First, I have a truly wonderful husband who is supportive and encourages me to explore my sexuality and I love him for it. Without his encouragement and support, I would have never met James, my black lover. James is in his late 30s, married and has an approving wife. She understands his need for white women and thinks I am a "safe" lover for him. She also appreciates the added attention James gives her for allowing him to see me. My hubby also says I am sexually hotter than hell for a week after being with James but I think that is just his imagination.

James and I try to get together weekly, but only have time for long lovemaking sessions a couple times each month. We both have schedules, kids and lots of committments so we have learned to make the most of our time. And since we both get a kick out of sex in public, we have found a special public park for our rendezvous.

I won't mention the name of the park but it is somewhat secluded and with James' darkly tinted car windows, we can have fun without a lot of worry about being detected. I usually wear a skirt and top without bra and panties when we meet. James insists that they come completely off before we play which adds a little more spice and risk to our encounters. Unfortunately, we can't often enjoy complete intercourse in his car but we have had some sizzling moments which makes our lovemaking encounters especially hot.

I remember our first meeting a couple months ago. James actually picked me up at my house (kids were gone) and whisked me away on my date. After dinner and some small talk, we ended up at a quiet corner in the park. We took a short walk, holding hands, and after finding the park to our liking, went back to the car.

We kissed immediately entwining our tongues in a deep soulful kiss. James tasted sweeter than my husband and was an expert kisser. As his tongue probed my mouth, he cupped my breasts though my top and squeezed my excited nipples. I dropped my hand on his crotch and felt his hard cock and struggled with his zipper to free it. Meanwhile, James removed my top and my breasts fell into his waiting hands. As he nibbled and sucked them, I unbuttoned my skirt and slid it off. Totally nude, I pressed my breasts against James and darted my tongue into his mouth for some more sweet kisses as I held his thick black cock.

James clasped my head with both his hands and slowly lowered my head to his throbbing cock. "Come on, Baby. Suck my cock." James breathed. "Get those lips working on my cock." he pleaded.

I took a hasty breath and took his sweet black meat deep into my throat squeezing and greedily sucking it. My lips stretched widely as I my head bobbed up and down on his manhood. I found myself worshiping his black cock as my tongue slurped along its length allowing his cock to thrust down the moistness of my throat. My voice muffled by his cock, I begged James to cum in my mouth.

James started to hammer his cock into my mouth, holding my head with one hand and pulling a nipple with the other. I sucked faster and could feel his body tighten as he braced to blast a load of cum into my waiting mouth. He grabbed my hair and mashed my lips on his cock as he shot strings of cum into my mouth. His cock spasmed again and again as I drained his sweet cum!

But that was just the beginning of my interracial awakening. James positioned me on my back and started playing with my pussy. He traced his fingers along my bare lips occasionally inserting a finger between its damp folds.

It seemed like he used his fingers on my pussy forever. He kept thrusting and jamming his fingers in me. Then he added another finger in my pussy, then another, and started twisting his fingers inside me while rubbing my sensitive clit with his thumb. I knew I would be sore as hell in the morning by the way he was stretching my pussy but I was loving it! I wouldn't have thought I could taken three fingers, much less four. I read stories about black men fist-fucking women and I was just hoping he wouldn't try to do that to me.

James suddenly grabbed an ankle with his free hand and opened my thighs as far as the car seat would allow. He lifted my right leg and placed it on top of his dash giving him complete access to my wet and swollen pussy. James then began to furiously thrust his fingers into my pussy causing my breasts to shake and jiggle in rhythm to the finger fucking I was getting. "You like this, baby?", he asked repeated. "Yesss, James, oh God yes", I cried. I felt the first tingle of an orgasm building as I watched his black hand disappear inside the pink folds of my pussy. Then a large wave started to radiate over my whole body. Before that wave had faded, another one came, then another. Each wave seemed to be stronger than the one before. My husband says I'm a "screamer" and I suppose that's true. But this time, the orgasms were so intense, I could only gasp to catch my breath.

At the precise moment of my last orgasm, James withdrew his fingers from my pussy with a loud sucking popping noise. My hole was glistening and gaping open and I actually felt cold on the INSIDE! His hand stretched my vagina so wide that it didn't close when he pulled his fingers out. Funny what your mind thinks about at times...I wondered if my pussy was ruined for life and how I would explain it to my husband (smile).

I thought James was finished with me, but was I wrong! He flipped me over onto my stomach and spread my ass cheeks. I could feel the coolness of the air on my exposed asshole and it felt very soothing. James inserted two fingers back into my still twitching pussy causing me to yelp since it was so tender. I then felt a prod at my tight backdoor and immediately tightened my splinter to thwart his progress. After shushing my protests, James gently pushed me back down on the car seat and started to caress my naked ass and thighs. I closed my eyes and sighed as his strong black hands massaged and probed intimate areas usually reserved just for my husband. After some minutes had passed, he asked, "baby, are you ready?" I nervously answered "yes" and begged him to be gentle.

James pushed past the initial tightness of my rectum and easily slid two fingers up my ass. I was surprised at how good it felt as he slowly moved his fingers in and out. Before I knew it, my ass was raised and softly rocking to meet his fingers. While I am not a complete novice at anal sex, I usually reserve it as an occasional reward to my husband. But...James' fingers really felt wonderful thrusting in and out of my ass, and I could feel myself opening up and enjoying the situation.

I turned my head and saw James' sweet face smiling lustfully as he watched his fingers probe my raised white ass. I knew he wanted to take me this way, and it would just a matter of a safer place and better time. I also knew it felt "right" giving James this special intimacy, and while I was just too tired to cum again, I felt completely satisfied to let James take his pleasure with me.

We both were getting cramps from playing in the seat of the car, so it ended with me sucking James' sweet black cock again followed by a lot of kisses, hugs and caresses. Finally, I was "allowed" to put my skirt and top back on so he could take me home.

Luckily, the kids were gone so I only had the neighbors to worry about. James dropped me off after one last quick kiss and intimate touch. As I walked to my door, I turned and waved and pursed my lips to blow him a kiss. My husband promised to take me out to eat so I didn't have to worry about dinner and had a hour or so to relax before he got home from work. I took a relaxing hot bath, dried with a fluffy soft towel and pampered myself with body lotion. I then stretched out naked on my bed and thanked James in my mind for such a great day. While I was very sore from his probings, I knew I must plan another session with him in the very near future.

Love nibbles, Jan

The beginnings of my introduction of white wife black male sex occurred innocuously enough. I was shopping at a small strip shopping center. I was heading to my car with several awkward and bulky packages. As I was about to get in, I noticed my tire was flat and cursed and about the same time I twisted for a better look and the plastic bag holding my groceries tore and they went all over the lot. To make matters worse it had just begun to rain. I was angry and frustrated.

A young black man, boy really, only 18 years old as I was to discover, came by and scooped up my groceries as I stood there helpless. He had an overpowering smile and calmed me down telling me he would take care of everything. He put all my groceries in the other bags, put the bags in the car and took me back to a store to get out of the rain, then he changed my tire, a perfect gentlemen.

The poor kid whose name was Ray was soaked and I offered him a ride home. Since my house was on the way, I asked if he minded if we stopped and I put my groceries away because some of it was perishable. When we got there he saw that we needed yard work and said he had done lots of gardening since he was 15 and had his own small business and could we use him to which I readily agreed.

A few days later he came over and made some suggestions to my husband and set out a plan for our yard. I have 2 daughters, 24 and 22, both married who happened to be over with their husbands, and Ray met them too. After he left, they went aside and were giggling and I asked them what they were laughing about. They asked if I noticed how cute Ray was and what a hunk he was and did I notice the bulge in his pants. We all laughed and they said Ray should watch out for me or I would be all over him and I should call them when he comes to work and make sure he takes his shirt off. I had noticed that he was quite cute, not his bulge, but after all he was younger than my children were.

When he came the first time, it was a warm day and he was wearing tight shorts and took off his shirt. I noticed he was quite handsome and masculine looking and also that he did indeed have quite a bulge in his pants. I had never noticed or even thought about such a thing before. I made an excuse to go and talk to him and we kidded and talked for awhile. I felt a sexual tension buy I couldn’t but I put it off to my daughters’ jokes. Besides I knew I wasn’t interested in anything with him and I couldn’t imagine Ray could be interested in a woman 30 years older than him. Although, I do work out a lot and am very fit and firm and often pass for 10-15 years younger.

