I’m a black man in my mid-twenties. I keep myself in shape and usually don’t have much trouble getting girls.
When I was in college I roomed with a white guy who was going with this very sexy girl named Melody. She was blonde and blue-eyed and had a body to die for. I lusted after her from the first time I saw her, but she and Casey were pretty tight, and I didn’t see much chance of getting anywhere with her.
One evening the two of them had a date to go to a movie. After Casey left to meet her at the theater I had the place to myself. I settled down with a beer and a couple of porno tapes and prepared for a relaxing if lonely evening.
I had gotten through about half of my first beer when there was a knock on the door. I turned off the TV and yelled, “It’s open.” To my surprise, Melody walked into the room.
She grinned at me. “Hi, Jason,” she said, closing the door behind her.
I stared at her. She looked great, as always, with her long blonde hair loose, and her gorgeous body encased in a snug pullover that molded her breasts and brought out the shapes of her nipples, and a short skirt that concealed very little of her smooth shapely legs. Even so, there was kind of an air of innocence about her, along with the sexiness, that was doubly provocative.
“Hi, Melody,” I said. “I thought you were meeting Casey at the movies.”
“Yes, I know,” Melody said. “That’s what he thought too.” And then she reached behind her and locked the door.
“What’s going on?” I said.
“Nothing,” she answered. Then she took a deep breath, as if she was nerving herself up for something. The breath made her breasts rise and strain against her sweater. My cock twitched. “I was just thinking,” she said. “Just . . . wondering. Actually, I’ve been wondering for a while.”
“Wondering what?” It seemed to be getting very warm in there.
“Well . . . ” Melody said. “Wondering whether it’s true what they say about black men.”
I could only stare at her. I had been staring at her all along, but this was a different stare. “I don’t know,” I said finally. “What do they say about black men?”
She sort of shrugged. “You know. That they’re . . . well . . . big. You know? That their–their penises . . . ” She paused, then looked right at me and spoke in a bolder tone. “Their cocks. That they have really big cocks. Is that true?”
I couldn’t believe what was happening. There was no doubt that Melody was coming on to me, but she had never shown any interest in me before. And although I had had lustful thoughts, and even fantasies, about her, I was suddenly having doubts. After all, she was my roommate’s girlfriend. And besides, I wasn’t too crazy about her approach.
“Well,” I said carefully, “Even though I’m black, Melody, I’m not exactly an expert on that subject, you know? I mean, in spite of what you hear, my guess would be that black guys are pretty much like white guys in that respect. Some of us probably have more than others, but most of us are probably about average. That’s what I would think, anyway.”
“Oh,” she said.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Well,” she said, “what about you?”
Okay, this was getting heavy. “Hey, Melody,” I said, “are you coming on to me or what?”
“Damn,” she said. “However did you guess?”
“Why?” I said.
“Why?” she repeated. “Why not?”
“Well, for one thing, you’re Casey’s girlfriend. You know? Casey’s my roommate, and my friend too, I guess. So–”
“So that hasn’t stopped you from looking at me like you want to eat me up,” Melody said. “What’s the next problem?”
“Okay,” I said. “The next problem is that I get the feeling that the reason you’re hitting on me is because I’m black.”
It didn’t faze her. “Yeah, maybe,” she said. “But I wouldn’t be doing it if you weren’t good-looking and black.”
“Well, thanks. But I don’t want to be your little black experiment. If you’re curious, find somebody else.”
“Okay,” Melody said. “Do you want to see my tits?”
What could I say to that? No would be a lie, and yes would put me in a compromising situation. So I lied. “No,” I said.
“Then why is your cock hard?” she said.
I looked down guiltily at the bulge in my jeans. Then I changed the subject. “Did you just leave Casey waiting at the movie or what?”
“Well, actually,” she said, “I asked my girlfriend Jennifer to meet him and tell him I couldn’t make it. And to see the movie with him. He’ll be gone for a while yet.”
“You planned it good, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I did. You want to see my tits?”
