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FREAKING - Part 10


I looked through the peephole before I opened the door. It was Marcus - the construction worker I stood up earlier. I could see he was angry so I quickly explained to Stan about being late earlier and missing connections and asked him what he wanted me to do now. He grinned, rubbing his erection and headed for the other room, saying the man obviously wanted to keep our date. "He wants to ride the train and, I think you ought to punch his ticket before he punches yours,...and mine!" he advised, closing the connecting door behind him as he left.

Marcus was a big, built like an NFL Linebacker, with thighs as big around as my waist. He looked like one of those thick columns you see in front of Southern Plantation homes. A real fire plug physique if you know what I mean. If I hadn't been so coked up earlier, I probably would have been too afraid of him to even talk to him, much less agree to meet him for a drink. I only agreed to meet him in the first place because he talked so dirty when we met. He treated me like a whore from the very beginning, talking like he was already fucking me. He asked me what I thought about screwing black men and, what I thought about big, black cocks. When I asked if he had one, a big cock, that is, he pulled my hand into his lap right there at the bar and asked me what I thought. I pulled away, embarrassed and flustered, but not before I squeezed it a couple times. It was like one of those huge bologna rolls you see at the deli, as big around as it was long. And, the damn thing wasn't even hard. I remember being afraid, and thinking if his cock was as big as I thought it was, I might not be able to handle it anyway. But, it was too late to back out by then so I agreed to meet him. I figured it was a win - win situation. If the fucking didn't work out, my husband would still be delighted just to see a cock that big, whether I fucked the guy or not.

Impatiently, Marcus banged on the door again, interrupting my reverie. I wasn't dressed for my next date yet, so, wearing only a see through teddy that left very little to the imagination, I decided to open the door before he knocked it down. He looked me up and down, desire shining brightly in his eyes as he asked me why the hell I stood him up. I explained about running late and looking for him earlier but he still wasn't convinced. So, I changed the subject, asking how he knew where I was staying...what room I was in. He said he saw me downstairs and followed me and and those two old men. Then he asked me what that was all about. I told they were to blame for me not meeting on time, that they were lawyers, that they screwed up a contract I needed for my Saturday meeting, that working that out made me late for my date with him. He asked me what they were doing in my room if it was already worked out. I told him they came by to sign the papers and finalize the deal - that they'd left just before he started pounding on the door. That seemed to satisfy him, to calm him down. He forgot his anger and let his lust for me take over again. Like at the bar, he looked like he was already fucking me, admitting that he had seen the lawyers leave. Then he asked me if I was going to invite him in...if I still wanted to have that drink. "Sure - come on in," I said, stepping aside so he could enter.

Once inside with the door closed, he just grabbed me, kissing me on the mouth, rubbing his thickly muscled body against me suggestively. I accepted his tongue and didn't complain when he caressed my buttocks with his big, calloused hands. "I knew you wanted to fuck me this afternoon" he said, trapping me against him, kissing me again as he slipped his hand under the teddy and fondled my bare ass. "That's why I got so mad when you didn't meet me," he continued. "I thought about you the whole afternoon and I couldn't believe it when you didn't show up!" I wiggled against him, feeling the hardness between his legs as I asked him what he thought about when he was thinking about me all day. He laughed, pressing his growing erection against me. "I thought about sticking my big, black dick in that hot, white pussy of yours," he said. "And, I'm still thinking about it right now!" I glanced down at the bulge between his legs, smiling. "I can see you are," I said, as his cock jerked impatiently inside his pants. I moved my hips, wiggling my ass under his hands. "Now, you've got me thinking about it too!" I teased, batting my eyes and egging him on.

There was no stopping him after that. Like a raging bull, he ripped the teddy from my body and shoved me over to the waiting bed. Nervous, frightened and anxious, I helped him undress. When he finally slipped out of his shorts and showed his cock to me, I couldn't believe how big it was. It was twice the size of my husband's and big as a beer can. It was so hard, the dark skin didn't give at all when I squeezed it. I told him I wasn't sure if I could take a cock as big as that. He told me to let him worry about that and yanked me up on the bed beside him. I know people exaggerate about the size of black men's cocks but you can ask my husband if you don't believe me. Marcus had the biggest black dick I ever saw! And he wanted to stick it in me so bad he was shaking. I begged him to be gentle, to go slow, as he jerked my legs apart and set himself between my thighs.

My labias were already tender from all the screwing I'd already done and even as wet I was, I winced with discomfort as he tried to stick it in me. I urged him to take it easy as he tried to force it in. His huge cock head wouldn't go thru my tight labias and, with brutish indifference, he expectorated in his hand. He rubbed the spittle all over his dick, lubricating himself to make penetrating me easier. As he tried to enter me again, I steadied his huge cock with my hands and helped him stretch and bully his way into my snug vagina. When he got the big bulbous head of his black dick into my stretched pussy hole, he held it there, letting me adjust to the size of it before he tried pushing it any further in. I pushed as his chest and burrowed my ass deeper into the mattress, trying to escape the stinging discomfort his huge cock was already causing between my legs. Tears welled up in my eyes. It felt like he was tearing me apart.

Despite his eagerness to fuck me, he held back, trying not to hurt me. As my vagina continued to lubricate and expand, the pressure between my legs diminished. And just when I started to think it would be okay, he shoved that beer can all the way in. I squealed with pain as his big cock stretched my labias and strained my snug vagina to the breaking point. I thought I was going to split apart as he bottomed out inside me. When our tummies touched, he had it all in me, and, I was still a little uncomfortable. The pressure was almost unbearable and I don't how my vagina managed to contain all that dick without bursting. Every time he moved between my legs, I gasped with a mixture of pleasure and pain like nothing I'd ever known. With my aching pussy so stretched and distended, it was a miracle I wasn't injured.

I'm a seasoned, experienced black cock slut - accustomed to over sized cocks, but Marcus' dick made all the dicks I'd had before seem small. I couldn't believe how stuffed and airtight my pussy was. I finally expanded enough to start experiencing more pleasure than pain, and, as the tempo of his thrusting increased, I even started responding to his thrusts. I lifted my buttocks and moved my hips to heighten the waves of delight that began to engulf me. His cock felt like a iron bar between my legs, literally pinning me to the mattress. I couldn't have dislodged him if I had wanted to. I didn't even try. All I could do was lay there and TAKE IT so that's what I did! Much to my embarrassment, the airtight seal inside my stretched pussy started expelling trapped air, emitting those infamous farting sounds - pussy farts, I think they're called. I spread my legs as far apart as I could to relieve the pressure, climaxing repeatedly as my tormented pussy farted in unison with his thrusts. "ohhh god" I moaned, gasping for breath and cumming ever time he rammed it in.

"You like that big dick now, don't you, baby" he murmured. "You want me to cum in that white pussy now, don't you?" "Yes" I shrieked. "I want you to cum in me - just don't stop! I love your big, black cock! I love it I love it I love it!" He hammered away, slamming into me with such force I could feel it all the way to my toes. "You got some tight white pussy, baby" he groaned, burying his thick black tool all the way to the balls as he stiffened between my legs. "Here it cums, baby! Here it cums!" he hissed as he started ejaculating in thick creamy spurts. His orgasm only increased the pressure between my legs, making my cum all over his big cock again and again. "God damn that pussy's good," he groaned, blasting inside me like a fire hose!

When he finished ejaculating and pulled that black cock out of my stretched vagina, my pussy farted so loud and so long it sounded like I was soiling myself. In spite of my embarrassment, I laughed out loud at the sound and tried to slow my racing heartbeat. We were both sweating and panting like racehorses at the finish line and it took us both several minutes to recover from what had to be the most painful and pleasurable orgasm I'd ever known. When he started playing with my heaving breasts and talking about fucking me again, I told him it was late and I had early appointments. He grunted his disapproval. "So its ram, bam - thank you, Ma'am, huh?" he said, pinching my nipple so hard I yelped with pain. I told him not to be like that, that it had been wonderful, the best I ever had, but I really couldn't stay up all night. I told him we could get together again when I had more time. I hated lying to him, but I had a boxer to meet - a train to finish - one last ticket to punch.

As I got off the bed and stood up, he got up too, saying he couldn't wait until tomorrow, that he wanted to fuck me again right now. When I told him he would have to wait, he pushed me back against the door, his fully erect cock brushing against my thighs. He pinned me against the door, raising and spreading my legs as he sought to enter me again. I struggled meekly but he held me pinned like I was weightless and pressed his thick cock head into my stretched and swollen pussy lips. In a single, stabbing thrust his huge cock pistoned into my aching vagina again. All I could think about was that scene in THE GODFATHER where Sonny was fucking one of his sister's bridesmaids up against a door just like Marcus was fucking me. He hammered me against the door with that same steady thumping sound you hear when Sonny's doing it and, like the bridesmaid, I was panting with delight every time that big dick hit me.