When one of the girls called later, I mentioned that he was there and took off his shirt and that he did have quite a bulge, and she kidded me about going after a young black boy and she would tell her sister what a randy mother they had.

The next time he came over, for whatever reason, I wore a top that showed a little cleavage. I am not big busted, only B cups, but I wore a bra that pushed me up and showed me to my best. I laughed at what I was doing, considering it all innocent, of course, and wondering what my husband's or daughters or even my sons-in-law would say if they saw me. Ray definitely noticed because he stared at my tits and I found my pussy getting a little wet and my nipples got hard to the point I was embarrassed and left. I couldn’t believe the attraction I was beginning to feel for Ray and told myself I was behaving like a schoolgirl but it was fun feeling this way. I didn’t mention anything to the girls and when they asked I said I didn’t notice when he was here and they made remarks about my being hot for him and dad has competition but wisely did not say anything to their father or their husbands.

A week later I found myself looking forward to his coming. I wore a different low cut top with the same bra and a short skirt I hadn’t worn in years. I couldn’t believe the way I was acting and my heart was pounding when he arrived. He looked me over very slowly and even remarked how sexy I looked. When he finished he came inside to get paid and looked me over again very obviously to the point I got nervous. He asked how long I was married and did I date anymore. I was shocked and said of course not. He put his hands on my shoulders and said you should, you are very hot and sexy and gave me a penetrating look. I couldn’t answer, I almost couldn’t breathe. He moved close to me like he was going to kiss me. My heart was pounding like crazy, I thought I would fall down. Then he moved away and I was disappointed.

Ray said, you want me to kiss you, don’t you. I became very flustered and said of course not. He said yes you do. Have you ever been with a black man? His arms were still on my shoulders. I squeaked a no. I could barely talk. Remember he was only 18 years old and I was 48. Then he kissed me and I couldn’t resist, I kissed him back. I couldn’t believe this was happening but I also knew I wanted it to happen. Out tongues wrestled each other for about 5 minutes. I couldn’t seem to get enough of his tongue, I just loved the feel and taste of it, feeling our bodies pressed against each other, totally captivated by this young black Adonis.

He began rubbing my ass and moving slightly away to squeeze my tits. Again I told him I was a married woman and we had to stop. He said, I’ll leave if you tell me to. I just plopped on the sofa. My knees were too weak for my legs to hold me if his arms weren’t around me. I didn’t answer. He sat down beside me on the sofa and we kissed passionately some, his hands roaming over my body. He put a hand in my low scooped top, under my bra and kneaded my breast and pinching my bullet hard nipple. He asked if I wanted to stop. When I didn’t answer, he asked again and I said no I didn’t want to stop. He said I knew you were hot for me. He reached under my skirt and started to rub my thighs and I moaned. He pushed my legs apart and again I said I was married and please stop but he reached under my panties and pushed his finger into my soaking pussy. I came immediately from the sensation and the thought of what he was doing to me. And then I had a second orgasm. I moaned again and leaned back to catch my breath. When I opened my eyes Ray was smiling at me. He said I was beautiful. I was amazed at his charm and self-assurance and I put my face against him and kissed him passionately and held him tight to me.

He told me to take off my top, and he commented on my sexy bra, which he told me to take off. I was in an out of body experience it seemed. That couldn’t be me willingly submitting to this black boy and filled with lust and desire for him like never before in my life. I fed him my breasts and watched his blacks hands roam and play with my silky white tits and wrap his black lips around my hard nipples. It felt SO good. Ray pulled down my skirt and panties and pulled off my sandals. He pushed me back on the sofa and I spread my legs to show him my pussy. Do you want me to eat your white cunt, he asked. I said yes. He said what I didn’t hear you and I said, please eat my white cunt. That was also a turning point for me. Fuck, cunt, cock, asshole were not words I used or was comfortable with. Now they are part of me.

He spread my lips and peeled back the outer lips of my seething pussy. His hot tongue ran up and down the inner lips, licking my juices. I could almost feel them flowing, I was in such a state of heat. My moaning increased as he pressed his big sweet tongue deep inside me. I cried out and began to cum immediately. Still unbelievably hot, I spread my legs further and encouraged Ray to continue eating me sucking my clit and licking my sopping wet pussy. Certainly, Tony, my husband has never put me in such a state. Ray had me lift my hips and he ran his tongue lower licked my asshole, something Tony has never done. Wow, what a feeling! Ray began fingering my cunt and my ass and I came again and collapsed out of breath. He let me rest for a while just sort of talking while I closed my eyes telling me how good I tasted and how hot I was for black, to which I smiled and nodded yes. He commented that he was much better than Tony to which I also smiled and nodded yes.

When I opened my eyes, Ray was naked looking down on me. His cock was so black and so big, I was staggered. He asked if I was ready to suck a black cock and swallow a load of his cum that he wanted to shoot in my mouth and all over my face. This terrified me. While I was pregnant with my first daughter, my husband came in my mouth and I gagged and got sick and never let him do it again. Now almost 25 years later I was about to suck the huge cock of an 18 year old black boy. I told him I was ready and wanted to drink his cum.

At first, I slowly began to lick his long thick black shaft, then his balls, then I took him in my mouth looking up at him, listening to him tell me what a great job I was doing on his black cock like a good white wife. I went back to his balls then to his asshole like he did to me running my tongue into it, something unimaginable a short time before. The more I licked the hotter I became, sucking and then I put my finger up his ass. I was rewarded with a burst of hot cum against my throat. I began to swallow, not wanting to miss any of it. Ray’s hands were on my head, holding me steady. Then he finished. I swallowed every drop and felt proud of myself. This was new to me and I loved it.

We kissed a while more tasting each other’s cum and our own. It was such a dirty thing to do, something I never imagined. He kept telling me I was beautiful and didn’t look my age and young black boy would want to fuck me. Of course my ego was soaring. He asked if my cunt was ready to be filled with black cock. My answer was a big wet french kiss while I grabbed his cock. I leaned back on the sofa and spread my legs. He said no it had to be in my husband’s bed. I pleaded with him to fuck me on the sofa that it was wrong to use my husband’s bed.

Ray said he would leave if I didn’t agree and I couldn’t bear to have him leave then without feeling his huge black cock in me, so I held his hand and led him to my bedroom. I lay on my bed where I sleep with my husband and spread my legs for him. He said what do you want. I said I want you to fuck my white cunt with your black cock. He said, where. I said in my husband’s bed. He mounted me and eased his cock in between my pussy lips. I came as soon as I felt him enter. It seemed then that one orgasm faded into the next as he pushed deeper and deeper and began to move slowly, then faster. Finally he shot his load of black seed in me. I am still on the pill but for a moment I wondered what it would be like if he made me pregnant and I had to tell my husband and grown married daughters I was carrying the child of an 18 year old black boy.

I wouldn’t let him out, he felt so good in me. He didn’t stay fully hard but he didn’t get soft either. We talked and kissed and he told me I was a good fuck and it made me feel good and proud in a crazy way, just knowing that he wanted to fuck me. While he was in me he told me fucked several white wives whose yards he took care of. This talk made me hot and him too because he got hard while he was still inside me. He began to fuck me again and I had several more orgasms. He told me to turn over because he wanted to fuck me in my ass. I said I had never done that and I was too old to start now. He ask if I wanted someday to look back and know I passed up the chance to take a black cock up my ass and would I ever forgive myself.

I gave him another big kiss and turned over for him. He licked my asshole again, then put a finger in to stretch me a little. He was gentle and I liked the feeling of his tongue and finger. He rubbed some of his cum that was running down my thigh into my asshole, put his cock in my pussy to make it wet and then slowly pushed it into my ass. For a few seconds I saw stars and almost made him stop but I let him go on and my feeling turned to ecstasy and excitement knowing an 18 year old black boy was fucking my 48 year old virgin white ass. We kept at it for 2 more hours and he called his next 2 customers to cancel.

I tell my daughters when he has been over to do the yard and they kid me about being hot for a boy.

