Back in the basement, Harry put on some techno music, prompting the interracial couples to pair up for the evening, beginning with a little dancing. Ashley immediately claimed Rachel for a dance. I watched as they gyrated together, surprised at the bold seductiveness of Rachel’s movements. It was definitely a sensual mating dance she was doing, and I was almost as mesmerized by it as Ashley was. Meanwhile, black men and blonde women were pairing up and heading for separate rooms. Some of the white husbands followed their wives, evidently to watch.
I was sitting at one end of a long couch. Harry sat in the middle of the couch, holding his short, thin little penis in his hand. Allison was at the other end, straddling the lap of a tall black stallion and kissing him eagerly. She moaned with delight at the deep tongue-fucking her black stud was giving her pretty mouth. Obviously her lesbianism was nowhere near as all-encompassing as Rachel and I had thought. Harry stared wildly at his wife, his modest penis a vein-popping purple with excitement.
Now Ashley sat down in a chair and pulled Rachel onto his lap, and a minute later she was giving his tongue a blowjob. His tongue was big, just like the rest of him. Rachel was completely oblivious to me now. Her only goal at the moment was to please her huge African friend, and drink his saliva. He slipped her dress off over her head, baring her breasts. Her wide areolae were red and puffy, topped with long, fat nipples that looked almost unnatural in their swollen arousal. Her breasts had never looked like that for me.
When I looked back at Allison, I saw that she was kneeling on the floor, fully clothed, licking and caressing a black cock maybe twice the size of mine. Harry’s hands worked furiously at his dick as he watched his young blonde bride give mouth worship to that magnificent black cock. I saw no insecurity, no jealousy, no resentment in Harry’s eyes, only complete admiration of his wife’s sexual pleasure.
Allison really knew how to make a visual spectacle of giving head. Long streams of precome hung from her mouth as she slobbered over that great ebony tool, emitting sensual grunts and sucking noises.
A black woman, obviously the man’s wife, now came over and began to comment on Allison’s work. “That’s right, blondie, suck my man’s cock,” she chortled. “He loves watching white sluts slurping on his big black dick.”
“Oh yes,” Allison gasped, pausing for breath. “I’m so grateful you let me taste his cock. I never suck my husband’s little white dick. Why should I, when I can slurp on big black bats like this! Oh—mmm—ahhh—is it good, baby? Am I sucking your sweet dick like a good white whore? Mmhh—”
Meanwhile, Ashley had put his hot mouth to Rachel’s body and was sucking and nibbling her all over. She gasped and trembled under his ministrations, and when he pulled off her flimsy panties I saw that her pussy was glistening with moisture. I thought she was about to come right there. She said later that he could have done anything he wanted with her and she would have thanked him and begged for more. His moans and growls told me that he wanted her just as much, that he could not wait to push his black shaft as far as he could in her tight white pussy.
My heart was pounding with a mixture of anxiety and arousal as Ashley now lifted Rachel up and placed her on her hands and knees on a large coffee table. He positioned her with her head and chest resting on the table, her ass poking up lewdly, high in the air. Then he brought his mouth to her bottom, and my cock throbbed in my pants as his long, fat tongue began sliding up and down her smooth-shaved pussy lips. I think she actually had a minor orgasm as he pushed his tongue harder and deeper inside her.
Though Rachel had never been very keen to let me play around with her asshole, she squealed with unabashed glee at the sensation of Ashley’s tongue swabbing across it. Eventually he began to push his tongue in her ass, which sent her into near-hysteria. Then he replaced his tongue with his long middle finger, pressing it in her little rosebud ass and easing it back and forth until he had pushed it all the way in. She squealed with pleasure and pushed herself back at him.
Then she started talking in a way I had never heard. At first her words were mostly unintelligible through her ragged gasping and wailing. Then I began to make them out, and my cock grew harder than a rock. “Oh God, I’m so hot!” she panted. “You’re making me so damn hot. Stop teasing my asshole and fuck me. You’re so big and black. I’m your blonde bitch in heat. So please—oh God, I’m coming!” And she did, her ass clenching around his finger as her body convulsed with passion. I almost came too, right there in my pants.