I stopped fighting it and relaxed, letting him have his way. There's something about getting fucked standing up that I like. It renders me helpless and submissive. I took every gut wrenching penetration with orgasmic fervor, telling him to fuck me then - to fuck me with the big, black dick until he couldn't fuck me anymore. When he grabbed my buttocks and lifted me off the floor, I wrapped my legs around him and let him ram my pussy anyway he wanted to, cumming and he hammered me so hard I thought he were going to break the door. With gravity tugging me down and his black cock pushing me back up, it wasn't long before he was pumping another big load of hot semen into to my battered and torn pussy hole. His climax was so intense and powerful that his knees trembled at the end and he almost dropped me. Almost, but not quite. Using the door to help, he eased me back to my feet and disengaged. The moment his huge cock left my vagina, his semen started dripping out of my pussy onto the floor forming a sizable puddle between my shaking legs.

I finally convinced him that I couldn't take anymore and got him to leave. It was ten minutes to twelve when he left. My poor pussy was a mess, all stretched and shapeless...the lips hanging open and the entrance to my vagina enlarged so much that it looked like a big open tunnel between my legs. I thought about scratching the boxer off my list and calling it a night as my husband came into the room. He was talking like he always does...about how sexy and exciting it was, about how big Marcus's black dick was, and about how sexy I looked...how much he liked watching me take all that dick. I told him I still had one more passenger to go and needed some more cocaine if I was going to finish what I started. Being just as tired and cummed out as I was, he was more than happy to accommodate me.

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FREAKING - Part 9


It was 9:15 when I reached the Sand's for my next date. I was 45 minutes late and Marcus either didn't show up or he got tired of waiting for me and left. I was returning to the hotel, disappointed, but still looking forward to the surprise date I had planned between 10 and 11. That's when I was supposed to meet the two old white guys who wanted to pay me. I was already thinking about how Stan would look when he saw me bringing 2 old geezers back to the room. He'd be flabbergasted! Before I went back upstairs, I ambled through the tables just in case they were early. As fate would have it, they were, and, when I sat down at the blackjack table where they were, they forgot all about gambling. I told them I finished my business sooner than expected and, if they were still interested in what we discussed earlier, now was a good time for me. They were interested all right. Bob, the older one, slipped me 3 one hundred dollar bills right there at the table.

I took them up to the suite, unlocking the door noisily, hoping Stan would hear and duck into the other room before we got inside. I'm sure he was shocked to see me with two guys, especially 2 such old white men. I turned on some music and offered them a drink. As soon as they heard the Jagger's 'Honky Tonk Women' coming out of the CD player, they started hooting and hollering "Take it off! Take it off!" I made a funny face at the mirrors, hoping my husband was watching and started swaying to the beat of the music. Bob and Tom sipped their drinks and watched me do my dance. Stripping isn't exactly what I do best but they were both too loaded to notice, whistling and making cat calls as I started removing my clothes. They urged me to show'em my tits as soon as my top came off, offering to help me with my bra. But the front snap was easy so I slipped it off and tossed it on the bed beside them. They were crazy about my naked breasts. Visible erections adorned both their pants fronts as they stared and panted like teenagers looking at a Playboy centerfold.

"Nice tits, sweetie - Nice big tits" Bob said, elbowing Tom for approval. But, Tom had his own ideas. He said he wanted to feel "those puppies", curling his fingertips in the air between us like twin spiders. Bare-chested, I danced over to him, grabbed his head and pulled his face into my busom. He shook his head back and forth between my tits, kissing them and grinning like fool. Bob really liked that. He told his friend to "suck'em...to suck them big, pretty titties!" As I pulled back so Tom could suck'em, Bob lifted my skirt and started feeling my butt. "Man, look at this ass!" he cackled, elbowing Tom again. Together they removed my skirt, their hands roaming all over my buttocks and between my legs. The panties were next and they both loved my hairy pussy, fingering and fondling me simultaneously as they decided who was going to fuck me first. With Bob insisting that he get me first, Tom unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Circumcised and stiff as a poker, he suggested I suck on his cock while his friend fucked me. Bob thought that was a great idea, saying "Yeah - Go down on him while I'm putting it to you. That'll be sexy as hell!"

With his rigid white dick sticking up in the air between his legs, Tom laid back on the bed, urging me to do it...to suck it. He told me and Bob that he really liked getting his dick sucked. When I heard the hiss of Bob's zipper going down behind me, I glanced back at his cock as he prepared to get in the pussy he paid for. His cock wasn't as big as Tom's but it was okay for an old man. Like Tom's, Bob's cock was hard as a brick as he bent me over the bed and moved up behind my buttocks. He pushed my head down over Tom's upright cock and watched his friend slip it between my parted lips. "Suck it, bitch" he said, ramming his cock into my pussy at the same time. They worked together, rocking me back and forth between them, grunting and groaning in exaggerated delight as they double banked me. It was almost like they were masturbating the way Bob pulled back as I went down on Tom and then buried his cock in my pussy as I rocked back up. They double teamed me like synchronized swimmers. One cock in when the other was out and vice versa so that I always had one in me. Up and down and in and out, getting too excited way too fast, until they both started ejaculating, spraying their watery semen in my pussy and my mouth at the same time.

Both their cocks shriveled, growing limp as they stopped ejaculating. They quickly pulled out, breathing heavily, and began complimenting me on my performance, telling each other how good it was. Tom said it was a terrific blow job and Bob was really impressed with my pussy, how tight it was and how well I controlled the muscles in my vagina. As if 15 minutes with me was worth the money they spent, they seemed contented and unconcerned that it was all over. But I only thought it was all over. Bob slipped me another 300 plus a fifty dollar tip if I would do them both again. I've never felt more whorish in my life, but in spite of myself, I got excited when they paid me again. I put the money under the pillow, making sure my watching husband didn't see it and waited for them to tell me what they wanted. Bob said he wanted to watch Tom fuck me, and then he would fuck me again himself. I thought that was a good idea figuring even if Tom ejaculated prematurely again, Bob would take his place and I might get fucked long enough to grab an orgasm of my own.

It was somewhat longer and more titillating than the first time, but they both ejaculated too fast again. Tom almost before he got it in me good, and Bob after a couple dozen rabbit-like thrusts. It was easy to understand why they paid for sex. Their wives probably weren't interested in 5 minute quickies. I sure wasn't. It was over for both of them before it ever got started for me. Out of cum and apparently out of money, Tom and Bob put their little white dicks back in their pants and thanked me for a wonderful time, comparing notes and bragging to one another as they departed, leaving me naked and frustrated on the bed. The whole thing took 40 minutes and I didn't cum once! But, there was an up side. I was 650.00 dollars richer and I learned that whoring for money was not only easier than gambling, it was more profitable, as well.

Still, for a slut like me, giving the pussy away will always be more fun than selling it...and its a lot more gratifying, too. Those two old goats left me feeling like I didn't get fucked at all. I even wondered if there was time to have a go with Stan before my midnighter with the boxer. After Bob and Tom were gone, Stan came out of the other room, teasing and talking, already fantasizing about the next one and the next one and the next one. Seems he too felt like my session with the old guys was wasted effort. My tenure as a prostitute was short lived, as well. I never did it for money again. And I never even told my husband that they paid me. Although he probably knew it, or guessed it, I didn't tell him and he didn't ask. If he was curious about them being white and old enough to be my father, he didn't mention it. He just wanted to know who was going to fuck me next.

I told him the next passenger on the train wasn't scheduled until midnight...that we had a little time for ourselves if he wasn't too exhausted from jerking off to get it up. He liked the idea but he was tired and he wanted to do some more vitamin C first, so, I slipped into the shower while he prepared the powdered aphrodisiac we both liked so well. I came back all clean and squeaky with my well used pussy perfumed, powdered and smelling like strawberry douche. We got high again, teasing and talking about the guys who had already fucked me, recalling the highlights until we got horny and aroused again. We just about to get into some one-on-one screwing of our own when somebody banged on the door. I almost jumped outta my skin. I had the boxer guy at midnight but it was only 11 o'clock. Nobody knew where we were staying except the guys who had already fucked me so I had no idea who was at the door.

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JAY CUMS TO OUR HOUSE


As in my earlier story, after I met Jay in his car, and felt his kisses, finger inside me, and licked his 11 inch cock I knew I wanted more, much more. After discussing this with my husband, we both agreed to invite him to our house and if we did have sex, to have it in our own bed so every night my husband and I went to bed, we would know I had been taken by my first black man right there where we slept.

I called Jay and he was more than eager to visit us. Arrangements were made to pick him up in a local parking area and then bring him to our house. One of my fantasies had been to be a stripper, so my husband bought me my own pole for use at home. In my call to Jay, I told him to bring some dollars as he might get a great show and lap dance.

The clothes I picked out (along with my husband's help) was a v-neck low cut sweater which split at the top, and bottom. It showed off my breasts beautifully. Along with that was a short striped skirt and high heels and my usual thong. When my husband brought him in the back door, Jay gave me a dozen beautiful purple tulips which won my heart over. As a reward, I kissed him right in front of my husband, something he had always wanted me to do. We fixed a couple of drinks and moved to the game room, Jay and I sitting on the chaise lounge and my husband manning the digital camera and video.

It wasn't long and Jay was slipping my heels off and rubbing my feet. I had found out he liked strawberry scent, so we had purchased three strawberry candles, one for the game room and one on either nightstand in our bedroom. Jay's soft hands and long fingers felt so great on my feet, little did he know they are a sensuous part of my body. The longer he rubbed them the more excited I got. I had turned towards him on the lounge and his eyes immediately looked up my skirt and I knew he could see my white thong, as could my husband who was sitting taking pictures. Jay's hands moved up and down my calf, then higher up my leg until he was barely caressing my pussy through my panties. He pulled me to him and gave me another kiss which made me melt with passion.

