Black Curiosity - Censored!

by Melissa Dubban

  It had to be Crystal’s movie, hidden in the case – maybe she didn’t have time to hide it from Brian? Alice briefly considered that Crystal left it there for her to watch, but dismissed the idea; that would be embarrassing for both women. The evening was turning out to be quite a shocker for Alice who stared at the DVD menu and deliberated with herself. She certainly never approved of interracial dating and had never seen a black man nude before. Now a black man’s cock was flashing in front of her on the main menu, teasing her, tempting her to look further. Alice couldn’t help but think about what the movie might contain. Every conscious thought told Alice that black and white should never mix. She was also still very lonely, and alone, and feeling the effects of the wine…

  Alice pressed PLAY and nervously snuggled into her bed once again. The movie started with a tattooed black man coming to collect a debt from some suburban home to find a housewife all alone. The actress swore that she had no idea that her husband owed any money and asked him to leave, but the debt collector stayed. He looked mean and angry and ready to attack the woman, and –to the surprise of Alice- that was exactly what he did.

  Now in all the time she was alive, Alice had seen three pornographic movies (the ones from Brian’s room), but they were never like this. This movie was different. The black man was grabbing the woman by her arm and dragging her into the house; ripping her clothes. So aggressive. So forceful. His cock was much bigger than John’s and bigger than she remembered other men having from the other XXX movies. Alice was growing more and more turned on, watching one of her dirtiest fantasies take place in a movie before her. The fact that a black man was perpetrating the attack made it that much smuttier and –with the effects of the wine kicking in- she began to masturbate once again.

  A black man, taking me against my will. Ripping my clothes off. Forcing me to suck him. To fuck him. The fantasy on the screen played out in Alice’s mind as well and she slid her fingers inside of her soaked mound in time with the perverted sexual display in front of her. Alice orgasmed twice to the scene before it finally ended.

  The second scene had nothing to do with the first, but instead featured a sexy middle aged brunette woman taking on another black man. He was ugly and hard on the eyes, but his cock was so thick that it looked bigger than a soda can. It made the last well hung black actor look as small as her husband! The ‘housewife’ from this scene appeared to be cheating on her husband with this giant cocked man who almost split her in two with his manhood. Alice tried sliding four fingers into her dripping pussy to see what something like that might feel like; her attempt failed as the pain was too much and she realized that something like that must take getting used to. Still, the woman screamed out repeatedly, “I love your big fat black cock!” which excited Alice even more. She slid three fingers rapidly in and out of her hole, found yet another powerful climax coursing through her and then froze, gasping for breath from the excitement.

  The rest of the movie was almost as riveting, but as the days went on Alice found herself watching the misplaced DVD again; the first two scenes repeatedly. She marveled at the size of each Negro’s manhood, the energy they displayed in their lovemaking (if you could call it that), the contrast of their skin against the white women they chose to bed.

  A week later Crystal was dropping Brian off in the afternoon just in time for him to get to school. Her son gave Alice a quick peck on the cheek before he grabbed his backpack and drove off to the junior college.

  “Hi, Alice!” Crystal waved, walking slowly up to the house. Brian’s car was disappearing around the corner as the blonde girl ascended the front walkway steps.

  “Hi, Crystal. How are things going?”

  “Fine. Thanks for asking. Listen, did you have a chance to watch those movies?”

  Alice froze. She didn’t want anyone knowing she had noticed the movie let alone watched it. If Brian found out from his girlfriend it would be mortifying –she’d never be able to look her son in the eyes again.

  “You know, the movies I dropped off last week? The Prestige, the Nanny Diaries…” Crystal was reminding her of something the mother clearly remembered but hadn’t prepared an excuse for.

  “Oh, yes. Sure, hold on a second.” Alice disappeared into the house, quickly grabbed the DVD cases and then fastened the Diaries of a Housewife Gone Black DVD onto the holder of the Nanny Diaries case she had originally found it in. Trotting back to the front door she found Crystal standing there, waiting.

  “So, which one did you like the best?” the blonde girl asked.

  “Uhm, I liked the Prestige. That was very good.”

  “Did you like the Nanny Diaries?”

  “No, I didn’t have a chance to watch it. I mean, I didn’t even open the case. I just didn’t have time. Sorry!” Alice was rambling but couldn’t help herself.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to hold onto it for awhile?” Crystal asked. “You can keep it for as long as you like.”

  Was she tempting me? Did she know it was in there? Maybe I should watch it again. But then I would have to explain… Alice declined, “No, I’ll borrow it from you some other time. I got some movies from Carol across the street and it’ll be awhile.”

  “No problem. Listen, I’ve got to go meet a friend, but I’m sure I’ll see you soon.” Crystal gave Alice a hug and walked gingerly back to her car, the stack of DVDs in her hand.

