for her. I was even more confused now.

He ushered his wife in and he left the room. Nervously, I asked her what did she want. She seemed very shy so the machismo in me took over. I pulled the covers back so she could watch my bulge grow. Her eyes focused on my cock. I motioned for her to sit on the bed. I undid the first snap on my pjs and told her that if she wanted to see my cock all she had to do was undo the last snap and look at it. Several moments passed. Finally she undid it! She looked at me with amazement. She asked if she could touch it. I told her how I liked it to be stroked. Initially her touch felt cold on my cock. Slowly she massaged my cock from base to head. She asked me how big it was. I had never measured so I said I don’t know. She went to the closet and opened a small sewing kit and took out the measuring tape. She measured 8 1/2" long by 6" around. She went back to stroking my cock.

I told her to lick the head of my cock. Whoa, its like I let the animal in her out. She started to lick my balls and shaft like a mad woman. Finally, she sucked my cock into her mouth. I reached around and started to rub her clit with my fingers. She had juices leaking from her pussy already. I teased her more and more as she gave my thick black dick the best blow job I ever had.

She begged me to fuck her. So I did. I put her on her back then got over her and rubbed my cock on her pussy. She had a neatly groomed pussy. I can remember as if it were yesterday when I sunk my cock into her. She came and pounded her fist on my chest before I even got half way in. That first time we went nice and slow. Every stroke went to the hilt but our motion was so slow it was torture for both of us. I made her look down at my cock as I drilled her. The pink flesh grabbed my thick dark cock so nicely. She came about 6-7 times before finally the built up pressure in my balls needed to be released. I increased my pace and came into her pulsating pussy. Her convulsing body gasping for air as I pumped harder and harder to get every ounce of sperm I had in me into her pussy.

Spent, I laid down on top of her and we started kissing. After a few minutes she noticed that I was still rock hard inside of her. I told her I never go down after the first time, showing off a bit of bravado. She asked that I get up and follow her. I threw on my pjs and we went down the hall to her bedroom. There was Bill, in bed reading. She told me to get on the bed and told Bill to get off. I got on the bed and she got between my legs and got me rigid again. She told Bill to look at a real cock. She got on all fours in front of me and began to gobble my cock again. This time she went right to the sensitive spots. Before long I was holding on for dear life as she sucked my cock. She took my cock out of her mouth long enough to tell Bill to lick my spunk out of her snatch. She came and came and came.

I was now holding the back of her head and thrusting my cock into her mouth. Like a rocket I shot more cum than I thought my nuts could hold. She milked my cock and spurt after spurt came forth. Her face, shoulders and hands were covered with cum. She fastened her lips back on my cock and lapped up the final dribbles of cum from my dickhead. Poor Bill, his face was glistening but he seemed to enjoy it. Without hesitation Kate climbed up on me and rode me. Bill watched as his wife’s pussy swallowed up my cock over and over. Again she had more orgasms than I could count. I had my hands on her ass shoving her down with force every time she went up. We found a perfect rhythm and soon I was filling her pussy again as she rode me to another orgasm. This time she collapsed on me and we kissed again.

Sweaty and exhausted we figured we better get to bed. As I got up to leave Bill went into the bathroom to wash his face and Kate got up to walk me to the door. She kissed me as I was about to open the door. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew we were fucking again. This time she was on all fours and I was really fucking her hard from behind. Bill came out the bathroom and made some comment about creating a couple of monsters. We ignored him and resumed fucking like wild animals. I could feel my cock bottoming out inside of her. I came again this way. When we were done the clock read almost 5 am.

I hurried out of the room and got the most peaceful 3 hours of sleep. Lilly came knocking on the door at about 8 am and threw me a towel so I could shower and get dressed. I could hear the shower in the master bedroom running and my mind fantasized about Kate’s hot little body. Believe it or not I jacked off in the shower too.

I felt bad because all day long I was a little grumpy, from a lack of sleep no doubt. I probably did not give Lilly’s relatives too good of an impression. I blamed my weariness on the bed in the guest room being too short for a person of my height. Kate too showed some signs of fatigue but she was much more peppy than I. I turned in early that Thanksgiving evening because I wanted to be well rested for my game on Friday evening. At around midnight Kate came into the room and woke me up by perching her ass on my chest so her pussy was inches from my lips. It took me a whole two seconds to get the sleep out of me. I ate her pussy like an expert marksman. She had several small orgasms then one big one. When the big one hit she forced my mouth from her pussy. She was at the point where any stimulation is over stimulation. It was funny. I could rub my hands gently down her back and she would come. If I touched her at all she would come again. This lasted for about 15 minutes. She told me she was going to fuck me only once today because she didn’t want to drain all of the energy out of her All-American. She rode me until I blasted an enormous load deep into her womb. Then I slept.

Again Lilly came to wake me at about 8am. We were on the road by 9am. I was still tired. So after struggling for the first hour I asked Lilly to drive the rest of the way. This was good because we had a 1pm shoot around at the gym and I needed to recharge myself. Lilly was my special cheerleader. About two weeks later Lilly and I had sex for the first time. It was awkward and not very good. Having to use a condom thwarted what little pleasure there was. I know they make large condoms but even the large ones strangle you when you are more that 6 around. She had a difficult time adjusting to the thickness of my cock. We really liked each other but frustration was setting in so soon we just decided to be friends. We continued to study together but not much else. We played the cat and mouse game. I wouldn't let another man close to her and she did the same to me. Only friends? Yeah right!

Kate on the other hand stayed in constant touch with me. She would come to town and get a room in some nice hotel. I would come by and fuck her real good. Bill was always there too. Kate had told him he could video tape us together so she could watch it later while he ate her pussy. I saw Kate about twice a month. She really put a cramp on my dating life on campus. But who needs to date and play the get laid game when you have a sure thing?

The next season was a disappointment for me I started the season fine but suffered a severe sprained ankle foot 18 games into the season. Kate catered to me every weekend while I was injured. The rest of my career was mediocre at best but I will always be an All-American with Kate.

My last year at the University Kate turned 45. Kate’s 45th birthday happened to be the same day that Todd, our center, turned 21. I talked him into hanging with me instead of doing the boring bar hopping that everyone else seems to do for their birthday. Todd wasn’t much of a drinker anyway. Kate and Todd were both surprised by my plans. Kate was Todd’s first white woman as well. She gave Todd his first blowjob. There was a lot of action that night. I remember Bill having to go out and get another VCR tape. Kate turned poor Todd into a white pussy hound just like me.

That was the start of my quest for white pussy. I now work for a fortune 500 company which flies me all over this country. I try to find white pussy on every business trip. I have had my best luck in the Northeast and the west coast. I will be doing a lot of travel in the mid west in the coming year. I hope to make my mark there as well.