“Damn it, Melody. Damn it. Of course I want to see your tits. I’d love to see your whole damn gorgeous body. I’d love to fuck your brains out, if you want to know the truth. But I’m not going to. Okay? I’m not gonna be your research project. Now why don’t you just leave.”
“So you can jerk off, thinking about me?”
“Yeah, maybe. Maybe I will. Does that make you feel good?”
“Listen,” she said. “You don’t have to just think about me. If you want to jerk off, do it right now. You don’t have to fuck me. I just want to see your cock. You can do it on my tits if you want. I’ll just watch. Okay?”
I stared at her. “Are you nuts?” I demanded.
“Maybe.” And then, before I even knew what she was doing, she crossed her arms in front of her, grasped the bottom of her sweater with both hands and pulled it off over her head.
No bra.
I knew I was staring but I couldn’t help it. I had to shift in my chair, because my hard-on was pushing painfully against my fly.
“You like them?” Melody said.
“Stupid question,” I said. “And you know it.”
“Take your cock out,” she said.
“Melody–”
She moved toward me. Her breasts jiggled. The nipples were hard. She knelt down in front of me. “Take it out,” she said. “Or should I do it?”
I guess I didn’t answer quickly enough. Her hand went to my zipper and pulled it down. A moment later she had released my cock.
“Wow,” she said. “Is that what you call average?”
“Okay, you saw it,” I said. My voice sounded hoarse. “Satisfied now?”
“No, come on,” she breathed. “Jerk off on me, Jason. If that’s all you can do. But you know I’d love to have that thing inside me. I’d love to take it in my mouth. Can I do that, Jason?” And she leaned forward, bringing her face so close to my crotch that I could feel her warm breath on my dick.
“No,” I said. But I didn’t move.
“Oh, okay,” she said. And then she stuck out her tongue and flicked it over the underside of my cock. Just one brief touch, but it was enough to make my prick jump and my balls tighten dangerously.
“Mmmm,” she crooned. “Black cock tastes good. Like chocolate.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or get mad. Whether to throw her out the door or lay her down and give her what she wanted. And what I wanted.
“What about your come?” Melody said. “I bet that tastes great too.”
“Like chocolate milk?” I said. My voice sounded strange. “No, my come is white, Melody. Sorry to disappoint you.”
“I want to drink it anyway,” she said. “Can I, Jason? Please?”
“No,” I said.
“Then will you shoot it on my tits at least? I know, let me suck you till you come and then shoot it on my tits, okay?” And with that she licked me again, this time more lingeringly. I think I moaned.
But I said, “No.”
“Come on, Jason, you know you want to,” Melody said. “What if I take my skirt off? Wouldn’t you like to see me naked, Jason?”
“Okay, this is ridiculous,” I said. I scrambled away from her by scrooching back on the couch, getting my feet under me and maneuvering around her. I went to the door and unlocked it. “Melody, you have to leave now. As much as I would love to screw your brains out–what little brains you have–I’m not going to, okay? Not to satisfy your curiosity, and not to let you notch up a black guy on your list of experiences. So just get the hell out of here.” It might have sounded more convincing if my hard-on hadn’t still been sticking out of my pants and standing up like a flagpole for all to see.
“Okay,” Melody said. She stood up, opened a button at the side of her skirt and let it fall. She wasn’t wearing panties either.
“Shit,” I said.
“It’s all yours, Jason,” she said. “Loosen up, okay? I’ll do anything you want.” She moved toward me then, her body swaying and her breasts jiggling with every step. She didn’t stop until her nipples were touching my chest and my rigid cock was pressed against her stomach. Of course I could have moved away again. I could have.
“It’s not just because you’re black, Jason,” she said softly. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, just like you’ve wanted me.” She shifted her hips, rubbing her stomach against my dick, making me catch my breath. “I’d want you just the same if you were white, honest.”
God knows I wanted to believe her at that point. But I didn’t. “You’re a lying bitch,” I said.
“Yes,” she said, and slid down along my body to her knees. Then she took my cock in her mouth. I didn’t stop her.
