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First Time With A Black Man
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Home Early
Sunday, August 7th, 2005As the wheels to the plane touched down, Fred O’Connor reached up to the over head bin and hauled down his one carry on piece of luggage. “Home a day early,” he thought to himself, “boy will Sylvia be surprised to see him!” He grabbed a hack in front of the terminal and gave the driver his address in Northbrook, an upper middle class suburb twenty miles north of Chicago’s loop. It had been a grueling trip, four cities in three days, and it felt good to be home! The cab stopped in front of his split level, and Fred was in such a good mood he tipped the driver and extra ten! He couldn’t wait to get inside and give Sylvia the good news about his trip, big sales to two of his regular customers, and a pretty nice one to a guy he had been working on for over a year! As he strode up the walk to his front door, he was a little bit puzzled that the house was dark, it was only ten p.m., and both cars were in the garage, so she must be at home. Besides the lights, the next thing that seemed out of the ordinary was the smell, the moment he closed the front door behind him, he detected the aroma of burning incense. He was about to yell out to her, when all at once he recalled that about a month ago he thought he detected the faint smell incense, but Sylvia had just laughed it off and told him that she had spilled some vanilla while cooking, and that must be what he was smelling. He hadn’t given it another though until this very moment, but the odor hanging heavy in the air was definitely incense! “Why would she lie about something like that,” he thought, while quietly climbing the carpeted stairway?!? The closer he got to the spare bedroom at the end of the hall the stronger the aroma got. From the partially open door he could see a very dim light being cast that seemed to be that from a candle. He silently pushed the door slightly more ajar, and as his eyes accustomed themselves to the candle light, he almost fainted from what he was seeing!!! There on the bed spread eagle, with her hands and feet tied to each corner of the bed frame, was his beautiful blonde wife of five years, laying naked before a huge black man, who from what Fred could see, was completely naked as well!!!
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Black and White
Friday, July 29th, 2005Jonelle sat in the dark, staring at the images flashing on her computer screen. Her finger was busy attacking her erect clit while her eyes focused on the large black cock impaling the tiny thin white girl deep inside her hairless pussy. A push of the mouse and another image jumped to the screen, this one of another white girl, but this time sucking on the knob of a huge ebony cock. The girl in the picture was very young, perhaps sixteen or seventeen years old, but the look on her face was that of absolute satisfaction and submission. Her eyes were focused upward, looking directly at the face of the black stud who was feeding her his erection. Jonelle’s cunt contracted hard, the first sign of the deep orgasm that shook her body. Her finger flew over her clit, occasionally dipping into her hole to get lubrication for her hot little nub. Ever since she had her first orgasm three years earlier, at fourteen, she had fantasized about being forcefully taken by a black man with a huge pecker. Why someone gets fixated on a certain sexual desire or fetish is something for the psychologists of the world, all Jonelle knew, was that the mere sight of a large black erection made her cunt wet and her knees go weak. What excited her even more, was if the cock in question was poking itself into a young white girl. With the advent of the world wide web, anyone could find sexually explicit material that satisfied his or her needs. For Jonelle, this meant spending her evenings cruising the interracial sites looking for images of giant black men having their way with innocent young white girls. While she had never had any sexual contact with a male of any kind, she was sure that when the time came, she would give up her virginity to a black man with a huge cock. At least that’s what she hoped!
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Black Male
Tuesday, July 5th, 2005Marie carefully checked her dark hair and smoothed her night gown before reaching reaching for the front door knob and opening the door!!! “Marie,” asked the tall black man with a dazzling white smile, “I’m James Gobbel, you were expecting me!?!” “Uh, please come in, Mr. Gobbel,” Marie said nervously, “I’m so glad you could make it!!!” James Gobbel moved smoothly into Marie’s well appointed apartment, and after giving it a quick once over, turned back to Marie and said softly, “I’m glad you followed instructions, it makes things much easier!!!” “Instructions,” Marie asked in a slightly puzzled voice!?! “The lingerie,” James replied gently, “I’m glad you remembered, it makes things go so much easier!!!” “Why is that,” Marie asked weakly, as the overpowering presence of the powerfully built black man nearly overwhelmed her!?! “I think you know the answer to that,” he replied evenly while reaching out and calmly opening the front of her nightie, “but if I must paint a picture for you, I was under the impression that you wanted to see a black man’s erection!!!” “Y-yes,” she whispered!!! “Well,” he replied while cupping her full breasts in his huge hands, “don’t you think that this is a very good way to give me one!?!”