My husband and I have talked about swinging, and we have agreed that if the right circumstance comes along, we will. We had a tee off time at 10 AM. After playing nine holes, it was getting too hot for me, so I told John to play the back nine, and I would just hang around the golf club swimming pool. We are both professionals and don't mind being apart. Off he went. I changed to my bikini and went and sat by the pool. After a while I was lying on my back, and had undone my top so as to prevent a tan line. A black guy had been noticing me, and he came over to ask if I needed anything. We chatted briefly, and he suggested there was a private balcony upstairs, and that if I wanted to suntan in private, I was welcome to use it. He carried some towels up for me, and all the while kept his eyes on my cleavage. He was nice, about mid thirties, a little bit on the stocky side, but really pleasant, and really concentrating on my cleavage. It was pretty obvious he was getting aroused, and as I took my drink from him I 'accidently' knocked it over onto the front of his pants. I grabbed a towel and patted him down, and he was really aroused. Before he could say or do anything, I had his buckle undone and his pants were around his ankles.

My husband has a normal penis, six inches or so, I have never thought of it as big, or small. This black's penis was about the same, but it must have been twice as thick. It was standing up like a beautiful piece of mahogany. He was ready, and so was I, He had his shirt and pants off in an instant, and I was on my back and he was inside me. He was gentle, and careful, and it took about a dozen thrusts before he was fully in. I am in my mid to late twenties, and have made love lots of times, but this was completely different. He thrust slowly and steadily, Maybe it was his heritage, or maybe it was his member, but this was wonderful. It was heaven arrived. As he thrust into me, it was like a rush of hot blood starting at my pelvis and rushing up to my head, but the new thrill was when he withdrew from me. It was like a giant suction form, and my stomach, lungs, heart, everything was suctioned to my lower stomach. I have never felt anything like it, it was wonderful, it was well beyond making love. I was get getting fucked, royally and beautifully.

I don't know how long it went on for, it could have been 30 minutes, it could have been 3 hours. It still is one of the best memories of my life. I don't know how may orgasms I had, I can remember two, but they seemed trivial, it was the rush of blood then the suction that I remember. I couldn't tell you if he had any or not, I was hardly paying attention to him, it was the thrusting, the rush, the withdrawal I remember. I hardly even remember him leaving. I had a shower and waited for John.

The next day we had another tee time, and while we were paying, there was no sign of Russ, but I went to the restroom, came back, and whispered to John that my period was starting, and that he should go on alone. He did, it funny how guys can just head off golfing and not even think about changing their plans in that situation. John was not gone for two minutes before I saw Russ. He just pointed upstairs, I nodded, got my bag, and went and changed. I didn't even bother with the bikini, I put my beach dress over my nude body. I went up to the private deck, and stood by the lounge chair. Russ was there in seconds. He touched my hip, and slid my dress up, he realized I was nude, he bent me over the back of the chair, dropped his pants and started to enter me. He thrust several times, but I just wasn't ready, it would not go in! I turned around, dropped to my knees, and went to take his penis in my mouth. It was like putting a medium sized tomato, whole in your mouth. There was no way I could give this guy oral sex.

I licked around the head, cupped his balls, one in each hand, and with my thumb, slid the skin back and forth on his balls. It was really arousing him, and he had me on my back, and was inside me in seconds. I was ready this time, and he was in to the hilt in about five thrusts. Once again he was slow and gentle, and that feeling washed over me, in and out, in and out. The rush of blood, the gasp of the suction, I was back in heaven. This time was different though, as he got close to climax, he starting thrusting faster and faster, we starting making all sorts of slurps and sucking sounds, and I just lost it, I have never come so hard in my life. Thank god for men who know what they are doing. I don't know how long we went at it, but I was showered and at the pool when John finished 18. We went back to Nova Scotia the next day, and John still thinks our 'swinging' trip to San Diego was a bust.

They would have done anything to keep him and in fact the sisters didn't talk to each other for years after they found out about each other and the others.

Anyway, after I started dating her, she told me about her fantasies and her black friends who wouldn't do anything with her but were good friends nonetheless. I was so keen to have them join us but try as Millie might, they refused. So, we went another route and met a fellow through a phone ad. Nice young man, 23, with a slender rock-climbing instructors build, about six two, handsome with dark skin and black hair, his name was Cliff.

I joked with him about his name and his profession and he said it wasn't the first time. But it was his first time being with a couple. He'd just recently broken up with his girlfriend and she was being very unpredictable so he decided he needed to take a break and satisfy some of his fantasies. He was clean clean clean, so well-mannered and well-dressed and so I invited him home to meet Millie.

She was blind-folded and sitting on the edge of the bed when I brought Cliff in. He sat beside her and put his hand on her knee. "Hello Millie."he said, and his large hand squeezed her thigh gently. She jumped more at his speaking than his touch. She parted her legs just a little, almost imperceptibly, but Cliff saw it and so did I.

He leaned over and kissed her and I went to the kitchen to get some water for us. Brian was also over, as I'd called him and let him know that Millie and I were planning a special evening. We'd already included Brian in a threesome a few weeks earlier and he'd behaved so pleasantly and performed so well that even for a white guy, he had a great looking cock, about an inch longer than mine and about an inch thicker, it was the thickness that Millie commented on when he fucked her the first time. Anyway, he was there with bells on, not literally, but nothing would have dissuaded him.

He sat down on the other side of Millie and touched her breasts. She knew that two men were coming but didn't know who. When he kissed her though, she recognized his smell or something because she warmed right up as Cliff's hands followed her cue and moved up her thighs. She started to moan and gyrate against both men and I just watched from everywhere. I was up above the bed hanging over the headboard, I was down at the foot and I wish I'd had a camera. Oh yes I do.

I watched as these two perfect gentlemen got my lovely girlfriend ready to fuck. They were very excited themselves and they started to undress her and they got down to their underwear and stopped there. I was also stripped down by this time and touching Millie all the while. I started going down on her as the guys returned to the bed and started kissing her and feeling and sucking on her breasts. Millie has very shapely breasts, a rich brown colour on the light side, eastern european blood, melon shaped and perfectly nippled. Her pussy has the colour of pink coral and was already glistening with her excitement before I started to stroke her lips with my tongue and ready her for the prolonged fucking she was about to receive.

I looked up and saw that Millie had been fondling both Cliff and Brian's cocks through their underwear and now Cliff was taking matters into his own hands as he positioned himself in front of Millie's mouth and started pushing towards her. She had some fears about giving head, but they were not as strong as her desire as she pulled down Cliff's stretched underwear and started to suck on his unique eight inches. I say unique because at the head of his very dark brown cock he was not quite as thick as me, uncircumcised, and then about two thirds of the way down he got extremely thick almost like a large egg that then narrowed at least an inch or two before joining his body.

He really got into pulling his foreskin up to the head of his penis and having Millie suck it and lick his precum out. Meanwhile, Brian had moved up to the other side of Millie's face and she took a break to suck his large headed circumcised white cock.

Cliff rolled on a condom and started to position himself to fuck Millie. I moved a little out of the way, but only about a foot. I wanted the best view of what was about to happen here. Cliff pushed into Millie's already sopping pussy and I could tell she had not had anything that long or that thick for some time as she groaned out loud,"Oh God.""Oh no." Cliff and I asked her if she was okay. She reassured us she was, but she kept saying "Oh no." But then she started to buck her hips back at Cliff and I dove in to lick her clit while they fucked.

Brian had his cock in Millie's very pretty mouth and she was sucking on him and pulling while she grunted and ground down on my mouth and Cliff's erection. When he pushed all the way into her she gave that "oof" sound that somebody else called an "uggh" in one of the Dark Desires letters. He was definitely touching something deep. She moved like she was trying to get away and Cliff grabbed her and started pushing even deeper into her. I was licking her and they were moving around so much that I was licking him and then he pulled out of her and popped into my mouth, not like I was minding it, I was tripping thinking about what was going on in front of my face and thrilled to feel what was opening Millie's pussy wider than I'd ever seen it, and then back into her he went and I kept licking her clit and we must not have been too bad, because she went over the edge.

He held her while she shook and Brian just watched in appreciation as she forgot about his cock and jerked up and down like a rag-doll driven by her desire for just a little more cock she popped up a half-an-inch, I just held my tongue steadily against her throbbing clit with as much saliva as I could apply and she pushed my head away and sat back down on Cliff and I pushed back onto her with my tongue and she groaned and shook and I stopped and she shuddered, I kissed her stomach and she shuddered. Brian was working on her breasts and she was pumping his cock with her hand by now.

