At five-eight, a hundred thirty-five pounds, with her long legs, all-over tan and slender figure that always attracts attention, Peggy could pass for late thirties. In fact she’s sixty-two. The only giveaway to her age is her classily coiffed short gray hair, which she refuses to dye.
Peggy and I got together after my ex-wife and I finally divorced after a thirty-eight-year marriage. We’d already had a ten-year affair, during which she always shared the experiences she had with other lovers. She can still get me off in a minute by pretending I’m one of them and using her verbal skills while we fuck.
So we knew going in we’d have an open marriage. I encouraged Peggy to continue her promiscuity, and she did. With her looks, she rarely has trouble picking up attractive guys, and she’s had good experiences with almost all of them. She has brought many of them to our home, which has a big two-way mirror in the door of the closet for me to hide and watch. In my years of watching my pretty wife have sex with other men, I’ve probably spewed a quart of come on that closet door and floor.
Peggy calls herself an equal-opportunity fucker. She’s gotten it on with the whole gamut of the male population. Even young men are attracted to her. One of my most memorable experiences was watching her fuck a college sophomore under the table. He was no dweeb either. He was a stud with staying power, built like a football running back. They screwed six times in three hours, the last time standing in front of the mirror, not two feet from me. He boinked her all summer, coming over at least once a week.
Peggy fucks older men too—a seventy-two year-old she wants me to tell you was a fine lay—and just about every race. She knows I like to have her do it with black guys. The event I want to share was with a black guy.
We’d gone to a local singles pickup joint. Peggy, in high heels, red lipstick and a minidress that buttoned down the front and hit her above mid-thigh, sat at the bar scoping the clientele. A few guys bought her drinks and hit on her with me sitting a few stools away! , but her eye was on a good-looking black guy who was sitting alone in a booth—six-three, two hundred-plus pounds, with a mustache.
After half an hour of Peggy’s encouraging glances, he came up and bought her a drink. His name was Larry, and after some small talk he finally asked, “You alone?”
“Yes, but not because I want to be,” she said, smiling. “You’re very attractive.”
“So are you,” Larry said, taking her hand and glancing around at the men who had struck out with her.
“I’m home alone for the week, and I don’t live far,” my sexy mate said.
“I’m ready!” Larry said. I slipped out and raced home to take up my post. I hadn’t been in the closet more than five minutes before I heard them. As they came in the bedroom, Larry said, “Nice!”
“Yeah,” Peggy said, nodding at the king-size bed. “I like lots of room.” She turned and kissed him, his black hands fondling her butt, rubbing her thin dress over her buttocks. She opened her mouth, and his tongue ravished hers while she rubbed her belly all over his groin.
When they came up for air, Peggy unbuttoned her dress. Larry grinned and began to unbutton his shirt. His eyes went wide when her dress fell to the floor leaving her wearing nothing but red-strap heels and an eager smile. As he took off his shirt, she undid his belt and unzipped his fly. He got his shoes off and stepped out of his pants, exposing a huge bulge in his shorts.
Larry slid his shorts down, and Peggy gasped “Jesus!” His penis was no longer than mine, but its girth was staggering. She wrapped both her hands around it.
“My God, I never saw one this thick before,” she said. He grinned broadly, his white teeth shining.
“You like it, baby?”
Peggy nodded, eyeing the huge glans, more than twice the size of mine. She dropped to her knees and opened her red lips as wide as possible, then slid Larry’s massive meat in her mouth, humming and glancing up at him as she did. Saliva mixed with lipstick smears soon coated his pole.
“Baby, I can’t last long!” he gasped. She got up and led him to the bed, using his huge prick as a handle. She let go long enough to scramble to the middle of the bed, spreading her long, tanned legs wide. He loomed over her, and her eyes locked onto his while her hands drew him to her. She had totally forgotten me, which only added to my excitement.
His big cockhead pushed against her juicy quim. As it disappeared in her, a loud “Ah!” escaped her lips.
He held still, gasping and looking down at the white beauty he was debauching. “Feel good?” he panted.
“Jesus!” she said, worshiping him with her eyes. “I’ve had my share of cocks, but yours feels better than any of them.” He chuckled and flexed his hips, driving his member deeper.
“Oh God, baby!” she moaned, her eyes closing, her thighs spreading even wider and her knees lifting toward her shoulders.
“Sweet, sweet pussy!” the black stud gasped, his eyes dropping to watch his flesh in Peggy’s white snatch. He shoved again, and she emitted a passion-choked groan. She dug her fingers in his biceps. Her eyes were again glued lovingly to his face.
He was breathing raggedly, trying to control the urge to fuck her. He sent another couple of inches of stiff black staff in my squirming mate. There was adoration in her expression.
“You like black cock,” he said—almost an accusation.
“I’ve had black cocks before,” she said, “but nothing like yours.” He grinned as he buried his shaft in her. His balls nestled against her anus, and she breathed through her mouth as her butt shivered beneath him.
“There,” he said. “I’m all the way in that fabulous pussy of yours.”
“Mmm!” she said. “My pussy was never so happy!”
I winced at the truth in her voice. Larry withdrew his magic wand and plunged it back in, making Peggy wail with pleasure. Five more times he slowly withdrew and repenetrated. She writhed and kicked with joy, and never looked my way, as she often does when she fucks other men in our bed, knowing I love her attention while she cuckolds me.
She gave Larry a long French kiss, then said, “Let me fuck you. I want to give you my very best sex.”
“Be my guest,” he said. She wrapped her legs round him, her hips and butt driving him in and out of her with energy and stamina that surprised even me.
“Suck my nipples!” she gasped, howling as he fondled her breasts. The bed creaked with her frantic fucking. Each time the thick pole plowed in her, flecks of pussy nectar flew onto her inner thighs and his wiry pubic hair and black balls. They were breathing like distance runners, and sweat gleamed on their bodies.
Larry suckled Peggy’s sensitive nipples, then rose up grinning and said to her, “You’re one great fuck.”
“Oh baby,” she said, “with that fat prick in her, what woman wouldn’t be?” She was panting with excitement.
He leaned over, Frenched her for half a minute, then rose up and said softly, “Now let me fuck you.”
“Be my guest, lover,” she said, ceasing her wild movements. She was sweating freely. His muscular butt now drove his rod in and out of her in mighty strokes. She howled, spurring him on.
“Yes, Larry! Fuck me with that wonderful cock! God, I love your cock!”
Her eyes, reduced to slits from lust, stared up at him with awe. His ebony limb would drip each time he withdrew, and she squirmed each time he drove back in. He picked up the tempo, and his face twisted into a mask of contorted pleasure.
“Gonna come, baby!” he rasped. His loins slapped her thighs and butt.
“Do it, lover!” she said. “Fill me with your seed!” Soon they both cried out in mutual orgasm. It went on for ten seconds, leaving them heaving and sweating.
“Jesus, that was the best I ever had,” Larry panted.
“Mmm, me, too,” Peggy said. He rose up on his elbows and smiled at her, her face only inches from his.
“What would your hubby say if he knew a black cock just came in your pussy?”
“Mmm, I don’t care what he’d say,” she said, cradling his face in her hands. “I’ll fuck you anytime you want.”
With his rod still in her, he said, “I live halfway across the state, but I’ll be back if it means more loving like this.”
“Promise!” she said eagerly. “I’ll meet you halfway, or all the way, if I can have that beautiful cock in me again.”
“Deal,” he said. “I’ll give you my business card.”
“And I’ll give you my home number,” she said.
He rose to his knees and withdrew his tool. He smiled at her spent pussy. “Better not fuck hubby till that tightens up.” He slid off the bed and began to dress. She sprawled there naked, wanton, utterly unashamed.
“He won’t care,” she said. “He lets me fuck around.” Larry looked shocked, and paused in his dressing.
“You shittin’ me?” he said.
“Nope.” Peggy smiled at his surprise. “We both fuck whoever we want, whenever we want, and I want to fuck you again as soon as I can.”
“Jesus,” he said, staring at her naked body. “You gonna tell him about us?”
“Sure,” Peggy smiled, her legs still splayed obscenely. “He loves sloppy seconds. The looser and messier I am, the better he likes it.”
“Jesus!” Larry shook his head, working his feet back into his shoes. “I wish my wife was like the two of you.”
“She can’t love your cock any more than I do,” she said. “I’m jealous.” She fingered her sticky cunt lips, and he watched her like a snake. “My husband likes black pussy as much as I like black cock. Maybe we can arrange a swap.”
“Naw,” he said. “Sandra’s too straitlaced for that. Anyway, she’s gotten a little fat.”
He pulled out his wallet and held out a card. She scooted to the edge of the bed to take it, then got one of our address notes from the nightstand and gave it to him. They kissed again, and he kneaded her bare butt with his big black hands.
When their kiss ended, he said, “I’d love to fuck this fine white ass sometime.”
“Sweetie, you can fuck any part of me anytime.”
Larry laughed, and they walked to the door, holding hands in front and caressing each other’s butt behind. I followed them, hiding. At the door Peggy gave her lover a long French kiss. He fondled her snatch, and finally left.
She stood in the doorway, naked except for her heels, waving as his car receded toward the street. Our front door is secluded, so I didn’t worry about anyone seeing her. But she’d have done the same thing if we had neighbors right across the street.
Finally Peggy returned to the bedroom, smiling at my gooey hard-on. she giggled at the come-stained carpet and mirror and said, “He had a nice cock, Tommy.”
“He did,” I agreed, as she pulled me on the bed, parted her come-caked thighs and pulled my rod in. “Did it feel good up in you?”
“Mmm, the best ever,” she murmured as I sank my dick to the hilt. Her hips and butt moved expertly, fucking me with her sloppy cunt. “I can’t wait to call him and set up another time,” she said.
“You’re so loose!” I panted, already nearing orgasm.
She smiled. “He stretched me the most I’ve ever been, Tommy. I love you, but anytime he’s around, his cock is the one I want in me.”
I felt pangs of jealousy as I fucked her sloppy pussy, which gave me barely any friction. She slid her fingers in my crack, tickling and probing, while the other hand fondled my balls.
“How does your cock like being coated with a black man’s semen?” she asked, her eyes bright with lewd teasing. I groaned as I emptied my spunk in her, then lay atop her gasping, our bodies slick with sweat.
“Will I look too eager if I call first thing Monday morning?” my slutty wife giggled.
“Of course,” I said. “But you don’t think you can hold out any longer, do you?”
We laughed and kissed. She made the call Monday morning at eight.—T.L., Milwaukee, Wisconsin
People call me Doll on account of my being cute and petite. I’m five-one, a hundred five pounds, with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a slim build and, I must say, adorable size-five feet. I often have to shop for shoes in the little girls’ section.
I go to great lengths to keep my white complexion smooth and blemish-free. Though my breasts are small, the nipples are long and thick, and I find men are as aroused by prominent nipples as by breasts that are merely large.
Senior year in high school I took night secretarial classes that enabled me to land a decent-paying job in the city without going to college. Before long I met a man, slightly older at thirty-three, from a town like the suburb I grew up in. Allen was a bit chubby, and short, but he was the most wonderful comrade. We laughed and really had fun. Thankfully, he didn’t have the bad case of vanity I do. He really doted on me.
The building I lived in was actually a house where the basement, first floor and attic had been converted to apartments. The man downstairs from me was hopelessly in love with me, but I had no interest in him whatsoever, except he was good at fixing leaks, wiring and so on. I was kind to him but let him know I wasn’t available.
Upstairs was Alicia. She was nineteen and had a rich daddy who paid her rent and college tuition. She was five-six, had strawberry blonde hair and looked like she jumped out of a TV set tuned to MTV. She had the wild, fashionable college-girl look and attitude. She was a bit snobby, and since I was a bit vain, I wasn’t too happy living below a rival beauty queen. Allen stole glances at her going up the stairs. When pressed, he admitted he found her smoking hot.
Allen lived in a condo in the suburbs, so we normally stayed there on weekends. Once in a while we stayed at my place, since, being in the city, it was close to the fun and cultural activities.
One weekend when we were at my place, Allen first heard the wild noise from upstairs that I’d grown used to. It was while we were lying in the dark, talking quietly.
“Sounds like they’re really getting nasty up there,” he said. “I think Alicia’s got two men. Holy shit, listen to them wailing! God, she is so hot!”
As we listened we made out, and his cock got as hard as our first time together—you know, that twitching, pulsing sort of rock-hard. We made love quietly so we could hear Alicia’s orgy.
Nearing climax, Allen hissed in my ear: “A cock in her pussy and a cock in her sweet ass. Damn, she is so fucking hot, so fucking hot!”
I agreed, and as he was about to come I said, “Listen to her! She must love the way those black men fuck! They must be fucking hot!”
When I said that, maybe because I mentioned hot black men, Allen’s erection faded momentarily. Then he recovered and bucked wildly, coming inside me.
Afterward, we lay in the dark talking. Allen was curious about Alicia’s lifestyle. I explained that she only went with black guys. I noted that BM-WF couples were common in the city—the most common biracial pairing.
Allen doesn’t waste energy hating races, lifestyles or religions. Some people might be upset to learn that a blonde fox was off limits to all but black men. He found it really hot. How could a girl not love such a decent, positive-minded man? On my twentieth birthday I accepted his marriage proposal.
My new fiance concentrated his investments in a fund to build us a house in the suburbs. He didn’t mind that I intended to be a part-time housewife—I liked working from the computer at home. I planned on giving him many children sorry if this upsets feminist readers , and he made enough money for both of us. We set our wedding date to coincide with completion of the house. Meanwhile we rented an apartment in a yuppie neighborhood in the city.