“You’re a lying cocksucking bitch,” I said. Breathlessly.
“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed around my dick.
“Christ, you’re good.” I had to lean against the door to keep my legs from buckling as she took me down her throat and proceeded to use her lips and tongue in a way that made my head swim. While she was doing that she reached up to open my pants. When they fell around my ankles she pulled down my shorts. Then she released my cock so she could bathe my balls with her tongue.
“Damn you,” I said weakly.
“Well damn you too,” Melody said, but she was smiling. “I love this big black cock, Jason. It’s just what I hoped it would be. It’s so much bigger than Casey’s.”
“Christ, Casey,” I said. “Damn, this is so wrong. You’re a real slut, Melody, you know that?”
“Sure I know,” Melody said. “You want me to suck you off till you come on my tits, or you want to fuck me?”
“You know what, Melody?” I said. “I want to do both.”
“I thought you might,” she said smugly, and took me back in her mouth.
“You bitch,” I said. “Oh Christ, oh Jesus, Melody, oh you sweet cocksucking slut, oh yeah . . . Oh my god, just like that . . . Don’t stop. Shit. Fuck. Yes, yes, all right, now, I’m gonna come now, ohh you sweet conniving white baby, YES!”
And at the last moment Melody pulled her mouth away from me and leaned back, aiming my cock at her breasts and letting my jism shoot out all over them, spurt after spurt splashing on her high, hard-nippled globes. She moaned as I shot again and again, and finally slacked off.
“You’re right,” she said then, looking down at her come-drenched titties. “It is white.”
“No shit,” I said, still a little breathless. “What did you expect? You didn’t seriously think I’d have black come?”
“Well, no,” she said. “But I wanted to make sure. You want to fuck me now?”
“I need a minute, okay?”
“Okay. Get down here.”
I got down on the floor and she went to work on me with her tongue. All over my body. Telling me what beautiful chocolate skin I had as she covered every inch of it with that probing, searching, caressing tongue of hers. I was hard again long before she was done.
“Give it to me, Jason,” she breathed. “Give me that big strong black dick. Put it in me.”
So I did. By that point I wasn’t too surprised to find out that she was the greatest fuck I’d ever had. All the time we were fucking she kept begging me to give her more of my big black cock, my fine black cock, my beautiful black cock. Part of me wanted to stop and tell her to go to hell, but not the part that was fucking her.
After we came she asked me if I wanted to fuck her ass. I mentioned that Casey might be coming home soon.
“No,” she said. “I told Jennifer to fuck him after the movie. I mean, I’m getting a taste of black, why shouldn’t he do the same?”
“Aren’t you afraid he might get involved with her?” I asked.
“Nope,” Melody said. “These black and white things never last long.”–J.D., Albany, New York
My husband sees a counselor for his gambling problem now in remission , and I met him one night at a party. He is a tall, handsome black man named Dwight, and I found myself instantly attracted to him. Not only that, but I had the definite feeling that he wanted me too. I had never been with a black man, and I couldn’t help thinking a great deal about Dwight and me. One day I called his office and said I wanted to come in and talk with him about some problems my husband was having. He gave me an appointment for two o’clock that afternoon.
I was very nervous, and I went through my closet to see what I had to wear. I chose a sundress that showed off my cleavage and a lot of leg. I showered and changed, and by the time I was done it was time to head for Dwight’s office.
When I got there his secretary told me to go right in. Dwight greeted me at his office door and told me to have a seat. I sat down and crossed my legs so that he could see that I had no panties on. He looked at me hungrily, and I could tell that I would have no trouble snagging him.
He sat across from me, shifting in his seat. I could see the beginning of an erection in his pants. By the look of it, it would be pretty impressive. We talked for a while, and as I shifted in my seat I uncrossed my legs slowly, giving him a glimpse of my pussy. He licked his lips, and then picked up his phone and told his secretary to hold his calls. Then he got up and went around me to lock the door.
