I recently had an exciting adventure that I would like to share with the readers of your magazine.
I have been married now for five years. My wife and I have a very erotic love life. We are into a lot of sucking and fucking. I’m now incarcerated in the Utah State Prison for selling cocaine—some of the same coke we used to use in our lovemaking. But let me get on with the story instead of boring you with my troubled life.
A young black lady—we’ll call her Miss G.—wouldn’t give me a direct hint that she wanted to get me into bed. Instead she kept telling my partner, “I’ll bet he’s afraid of blacks.” My partner told her, “Mr. D. ain’t afraid of anything.” This went on for about eight months. Then one evening while my wife was at a party, Miss G. came to our place and asked if we could talk. I said, “Sure. Please come in.” She was tipsy on rum and she showed it. As we stood in my kitchen making small talk, I asked if she wanted a drink. She replied, “Anything will do,” and seated herself on my love seat with her legs open. Her jeans were so tight I thought they would split.
After a few minutes, Miss G. said, “Mr. D., why don’t you ever come on to me like you do to them white girls?” My mouth hit the floor. I didn’t know if she was joking or not, but she kept at it. Finally I told her, “Maybe you just haven’t noticed the right things.” She said, “Should we make a date—or do it right now?” I replied, “My wife will be home in half an hour, but I’m free Thursday.” She said, “Fine,” and we agreed on a time to meet.
Thursday came and off I went. When I got to her place she was sitting in the setting sun, exquisitely dressed. Her tits stuck out like mountains in her see-through blouse. She got into my sports car and away we sped. At first I was a little afraid. I’d never been out with a black lady and I didn’t know where to take her. I asked, “Will a motel do?” She replied, “That sounds good.”
When we got into a room she began taking off my clothes and I started taking off hers. She immediately went down on my cock, taking about half of it into her mouth. She motioned me to the bed, where she really started sucking. I started to reach a climax—but then she stopped and removed her mouth from my cock. I tried to position her head back in front of my cock again, but she wouldn’t open her mouth. I asked what the problem was and she replied, “You don’t get something for nothing.” I laid her down in the middle of the king-size bed, therefore, and began sucking and eating her fat, plum-black pussy in a 69 position. The harder I sucked, the harder she sucked. Just before I came, she let go. I quickly started licking her body all over. Miss G. began exclaiming, “My pussy is on fire! Eat it out!” I wrapped her slender legs around my neck and began licking up all the juices. She started squirming and moaned, “Eat that black pussy, white boy. Eat!” Soon I felt her come juices squirting. I thought she was going to explode. She pressed forward and bucked like a bronc. She pushed against me so hard that my tongue went into her cunt at least two additional inches.
“Eat me, you sweet lover,” she said. “I’ve never been eaten like this by anybody.” I buried my face in her pussy as far as it would go. She reached down, spread the lips of her pussy and put one finger in while I ate her cunt and licked her juices.
She said to me, “Help me fuck myself.” I spread her legs as far as I could and pushed three of her fingers in as deep as they could go. My dick was so hard I thought its skin would tear. As I worked her fingers in and out of her pussy, she started to wriggle up and down. When she was ready to come, she started to pull her fingers out. Then, in the throes of her intense pleasure, she moved them in and out, in and out, speeding up the tempo and moaning, “Fuck me, fuck me. Come until you make me pass out. Come on and fuck me!”
I put some Vaseline on the head of my dick. To make room for its entry, she started to pull her fingers out, but I asked her to leave them on the lips to keep her pussy spread wide. I put my dick in between the backs of her hands and got it good and lubricated. As soon as I was ready, I pushed forward. She screamed with delight as I began fucking her. She had a novel trick, waiting until I withdrew and then pushing her fingers into her cunt until I initiated my next thrust. This only lasted for about ten strokes. Then my cock erupted, pumping hot sperm deeply into her dark pussy, and Miss G. started rocking, bucking and thrashing in an intense orgasm.
I fell asleep on top of her. When I woke up she was gone and there was a note on the table. In it she explained why she’d had to leave. The one thing she wrote that made me feel like a stud was “You’re no white boy.” Name and address withheld