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Wife’s First Black Cock
Sunday, June 19th, 2005Our only experience swinging was in Jamaica. I found how enticing
Terry can be to other men, and how excited I got watching her fucking.
She truly enjoyed sex and got off on all the attention. We decided to
find some playmates upon our return. It took a few months and sifting
through email from a few web sites, but I finally found a reasonable
single male. Martin appreciated her photos, seemed well spoken and had
the added benefit of being a well-built black man who was quite well
endowed. Thick and a good 9 – 10 inches. Significantly bigger than
Terry was used to with me. We scheduled a date at a very nice hotel
downtown. Terry only fucks other men for me in 4 star hotels. Go
figure…
She was as nervous as I had ever seen, and slightly bitchy during the
day. Normally I might have withdrawn a bit but not this day. We spent
the day shopping to pass the time, a few clothes and a household item.
I was floored when she suggested a new video camera. An impulse buy
which gave me an instant erection thinking about the upcoming evening.
After a brief dinner, we returned to the hotel to get ready. She took
a leisurely bath and allowed me to “practice” with the new camera
while she fingered herself in the tub. I then had the distinct
pleasure of trimming her pussy to my desire with her spread eagle on
the bed. I had picked out a tight red velvet textured outfit – a short
skirt without panties and a top which tied in the front. Dressed to
kill, and looking both sexy and slutty. A glass of wine to calm the
nerves and off we go.
We sat in the lobby for a few minutes, waiting for Martin to arrive.
We had actually not seen pictures above the neck, so we scrutinized
every black man walking into the lobby. Finally, a tall gentleman made
his way toward us and introduced himself. Bingo. As soon as he sat
down next to Terry on the couch, I saw her nervousness melt away. She
was immediately comfortable and it was obvious they both found each
other attractive. Another glass of wine, and we headed off to find a
bar to relax and get acquainted. I drove my SUV, while Terry and
Martin rode in the back.
We found a cigar bar which was surprisingly empty, and made our way to
a dark area in the back. We claimed a couch and sat Terry in the
middle with Martin and I on either side. Perfect. Martin talked a bit
about his previous experiences swinging, and we relayed our relatively
modest experiences in Jamaica. Slowly the place filled up, and we were
surrounded by other couples and groups. A young woman in a skin tight
cat suit straddled the lap of an older gentleman directly in front of
us. We watched as he rubbed her crotch through the cat suit. I
wondered how Terry was feeling, and slipped my had under her thigh to
find out. My fingers found her pussy wet. Martin and I switched places
so he could do the same. She kept her legs crossed the same way to
give him access to her pussy. Now the other couples were watching us.
Terry leaned back and closed her eyes for a minute, enjoying the
finger fucking she was getting from our new friend in front of
strangers. She then announced that we had to leave, so I quickly paid
the tab and off we went. I went to the parking lot to find my SUV,
leaving Terry and Martin leaning on a car. She had spread her legs so
he could continue to finger her, with a patio bar across the street.
They finally joined me in the SUV, again in the back seat. He
continued to finger her pussy while she unzipped his pants and began
sucking him all the way back to the hotel. Through the rearview
mirror, I could see her struggling to get his wide cock in her mouth.
She managed admirably, but had her jaw and mouth as wide as possible.
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Speed
Friday, June 10th, 2005“Shit” Janet cursed as she noticed the flashing red lights in her corvette’s
rear view mirror. Eight o’clock on a Sunday morning, not a car on the road, and
some dumb ass highway patrolman had to clock her doing better than 80. “I’m
fucked!” she thought as she pulled the car over to the side in response to a
quick burst of the police cruiser’s siren. “One more moving violation and there
goes my license.” If only she had left school last night when she was supposed
to, then she would’ve had no problem making it to her parents house for Sunday
Brunch. But no, she had to go to the party at the Alpha Deta House and get
ripped. She had awaked about 6:30 A.M. with both a frat boy laying next to her in
bed and a colossal headache. She’d quickly showered and dressed, hoping to make
up time on the road to avoid another of her father’s lectures. A lecture about
family responsibilities would be nothing now. If she got her license suspended
again, he’d promise to take away the car she’d gotten for High School Graduation
last year. As she watched the state trooper exit the cruiser, a more terrifying
thought ran through her. What if he ran a breath test on her, with all she had
to drink last night she might not be able to pass. That would get her license
more than suspended. She had to get out of this ticket. Janet ignored the
Trooper’s approach and quickly moved to the glove compartment for her papers,
determined to be the very model of cooperation and sweetness. “License please,
young lady.” said a deep masculine voice. With a bright smile on her face, Janet
turned to face the Officer, papers in hand. Her mouth dropped open when she got
her first good look at him. Behind the mirrored sunglasses and tan uniforms was
a tall, muscular black man – dark as the midnight sky. “Do you know how fast you
were going…..” He said as he looked at the license ” Miss Rabinowitz” he
read off the license. “Too fast I guess…” Janet said in her most apologetic
voice. “I guess with no one else on the road it’s too easy to push it a little
too hard.” In return all she got was a little grunt as he examined her papers.