I wrote you a letter back in july explaining an experience I had with a black male down in San Diego. I received several e-mails regarding that letter, but due to my living so far in northern Calif., nothing ever came of them.

Well lucky for me I finally received a job interview down in Southern Calif. One of my inquirers from Dark Cavern was a bi-sexual Black Male living in San Francisco. We had been in contact for about a month via e-mail (thanks to your site), so I felt comfortable telling him I would be passing through town. He is a dominant stud and told me to visit him at his home. I obediently agreed, being the Black Cock Loving Cum Loving Whore I am. I stopped by his place around 5pm. I met his beautiful Black girlfriend as she was leaving. She smiled at me, and approvingly told me I would be getting what a good white boy needs!

Then my new Black Master, Isaac, met me at the door. We went upstairs, I put my bags away, and he ordered me to get undressed. He then told me to get on my knees and start sucking his already hardening uncircumcised Big Black Cock. He made me suck his cock in front of the window, adjacent to the main street, so that anyone passing by could see what I was doing. This was in a mostly black neighborhood so i am sure we had an audience, only I was too busy to check! Soon his thick Black Cock was fully hard. My God It Was Huge!, Well over 9.5 inches in length, and almost thicker than i could get my hand around it. He made me lick his huge cum filled Black Balls, his beautiful Black Asshole, and lick his delicious Black Cock Head. He called me all sorts of names like "sissy white boy whore", "Black Cock Loving Cum Slut", "boy", and other slutty names that just made my little 6 inch white boy cock harder than ever.

Finally he made me turn around and show him my tight, near virgin (no Cocks ever as big as his, and only 2 other Black Cocks) ass, and beg him to Fuck My White Boy Ass With His Masterly Black Cock. I Obeyed! The whole time he had interracial video's playing on a wide screen TV that showed willing white girls taking HUGE BLACK COCKS up their ASS and Cumming in their mouths. Of course that is exactly what I wanted and it all inspired me to take all his Black Man Meat inside of me, as my white sisters were. He was gentle at first, slowly working his massively Thick Black Cock up my tight white boy ass. It hurt like hell at first. But he was not in any hurry so eventually he managed to get the full 9+ inches up my ass. Once it was all the way in it felt GREAT! I could feel his huge Cum Filled Black Balls Slapping off my ass cheeks. Being taken by such a real man stud was like nothing I had ever experienced before. He slowly worked my ass and eventually started pounding me hard, calling me a white boy whore and sissy slut. He is right! I loved every minute of it and I even had a hard on during most of the ass fucking i was taking from this Black Master. Finally he told me he was going to cum. I told him to go right ahead and shoot all of his superior African Sperm up my white ass and let me feel it all! He did just that! I could actually feel him shooting his huge Black Cum Load into my bowls, dripping out down my legs and unto the floor. Once he was finished with his orgasm, which took over a minute, he put his cum covered cock straight into my mouth. I eagerly sucked it all up! It actually tasted good! All his Black Cream and my ass juices mixed together. Then he told me to shoot my load, so I did! It was so easy since I was totally turned on by being his whore. My little 6 inch white boy cock squirted all over the floor as I sucked his still inflated huge Black Cock and Balls.

He then had me wipe up the mess and clean his cum out of my ass. We went to dinner after that. It was fun. All sorts of fine ass white girls checking us both out (I am a good looking white boy), wondering what our story was I am sure. We both laughed about it over dinner.

Later that night I sucked my Black Master off 2 more times, letting him cum in my mouth and eagerly swallowing every drop. He even let me sleep in his bed that night cuz I was such a good slut for him! I left the next morning. As a follow up I got the job here in Southern California. Isaac came down last monday on Business and we met again in his hotel. I once again serviced him as he wished, sucking his 9.5inch Black Cock, taking it up the ass (with some pain, but anything for a Black Man), and letting him cream his delicious African Sperm in my mouth. I will also be meeting him again if I am lucky in Jan. in SF. He says he has some Black friends who will want some of this white boy ass! Since I am now here in Orange County I will Gladly Service Any Black Males(groups welcome, can videotape etc.), Transvestites, She males, etc. who are looking for a good loyal white boy fuck toy slave. I am also looking for any white women, Asian women, or hispanic women who want a good cuckold mate please contact me. I will gladly hook you up with Big Black Studs, eat your pussy after it has been filled with black Cum, and still fuck the shit out of you with my 6 inch white cock.

That's the story, all true, all recent.

Dane

Jaamal was rubbing my ass with his hands, massaging my ass cheeks. He then began spanking them softly, watching my firm ass jiggle and my ass cheeks turn red. They both led me to the bedroom and laid me onto the bed. Both undressed and laid on each side of me, their hands groping my entire body. They noticed that I had just shaved my pussy, with the exception of the small patch of pubic hair on top. Both Donnel and Jaamal felt my pussy and each inserted a finger inside me. I moaned loudly as their large fingers penetrated my tight pussy. As we lay there another knock came Donnel said he'd get it. I laid there in fear it was the neighbors. It was far from it, Donnel brought in one of his friends. They entered the room and he said "Kay I'd like you to meet Jerome". He took one look at me and began undressing, revealing to me his extremely large 11" cock which was about 3" round. I knew I was in deep trouble. Both Donnel and Jaamal picked me up off the bed, Jerome laid down where I was at, then they spread my ass cheeks apart, rubbed me up with lots of vaseline, and lowered me onto Jerome's enormous cock.

Looking into the mirror I watched as they began inserting his cock inside me. I screamed as the head entered me, as I felt as if they were tearing me open, soon I watched as his cock was disappearing inside me. Jerome, with the help of Donnel and Jaamal, began sliding me up and down on Jerome's cock. With every thrust the shoved him in deeper and deeper. Just as I felt my orgasm building they stopped. Donnel, whom as a 10" cock, laid on the bed, Jerome, holding on to me, stood up, reached down and spread my pussy apart, and lowered me onto Donnel's cock. I had just become their sandwich, both penetrating me at the same time. As they were both fucking me Jaamal was getting horny just watching, so just as I opened my mouth to scream from all the pleasure, Jaamal stuffed his cock into my mouth. As I laid there, being fucked in every way imaginable, I stiffened up and began cumming extremely hard and uncontrollably, orgasm after orgasm, I laid between them and shook, as they stretched all my openings.

Jaamal was the first to cum, exploding deep inside my throat, then finishing all over my face. Then Donnel came deep inside my now stretched pussy. Jerome then pulled me up to my knees and fucked my ass doggie style. As I kneeled there I could feel my pussy gaping open, and all mine and Donnel's cum running out. Jerome was not finished, he kept ramming full of his long, hard rod, til he said he was going to cum. When he did, I thought he filled my entire body, as gallons and gallons of his seed entered my ass.