  Alice closed the door and ran to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. She prayed that Crystal would never find out about her watching the movie, not knowing that Crystal had placed the DVD purposefully in the case so that it would fall out; not knowing that when she fastened the DVD in place she had already given up the fact that she opened the case and at least observed the pornographic movie within.

  Two glasses of wine later another bottle was empty and Alice was back on her bed, shamefully rubbing her clit as she did her best to recall the rough dark men from the interracial movie.

  Two Taboos

  The mother of two hadn’t been on a date in twenty years.

  “Thank you for the drink. Mai Tai’s are my favorite,” Alice blushed.

  The man sitting next to the redheaded woman set his beer bottle down and beamed back at her, “Lucky guess on my part. I’m Maurice. What’s your name?”

  “Alice. Nice to meet you Maurice.”

  She had done her best to try to purge the risqué fantasy from her mind: the thought of a black man impaling his manhood deep inside her as he pulled her hair and said all manner of filthy things to her. The dirty movie Crystal had ‘inadvertently’ lent her was almost forgotten until the two of them came to the Durrant Grill downtown. With the drinks flowing both women had let their guard down, discussing the appeal of a darker man. Her son’s girlfriend had even confessed to sleeping with a Negro and all but told Alice she knew the interracial porn movie had been watched.

  Alice couldn’t believe the things coming out of Crystal’s mouth but couldn’t have asked her to stop talking about them even if she wanted. Her mind wandered to the repressed feelings she had since watching that dirty movie and the nights of self pleasuring that had been filled with ebony skinned men. It was at that very moment Maurice bought her the Mai Tai and put things in motion. And in retrospect it all happened so smoothly that the divorcee never saw a chance to stop it.

  Chatting at the bar.

  Flirting.

  Tacit approval.

  Another drink.

  Crystal is gone.

  Hands touching.

  Electricity.

  Heavy heart beats.

  Sitting closer.

  His hands in my hair.

  His lips on mine.

  So young.

  So dark.

  So commanding.

  The hotel lobby.

  The bed.

  My dress if off.

  His clothes are off.

  That broad chest.

  That rippling abdomen.

  That magnificent cock.

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bsp; Keeping Maurice from her seemed as impossible as stopping a river from flowing. A man almost young enough to be her son was behind her now, posting his cock head at her entrance, doing his best to push into her, meeting the resistance she both welcomed and feared.

  “Damn, you are tight!” he grunted.

  “Sorry…” she panted back.

  “Don’t be sorry, Alice. Just relax. It’s gonna take some getting used to being with a black man.”

  He pushed a little more and Alice grabbed the sheets in her fists. “Oh! Oww. Wait…”

  “Nah, don’t give up now, Alice.” He pushed and got the head of his massive black dick inside of her. She tried to lean forward but Maurice held her hips tightly. The struggle caused his giant member to move subtly back and forth, her pussy like tightly gripping him in pleasurable ways he hadn’t felt in a long time. Alice was a mother of two but she felt as tight as a virgin.

  “OOOOOOH, too big. Maurice! Slow, please! Just, slow – OHHH!”

  There was no denying that Maurice was more than twice the thickness of her ex-husband, John, but observing it and feeling it were two entirely different experiences. Alice knew that she would be tight after having no sex for two years, but she never expected it to be this painful. Then again she never expected a man to be this large either. Maurice’s arms were well developed along with his chest and abs. But all of that was just the packaging for the man who was hung like a horse. If she hadn’t observed similar sized dicks in the interracial porn movie, Alice would have sworn it was impossible to fit inside a woman.

  “Yeah, it’s movin’ now. Mmm, that’s it Alice. Take a little more now.” Her black lover reached around and rubbed her clit as he slowly pushed another inch inside of her. He pulled it almost completely out and then eased back in – it charged her senses even more and the pain was ebbing, replaced by her sexual pleasure. “That’s better now, ain’t it?”

  “Oh yes. Ohhhh yes! Just go, -OOOH!- slow!”

  He now felt deep, really deep. She was afraid to move, worried that if Maurice pulled out he would never get his titanic man stick back inside of her. But each deliberate withdraw out of her tight hole was followed by another careful insertion, and a deeper one at that.

  “Not- possible- deep –ooooh –oh what happening?! OHH! OH GOD OH YES YES YES!” I’m cumming so soon. We haven’t even done anything and he’s making me cum. It was impossible, or was it? Alice’s thighs quivered and she felt her pussy tightly gripping Maurice’s thick black cock. The whole room was spinning and an orgasm ripped through her that made her upper body collapse on the bed. Her ass was still up in the air though, and her seemingly superhuman lover was still moving into her.