I made friends with one of our neighbors. Connie was about twenty-five, golden blonde and very classy. She was a perfectionist, and had trouble meeting men who met her standards. As in my old apartment, the walls did little to stop sound, so Allen and I regularly heard her masturbating.
The first few times, we made love while eavesdropping on Connie, just as we did with Alicia. After a while, however, it made me sad that she had such trouble keeping boyfriends. Some left because her standards were so infuriatingly high, and some were asked to leave because they couldn’t meet her standards.
While Connie considered herself a woman of high standards, to many of her dates she was an ultragorgeous, high-maintenance, conceited, spoiled blonde bitch. Allen’s friends were summarily rejected, and our other attempts to set her up with a good man failed too.
Our balconies were only about ten feet apart, so one night when I heard Connie talking to her dinner date, I did a little friendly spying. She was serving dinner to a handsome, slim, very black guy who seemed capable of talking comfortably about any subject she brought up.
It seemed to be going well. When they stood up to go inside, his lean body towered over her. She had mating shoes on—huge pink platform heels—so to tower over her like that, he had to be about six-six, I guessed.
That night when Allen and I went to bed, I kept him up for a while with small talk while my ears monitored the paper-thin walls for an update on Connie’s big date. I shushed Allen and had him kneel with me face-to-face, our ears pressed to the wall. We heard rustling, sighing, then hard breathing. Connie was asking her lover to be gentle, as she’d never been with a big black man before.
I kissed Allen’s cheek and giggled. He got out of bed, saying, “Just a sec, Doll.”
He brought the lights up dimly. He rummaged on the dresser and tossed me my blood-red lipstick. I applied it thickly. Reaching under the bed, he tossed me a box. To my surprise it contained a veiny black dildo. The box said it was six inches long and four in circumference. I once measured Allen, and the toy was far bigger than his four inches.
“Be Alicia tonight as we listen,” he said.
I felt so evil, I had to giggle. Realizing that Allen just wanted to jerk off while watching me, I made a special effort to be a visual treat. We’d watched enough porn that I knew the type of faces and body language that men find so arousing.
As I sensuously sucked the dildo, Allen jerked himself to orgasm. When Connie screamed, “My God, you’re so big! God, you fill me up! You’re too much for me!” and so on, I fucked the dildo. It was wonderful—bigger than Allen. Following Connie, I told my imaginary lover how he made me come like I’d never come before. Allen had another orgasm about the time Connie’s man audibly exploded.
We caressed and snuggled for hours with the slick dildo pressed between us. I thanked Allen for the gift, assuring him my arousal and pleasure were real.
He said, “Doll, you do an outstanding Alicia.” Again I felt so evil and happy with my man. I giggled and cooed in his ear.
Allen bought some amateur interracial videos on the Internet. The guys in them seemed colossal, dwarfing my six-inch dildo. As we enjoyed the videos and living together, we experimented with anal sex and G-spot orgasms and even tried for liquid orgasms. According to a pamphlet from a marital-aids store, all women can have liquid orgasms, also called female ejaculation.
One night we were huddled in a sweaty come-covered knot after another session between Connie and her ebony stallion. Still excited, I stroked Allen’s sac and asked, “Is it true black guys are bigger and better?”
He thought for a minute, then said: “I attended an integrated high school, went to an inner-city college, played in lots of amateur softball and soccer leagues, and spent six years in the military. So let’s just say I’ve seen an awful lot of dicks.”
“I won’t say all black guys are huge,” he continued, “but on average they are a little longer and thicker than other guys. Maybe around seven or eight inches is average for them. It’s about five or six inches for white guys. The myth of hugeness is probably because there’s a higher percentage of big guys among blacks. You see some dicks in the locker room that are just unbelievable—thick as beer cans and sometimes longer, and that’s completely flaccid! What kind of monsters do those things grow into?”
Excitedly I said, “Probably like the studs in the videos.” I ran my tongue along the dildo and asked, “What about the other part of the myth? That black guys are better in bed?”
“What do I know?” Allen said. “I’m a white guy. But in all my travels and schooling, the military and so on, what you see is black male with white female. You don’t see as much white guy black woman or Japanese guy Italian woman. Even in all-white neighborhoods, video stores have walls of BM-WF porno. You don’t see that for Eskimo man Arab woman or any other mix. So a lot of people must think there’s something to that.”
I noticed he looked a little nervous. So I masturbated with the dildo again until he jerked himself to another orgasm. Afterward, I whispered, “Don’t forget the flip side. Maybe it’s because we little white women are so hot in bed that black men are so attracted to us.”
Allen looked me over and touched me sweetly, and agreed that I was a treat.
Our wedding came, and we returned from a wonderful honeymoon to find our house wouldn’t be ready for a day or two. We blew the last of our honeymoon fund on a room at a swanky lovers’ resort in the suburbs.
Arriving late in the evening, we decided to go to the nightclub before checking in. The band was funkadelic, the crowd mostly young and sexy. We danced a little, then sat at a table right by the dance floor. House music started playing while the band took a break.
I told Allen to sit tight. “You’re such a good boy,” I said, “I’m going to give you a little Alicia tease.”
In my slinky tight silver dress, I approached two black band members and pulled them to the dance floor. One danced behind me, one in front. I used my body and licked my lips wetly, encouraging them to sandwich me tightly. The man in front took my upturned face in his hands and stared in my big blue eyes.
I whispered, “Tease me. My husband is watching. Make me wet for him.”
The man behind ground his pelvis into my ass. Two swollen cocks pressed into me, aching to be inside my tiny white body. They were bigger than my husband or any white man I’ve had. I raised my arms over my head, and the man behind me cupped my breasts through my dress in his enormous hands. There were catcalls from the band and shouts of encouragement from the other couples.
The man in front kissed the exposed chest flesh and said, “Don’t tease your husband. Take us to your room, and he can watch us fuck you so beautifully.”
In a trance, I mouthed, “Fuck me.” As I did, Allen was staring right in my eyes.
Writhing in ecstasy between the black men, I was unaware that they were moving me slowly across the dance floor toward the backstage doors. Suddenly I got back enough wits to push away. I rushed back to sit on my husband’s lap.
Flushed red and panting, I whispered in his ear, “Was that Alicia enough for ya?”
I wiggled my butt in his lap, aiming for his cock. He was rock-hard. Yet I felt a bit guilty when I realized how aware I was that his cock was so much smaller than the black musicians’, and his soft belly wasn’t as firm.
I licked his ears and caressed his face, and whispered, “They wanted to fuck my white body really bad. They said they could do it so beautifully and you could even watch. But I said no.”
Allen’s cock pulsed and his breathing raced. “Doll, you slut,” he said, “I need to get you naked, and fast!”
He got us checked in, and we headed down a long hallway toward our room. In front of us was an interracial couple! I thought, it’s happening everywhere. The woman was a young early twenties platinum blonde with long wavy hair. Judging by her clothes and jewelry, her snow-white skin had never seen a day’s work.
She wore a wedding band. Her man, six-two and very muscular, wore baggy jeans and a red silk shirt, unbuttoned. He had an intimidating appearance. He wore no wedding ring.
They stopped at the room next to ours. The millionairess said hello pleasantly as she unlocked her door. The man brazenly appraised me from head to toe. I stood motionless for a moment, allowing him a good inspection. Then he followed the blonde into their room. Allen and I stood there in shock. Then their door cracked open and the woman’s lovely white hand hung out a “Do not disturb” sign.
In our room, Allen started to ravish me. He talked dirty about how hot I was on the dance floor doing my Alicia. I told him that had I been single, I’d have been in bed with the two black musicians right then. He shook and whimpered with desire. He was still hard after his first ejaculation, and I was still wetting myself over the evening’s events. We began anew when we heard the wailing of the millionairess and the baritone booming of her black lover next door.
The next morning we made love again, this time sweeter, more “hubby-wifey.” Afterward, I went to the gym while Allen made some calls about our house. He said he’d meet me in the whirlpool in forty-five minutes.
I was in the whirlpool wearing a gold bikini when he joined me wearing swim trunks. Suddenly the millionairess and her giant black stud joined us. She asked if we weren’t the couple next door. We said we were.
Smiling wickedly, the goddess said, “Some night last night, huh? It’s okay, these walls are paper-thin. We heard you too.”
I admitted it sounded like everyone had a fine time, then added that we’d been running into a lot of couples like them. The man wanted to know what I meant by “like them.” I assured him I meant no insult, and explained about Alicia and Connie and then last night. It seemed wherever we went, we had beautiful blonde neighbors doing big black guys and loving it.
The black giant reached under the water and pulled up my legs so that my feet were in his lap. He admired my lovely small feet.
I credited my husband. “My feet are soft, pink, sweet and callous-free because he bathes, oils and massages them almost every day. He thinks my size-five feet are divine and won’t have them marred by any hardening or imperfection. Which is a big job, since he keeps me in outrageous high-heel fashions sixteen hours a day.”
“Ain’t nothin’ prettier than a white lady with pretty little feet, I got to admit,” the black colossus boomed while squeezing and massaging my tiny pink toes. Staring at me with a serious expression, he pulled my buoyant body through the water so I landed in his lap.
“Well, damn, you are beautiful, soft and sweet all over!” he boomed happily. ‘What’s your name, doll?”
I said that people in fact called me Doll. Everyone laughed. I felt as if my body almost glowed in the lap of this hulking dark stud. He turned me through the water in his powerful hands, so I was straddled on his lap, facing away from him across the whirlpool, where the millionairess sat next to Allen.
Massaging me with his incredible hands, he whispered, “Do you listen to the blondes getting blacked?”
“Yes,” I whispered back.
“Does your husband like it too?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” I said wickedly.
“You don’t have any big black lovers, but you want some,” he said. Allen and I just stared at each other. But my body answered for me. I trembled like a leaf in his lap, my entire body burning and flushing hot pink.
“I’ll break you in gently, Doll,” he said. “I’ll be by your room in half an hour.”
They stood up to leave. The millionairess stroked my hair as she left, saying, “You are gonna do just fine, Doll.”
Back in our room, Allen said, “You’re going through with this?”
I said that if he didn’t want me to, I wouldn’t.
He said, “If you want to try it, you have my blessing.”
I kissed him and assured him it was just play. I could never love another man.
I washed and dressed nervously. I even shaved my pussy, knowing how men go for that. I put my hair up but left a few curls dangling seductively. I wore a silver chain around my narrow waist, a tiara in my hair and six-inch silver high-heeled sandals on my feet. For a woman my size, a six-inch heel is as high as is anatomically possible. The only lingerie I had packed was from my wedding night: snow-white stockings, a lace for around the neck, and a lacy white bustier. I perfumed and put on trashy makeup, going heavy on Allen’s favorite shade of red lipstick.
There was a knock at the door. Allen admitted the blonde goddess and her black stallion. She seated herself, while he circled around me, appraising. He sat me on the dresser and massaged and licked my ankles, saying how beautiful my feet and legs were.
He pressed his tongue between my toes and the shoe’s sole, then licked under and between my toes and did the same with my insteps and heels. It fed my vanity to have this stud worshiping my feet.
I trembled as he moved up my body, kissing and pressing me to him. Moving behind me, he kneaded the flesh of my flat stomach and worked his way up to my already-swollen nipples. He leaned my head back and tongue-massaged my mouth. I started to whimper.
My voice cracked as I repeated to my husband what he whispered to me: “I want you to jerk off watching me get blacked.” The millionairess helped him pull out his cock, and encouraged him to start stroking.
Again I was lifted onto the dresser, this time with my back to the stud. He had me lower my ass to his mouth, pushed my lingerie aside and began tonguing my butt. His mouth on my asshole and shaved pussy was bringing me near orgasm. Sensing my need, he stuck his tongue deep in my anus while fingering my clit quicker and harder. I let out excited cries while gyrating and lathering his face with my juice and his saliva.
The giant led me next to my husband and had me kneel. He said he knew my husband would want to see this clearly. He stepped out of his shorts. Sure enough, his still-flaccid cock was big as a beer can. I fondled it and licked at it, and it began to swell. Nearing full size, it was as huge as one of those ultrasize dildos in the catalogs. I could barely get the head in my mouth without scraping my teeth on it.
As I worked the monster with my hands and mouth, I noticed that fluid was already dribbling out of my husband’s cock. The stud positioned me on the bed and mounted me missionary-style, kissing me all the while. I kissed him back. I used my hips to slicken his cock with my pussy juice and raised my feet to give him access to my womb.
It was an incredible feeling when his apple-size cockhead entered me. I looked over at my husband and saw gobs of come oozing out of his fist.
While allowing me time to adjust to the incredible spreading of my vagina, the giant asked how long my husband’s penis was. I said about four inches. He said that that was all he would give me of his cock unless I wanted more.
He began a slow pulsing motion. Eventually he was stroking me smoothly with what he said was four inches. It felt like so much more, and of course it was, his cock being so much bigger around. I was already coming, wailing in ecstasy. It was a G-spot orgasm combined with a clitoral orgasm.
I wasn’t proud. “Please give me more,” I begged.
The black stallion smiled and wrapped the fingers of one of his hands near the base of his cock. Then he began long-stroking me, deeper in me than any man had ever been.
“Five inches,” he announced. “Yeah, girl! Six inches. You are so fucking tight! Seven inches!”