He came back and stood in front of me, and I placed my hand on his crotch. His erection was rock-hard, and I couldn’t wait to see it. I quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his trousers down. His eight-inch cock popped out at me. There was a drop of pre-come on the tip, and I licked it off. He moaned, and I slowly circled the head of his cock with my tongue. Then I put my lips over it and took in as much of it as I could. It was so hard it felt like steel in my mouth.
My pussy was sopping wet by now, and was demanding some attention. I straightened up and slid forward in my chair, placing my legs over the arms. Dwight dove into my pussy, devouring me hungrily. It was the best feeling in the world. I had never had anyone, even my husband, eat me so greedily and thoroughly before. His tongue went as deep as it could, then pulled out and plunged in again and again, fucking my cunt to a mind-blowing orgasm.
After I came I got down on my hands and knees, and he entered my wet hole from behind. The heft and thickness of his cock got me hot all over again. I have always craved big, thick cocks, and this one definitely qualified. He pumped away, and I met each of his thrusts with vigor.
Just when I thought I was going to come, he pulled out. “Can I fuck your ass?” he asked.
I had never had my ass fucked, and I told him so. He said he would do it slow, and be very gentle. I was nervous, but I did want to have his big cock in my ass, so I agreed. He first licked my bunghole to wet it, and it felt so good I couldn’t wait for his cock. He inserted one finger into me, then two, and finally declared that I was ready to take him. He gently slid his cock into my ass, then moved it slowly back and forth until I started to meet his thrusts. Then he fucked me harder, and I came quickly and intensely. I begged him to come in my ass, and when he did it felt wonderful.
We both composed ourselves, and we made arrangements to meet again soon. I now happily meet Dwight several times a week, and he gives me the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. I then go home and give my husband the best sex he’s ever had in his life. He doesn’t know what’s come over me, but he sure loves it. We’ve never been happier.–Name and address withheld
I had been searching the Internet sex ads for white women who wanted some black dick. I wasn’t having any luck, and was just about to give it up when I spotted what I was looking for.
The advertiser claimed to be a young attractive married woman who was looking for a young black man–or men–with eight inches or more. The ad said she had dark red hair, 36C tits and a very hairy pussy. She wanted a very virile man, or a small group, to fuck all night.
It sounded too good to be true, but what did I have to lose? I had to go through a swingers’ club phone line, but I finally contacted her. Her name was Bridget. I told her I had seen her ad, and could produce nine inches of hard dick. She then told me the rules. She was on the Pill, but for safety’s sake condoms were a must. She said she loved to fuck and suck dick, and when she was with a man she was all his. Her husband was always present, but wouldn’t interfere unless he was invited to join in. She said she also enjoyed public exhibitionism and flashing her pussy.
She wanted our first meeting to be like a date, to get acquainted and see if we would be okay together. I told her that sounded fine, and we arranged to meet at a cocktail lounge the following evening.
It wasn’t hard to spot Bridget at the lounge. She was wearing a short, sexy, clinging dress that showed off her beautiful body and a good portion of her tits. Her legs were encased in nylon stockings and she wore black pumps. She had her long dark-red hair in a ponytail. She was really gorgeous. Her husband, a skinny older man, was with her, but he hung back and hardly said anything.
We made conversation for a while and had a couple of drinks. When she asked me if there was any place in particular I would like to go, I told her I would like to take her to a club where some of my friends hung out, and show her off. She laughed and said, “You want to show me off, or you want me to show off? I’m not wearing any panties, you know.”
My dick jumped at that. Bridget smiled and spread her legs so I could see her hairy pussy. The lips of her cunt were damp, pink and inviting.
We took her car to the club. Her husband drove, while Bridget and I fooled around in the back seat. I felt up her tits and pussy. She unzipped my pants and took out my dick, stroking it and playing with my balls. We arrived at the club all too soon.
We were the center of attention when we walked in. We sat at a table and ordered drinks. A group of my friends were at another table, and I dropped over to say hello. “Man where did you get that chick?” one of them asked me. “She sure is a fox!” I replied that she sure was, and that she really liked black dick. Then I told them about the ad. I said that I was going to fuck her first, and then maybe we could arrange for them to fuck her also. They were very enthusiastic about that idea.