She continued to smile pushing her big tits into view to try and distract him
from the possibility that she might’ve been drinking. “Any reason why I shouldn’t
give you a ticket? the Trooper asked. Janet looked up at him and smiled. “Maybe
because you’ve got a big heart?” She suggested. “Did you say a big hard?” He
grinned, his white teeth forming a wide smile. “Maybe,” Janet grinned back,
encouraged that she might be able to work her way out of the ticket after all.
“Young lady,” The Trooper chuckled. “Are you trying to corrupt a Police
Officer?” “I’d sure as hell like to give it a try.” She purred. With that she
reached out the window and traced the outline of his cock through his snug
uniform trousers. As she did, she ran her wet tongue across her red lips, giving
no doubt as to her offer. After stroking it a few times, she could feel it
growing harder. “Well I’d really like to accommodate you,” He said as she cupped
his balls. “But I’m going to have to run your license through the computer
first, just to be sure.” “Damn…” Janet screamed in her mind as the Trooper
walked back to the Police Car. “One look at my record and my driving days are
history.” After a few minutes of sitting in the front seat of his cruiser and
working the small computer terminal inside, the Trooper returned . “Looks like
you have some good luck this morning after all,” He said with a broad smile.
“The computer’s down and I couldn’t run your license.” “Oh that’s too bad,”
Janet gushed as she could feel his eyes fixed on the deep crevice between her
breasts. “So I guess I have to assume that your records clean and proceed
accordingly. In a first time offense like this, its the Officer’s discretion as
to whether he issues a ticket or a warning.” “Oh really….” Janet asked. “So
maybe we should pull off the main road a little and we can discuss it better.”
He said, indicating a small side road about a thousand yards ahead. “Lead on.”
Janet replied happily.
Less than a minute later both cars were safety hidden from the view of the main
road by a large clump of trees. Janet quickly met the Trooper as he exited his
cruiser and before he could say a world, she had pulled down his zipper and
pulled out his large black cock. “Christ…..its so big!” Janet exclaimed as she
pulled it free. “It must be almost 9 inches.” “More than you can handle little
white girl?” He asked sarcastically. “The cock I can’t handle doesn’t exist…”
Janet said confidently as she dropped to her knees and licked the head of his
cock. “By the way, what’s your name?” “Jerry,” came the answer. “Well get a good
grip on that car, Jerry, cause I’m going to blow a lot more than your mind.”
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Fantasy Answered
Monday, June 6th, 2005My name is Diane. I want to share something that happened to me when
my husband and I ventured into an interracial experience. I am not one
of the beautiful people that are in many stories here. I am just an
average looking mother and housewife. I am 50 years old and my husband
(Don) is 52. We have been married for 31 years. We have 3 grown
children who are out on their own. I am 5′2″, 110, 34C and wear a size
6P. I walk daily and do aerobics at least once per week. I would like
to think that I am in good shape. (except for the wear and tear of
giving birth, and the never ending perils of gravity) J Don is 5′8″ a
bit overweight and not very endowed. He does not exercise at all and
has a high stress job. Over time our sex life has diminished. We talk
a lot and have shared some fantasies with each other.
His fantasy has always been to watch me with another man, preferably
one that is well endowed. He even suggested a black man. One of my
fantasies was also to try a well endowed man and I secretly wanted to
try a black man but didn’t share that with Don. Anyway, we joined an
interracial site called and have been looking through the various
categories. We were both amazed at the popularity of interracial
experiences. After surfing through the many categories, we agreed to
meet a black man. One section was an “advertising” area for people
wanting to get together. We began e-mailing two men from our region
with the plan of pursuing some type of get together.