Before he could get past seven inches, I was thrashing and squealing in a very powerful orgasm. He paused to allow me to enjoy my rapture, then continued to advance inside me.
“Seven inches,” he repeated. “God, it’s so hard not coming in you! Eight inches! Doll, you just keep getting tighter and hotter. Nine inches!”
By now I was lost in continuous orgasm. Somewhere in the euphoric haze I heard my husband repeating, “My wife is so beautiful, see how she comes, she’s so beautiful, so beautiful!”
And damn, I felt beautiful. My body was rocking from my toes to my nose. My whole body seemed to be vibrating and squeezing around the incredible black cock pushing so thoroughly, so thickly, so deeply in my milk-white body.
“Ten inches,” he said.
I didn’t know if there was any more to come, or how much, but I knew that that was it for me, and I told him so. He seemed very pleased with himself.
“Got you bottomed out, huh, Doll? Okay, now we’re gonna do some real fucking. Anytime it’s too much for you, you just let me know. Give me a good swift kick.”
With that he began to twist and hump and screw like a real pro, long-stroking me with those ten inches. I thrashed and wailed in abandon. Something incredible welled up in me. Pleasure points throughout my body were maxing out. My mind was wholly overcome with “black lust.” The feeling welled up my body, reaching focus in my abdomen, and then, suddenly, it hit.
What an orgasm! My body went rigid, and my mind went numb. For a few straining moments I didn’t breathe. Then, as if I were coming up from under water, my lungs opened and I gulped in deep breaths. Wheezing and panting, I regained my senses.
My lover gave me the moment I needed to recover from my nonstop orgasms, pulling out so just his fat cockhead remained in me. As my head cleared, I was feeling was. the magic of interracial loving. My first time, and I knew I was hooked.
I held the man tight and told him how wonderful he made me feel. He’d given me beyond a doubt the most incredible sex I’d ever had. He said he’d love to please me regularly and whispered his phone number in my ear. I did not forget it!
He still hadn’t come. I apologized that I couldn’t take anymore and offered to blow and jerk him off, but he thanked me and turned to the millionairess. She all but jumped on the bed and straddled him. It wasn’t long before that black missile was buried inside her, and not much longer before she was rocked by the very same consciousness-threatening orgasms I had just experienced. She was screaming through another orgasm when he finally let loose of his load inside her.
Allen and I had cuddled as we watched the enraptured lovers. Now, as it became obvious that the man was growing hard again inside the woman, Allen suggested we let them be. We dressed quickly and went for a walk, gradually putting the cries and pants of the lovemakers behind us. I pressed my body close to my husband’s, and assured him of my love. But I also told him I could not live happily without a big black lover, now that I know what all the fuss is about.
I still don’t know what the attraction between black male and beautiful blonde is. It’s not just giant dicks. I’d have come wildly had my first black man been average-sized. Is it the taboo? The contrast? The naughtiness? I can say that an awful lot of black men will go way out of their way to seduce a pretty blonde, and many blondes, once seduced, are never quite satisfied by any but black men.
So I know I speak on behalf of an awful lot of us when I say, The bigger and, yes, the blacker, the better!—T.N., Cleveland, Ohio
Since graduating from college three years ago I attended on a basketball scholarship, while getting a business degree with a minor in English , I have worked for a small family manufacturing concern, where I am the business manager, accountant and write advertising copy. Last summer the owners closed the place for two weeks to give everyone a vacation. They kicked things off with a party at their house.
It was a pleasant enough gathering. I spent part of the evening talking with my bosses’ neighbors, a white couple in their mid-forties. I am black. Max was some kind of executive at a large company, Lily a tax accountant. I talked sports with Max and taxes with Lily, an attractive blonde with long legs and large breasts. She wore a tight T-shirt, a short denim skirt and a lot more makeup than I’m used to. She seemed to be looking me over pretty closely, but I couldn’t be sure. Next day I left for vacation and didn’t think about it anymore.
On our first day back at work, Sally, my boss, asked me to come in her office. She seemed serious, but hastened to tell me that this wasn’t work-related, and that my job wouldn’t be affected in any way. I was all the more curious to find out what this was all about.
“Do you remember my neighbor Lily, from the party?” she asked. I said yes. She went on, “Well, she asked me for your phone number, because she wants to ask you out.”
I was shocked, and asked Sally what she thought I should do.
“Well,” she said, “I’ve known Lily for sixteen years, and we’re friends, but the fact is that she has a lot of affairs, mostly with younger black men like yourself. She asked me about you because you work for me, but if it’s not you, it’ll be someone else. She’s probably been with at least a dozen guys since I’ve known her. So you should do what you want. She wasn’t sure how you’d feel about seeing an older, married white woman. Her husband has found out about a couple of her escapades, but there are a lot more he has no clue about. He’s still crazy about her, though, and always forgives her. They’ve been married over twenty-five years.”
I had never been with an older woman, a married woman or a white woman. It seemed I could take care of all three in one shot. But I was curious. “How old is she anyway?” I asked.
“Lily?” Sally said. “She’s fifty-one.”
Wow, I thought, she’s twice as old as I am! For some reason, that seemed exciting. “Well,” I said, “I guess there’s no harm in giving her my phone number.”
“Okay,” Sally said. “But do me a favor. If you decide to see her, use discretion. They’re my neighbors.”
A few days later my phone rang, and it was Lily. “Hello, Garrett,” she said. “This is Lily, Sally’s friend. I think you know she gave me your number. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, I don’t mind,” I said.
“Did Sally tell you why I wanted to call?” she asked.
I said that Sally thought she wanted to ask me for a date.
“That’s right,” she said. “Well, what do you think?”
I said I was game, and asked what she would like to do.
“Well,” she said, “I’m a married woman. What do you think I’d like to do?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Go dancing?”
She laughed, then said, “Well, we could call it that, but it’ll be very close dancing.” She paused for a moment, then said, “How about Friday night?”
I said Friday would be fine. Lily said she would check into a hotel at the airport that afternoon. She asked what time I could get there if I left right from work, and I said about five or five-thirty. “Great,” she said. She gave me her cell-phone number, and said to call her from the lobby and she would give me the room number.
This woman had it all figured out!
At ten after five on Friday, I knocked on the door of her hotel room. The door opened, and Lily showed me in. She was wearing a red silk baby-doll nightie and matching high heels. Her blonde hair was teased up high, and she had even more makeup on than she’d had at the party. As I walked in behind her, I saw the bottom of her ass cheeks peeking out of the short baby-doll. Obviously she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Help yourself to the bar,” she said. “I’m having a martini.” I went over to a table with some bottles and glasses, poured some Scotch over ice and took a swallow. I put the glass down as she came over and stood close to me. She had the radio on, playing soft rock. She put her arms around my shoulders.
“You said we could dance,” she said.
I put my arms around her waist, and we swayed to the music. She began grinding her crotch against mine and kissing my neck, and I got an erection almost immediately. The fact that she was my first older, married woman excited me. The idea that we were about to have sex made it even more intense.
Lily whispered, “I’ve been horny for you for three days. I thought today would never come.” I said I felt the same way. When we finished the dance, she walked over to the table and sat down, sipping at her drink. I came over and took another gulp from mine.
She said, “Why don’t you get out of those clothes so I can suck your cock?”
That was pretty blunt, and caught me off guard. “Really?” I said.
“Oh yeah,” she said.
She watched closely as I took off my shirt and unbuckled my pants. I had a monster erection and was a little self-conscious as I pulled down my boxers.
“Oh, it’s a beauty,” Lily said.
I sat down to get my shoes off, then took my pants off the rest of the way.
“Lie down and relax,” she said, “and let me take care of that lovely hard-on.”
I sat on the edge of bed, then lay down with my head against the headboard. Lily stood up, finished her drink, then joined me on the bed. She had a big smile. We kissed deeply, and her hand wrapped around my cock. She began working her way down my body with little licks and kisses until she got close to my dick. She straddled one of my legs, and I felt her wet cunt on my skin. Her face hovered over my crotch. She gave me another big smile and took my cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my pole. I’d never had a blowjob like this. I hadn’t come for about a week, and knew I couldn’t last long.
Lily took my balls in her mouth, first one, then the other, then both. She rolled them around in her mouth as she stroked my cock with her hand. My load started to build. She worked on my cock with long, slow strokes, and a minute later I exploded deep in her mouth. She raised her head and swallowed, then gave me another big smile and went right back down on me, really turning up the suction and continuing to pump me with her hand. I felt my balls draining as she sucked out every last drop. When she did, she eased off my cock, simply holding it in her mouth. She looked in my eyes as she rolled my load around on her tongue. She parted her lips enough so I could see her mouth filled with jism. Still looking in my eyes, she swallowed it all, slowly and calmly.
“God, I love black come,” she said, smiling at me again. She lay on top of me and began kissing my neck. “Well, are you glad you came?” she asked. I said I sure was. She laughed and said, “I meant, are you glad you came here today? I guess you thought I meant, are you glad you came in my mouth?”
“I’m damn glad of both,” I said, and she laughed again.
As we lay there on the bed, my hands began exploring her body. I took off her nightgown and looked her over. She was slightly chubby but very beautiful. My hands cupped her breasts, which didn’t sag as I’d expected they would.
“Yes, they’re implants,” she said. “Does that bother you?” I said no, and worked her nipples over with my mouth. After a few minutes she said, “Well, I’m married, so I guess what we just did makes me a bad girl. You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?”
“They get fucked,” I said.
“Yes, but they also get a good working-over,” Lily said. “Why don’t you give me a good working-over?” With that she rolled over to lie on her stomach, and I gave her a playful tap on her creamy white ass. “No,” she said. “A real working-over. Let me feel it.” I began massaging her ass with real energy, and she said, “That’s more like it.”
I continued to knead her ass, applying as much pressure as I could. I could feel her skin tingling in response to my touch and beginning to get very warm. “Don’t stop yet,” she said, so I kept up the treatment. My hands were beginning to tire with all my muscular exertion, and it seemed as if she couldn’t get enough of it. Also, I couldn’t help but notice that my cock was getting stiff again.
“Oh yes, I’ll be good,” she said finally. “I’ll be so good for you.” I worked her ass for another minute or two. Then she turned over again, and we kissed.
“Well, what did you think of my ass?” she asked.
“Very nice,” I replied.
“I want you to fuck me there,” she said. This was a new one for me, and I soon had a massive erection.
“If that’s what you want,” I said, “then that’s what we’ll do.” Lily went back to work on my cock with her mouth.
“I just want to get you wet,” she said as she slobbered my cock with saliva. Then she positioned herself on all fours in the middle of the bed. “Okay,” she said, “ass-fuck me.”
I knelt behind her and guided my throbbing cock toward her puckered little asshole. It seemed to me that it would be impossible to get in there, but I pressed the head up against it and started to push in. It was definitely a tight squeeze.
“Shouldn’t we use some lube?” I said.
“No, I like it natural,” she said. “Rub some more spit on it.” I spat in my hand and rubbed it over my cock.
“God, you are huge,” she said. “Let me back onto it.” She said to spread my knees a bit. Then she put her feet between them and spread her legs farther apart. She moaned as she worked the head of my cock slowly in her ass. Once the head was in, the rest of my cock slid in pretty easily. “Okay,” she said, “now fuck my brains out, baby.”
I began stroking my cock in her ass. I didn’t want to slip out, so I was slow and careful. It felt great, and I began to pick up speed and lengthen my strokes.
“Oh yes!” she said. “That’s t, fuck that ass! Fuck it good!”
I began really pounding her now. My dick was stiff as a board, but since she had drained me just few minutes before, I didn’t feel anywhere near coming. I pumped her ass for a good five minutes, and she worked her pussy with her hand. I felt her body shudder as she came, but I just kept fucking her.
“I’m going to lie down now,” she said. “Don’t let it slip out.” I stopped the action with my cock buried inside her while she grabbed a couple of pillows. She put one under her hips and another one under her chest.
“Okay,” she said. “Let’s move down slowly.” We moved forward together until I was lying on top of her. Now I was able to get better leverage and to drive in her ass with a lot more energy. “Oh yes,” she said. “That’s it, baby.”
I was starting to lose strength, but I continued to fuck her ass with everything I had. After another five minutes or so, I finally felt my load starting to build up. My cock seemed to get even harder. She must have felt it too.
“Don’t come there,” she said. “I want you to jack off in my mouth.”
I said okay and stopped plowing her. I pulled out slowly, and she rolled off the pillows onto her back. She opened her mouth wide and waved me toward her face. I felt like I was in a porn video as I pointed my cock at her open mouth and began pumping it with my hand. Finally my load spurted in her mouth, and again she swallowed it all. Then she took my dick in her mouth to finish the job, sucking for all she was worth.
When I was drained, she smiled up at me, breathing heavily. “That was fantastic,” she said. “Did you like it?”
“I sure did,” I answered.
We lay on the bed and talked for a while. She asked if I would like to do this sort of thing on a regular basis, and of course I said yes.
That was about four months ago, and we still get together about three days a week, either at a hotel or at her place or mine. Sometimes Lily will drop in on a Saturday to give me a surprise blowjob if she’s out shopping. Her husband goes out with his buddies every Friday night, so we have about three hours together for more ass-fucking.