Soon his cock slid out of me and I laid there with now my ass gaping open also and Jerome's cum pouring out of me. Soon they all switched and did me again, til each had filled all my holes with their cum.

By this time I was exhausted, I just wanted to pass out and sleep. Jerome wasn't finished with me though, he rolled me over and began massaging my breasts as he sucked hard on my nipples, telling me he had heard that I had just been pregnant and that I was full of milk. It was not long before my nipples began yielding what he wanted. Soon he was drinking the milk from my breasts, He sucked and sucked til he had drained both my breasts dry. Then he placed his cock between them, Squeezing them together, and began fucking my breasts. He began yelling how good it felt and that he was going to cum. He pumped faster and faster, I then felt him tense up, he then stood up, took his cock into his hand, pumped it, and began shooting his cum onto my face and breasts, completely covering them in his cum. When he was finished he climbed down, wiped his cock off in my hair, and told me "thanks for being such a good fuck" and that he would be back again to continue to drain my breasts. The three of them dressed and left, leaving me there covered in cum and my pussy and ass stretched out to their limits.

I got up and showered again and dressed before hubby got home. I was so sore that day, but I knew that I truly had been fucked.

Kay

Our son, who is now married and doing quite well, comes to visit us once or twice a year with his family. We have to rearrange the sleeping quarters because I sleep in the guest room and Ellen and Peter share a bed in the master bedroom. The procedure is reversed during his infrequent visits. He and his wife call, Peter, Uncle as do the children. They should be calling him Daddy instead of me.

Since the day we married, I never was much interested in sex. Ellen was always horny and confided to Stacy her feelings. Stacy said that she felt as I did and maybe Ellen and Peter were better suited for each other than the two of us. This small talk grew into a sexual relationship between Peter and Ellen. Stacy and I were voyeurs and enjoyed watching and never consummated a sexual coupling. No touching, feeling or anything. She showed no evidence of jealousy and neither did I. I found myself turned on, when Ellen would suck Peter's cock and he would come in her mouth. Also they had anal sex which made me very horny. I would come almost without stimulation when watching them in action. I found myself dreaming about Peter, his larger cock, and her sucking it and taking it in the ass. My dreams progressed into me sucking Peter's cock and him fucking me in the ass. When I had these thoughts. i would always have a wet dream and while awake, I thought about it constantly. I finally, without any reservation or fear of rejection, during one of their love making sessions, sucked his cock and asked him to fuck my ass. I have never been so turned on in my life and had a tremendous orgasm, both during fellatio and when he took my ass. It was a dream fulfilled. I guess, I haven't mentioned that, Ellen and I stopped having sex since the first time that Peter had fucked her.

We live in a rural area down south and we don't have many friends. The ones we met at church are introduced to Peter as Ellen's brother. That's a laugh. We had a pleasurable experience some time ago and it is repeated almost every 2 months. Peter has a nephew that lives about 4 hours from us. He is divorced and came to visit for a few days some years ago. We all got a little tipsy after supper on the last night he was here and it turned into an orgy. Not only did Ellen get fucked by Peter, but she had Bill, the nephew up her ass. She had numerous screaming orgasms as this guy is hung. I was not to be denied and I sucked his cock while Peter fucked my ass and then they switched. That was simply incredible for me. As I said he comes to visit with us about every 2 months for a long weekend. The first time after our "orgy", he stayed a week instead of going home. Needless to say we all were bow legged.

We thank the Good Lord, for giving us the strength and health to continue and for giving us Peter.

I am especially lucky, because when I read your site, the men are subservient to the women and their lovers. This is not the case here. We genuinely love each other and there is no jealousy. I am treated with respect and I respect Ellen and Peter.

I guess if I had to be categorized, I would be considered a gay cuckold. Be that as it may, I am happy as are Ellen and Peter. Peter and Ellen are the same age and they have slowed down, sexually, just a little bit, not much. I am the same and for this we are lucky.

Sex is not our whole lives. It is the icing on the cake of a great relationship. We travel together and do very little without each other. Ellen still is a good looking woman and does not look her age.

Like all married people, they would like a little more spice in their lives. They fantasize about her taking a lover. So far she has resisted but Peter tells me that she gets real hot when he brings it up during sex. I guess, they are not satisfied with Bill's visits every other month and want someone a little more often. It seem that Peter has been getting the biggest reaction when he mentions a hung black guy. Maybe that's what she fantasizes about also. I am not against this, for I would be included and quite frankly, it excites me as well.

We pool our money and everything we all have will be left to "our" son and his family. We had wills drawn up and made it legal. Thanks for listening and good luck to all you guys out there that are in similar positions. Unless you have a masochistic streak, I advise you to maintain your dignity and don't impose your will on your partner.

Another problem was her conservative political views. In short she was a racist. And used the "N-word" quite often. She hated welfare, and projects, and all "liberal government programs". All in all, there were many warning signs that I chose to ignore. The reason why I could overlook these blaring faults was that Patricia was obsessed with oral sex. Every evening as I came home from work, she greeted me at the door, took my briefcase, got her knees, undid my pants and gave me a terrific blow job. I woke most mornings to find my dick in Patricia's mouth. Some mornings it was all I could do not to piss in her mouth.

We never had sex without a preliminary blow job. She blew me in the car driving down the freeway, in a club or two in the privacy of our corner booth, at parties where we might easily have gotten caught, and really almost anywhere you can imagine, including a 747 flying to Hawaii. The best part about a blow job from Patricia was her technique. It is hard to describe, but what she would basically do was have you deep in her throat, and massage you with muscles that you never knew a mouth and throat could have. The best part however was that once you came, she didn't stop. She could keep the blow job going until I actually came twice in her mouth many many times.

Anyway, now that you know why I married her, on with the story. We lived in the house she had owned high in the Oakland Hills in Northern California. To my knowledge she had had a quick young marriage, but had been single for about 12 years when we married. She always refused to talk about her first marriage, and would only say it was a short-lived mistake when she was very young. I accepted that, why not?

One Tuesday night, right after dinner, our doorbell rang. I answered to find a Black cop standing there, and he asked if Patricia was home. She came to the door in a panic, saying, "William, what are you doing here, what do you want?" He said that as a favor, he wanted to let her know that Pam had been arrested again for prostitution, and he thought she should know. He also said that Ronda was also hooking on MacArthur Blvd. As confused as I was, I didn't say anything, feeling that Patricia would tell me what this was all about.

That night with lots of drinking and tears, Patricia confessed to me that she had two daughters, one 16 and one 15. The story went that she was raped in High School by a football player, but abandoned by her own strict Italian parents when she turned up pregnant. She said the boys mother took her in with intentions of raising the baby. She said before the baby was born she married the guy, but only so the baby wouldn't be a bastard, she never intended to be really married. After the baby was born, this guy raped her again, and she got pregnant again. The kicker was that this guy was Black.