We narrowed it down to one and have been e-mailing him for a few
weeks. He seemed to be a good candidate for what we wanted. He is 42
years old. He sent pictures and is very well endowed. He boasts of 8
inches and very thick. (Hubby is slightly over 5″) Don and I talked
about this and agreed to the meeting. Our plan was to meet at a major
hotel at a halfway point since neither of us can take a chance of
being recognized. Don agreed to let me be alone for the first time. I
explained that I would be too nervous with him in the room. Our plan
was to rent two rooms that abut with an adjoining inner door. He would
be next door while I met with my new lover.
During the week leading up to my “date”, I had feelings of
apprehension, fear, and excitement. Anyway, the day finally came. Don
and I checked in, paid for the two rooms and headed upstairs so I
could bathe and get ready. The clerk looked a bit confused on us
getting two rooms, especially after signing in as husband and wife.
Once in the room I started to get ready. I bathed in fragrant bath
oils, shaved very neatly and laid in the tub letting my mind wander on
what was in store for me. For my grand evening I planned to dress very
conservatively, since I am an “older” married woman. I selected a
simple black cocktail dress, with matching bra and panties and only 2″
heels. Nothing exotic here. We agreed to meet at the dining room at 7
p.m. The time had arrived and we headed to the dining room. I saw him
the moment I entered the lobby. His name is Derek. He was much better
looking than his picture, standing about 6′2″ and weighing well over
200 pounds but I couldn’t see any fat. He was articulate and a great
talker which put me at ease. I have been a nervous wreck since we set
the date to meet. I donât know if my nervousness was due to this
extra-marital affair or that I was going to experience a long time
fantasy of mine. From the e-mails we shared, I had learned that he was
single, a construction worker from New York and had been with several
white women, married and single. He had even sent us some photos of
him and other women he had been with.
After dinner we went to the lounge for drinks. I normally have no more
than two glasses of wine in an entire evening. This evening I had
three glasses of wine with dinner and had two cosmopolitans in the
lounge. The band was playing and he asked me to dance with him. I
could feel the size of his bulge on my stomach and I got both scared
and aroused. The wine and cosmos took effect and I told Don that I was
ready to go upstairs. I donât know if my head was spinning from the
alcohol, from the excitement of the evening, from the bulge he
continuously pressed into me, from the thought of what was going to
happen, or a combination of everything.
Don knew that I was excited because of the way I kept snuggling to
Derek, dancing every slow dance with him and hanging on every word he
said. We received quite a few stares from the other patrons. Derek and
I left to go to our room while we left Don there to pay the tab. I
leaned over and kissed Don while rubbing my hand up his thigh. He was
hard as a rock. I knew that he was excited about this happening as
well.
As soon as we entered the elevator Derek began rubbing my ass and
cupping my breasts, telling me how good I looked and that I would be
having the time of my life. All I could think of was that large bulge
in his pants and all those myths I had read about concerning black
men, their size and their stamina. I guess I was going to find out if
it was true. I had goose bumps all over. He had asked earlier about my
sex life and was excited to hear that he was the first black man I had
ever been with. He even called me a virgin. It’s been a long time
since anyone ever referred to me as virgin anything.
The time has arrived. My heart was pounding as we got to the door. As
soon as we entered the room he grabbed me and kissed me. I never felt
him pull my zipper down but responded when he slid the straps off of
my shoulders and let my dress fall to the floor. I helped by removing
my bra and kicking off my shoes. He kept kissing my lips, shoulders
and neck while playing with my nipples. I was hoping that he wouldn’t
be disappointed with my 50 year old shape. If he was, he never showed
it. He took my hand and led me to the sofa. He sat down with me
standing in front of him. He began by sucking on my nipples and then
kissing my stomach while slowly pulling my panties down. I was
nervous, excited and soaking wet. He grabbed my ass and pulled me
close to him. I wanted to faint as he started flicking his tongue
against my clit. All I could do was hold the back of his head and pull
him to me. He pulled me onto the sofa and stood up. I watched as he
removed his shirt and started unbuckling his pants. As he dropped his
slacks to the floor I could see the “tenting” of his red silk boxer
shorts. (Don wears white cotton briefs) He took my hands and put them
to his waistband. I knew what he wanted, and he knew what I wanted. As
I pulled his shorts down his cock sprung out at me. It was at least
eight inches and very thick. I began to get nervous, thinking that I
could never handle something this size. It was so dark with thick
veins and a huge set of balls. He sensed my concern and assured me
that everything will be just fine. I tried to take him in my mouth but
could only get a bit more than the head of it in. After a moment or
two of sucking and stroking he pushed me back on the sofa. He knelt
between my legs and began fingering my clit while biting and sucking
on my nipples. He then slid down and began sucking on my clit, darting
his tongue in and out of my pussy. I was in pure heaven. After a few
moments he knelt between my legs. The moment has come. I asked him to
wear a condom. He said he would, but only when he is ready to cum.