I know that this can’t go on forever, but that doesn’t stop me from hoping that it will. With Lily I’ve been enjoying the greatest sex of my life. In my wildest dreams I would never have imagined that I would wind up in love with a fifty-one-year-old married white woman.–Name and address withheld
Big black cocks! Big black cocks! That is all I kept reading, hearing and thinking about. I became obsessed with the subject. Is the legend true? Are black cocks bigger than white cocks? Finally I decided to do something about it.
I am a thirty-five-year-old white male. I began to hint to my gorgeous twenty-eight-year-old blonde girlfriend about my curiosity. Cathy let me know that she also wondered about black cocks and that it’s a common fantasy among white women. She knew I had read many stories about white women sucking off and fucking black cocks in front of their white lovers. Is this what I wanted?
“What the hell?” I said. “Let’s do it!”
Cathy began the search. It didn’t take her long to find a well-built twenty-five-year-old black male, six-two and two hundred pounds, who works out at the same gym she does. Cathy let Allen know up front what we were interested in, and he was more than happy to help. We were to start with a few drinks at a local establishment. When we arrived, we were surprised to find that Allen had brought another well-built black male, Larry, to join us, if that was okay. It was! After everyone was feeling good, we moved the party to our house.
Allen and Larry sat on the couch while Cathy changed. They asked me what I was into, and I let them know just about anything. Allen stood up and said that most white men who want to watch their women with black men also have fantasies about sucking black cock. Was this something I wanted to do? I said that was exactly what I wanted! He suggested I get on hands and knees and crawl over to him. As I did, Cathy came out in a sexy teddy, amused to see me in my position. She wanted to know if she was still needed or if I was going to do all the cocksucking.
Allen said there was plenty of black cock to go around. He and Larry then stripped, and Cathy looked at me in disbelief, speechless. I too couldn’t believe the sight. Both cocks were in the ten-inch range. Cathy appeared to be in a trance as she dropped to her knees next to me and began to suck on Larry’s dick. Allen simply stuck his in my mouth. I watched Cathy out of the corner of my eye, but she was totally oblivious to me. I sucked Allen’s dick like I have always wanted to, until I was rewarded with his load of come. Then I watched both men fuck Cathy every way possible. Then when they were done, they simply got dressed and left. Little was said. Nothing needed to be said.
Cathy and I split up not long after that. I think she is totally into black men now. I too have a constant craving to suck more black cock. And I have!–M.E., Detroit, Michigan
Well, what’s a red-blooded brother supposed to do? She was dancing at one of the local clubs, and even though she was a white girl, I saw that she had some rhythm. I am about six feet tall, a pretty good dancer myself, and all the ladies say I am cute, so I asked her to dance. One thing led to another, and we ended up hooking up. And who’s complaining?
Megan was about five-three, with the nicest ass and legs a guy could hope for. She let me do her up the ass, come on her tits and screw her in public places, and she would blow me two or three times a day if I was up to it. There was only one string attached–she was jealous as hell. I didn’t dare look at another girl, or it was World War III. I lost female friends I’d had for years. The sisters couldn’t stand her, but the pussy was so good!
Megan hung out with Paula, an even hotter white girl, about five-eight and gorgeous. She had nice long legs, a flat tummy and big firm tits. Any time Paula joined Megan and myself when we went out dancing, everybody would be looking. A handsome brother with two hot white chicks! I admit that I would sneak peeks at Paula when we all got dressed at my place, but only when Megan wasn’t looking.
Whenever Paula joined us, I would get hard as a rock. Especially when Megan and Paula did what I called their “dyke dance”–the two of them, all decked out in their tight party outfits, bumping and grinding together on the dance floor. I would join in and get even harder, my big dick throbbing inside my pants. But I made sure to grind only with Megan. No need to get her angry, right?
One night Paula called up my place looking for Megan. As the two of them talked, I heard plans being made to go out that night, accompanied by lots of giggling. When Megan hung up she told me that the three of us were going out. Paula had broken up with her boyfriend a goof and was in need of cheering up.
We picked Paula up and went to a local dance bar. The ladies looked scrumptious in their short skirts and summery tops. The tunes were pumping, and we managed to slip onto the packed dance floor. The music always takes me over, and I started working my shit on the floor. Paula and Megan started grinding and pulled me over to them. For the first time Megan encouraged me to bump and grind with Paula. Paula pushed up against me with those heavenly tits and rubbed her mound against my crotch. I was on fire.
Then Megan joined in, taking Paula’s place. Her hands found their way down to my crotch, and she started giving my cock light squeezes and rubs. She may have been a crazy bitch sometimes, but that girl knew how to make me horny! While she was doing that, Paula moved behind me, rubbing her tits against my back and grinding her hips into my ass. Luckily, the floor was so packed that I didn’t have to worry about anyone noticing the huge bulge in my pants.
The whole night went on like that. Usually if a girl just looked at me the wrong way, Megan would be ready to rumble. But now as Paula continued to rub against me, she just laughed and yelled over the music, “She’s feeling down, and we’re going to cheer her up, that’s all!” Later on, when we were getting ready to leave, I almost cried because the night was over.
“Why don’t you two sleep at my place?” Paula asked.
“Sure,” Megan said. “We shouldn’t be drinking and driving anyway, and your place is closer.” We called a cab, and Megan rubbed my dick all the way to Paula’s. When we got there, she floored me even more by asking me, “Do you ever think about a threesome, baby?”
Was this a trick? What should I say? Finally I said what I thought she wanted to hear: “No, baby, you’re all I need.”
“That’s too bad,” she said. Then she disappeared into Paula’s bedroom.
What the fuck was happening, I wondered. After ten minutes of waiting, I went snooping down the hallway. I heard bedsprings creaking, and what I thought were light moans. I peeked around the bedroom door. Sure enough, in the dim light I made out Megan on the bed with her head between Paula’s legs. I heard faint slurping and licking noises, and Paula’s whimpering. Holy fuck! I spied for another full minute, still in shock. Finally I was so fucking turned on that I had to strip.
My cock was stretched out to its full length, smooth and hard, like a black nightstick ready to get down to business. I walked over to the girls, who paused and giggled as I entered the room. I crawled on the bed and got behind Megan. I rubbed her round little butt as my fingers felt for her pussy. She arched her hips, which made it a little easier for me to find her entrance. She was so wet! I finger-fucked her, and she took her face away from Paula’s mound long enough to moan, “Faster.”
I went on like that for another minute or so, slamming my fingers into her cunt and listening to her muffled moans get louder and louder. When I couldn’t take any more I took my dick and worked it in Megan’s pussy from behind. The sight of my big black cock sliding in her, with those firm ass cheeks staring at me, always turned me on. Megan let out another low moan, and I started fucking her with nice deep strokes.
Her pussy was so wet, like warm butter. Our bodies slammed together, and I heard the slap of skin as my hips met her ass. Paula moaned and groaned louder as Megan’s lips returned to her pussy. It felt so nice to be fucking Megan. We had a nice smooth rhythm going, her body rocking back to meet my hard thrusts, jerking and shuddering with every drive into her cunt. Her moans kept getting louder, and every so often she lifted her mouth from Paula’s pussy long enough to gasp out, “Oh yes, right there!” or “Harder!”
I’m usually good for a nice long fuck, but they had worked me up to such a fever that after ten minutes of good hard screwing, I croaked, “I’m gonna come!” and my jism spurted in Megan’s pussy. She rotated her hips to help me along. Before I could recover, she sat up and gobbled my sensitive cock. While she was doing that, Paula swung her big fine tits around, lay down on her back between Megan’s legs and started licking my girlfriend’s semen-filled pussy.
It didn’t take long for my dick to get hard again, with Megan’s lips wrapped around it, while moans and gasps came from her mouth as Paula did a number on her box. Her face was delirious with pleasure. Catching her eye, I motioned toward Paula and was given a slight nod that meant “go ahead.”
As I crawled around on the bed to get to Paula, Megan came with a long groan. “Oh yes!” she cried, her hips shaking with the force of her orgasm. When she was done she flipped over on her side to watch as I rubbed my dark-chocolate cock against Paula’s cunt lips. Paula looked up at me with excited eyes. She looked so good, with the nipples on her big tits standing erect.
I had long fantasized about this moment, and by the look in her eyes, I thought Paula had too. I slowly sank my dick in her. She placed her hands on my chest until I had my whole stick inside her. Her pussy was so tight and snug, it felt like heaven. She whimpered softly as I began a slow stroking motion. She pulled me closer to her and kissed me full on the mouth as I continued to spear her with my dick. Her pussy walls clutched at my cock like they were trying to squeeze semen out of me.
By this time Megan had recovered. She started to kiss Paula as I put more power in my thrusts. Paula’s big tits were shaking as the force of my fucking drove her into the mattress. When I leaned forward and sucked on a nipple, Paula moaned really loud.
This time around I knew I would last longer, since I had just come with Megan, so I set out to give Paula the fuck of her life. I drilled her harder and harder. Her moans got louder. I put one hand beneath her to grab a handful of ass, and worked a finger in her butt crack.
Paula totally lost it. “Deeper!” she cried. “Fuck me deeper! Yeah, oh yeah!”
My hips picked up the tempo, while Megan continued to kiss her, pausing only to nibble at her nipples. The bed was creaking loudly, and I thought it would collapse before Paula finally came. Her whole body shook as pussy juice flooded her cunt and coated my cock. “Oh God, yes! Oh!” She went on moaning for a good minute as tremors shook her body. I was still hard, and I began to work up the tempo again, rotating my hips like I did on the dance floor. Soon Paula was going crazy again, yelling, “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” She didn’t have to worry.
I didn’t want Megan to feel left out, so I grabbed Paula and pulled her into a sitting position on top of me, with my dick still inside her. Then I lay back. Megan got the hint and came over to sit on my face, facing Paula. Her tangy pussy was over my mouth, her well-shaped ass cheeks draped over my nose. I began to lick and slurp away, and she started to moan again. Paula began to hump me with all her power. She’s not a small girl like Megan, so the bed was really creaking now.
With every motion of her hips I felt Paula’s tight pussy sliding up and down my cock. Megan’s pussy was so wet that her juices were flooding my mouth and nose. Although I couldn’t see, I reached up and grabbed Paula’s big tits. I remember thinking, I’ve got a mouthful of pussy, two handfuls of tit and a gorgeous white girl riding my dick like it’s going out of style! It doesn’t get any better! That sent me over the edge. I felt the throbbing of my cock as come shot out. I came so hard, I thought I would send Paula flying. I managed to grab her waist and pull her even deeper on my pole as semen flooded her pussy. God, life was good!
The sex was so good for all of us that things went on like that for two months. Three or four times a week we would get together for a group fuck. How Megan could be so jealous over other girls–which she still was–but still let her best friend fuck my brains out, I will never know. All my guy friends wanted to get in on the action, but the girls said no, because they felt comfortable with just me. So the guys called me a selfish motherfucker, to which my reply was, Hey, fellas, fuck you!
But all good things come to an end sooner or later. Paula finally took her ex-boyfriend back he’s still a goof , and Megan left me for an older sugar daddy with lots of bucks. After she left, I started winning back some long-lost friends that she had driven away. I promised myself that I would never let a woman run my life again, no matter how good the pussy was. Still, it sure as hell was good! So I guess you never know.–R.V., Wheeling, West Virginia
I have been married for six years, and whenever we make love, we fantasize about Kelly having sex with a black man. She is twenty-six, five-six, a hundred and eight pounds, with medium-size breasts, and frequenting the tanning bed gives her a great tan all over.
I was attending a conference in San Francisco, and the following weekend Kelly came down for a mini-vacation. While we were there a jazz festival was going on, so we decided to attend. It was a Friday, and very hot. We got there and picked a stage where we would just stay all day. We found a place up close, laid out our blanket and settled in. Half an hour later, two black gentlemen grabbed the spot next to us.
It started to rain, and there was no shelter except for garbage bags the two black men had brought with them. They offered us a couple, and we used them to stay somewhat dry. We were pretty wet, though. I noticed that Kelly’s nipples were showing through her white blouse. I also noticed that the two black guys saw the same thing, and boy, were they staring! As the day went on we got to talking, and Kelly even danced a few songs with them. Once I left to go get us some drinks, which we had been doing frequently. When I returned, Kelly was sitting between the two black guys.
It was getting late, and we were getting ready to leave when Alex, the older guy, who I guess was in his late forties, and Ray, who was twenty-one or twenty-two, asked us how we had gotten to the fairground. We said we had come by a bus that picked us up at our hotel. Alex offered to give us a ride back to the hotel. We were both tired and said that sounded great, so off we went.
In the car I asked the guys if they would stop in for a drink at the bar. That was the least we could do for the ride back. They agreed. We wound up having several drinks, and talking about what we were going to do that night.
Alex offered some ideas and said, “Since you’re visitors, let us show you around some of the jazz clubs.”
We said that was a great idea. We went up to our room to shower and change. Kelly put on a red miniskirt, a very low-cut black top and red heels. She looked fantastic. When we met Alex and Ray in the lounge, they about died. As we went from club to club, our drink total began to mount. It was getting late, and we said it was getting to be time for us to head back.
When Kelly got up to go to the rest room, Alex said to me, “Your wife is a very attractive woman. I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight. If you did, and wanted to repay us in any way, I’m sure we could think of something that would do it.” With that he just smiled.
At first I didn’t know what he meant. But when Kelly returned and he looked at her, then me, and said that would be a hell of a payback, finally it hit me. He was talking about having sex with my wife. At first I was mad, but as I thought about it, it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. My fantasy might finally come true.
