I am a thirty-two-year-old mother of two, and for years I have been reading the letters in your magazine. I’ve developed a particular interest in letters from white girls who have had black lovers. When I mentioned this to my husband, he seemed to get very excited at the idea. In fact, that night he made love to me more vigorously than ever.
After that, whenever a letter of that sort appeared in your magazine, Dave read it out loud to me. One day, Dave said that there was a black guy at work who was always talking about how well-hung he is. Dave also said that the guy kept boasting about all his amorous escapades. Then he asked if I was seriously interested in having sex with a black man. Figuring it would never happen anyway, I said I was interested.
Not long afterward, on a Friday night, while Dave was out drinking after work, he gave me a call. He told me to get dolled up because he was bringing home a surprise. I guessed what the surprise would be, and I turned to jelly. I barely managed to put on my nice white negligee and fix myself a drink. By the time Dave arrived, I was finishing my second drink. He walked into the living room with a handsome, well-built black man. Dave, who’d obviously had quite a few drinks, introduced him as Bill. After I’d gotten them each a beer and turned on some music, we sat around and made small talk-until Dave said that this was my night, and that he was just going to sit back and watch me enjoy myself.
At that, Bill put his beer down and asked me to dance. He held me close. I felt his large cock through his pants. After the dance, he kissed me on the neck and I went limp. When he asked if I wanted to feel his “pleasure machine,” I reached down and couldn’t believe how big it was. He then asked me to undress him so I could see it in all its glory.
I took his shirt off and then lowered his pants and undershorts until he stepped out of them. I gasped at the size of his chocolate-brown cock. It must have hung eight inches down between his legs. He sat on a chair and asked me to strip for him. I slowly removed my negligee and stood there in front of him. He told me how nice it would be to have my beautiful lips on his prick. My husband was just staring in silence, a smile on his face.
I knelt in front of Bill, took his cock in my hands and worked a few inches of it into my mouth. I was amazed to feel it grow even bigger in my mouth. It did not get as stiff and rigid as Dave’s does, but it was solid and stood away from his body. He told me that it was ten inches long when totally erect. It wasn’t until I took it out of my mouth and looked at it that I knew he wasn’t exaggerating.
I don’t know if it was the size of it or the novelty of the situation, but I was unbelievably hot and excited, licking his shaft and balls all over. He let me keep this up for several minutes before gently stopping me. Promising me a fuck I’d never forget, he had me stand up, turn around, and then squat over his enormous prick, which he held pointing up at my open cunt. Then he pulled me back and down on his standing part. I don’t know how far in me it was, but I felt more full of man-meat than ever in my life.
Bill pushed me up and down a few times, and then said, “Congratulations, baby. You’ve got half of it in you now.” I couldn’t believe there was still more cock to come, and I wondered how I’d be able to take it all. Bill pulled me harder against him and opened my legs wider. Before I could stop him, his ebony sword was in me to the hilt. The next thing I knew, we were in bed and Bill was pounding his monster cock in and out of me. Dave just sat on the edge of the mattress, silently watching.
Bill must have lasted for half an hour, every second of which was like an eternity of bliss. When he finally came, he held his prick all the way in until every drop of his load was spent. When he pulled out, I felt drained. Bill and Dave then went off together for a beer, and I just lay there. About fifteen minutes later, they returned and Bill asked if I was ready. “Ready for what?” I asked. He explained that it was his turn to lie back and my turn to do the work. Having said that, he put his prick in my mouth again. As soon as it was hard, he lay down and told me to climb on and ride his “black beauty.” When I got on top of him, I was surprised at how much easier his penis slipped into me this time. I must have ridden him for forty-five minutes, and I loved every moment of it. Boy, was I hooked on Bill’s black beauty. But he left after that. I fucked two more times that night, but Dave’s familiar white cock seemed tame in comparison.
A few weeks later, while Dave was away for the weekend, Bill telephoned. He said he could promise me a night I would never forget. Eager as a young girl, I went over to his apartment. All I could think of was that big black cock of his. When I got there, he offered me a drink and we danced and caressed. We smoked a couple of joints, which left me just floating. At Bill’s request, I went into the next room and changed. When I came back out, two other black men were there with Bill. When I looked puzzled, Bill said, “Remember, I promised a night you would always remember!” Then he took me in his arms and kissed me. When I told him I’d do whatever he wanted, he passed me to the other two guys, and they kissed and fondled me.
When they saw that I was sufficiently aroused, they asked me to strip. As soon as I was naked, they took off their clothes and sat down. Bill suggested that I should start by giving them each a blowjob. I could hardly contain my excitement when I saw the size of their cocks. Although Bill’s was the largest, the other two weren’t much smaller. Jim’s was about eight inches in length. Nate’s was a little longer, but uncircumcised and strangely shaped. In fact, it was unattractive and somewhat of a turn-off.
After I had blown each of them, they took turns eating me out. When each had had a turn tonguing my pussy, they each took a turn fucking me. Wow. I was in heaven. Each of their cocks filled me to the brim. Nate, who was last, felt different in my cunt because of the shape of his tool.
After all three of them had come, I could hardly move. But I was one happy woman when Bill took me home later that night. Dave has never found out about that night, but he still talks about having Bill visit us again sometime. Like Bill promised, it was indeed a night that I’ll always remember. Name and address withheld