Right now he says, this is still foreplay. As he put the head in, I
jerked backwards. He reassured me again, while I begged him to go
slow. He did. After a few moments of short strokes he was halfway in,
and I felt fully stretched. It felt great. He would continue to stroke
me and then frequently pull out and run his cock head on my clit. This
would only make me hotter and I would ask him to put it back in. He
then took my legs and put them on his shoulders as he entered me
again. I had my hands against his thighs and would push back, asking
again for him to go slow and easy. After a few minutes he stopped
moving and was just looking at me, smiling. He then said for me to
look down at his cock. I did and saw that it was all the way in. How
did I take something this large? He began to stroke me slow and deep
and then would speed up and pump me furiously, then go back to slow
and deep. We continued to fuck for quite a while and I was amazed at
his stamina. I lost count of my orgasms. I would close my eyes and
actually see stars.
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Dirty Pictures
Wednesday, May 25th, 2005For the past thirty-some minutes Reverend Thomas Peterson had
been looking in astonishment at the latest packet of pictures of
his wife with someone else. But unlike the ones earlier where she
had been on a filthy mattress in what appeared to be a skid row
bar surrounded by a group of seven black men, this setting was
different. A living room, looking very much like his own and this
time only two Negroes were with her.
His cock was so hard it hurt and he was unable to stop the
feelings of arousal that these pictures, just as the ones before
had awakened in him, after all, Preacher or not, he was a man.
Pushing himself from his desk slightly he unzipped his pants and
a second later had his cock in his hand and was slowly massaging
up and down it’s skinny four inch length. As Reverend Peterson’s
hand came up and rolled over the knob of his dick, his eyes
glanced over the group of six photos laid out before him. In each
photo there were two men either singularly or together with his
wife, but the three he found most arousing were almost identical.
In those it showed his wife kneeling on a couch between the two
men. In the first photo an almost coal-black Negro whose cock was
almost twice again as big as his own, both in length and
circumference, had pushed about four inches of his dark
instrument of virility between her lips. Behind her small
kneeling form, what looked every bit like a 250 pound linebacker
with skin the color of hot cocoa and a cock as equally large or
perhaps larger than the other Negro had pushed maybe five or six
inches into her sphincter.
In the second photo the man behind her was holding her small
wrist in one huge hand forcefully pulling her arms behind her,
while the fingers of his other hand were twisted in her shoulder
length reddish blonde hair much the same way a cowboy’s might be
when holding onto the mane of a horse to keep from being bucked
off. This duel action not only forced her head up but also caused
her back to arch just enough so that her breast, which had been
mashed into the top of the couch in the previous photo, now hung
above it leaving her sensitive nipples to just barely graze the
top of the overstuffed cushion. There were signs of stress to her
neck and shoulders from the strain applied but it seemed to him
the purpose was not to harm her but to allow the deepest
penetration possible. The goal of which had been achieved for not
only were his wife’s pretty lips around the base of the coal
black cock but her nose was pressed into his kinky pubic hair,
while behind her it looked as if a piece of paper wouldn’t have
gone between his wife’s buttocks and the man’s groin, leaving
little doubt that every inch of his dark instrument was embedded
deep in her rectum. Faster the Reverend’s hand moved as he looked
closely at his wife’s pretty face, finding it astonishing that
she had swallowed all eight plus inches.
The third and last picture was almost identical to the other two
except the angle had changed slightly and where before the two
dark cocks fucking her were deeply embedded they were now plainly
and in all their glory visible. The large cock glistening with
her salvia had been withdrawn from her mouth and was inches from
her parted lips and there were strings of cum joining them
together while in and around her opened mouth and across her
cheek as well as down her chin were thick globs of spunk. Behind
her the top of her buttocks and the small of her back were
smeared with a vast amount of cum, while the cock which had been
reaming her ass hole was resting on the small of her back and had
a thick globular string streaming from it’s oversize head joining
her naked white flesh to that of its midnight blackness. His
shoulders, then his whole body shuddered and as his eyes closed a
guttural groan escaped from his labored lungs as he ejaculated,
most of which stained his hand while a weak small squirt landed
on his pants.
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