After two drinks I felt the urge to put on a show for Jay and my husband. I changed into my little school girl dancing outfit and took Jay's hand, leading him to the living room where we had set the pole up. My husband had put in some sexy dancing music and with Jay sitting on the couch, I began to move around the pole, teasing him, loving to see the look of lust in his eyes. After a little while, I moved towards him and knelt before him, my hand reaching to find his hard cock through his slacks. With my eyes looking right in his, I started rubbing it and then pulled his slacks down so I could take his 11 inch ebony spear out. My husband continued to take pictures as my tongue licked the tip and my hand stroked his throbbing cock. One thing I loved about Jay was how hot he got, and how he moaned when I stroked and licked him.

I danced some more for him, untying my white top and letting my breasts be exposed. He pulled me to him and sucked and licked my nipples. The more I stripped, the more dollar bills he threw at me or slipped inside my white thong. My school girl skirt came off next and he pulled me into his face, his soft tongue licking my pussy through my soaked panties. I couldn't help but pull his head into me tighter, loving the feel of a strange tongue on my pussy. I thought it might bother me to have my husband watch, but in fact, it excited me to have him see me being taken by a handsome black man. I sent him to the other room to get the tape measure so I could, in fact, measure Jay's cock and see just how big it was. After stroking and licking it some more, I measured and yes, he really is 11 inches long and over 6 inches around.

As Jay and I kissed and teased, my pussy became more and more sensitive, wet, and tingly. It was time to try my first black man. Taking Jay by the hand, I pulled him up from the couch and told my husband we were going upstairs to our bed. As promised, Jay picked me up with his strong arms and carried me up the stairs. What a feeling that was!! My husband followed with the video camera, setting it up on a table beside the bed. He had also laid out a mask and feather tickler we had purchased from Victoria's Secret. The scene was set along with some soft romantic music playing on the CD player. Unfortunately for my husband, after he went back downstairs I turned the lights down too low, and the video did not turn out except for the sounds of our lovemaking. But, what a love making session Jay and I had. Later, I found out my husband had sat at the bottom of the stairs listening to the sounds coming from me as Jay and I made love, and when he fucked me silly.

Hopefully you can understand how apprehensive I was about the size of Jay's cock and how much I could take. My husband is very adequate, 7 inches and 5 around, but not like Jay. Not being into pain, I had told Jay to be gentle and he promised me he would, although he did mention how he was going to "re-size" me. We laid back on the bed and began to make out. By now our kisses were much more intense and my body began responding eagerly, anticipating what it would be like to have him inside me. What a lover he is. He was so patient with me, touching me all over, running his fingers gently and softly all over my body preparing me for the best cock I have ever felt. My nipples were erect and his lips and tongue were all over them. I responded my sucking the tip of his cock, running my tongue around the tip, hearing him moan with pleasure. The more excited Jay got, the hotter it made me. I took the mask and blindfolded him and sucked, licked, and kissed him some more. My hands cupped his balls as he became more and more excited. I also used the feather on him bringing him to the excitement level I was at!!!

Now it was his turn to please me. With his blindfold still on, I slid over his face and spread my legs so he could lick my wet hot pussy. I even took some pictures of him licking me so my husband could see what happened. Jay's tongue was wonderful and I encouraged him to suck my clitoris gently and slide his tongue inside me as I moved tighter on his face. When he had me close to an orgasm, he pushed me aside and laid me on my back. The time was now. I looked in his beautiful brown eyes as he knelt between my legs and taking his cock in his hand, rubbed the tip up and down my spread pussy. What a feeling that was, the soft music playing, the candles flickering on the nightstand, my first black man about to slide inside me. As he pressed the tip against me I spread open as far as I could and braced my arms on his. Slowly he slid inside and I could feel that I was being stretched like never before. He was so gentle, but also so assertive, showing that he was going to take me.

Gently he started sliding his huge cock in and out of me, a little further in each time until I felt like he had hit the deepest part of me and that my pussy could not be stretched any further. How wrong I was. As he made love to me I found myself trying to spread my legs further, my hands caressing his back wanting even more. The pain was there, but so was the pleasure, just like Jay said it would be. My hips moved into his, taking more and more as his pace quickened. His body laid down on mine, covering me as he kissed my neck, my lips and my breasts, even putting a passion mark on my breast for my husband to see. Soon he was pushing faster each time and I found my hands pressing back against his hips as there was no way I could handle all of him...at least, not this time. Jay whispered in my ear how hot my pussy was and how much he loved how I smelled to him, how much he wanted that white pussy and he was going to take it. The more he talked, the hotter I got.

As I found out that night, and many nights after that, Jay can go forever, keeping that cock hard for at least an hour. It was probably good that I didn't know that when we started, or I would have backed out. He slipped out of me and slid down between my legs, licking my stretched pussy and bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. My body trembled as I wanted to cum so bad right then. Jay teased me, knowing when I was about to cum, then pulling his mouth off of me making me want it even more. He pulled me up in the bed as he laid back and moved me over him. As I squatted above his massive black cock, he took it and put it against my pussy lips and I slid down over him, slowing taking the tip inside me, then moving slowly down until I was so full it felt like I would burst. But still, he wasn't all inside me. Looking down, I could see that there was at least 3-4 inches of him that I could not handle. His hands were on my hips as I moved up and down slowly at first, then faster, feeling the orgasm building in me. He pulled me to him, kissing me and nibbling on my breasts as his hips moved in rhythm with mine until I exploded on his cock, my legs trembling as he shoved as much as I could take inside me. My husband could hear me cum all the way downstairs.

Trembling, he held me tight and listened to my whimpers. Jay was so gentle, and insisted before he would be happy and satisfied, I must be. He rolled me over on my back and again licked me and then kissed me, letting me taste my juices mixed with his cock. Sliding back inside me, he made love to me for at least another 20 minutes bringing me to at least two more orgasms, yet still not putting all of his cock inside me. There simply was no way I could handle all of it and I felt my pussy burning from the tightness. Yes, pain, yes, pleasure. Jay has the wonderful way of making love where he starts so slowly, then speeds up until he is pounding me into the bed and I could hear and feel his balls slapping against my ass. Start and stop, start and stop, until I was literally begging him to let his juices fill me up. Jay had told us he always used a condom so I felt it was safe to take him bareback as I was on the pill. Besides, I love the feeling of hot wet cum shooting inside me and feeling my lover's cock throb as he cums.

Jay put his legs on the outside of mine so mine were closed up between his. Again, his tempo slowed, then quickened, then slowed as he told me how good my white pussy felt and what a great lover I was. His words turned me on along with the feeling of fullness from his throbbing cock. As he continued to make love to me in that position, he asked if I wanted his cock, how much I wanted it, the more he talked the more I talked dirty back to him, now begging for him to fill me up. Harder and harder he fucked me...beyond the making love now...and into the fucking he and I both wanted. I could feel his hard thrusts and hear the bed squeaking and moving under me. If you can believe it, I felt his cock swell up even bigger and could hear his moans and feel his hot breath on my neck. I grabbed his tight ass and pulled him even harder into me as he finally let go with his juicy cum, deep inside me. He squirmed and shuddered over me as he shot load after load of cum deeper than anything had ever been before. I pulled him tightly to me and came with him again.

I love to cuddle, and my new lover was more than happy to accommodate me..He held me in his arms as I snuggled my head against his neck, my white leg over his tight black one. We kissed again, and got up to go downstairs. We were both naked when we found my husband waiting in the den where this all started. He could see the smile on my face and Jay put me on the kitchen table and began licking me once again, right in front of my adoring husband. Jay left us alone while I sat on the couch and told my husband I had a present for him. Laying back on the couch, I spread my legs so he could see my lover's cum dripping out of me, my swollen and red pussy, and the cum trails on my thighs. He eagerly began licking it out of me as I grabbed his head, pulling him into me harder and telling him what a great lover my new found friend was . Even though I had already had at least 3 orgasms with Jay, my used pussy began tingling again. Jay came back and I told him since it was so late, he should spend the night with us. I took his hand and led him back to his bedroom at the other end of the house. There, he kissed me again, and asked that I spend the night in his bed.

When I went back and told my husband I was going to spend the night with Jay, he wasn't too excited as he wanted me in his arms, and wanted to add his cum to my lovers. I said OK, but wanted to kiss Jay goodnight. The minute I got to Jay's room I saw that he was laying on his back, naked, stroking his cock which was already getting hard again. Taking it in my mouth, he was soon totally erect again. He pulled me off and laying me on my back, got over me and guided his cock into me once again. Even though my pussy was swollen, it felt great as he slowly started making love to me, then speeding up as before as my hips thrust into him. It wasn't long and I was ready for another orgasm as he pounded me, spreading my pussy wide again. As I moaned and started to scream with my orgasm, he unloaded in me once again, filling my pussy full of his hot white cum. I really couldn't believe he could do it again that soon, and also, that I wanted him again right then. We kissed goodnight and I finally left his arms.

I went back to find my husband, leaving Jay there to sleep for the night. When I found my husband, he told me he had heard me scream and cum again so I showed him my stretched pussy with my black lover's cum dripping out again. We went up to our bed, and quickly added his cum to my other two loads.