I asked her if she hated blacks so much, why live with his mother. Her answer was that she had no choice. I asked where this guy was, and she said he died from drugs years ago. It later came out that she had run off with the two girls, and tried to raise them on her own. But as they got older they were always in trouble and eventually moved to foster care. She then said something I found horrible, she said, "I know they're just a couple of niggers, but they are my niggers."

So here I was newly married, and forced to believe that my wife had been raped twice, got pregnant twice, and had been forced into a tragic life. She refused to go see her girls, and told me I would never meet them. That part of her life was long over. The only reason the cop, William had come to tell her about them was because he knew her from many police contacts with the girls. She asked me to forget this had ever happened, and if possible, she raised the volume and intensity of the blow jobs I got. However, I couldn't get this out of my mind, and asked questions all the time.

At this time, the drinking got a lot worse. Patricia would drink almost every night to the point of passing out. I took advantage of this to start my own detective work, by searching the attic and going through her things. I found lots of pictures of her with the two kids at various young ages. Also there were pictures of a young beautiful Patricia, with about 3 other white girls, and as many as 12 different black men. There were pictures of Patricia, naked or in cheap sexy clothes, (hooker clothes) also with various black guys. I found a small newspaper clipping about this guy, (same last name as hers) who died in a gang shoot out. In the background story it called him one of the richest most flamboyant pimps in Oakland. This article was 8 years old.

I also found the court papers showing that the kids were removed from her care due to her being ruled as an unfit mother. Court documents called her an alcoholic, a drug user, and a prostitute. All in all, I soon discovered that the woman I married, had a secret life that I never knew of. This pretty dark headed Italian girl, standing 5'4", with a great tight body, 34C boobs, perfect teeth, and large brown eyes, had once been nothing more than an Oakland street hooker, the very thing her daughters had now become.

I gathered all my evidence together, and that Sunday morning, I laid it all out, and told her I wanted the real Truth, or I would be gone that day. After she accused me of spying, and after lots of anger and tears, I held my ground, and she agreed to tell me the whole story. It turns out that during High School she was a cheerleader. On a dare from a girlfriend, she went on a date with a black football player. She said that they ended up having sex that night, and while it technically wasn't rape, he kind of forced her into going further than she wanted to.

This guy dated her for a while, and she became pregnant. Her parents did disown her, she did marry him and move into his Mother's house, but no rape was involved. Also she did have the second child about 14 months after the first. This guy she married, was in a gang, that was involved in drugs and other street crimes. Once they moved out of his mother's house, they lived in a "project" area with many of his gang members. Money was always there, she said, but never enough, and he never let her do anything without his permission.

As he got older, he got into pimping, and had a stable of girls, and other pimps under him. They bought a house and cars, and had all the money they could need, but she was still treated as a prisoner and slave. She was forced to share their bed with her husband, and some of the girls that worked for him. They were all into cocaine, and it was a crazy lifestyle. Eventually he turned her out as a high price call girl, but would also force her to work the street if he felt like it. She was given as a "gift" to some of his friends, and was constantly passed around as a sex slave. Patricia's specialty was gangbangs, and she claimed that she'd been with as many as 12 guys at one time.

When her husband was killed, she knew that the house and cars would go to his mother, as her name wasn't on any of the papers. She also knew that she would just be passed on to some other guys stable of girls, and that her life would continue to go downhill. That night she stole two strongboxes containing about $50.000 each, took her girls and left town. Patricia claimed that she cleaned up her act, got a degree, and trained on computers. She moved back to Oakland, bought this house, (far away from where she lived before) and brought up her daughters.

Patricia told me that she hadn't used drugs since she ran, and had really tried to bring up her daughters in a good way. She admitted that the problem was that they both looked black to her, and she hated blacks. Even though she tried to hide it, every time she looked at them it sickened her, reminding her of her old life. She admitted that she called them niggers to their faces, and was a terrible mother. The girls were always running away and in trouble, and she had beat them a number of times to the point of abuse. When the courts removed them from her home she was relieved.

Since we were into this total honesty mode, Patricia admitted that even though she loved me, she could never have a "real" orgasm with me since she was so stretched out, and my little white dick was normal size. The reason she was so into blow jobs, was because she knew that she could get me off, and that she really didn't feel anything when we fucked. I asked if she ever had orgasms, and she said only when she masturbates with this 12 inch vibrator that she uses. I asked to see the vibrator, and was not really surprised when I saw that it was black.

The next question I had was whether or not she missed being with black guys. She said no, they repulsed her. I then asked, when she did herself with the vibrator, and did have an orgasm what did she fantasize about? She said she imagined herself fucking black men. She said the problem was that while she hated black men, no white guy had ever gotten her off, so she could only relate to black sex. I asked her where did she want us to go from here, and she said nowhere. She would continue to be totally in love and devoted to me, she'd blow me 10 times a day if I wanted, she'd stop drinking if I wanted, she'd do anything to make our marriage work. As far a normal sex was concerned however, she would not fake it anymore, she felt nothing when we fucked.

I didn't want a marriage that was all one sided. Even though the blow jobs were the best, I felt all this guilt that the only time she ever got off was with some battery operated devise. Also, I had this picture in my head of Patricia with a group of black men, and every time I thought about it, I got really turned on. I know this will sound bizarre, but I told Patricia that I would stay and work on the marriage, but she had to let me watch her fuck a black man. I told her I didn't want to think I was married to a woman that was always unsatisfied. I told her that part of the drinking problem was because she was always unfulfilled.

It took a few weeks of discussion, but Patricia agreed that she'd set up a sexual encounter with a black guy, and let me watch. The guy turned out to be William, the cop. He'd been with her before, and agreed to come over when she told him that she was horny for him. She left the ground floor bedroom curtains opened, and I was stationed just outside. William came over around 11 p.m., poured himself a Bombay gin on the rocks, and took Patricia to the bedroom. Not a lot of talking, they both got undressed, and started deep kissing. I watched in amazement as his dick grew to about 9 or 10 inches long. It made my 6 1/2 incher look like a toy.

Patricia gave him one of her patented blow jobs, then got him hard again, and climbed on board for a ride. I've seen people fuck before, I'd seen Patricia fuck me many times, but now she was like an animal. She screamed, and clawed. I could hear her through the window yelling things like give me that black prick, fill me, do it to to me, fuck me. It was wild. At some point she screamed out "fuck me you god damn Nigger." With that William reared back and slapped her hard across her mouth. I though her teeth would fly out. But she just moaned and came as he hit her.