Cliff pulled out of her because she had said,"Ow." a couple of times as he rammed her while she was coming. She said she was okay and Brian took his place inside her. He was uncomfortable with my mouth down there so I left them to fuck in a very proper manner and Millie was in some other plane of happiness as she relaxed completely under Brian's caring touches and opened for him and fucked him in a gentle loving way that accelerated very slowly until he was pistoning into her and what he'd just seen obviously took him over the edge while Millie held him and he emptied himself inside her inside his condom.

Millie didn't mind condoms and she felt safer with them. Who were we to argue?

She used to tie me up and fuck me the way she liked to get fucked. While she taped a vibrator to my aching penis and turned it on while she told me hot stories about her black lovers. Needless to say, I was captivated.

Millie and her black men. It was after we broke up really. And she called all the time to tell me about her affairs with all these gorgeous black guys that were taking her from behind in stairwells at work and making her have anal sex with them and discovering that she could come that way. She went down to the Caman islands and in about five weeks had five affairs with different guys. No complaints at all.

The guy who talked her into having anal sex with him had a very long dick. He fucked her for hours and she just lost track of time. My birthday came along and she had a soft spot for me so she took me out to lunch. I have to admit, I was still attracted to her. She was so hot. Nut brown hair, perfect skin, really pretty mouth and she took me out for sushi. Then she asked me to take her shopping.

I gave her my time limits and she blew them all away. I was driving her back from the store and I was angry. She leaned over and undid my pants. One thing I'll say, after sucking all those big black dicks, she gave me the best head I'd ever felt in my entire life. The liquid heat that engulfed me and brought me close again and again with indrawn tugs, stopped long enough for her to invite me inside for a little more involved session.

A black dildo was involved. I went down on her and man was she wet. I didn't really get into it though, because I was dating another woman and I hadn't told her, and I felt really weird.

It was intense, but not as good as it could have been.

Her friend with the big eight and a half inches though. He was something else. He held her up on the kitchen counter and fucked her making her squirm. She wanted to have his child. He was too independent. He liked her though.

We're a very attractive couple in our mid 30s. My husband Jim is still a real jock, with a great swimmers body and washboard stomach. I' ve been exercising regularly too and now have my best figure ever, even after having two children. Jim's a wonderful guy, and we've been happily married for eight years. But I had very few boyfriends before we met and eventually got married. In so many ways our marriage is ideal. But more and more when we're making love I find myself having fantasies about having sex with another man, wondering what it would be like to be with someone who's truly well endowed. He could be black, white or any race as far as I'm concerned.

I'd hate to cheat on Jim and hate it if he cheated on me. But I have no desire to have another woman join us, or swap partners with another couple. I know it's selfish of me, but I'd be very threatened if Jim had sex with another woman and I certainly wouldn't find it exciting. I'm just amazed to see that so many men are turned on by watching their wives have sex with black studs. If Jim would actually enjoy sharing me with other men, that would be ideal.

I'm afraid to mention any of this to Jim, and have no sense that he'd be into it. I'd prefer it if he made all the suggestions, but I have no idea how to find out if he'd go for it. What the site needs is a step-by-step guide for the woman in my situation, just like the one for men.

Jim considers himself to be much better endowed than average, and is quite proud of his cock. In fact he enjoys talking about it, and sometimes tells me how much bigger he is than the other guys he sees in the showers. He doesn't think there's much of a difference between blacks and whites, though he does think Asians are significantly smaller. Once he suggested I measure it and it came to just over 7 inches. He's totally confident that people who boast of 10 inches or more are exaggerating or have some strange way of measuring. But I wonder if he's right.

Jim seems more of a natural exhibitionalist than a voyeur. And I've wondered if he would be tempted by the idea of having someone watch while we're making love. But how to suggest it? One idea I've had is to suggest we get a "professional photographer" to take photos of us making love. That person might be a sexy black stud who casually mentions that when photographing people he sometimes joins in. I'd have to see how Jim reacted to that without appearing either eager or put off. I might be able to arouse Jim's competitive instinct by saying whose cock is bigger. He might well go for the bait and find himself outclassed. But I find it hardest to imagine him wanting to go any further and watch me take that superior piece of manhood. In any case, if Jim liked the idea of having photos taken he'd be sure to think it's his job to find the photographer. So this idea would probably backfire on me.

If anyone has some advice, I hope you'll post it.

--Sharon

"Turned-on" is probably as good a term as I can come up with at this point. If you took the time to read Part One, the true story of my first black lover, you know how all of this started. As with any married, southern born and raised white female, I had always been around blacks, had heard the tales about their sexual talents and sizes, and had even had a few black friends when growing up. But, until that first seductive experience, I had never really considered having a physical interracial affair. After all, I am very married. I have been all of my life, it sometimes seems. My husband is a good man, and other than a few indiscretions during my marriage, I had never really considered a black lover as even a remote possibility.

When I had my encounter described in Part One, I experienced physical and mental things I had never known, even at age 44, after a what seems like a lifetime of marriage. I will admit that my secret fantasies had sometimes included black men, but most white women have such fantasies. We have all heard about the enormous sexual organs and talented physical abilities of black men. Yes, I believed them, and yes, I masturbated sometimes while having a fantasy about being "taken" sexually by a black man, sometimes even by groups of black men. Most white women, admit it or not, do have such secret fantasies. My first black lover proved all of these rumors to not only be true, but in my case, under estimated in my fantasies. The size of his "big black dick" was far more than I had ever imagined or thought could be!

Like most white women these days, I had several sexual situations and many boyfriends in my high school, college, and before-marriage days. I have even had several brief physical encounters after marrying my husband. I might add here just for the sake of telling everything, that my husband is close to 20 years older than I. We were both born and raised in the mores of the south, and had lived by these "southern standards" completely until my first interracial experience. All of my white sexual encounters had been with men having a cock size considered average for a man. That is, between 5 and 7 inches, with most being slightly less than six inches. My husband is just slightly longer than 5 inches. Most will add a half of an inch or slightly more when asked, but most girls will tell you, it just isn't so. This is a fact that we accept and do not think much about. As I stated in the Guide, as far as women are concerned, it isn't the length of the cock that matters. The delight or lack thereof is in the talent of the lover. Thickness feels better to me than length, although some women like it deep and consider thickness a pain, physically speaking. I have found that black men on the average, have both more length and greater thickness than white men, and from my personal experiences, they seem to know how to please a woman sexually while they are pleasing themselves.

Remember the statement that I made in the Guide. "White men have white cocks. Black men have big black dicks." That is very true. I know this is not telling you about my second experience as I ramble on, but there are some things I thought you would like to know before I get into the narrative and get you all "hot and bothered."

Another change that has taken place in my life because of my interracial sexual experiences has to do with oral sex. I hated it before. Now, I can't get enough. In my early years, guys were forever trying to get their cocks in my mouth. Some girls like sucking men. But, most don't, especially if it involves swallowing. I loathed oral sex, the smell, the taste, the act itself. As you know from reading Part One, I ended up sucking my first black lover, and doing so to completion, an unheard of act for me! I've never done anything that excited me more! To look up into his face, to see my white hand caressing his dark length, to see him looking down on me and feeling his big black dick swelling with excitement and delight, and to taste the sweetness of his cum as he spurts in my mouth, closing his eyes with delight as his black hands guide my head to take him deeper and deeper, making me swallow faster and faster... well, it is close to my number one excitement now! To tell the truth, I've probably sucked four times the number of black men than I've been to bed with, and loved doing each and every one. I'm probably getting way out of line with these comments, but for a woman who absolutely detested performing oral sex on a man, I've had a complete reversal of feelings and desires about putting anything related to sex in my mouth. Nothing seems to delight a black man more than having a white woman suck his dick until he jerks all over, except maybe, screwing her in the ass. We'll talk about that later. With all of this, I'm getting "hot and bothered!"

As a traveling insurance claims rep who does assigned on site claims processing, I get to go many places and meet many people. I don't always get to go where I want, when I want. But, I do get to travel and now, I have a second, interracial life. My home and my husband will always be special to me, but after experiencing interracial sex (not love... there is a difference), I will always have a need to include a time and a place for black men. I love sex, and I especially love it with a horny black man, well built and with a strong turn-on for white pussy... hopefully mine! Some black men take great delight in fucking me because I am a white woman. Others get even more out of an encounter with me because I am married. And, some take even a greater delight and satisfaction out of being successful in my seduction because my husband is such a racist. Regardless of the reason, I love being kissed and fondled by black men, sucking big black dicks, and having a black man curl my toes when he is deep in my pussy and I'm about to cum for the sixth or seventh time with no end in sight! I love it!