When we got back to the hotel, Kelly and I got out of the car. I walked over to Alex and told him to park and wait in the lounge. When I got Kelly up to our room, I would talk to her about his idea.
He said, “Are you kidding?”
I said, “If I’m not back down in a half hour, it’s a no, and thanks and sorry for your time.” Kelly, who was a little drunk, hugged them both and said thanks, and off we went to our room.
In the elevator, I put my arms around Kelly and told her that Alex and Ray had the hots for her. She laughed and said she thought Ray was pretty good-looking. I kept the conversation going all the way up to the room. Inside, I pointed out that we had always talked about swinging with other couples and fantasized about her having sex with a black man. This could be the perfect opportunity.
She looked at me and asked if I was serious. I said, “Why not?”
She said, “Why didn’t you say something sooner, before they left?”
I told her they had planned to use the hotel rest room, and there might still be time to catch them. She said to go for it. So off I went. They weren’t in the lounge when I got there. As I was about to leave, I met them coming in. Alex said parking had taken longer than they expected. I told them they were invited up to our room. Kelly seemed all for it.
I was nervous riding up in the elevator. Alex asked what Kelly enjoys most during sex. I told him blowjobs are her favorite, and definitely no anal sex. That was one thing I never could get her to try. As we walked in the room, Kelly was sitting on the end of the bed, still in the clothes she had been wearing. I told her I had found the guys and they wanted to party some more. I went over to the corner of the room and sat in a chair there. Alex and Ray stood in front of Kelly.
Alex said, “Why don’t you take off your top and show us what we’re about to get?” At first, Kelly hesitated.
Ray said, “We can’t begin to party unless you start.”
Kelly looked at me. I nodded. Slowly, she removed her top, baring her beautiful tan, round breasts. Then she said, “I showed you something. Now one of you show me what I’m going to get.”
Alex looked at Ray and said to drop his pants to show Kelly what he was going to put in her mouth and pussy. With no hesitation Ray began removing his pants and shirt. As he pulled down his pants, you could tell through his boxers that he was well-hung, and when he removed them, out sprang this long, black, shiny cock, which made Kelly gasp with amazement.
Now it was her turn again. She stood up, and off came her skirt. To my amazement, she was wearing no panties. Her tan little ass was exposed, and then her gorgeous trimmed pussy.
Alex removed his clothes. His dick was nowhere near the size of Ray’s, but it was uncut and very fat. When Kelly saw it she said it was two dreams come true–not just a black cock, but an uncut cock, both things she had always wanted to try. The two men walked up to her, one on each side. She put one hand on each cock and stroked slowly, sliding her hands up and down. The head of Alex’s cock would come out from under the foreskin, and Ray’s got longer and harder. Kelly took Alex’s cock in her mouth first, then after a few strokes pulled away and took Ray’s, pulling it out and running her tongue out to his balls and then up the shaft to the tip, then drawing it back in her mouth.
This went on for quite some time. Then Alex said to lie back on the bed and let her head hang over the side. He told Ray to eat her pussy while he fucked her in the mouth. Ray got on the bed and started to eat her pussy, and Alex stood over her face and placed his cock back in her mouth. She moaned with each lick Ray took and each thrust Alex put in her mouth. This lasted for quite some time. There was nothing she liked better than to suck cock.
Finally Ray stood up and knelt in front of Kelly. He took his cock in his hand and guided it in her pussy–very slowly at first, but then, after he was in, fucking her fast and hard, shoving his long cock deep inside her. This really got her going. Her pussy now was as juicy as I’d ever seen it. You could hear Ray’s cock going in and out.
The men then traded places. By now Alex was good and fat. He didn’t mess around. He just thrust his cock in Kelly, and out came another large gasp. Ray now repositioned her on the bed. He sat over her chest and started tit-fucking her, putting his hands behind her head to lift her head so he could get his cock in her mouth. They kept switching off, putting her in different positions.
When Kelly was kneeling on all fours with Alex’s cock in her mouth and Ray fucking her doggie-style, Ray left the bed to go to the bathroom. Returning soon, he motioned to Alex to keep Kelly busy, meanwhile putting something on his cock, which he seemed to have slicked up with lotion in the bathroom. Then he climbed on the bed, looked at Alex and said, “Let’s rock and roll.”
With that, Alex wrapped his legs around Kelly’s shoulders, and Ray positioned himself behind her, took his cock in one hand and with the other hand raised her ass in the air. Before I knew it, he was shoving his cock in her ass. She moved around a lot until he was in and settled into a rhythm. Then she settled down a bit. Alex removed his legs from around her shoulders and slid his body down underneath her. She moaned softly as Alex inserted his cock in her pussy. My wife was getting penetration from two black cocks!
They fucked her like this for a while. Then Kelly rolled over, and both of the men pulled out. She rolled onto her back, and they knelt next to her. They stroked their cocks fast and hard until Ray came on her and she opened wide to take Alex’s big gusher in her mouth. With no hesitation, she took all the come they could feed her. And before the night was over each had taken a few more turns fucking her in the ass and coming inside her.
After they left Kelly lay there exhausted, but was at least willing to give me a thank-you blowjob for the experience I had made possible for her. Since that night our sex–especially anal sex–has been great, and we are in the process of making arrangements to hook up with a black swinging couple we found. Maybe I can fulfill my other fantasy, of fucking a black girl and coming in her mouth. I’ll let you know what happens.
If there are any girls out there who have thought about black cock, I say, go for it! My wife has never had any regrets.–N.T., Portland, Oregon
Over the last two years my wife and I have been reading Penthouse Letters together, and we enjoy it very much. We both get really hot reading the letters about husbands letting their wives date and have sex with other men, especially those involving white housewives and black men.
Nikki and I have been married for ten years and have two children. I had a vasectomy a couple of years ago, and we both found that without the risk of pregnancy, some of the zip went out of our sex life. We still enjoyed sex with each other, but it wasn’t really the same. But the thought of Nikki having sex with other men, particularly black men, was a great turn-on for both of us.
Once we began to discuss this subject seriously, Nikki came up with a surprise. She said there were two guys where she worked who had been hitting on her. Their names were Burt and Eldon. She said they were both very black and very sexy, and it made her wet just thinking about fucking them. She said that after I had my vasectomy, she would even sometimes fantasize about them while we made love. The thought of having their potent sperm flooding her womb would get her off every time. The imagined risk of pregnancy increased the pleasure of the fantasy. She said the only reason she hadn’t accepted their advances was the fear that if she got pregnant by one of them, it might destroy our marriage.
After a lot of discussion, mostly in bed with my face between my wife’s legs, the decision was made. Nikki would start dating Burt and Eldon, and add more black lovers as time went along. Since the risk of pregnancy was such a big part of her arousal, she would sleep with them without using any birth control or protection of any kind. If she got pregnant, she would have the baby and we would raise it as if it were our own.
Nikki gave me a deep kiss as she left for work the morning after we made this decision, telling me she would call me if anything happened with Burt or Eldon. Shortly after lunch she did call, sounding very excited. She said she had met Eldon on the elevator, and he had asked her when she was going to break down and go out with him.
She totally surprised him when she said, “How about Friday night?”
Eldon thought she was kidding at first, but when he saw she was serious, he asked her why they had to wait till Friday night. Nikki then reached over and squeezed his cock as she said, “Since we don’t have to work the next day, we won’t have to worry about getting home early.”
Eldon’s cock got as hard as a rock in her hand, so she gave him an open-mouthed kiss and sucked on his tongue until the elevator stopped. On her way out of the elevator, she told him to pick her up Friday at seven o’clock.
After she told me this, Nikki said, “I’ll be home a little late tonight, honey. I want to stop and get some new clothes for Eldon to enjoy me in.”
I hung up the phone with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, and my cock as hard as it had ever been. I had to take it out and rub it until I came. This was really going to happen! My pretty blonde wife, five foot two and eyes of blue, the mother of our two beautiful children, was going to get naked and fuck a virile black stud who might end up getting her pregnant. What a rush!
All day Friday at work, a hundred scenarios of what would happen that night ran through my mind. All of them ended with Eldon’s massive black manhood blasting his load of love juice deep inside Nikki. And she would climax violently as she felt his hot semen shoot in her.
When I got home, Nikki was soaking in a perfumed tub, getting as clean as she could for Eldon. When she finished, she began to get dressed for her date.
First she put on a red garter belt and sheer stockings, which framed her neatly trimmed blonde bush. Over these she drew on a pair of thong panties. She said this was so Eldon could remove her panties and fuck her without having to take off the garter belt and stockings.
Next came a white lace bra, which just barely covered her beautiful size-C breasts, and a sheer white blouse, through which the bra was clearly visible. She finished the job off with a red miniskirt and red high-heeled pumps.
As I looked at her, my cock got hard again. But there was no time to fool around. She finished with her hair and makeup just as we heard the doorbell. Eldon was right on time.
She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and said I should wait up for her if I wanted sloppy seconds and was able to handle it. I told her to come home without cleaning up at all, as I wanted to smell, taste and enjoy her after her black lover had fucked her.
I went in the family room and watched through the crack in the door as Nikki let Eldon in. He was smiling from ear to ear as he took in the view of her sensuous body. He led her out of the house with a huge black hand on her ass.
When they were gone, I went to the window and watched as he opened the car door for her, then went around to his side and got in. I saw him put his hand between her legs. Then I saw her kissing him as they drove away.
Again I had that strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew that the next time I saw my wife, she would have Eldon’s sperm in her fertile womb. They might even conceive a baby that night. My cock was so hard, and I was so turned on, that this time I came in my pants without even touching my prick. I made myself some dinner and then settled down and tried to watch television, but my mind was on what Eldon was doing to my wife at each moment.
Time went by very slowly, until about three in the morning I finally heard the door open and close, and Nikki came in. She came over to me with a very large and satisfied smile on her face. Her hair was mussed, her makeup was smeared, her bra and panties were missing, and there was dried come on the inside of her leg. Her breath smelled like semen, and through the thin material of the blouse I could see hickeys all over her breasts.
I gave her a deep kiss, then went down between her legs. I ate her well-fucked pussy, savoring the taste of the man who had just fucked my wife silly. As I ate her pussy, she told me all about her evening.
She said they had gone out to dinner and then dancing, until about midnight. Then they went to Eldon’s place, where she took off her blouse and skirt while he got naked. He pulled off her bra and went to work on her breasts. He sucked them hard, nibbling her nipples and making her moan as he drew her over to the couch.
Once there, Eldon ripped off Nikki’s panties and put the head of his penis up against the entrance to her love tunnel. She said his penis was maybe one and a half times the size of mine, in both length and girth. It looked fantastic, she said, and it felt even better as it entered her pussy.
That huge rod went deeper than I ever could, and when he was all the way in, she was already on the verge of orgasm. He started to pump her very hard and fast, and in a couple of minutes he groaned and she felt his semen entering her. This pushed her over the edge to climax, an orgasm so intense that she almost passed out from the pleasure of it.
They just lay there in each other’s arms, his penis still inside her, until finally he went soft. Then she went down on him, sucking him until he got hard again. She said the taste of his semen on his black dick got her hot and ready for him. This time they fucked slowly for about forty-five minutes before Eldon stiffened and blasted another load in her.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke up about two in the morning. Eldon fucked her one last time, hard and fast, and blasted still another load inside her before they decided to call it a night. Her bra and panties were both torn, so she just put on her blouse and skirt, and he drove her home.
I was so excited from listening to Nikki’s story and from eating her come-filled pussy that I could hardly control myself, and we finished off the night with me having sloppy seconds. Bathing my cock in another man’s semen inside my wife’s vagina–well, it was an unbelievably fantastic sensation.
When I asked Nikki how she felt about her evening with Eldon, she said she had enjoyed it so much that she made another date with him, for the following Friday night. She asked if I was all right with this, and I told her to go for it, as I had never experienced such emotions. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and spent the weekend making love to each other like newlyweds.
Nikki’s night with Eldon put the zing back in our love life. But even though the sex we had was great, she couldn’t wait to get that big black prick of his back inside her.
On Tuesday evening, Nikki told me that Burt had approached her that day at the copying machine. It seemed that Eldon had been bragging to him about their evening together, and he wanted to know if she would be willing to date him as well. She agreed to go on a date with him Saturday night. So that weekend she spent Friday night with Eldon and Saturday night with Burt. Her night with Burt was every bit as exciting and fulfilling as her session with Eldon had been.
From then on, my wife would fuck Eldon every Friday night and Burt every Saturday while I stayed home with the kids. Each night when she came home from her date, I would bury my face between her legs and taste her lover’s semen, then enjoy sloppy seconds. The excitement of plunging my cock in my wife, knowing that some of her black lover’s sperm was still inside her, never failed to make me come within moments.
After one of these post-date sessions, I told Nikki that I would love to watch her and her lovers fucking. She said she would invite Burt over to the house one night after the kids were in bed. I could watch from the closet while she and Burt used our marital bed to fuck their brains out.
It was a Tuesday evening about ten when Burt came over. As soon as we heard the doorbell ring, I headed for the bedroom closet. My heart pounded as I listened to them talking in the living room. I heard Nikki offer Burt a drink before leading him to the bedroom. When they came into view, I got my first look at one of the studs who had been fucking my wife. He was about six feet tall and about two hundred pounds, with a very muscular torso.
They wasted no time in getting out of their clothes. In a minute Burt was completely naked and Nikki had on only her garter belt, stockings and pumps. Burt’s penis was way larger than mine, and he was uncut, adding to the excitement.