When he finally pulled out, he said something to her, and she was licking and cleaning his dick and balls. She went on to french his asshole, like a cat cleaning itself. William acted very rough with her, pushed her around, had her go get him another drink. Fucked her mouth again, by holding the back of her head and force fucking her mouth. When he left, I went in. Patricia's nipples were about an inch long. The heat coming from her cunt could be felt. She was totally satisfied. As she gave me my blow job, she kept her eyes shut, and when it was over, and she opened them she had a distant look.

The next day we talked. Patricia said she would do this again if that's what I wanted, or things could go back to the way they were. I said how do you expect to go back, when I've seen how you get when you're fucking a black man. She said, I was in charge, it was my decision, she'd go along with whatever I wanted because she loved me. I asked her if she missed the gangbangs that she used to have. She said she didn't miss anything, but that gangbangs really turned her on in the old days. I said set it up, I want to watch.

This time I was to be home, and be one of those husbands that filmed and watched as his wife fucked other guys. William showed up with 4 other cops, and 3 other buddies. These were all blue collar looking guys, all big enough to have been ex-athletes, and all seemed like alright guys. They told me that I could film, but had to give them all copies, and there could be no commercial use. The cops made it clear that I'd be in big trouble if I violated this agreement.

And so it started. With out any sort of foreplay, guys threw off their clothes and went at it. At any given time, Patricia had a dick in her mouth, her cunt, and her ass. She screamed, and I could tell she was in constant orgasm. It went on and on. Every so often she'd call one of the guys a nigger, knowing that he'd slap her or hit her, but this just seemed to get her off even more. The session ended hours later with Patricia licking each guy clean, and thanking him for taking care of her. One guy announced he had to piss, and for her to take care of it. I watched as she aimed his dick into the toilet as he pissed, when he was done she used her tongue to clean off the last few drops, put the entire dick in her mouth, and continued to clean it off. Another guy called her over, said open your mouth bitch, and spat a big wad of flem into her mouth, which she then swallowed. Each humiliation seemed to turn her on.

As you can probably predict, this was just the beginning. Gangbangs were set up on a weekly basis. Sometimes as many as 16 guys showed up, some the same faces, some new guys. Every once in a while some young teenager, in gang colors would be part of the group. By this time I'd stopped filming and just watched each session. One night Patricia didn't come home. She showed up the next day wearing only a ripped T-shirt. She told me that some of the younger guys wanted to share her with their friends in the city. That night she was gone again. Blow jobs for me had now stopped. Patricia was a total slut for her legion of black friends.

I've moved out, and have filed for divorce. Patricia doesn't seem to care, as she hasn't shown up for any of the court dates. I am ready to move on, but the one last thing I did, was cruse down MacArthur Blvd. It took a few trips, but eventually I found both of her daughters working the streets. Pam gave me a blow job in my car for $20.00, and I took Ronda back to a cheap motel and fucked her for a hour at $50.00. I'm not sure why I did that, but at the time it seemed to make sense. Oh well, life goes on.

I got lots of responses, but alas I found what I was looking for at, of all places, a Blue Jays baseball game. One just never knows when or how fate plays out.

I am now happy to report, that I have experienced the thrill of a sexual encounter with a massively hung blackman. The couple I am with is mixed. The wife is 35, blonde and very attractive. Her black husband is 38 and hung like a BULL. I find the sheer size of his body a total turn-on, as I feel I am being possessed by this black giant of a man.

Everything I had read, heard or dreamed is true. Sex with a blackman is wonderful, erotic, exciting and completely fulfilling. I encourage every white woman out there to find the courage to take action and answer the voice inside of you that keeps whispering those erotic messages about BLACK COCK!

Things seem to be working out perfectly. My bi side is being amply satisfied, my lust/desire to give myself 100% to a blackman is more than fulfilled and my submissive side is complete by serving them both. Can life get any better?

Although I didn't find what I was looking for through Dark Cavern. The mere fact that you exist played an important part in what has unfolded.

So..women..young, old, married or single, I urge you to listen to your inner voice and "Go for it".

Kalin

For a few weeks after our initial time with Thomas and Cathy I found myself in somewhat of a denial stage. Not a guilty denial feeling, but one of never dreaming I could have ever experienced such a sexual sensation. My body would tingle at the very thought of what we'd done. The inner power I felt from the physical taking of such a huge cock into my body and being pleased by it and at the same time pleasing it was invigorating. The contrast of his black skin and the social taboo of a white woman sexing with a black man only added to the intensity. I was riding some kind of high. I was slowly accepting the other side of me that I had so often denied. This inner-person was a stranger to me yet as I pondered the situation with Thomas and Cathy, this other side of me was becoming more and more of a confidant, someone who I accepted as being a part of my character. This in itself was liberating. I don't mean to go on and on about the psychological aspects of black on white sexing (or plain extramarital sexing for that matter) but I feel it is important to all those who have an interest in sexual self-liberation. In fact Jeff warned me that my initial letter was too wordy and took a long time to get to the action, but that's not my intent here. I want the reader whether male or female to understand my feelings as well. Trust me; the more I write the more sultry the story becomes.

One of the non-sexual events to take place from Thomas' visit was that Cathy was transferring to Atlanta. Imagine that!! That transfer was not to take place for a number of months though. Cathy was very complimentary of my sexuality and asked if she and I could get together on a one on one basis sometime, to which we did with Jeff as a voyeur and naturally an eventual participant. My desire for sex had grown to accepting my bi sexuality as an avenue toward pleasure.... especially Jeff's. I even voyeured Jeff and another woman on a trip we took to San Destin a month or so later. But those are stories for another time. Thomas e-mailed Jeff on a regular basis and Jeff told me of Thomas' inquiries as to how I was doing. Thomas had an AOL account and encouraged Jeff and I to do the same so soon Thomas and I were chatting/flirting through AOL. He was most always a gentleman but would show his nasty side from time to time. I always informed Jeff of any conversations I might have had with Thomas. The eventual question of "when were we coming to see him" surfaced and as fate would have it, Jeff was scheduled for an October meeting in Atlanta.

When Cathy found out we were going to Atlanta she told me make sure that Thomas took me out for a "slut run". When I asked her what it was, she just gave me one of her coy looks, winked at me and said, "trust me, you'll love it, I know." Once again I felt as if she knew and understood this other person in me much more than I chose to. When I mentioned it to Jeff he said to ask Thomas, and upon asking Thomas (on AOL) he said that a "slut-run was fine (he wouldn't give me details either) but he already some other plans and actually needed us to help him with a favor. It seems that a professional black friend of Thomas' named Ronnie, had been contacted (through the DC) by a white couple from south Georgia for a possible rendezvous in Atlanta. The couple had done some "sexual enhancement" on a few occasions one of which was the wife giving a blow job to a guy at a party. She was curious in a full encounter and had contacted Thomas' friend for a possible meeting. She had asked if Ronnie knew of any other white women who had experienced black sexing who were willing to help her through. When he asked Thomas, he immediately thought of our upcoming trip. They too were on AOL and with Thomas' and Ronnie's encouragement they contacted us with the usual questions and hesitancies. Their names were David and Karen. Karen was a school teacher a couple of years older than me and he and insurance executive. They had 3 children and by most standards were just like us. When they mentioned coordinating their trip to Atlanta with ours, we eventually decided for the six of us to get together and see how the chemistry went. There would be no obligations on anyone's part. They made plans to stay at the same hotel property as us but would not arrive until Saturday afternoon. Thomas' only further instructions were what for me to wear and that when we left Florida to leave all inhibitions behind. I fed off of these words for weeks until the day we flew to Atlanta.