A little over two years ago, I received an assignment to Nassau. Since I live in south Florida, a trip to the Bahamas has never held much interest for me. I was assigned the job because of a claim for considerable damage to a large yacht that parked at the dock in Nassau. In working for my husband's insurance claims processing business part time, I can normally escape the assignments that I don't want. Of course, that doesn't mean I can get the ones that I do want either. It works both ways. Most of my jobs take me to major disaster sites such as floods, fires, tornados, and hurricanes. As a part time rep, I go to assist the local claims processors, and call it a full month when I am away just 10 days.

On this trip, the damage estimator had already finished his appraisal and all I had to do was the mountain of paperwork for the insuring company. Nassau was it's usual hot and humid self. I flew over late in the afternoon, was planning to complete the forms, check the pictures, and be done and on my way back to Miami by the next evening. I wore a cotton dress, very short, and quite form fitting. Although I had worn a bra, with the extremes between the tropical heat and the air conditioned interiors, my nipples were sticking out a mile it seemed. Although my breasts are a firm 35C, and get enough attention on their own, just being firm, upturned and bouncy... I am blessed with rock hard nipples that reach more than a quarter inch in length when I am chilled or sexually excited. They get so sensitive when they are extended that I can easily "nipple masturbate" myself to a really nice but incomplete orgasm just by caressing them. Today, they were attracting looks from everyone, not that I cared.

Under the yellow cotton mini dress, I wore only the bra and a pair of very sheer, white, unlined bikini panties. I found out later that not only could you see completely through me, but that as the dampness of the tropical humidity increased, the shadow of my bush was also recognizable! I knew I had been getting lots of looks. I do not shave my pussy. It's too hot here and when it starts to grow back, even the slightest, it drives me crazy. I'm a woman with lots of thick pussy hair, and I will not shave it ever, ever, ever again.

The detailed work took longer than expected, and my fate was sealed. I missed the last flight back to Miami. There were no seats on the later flights. I secured a hotel room, took a shower, and put on a "V" neck white top and slipped into a rather tight fitting white mini skirt. Although the hotel dinning room was busy, it was not totally filled. Many of those eating had arrived on the afternoon flight and would pickup their cruise ship the following morning. Across the room, my eyes kept meeting with those of a very handsome black man who seemed to work for the hotel. After the tenth eye connection, I could not help but smile. He smiled back. I'm aware that many white women, some single, some married with their approving husbands, come to the Bahamas for interracial sex. This can be observed on any day at any time of the year. White women come to the Bahamas to fuck. It is that simple. The black men in Nassau are keen in picking up on the desires of these women, and are quick to offer "their services" to the maximum delight of all concerned.

As I continued to glance in his direction, he walked over. "I see you are alone. May I join you?", he said. I liked his appearance, and already my eyes had caressed his pants and discovered a rather nice outline. I could already feel my juices starting to flow. He caught me looking and smiled.

As he slipped into the chair across from me, I tried not to make my interest too obvious. As my eyes met with his, I positioned myself to make sure he received an abounding view of my now braless white breasts, complete with nipples. His eyes locked on the probably obvious display of my bare breasts and he smiled. But, he looked and I didn't move, letting him really get a good peek.

As we continued small talk, he was obviously very interested in much more than just talking. The exploring comments and questions quickly followed. I have always heard how ingenious Nassau black men were when they set their sights on a visiting white woman, and this man was exceptional. I'd have guessed he had fucked probably hundreds of visiting white women. It happens, believe me. He introduced himself. His name was James, and he did not work for the hotel. So much for my detective skills. He was with one of the cruise lines, and worked as a shore public relations representative. (And, I remember the thoughts crossing my mind at the time... he was probably fucking every white women within reach on a daily basis!) Glancing down at my hands, he asked if that was a wedding ring. I told him that it was. He asked where my husband was. I told him that I was an insurance claims rep, that I had come over to do the paperwork on the yacht that was damaged in the harbor, and that I was alone. He smiled. I smiled. I could feel the trap being set, and I knew what was coming next. And, believe me, with his looks, his tantalizing behavior, I was not sending any "no" signals!

"Are you free for the evening?", he said, smiling and looking into my eyes, his hands grasping both of my hands in his large, dark fingers with loving softness. The contrast was blaring! "Yes, I am... but why would you want to go out with an old married woman like me?", like I didn't know he had his sights get on getting me naked and probably fucking me through the wall. "I prefer older married ladies.", he responded, putting on his best Nassau accent. "Would you like an evening of dancing and maybe a drink or two?" "I'm thinking you may be interested in more than just an evening of dancing, my dear.", trying to play the situation for maximum effect.

"Oh, I'd never offend such a well-bred, beautiful, married white women by thinking such a thing.", he answered, "But, I will say that I find you very attractive and would love your company if you'd like a date of the local variety." His smile went from ear to ear.

As I sit here trying to write this narrative, I'm truly trying to remember all of the details, every word, and in doing so, I'm surprising myself with some of the things that are coming back to me. Since this encounter was only my second with a black man, it is very meaningful and still remains clear in my memory. That surprises me, as most days I can't even remember half of the items on a grocery trip.

I can remember feeling the smile that covered my face. Yet, I was trying to hide my desire to caress and extend that outline that was in his pants. James was a very handsome and well built black man of about 32, I'd guess. He was probably 6'3", about 220 pounds, big, broad shoulders, very sexy negro features, and very dark skin. His every feature was a turn-on to a married white lady, me, who still carried heated memories of a first black lover, fresh in my memories. We were not alone, and others were there, clearly watching his pursuit of a married white woman my age. He was flattering me and I was eating it up. I, again, let him look down the "V" neck of my top, knowing his mouth was probably watering to get hold of my white braless boobies. One white man, seated next to us with his wife was clearly aware of what James was doing, and was obviously deeply incensed, and kept watching us. I wondered what he was thinking... and if his wife was also aware. She glanced at me several times, once with a half smile.

"Room 337, I'll be ready in 20 minutes.", as I started to pay the bill and leave. James reached down, smiled, and eased the check from my hand, squeezing my hand softly with his large, dark hand as he did so. I can remember wondering what would happen, knowing that knock on the door would place me alone with him for the first time. I liked the idea and was finding my clit starting to twitch.

He nodded and smiled as I departed, walking away with slightly more than my normal twist, feeling his eyes locked on my butt. I knew the outline of my sheer white bikini panties could more than likely be seen through my tight skirt. He could probably tell I was twisting my butt a little extra for his pleasure. This was going to be wildly interesting.

In exactly 17 minutes, his knock came on the door. As I opened the door, I told him I was just about ready. I continued to mess with my hair. As we exchanged a few more words, he walked up behind me and kissed me on the neck. There was no pretending. I melted backwards and into his waiting arms. He held me tightly, and my heart pounded as I not only was aware of his black arms and how strong and firm they were, but the firmness of his erecting dick! He pressed it firmly against my skirt and the waiting crack of my fanny. Even with his firm black dick still pointed "downwards" in his pants, it was very obvious I was about to discover another very big black delight! This one was even larger than my first, and my clit twitched again, a very disconcerting feeling. This black man was huge, and he was there in a hot and talented pursuit of my pussy...and probably more! It was a 95% given. I was probably about to get myself fucked by the second black man to work his way into my life.

My heart pounded as I let him continue kissing my neck, pressing my butt backwards against his even more firm manhood. As I looked into the mirror and watched him nuzzle my neck with kisses, my clit started to wildly twitch with desire and my dampness flowed! In moments, his circling black arms started to caress my braless white breasts, and soon he had my top up and was cupping and almost milking my still extending nipples. As I looked down and watched my bare white breasts being cupped, caressed, fondled, and almost milked by his talented black hands, I realized I was "had..." and I loved it!

I turned, pulled my top down, and let this handsome black man really kiss me, his tongue exploring my mouth as I willingly submitted to his every advance. As his hands skillfully lifted my skirt higher and higher, we continued to kiss. As my head whirled, I offered no resistance and soon felt my skirt up to my waist and his black hands inside the band of my sheer white panties! I was helpless and loving every minute of it! James was good, and getting better every minute!