When I got back to our table, Bridget asked me if I wanted her to show off for my friends. She then pulled up her dress and spread her legs, showing them her pussy. After a while I asked her if she wanted to go someplace where we could fuck. It turned out that she and her husband had already booked a motel room.
When we got to the room Bridget immediately pulled her dress off. A white satin garter belt and stockings were all she had on underneath. I shucked off my clothes eagerly, ready to give her what she’d been wanting. She kicked off her shoes and we got on the bed. Her husband handed her a condom. She stretched it over the head of my dick, then rolled it down the shaft with her lips, taking my entire dick in her mouth. Then she started sucking, and man, that lady could really suck dick! After a minute I moved her into a 69 position, and she lowered her hairy cunt onto my face. I spread her cunt lips and sucked her clit.
Finally she raised her head from my cock and panted, “Fuck me!” I rolled her over and got between her fine legs. My dick entered her cunt and she became like a wild woman, arching her hips and rotating that pussy. She matched me stroke for stroke, and my hard black dick was really enjoying itself in her tight pink cunt. We came at the same time, and paused only for a minute or two before we started again.
I fucked her three times, and she was still hot. Finally I asked her if I could phone my friends for some help, and she didn’t hesitate for a second before saying okay.
When my five friends showed up I was fucking her again. Her husband let them in, and I heard them saying, “Man, look at that white girl fuck! Oh yes, baby, we want some of that.” Their words seemed to get her even more excited, and she went into her fourth orgasm of the night.
The six of us fucked Bridget all night long. She couldn’t get enough of it. Her husband just sat and watched, stroking his really small dick.
Now I get together with Bridget as often as I can, and I know she also fucks some of my friends. I don’t bother to search the sex ads on the Internet any more, as I am getting plenty of white pussy from Bridget.–J.Y., Detroit, Michigan
My lover and I were planning on a long overdue late-afternoon delight, and I wanted to make it special for him. I took the day off from work to make sure everything was in place for our rendezvous. I knew he had been having a hectic few weeks, and I was eager to relax every muscle in his body, and to satisfy his appetite for more than just food. I decided to transform my home into a geisha house, complete with Japanese music, flowers and incense.
My sweetie arrived right on time. He was intrigued to see me dressed as a geisha, in a kimono, with my hair in a chignon.
I bowed politely to him and knelt down to untie his shoelaces. I asked him not to speak as I undressed him. When he was down to his briefs, I helped him on with the black silk kimono I had bought for him. I lightly kissed him on the lips before leading him to his hot bath, which I scented with jasmine. The bath was lit only by candles, which cast a romantic glow over his body as I disrobed him once again.
He stepped into the bath, and I knelt down beside the tub so as not to wet my kimono. I sponged his back and trickled warm water down the nape of his neck.
I could feel not only the warmth from the bathwater, but also the heat from my lover’s body. I reached down to stroke his cock, which rapidly grew under my touch.
Restraining myself, I helped my darling out of the tub and dried him off. As much as I wanted him, I knew I had to wait. I rubbed the towel over his head, then down his chest and back to his tight bottom, and then around to his firm cock. I took special care to be gentle. I wanted him in my mouth, but I waited.
Finally I led him to my bedroom, which was also filled with candles scented with honeysuckle, the bed covered with rose-colored satin sheets. I laid my lover on his back and began his special massage.
With warm oil, I gently caressed his temples to relax him and take all his cares away. I worked my way down to his shoulders, and then to his chest. I couldn’t resist the temptation to nibble on his nipples, which obviously excited him.
With well-lubricated hands, I massaged his thighs, being careful not to jostle his treasure. With every stroke of my hand I watched his cock grow larger and larger. I wanted him badly, but first things first. I finished this part of the massage by licking his toes, which made him laugh.