Ashley now withdrew his finger and quickly stripped off his clothes while Rachel moaned impatiently. His cock was at least as huge as the one Allison had been sucking. I wondered how my petite Rachel would be able to accommodate this man, but she was evidently determined to do so.
“Please, baby, please fuck me now!” she wailed. “Stuff your black cock in me! I want to be your fuck toy. I’ll make you come so hard in my tight white pussy, baby, I promise!” She was moaning and panting so hard that the words came out broken and distorted, but there was no doubt that she meant it.
Ashley leaned forward and massaged her ass cheeks and thighs with his throbbing bat before putting it to her pussy lips. “Okay, sweet baby,” he said. “Reach back and put your hand on my cock. Then push back and get yourself the big black fuck you came here for.”
Rachel did just that, twisting her hips in a small circular motion in an attempt to fit her cunt over that gigantic black pole. Her vagina stretched as she began to work the tip of Ashley’s purplish-black cockhead into her. He helped by moving his hips back and forth, and slowly his tool disappeared in her. She let out a cry of pleasure when he was halfway in, and he started to fuck her. With each stroke he slid in a little farther, until finally his balls slapped at her ass. Even after she came, he went on fucking her, and she urged him on.
At this point the CD in the stereo came to an end, and from all over the house I heard screams and wails of intense sexual passion. All those fantasies were being fulfilled just as Allison had planned, the black studs fucking the blondes with the tight, beautiful bodies, and the blonde wives hungrily fucking them back. The low groans of the men and the ecstatic wails of the women blended in an intensely erotic way, just as their skin tones complemented each other visually. It was all very stimulating, and I was pretty sure that all I had to do was to touch my cock and it would go off at that moment.
As Ashley, who showed no signs of coming yet, paused in his fucking to let Rachel recover from her orgasm, I turned my attention to Allison. Still wearing her dress and heels, she was now lowering herself onto her black lover, who lay naked on the floor. Because her dress covered their loins, I couldn’t see the action. But she was plainly taking the man’s giant dick inside her. She lowered herself slowly and carefully, tiny gasps coming from her as she eased herself down. Then she began a series of up-and-down gyrations, her head thrown back and her mouth wide open, wailing hoarsely to the sky.
“Oh Christ, I need this so bad!” she gasped. “Yes, fuck me with that big black cock! Don’t stop! Oh God, you’re splitting me so wide. Only a big black man can make me come big. Big like you, yes, fuck me deep, fuck me and make me scream right here in front of my husband! Show him how to make a woman come. Watch me, Harry. Watch me fuck. Watch your wife fucking this big black stud! Oh yeah! Yes!”
Later I asked Harry how he could sit there and hear that shit, since even though I did get turned on by watching Rachel fucking her big stud, I didn’t think I could take the unfavorable comparisons with her lover. Harry said that it actually turned him on, and that it really got Allison and her lovers off too. After these parties, he told me, he and Allison would fuck all night like jackrabbits. So I guess it’s all a matter of taste.
Allison’s cries began to get trapped in her throat as she gasped for breath, and her gyrations around her lover’s cock became short and jerky. Then she began to tremble violently, her stomach visibly heaving, her fingers raking over the man’s chest. This seemed to go on for minutes. Though Allison was
sweating profusely, her body contorted and her lips curled in an open snarl, she had never looked more beautiful. A minute later she was screaming her orgasm to the world. No sooner had she peaked than another climax overtook her, and seemed to go on endlessly, an orgasm such as I had never seen before.