Watching from the closet, I tried not to breathe too loudly as Burt laid Nikki on the bed and climbed on top of her. She spread her legs and helped guide his huge prick to the entrance of her vagina. He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down her slit till he could get the head inside. Then he worked his manhood slowly back and forth until it was all the way in.
Now Burt started to piston in and out of Nikki, and soon she was groaning with passion. Their open mouths were fused together as they sucked on each other’s tongue. The contrast of Burt’s huge black body moving against that of my tiny white wife was an incredible turn-on. I was looking right at his pumping ass, thrusting cock and huge balls as he fucked my beautiful blonde wife so powerfully in our marital bed.
Burt was moving faster and faster, plunging deeper into my wife’s cunt, until finally he stiffened and blasted a load deep in Nikki. I saw the come coating his black cock as he continued to jab deep in her squirming pussy. She had a huge orgasm as she felt his jism coating the inside of her pussy.
Watching this, I came as well–all over the closet floor! But my orgasm barely diminished my excitement. I could hardly wait as Burt got dressed and left. When he was gone, I rushed out of the closet and buried my face in Nikki’s cunt, tasting the semen that could very well be getting her pregnant. Then we cuddled up and fell asleep.
For the next several months, in addition to continuing to go out with Eldon on Friday nights and Burt on Saturday nights, Nikki had one or the other of the guys come over a couple of nights a week and fuck her in our bed while I watched from the closet. I would shoot my come in a tissue as they blasted their virile sperm in her pussy. After they left, I would eat her out and have sloppy seconds.
As we expected, Nikki eventually got pregnant from her trysts with Burt and Eldon. We don’t know which of them is the father, and we don’t care. We now have a beautiful dark-skinned six-month-old baby boy, along with our two white children.
I often stay home and look after all our children while Nikki goes out with her new black stud boyfriend, Lester. Sometimes he comes over after the children are in bed, and I watch from my place in the closet as he fucks her furiously.
Oh yes, Eldon and Burt are still in the picture as well. Nikki does like variety, and as for me, I say the more the merrier!–P.F., Detroit, Michigan
My husband and I are deeply in love with each other, and I always believed we had a pretty good sex life. Then I stumbled across a collection of Penthouse Letters that Ken had obviously been trying to hide from me. Since I was alone, I started to go through them.
Looking at the dog-eared, crinkled pages, it was easy to see which letters he had been returning to over and over. I was surprised to see that they all centered around guys watching their wives make it with other guys, usually big black ones. Since Ken had never mentioned this kind of thing when we shared our sexual fantasies, I was more than a little surprised. Most of the fantasies we talked about concerned things like fucking in exotic places, or me doing really slutty things for him. The idea of sharing was something new, as was the idea of interracial sex.
I stewed about this discovery for a few days, trying to figure out what my reaction should be. As I said, Ken and I have a very loving, trusting relationship, and if he had come to me and asked if we could open our relationship to include other people, I was sure I would have been secure enough to at least be open to the idea.
I finally decided the best strategy was to confront him with what I had found. The next night, when we were calming down after some steamy sex, I asked Ken if I satisfied him. When he expressed surprise at the question, I told him I had found his little magazine stash, and from the look of it, it seemed obvious that he had fantasies about sharing me with other guys.
After stammering around for a second or two, he finally spit it out. “Look, baby, I love you more than anything, but you are such a hot number that yeah, I’ve been having thoughts about watching you with someone else. I think about seeing some other lucky guy’s big cock in that pretty, talented mouth of yours. I think that would be really hot.”
I thought about that for a minute, then said, “You mean you wouldn’t be jealous if I fucked and sucked some complete stranger? Or does this mean that you want to start fooling around with other girls?”
“No, no. Nothing like that. I have absolutely no desire to be with any woman other than you. I just think it would be so hot to watch you getting it on with some big stud, watching you swallow some big, strange cock. And I wouldn’t get jealous, because I know you love me too, and would never want to leave me.”
“But how would we find someone to do this with?” I asked. “Do you know someone? Or do you think it would be better if we didn’t know them?”
“It should definitely be a stranger,” he said. “If you’re game to try this, leave the details to me. I’ll figure out how to set it up and keep it safe, okay?”
By way of demonstrating my agreement, I simply leaned over and took his now-hard cock straight in my throat and sucked him until he let loose a blast of come. He had already come twice that night. Obviously our conversation had really gotten him excited.
Over the next few weeks, my mind kept wandering to thoughts of getting it on with some big stud. My sex sessions with Ken were explosive, and we were making it more often than when we were first married. We talked about what it would be like when it finally happened, but Ken kept deflecting my questions about the progress he was making in getting it set up.
Then one day when I came home from work, I found him waiting with flowers and a big grin. “Let’s take a trip down to Miami Beach for the weekend,” he suggested. “You’ve been working hard, and you deserve a break.” I knew that this was it, but Ken wouldn’t tell me any details, saying he wanted it all to be a surprise.
We talked about all kinds of things on the trip down, but he kept changing the subject every time I asked about what he had planned. When we checked in, we went right up to our room, where we found a bottle of champagne, with three glasses. I looked at Ken curiously, but he just smiled.
“Why don’t we take a shower after that long drive, dear?” he said. He undressed and headed for the bathroom, and I went along with him.
As soon as we got out of the shower, while I was toweling off, there was a knock at the door. Ken suggested that I answer it. I put on the hotel bathrobe and went to the door. When I opened it, I was treated to the sight of a very large black man completely filling the doorway.
He smiled and said, “Hi, I see you got the champagne I sent up. May I come in?”
I simply stood there with my mouth open for a moment, then moved aside as he entered and closed the door behind him. At that point Ken came out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe and a grin.
“Honey, this is Darryl,” he said. “We’ve been trading notes and phone calls over the past few weeks, and I think he’s just what we’ve been looking for. Let’s have some champagne, and a toast to good, hot, no-strings-attached sex.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Darryl said. I said I would too.
And we did. After we finished the bottle, Darryl said he would like to take a shower as well. As soon as he was in the bathroom, I flung my arms around Ken’s neck and kissed him.
“My God,” I said, “did you see how big he is? Did you see the size of the bulge in his pants? I can’t wait to see the real thing. Thank you so much, dear, for setting this up for me. I can’t believe how exciting it is. How will we begin?”
“Why don’t we let Darryl lead the way?” Ken said. “I’m pretty sure he’s done this sort of thing before.”
A few minutes later Darryl came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped round his waist. “Okay,” he said. “Time to get started, I guess.”
He led me over to the bed, had me sit down and untied my robe. Ken sat in a chair in the corner. Darryl leaned down and gave me a very tender, delicious kiss. Then he slowly pulled the robe down over my shoulders, kissing the flesh that was revealed. When he got to my breasts, he got down on his knees and began to massage, squeeze, kiss and nibble them.
My breasts are very sensitive, and this stimulation, added to the anticipation that had been building up for the past few weeks as I had dreamed of this, got me going in no time flat. For the first time in my life, I came without anybody or anything touching my pussy. As I felt my orgasm coming on, I locked eyes with Ken and saw him smile. All the time I was coming, I just looked at him and mouthed “I love you” over and over.
Of course Darryl didn’t stop there. He opened the robe all the way and laid me down gently on my back. He continued to kiss and lick his way down my body, his mouth following his searching hands. When he started to rub my pussy, it seemed to open in invitation. He parted my cunt lips gently and began to knead my womanhood. He once again had me in a state of the highest excitement.
He smiled before bending down farther and began to use his talented mouth on me. He licked me for several moments, then thrust his tongue in my sex and moved it back and forth as though it was a little dick. He licked my pussy lips again, then moved down to lick my anus, even pushing his tongue right in my asshole. It was magical! This guy really knew how to pleasure a woman.
I was completely immersed in the feelings that were coursing through me, and I lost all track of time as Darryl worked his magic on me. Eventually I couldn’t take any more, and I pulled him up so I could kiss him, tasting my strong flavor in his mouth and all over his face. “That was absolutely wonderful,” I panted.
I pulled him up on the bed until he was kneeling next to my head, then took a deep breath and slowly loosened the towel around his waist. As I pulled it aside, I was greeted by a simply magnificent penis. It was long, thick, perfectly proportioned and a deep chocolate brown. Even only semi-erect, it was longer than Ken’s beautiful dick.
My mouth opened instinctively, perhaps with awe or perhaps with hunger, or possibly both. I reached out and took his sizable balls in my hand. They felt as hard as tennis balls. Finally I guided his beauty toward my mouth, pointing it directly at the back of my throat. I kissed the head and licked all around it like I was eating a lollipop. I ran my tongue down it and back up, brushing it across the underside of the head, then down again until I got to his balls, which I sucked on gently, one at a time.
The next time I ran my tongue back up to the head, I opened my mouth and teasingly sucked it in, locking my lips around the ridge so just the head was in my mouth. I fluttered my tongue around it, then sucked it in and out a few times before taking more of his cock. All this time this magnificent piece of maleness continued to grow and grow. Finally it was hard enough that it stood out perpendicular from his body when I let it fall from my mouth.
Seeing it in all its glory was almost breathtaking. It was so long, thick and dark. I couldn’t help just staring at it for a few seconds before taking it back in my mouth. This time I made every attempt to take it in as deep as I could, but there was no way I could take it all the way. Darryl didn’t seem to mind, though. He just knelt there before me, moaning his encouragement.
When he started to thrust his hips slowly back and forth, I removed my hands from his dick and let him fuck my mouth. He never tried to force more on me than I could handle, but I could tell he was getting close to coming. His tempo picked up, and his moans became more like grunts.
There was no way I wanted to miss feeling this thing pulse out its offering to me, but I also wanted to give Ken a show. So I backed off a little bit, but kept licking the underside firmly, and I opened my mouth without losing contact with that big purple head. When I grabbed the end of Darryl’s cock near the glans, he let out a shout and started to come.
I backed away just enough so that Ken could see every spurt as Darryl shot his semen directly in my mouth, but not far enough so that I would miss any. After the first two or three bursts, I vacuumed that cock back in my mouth and sucked and swallowed until he was spent.
I licked him clean then, taking my time. I was fascinated by the fact that even as his tool deflated, it never got any smaller than when I had first seen it.
“May I return the compliment you paid me a few moments ago?” Darryl said as he sat back on the bed with a very satisfied look on his face. “That was absolutely wonderful!”
When I looked over at Ken, I saw that he had opened his robe and was slowly stroking the dick that I have loved and worshiped for the past five years. I got up on my knees at the edge of the bed and said, “Why don’t you bring that thing over here, darling, so I can pay it the attention it so richly deserves?”
Not surprisingly, Ken did exactly as I suggested. He walked over to me, took my head in both hands and thrust his throbbing cock directly in my mouth. I took him in until my nose was buried in his pubic hair and his balls were mashed against my chin. Of course his cock was nowhere near as big as Darryl’s, so I could deep-throat him with relative ease. He was so excited that he fucked in and out of my face for only about two minutes before he tensed and came.
As I had before, I pulled away slightly, this time so that Darryl could see it all. But he had other things on his mind. I was aware of him getting up on his knees behind me, and then I felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down my slit. Before Ken finished feeding me his tasty load of come, Darryl was pushing his monster in me. I let out a gasp, and whatever portion of Ken’s come I hadn’t swallowed ran out of my mouth as I felt that huge prong hit depths that had never been reached before.
Ken was so excited that his cock never went soft. He just started to thrust in and out of my mouth again as Darryl pumped me with a steady rhythm. For the first time in my life I was having sex with two men at the same time. The feeling of pure raw animal lust was incredibly overpowering.
The guys soon fell into a contrapuntal rhythm as they fucked my body, one pushing in as the other pulled out. I felt like a receptacle for their pleasure, but at that moment I wanted more than anything in the world to be exactly that, because their pleasure was my pleasure too. I was soon coming almost continuously, and I had no desire to stop.
I have no idea how long they kept it up. All I know is that both my mind and my body were overwhelmed by the orgasms I was having. It went on and on, as both guys kept humping me. Finally I felt Ken’s cock twitching uncontrollably, ready to come again. At the same time Darryl groaned and clutched me tighter as he thrust all the way in me, which only intensified my already unbelievable orgasm. When Ken started coming, I couldn’t swallow it because I was screaming with sheer pleasure. His spunk simply overflowed around his cock and spilled out of my lips.
As both guys finished coming, they slowly pulled out, and as they backed away from me, I fell on my back, still shaking with climax, and passed out from sheer exhaustion. When I came to, I was greeted by the sight of Ken and Darryl sitting around a food cart that had been sent up by room service.
“Welcome back, honey,” Ken said. “I would say that I hope you enjoyed yourself, but I know you did. By the way, you should have seen the room service guy’s face when he saw you lying there with come running out of your pussy and mouth. You had such a look of satisfaction on your face that we couldn’t resist, so we invited him to come back up here when his shift ends.”
I just smiled happily.–E.S., Savannah, Georgia
During the first ten years of our marriage, my blonde, well-built wife Trisha would often wonder out loud-especially after a few drinks-if it was true what people said about black men and their sexual abilities. I guess I always figured that some day she would want to find out for herself.
Last year we went to Jamaica on our vacation. We spent our first morning at the hotel pool. The pool attendant, a nineteen-year-old six-footer named Raoul, wore a white swimsuit which accentuated his coal-black skin. When I headed for the blackjack tables after lunch, Trisha said that she preferred to stay by the pool.