We arrived in Atlanta on a Wednesday night and got a suite in the Buckhead area. Jeff had meetings on Thursday and Friday and I used to hotel shuttle to the malls in the area. We enjoyed some fine dining and that honeymoon time that one begins to crave after spending too much time as responsible parents and good citizens. Thomas was out of town until Friday when he called our suite and asked if we were up for an evening out I readily told Jeff to tell him, "Yes!" Jeff handed the phone to me and after our initial hellos, Thomas told me to wear the short skirt and button up sweater I had told him about earlier and nothing underneath; no bra...no panties. I shook with anticipation as I shaved my pussy that evening envisioning the evening to come. Thomas drove to our hotel. We met in the lobby and hugged each other tightly as if we were old friends. We all drove in our rental car at a local cafe around 8:30. We had a casual dinner and a few drinks and for nearly an hour nothing sexual was said. He and Jeff would wink at me from time to time and tell me how fine I looked. We had paid our bill and Jeff and Thomas were talking business. When Thomas left the table for the rest room, Jeff asked me if he had said anything about a "slut-run" when I was on the phone with him to which I replied "no" So Jeff suggested that I ask him when he came back. When Thomas returned to our table I did just that. "So, Thomas, what is this slut-run thing that Cathy has told us about? I'm very curious!" He leaned forward, and as he did he slipped his hand up the outside of my thigh up under my skirt to my hips and said "Why don't we just find out then." It was if he had turned on an electrical switch in me. The touch of his hand on my thigh made my body tingled all over and an immediate charge went straight to my nipples and crotch. My body slumped slightly as I savored the feeling and my mind pondered the mysteries of the hours ahead. It was like he had taken immediate control of my body and will. It all happened so suddenly. It was like an instant change of scenery and attitude in a matter of seconds. I became oblivious to the people around us and concentrated only on my unknown task at hand.

We rose and walked toward the door and Thomas instructed Jeff to drive and for me to get in the back seat with him. We were in a Chrysler LHS and the back seat was nice and wide yet Thomas pulled me over to his side and put his arm around me as we left the parking lot. He gave Jeff some directions and then leaned down and nibbled on my neck causing me to moan under my breath. Just 5 minutes earlier everything was "normal" and now here I was in the back seat of our car necking with our dinner partner. I put my hand on his chest and he pulled my face in front of his and kissed me deeply. His tongue shot into my mouth as I ran my tongue into his. We were like two teenagers in heat after sitting through a long boring movie. When I think back, I realize that we had been having foreplay to this event for months on AOL through our various chats and fantasies that I had created.

Thomas was whispering in my ear and saying such things as; was I ready for a hot time, and how hot and sexy I was. We pulled into the parking lot of a what was obviously a dance club and Thomas leaned forward and said something to Jeff, got out of the car and led me on his arm to the front door of the club. The music was loud and funky and the dance floor was full. The crowd was made up of various ages and quite a number of single females. To my surprise, there were also quite a few white women there partnered with black men. I suddenly realized that I would not be the only white woman in Atlanta tonight riding a big black cock. We had been there long enough to get our drinks when I saw Jeff come in. He spotted us and went to a table across the room and took a seat. Thomas and I made small talk as if we did this all the time. I was acting real cool as if Thomas and I came here every weekend. I was getting quite a few long stares from some of the patrons and I could only imagine what they were thinking. I know that I would have immediately thought of the sexual implications one thinks of when they see a white woman with a black man. After we finished a drink, Thomas asked me to dance. As I moved back and forth on my feet shaking to the beat I could feel my unencumbered tits bouncing under my sweater. Not only was Thomas different in skin color from me but his height over mine was an obvious contrast. We only danced a couple of tunes when he leaned forward and asked me if I was enjoying the action. I leaned forward and told him I was ready for some different action. He took my hand, nodded toward Jeff and left a $10 on the table and led to outside to the car. We arrived at the car before Jeff (if was locked) and Thomas leaned down and cupped his hands on my ass and pulled me to him, kissing me deeply. He lifted my skirt slightly as his hands found my ass flesh and my arms found his neck as I returned his kiss. Jeff cleared his throat as he arrived and unlocked the car. We piled into the back seat and continued our necking. Thomas gave Jeff more driving instructions as the car entered the street. Thomas told Jeff to turn on the overhead light and me to unbutton my sweater "all the way honey and let me see those gorgeous tits" I quickly honored his request and he pulled me across his lap straddling either side of his legs. His hands guided my breasts toward his mouth and I leaned back to give his mouth full range of motion on my aching nipples. We were on the 400 connector heading back toward Buckhead and I could have cared less who voyeured our passion as I continued to give in to Thomas' pleasures. My pussy was moistening to the point that I felt I was going to leave a wet mark on his pants on top of his huge bulge. One of his hands was under my skirt on my ass guiding me back and forth across the tent in his slacks. The other either on my neck or one of my tits. I reached down with one of my hands and grasped the outline of the object of my desire and found it about half-hard. He let a slight moan as I felt it respond to my squeezing hand. In what seemed but a moment Thomas had instructed Jeff to pull into the parking lot of a pharmacy. He re-buttoned the bottom two buttons of my sweater and told me grab my purse and come with him. I was so hoping we were heading back to the hotel, but it seemed the teasing was to continue.

I could see and feel my tits swaying loose as we walked in the brightly-lit store with Thomas' large hand squeezing my ass. I felt so trashy as we walked down the aisle, my arm around his waist and pulled close to his side. As we walked through the cosmetic section I saw in a mirror that my hair was already a bit tousled and my lipstick smeared from our passionate kissing. We walked down an aisle and Thomas picked up a bottle of AstroGlide "personal" lubricant and walked to the checkout counter. He then asked the clerk for a dozen box of condoms...."Extra large please." I could barely look the clerk in her eyes as she rang up our items and when she gave the total, Thomas informed her that I was paying. I nervously fumbled through my purse for the money and could hardly breath as we arrived back at the car. As Thomas opened the door for me he held me firmly by my shoulders and in all sincerity asked me if I was OK and if I wanted to go through with this. I told him I was very nervous and a bit scared but willing to take it step by step. He added that eventually there could be nasty talk involved and although I'm not terribly experienced with such, I got quite a charge from the possibility. He told me that all I had to say was no or stop and it would be over...no questions asked. I told him to make sure his plans included Jeff being with us or close by to which he replied that it was an unspoken rule until he was told otherwise. My fast breathing eased a bit and then he whispered in my ear, "get in the car."