  “Damn, Alice. You cummin’ already? That white boy you were married to must have had a little finger dick or somethin’. You gonna have a real good time tonight.” Maurice tried to pump the remainder of his cock into her and hit the wall. He was three quarters of the way into Alice and couldn’t get any more into her. It didn’t matter though. The woman underneath him was moaning loudly and talking gibberish. He couldn’t even make out a single word she was saying, but it was obvious that she was experiencing new heights of sexual delectation that made her powerless to resist him. Whatever prejudices she may have ever had, whatever inhibitions she might have come with, they were being pushed out of her body with every methodical thrust he performed. The twenty-six year old black man was determined to purge them from her body and own her by the end of the night.

  *******

  Alice woke up to what she thought was Maurice talking. His melodic voice was soothing to her ears and she reached across the hotel bed to find it unoccupied. She cracked open one eye and peered at the digital clock on the nightstand, then sat up in bed to look around the room. He was gone. The redhead felt a pit in her stomach that the man who had given her the most amazing night of her life had walked out of the room and left her as a one-night stand. She felt tears starting to form when the toilet flushed and Maurice stepped out of the bathroom.

  “Oh, you’re still here!” she croaked. With her mouth and throat parched from the heavy lovemaking session she was convinced she would scare off the man with her voice.

  “Yeah,” he spoke softly. “I got a work call and didn’t want to wake you up.” He held up his cell phone and then put it on the nightstand.

  “Let me guess, you need to go in now?” she queried him suspiciously.

  “No, actually they told me I don’t need to go in for the extra shift I volunteered for. You have me all morning long, if you want me, that is.”

  Alice smiled broadly, “Wow, I wasn’t expecting that answer. Uhh, I guess I would like that a lot. You certainly are not like any nurse I ever met before.”

  He chuckled, “Yeah, I get that sometimes. Being a male nurse gets you mocked sometimes, but the three-on, four-off schedule is good for having some extra time when you want it.”

  “So, are you up for the task?” she did her best teasing voice, concerned that she sounded silly.

  Her young lover smiled back, “Alice, you obviously have no idea what it is like to be with a real man. I guess I’m going to have to teach you.”

  He pushed his naked frame against hers and they began to fondle each other. The middle aged woman’s hands roamed across his chest and she ran her finger along every muscular crease. Feeling something heavy brush against her leg, she reached down to his crotch and wrapped her freckled hand around his thickening meat.

  “Oh my word! I can’t believe how big you are when you are soft. It’s way bigger than my ex-husband when he was all the way hard.”

  “Well, I’m pretty average for a black man.”

  “Average?!” she spurted.

  “Yeah, some of my friends are way bigger than me.”

  “I can’t begin to imagine…” Alice told him, but in truth she already was trying to picture what a cock would look like that was larger than the one growing in her hand.

  A New Woman

  Alice may have been hard up for a man before she met Maurice but she certainly wasn’t stupid. It was January and the weeks she had spent with the man she met at the restaurant were the most satisfying in memory. The mother of two knew that the young black lover she had taken on was more interested in her physically than in advancing their relationship. Conversations were friendly but shallow while their nights together were long and deep. But the fact of the matter was that she didn’t feel entirely comfortable taking the relationship to the next level anyway.

  She was collecting a sizable alimony check from John every month and got to keep the house and car. If they ever got married that would mean a lot less money and maybe even going back to work. The neighborhood was an all-white location (with the occasional Asian or Indian) that was known for harassing blacks. Her own neighbor Ben certainly would make a stink of it and that would spell the end of her friendship with his wife Carol. And the kids - how would she explain to her children that she was dating a black man only a few years older than they were?

  Keeping the relationship secret, however, was getting more difficult to do. Brian was continually absent from the house and had his time split between school and his girlfriend. Sarah, on the other hand, knew her mom was dating somebody and pried into every call that Alice placed. She and her boyfriend had broken up and now her daughter was in the mood to meddle in everyone else’s life.

  If only Sarah would find a new boyfriend she would stop poking her nose into my love life. Alice would be shocked to know that two weeks later her daughter would be spreading her legs for three black men in a single night right across the street.

  Without anyone else who would understand, Alice turned to Crystal for advice regularly. Her son’s girlfriend was certainly younger than she was, but she had a sexual knowledge that Alice guessed would frighten her innocent son Brian if he ever found out. It was a good thing she was so interested in him though. She hated to admit it but her son certainly wasn’t wooing the ladies and maybe he had some chan
ce for a future with Crystal.

  Maurice announced he was leaving for two weeks to visit with family. He seemed genuinely happy about his up-n-coming trip, but promised to make sure he gave Alice a night to remember before he left. What ensued was a night unlike the romantic throes they had engaged in before. Maurice was rougher, harder, and his dirty talk more edgy.

  “You don’t want to fuck no white boys, do you?” he whispered in her ear as his body slammed against hers.