After a couple of hours in the casino, I went back to the pool. As I approached, I noticed this ebony Adonis engaged in deep conversation with my wife. She had changed into a revealing two-piece swimsuit that showed almost all of her tits.
After dinner, Trisha and I went back to the casino. At ten o’clock Trisha said she wanted to retire early. I stayed on, gambling until about two in the morning.
The next morning, as we lounged by the pool, I noticed that the young man did not bring us towels, as he had the first day, and that in fact he seemed to be avoiding us altogether. And when I noticed that my wife could not seem to take her eyes off him, it finally dawned on me what was happening
“So,” I asked her, “is it true what they say about black men?”
Trish smiled at me and said, “Oh yes, yes, yes!”
Later she told me in detail about her night with Raoul. She said she’d been amazed at the size of his dick, and at his stamina. She had even let him come in her mouth, which she’d never done for me. She then begged me to let her spend another night with her new lover. How could I deny her?
Now, a year later, Trisha still talks about the great time she had with Raoul. And lately I’ve noticed that she’s become awfully friendly with the Haitian maintenance man in our building. I guess it really is true what they say!–F.B. Toledo, Ohio
Their Marriage Worked Well Because They Both Had The Same Taste For Black Dick
My beautiful wife Sylvia and I have a particular sexual obsession–we both crave big black cocks.
My wife is statuesque, with rich, chestnut-brown hair and sky-blue eyes. She weighs a hundred and twenty pounds and has 36D breasts and long, lusciously shaped legs which I love to see wrapped around the body of a black, satiny stud. I get a rush just thinking about it.
Our insatiable lust for black pricks, I often think, may have something to do with our backgrounds. We were both brought up in conservative southern families. Sylvia’s father was a Baptist preacher in Mississippi, with an all-white congregation. Her mother led the church choir and taught Sunday school. My family is from Texas and very conservative in every way. Needless to say, if our sexual preferences were known to our families, they might raise a few eyebrows and ignite a few tempers.
Sylvia and I met in college. It was during a party at a fraternity house. It was a black fraternity, and Sylvia and I were two of the very few white people there. Unbeknownst to each other, we were both there for the same reason–to suck off and be fucked by some of the black fraternity brothers.
I was in one of the upstairs bedrooms, happily doing my thing with two particularly large football players, when I heard a soft female moan coming from the room next door. I finished swallowing the jism from the cock that was in my mouth at the time, and then decided to investigate the source of that sexy sound.
When I pushed open the door to the next room I found myself, much to my delight, gazing at a blonde vision of beauty. She was on her knees, sucking voraciously at a big black sausage, much like the one I myself had just finished devouring. And as she did so, a second black guy was fucking her juicy pussy from behind.
As I stared at this interesting spectacle, the blonde girl raised her eyes to meet mine, and believe it or not, it was love at first sight! I was not at all jealous to see my instant sweetheart enjoying a double helping of black dick on the contrary, I was delighted, and so aroused that I decided to join them. I walked over to them, crouched down and started licking, kissing and sucking the low-hanging, hairy black nuts of the guy she was sucking off.
Much later that night, when the party had finally ended, I gave her a ride back to her sorority house. As we drove we told each other about ourselves, and strangely enough it turned out that both of us had had our first sexual experiences when we were eighteen, and both of them had been with black men who worked for our families.
Sylvia had caught the family gardner beating his meat in the lawnmower shed, and had joined in, one thing leading to another. I had been taking a nap one day and woke up to the sound of someone in the bathroom across the hall. The door wasn’t closed, and when I looked in I saw our handyman standing in front of the toilet, holding a good eight inches of soft black cock. He caught me staring and turned around, and the next thing I knew I was down on my knees with his rapidly expanding dick in my mouth.
Sylvia and I got so hot telling each other about these experiences that I had to stop the car so we could relieve each other. She was not shy. She squatted over my mouth, her pussy still wet and throbbing from her sex sessions with the two black guys she’d fucked earlier, and I sucked their creamy white loads out of her cunt and asshole. I really enjoyed licking out every last drop of the jism they’d left behind.
“Did you let any of them fuck you in your ass?” Sylvia asked.
“Oh yes, I love it in my asshole,” I replied.
“Well, baby, don’t be selfish, let me have that ass,” she demanded.
I quickly pulled off my jeans as she lay down on the car seat. I squatted over her face and she fitted her lips to my well-stretched asshole. Once I felt her warm, wet tongue slip into my ass, I knew for certain that I was destined to marry this chick.
We eventually did marry, and as the months went by we shared many mutually rewarding escapades. The sex we had with each other was fine and exciting, but what really got us off was sharing one or two or even more big black studs, and given my wife’s beauty plus the fact that I am not so bad-looking myself there was no shortage of available black guys to have fun with.
Sylvia and I had been married for three years when something happened which gave us a jolt at first, but which ultimately turned out to be quite rewarding.
We were taking a trip out of town for a few days, and had arranged for a friend of Sylvia’s to take care of our house, which contained a few valuable paintings and some pieces of antique furniture. Ethel, Sylvia’s friend, was a beautiful married woman in her thirties, who had had the same kind of conservative upbringing that Sylvia had, and who knew nothing of our secret sexual activities.
We had planned to be gone for five days, but as it happened we returned a day earlier than we had expected. When we got home we did not find Ethel there immediately. At first we thought she had gone out, but then we heard sounds coming from the basement recreation room. The sounds caused us to look at each other in horror. It appeared that Ethel had discovered our secret stash of X-rated videos, which we thought we had cleverly hidden. Evidently we had not been clever enough.
This in itself would not have been so bad, except that among those tapes were some that we had made ourselves during some of our hot, steamy, come-spewing gang bangs with the black studs we had picked up. Tapes that showed those big studs slamming their huge meaty cocks into Sylvia’s pussy, asshole and mouth, and into my mouth and asshole as well. Tapes that showed us taking two and three dicks at once, and begging for all the jism they could give us. We often watched ourselves on our sixty-inch TV with stereo surround sound, getting ourselves hot by reliving those wild scenes.
We moved quietly to the stairs that led to the rec room, straining our ears to try to hear which tape Ethel was watching. But as we started down the stairs the sound of Ethel’s voice could be heard clearly over the noise of the tape. It seemed that she was on the phone, talking to a friend of hers named Lisa.
“Oh my god, Lisa!” she was saying. “You won’t believe what I’m looking at right now! Sweet little Sylvia is squatting over this huge black guy and bouncing up and down on the biggest dick I have ever seen! Oh shit, listen to this.”
At this she turned the sound up, evidently for Lisa’s benefit, and I heard the voice of my wife on the tape, screaming, “Yes, fuck your white mama’s hot pussy with your big black root! Oh yeah, baby, that’s it, fuck my white pussy good, honey!”
Then the sound faded, and Ethel’s voice came again. “Yeah, no shit! And hey, you won’t believe this, but her husband Philip is on his knees, licking the big, hairy balls of the guy Sylvia’s fucking. Oh my lord, Lisa, it’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen! Yeah, I was poking around down here in their rec room and I found a whole bunch of tapes of them fucking and sucking black men! Christ, Lisa, some of them show Sylvia taking on four or five guys at once, with their big black tools in her her mouth, her ass, her pussy and her hands! And Jesus, fucking Philip in his ass too. And you know what? Philip sucks cock as good as I do. Maybe even better!”
There was a short pause. “What?” Ethel said then. “Hell yes, I’m finger-fucking my pussy, aren’t you? I knew you were, I can tell by your breathing. I’ve already come so much my dress is completely soaked. Damn, I’m glad they won’t be back until tomorrow. I may get a chance to get to see all of these hot tapes before they get back.”
There was another pause. “Oh god, you should see what I’m looking at now,” Ethel went on. “Sylvia just got done fucking that big guy, and now Philip is grabbing his cock, licking her juice off it and sliding the foreskin back. And Jesus, he’s sucking it, it must be twelve inches long and he’s got at least half of it in his mouth! Yeah, now Sylvia has horned in and they’re taking turns eating that big black hose, swapping it back and forth. Hey listen, he’s talking to them now.” Again the sound of the tape got louder, and I heard a voice I remembered, that of the black man whose cock Sylvia and I had indeed shared that night.
“Yeah, that’s it, white folks, suck your black daddy’s big cock. Umm, yeah, swallow my hot seed. I can see you love it. Get it all, babies. Squeeze my black nuts, get every drop. If you do it good, I’ll bring my posse next time, and all my big-dick buddies will fill your white asses up with black meat.”
As he was speaking I could also hear the sounds Sylvia and I were making, little moans of pleasure and stifled grunts as we sucked on his dick. Then the sound faded and Ethel’s voice came again.
“Oh, Lisa, this is so damn hot, seeing them sucking and fucking all that black cock! Christ, it makes me wish I was back in college, fucking every football player I could find. Thank god I found these tapes, at least I can jerk off while I watch them. I just had to call and tell you about this. Too bad they’ll be back tomorrow, but maybe the next time they ask me to watch the house you can come up with me and we can watch these hot-ass videos together. Okay, don’t get a blister on that sweet pussy of yours. Bye for now.” And we heard Ethel hang up.
Well, at this point there was obviously nothing we could do but confront Ethel and have it all out. We made our way down the stairs and into the rec room, but Ethel was so busy playing with herself that she didn’t realize we were there until we were so close that we could hear the wet, sloshing noise of her two fingers going in and out of her juicy pussy.
Suddenly she heard us and opened her eyes, nearly having a heart attack. Then she was trying to get her dress down and her panties back on, muttering, stammering and crying while trying to apologize. Sylvia and I tried to calm her down, explaining that we understood.
Finally, after ten minutes of frantic confusion, we got Ethel to sit down and listen. The tape was still running, although the sound was off, and I noticed that even now Ethel could not keep her eyes off it.
“Okay, Ethel,” I said. “Now you know. So what are we going to do about this? It’s pretty obvious that you liked what you saw. Would you like us to call a couple of our black friends and have them come over so you can see those big luscious sausages up close?”
“Oh, Jesus,” Ethel said breathlessly. “Christ, Philip, I don’t know what to say. I must be honest–I never saw two men having sex before, so when I saw you taking that big black cock up your asshole and begging to suck the other one, I didn’t know what to think. But my god, watching you and Sylvia taking on those beautiful men, I’ve never been so damn hot and horny in my entire life. Hell, yes, I’d love to have you get some of those guys over here. I’m not sure I could actually get involved, but Christ, I’d love to see you sucking and fucking those black guys in person!”
At that point I called a couple of black friends of ours who lived nearby, but unfortunately they were busy that night, and I couldn’t come up with anyone who could meet with us any earlier than the next day.
Then Sylvia came up with a great idea. She brought out a pair of dildos she had bought a while ago, lifelike, coal-black replicas of studly human cocks, complete with heavy veins on the shafts, soft-to-the-touch balls and moveable foreskins that slipped up and down.
“Oh my lord,” Ethel said. “I’ve never seen anything quite like that.” She took one of the dildos and gripped the solid shaft, then moved her hand up and down, pretending to jack it off. “I don’t know if I can get all of this beautiful thing in my pussy,” she told Sylvia, “but I’m sure going to give it one hell of a try!”
All of us stripped nude then. I turned up the sound on the video, and the girls sat side by side, watching the screen as they slid those big black dildos in and out of their pussies.
As I watched them I heard my wife on the tape, begging frantically for a couple of muscular black studs to fuck her eager pussy, promising to be their faithful white slut, promising to fuck and suck them forever, and to fuck and suck all their black friends, if they’d just hurry up and shoot their come into her mouth, her pussy and her asshole.
I watched Ethel’s eyes grow bigger as she licked her lips in anticipation of pleasure. Her hand moved faster and faster now as she fucked herself with the thick black dildo. It was my voice now on the tape, urging on the man who was fucking my well-stretched asshole to shoot his hot jism deep inside me.
“Philip, how big was that black cock in your ass?” Ethel moaned. “Oh god, Sylvia, how does it feel to have big black cocks in your asshole, mouth and pussy, all at the same time?” She was panting as she asked these questions, but she couldn’t wait for an answer “Oh god, I’m coming!” she screamed. “Oh, it feels so damn good!”
I was about ready to come myself, and I stood up in front of Ethel as I stroked my eight-inch dick. My balls flopped back and forth as I beat my meat, watching my beautiful blonde wife still fucking the dildo in and out of her hot dripping twat. I shot my pearly gobs of thick come again and again, splattering them over Ethel’s pert 34C breasts.
Sylvia watched as the juice ran in streams down Ethel’s stomach and into her thick bush. Ethel scooped up some of my come with her free hand, then slowly licked it off her fingers, never taking her eyes off the TV screen.
I moved in front of my wife so she could suck the last drops out of my throbbing cock. She did so, milking the shaft with her thumb and forefinger as she came noisily around the huge dildo.
After we rested for a while, Ethel told Sylvia and me that she had only once fucked a black man, back in college, but that she’d had a secret desire to do so again ever since. So we formulated a plan for her to start spending more time at our house. We figured her husband would never suspect that she was fucking and sucking black cocks while she was with us.
Ethel took to our favorite activities like a duck to water, and after a while she asked if she could invite her friend Lisa to join us. Lisa was younger than Ethel, and unmarried, and her addiction to black dick turned out to be even stronger than ours.