That was the first night with my black man, but not my last. I have been with him 8 times in the last 2 months, all at our house, in our bed. Yes, by now I am "re-sized" and can handle him better but still not take all of him. Maybe over time I will, as that is what we all want. After the first time, I was sore, but a good sore, for 3 days. Now, I am not sore after we make love but only have that wonderful tingly feeling. Jay is so patient and good with me and we now have many videos and pictures. It is still not comfortable to have my husband watch me make love with Jay, but I have let him take some early pictures of Jay putting his cock in me and kissing and licking me. Maybe someday I will be ready to let him watch. Jay is not only a gentle lover, but can stay hard for 45 minutes to an hour, and uses it all on me.

For any white ladies wanting to try a black cock, I hope you are as lucky as I am in finding a great lover like Jay. Yes, we do both, make love...and, he fucks me too...Write me if interested in chatting.

curiousrose42@yahoo.com

FREAKING - Part 8


My 8:30 date, Devon, was a rookie salesman from Boston. His accent was Kennedy-like and I loved hearing him talk. He was slender, with light brown skin and big green eyes that I couldn't stop looking at. First and only black man I ever saw with green eyes. He was only 22 and looked even younger - like a teenager - like the boys I screwed back in high school. He wasn't pushy, cocky or arrogant either. His desire was sincere and as genuine as a child's belief in Santa Claus. Getting down with a sexy, mature, fine looking white woman like me was clearly the answer to his interracial dreams - the ultimate sexual conquest. He said he had fantasized about screwing a white woman, and admitted that I would be his first! That really delighted me, made me eager to fulfill his expectations and make his "white pussy" fantasies come true. I looked forward to being with him more than any of the others. For all intents and purposes, he was a virgin, and I couldn't wait to pop his cherry.

Henry's impromptu rape had put me behind schedule so I was 15 minutes late getting to the slots where I was supposed to meet Devon. He looked sad, disappointed and lonely when I found him, obviously concerned that I wasn't going to meet him at all. When I tapped him on the shoulder, he lit up like the slot he was playing had just paid off. He said he thought I wasn't coming and couldn't express how happy he was that I was finally there. He wanted to fuck me some kinda bad! When he asked me where I wanted to go, what I wanted to do, I squeezed his hand and kissed him on the mouth right there on the casino floor. I told him I was sorry for being late and suggested we go up to my room and get to know each other better. I thought he was going to cum in his pants. I've never seen anyone as anxious and excited as that kid was. He squeezed my hand like he couldn't believe I was real. I tried to calm him down but he was anxious as a one legged man in a butt kicking contest. He was so innocent and sweet, my pussy was got wet in the elevator on the way upstairs. I told him about the suite and the mirrors and assured him that we were really going to have a good time.

He'd never seen the inside of a luxury suite and he thought it was really cool, especially the mirrors. He liked seeing me everywhere he looked...seeing himself with me. When I asked him if he wanted to get "high" he said he didn't smoke. When I told him I meant cocaine, he seemed really surprised like he couldn't believe I used cocaine - that I had some. Its good thing I did have some because I don't think he would have made it without getting high. As soon as we nosed up and the cocaine hit him, he stopped being hesitant and frightened. He grew more confident and sure of himself. In no time, he started coming on to me. Dancing is always a good icebreaker and he liked finally getting his hands on me. If he was embarrassed about having a hard on, he didn't show it. He pressed it against me proudly as he held me close and moved me around the room. He was so cute and so excited I wanted to eat him up - literally. Nobody's ever wanted me like Devon did. In an effort to share my excitement and desire with my husband, I maneuvered Devon close to the mirrors. I told him that dancing with him was really getting me hot. He said he was hot too and I told him I could tell, pressing myself even tighter against the rigid stiffness in his pants. I thought he was never going to feel me up so I french kissed him, and gave him plenty of tongue, flattening my breasts against his chest and moaning. I said I liked being touched and asked him if he wanted to touch me...to feel me up. He looked down at my breasts and hesitantly squeezed one, being careful not to offend me. I told him to do'em both, that I liked having my breasts touched. He started using both hands, pulling at my blouse, suddenly anxious to see'em. I helped him get my blouse out of the way and quickly removed my bra.

He stared at my bare breasts like he had never seen titties before. I told him to help himself and he warmed up to it quickly, fondling me and playing with my nipples like he wanted pull them off. He loved'em, loved touching'em, and, when I told him to suck'em, he tried to get them both in his mouth at once. I told him how to suck'em, what I liked and didn't like and, he worked on them patiently...for a long time, driving me crazy in the process. Then out of the blue, he asked me to show him my pussy, saying he'd never seen a white pussy before. Fighting off the urge to climax, I stepped back and raised my skirt, showing him my legs. Then I turned my back to him and pulled my panties down, exposing the creamy white cheeks of ass. I asked him if he liked my ass as I slipped my panties down and all the way off. "Yes Ma'am" he gushed, "I never saw an ass pretty as this." I let him explore my buttocks with his hands for awhile, then I turned around, giving him his first look at a white pussy. He almost came on himself as he felt me between my legs, stroking my pussy like he was petting a cat. He couldn't believe how soft my pubic hair was and how wet I was. He stroked my clit with his fingertips, making me hotter and hotter. I told him to take off his pants, that I wanted to see his black cock, that I wanted to touch it. I helped him with his jockeys and grabbed his dark cock as soon as it came free, delighted at how rigid and hard it was. It was almost like my husband's only darker and seeing my white fingers wrapped around it really turned Devon on. I knew it was turning my husband on too and I made sure he could see me playing with it. Devon watched me stroking his cock and looked in the mirrors, seeing multiple reflections and loving it.

You could have knocked me over with a feather when he asked me to suck it. It was the first aggressive thing he had done since we met. I smiled into the mirrors, teasing my watching husband as I sank to my knees. I held Devon's black dick tightly, kissing the velvety tip, tonguing the eye hole and tasting the bubble of pre cum that oozed from it. I told him his cock was beautiful, and asked him if he had ever thought about a white woman sucking it. "Lotsa times," he said but no one ever did." "Until now!" I whispered whorishly, slipping his brown cock in my mouth, slowly, watching myself in the mirror as I did it. The sight of his cock disappearing in my mouth made me so wet, juice was dripping onto my thighs. I thought about my husband on the other side of the glass, watching with me and started sucking Devon's cock faster, taking more and more in my mouth with every movement of my head. I should have expected it - did expect it, but his ejaculation still caught me by surprise. He didn't say anything, he just started shooting off. I was pulling back at the time and his cock slipped out of my mouth. The first two explosive spurts landed on my chin and neck before I could get his cock back in mouth, but once I did get it back in my mouth, I sucked his black dick as hard and fast as I could, trying to make his orgasm the best orgasm he ever had. Moaning, "...oh goddd...that's good" he trembled and shook with delight as I sucked his dick and swallowed his cum at the same time.

Like Tyrone, before him, Devon apologized for shooting off so quickly, but I told him not to be silly, saying "I got off too" as I cleaned his shriveling cock with my lips and tongue. I told him it wasn't too quick at all - that is was perfect! He agreed that it had indeed been perfect but he still regretted cumming so fast. I told him the best was yet to come and suggested we do a little more coke before going any further. Cutting out the lines gave us something to do and the pause was just what we needed. As soon as we finished inhaling the coke, I told him it I wanted to give him some white pussy, that I couldn't wait for him to fuck me, to feel his black dick inside my white pussy. I was really excited about being his first white woman and I wanted it to be something he'd never forget. I wanted him to remember it, and me, always. I took him over to the bed and told him to fuck me...that I wanted it more than anything. He laid down beside, playing with my tits and petting my pussy like he had before as we kissed and snuggled and got hot all over again. I played with his dick and watched it grow in my hands, stroking it up and down gently until it was so hard I couldn't bend it. With my encouragement, he started finger fucking my pussy, making me so wet and horny that I couldn't wait any longer. I spread my thighs and helped him get between my legs, telling him to fuck my white pussy, to make me cum like he did before.

The missionary position was perfect for a light, slender kid like him. I didn't have to support his weight or help him at all. I just laid back and told him to do it anyway he wanted to. I did help him guide his dick into me, but, once it was in, I lifted my legs and let him put it to me, cumming repeatedly as he pumped his rigid tool in and out as fast and hard as he could. I told him he was driving me crazy with that big black dick, that I loved it and hoped he would never stop fucking me. Every time I moaned and told him how good it was, he rammed it into me harder and faster, until his dick was just a blur between my legs. It went on and on and on until I thought he was never going to cum. Finally I started talking to him, asking him if the pussy was good, if he liked fucking me, if he liked me being white, if he wanted to fuck me again. He got so excited and fucked me so hard, his thrusts were making me sore despite the numbing cocaine, so I told him I wanted him to cum, that I wanted to feel him shooting off in my white pussy like he did it my mouth. He liked that and started sticking it all the way in with every thrust, eager to give me the cum I wanted. When I knew he was close, I grabbed his ass, moaning "Fuck me, baby ...fuck me good," I wanted to cum with him so I babbled obscenities non-stop, urging him on, begging him to give it to me. In my desperation to have his cum inside me, I accidently said the "n" word. At first I thought I offended him, but he wasn't offended. Hearing that word excited him, invigorated him. And, with me begging him not to stop, urging him to fuck my white pussy with his big, nigger dick, he pushed as far inside me as he could and started ejaculating like crazy. It was so gratifying that my own climax felt like the top of my head was coming off. It was the perfect ending to a perfect fuck and I'll never forget the satisfied smile on his young face as long as I live.