Ashley had withdrawn his cock from Rachel’s pussy, and she was now lying belly down on the table, her head and shoulders projecting over the edge. Ashley moved around to stand in front of her, giving her hungry mouth access to his still-hard, still-throbbing, still-huge dick. As I watched, she took the cock in both hands and brought it to her lips. The thing was so thick that she had difficulty fitting even the head in her mouth. She resorted to sucking hard at the tip, while scrubbing his cockhole hard with her tongue. Then she licked up and down the shaft, her hands caressing the rigid flesh and moving down to stroke his balls. Finally, by stretching her mouth as wide as she could, she managed to take most of his cockhead inside, and her head jerked back and forth as she sucked it frenziedly.
Her frantic slurping finally sent Ashley over the edge. His hips lunged spasmodically as he spurted God-knows-how-much semen in Rachel’s mouth. I saw her throat move as she worked to swallow as much of it as she could, but a fair amount spilled out onto Ashley’s dick and balls. When he finally finished coming and pulled out of her, she happily slurped up every drop of the spilled jism from his crotch. I was so overwhelmed by this spectacle, I came in my pants without even touching myself.
After that Ashley said that, as he had an early appointment the next morning, he and his wife regretfully had to leave. If he had stayed, I believe Rachel would have fucked him all night long, but as it was, she said that she was ready to leave also. She was pretty tired, but by the time we got home she had recovered enough to give me a pretty lively romp in the sheets. She kept her eyes closed most of the time, however, and I strongly suspected that as we fucked she was fantasizing about her big black stud. God knows she could hardly have confused my average-size cock with his huge pole. But she managed to come several times before I did, and I wasn’t about to complain.
Allison has already invited us to her next “black and blonde” party, two weeks from now. Rachel says she wouldn’t miss it. She wants to live as much as she can before going back home to settle down. What I’m hoping is that, like the young Englishwoman Allison told me about, she will become so addicted to “soul fucking” that she will change her mind and stay right here, even after she graduates. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.—N.E. Kansas City, Missouri
Serendipity
HE WAS A RACE CAR DRIVER AND SHE WAS A RACY BROAD, SO THEY HAD QUITE A RIDE
I’m a race car driver, and last weekend I attended an after-race party at a local club. I was sitting at a table with a few other people when I saw a sexy-looking dark-haired girl in short shorts and a cropped T-shirt. I went over to her and we started chatting, and before I knew it we were on the dance floor.
I could tell that she was kind of a racing groupie, and pretty soon things began getting a little hot and heavy right there on the dance floor. She told me her name was Tracy and that she was from out of town. Then she said that the hotel had screwed up her reservation and she had no place to stay that night.
Being the gentleman that I am, I offered to let her stay at my place on the beach. Tracy liked the idea, and we headed home. As soon as we got inside my door our clothes went flying across the room and she was going down on me. I was enjoying the hell out of it and was disappointed when she stopped until I heard her say, “I need to have you inside me!”
I didn’t have to be told twice. I rolled her over and slid right in. She wrapped her legs around me and begged me to give it to her. Boy, did I ever! Next thing I knew she was asking me to come with her, moaning loud enough to wake the neighbors. There was no sense holding back, so I shot my jism into her as she exploded like a land mine.
Lying next to her, recovering my breath, I told her to give me a few minutes and I’d be ready for round two. But Tracy didn’t want to wait! She went down on me again and sucked my dick back to life, pausing only to rub her tits over it. Once it was saluting those twin mountains, she got on top and started riding me like she was at a rodeo. I grabbed her large tits and just held on!
As soon as she slowed down I rolled her over and got behind her. Then it was my turn to take a ride. When I slid my thumb into her bunghole she completely lost it, and I got the ride of my life. I hung on until she was on the verge, then gave a few more thrusts, and shot into her again.
The next thing Tracy said she wanted to do was to go out on the beach. She threw on one of my dress shirts—a real turn-on for me—and we headed out. She ran into the water and we played around a little, splashing and groping each other. Then we came back to shore and lay down. A minute later her shorts were off again, and mine were down around my ankles. I stuck it in, and we were hard at it once more. I have to admit that the sand wasn’t very comfortable, but the water crashing over our legs helped intensify our orgasms.