In a heartbeat, after getting his black hands on my white butt, he had positioned himself to where he had me off my feet and was caressing my very wet pussy. So much for an evening on the town in Nassau. I was going to get fucked and we both knew it. This black man was a wonderful lover, and his hands were all over me!

As I pushed him away, we quickly had the required "safe sex" exchange, and in less than a flash, I was unzipping his pants, knowing what was there! His "big black dick" was not only bigger than I had imagined... it was much blacker too... and very hard. I would venture to guess that his was at least nine inches long and very thick... very! As I pushed him into the waiting chair, I was focused on his eyes, his form, and his still extending dick. It was huge... surpassing anything I had ever imagined earlier. I can remember thinking at the time, "Do they all have dicks this large?" They just seem to keep getting bigger and bigger!

With his massive manhood sticking up like a black toy, I told him to sit still while I undressed. I love undressing in front of black men. Even today, after having been with more than my share, I love to feel their horny and caressing eyes as every inch of my white body comes into view. I try to make it interesting and exciting and very sexy. Chills always make my nipples seem close to exploding as I pull my panties down, turning my back as I do so, knowing a ladies pussy always peeks best when seen from behind. Mine does this especially well, as my pussy has nice lips and my pink clit loves to steal the show whenever given the chance. Once I was down to only my heeled sandals and bare white skin, I walked over to him and with both hands, started caressing his enormous black dick. His eyes rolled back as I touched the tip with my tongue, tasting his pre-sweetness, and knowing what was coming next.

With no reservations at all, I took his blackness in my mouth, and started sucking him with all of the wild desire that had built up in me! His eyes rolled back and closed briefly as my impressive performance seemed to get even better, and surprised even me. As I sucked him, I could feel my juices flowing and starting to run down my left leg! When a ladies juices run down her legs, that is a clear indication that she's really turned on, I'd say!

It took both hands to handle his massive size. Most really large cocks don't really get rock hard. They are firm, but not hard. James was different. This "big black dick" was HARD! I had all my mouth would take deep inside, and yet there was enough of his blackness remaining to where I had both hands guiding it. I could tell he was delighted and pleased in having a very married white women suck on him, and soon, the fullness told me that he was close. As the cum started, I tried to keep sucking and yet started swallowing as much as I could in each gulp! His cum was sweet, massive, thick, and flowing into my mouth like a river! As the spurting flow slowed, I intensified my sucking. He quickly reached the point of maximum sensitivity and started to jerk as my mouth begged for the last drops! His hands, all the while, were squeezing and exploring my white boobies. I was close to a nipple climax when he stopped.

He lifted my 105 pound whiteness from the floor and carried me to the king-size bed. My thighs were slick from my flowing lubrication. As he discovered my wetness, he smiled and caressed and explored my pussy. I remember thinking that his inserted finger was probably larger than my husband's cock. Once he had my legs open and my pussy fully exposed, James slipped his head between my legs and soon his exploring tongue was driving me wild with desire. I love having a black man eat my pussy, almost as much as I like sucking his dick... and James was exceptional by my limited interracial standards. He brought me to one climax and then another and another! I am very multi-orgasmic, and he was giving me one after another!

When I cum, each one builds on the last. I am truly multi-orgasmic, I guess. I find each one is better than the last, and stronger and more intense too. I've found with a talented lover who reads me well, I can easily reach at least twenty or more wonderfully wild orgasms, and when the end does come, it is so deep and so intense that I nearly convulse and then end up crying... sobbing, much to the surprise and initial distress of my lover. But, for a man to take me to this edge is fantastic for me! Just before reaching that point, my hunger and responsive body movements let him know that I love being fucked and I'm really turned-on and want all I can get! I respond vocally and physically to every thrust.

After James brought me to one more oral climax, his big black dick was obviously hard again and ready for the white pussy he had been cultivating so well. He mounted me with his darkness, and within two tongue-deep kisses, I felt the monstrous head of his dick slipping into my waiting and very receptive vagina! He was an accomplished lover, taking me to new levels of intense excitement. I could not have picked a more perfect black man for my second interracial lover!

With my legs over his dark, strong shoulders, his increasing thrusts brought me to one climax after another. I had already had at least four from his tongue on my clit. Now, in waves, I counted five, six, seven, eight... and then lost count as he pinned me to the bed and drove his thickness into my cervix! My body seemed to come again and again as he held my legs over his shoulders, his gigantic black dick fucking me deeper, harder, and deeper than anything I had ever known! It was the most wonderful succession of sexual climatic waves I had ever imagined. This black man was giving me a new definition of "being fucked" and I loved every powerful stroke and thrust! I loved his nasty, almost filthy whispers. I'm thinking now that everyone in the hotel probably heard my moans!

Having cum so completely from my "awesome" (smile...) blow-job, he was able to last and last and last, completely fucking me into oblivion. Without so much as a word, he pulled his dick from my pussy, grabbed me, rolling me over, and placed me on my knees! I knew what was coming... and I was just hoping he would fit and that I could walk when he had finished.

There is a saying that says... "Once a black man fucks a white woman in her ass, a part of her will belong to black men forever!" I'll have to say that I believe this, as I've certainly had enough black men in my ass to say "they" have been there, and a part of me will always belong to them!

As wet as I was, James popped past the opening of my ass with no resistance, as we were both past being well lubricated by this time. He took me with loving care, and yet within just a matter of a few strokes, his big black dick was deep in my anal canal and I was starting to cum again. As he fucked me there, his hands cupped and squeezed my jiggling white tits! The harder he fucked my ass, the harder he squeezed my boobies! I love having a black man fuck me, and if he likes squeezing my white boobies, it really makes me crazy with desire!

I knew I was close to the "ultimate" and I knew he was too! Within a matter of strokes, his black dick filled my waiting butt with his cum! I climaxed wildly as I felt his dick spurt in my ass, and my final, deep and lasting climax quickly followed! As my tears started to flow, he thought he had hurt me! I can't stop sobbing when I reach this sexual level, so even conversation is impossible.

James snuggled me and kissed me, his black body caring for me as if we were deeply involved lovers. Following a few close moments, we kissed and soon showered together... a black man and a married white women... sexual lovers. I haven't seen or talked with James since that night. But, it is a night that I'll always remember. His big black dick took me to new levels and made me truly understand and appreciate that black men and white women make the perfect lovers! To me, my white ladies pussy was made to be used and enjoyed by black men, and in return, their big black dicks will always be the ultimate lovemaking tool for pleasing and delighting my pussy! And, to taste their sweetness is to know how sweet they can be... I'll never get enough! I can't wait for the next one to come along!

Black men are always asking me for advise, wanting to know what I like best, and how they can be successful with the white women of their dreams. My darlings, there isn't a white woman out there who hasn't at least thought about it. Just use your eyes and your head, and success will follow you around like you are the answer to every woman's fantasy.

As for me, I love pleasing my man. I especially love being watched as I'm on my knees sucking on your black delight. I love being fucked, standing up, from behind, pressed against a wall and taken deeply, strongly, from behind, to the point of lifting me off my feet with your thrusts! I love being fucked until I reach the "ultimate!" I love lots of hot, nasty, almost filthy comments when sex becomes just that... pure sex! What woman wouldn't! I love locking eyes with a black man, knowing he's thinking about my pussy. And, believe me, a woman can tell when you are looking at her... especially if you smile and if you are thinking about and trying to picture her pussy! And, we all have one...

Peggy

Allen had to go into the office early that morning and had left about 6:30. We were having a pool put in and construction guys would come and go but two guys were there all the time. They were both black and I had appreciated their build and muscles the week before when they first started on the pool, I was sitting in the kitchen nook looking out the window watching these guys while drinking my coffee and this particular morning it was hot and both of them had on cutoff levis and had their shirts off. I really could see how well they were built even though I had noticed before they always had on long pants and a shirt.

After finishing my coffee I went in and took a bath and while drying off there was a knock at the back door. I quickly threw on a robe and went to answer. It was Frank, one of the workers that I was admiring before. We had agreed to make progress payments at certain stages of the pool construction and Frank asked if he could pick up the next progress check for his boss as his boss will not be around today to get it himself. I told him sure and invited him in and he followed me down the hallway towards the den. I sat down at my desk to write the check. As I was sitting down and writing I turned to my side to ask Frank if he wanted something cold to drink and found my eyes staring straight into his crotch which was only a few inches from my face.