Ah, but that’s a whole different story for another time. I get hot just thinking about it!–P.S., Tampa, Florida
He Thought She Was Joking About Taking A Lover, But Then Was Glad She Wasn’t
My wife Margo and I read Penthouse Letters every month, and we especially enjoy the letters about swinging. After reading a recent “Wife Watching” issue, Margo suddenly asked me, “How would you feel if I took a lover?”
At first I thought this was just a joke or a wild fantasy on her part, so I light-heartedly told her that she should go for it. Later that night she told me about a dream she’d had about being with another man, and her vivid description immediately made my dick hard. We went to bed early and got busy almost immediately. I had just entered her when she said breathlessly, “Fuck me good tonight, because tomorrow your wife might enjoy another cock.”
That did it. My come boiled up like a volcano about to erupt, and I exploded into the strongest orgasm I’d had in some time.
The next day was Friday. I got home from work first and started making dinner while I waited for my wife to get home. Then Margo called to say that she wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours. She had stopped for a drink with a friend, she told me. Then she said, “He looks sexy and I just may fuck him.” Then she hung up.
For the next three hours all I could think about was her saying, “I may fuck him.” My cock stiffened every time I thought of Margo with another man. I was so sexually aroused I needed to take a cold shower.
I was just about finished when I heard my wife’s voice saying, “I sure could use a shower too.”
I opened the shower door, and there she stood, unbuttoning her blouse. She dropped it to the floor, and her pants quickly joined them. My heart skipped a beat when she took off her bra. She had little suck marks all over her tits. Then she removed her panties and handed them to me. They were wet.
“He came so much I couldn’t believe it,” she said with a grin.
As I got out of the shower she took my hand and put it on her wet pussy, spreading her legs for me.
“Don’t be mad at me,” she whispered. “I just had to have him. I really needed it.”
But she could see that I wasn’t mad. My stiff, greedy cock told her that quite plainly. She led me to our bed then, saying that she wanted me inside her right away.
My throbbing cock slid right into her with little resistance. As I stroked her with my dick, she told me little details about her evening. She kept making me hotter by saying things like, “Oh, he was really thick,” and “God, he could reach so deep.”
And when finally she said, “Does it feel different to fuck me after a black man has fucked me first?” I really lost it. I found myself thrusting wildly, hard and fast. Margo came with a loud moan, and I climaxed immediately afterward as she skillfully urged me on.
After we cooled down, Margo told me how it had all happened. The guy’s name was Bob, and they worked at the same company, he in the warehouse and she in the shipping department. He had always talked very openly around her, and finally that night he had come right out and asked her to fuck him.
“I had to think about it for all of two minutes,” she admitted to me.
After we cleaned up and had a bite to eat, Margo surprised me again. We were back in bed and she was playing with my cock when she looked me in the eye and said, “Bob wants me to spend tomorrow night with him, and I think I would like to. I just don’t think I can get him out of my system right away,” she added.
I felt a surge of lust. “Tell me again about how big his cock is,” I said, and as she described it we began to fuck again.
The next day she packed a bag, and before she left she kissed me, saying, “See you tomorrow.”
She returned the next day, worn out but happy. As she bathed I heard all about her adventures with Bob and his beautiful big cock.
That was a month ago, and every weekend since then she has been with Bob. She comes home to me well used, and for the next week she uses me every night, all the time telling me about what she does with Bob. So far it seems to work out well all around.–D.G, Seattle, Washington
When I married my wife Bella I was the happiest man alive. From the beginning of our marriage our sex life was fantastic. Bella really knows how to suck a cock, and she can screw like a porn star, fucking a guy’s brains out and asking for more. She also knows how to dress so that I get a boner every time I look at her. She is a blonde stunner with perfect 38C breasts, and whenever we go out on the town, or even just to our favorite bar, she turns heads wherever we are.
One night about a year after we were married, Bella and I decided to go dancing at a local club. As she was getting ready I went out to put some gas in the car, and on my return I got a real surprise when I saw the outfit she was wearing. It consisted of a short, tight skirt and a clingy blouse with a spectacular cleavage and no bra underneath. She looked so damn sexy I got an instant hard-on. I could see that she meant to attract attention that night, and she certainly had mine.
I asked Bella if she thought we had time to fuck before we left. She smiled at me and we both began to get naked. Once all our clothes were off, we just went at each other like animals. Bella sucked my cock all the way to the base, until my nuts were resting on her chin. Then we switched to a 69 and really went crazy on each other. About thirty minutes into it, Bella started shaking and quivering all over, and I knew she was close to her first orgasm. I sucked hard at her large clit, and that sent her over the edge. At the same time I shot a load of hot come down her throat, and she sucked harder on my seven-inch cock, draining the last drop from my aching balls.
By the time we finished it was close to nine o’clock. We took a shower together and quickly got dressed again. Once we were in the car, I took a short cut to save time. It was a Friday night, and I wanted to be there before the place got too crowded.
We arrived in time to get a good regular table in the back, close to the stage, in a dark corner of the lounge. Leaving Bella at the table, I went up to the bar and ordered two pitchers of beer. As I headed back I spied a couple of old friends of mine, Fred and Ben, two black guys who I hadn’t seen in years. We used to hang out and party together back in high school, but we had sort of lost track of each other since then. Now suddenly here they were.
I stared at them for a while, and finally they looked my way and stared back, as if they hardly recognized me. Then they came over, and we all slapped each other on the back and started laughing and talking.
After our first frenzy of greetings had died down, I invited them to come over and join my wife and me at our table. Fred asked me when I’d gotten hitched, and I told them I’d been married for a year and that my wife was the greatest woman in the world.
Bella had a kind of strange look on her face when I brought Fred and Ben over and introduced them to her. I put it down to the fact that we did not know any other black people. She seemed to be a little shy around them at first, but she soon began to relax.
We all sat around and drank beer for a while, but when the band began to play Bella said she wanted to dance, so we did. The first tune was a slow number, the kind I love to dance to with her, because it gives me an excuse to hold her beautiful body close to mine. Just the feel of her gets me hard, and that night was no exception. I wanted to fuck her brains out right there on the dance floor, but I didn’t think the club management would appreciate it too much, so I stifled the familiar urge.
When we returned to our table, Fred asked me if I would mind if he asked Bella to join him on the dance floor. The surprised look on my wife’s face was something to behold. She had not danced with another man since we had been married, and I thought probably she’d never danced with a black man at all. I just shrugged and asked Bella if she wanted to dance with him. She replied that she wouldn’t mind, but that it was up to me, and I told her to go ahead. I knew Fred pretty well, and I felt I could trust him with my wife. Besides, she would only be a few feet away.
I watched as the two of them went out onto the dance floor and started to move in rhythm with the music. They looked very sexy together, my gorgeous blonde wife and my large, handsome black friend. To my surprise I felt myself getting hard again.
They seemed to dance more closely as the music went on. At one point Bella looked in my direction, and I smiled at her encouragingly. A moment later Fred pulled her still closer to him and slid a hand down to her ass. With that Bella pushed herself away and said something to him, though I couldn’t tell what it was she said.
My wife then walked off the dance floor and returned to our table. As she sat down she asked me if I’d seen what Fred did, but I pretended that I hadn’t. She had a funny expression on her face, half indignant but half something else too. I wondered if she hadn’t actually been a little turned on by Fred’s boldness, and instead of making me feel jealous, the thought made my cock twitch again.
When Fred came back to the table he began to apologize profusely, saying that he had gotten carried away with her beauty and had forgotten that she was someone else’s wife. Bella accepted his apology, and I, trying to sound stern for the sake of appearances, told him not to do that again.
Later Ben also danced with Bella, and although he acted like a perfect gentleman, I could tell that he was excited by being out there with such a sexy woman. Her short skirt showed almost all of her legs, and her braless breasts bounced beneath the tight blouse with every step she took. What man wouldn’t have been turned on by dancing with her?
It was about two in the morning when Fred and Ben said they had better be going, so they said their goodbyes and left. Bella and I stayed for another half hour or so and then took off as well.
We hadn’t driven too far when we saw two people staggering along the side of the road. As I got closer, I saw that it was Fred and Ben, so I stopped to pick them up. It seemed they were now living some miles out of town. They had hitched a ride to get to the club, and now they were trying to hitch back.
“Hell, guys, why didn’t you tell me you needed a ride?” I said. “I can take you home, for god’s sake. Get on in here.”
About an hour later I pulled up in front of the building in which Fred and Ben shared an apartment. They invited us in for a nightcap, and soon it got so late that they invited us to stay over for the night and drive home the next day.
The apartment had three bedrooms, so Bella and I were given our own room. Bella was so tired that she was out like a light as soon as her beautiful head hit the pillow.
Somewhere in the night I woke up to find that my wife was gone. I figured she had gotten up to use the bathroom, but when she didn’t come back I got up and went looking around the apartment. The bathroom was empty, so I went down to Ben’s room, which was next to ours. As I got closer I heard noises from inside the room, and I figured he had a girl in there with him. Just out of curiosity, I pushed the door open until I could see two people on the bed. Sure enough, one of them was a girl, and when I looked closer I noticed that the girl was my wife, and that Ben was eating her pussy.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Bella was thrashing around on the bed, her eyes closed, as Ben continued licking and sucking her hot cunt.
I was pissed off and turned on at the same time, but mostly turned on. I nearly came in my pants as I watched my old friend eating my wife’s pussy, and it thrilled me to see that he was driving her out of her mind with passion and bringing her to a moaning, earth-shattering orgasm.
Soon after she came in Ben’s mouth Bella slowly opened her eyes. She let out a squeal when she saw me standing in the doorway. Ben saw me then too, but he didn’t say a word. Bella was nearly hysterical as she started to tell me some crazy story about how she had got into the wrong room and thought it was me who was eating her. This was such an obvious lie that I could only laugh.
I finally told her it was all right, and that although I was sorry that she had felt she had to sneak around on me, I had actually been turned on by watching her with Ben. As we talked I realized that Ben only had his boxers on, and his cock was hard as a rock. My wife noticed this too even in her apologetic state, she couldn’t take her eyes off the bulge in his crotch.
“I think my wife wants to fuck you, Ben,” I said to him. “What do you say?” With that Ben stood up and took off his boxers.
Bella’s eyes went wide and her face lit up. I couldn’t blame her Ben was hung like a horse. His cock had to be at least twelve inches long, with the circumference of a beer can. My wife began to breathe harder just looking at that enormous piece of meat. She licked her lips, and I knew she wanted that monster in her mouth and her snatch, and that she couldn’t wait to feel Ben’s hot load filling her quivering insides.
I stripped off my own clothes, then bent over my wife and kissed her lips, massaging her large breasts as we explored each other’s mouth with our tongues. Then I eased her blouse open and slipped it off her shoulders. Her skirt and panties had already been removed, evidently by Ben.
Bella breathed more heavily as I let my hands roam over her luscious body, down over her flat stomach to that sweet pussy that I know was hot, wet and ready to be fucked. I whispered in her ear, asking her if she was ready for Ben’s huge black cock to stretch her open. She replied that she was more than ready, but she didn’t know if she could take such a big cock inside her. I told her I was sure she could.
Ben now sat down on the bed and began to caress Bella’s left tit. As soon as his hand touched her white skin she let out a gasp and began to moan with passion. She slid down on the bed and spread her legs wide, every inch of her begging to be fucked.
Ben slowly eased himself on top of my wife, rubbing the large, pear-size head of his cock up and down her slit, getting her really wet. As soon as her pussy juices started to flow, he slipped the head of his cock between her cunt lips, which were swollen with passion. Then, inch by inch, he slid that giant dick further into her clutching love tunnel, until he had all twelve inches stuffed inside my wife’s straining body.
Bella cried out with passion as Ben now began moving his cock back and forth in a slow rhythm, picking up speed with every stroke in and out of her cunt. Before I knew it he was fucking my wife like there was no tomorrow, and Bella was screaming in a way that I had never heard before, screaming at Ben to feed her pussy with his big black cock and to make her come.
Her cries could have aroused the whole neighborhood, so I was not surprised when Fred, also in his shorts, came into the room to see what was going on. By this time Ben was fucking her with everything he had, and Fred stared as I moved up to my wife’s head and fed her my dick. Bella made me come in no time with her hot mouth. As I pulled back from her, I saw that Fred had shed his shorts and was ready to take my place in her mouth with his stiff black cock, which looked almost as big as Ben’s. Bella obviously had no objection to this, and in a minute Fred had his huge tool buried to the balls in my wife’s eager mouth, fucking her face as Ben drove in and out of her hot snatch.
When Ben came inside her they changed places, and Fred fucked her pussy while she sucked Ben back to hardness. I couldn’t believe my wife could actually swallow all twelve inches of that massive black dick, but she just kept working on it with her mouth and her throat muscles until she had it all.
After that I just sat back and watched for a while as my two friends fucked my wife every way they could. She even took them up her asshole, and got so carried away that she screamed for more. When I couldn’t hold off any longer I jumped up on the bed and joined in, shoving my dick all the way inside her stretched and sopping pussy with one thrust. Bella smiled and kissed me, and I shot into her like a cannon.
Afterwards, when we were all fucked out, Bella turned to me and said, “Darling, what just happened was the greatest fuck session I’ve ever had. But I want you to know that I love you, and that it will never happen again, unless you want it to.”
Hearing this, the guys began to protest. They wanted it to happen again, all right, and the fact was that I did too.
“I love you too, baby,” I said. “And anything that turns you on is all right with me. Any time, any place.”
After that we all fell asleep with smiles on our faces.–N.T., Des Moines, Iowa