We went back inside to clean up, then lay down on the bed, but not to sleep. I couldn’t believe it, but I was hard again and ready to go. As for Tracy, I don’t think that girl was ever not ready! Soon she was moaning and shouting, “Fuck my pussy! That’s it, fuck it harder! Oh yeah!” When she started thrashing and screaming I blew another load. By that time I was so beat I think I was asleep before I landed next to her.
I was awakened by the alarm going off the next morning—actually only a few hours later. As soon as I switched it off I felt Tracy’s head going for my lap. Man, there’s nothing I like better than getting a morning blowjob!—K.T., Seaside, Oregon
THE END OF SUMMER HAD HIM DOWN, BUT SHE GOT HIM UP AGAIN—AND AGAIN
I was about to enter my final year of undergraduate study, and as Labor Day approached I felt that I needed at least one more month of summer.
How I hate Labor Day weekend! It means that summer has officially come to an end and school is just around the corner. I had some trouble figuring out what to do on that final weekend. Part of me wanted to just stay at home and accept my fate, but another part was looking forward to one last fling, one last adventure that would make the whole process of going back to my studies a little more palatable. The adventurous part of me won out, and I decided to hit the beach. The weather was nice, and it would give me one final chance to do some last-minute babe-watching.
When I got to the beach it was fairly crowded with people getting their last taste of summer. The ladies were as bodacious as ever, looking sweet and gorgeous in their hip-hugging one-piece swimsuits and thong bikinis.
I noticed one girl in particular who was wearing a black one-piece that made the right parts of her body all the more prominent. The way her full breasts were cradled by the suit’s cups was quite a work of art. But I saw that she had a frown on her pretty face. Hesitantly, I approached her and introduced myself. I then asked her if anything was wrong, and if I could help.
“Summer’s over,” she said. “I wish I could turn back the clock and make it June again.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” I replied. “I wondered if I should even come here, but a part of me said to go for it, have one last fling.”
She cocked her head and brightened slightly. “You know, that makes sense,” she said. “I wasn’t looking forward to going back to campus at all, but one last fling just might make it all a little easier. Have you got any ideas?”
“We could go for a drive,” I suggested, “and let nature take its course.”
She nodded her approval and we made our way back to my car. I found out that her name was Renee and that, coincidently, she was in her final year at the same university I was attending.
We hit the highway in my red sports car, and Renee snuggled up as close to me as possible. I kept glancing over at her tits, which looked like they were trying to pop out of her bathing suit. Renee was talking about her last sociology class when, to my great and pleasant surprise, I fel
t her hand moving up my thigh to my groin area. She began massaging my penis, rubbing it like a genie’s lamp, until it pushed out long and stiff against the front of my trunks.
Next she startled me even more by pulling my trunks down while I was driving! I can’t tell you how exciting it was to have a total stranger take my cock in her hands in such a daring fashion. I’d never had any sort of sex in a moving vehicle before, but that was about to change.
Renee’s hair fell into my lap as her tongue slid from the base to the tip of my swollen cock and swirled around the head. Then she bathed my cock with her warm tongue. I closed my eyes for a second but then opened them just as quickly. After all, I was behind the wheel, and the last thing I needed to do was crash while being sucked off—although I can think of worse ways to go.
She coated me thoroughly with saliva before taking all of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue was very warm, and so was her sweet breath, which blew all around my prick like a tropical hurricane. Her tongue smacked left then right, creating an unbeatable combination that had me shuddering all over. Renee didn’t just suck my cock, she made love to it. My balls soon swelled up as I started spurting. What an orgasm I had! Enormous bursts of hot cream flew from my cock, splashing her throat and tonsils. Renee sucked until she was sure she had every drop of my sweet jism.
Raising her head, she commented, “This is giving me a new outlook on Labor Day weekend! I hope it’s getting a little more positive for you too.” She wrapped a lean, tanned arm around my neck and gave me a kiss.
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