I saw an outline of what I believed to be the biggest cock in the world and as my eyes followed its length I could see the huge head partially hanging out from the bottom of his shorts. I don't know how long I was staring but I heard Franks voice say, "like what you see?" My throat was so dry and I was so turned on I couldn't even speak and just nodded my head.

He then said you can touch it if you want and my hands seemed to just naturally reach for his dick. I started rubbing it through his pants as I felt his hands slide down the front of my robe and start to play with my tits. I was getting so wet it was almost embarrassing. I had to see it in all of its glory and started unbuttoning his 501's until now fully erect it sprung loose. It was huge, I had two hands on it, still the whole head plus some of his cock was still exposed. It was almost as big around as a coke can and I immediately started to wrap my lips around the big head. I really had to stretch but I was able to get my mouth around it and started really giving him a blow job. I knew he liked what I was doing as he was moaning and telling me how good it felt. He may have wanted more but I could not stand it any more and wanted to try his cock on my pussy.

I did need any foreplay and was ready. I took my mouth off of him and told him to lay down on his back an an exercise mat I have in the den for sit ups. I pulled his shorts off and over his construction boots and tossed them aside. I tore off my robe and straddled him. I heard him say something about my breast but did not really listen as I was guiding the head towards my pussy. I knew I was going to get it in but was not sure how hard or easy it was going to be. As the head reached my pussy lips I tried to spread myself as far as I could and the head slid right in and I had my first orgasm. Frank just laid there with his eyes as big as saucers as this horny white chick gets off on just having the head of his prick in.

I slowly lowered myself farther down his pole taking about 3/4 of it. With each stroke I got a little more in until the whole thing was stuffed in me. Frank still had not moved, (he later told me he did not want to hurt me). After waiting a moment to become use to his gigantic tool I told him to fuck and fuck me hard but then there was a knock again at the back door. We both did not say a word or moved, then a voice hollered through the door, "Frank what is taking you so long?". It was Daryl, Frank's partner, who had been waiting for Frank and who we both forgot about. Frank asked if I wanted Daryl to join in, I thought for a second and said sure as my pussy got even wetter, if that was possible, thinking about have two guys at once. Frank yelled out, "come on in were down the hall in the den".

As soon as he finished the word den he started moving his cock in and out of me and I started fucking him back. I was aware that Daryl had made it to the den but really was too wrapped up in what I was doing to really pay attention to him. After a couple of minutes I felt Daryl kneel down behind me taking his hands and rubbing them around the outside of my pussy as Frank's cock was really pounding me. Daryl gathered up some pussy juice on his fingers and inserted one of his fingers into my asshole. I pushed back to welcome the intrusion which he interpreted as meaning, more, more! I felt him gather some more juice then there was a pause from him for a few seconds but the pause was soon replaced by feeling the head of his cock pushing against my asshole and then sliding very slowly in. Again I came right then and scratched poor Frank's chest really bad. (He told me later that really turned him on).

Daryl was a good size, bigger than most men but not as big as Frank. By the time both men were buried in me all the way, I was delirious and it made me cum again and I came so hard I almost pushed Daryl out of me. Both of these men fucked me hard for a good 15 minutes when they both started to cum. I could feel their cocks rubbing together inside me separated by only a layer of muscle between my pussy and asshole. Feeling huge loads of cum being shot in both holes at the same time was too much again for me and I came again milking every last drop of cum out of these two studs.

Daryl immediately pulled out pulled his shorts up, said thank you and headed out. I never even saw what his cock looked like (that day). Frank laid there while my pussy keep milking him trying to keep him hard, after a few minutes I felt his cock regain the hardness it had previously and soon we were fucking like animals again with me cumming three more times before he flooded my insides with his own love juice.

Frank went back to work with Daryl. I took another bath and went into town to meet my girlfriend for lunch. That night I told Allen what had happened not knowing what he was going to do. He said the he had only wished he had been there to watch, he then fucked me harder then he had ever done before. And so I wouldn't disappoint him he has now watched me fuck Frank and Daryl several times. That is how my first time went. Please send comments as I really get off on them. I also would like to trade stories, pictures, etc. Connie.

I live with a very special woman. She is beautiful of face and lithe of body. She feels fantastic. Hugging her is pure joy every day, every time we press our bodies together.

But once, I was with a very special woman named Vera. I’ve mentioned her before. She and I were engaged to be married and I placed an ad looking for men of well above average endowments. We spoke to a number and eliminated many immediately. Two seemed very pleasant on the phone and one turned out to be a well endowed pig. She was so sweet with him. She told me that she would have sex with this white cigarette chain smoking brown corduroy and happy socks wearing fat glob of a man and I said no. If he had had one or two cigarettes maybe. But he was so far gone into his nervousness. I told him that Vera was not feeling well and he left. But he called again and again. Later, years later, I saw him on a local nude beach and he had two women on either side of him. His cock lay in a pile between his legs. A man who did not lie about his eight and three quarters inch penis and who was also very thick and well proportioned. Such a shame.

Then again, what was to follow was incredibly amazing and still remains one of my most exciting fantasies based on this very real reality. Vera had been talking for some time with this fellow Don. She said that he said he had a “nine inch plus cock and the plus is the thickness”. That certainly sounded interesting to both of us and she talked with him some time on the phone arranging their meeting. At the time I was a student and had no money for a car, so we bussed out to the local station near where Don lived and I watched from the back of the bus while Vera said goodnight to me and got into a dark van parked in the bus turnaround. I watched as that black vehicle pulled out and drove away with my gorgeous fiancee inside.

I bussed back home and waited for two hours after I got back. When Vera got in she looked very different and I got very excited. She already had large shapely lips. The natural model kind. She now had large balloon lips of the exaggerated modern model kind.and she looked quite tired.

I helped her into our bed and helped her out of her red spandex dress. As she lay back on the bed I saw her exposed pussy as a flat pink shiny glossy bright wet pudding of a pussy. She was so incredibly swollen and stretched and yet taut and giving. I begged her to let me kiss and lick her. She let me. She was so soft, so pulpy and musky and she definitely smelled different. I asked her about her evening. She told me about how she and Don had gone into his place and into his bedroom and started making out and feeling each other all over while they watched a porno. Then they fell into a sixty-nine and she was proud to tell me that she thought she had taken all of him once down her throat. His penis turned out to be shaped like a round ended horn with a head that was slightly smaller than mine but a penis that half way down the length was the same width as mine at the head and then got progressively thicker and thicker until it was as thick around as a fist.

He came inside her twice. She came five times merely from him being inside her. They fucked for two hours. She commented on how brown his penis was. It surprised her.

I begged her to let me put my swollen penis inside her. She started to refuse saying she was too tender. I pleaded. I said I would not move. She finally agreed and I balanced myself and slipped my cock very slowly inside the hottest place in the universe. I merely felt that furnace of a vagina and felt my cock push against soft wet walls that gave freely in all directions and enveloped me with love and I came and came and came, adding to the two other cums spread out inside her three inches deeper than I was reaching.

The whole idea was too exciting. I asked Vera if she would consider a threesome. She asked Don. Don said he would. He had refused before he met her. I guess he wasn’t too sure how I’d feel after he had totally altered her pussy forever. What he didn’t realize was that Vera’s first boyfriend had been a basketball player and had opened her up more than I could already before we met.

Both of us were so attracted to each other that we had amazing sex the first time together and then after that, I don’t think she could come from my penis stimulation alone. She thoroughly enjoyed my oral techniques and also many toys that we acquired over the years. There was a time when I could move the way she wanted. Then I had a head on collision and got screwed by the insurance company. So, having somebody else do the fucking that I could not was something I wished on one level wasn’t the truth, and on another level, the fantasy level that had been fed by Penthouse Letters since the mid-seventies through the eighties.

Even though I am generally considered a very handsome man, with a “black man’s ass” and skin which tans a rich caucasian brown, highly symmetrical body with a well-proportioned cock, I’m still white and five foot eleven and even though I’m a hundred and eighty pounds of bodybuilding, I still fantasize about other men having my wife and when they’re through having me. Because I’ll be honest. I didn’t start out to have anything sexual to do with other men. But the way I was made, men showed very strong interest in me from the time I was six. Of course, when you go out with a beautful woman, everywhere you go people are charming. To her.