Needless to say, he finally stopped cumming. He had to, but not before I climaxed again. It was beautiful. When he stopped thrusting and spurting, I held him deep inside and covered his face with kisses. I told him how wonderful it was, how much I liked it and how happy I was that he picked me to be his first. I told him I would never forget being with him, that I would treasure the memory forever. When I told him I had to pick my husband up at the airport, he didn't want me to go. He said he wanted to fuck me all night! But I insisted so he reluctantly accepted it and prepared to leave. When he said he wanted to see me again, I took his number, promising to call him the next time I was in town. Of course, I didn't. I knew I was never going to see him again. But I didn't regret screwing him. I'll never regret screwing him. Devon was a great kid.

april_tate@yahoo.com

FREAKING - Part 7


With cocaine fueling my passion and providing the energy I needed to stay aroused and horny, I hurried off to keep my next "date", leaving Stan and his fantasies jabbering in the hotel suite. Henry was a sometime waiter and full time dining room supervisor at Bally's. I'd met him at brunch that morning. The diningroom was short handed and he filled in as my waiter. He was 25 yrs old, black as a moonless night, and so full of himself I thought he was gonna burst. With his sexy gold tooth flashing in the middle of his smile, he spent the entire meal flexing his large biceps and making witty innuendos and suggestive remarks about blacks and whites. He bragged about the sexual prowess of blacks and joked about their superior endowment. He was especially proud of his own. His ribald talk was meant to ruffle my interracial feathers. But, if he meant to embarrass me, he picked the wrong girl. I enjoyed his naughty banter more than anything else and I teased him as much as he tried to shock me. He persevered, hitting on me and hitting on me until I finally decided to add his name to my list of passengers. He was waiting in the lobby just like he said, smiling and flashing his gold tooth. When I told him I didn't have much time and suggested we go straight to my suite and get comfortable, it startled him so much, he lost his cocky bravado for a moment and stared at me in disbelief. Mr Cool was speechless! Having been on the defensive so much when we met earlier, I was delighted to have the upper hand for a change. He followed me upstairs, quiet and thoughtful, trying to figure out why I was surrendering without a fight...why I was making it so EASY. He was impressed with all the mirrors and the huge circular bed. He said the place was made for making love. I almost laughed in his face. Two strangers hopping it the sack for a little of the old in and out wasn't making love - it was just good old fashioned fucking.

When I asked if he wanted a drink first, he almost swallowed his gold tooth. He definitely wasn't expecting me to say it right out like that. As he gathered himself, I mixed us both a scotch, water and cocaine highball. He looked me up and down as we drank, smiling. "You have the kind of legs I like," he said. When I asked what kind of legs he was talking about, he smiled like the cat that ate the canary. "Feet on one end and ass on the other!," he replied, laughing at his own joke like it was the funniest thing he ever heard. Not to be outdone, I turned around and said, "Speaking of asses, what do you think of mine?" Then I lifted my skirt up around my waist. Even in panties, my ass is pretty impressive and he showed his appreciation by laughing again. "That's what I'm talking about, baby." he said. "Now shake the pretty white thing for me!" I did it without hesitation, rolling my hips and jiggling my buttocks as he whistled and hooted his approval. I dropped my skirt back down and handed him his drink. My aggressive taunting and obvious willingness to be intimate with him threw him off his game a little so he stayed silent as we downed the potent highballs. Inspired by the new dose of cocaine burning through my system, and already aroused by the thought of my husband watching my every move through the one way mirrors, I teased Henry even further, asking him if he liked my tits, if they were big enough for him.

Regaining his confidence, he quickly took advantage of the opening, saying he didn't know if they were big enough or not because he hadn't seen'em yet. Accepting the challenge, I immediately removed my top. The bra quickly followed and I stood bare chested before him, hefting the rounded white globes of my naked breasts with my hands, watching his reaction in the mirrors that surrounded us. He stared at my tits like a thirsty man staring at a pool of water. "I love big titties," he grinned, "especially big, white titties!" Then he surprised me again. Instead of just grabbing my naked breasts, he asked me if he could touch them. I definitely wanted him to touch'em. I had expected him to touch'em. But, I didn't expect him to ask for permission to touch'em. I moved forward, expanding my chest, pushing my breasts out proudly. "That's what they're for, silly!" I teased, getting hotter by the second. When he touched the white softness of my naked busom, I could see the bulge of his hidden cock rising in his pants. He was suddenly very aggressive, squeezing and hefting my tits confidently as he kissed the nipples and licked with his tongue. "Nice" he murmured softly, taking first one then other into his mouth. He sucked hard, teasing the nipples until they filled with blood and grew hard under his tongue. Then, as he kissed me with those sexy big lips of his, he dropped a hand to my crotch, groping between my legs. I accepted his darting tongue and snuggled closer as he lifted my skirt and pulled at my soaked panties. I think I shocked him again when I told him I wanted to see it...to see how big it was! He knew what I meant, but hadn't expected me to say it. He pressed his hands on either side of the bulge in his boxers, outlining it so I could see how big it was without actually seeing it. "That'll do," I said flippantly, rubbing it through the material of his boxers.

Then, with reckless abandon and whorish boldness, I reached into his fly, grabbing his cock with my hand. I looked at the one way glass as I pulled it out, hoping Stanley was as excited as I was. Henry's large cock was as dark and shiny as a column of polished ebony. It stick straight out from his body, as rigid and hard as a baseball bat. I stroked and squeezed it anxiously, eager to taste it, to have it in me. Responding to my desire, Henry laid back on the bed with his hands behind his head...waiting. His Nubian phallus was like a rigid flagpole between his legs and I just had to have it. I leaned over him and started kissing and licking the sheathed tip. I drew the skin back, stroking the shaft up and down slowly as I covered the head with my mouth and started sucking. I almost orgasmed as soon as my lips tightened around it. I worked up and down rapidly, lapping at the precum as I took him deep into the back of my throat. I could almost hear Stan behind the mirrors urging me to "Suck it!"...to suck that black dick!"

I was quickly overcome with the desire to have it inside me. I stopped sucking and straddled his hips, pulling my panties to the side, as I impaled myself on the rigid ebony stalk. "Easy, girl" he cautioned as I lowered myself down onto his upright shaft, "Don't hurt yourself," but I wasn't listening, I was too busy bouncing up and down on his thick cock, riding it like a woman possessed. He looked in the mirror, watching his dark dick appear and disappear in the tight pinkness of my enveloping pussy, "ooh-ing and ahh-ing" like he'd never had a white pussy on his cock before. I pushed down with my hips, taking him deeper and deeper until his stiff rod was completely lodged inside me, cumming sharply when our pubics met and I knew I had it all. "Ride it, baby" he urged, pawing at my undulating ass and lifting off the bed in his eagerness to get even further inside me. My rounded buttocks looked even whiter than they were as I undulated up and down on his big, black fuck pole. I could see it from every angle in the mirrors, and I knew my husband could see it, too. I knew he was back there watching and, I would have bet anybody anything that he was jerking off as he watched me fucking Henry's black cock. I silently hoped he was ejaculating because I was cumming like crazy.

Captivated by the reflections of my sexy white ass moving up and down on top of him, and, the rhythmic contractions of my vaginal muscles, Henry couldn't avoid his impending orgasm. When it arrived, he told me he was cumming, grabbing at my ass as he stiffened under me. I collapsed on his rigid cock, forcing it as far into me as I could just as he started to ejaculate. I cried out with pleasure as I felt his warm semen bathing the depths of my quivering love box. I love it when a guy cums in my pussy like that. I trembled and quaked with sensual delight, clinging to Henry like a flea on a dog's back, grinding my ass against his pubics, while I urged him to give it to me...to give it all to me! Orgasms are my favorite thing in life and the one Henry and I shared was as good as any I had that night, or any other night. I kept riding his black cock even after he'd stopped spurting, wanting the feeling to go on forever! When I dismounted, explaining about the time and telling him he had to go, Henry was miffed. He wanted to fuck me again. Seems everybody wanted to fuck me again that night. And, Henry wouldn't take "no" for an answer. He rolled over between my legs and held me down as his re-hardening cock unerringly found its way into my cum soaked pussy hole. Despite my half hearted protests, his ardor excited me and my resistance quickly faded as his thick cock swelled back to full hardness inside me. Crushing me into the mattress with his weight, he pounded my pussy relentlessly, stabbing deep again and again, ignoring my wincing moans of discomfort in his haste to get what he wanted. "Gimme that pussy, bitch!" he snarled, thrusting harder and harder. "Move that white ass and get this dick! Get all this black dick!" His dominating attitude and my heightened sexual state made resistance impossible. I couldn't have stopped him even if I had wanted to - which I didn't. The cocaine had me so fired up that even his semi-rape didn't offend me. It re-ignited the passion inside me and before I knew what was happening I was fucking him back, totally involved and eagerly searching for another climax. I felt it building up inside me and panted,. "Fuck me then", tossing my head from side to side and lifting my hips. "Fuck me harder. Rape me! Rape my white pussy!"