I then moved back to his jewel. I poured warm oil on my hands and massaged his cock until it was hard and hot. I licked the tip of that rigid rod and tasted his pre-come, his distillate of love. Then I kissed and licked my way up to his lips. His hot tongue filled my mouth until I could almost feel it down my throat.
I straddled my lover so that he could untie my kimono and pull the pins from my chignon to undo my hair. He knew what was hiding behind the satin garment. My breasts flowed from my robe into his hands. He immediately brought his lips to my nipples, sucking on them as if he were eating a peach and savoring its juice. As always, his ministrations excited me. He did know how to please.
I pressed my soaking pussy against the hardness of his cock. I wanted him inside me, but we weren’t finished playing games. My darling was now as aroused as I was. He laid me down on the bed, laying his hot, sweaty body across mine. He swung his balls above my face, lowering them to my mouth so I could lick and suck them. He fingered my clit as I did so. Our moaning was melodic.
After a while we rolled over, and now I was on top. I placed my wet pussy over his face. He sucked and nibbled at my clit, pleasuring me with his mouth until I was begging him to fuck me. In keeping with the Japanese theme, he took me from behind as I crouched on all fours. The sensation was incredible as we moved in harmony.
But both of us wanted more. My greatest desire was for my sweetheart to fuck me in my waiting ass. He was the only one with whom I would indulge in this pleasure.
With the warm oil, I lubricated his fingers as well as his throbbing cock. He used his fingers to relax me, sticking first one, then two up inside me. I moaned with anticipation as he moved them in and out to pave the way for his treasure. Finally he guided his rigid cock into my inviting asshole, pushing and pulling as I urged him on with my cries of joy. The slapping sound of his hips meeting my buttocks with each deep thrust was music to our ears. It was glorious, ferocious and elegant, all at the same time.
Although I longed for my darling to come inside me, I made no protest when he withdrew his slippery cock from my ass, for this was his day of pleasure. When he placed his tool at my mouth I licked that pulsating pole until he begged me to caress it with my lips. His firm cock soon disappeared into my mouth and down my throat. He fucked my face as I sucked him harder, his cock touching the back of my throat. When he was ready, his body trembled and his sweet, warm juice flowed down my gullet. He tasted like dessert before dinner, and I didn’t waste a drop.
My sweetie and I, totally satisfied, rested like a pair of Mandarin idols on the warm satin sheets. When the doorbell rang, I knew it would be another geisha, delivering not only our sushi and rice wine, but also one of my lover’s long-deferred fantasies.
As my sweetheart sat propped up on the bed, our geisha entered the bedroom. She untied my robe and cupped my breasts in her hands. She kissed and licked my sensitive mounds, making my nipples hard once more. It was my first time with a woman and I was a little nervous, but I knew my lover was thrilled to see such a display. I had determined to fulfill his every desire–and I must admit to a bit of curiosity on my own part.
Our geisha moved me to the foot of the bed, where she motioned me to sit. She gently pushed my shoulders down and spread my legs apart. With her hands, she tickled my mound and spread my lips apart enough for her tongue to find my clit. She gave me a tongue bath, coating my clit with honey and licking off every drop. I was soon moaning in sheer ecstasy.
This excited my beloved, who was now pulling on his ever-growing cock. He begged to join in, and I would deny him nothing. As our geisha tongued me, he again pushed his thick, hard cock into my mouth. He fingered my nipples as I took him further and further down my throat. We were all moving in rhythm, my loins pushing up to meet our geisha’s tongue, and my lover’s cock pumping in and out of my mouth. Our bodies pulsed and shivered, and I held tight to my beloved’s thighs, the sensations taking me higher and higher, until we both crested and came together. It was a perfect moment.
Our geisha, her pleasurable task completed, straightened up, bowed politely and left.
My beloved was very satisfied with our afternoon delight, and so was I. We ended our day consuming the sushi and rice wine our geisha had delivered. My lover told me he was already wondering what I would come up with next time, saying that he didn’t think I could possibly top the pleasures of this wonderful afternoon.
Little does he know.–R.D., Chicago, Illinois
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