So, you either like it or lump it. I went through my hurt. I decided that trying to be the good guy who kept her to myself was only going to get me hurt. One night a guy I worked with came over with just a vast quantity of liquor. I was passed out on the bed after throwing up horrendously, while those two, Vera and Ron kept on going through two more bottles and then drove off and fucked.

She came back and I knew exactly what had happened. I hadn’t wanted it to happen. But I gained her heart and her trust by understanding her pain and loving her just the same. That same fellow died in a crash in his car.

But my sweety and me continued on and then it was a friend of a family member who offered to help Vera set up our new place before I could move in with her. He had her bra off when she called me at work. “He says he has an eight inch penis but it doesn’t look any bigger than yours.” She said. I asked her what she wanted to do. She said that he excited her and that she was afraid that as far as she’d gone he might be angry if she stopped then. I said I wanted to hear all about it. She ended up giving him head and sending him on his way.

The response has been overwhelmingly supportive, even though I am cheating on my husband. I think this proves that there are a lot of men and women like myself, who are trapped in same race marriages. So many women want to be with a black man because of their mental and physical strength. However, because of phony social taboos have decided not to follow their yearnings. About the only advise I can give is that it is better to do something and regret it, than to go through life wondering how different things might have been.

Eric and I stayed in touch with each other. Through a little luck and a little conniving we managed to make arrangements to meet again on another business trip. The time for our meeting drew near. I became nervous wondering if the raw passion I felt was just do to the newness of being with a black man. Events proved otherwise.

After arriving in the town of our rendezvous, I went to work. All day my mind was nothing but erotic thoughts. At one time I had to change my panties because of their wetness. At the end of the day I rushed to our hotel. Since I was the first to arrive I showered, and lay nude on the alter that is called a bed. Instead of human or animal sacrifice on this alter I was going to offer my pussy to a black man.

When Eric knocked on the door, I jumped up. When he entered we embraced as a way to assuage the passage of time. The fabric of Eric's suit was both tickling me, and rubbing my nipples so as to intensify my sexual arousal. I was so aroused that I asked him to just take his cock out of his pants and fuck me standing up, but he insisted on waiting until he showered.

I lay on the bed awaiting his return. When he appeared at the bathroom doorway his black skin was stretched tightly around his massive cock. In my own mind I could hear African drums beating as Eric walked toward me with the grace of a hunting leopard. When he reached the foot of the bed the drums stopped. The leopard had found its prey.

He looked at my naked body. In a submissive gesture, I raised my knees and spread my creamy white thighs. In our heightened arousal no foreplay was needed or wanted. He placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy and made his first of many thrusts. As he entered me, my pelvic area began to tingle and go into a series of contractions. I then began to thrust upward from my alter as if I wanted to fall onto his black knife of a cock. His undulating hips reminded me of the waves created in a bay by a massive ship passing in the night. Instead of the waves rolling onto some rocky shore they were crashing onto my pussy.

I looked down to watch him fuck me, and after all these years I realized my pussy had been made to accommodate a black man's cock. For so many years it had been misused by white men, who did not know how to unlock the sensual beast that was in all women. My ability to watch him fuck me became more difficult as my orgasm approached. My eyes became unfocused, and my hips that had returned each of his thrusts ceased moving, and became anchored to the bed. The only movement was his hungry black cock thrusting into my even hungrier white pussy. The only sound was the wet staccato slapping of his cock fucking me with mechanical consistency. Our combined sexual excretions was the only food our contrasting sex organs needed. As he erupted into me, my body ceased quivering. I wanted his erupting essence to flow smoothly to my womb's entrance so that I can once again feel the magic elixir of a black man's cum. Then my body exploded.

We continued to satisfy our passion. Eventually though the leopard fell asleep, satiated on the essence that came from my pussy. I woke during the middle of the night and observed his magnificent sleeping black body. The lights from the parking lot lights were streaming into our room. It was then that I realized that the lights that were meant to provide security was acting as a barrier, and the hotel room was a cage. Unlike cages that were meant to keep birds and show their beauty, ours was one were we went to hide at night. Nobody would be looking into our cage and say what lovely birds, nor hear our songs of sexual passion.

The cum that was seeping from my pussy was the cum of raw sex, and not the cum of impregnation. Like the sands of an hourglass my eggs would drop from my body never to be fertilized by a black man. How ironic, I thought, that I was now taking birth control pills to prevent my husband from impregnating me. Not to prevent the black man I loved.

Any comments would be appreciated.

My wife gets lost in sex but she does enjoy the attention she gets when we talk about it later among the four of us. She did not want to leave out James and Ida. I agreed to ask James to just enjoy watching Ivory and Jessie with my wife and not to try to get in on sex this time. Ivory and Jessie liked the idea and James agreed.

Ivory called us at a motel we used before and told us the room number. We got there a little before 9:00 and they had videos going. James and I took chairs while Jessie and Ivory sat on the bed and beckoned my wife to join them. They slowly started to feel her up with all of her clothes on and she started to enjoy being the center of attention. Ivory took of her shirt while she was still sitting up and Jessie pulled her breasts up out of her bra. My wife laid back against Ivory and Jessie went to work on her nipples. They grew longer and more and more wrinkled. They took off her bra and laid her back with her totally cooperating.

Jessie eased her pants off and Ivory took over her nipples. Jessie reminded my wife and Ivory that he was to be first this time and everybody agreed. He and Ivory both stripped down and went all over my wife gently carressing every inch of her naked body. She opened her legs and gave Jessie complete access to all of her.

Ivory was enjoying her breasts and he seemed to enjoy showing me and James that he had her going further into ecstacy. He kept looking at us and grinning as he pulled her nipples and jiggled her titties. Jessie ate her into her first climax and had her groaning and moaning. He moved back to let Ivory eat her but told him not to put his dick in her first! Jessie has a long slinder dick and Ivory has a very fat big dick. Ivory ate her all over! He licked her butt and had her squirming before he got to her pussy. By the time he got her pussy lips open she was sloppy from her pussy hair all the way down. He ate her to a real hard and loud climax.

Jessie took back over and opened her legs all the way open. He played with her pussy lips and rubbed the hair on her pussy. Ivory had put his dick in her hand but she was hardly aware of it. Jessie rubbed his dick all over her pussy. He let it rub her clit ahd had her humping with anticipation while Ivory kept looking at us and grinning. Once in a while Ivory would slap her titties with his dick and giggle. My wife reached down and opened her pussy for Jessie and he eased his hard dick in her. She raised up to get it all in her and groaned as Ivory rubbed his dick on her face. Jessie started to slam her real hard and Ivory moved back to give him all of her. With each slam, her titties flopped and she moaned loudly. Jessie reached around under her neck and pulled her head up with one hand. With the other hand, he pushed one of her titties in her mouth and we could hear her sucking her nipple. In a very short time, she yelled with a loud hard climax. Jessie kept slamming her till he shot his load all the way the the back of her womb! My wife told him not to stop but Jessie told her to give Ivory a good fucking.

Jessie's cum was oozing out of her and it was all over her entire bottom. Ivory moved between her legs and she was shaking with anticipation of Ivory's big fat dick. His big dick went in amazingly easy! It was such a contrast! He is very black and she is very white. Ivory pulled her head up by her hair and she pulled her own tit into her mouth and started sucking. As he continued to slide in and out of her pussy he quickened up his pace. The tit she was not holding was flopping all over her chest! We could all hear their pubic areas clashing and their bellies smashing.. As my wife came to a climax, she let go of her tit and groaned. Ivory kept fucking and we could see that his load was comming! As he shot his load in her, he pulled her head up by the hair and slammed her! They both laid there quivering and shaking.

Jessie rolled her over and lifted her bottom up and started to slam her doggy fashion. He had a hand full of her hair and had her head pulled back. I stopped him to ask my wife if she was ok. She said she was and Jessie went to slamming her with her head pulled all the way back. Her titties jerked with each slam! Jessie came in her and fell off of her.

Ivory rolled her over but my wife said she had had enough. Ivory and Jessie both wanted to jerk off on her pussy hair and she agreed. She laid there with her legs open as Ivory jerked off all over her pussy. He rubbed it and she just laid there. Ivory got out of Jessie's way and Jessie jerked off with one hand and played with her titties with the other. Ivory started to jerk off on her titties. He pulled her arms over her head and slapped her titties with his dick. When he shot his load on her titties, he rubbed it in real good!

We went home and my wife wanted to invite James the next day. James and I enjoyed her more than we had in a long, long time!