When I felt his fingers digging into the cheeks of my ass and his thighs stiffening, I found the climax I was looking for, writhing uncontrollably as his deeply embedded fuckpole jerked and twitched and spurted inside me. I moaned, "Yes Yes Yes" as he emptied his balls inside me again, loving every spurt. I was still trembling when he pulled out, watching his semen leak out of my stretched, battered pussy hole onto the mattress under my white, freshly fucked ass in the mirrors by the bed. "Now you can go do whatever it is you gotta do" he said, dismissing me completely as he gathered up his things. He left me naked and exhausted on the bed, my legs still spread eagled, with his cum still seeping out of my pussy.

When my husband opened the connecting door, his limp cock still dripping with his own cum as he approached the bed, he was ecstatic. "That's what I call getting fucked, honey" he said. "I thought he was gonna ram that black dick all the way through you." As he helped me recover my senses, he grinned at me happily, saying "He just held you down and took the pussy, didn't he,baby?" I nodded agreement, staring at his cummy cock, smiling, as I remembered. "He raped me good" I said. "He just took what he wanted and I couldn't do anything about it." Stan knew I liked it (I always do) but, he asked me anyway. "Did I like it?," I said, repeating his question. "Your damn right I liked it" I said. "You saw me cumming, didn't you?" When he didn't answer, I continued, watching his cock rise with excitement. "I fucking loved it, honey! I'm getting excited again just thinking about it!" Hefting his brand new stiffy and staring at my pussy like he wanted to fuck me, too, Stan said, "He really put it to you, didn't he? Fucked you like he owned you...like you belonged to him..." We both knew where all the sexy talk was leading, but, unfortunately, there wasn't time for any hanky-panky. I was already late for the next guy and I hadn't even showered yet. I asked him how he liked it so far and he started stroking his cock like a teenager. "All aboard the fuck train" he grinned as he watched my naked ass disappear into the bathroom.

april_tate@yahoo.com

MY FIRST BLACK MAN


A little about my husband and myself. We are a happily married white couple, both professional people. I am 42, 5 7, 117 lbs with very long slender legs and long long hair. My pussy is mostly shaved, just the "runway" look left.

After we were first married, my husband started talking about a fantasy he had about me being with another man. At first, I was terrified that he wanted that so he could be with another woman. After being assured that was not the case, and trying to understand what excited him about it, we discussed what I thought about being with a black man. Being a southern girl, the only experience I had ever had was seeing an erection through the jeans of a high school boy in my Drivers Ed course. I must admit the thought of a black man taking me sexually became more and more exciting.

We soon started looking at ads and pictures in Dark Cavern, and set up a yahoo messenger account. Perhaps my nickname of Curiousrose drew some attention, as I was soon being hit on by quite a few men. My profile indicated I was curious about being with a black man, so most of my hits were from them. Then, Jay appeared on the messenger. He said he was 37, single, and lived about 90 minutes from us. Jay's ex girlfriend was white and he wanted another white woman. He knew I was married, and that my husband approved of what we wanted to do, and understood my husband's desire for pictures and video if it ever came to a sexual meeting. After about 30 days of chat and phone calls, we agreed to meet at a nice bar in the city he lived.

For the occasion, I wore a short skirt, high heels, nice blouse and my usual thong panties. Jay arrived right on time, dressed very nicely and was very very handsome. We were sitting in a booth and he slid in beside me with hubby on the other side. After some nervous chit chat and a couple of drinks, we had to leave for another meeting so Jay walked out to our car with us. My husband wanted me to change into my other clothes in Jay's car, but I wasn't ready for that...not yet...My husband did get a picture of Jay and me by our car, and he gave me a nice hug as he left.

We kept in touch by messenger and phone and got to know each other much better. Jay told me he had 11 inches of black cock whenever I wanted it. Since I had only been with three other men besides my husband and none of them were that large, the thought scared me a bit. Jay sent me a couple of pictures of himself and his ex-girlfriend(white) and after I saw his cock, I became a believer that he really did have 11 inches...Besides being even more nervous, I also became more curious, as did my husband. Jay and I flirted on the phone and found out we both like the same things sexually, such as lots of foreplay, kissing, candles, soft music, and lots of oral sex. I have to admit our phone calls became an exciting part of my curiosity, and life. Before long, we had agreed to meet for lunch in a town half way between us. My husband said OK, but was a little disappointed that he could not be there and also a little fearful since I had not been with Jay alone. After assuring him it was only for lunch and that I would keep in contact by cell phone, he agreed to my going alone. In fact, it turned him on that I would line up my own date!!!

That day I again wore a short short skirt, heels, thong panties, and a skimpy blouse. Before leaving my husband took some pictures for our own memories. When I arrived at the restaurant we were to meet at, Jay was no where around. I called him on my cell phone, and found out he was across the street and had seen me pull in. He was hesitant to come inside with me for fear someone I knew would be there. This irritated me and I insisted he come over and meet me. When he pulled in beside me, I got inside his car. Laughing, he told me he had such an erection it embarrassed him to walk into the restaurant. When I looked down at his jeans, I understood what he was saying, as his cock was swollen and making a huge bulge in his jeans. Jay pulled me to him and attempted to kiss me. At first, I pulled back but once our lips met I could feel the excitement growing in me. His lips were so soft and I soon found my tongue inside his mouth meeting his. The longer we kissed, the wetter I could feel my panties getting. His hand reached for my leg and his long soft fingers began running up and down it.

It felt so exciting to be with him and I loved his tenderness. As we continued to kiss and hug, his hand reached further up my leg and he commented on how silky smooth my legs were. I could feel the wetness in my panties, and turned sideways in the seat making it easier for him to feel me. His hand slid further up my legs, his fingers slid inside my panties and pushed slightly into my wet hot pussy. Withdrawing his finger, he put it to his mouth and tasted my juices, commenting on how tasty it was. I became more and more excited as he asked me if I wanted to touch his cock. It didn't take me long to unbuckle his jeans and unzip them. My hand slid down inside his boxers and I felt my first black cock. Sliding it out, it was obvious he was not lying about 11 inches. His cock was massive and throbbing. I couldn't help but stare at it and gently stroke it. It looked beautiful in my small white hand with my wedding ring sparkling next to it. Wanting to taste it, my head lowered and I licked the tip gently, feeling and tasting the precum. Wow....what a feeling it was.. I guess it was then I realized I needed to feel him inside me.

Since I needed to get back, I took a picture of us kissing with my camera phone so I could show my husband. Jay and I agreed to meet again soon, both knowing that we wanted to explore each other further. As I left, I called my husband and told him all was well, and that we would talk when I got home.

The next time Jay and I met, it was in our home. That will be my next true story. If any ladies want to contact me about being with a black man, write me. I promise you it has been wonderful and you need to try it.

curiousrose42@yahoo.com

ATTACKED IN THE WOODS


If you've ever heard the saying "into each life some rain must fall" you'll know exactly how I felt about what happened to me and my young lover, David last weekend. David was calmly watching me pull up my panties and shorts, glowing with satisfaction, celebrating what he thought was his right of passage, when we heard the voices. Two middle aged black men emerged from the trees on the other side of the path, They were both fondling themselves, bright eyed with liquor and obviously drunk. The big one slapped David on the back. "Good job, boy! You tore that old white pussy up!" The smaller agreed with his friend. "Yeah - he really fucked the shit out of her, didn't he?" David was embarrassed, frightened and angry at the same time. But the youngster had heart. "Show some respect, man," he bristled, staring at them angrily. "She's my girlfriend!" They both laughed like it was the funniest thing they ever heard. "Your girlfriend, my ass" the big one said. "She looks more like your mother!"

Trying to prevent David from starting something he couldn't finish and didn't understand, I stepped back onto the path, asking them what they wanted - why they were bothering us. "We want some of that pussy,too, grandma" the smaller one said. "watching young blood hit it makes me wanna hit it myself." "Yeah" the big one agreed, "And the way you was squirming and cumming every time that black dick hit you, I know damn well you liked it" He met my eyes, smiling wickedly. "I bet you want some more of it,too, don't you, sweet pants?" Knowing in my heart it wouldn't work, I tried the bluff anyway. "Kiss my ass" I snapped, "You're drunk - both of you. Now leave us alone and get the hell out of here before I call the police!" The big one grabbed David by the neck, cutting off his air "Settle down, brother," he warned. "If you don't start no shit, there won't be no shit!" The smaller one moved up beside me, patting me on the rear as he said he'd be proud to kiss a big, pretty white ass like mine. I told the big one to let David go, that he was just a kid, not to hurt him. I ignored the little one's hands as he continued to fondle and squeeze the cheeks of my ass, urging the big one to please release David before he choked him to death.