He sat next to me and I couldn't stay away from him. I moved my hand to his crotch and started rubbing his cock through his pants. He looked straight ahead as his meat grew with each stroke of my hand. We hadn't gone 2 blocks before we were pulling up to a grocery store. I was almost so frustrated that it was beginning to turn me off a bit. He caught my coldness and winked at me and said, "Last stop" The same scenario insued as he led me in on his arm and back to the wine/beer section. We picked up a bottle of wine and 2 bottles of chilled champagne. I got a few stares from mostly white women and a wink or two from a few of them. I'm sure they thought I was some kind of bar slut out for a big one. If they only knew that I was for the most part and average housewife in her thirties enjoying an adventure that many of them wish they might dare to try. Thomas paid for our spirits and we headed back to the car. Once in Thomas remarked to Jeff that there was usually more to a normal "slut-run" but "your lady is hot and can't wait any longer, so lets don't spoil her mood." Jeff headed back to the hotel as Thomas and I kissed and I ran my hand over his shaft inside his pants. I started to unzip his pants but he stopped me and said we were almost back to hold on a minute or two. We drove into the parking garage of the hotel and once stopped, Thomas asked if it was OK if Jeff went on up to the room with the champagne, that he wanted to warm me up before we came up stairs. I exclaimed that I didn't need any more warming up but was intrigued at the option. Jeff shrugged his shoulders and looked at me and I told him we'd be right up. As Jeff stepped toward the elevator, Thomas led me to the front fender of the car up near the wall of the garage. He stared at me deeply and without blinking of looking down, unbuttoned my sweater allowing my breast to hang free in the cool Atlanta air. He leaned back against the fender and took my hand and placed it on his crotch and asked, "Is this what you've been wanting?" I hissed, "Yea, ....hell yea." "Maybe you'd like to suck it then" he said in an almost demanding voice as he placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me to a squatting position in front of his waist. My position forced my short shirt up high on my waist and I could feel the contrast of the cool air against my bare and shaved pussy. I wasted no time in undoing his pants and this time he didn't stop me. In a matter of seconds I had his beautiful ebony shaft in my hands and began to suck and lick on it like a sex starved slut. I lost the sense of my surroundings as I sucked and pumped on his shaft. A few cars drove by but I could have cared less and continued sucking. Our previous foreplay in the car must have gotten to Thomas because in just a few minutes he began to thrust and twitch and I sensed his impending eruption. I was intent on trying to swallow his load (something I seldom do unless I'm really turned on) but as he began to cum he pulled back and aimed his stream toward my face. I closed my eyes as the first warm glob hit my forehead. He must have let loose a quarter cup of cum on me from my hair to my tits. I knew from our previous fucking that he was a heavy cummer, but this was the first time I'd seen his load, and it was all over me. Cum was still dripping from my chin on to my tits when he grabbed my under my arms, lifted me up, spun me around and pushed me back over the fender onto the hood of the car. My skirt bunched around my waist as he spread my legs and bent over and dove into my pussy with his mouth and tongue. I could feel his semen cooling on my face and tits and start to run down the side my face and of my breasts as the first orgasm hit me. Yes, I was very turned on, but Thomas was an expert at eating pussy. I'm almost sure that some people saw us as they walked from their cars to the elevator, yet we were in a dim area and toward the back wall of the garage. I was ready to fuck in a bad way but Thomas took me to one more orgasm in a matter of minutes, maybe even seconds. Had Jeff not been waiting in the room a swear I could and would have fucked Thomas right there in garage, but I was anxious to share this encounter with my husband. I was beginning to feel a little guilty thinking of him back in the room wondering what his "trashy little wife" was up to.

On the way to the room we had to pass through the atrium/bar area of the hotel and I could feel Thomas' dried cum on my face and in my hair. We got what I felt like were a few stares from the few patrons remaining. My crotch was dripping with the mixture of my cum juice and his saliva and my inner thighs were wet as we strolled arm in arm toward the inside elevator. Once the doors closed, Thomas easily slipped his middle finger into my pussy hole and grabbed one of my breasts through my sweater. We rode to the 12th floor and as we walked to towards our door, he slipped his sticky finger in my mouth and asked me if it tasted like my pussy was ready for some hot cock. I responded by sucking hard on his finger swallowing my juices and moaning inwardly all at the same time. I couldn't drag him to the room fast enough. It was exactly midnight when we stumbled through the door. Jeff was wide eyed as we stepped past him toward the center of the front room of our suite. I didn't mean to ignore Jeff but I was eager for the task at hand. Thomas and I ripped at each other's clothes and in what seemed an instant we were both stark naked, kissing deeply with his hands on my ass and breasts and mine on his hardening cock. I pushed him onto the couch and quickly went to my knees to suck him to full hardness. His cock was engorged in only a moment at which time I climbed up on him and spread my legs on either side of his thighs. I reached down to his shaft and guided the head toward my eager cunt. His cock was so long that I had to lift myself up. As I did he took one of my nipples between his lips and teeth and gave it a tug as I eased his gorgeous meat up in me. As I lowered myself onto his cock I kept wondering when I was going to hit bottom. My walls stretched to accommodate his girth and eventually I found him all the way in. Through grinding teeth I told him "Fuck me!! Fuck me good!" He replied, "You are one hot little bitch! You wanna get fucked?" "Yes!" I breathed. Again he asked, " Do you wanna get slut fucked" I replied Yes, please!" "Then ask me to then," he said. I realized he was teasing me and making me burn. "Please slut fuck me!" "With what" "With your cock" "Do you wanna see your sweet white pussy getting fucked by this huge black cock? "Yes," I said. He was holding me still the entire time of his interrogation. My pussy was eager for some heavy stroking. I gritted out; " I want you to fuck my white slut cunt hole with that huge black cock of yours!" With out a word he sat up and got to his feet with my pussy still clamped tight around his tool and walked back to the bed and lowered me on the cover. "On your back dick slut! That's how you'll get this cock! His words echoed through my head as he withdrew most all of his cock. I looked down and saw his slick, shiny ebony shaft with wide eyes as I anticipated his pushing it back in. I didn't have to wait long but I never saw it because as he shoved that monster back in my cunt my eyes instinctually closed my neck bent back and my mouth fell open. His meat hit bottom in one stroke and then he started pumping me slow but hard.

His tempo increased and in a matter of minutes he was slamming his tool in and out of my cunt like a buck rabbit. I pulled my legs apart and surrendered to his pounding. I remember catching a glimpse of Jeff to the side, nude and pulling on his cock. My whole body was being shaken like a rag doll. My tits wore flopping back and forth and my head was rolling all around. I only wish I had allowed Jeff to video our session. Orgasms began to rip through my body and brain and my cunt convulsed tighter on Thomas' thick meat. I reached back for the headboard to have something to grip and missed my own bed because hotel headboards are attached to the wall with nothing to grab. I dug my hands and nails into the cover trying to stabilize myself and gain to leverage to push back on Thomas' onslaught. Frustrated, I grabbed his shoulders and began fucking him back, thrusting my hips toward him and feeling his cock hit deep down in my body. I love my husbands cock but this thing was wonderful. Its length and girth opened up so many more possibilities. Thomas must have slam fucked me for at least 15 minutes without slowing down. His stamina was amazing. He continued to talk nasty and whisper in my ear, calling me various names and making me call myself names. This only intensified the 3-4 orgasms he stroked me to on his initial mounting. He is only human and after my body went limp he too tired and rolled over on his back steadying me on top of him without ever removing his luscious cock. I started grinding back and forth on his meat. He was still rock hard and in this position I felt as if his dick would be coming up through my throat each time I ground back and forth. I could feel Thomas' hands on my ass and then I felt another hand as Jeff approached us from the side. I reached over and stroked Jeff's hardening cock ( he had already come earlier by jerking off to our scene.) Looking straight into my eyes, Jeff eased his hand toward my exposed asshole and started working his lubricated finger into it.

I didn't say a word and quickly loosened up to his probing. Without saying a word I knew what he had in mind. He was going to butt fuck me with Thomas in my pussy and I wasn't going to stop him. I pressed my breasts against Thomas' chest exposing more of my bottom to Jeff. He climbed up behind me and rubbed the head of his cock on my butt hole all the time squeezing an ample supply of Astro-Glide on his cock and on my sphincter. As Thomas held me still, Jeff eased his cock up my asshole with one smooth stroke. I gasped and reached back to hold him still as well while my body got used to having two cocks in it. I started moving at my discretion and speed. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations in my pussy and ass. Gradually the guys started stroking me in alternate fashion. As Thomas' meat went in my pussy, Jeff would stroke out of my ass and vice versa. This went on for a while and then they started their entering strokes at the same time. I had to put a stop to that as my bottom side just couldn't handle all that penetration at once. Jeff started speeding up and I could feel that he was about to come. I pushed myself down hard and deep burying Thomas deep in my pussy and held still as Jeff pounded my asshole faster and harder. As he started to cum he pulled out and shot his load on my back. He pulled out so fast that my asshole made a popping sound, clamped up and then let out a huge rattling loose fart. We all died laughing which made my pussy grip even tighter on Thomas' huge meat. Jeff wiped his cum off of my back with a towel as Thomas and I resumed some slow grinding. We were both very tired. As I mentioned before. Thomas had been out of town the whole week and had just arrived back earlier Friday afternoon. He had yet to come since the parking lot which made the score Jeff: 2 Thomas: 0 and Nancy: countless!

Thomas told me to get up on all fours that he had a surprise for me! I obediently did as he requested and he got in behind me and stroked his cock back into my cunt. His hands stroked my breasts and ass, occasionally reaching up and pulling my hair so that I'd bend my back giving his cock and my pussy the sweetest sensation. He then began rubbing his thumb on my already loosened asshole. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, " Now I'm gonna fuck your asshole." He didn't ask me if I wanted him to or if he could....he just told me he was. I realized that if he knew I didn't want to that he would honor my wishes, but at this point I was willing to try. I told him to put on a condom(semen gives me the shits something awful and told Jeff to get one out of the bag from the pharmacy ). Jeff eased to the front room and came back saying we must have fallen out of the bag in the car, because we had the astroglide. Jeff dressed quickly and headed for the parking garage as Thomas continued to ready my asshole for his rod. He kept stroking his cock in and out of my pussy while moving his fingers in and out of my asshole. I'm kinda glad that we had to wait on Jeff, because the more I thought about the size of Thomas' cock the more I was thankful for the time to ready my hole. I was also enjoying the leisurely fuck he was giving my pussy. Jeff came in and handed Thomas a condom. He withdrew from my pussy and grabbed the sheet and wiped my cunt juice off of his shaft.He then told me to turn around and put the condom on his cock. I sat up and he held the condom package in his fingers and put it to my mouth for me to tear open with my teeth. He put the condom in my mouth and told me to roll it on. I'd heard about this trick but had little experience since it had been years since we'd used one. It was easier than I expected, but because of his length, I had to put the rest on with my hands. He squeezed some astroglide on it and told me to stroke it good. He eased me back around on all fours and, still in his domineering mode, told Jeff to get under me for a "close-up" of the next scene. Jeff nestled in under me in a 69 position and began lapping slowly at my slit and my well fucked and hanging pussy lips. I leaned forward and took Jeff's cock in my mouth as Thomas began fingering my asshole again. I could tell that Thomas rose up and was squatting over me. I felt his cock head nudge the entrance to my already fucked and fingered asshole. I lifted my mouth off of Jeff's cock anticipating the pain of his penetration, yet there was none. If felt like a huge and I mean huge reverse bowel movement. I was amazed, as were Thomas and Jeff at how easy his cock was stroking me.

I relaxed again and concentrated on the sensations of having my pussy licked and my asshole fucked. Jeff had fucked my asshole with Cindy providing the tongue work several times, but this was a whole new sensation. Thomas' cock was plowing deep into my bowels and my asshole was stretched way beyond belief. I pushed my behind in the air like a cat in heat as he began to fuck my asshole like I was a 2 dollar whore. I began to get verbal, slowly at first and then uttering obscenities at Thomas and Jeff. I felt crazed! The sounds and sensations lead me to an orgasm and as my body spasmed and tightened, that was all that Thomas could stand as he blew his wad while burying his cock to the hilt up my ass. The tightness of the condom and the size of his load caused some of the cum to shoot back up the condom and leak around the bottom. He withdrew his cock and I could feel the coldness of the room air rush into my worn out hole. It wouldn't tightened back up. I was afraid it might be stuck open like that. I rolled over and stretched my legs as Jeff rolled to the side. Thomas collapsed back in a chair, the condom half off of his slick black shaft, still heavy with his cum.

I fell asleep and was awakened by Thomas' voice at my side. He was dressed and said he "had to get home and get some sleep. I'll call you two tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow night could be a wild one." I could hardly fathom the thought as I drifted back to sleep. (to be cont'd)