"You gonna take care of business if I do?" he asked. I nodded, saying "I know what you want - now, let him go!" When the big guy released his neck, David stumbled and almost fell, gasping for air, his face flushed and frightened like he had never been frightened before. "Go, David" I urged him, "Go back to the car. Don't call anybody! Don't do anything! Just wait for me. I'll take care of this." "Now hold on" the big one said. "He ain't going nowhere. He's staying right here...unless he wants to get busted up that is." The little one hands moved around to the front of my shorts, touching me between the legs. He started rubbing my crotch, pressing his hard on against my hip as he fondled me. "Let me bust his ass up, Al" he pleaded, "I don't like the little bastard anyway!" I locked eyes with the big one again, assuring him there was no need to bust anyone up, that David and I both would do exactly what they said.

He grinned, "Now that's real sensible," he said, adding that he liked me, that I was smarter than I looked. I smiled again, promising I wouldn't make any trouble as long as they didn't hurt David. To emphasize my willingness to cooperate, I moved my legs apart so the small one could explore crotch more freely. "I knew you liked it, granny" the big one said, winking at his friend. "I told you she'd be hot for some more black meat! I knew by the way she moved her old ass!" Still ignoring the little ones drunken pawing, I asked the big one if we had a deal. He nodded, telling David if he moved from the spot where he was standing, he would hurt him real bad. I quickly told David to do as he said, that everything would be all right. I breathed a sigh of relief when he agreed to obey them, praying that he wouldn't do anything brave or stupid and get us both injured or maybe even killed.

The big one joined his hand-happy friend, jerking my halter down, exposing my breasts. "Not bad" he said, staring at the damaged breast as he fondled the other. "Cancer?" he asked, tracing his finger along the scar. I nodded, saying nothing. "You didn't lose much" he said hefting the breast, "They did a good job. I've seen worse tits" It was his idea of a compliment, I suppose, but I liked the absence of hostility in his tone, thinking that maybe I could fuck my way out of this after all.

They ushered me across the path, back between the same two trees where they had watched me and David making out, where David wouldn't be able to see us without moving and they could see him all the time. "Just how cooperative you gonna be?" the little one, asked, unzipping his pants. "Keep an eye on the boy" the big one said, pushing his friend aside. "I think she wants to show me first, don't you, grandma?" I shivered with fear when the big one unzipped his pants. I'd never actually been raped before. I had experienced a few fantasy rapes, and the sensation of being forced had been extrememly arousing at the time, but, this was no fantasy. This was the real thing. These two drunk bastards were capable of anything, and, I was a lot more frightened that I was excited - that's for sure.

Big boy hauled out what some would call a monster cock. It was thick as my wrist, maybe even thicker, and stiff as concrete post. Despite my fear and revulsion, I was impressed. It was quite a dick. "I heard telling your "boyfriend" how much you liked that black cock of his" Big boy said, "Whadda you think of this one?" I didn't say anything. I just put my hand around it, letting him see how white my fingers looked against the blackness. His cock was dense and heavy like one of those big salamis they sell at the market, more like a slab of meat than a penis. But it was hard and black, and he was really impatient. "Suck it, baby" he demanded. "Suck it good or I'll make your boyfriend suck it!" I didn't want anything like that to happen to David, so I obediently stretched my lips around his huge rod and started sucking. His cock was big and he smelled rank, but I couldn't stop the familiar butterflies of desire that always danced in my belly when I sucked a black cock. It was a strange combination of feelings. I hated him, but, at the same time, I liked his huge cock. It felt so big in my mouth, so powerful. Sucking black dicks always makes me hot anyway and even though I had no choice about it, I started getting wet between my legs. As I laved him with my tongue and sucked him deep into my mouth, I couldn't help wondering how it was gonna feel when he fucked me.

I sucked his dick with all the enthusiasm I could muster under the circumstances, taking it as deep as I could without choking. It was so big around my teeth scraped against the shaft every time I moved my head. He liked the added stimulation my nipping teeth gave him and told me I was doing good, real good. Then he told me to suck faster and harder - to show him how much I liked it. I did the best I could but his dick was too big to deep throat. I couldn't get it past the back of my mouth. Ever time I tried, I gagged and had to back off. Before I knew it, what I thought was pre-coital foreplay turned into an all or nothing blow job. He grabbed my bobbing head, spewing thick gobs of sticky cum into my mouth and throat as he shouted "I'm cumming, baby. Don't stop! Don't stop!"

I felt like the guy in that joke that gets hit by a car and after the car hits him, the driver yells "look out!" He picks his head up off the street and says "What's the matter you coming back!" The big guy's belated warning that he was cumming made me feel the same way. I wondered if he was going to cum again as I swallowed his load, trying to maintain suction at the same time. But, he was cumming so much and so fast, I couldn't keep up. I gagged, cum starting to dribble out of my mouth and down my chin as I struggled to swallow and breathe at the same time. I pulled back to avoid choking and the last blast hit me flush in the face, splattering my nose, eyes and both cheeks. It was my first facial and I didn't like it much. It burned my eyes and stuck my eyelids together like glue.

As he withdrew his spent organ from my mouth, he said he was sorry for shooting off on my face, but if I had swallowed faster and hadn't choked...etc. etc. I cleaned myself up with my halter, wiping his goo outta my eyes and off my face while he shoved his deflated cock back in his pants and switched places with his friend. The smaller one had watched the whole thing. His dark cock was already out as he approached me. It was smaller than the big guy's, easier to manage and I sucked it into my mouth without any difficulty, rationalizing that a couple blow jobs was a small price to pay considering the circumstances.

Unfortunately, that was wishful thinking. I was just beginning to get into a rhythm when he said that was enough, pulling his rigid cock out of my mouth. He obviously wanted more than a simple blow job. When he ordered me to lose the shorts, I knew he wanted to fuck me, so I removed my soaked panties at the same time. Naked from the waist down with my tits hanging out under the pulled up halter, I endured his fondling hands and laid down in the soft underbrush, spreading my legs. He didn't like the wrinkled skin on my stomach and told me doggie style was better, that he liked looking at a woman's ass when he fucked her. I obediently got on all fours in front of him. The big guy was watching us intently and I looked straight at him as his repulsive little friend entered me from behind.

As susceptible as I am to the stimulation of a black dick, I didn't feel much of anything as the small one rammed his stiff fuck pole into my vagina. I just took it and kept on taking it, waiting for him to shoot off, for the whole thing to be over. I've always been aroused by the feeling of hard dick going in and out of my pussy, and, I love the titillating sound of flesh meeting flesh, but with him, it wasn't the same. The steady slap, slap, slap of his hips hitting my buttocks as he hammered into me was neutral, evoking no feelings of excitation at all. I liked the sound, but not enough to get involved. Basically, I just let him fuck me, accepting his cock with apathetic indifference until he finally stiffened and started cumming. He didn't say a word the whole time and I didn't either. When he was finished, I got up and pulled my shorts and panties back on. When the big guy returned, I asked him if we could go now. He rubbed his crotch showing me that he was hard again. "Watching Jim dig in that old pussy made me want to dig in it too," he said. "Shuck them drawers again and lets see if you can take what I got." I knew I could even though it was monstrous. I had taken big dicks before. But I didn't like undressing again. If they kept this up, I'd be stuck with them the whole damn day.

When he got me down and spread my legs, I was surprised at how much it hurt when he tried to enter me. I was dry but not that dry. Still, he couldn't get it in without hurting me. I yelped in pain and tried to push him away, saying I was too dry and he was too BIG! Finally, he gave up and laid down on his back. He told me to get on top that it would be easier that way. It wasn't easy even then, but I did manage to take it in that way. He played with my ass and told to "ride him hard - to take it all!" I did take it all but it took awhile. Thankfully, as my bruised and battered pussy adjusted to the thickness of his cock, I started to loosen up and finally managed to take every inch of his huge black cock like he wanted me to. I actually started to like it a little, impaling myself on it enthusiastically, enjoying the pressure and the fullness that I felt every time I took the whole thing.

Even though I had no intention of doing so, I ended having an orgasm as I rocked up and down on his huge cock. With my ass turned toward him, I didn't have to look at him while I fucked him so my orgasm was understandable considering the size of his cock. I guess it was just too much dick for my little vagina to ignore. He didn't see me getting off and I didn't tell him about it. I just grabbed what pleasure I could and considered my climax a well earned reward for enduring what they were putting me (and David) through. When he stiffened under me and started cumming, I felt more relief than anything else. I quickly slid off of him and reached for my shorts.

Fortunately, that was the end of it. They grew leery of being discovered now that others were starting to use the path, and, after threatening to hunt us both down and kill us if we called the police, they disappeared as quickly as they had come. The trauma of being forced to stand helplessly by as they used and abused me was too much for David. Our brief romance didn't work out at all after that day in the woods. I suppose being with me after that only reminded him of his inability to protect me when the chips were down. I tried to make him see that it wasn't his fault, that there was nothing he could have done, but the guilt and shame ate away at him until we had to call it quits. Thats too bad, too because he was really a nice young man. I'm going to miss him a lot.

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FREAKING - Part 6


Greg was a bellman at the Sands, but his job title wasn't what impressed me - it was his demeanor. He was a consummate gentleman with a compelling personality, an abundance of sex appeal, and the swaggering confidence of a man who knows what life is and how to live it. He was rugged and handsome, with large flirty eyes that suggested all things he would never say out loud. He was about 35 or 36 years old, married (though he said he wasn't), and a master in the forgotten art sexual seduction. He had thick, soft, pouting lips, perfect teeth, and a flawless complexion. His rich mahogany skin was unblemished and unscarred. He was SEXY! And, when he asked for my assistance in the apparel shop, I was more than happy to help him - delighted even. Of course, he needed my help like he needed a hole in the head. What he really needed, what I knew he wanted from the moment he spoke to me, was an opportunity to stick his black dick in my anxious white pussy. And, since I was in the market for a tall, dark stranger myself, at the time, it turned out be his lucky day. As we discussed the color coordinating attributes of various ties, he devoured me with his eyes. But, he did it without leering or being offensive, occasionally brushing against me as we talked. His cologne was expensive and his suit was tailored Armani. He spoke excellent English with a slight Jamaican accent and he said all the right things. His approach was smooth and practiced, so the "seduction" only took about 15 minutes. He was a real charmer. I almost felt guilty about adding him to my train passenger list, because he would have been appealing to me anytime, anyplace, anywhere.

As agreed, he was waiting for me in the lobby of the Sand's at 4:00 pm and I had little trouble luring him back to the hotel. Having never been in one, he was anxious to see what the luxury suites looked like. He was attentive and complimentary, praising my looks, saying how much he admired women who took good care of themselves. He said I was even more beautiful and sexy than I had been in the apparel shop earlier, really laying it on thick with little or no idea that I was seducing him as much as he was seducing me. His accidental brushes against me sent shivers up my spine. I knew he was going to be delightful in bed. He just had that look about him. He liked the mirrors all around and inspected them carefully. He enjoyed looking at me in them from the start. I could tell he was thinking about how I would look in front of all those mirrors...naked and moaning...with his black dick buried in my white pussy. He was a little surprised but mostly pleased when I suggested we do a line of cocaine to help us relax. He said he liked cocaine, thought it was a terrific social ice-breaker. He also said it made him horny. I knew Stan's cock was hard behind those mirrors as he watched us. He knew what this suave black gentleman was after and he also so how anxious and eager I was to give it to him. I put on some sensual mood music after we nosed up, and Greg politely asked me if my dance card was full. I melted into his arms like I had wanted to when I first saw him, snuggling close, pressing myself against his chest. He smelled sexy and danced devinely, twirling me around the room with the agility and grace of a professional. I leaned back in his arms, staring up into those liquid brown eyes of his. I could see he wanted me and the cocaine had me reeling with desire for him. I wanted him to know I felt the same way he did, so I batted my eyes, licked my lips and flipped my hair as we danced, practically begging him to kiss me - to make love to me. Instead of kissing and ravaging me, he asked me where my husband was. I begged his pardon and he said he was just wondering why my husband wasn't there with me. I told him Stan was working, which wasn't a total lie because I felt sure he was working behind the mirrors... working on his big boner and watching us dance and flirt right in front of him.

As if reading my mind, Greg whispered in my ear. "Some of these mirrors are one way mirrors aren't they?" When he saw the startled, guilty look in my eyes, he leaned in closer, whispering even softer than before "Your husband likes to watch, doesn't he?" I blushed, embarrassed, avoiding his eyes. But, he made me look at him, and, when I did, he knew! But he wasn't angry and didn't feel betrayed or used. He seemed perfectly okay with, nuzzling my neck as he whispered again. "Maybe we should give him something to look at, huh?" he said, cupping my buttocks with his strong hands as he kissed me full on the mouth. He hefted and massaged the cheeks of my trembling ass gently, enjoying the spongey muscled softness as he slipped his thick tongue between my parted lips. He pressed his growing erection against me, rubbing it back and forth to the music. Then, he broke the kiss, speaking loud so anyone eavesdropping would hear, "Does your husband know you like black men - that you entertain them when he's not around?" I blushed, playing the game with him, knowing that kind of talk was driving my husband wild behind the mirrors. "No, he doesn't" I stammered convincingly, "He would be mortified if he knew!" Greg responded my putting his hand under my skirt. "Then we better not tell him," he said, rubbing my pussy through the crotch of my already soaked panties.

He started kissing my ears and down the sides of my neck as if knowing how much neck kissing aroused me. "Have you ever done this before?" he asked, nuzzling my throat and squeezing my breasts. "Of course," I said, leaning back so he could open my blouse. "Why do you think I invited you up here?" The front snap bra made it easy for him to free my breasts and as he fondled my bare flesh, he asked me why - why I'd invited him. I nibbled his ear, whispering so Stan couldn't hear, "I invited you so my husband could jerk off and watch you fuck my brains out," I said, rubbing my hips against him suggestively. Then out loud, I said, "I invited you because I adore handsome, sexy black men who hit on me in public places." He turned me in his arms, pressing the hardness of his erection against the soft cheeks of my ass as he slipped his hands down the front of my panties. "I'd hit on you anywhere." he said, rubbing my pubic hair and teasing my throbbing clit with his fingertips.Turning the tables, I leaned back into his stiff cock, wiggling my ass provocatively as I asked him why - why he had hit on me in the apparel shop. "Because you're sexy and white" he replied, teasing the lips of my pussy with his fingers. "You're horny and hot and there's nothing I like better than fucking white women" he continued, . adding, more for my watching husband than anything else, that he thought white pussy was the best pussy in the whole world! That did it. Hearing him say it drove me crazy. I couldn't wait to get his clothes off. As soon as his rigid ebony cock leaped out of his boxers, I grabbed it with both hands, thrilled by its length and its hardness. It was like a steel beam in my hands. "I knew you had a big cock," I moaned whorishly, stroking his big rod like the whore I was/am. "Black men always have big cocks" I added, taunting my watching husband and stoking Greg's desire at the same time. "Have you ever sucked a black dick?" he taunted, pushing me to my knees. "What do you think?" I replied, brazenly as I covered his big black dick with kisses, licking the bubble of precum from the tip before I covered it with my mouth and started sucking. He caught his breath sharply as I worked my magic with my lips and tongue. "That's it, white girl...that's it!" he groaned, moving his hips, urging me to take it all the way in. "Your husband isn't going to like this," he teased. "At least, not as much as I do" Then he grabbed my bobbing head and took control, rocking his hips back and forth, pushing his throbbing cock in and out of my mouth like he was fucking me. He face-fucked me like a man possessed, forcing his big cock deep into my throat. I glanced in the mirrors, watching myself...watching him pump his black dick in and out. I looked naughty and whorish on my knees like that with his black "nigger" cock buried deep in my mouth. Seeing it made me so hot I felt the beginnings of a climax stirring in the depths of my soaked vagina. I wondered if my husband was as turned on as I was, if he felt the same cravings, the same wanton desire. I surrendered, sucking furiously as I urged him to fuck me like I wanted him to...needed him to.

Without warning, he pulled out, so quickly there was a loud "pop" as his big rod left my mouth. He lifted me in his arms like I weighed nothing and threw me down on the bed. My legs sprang apart automatically as I panted with anticipation, anxious for him to mount me, to feel his hardness inside me. What I felt was his breath on my inner thighs as he lowered his head and started kissing my pussy. He used his hands and his tongue in unison, teasing my clit, driving me wild with desire. I climaxed hard as his tongue found my pussy lips and slipped into my hot vagina. He licked and tongued me for what seemed like hours, eating my pussy like no one ever did before. I wrapped my thighs over his shoulders, gripping his head with my knees as I lifted my ass off the mattress and pushed my quivering bush against his probing tongue. I stiffened, climaxing again as he curled his tongue and probed even deeper inside me, nipping at my pubic hair with his teeth and fingering my clit at the same time. The fingers of his free hand found my buttocks and slipped into the crevice between, brushing my puckered anus repeatedly as I orgasmed again and again.

Breathless and panting, I pushed him away, unable to bear the exquisite pleasure of his probing tongue any longer. "Fuck me!" I shouted, helping him set himself between my upraised legs. "I want your cock! I want your cock!" With one vicious, penetrating thrust of his hips, Greg buried his black cock all the way to the balls, sending me spiraling into another bone rattling series of orgasms the likes of which I can't even begin to describe. How is it a horny black man can make me cum like that?, I wondered, as he began putting it to me with piston-like precision, eagerly racing to his own orgasm. "Gimme that cum...Gimme that black cum!," I shouted, glancing at the mirrors where my husband was. I knew he was cummming behind that glass and knowing it made my own climax even better. I thrashed about beneath Greg, writhing wildly in orgasmic delight as he emptied his balls deep into the firey furnace of my gyrating vagina. It was the kind of gratifying release that has become commonplace when I'm fucking black guys. I'm not sure why but something special always seems to happen when the cock I've got on me is as big, as hard and as black as Greg's was. I was in black cock heaven after that.

I knew once was not enough - that Greg wanted more, but I also had a schedule of sorts and the "train" wasn't even close to being over. I expressed my regrets, telling Greg I was sorry but I had somewhere I had to be, promising to spend a whole weekend with him the next time I was in town. He didn't like it but what could he do? Better to wait for another time than to piss me off and never see me again. Obviously disappointed, he accepted my explanation, got dressed, kissed me long and hard and then he left. Stan was in the room before the door finished closing, grinning from ear to ear. "Did you hear the way he talked about me?" he babbled happily. "I bet he woulda shit a brick if he knew I was watching him the whole time!" I didn't have the heart to tell him that Greg did know, that he was just showing off and teasing him. Instead I told him I had to clean up and get ready for the next one.

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