By now I was lost in continuous orgasm. Somewhere in the euphoric haze I heard my husband repeating, “My wife is so beautiful, see how she comes, she’s so beautiful, so beautiful!”
And damn, I felt beautiful. My body was rocking from my toes to my nose. My whole body seemed to be vibrating and squeezing around the incredible black cock pushing so thoroughly, so thickly, so deeply in my milk-white body.
“Ten inches,” he said.
I didn’t know if there was any more to come, or how much, but I knew that that was it for me, and I told him so. He seemed very pleased with himself.
“Got you bottomed out, huh, Doll? Okay, now we’re gonna do some real fucking. Anytime it’s too much for you, you just let me know. Give me a good swift kick.”
With that he began to twist and hump and screw like a real pro, long-stroking me with those ten inches. I thrashed and wailed in abandon. Something incredible welled up in me. Pleasure points throughout my body were maxing out. My mind was wholly overcome with “black lust.” The feeling welled up my body, reaching focus in my abdomen, and then, suddenly, it hit.
What an orgasm! My body went rigid, and my mind went numb. For a few straining moments I didn’t breathe. Then, as if I were coming up from under water, my lungs opened and I gulped in deep breaths. Wheezing and panting, I regained my senses.
My lover gave me the moment I needed to recover from my nonstop orgasms, pulling out so just his fat cockhead remained in me. As my head cleared, I was feeling the magic of interracial loving. My first time, and I knew I was hooked.
I held the man tight and told him how wonderful he made me feel. He’d given me beyond a doubt the most incredible sex I’d ever had. He said he’d love to please me regularly and whispered his phone number in my ear. I did not forget it!
He still hadn’t come. I apologized that I couldn’t take any more and offered to blow and jerk him off, but he thanked me and turned to the millionairess. She all but jumped on the bed and straddled him. It wasn’t long before that black missile was buried inside her, and not much longer before she was rocked by the very same consciousness-threatening orgasms I had just experienced. She was screaming through another orgasm when he finally let loose of his load inside her.
Allen and I had cuddled as we watched the enraptured lovers. Now, as it became obvious that the man was growing hard again inside the woman, Allen suggested we let them be. We dressed quickly and went for a walk, gradually putting the cries and pants of the lovemakers behind us. I pressed my body close to my husband’s, and assured him of my love. But I also told him I could not live happily without a big black lover, now that I know what all the fuss is about.
I still don’t know what the attraction between black male and beautiful blonde is. It’s not just giant dicks. I’d have come wildly had my first black man been average-sized. Is it the taboo? The contrast? The naughtiness? I can say that an awful lot of black men will go way out of their way to seduce a pretty blonde, and many blondes, once seduced, are never quite satisfied by any but black men.
So I know I speak on behalf of an awful lot of us when I say, The bigger and, yes, the blacker, the better!
—T.N., Cleveland, Ohio
THIS SUPERMARKET SIREN SHOWED HIM—AND HER HUSBAND—SOME SUPER SEX
I work as an assistant manager at one of our local supermarkets. I am twenty-three and fairly good-looking, although my love life hasn’t been too active of late. Except for what happened to me a couple of months ago.
I was working up front, supervising the flow at the checkout lines, which were very busy, when I spotted a gorgeous young black woman who had just come through the line. She had long black hair and cocoa-colored skin, and she was wearing a halter top and a pair of very short shorts. Her breasts surged against the tight halter, and from the way her nipples were clearly outlined as they poked out against the material, it was evident that she wasn’t wearing anything under it.
She was carrying three large bags full of groceries, and seemed to be having some difficulty with them. When she saw me watching her, she smiled and came over to me.
“Hi,” she said. “I wonder if you can help me. These things are really heavy, and my car is way over at the other end of the parking area. Can you help me take them out there, please?”
The faint scent of her perfume was distracting. She was really very attractive, and if I hadn’t known better I would have said her smile was sending some kind of invitation. But of course that couldn’t be. She was this beautiful sexy black woman, and I was just a schlumpy white guy working in a supermarket.
“Um—sure,” I said. “I’ll get you a shopping cart, and you can take them out in that. Just bring it back, okay?”
“Oh,” she said, sounding disappointed. “I was really hoping you would take them for me. I mean, it’s such a long way and I’m parked in an isolated area. I don’t like to have to go out there alone.”
Well. First of all, it was broad daylight. Second, the parking area was not that crowded; she had obviously chosen to park where she had, and had managed to walk from there to the store with no difficulty. Something was crazy.
The woman took a step closer to me, and her breasts just grazed my chest. My throat felt tight. “Please,” she said softly. “I’ll give you a good tip. I promise.”
I still couldn’t believe she meant what that sounded like, but I couldn’t resist her any more. I looked around to see if the manager was watching. “All right,” I said. “I’m not supposed to do this, but—okay.” I took her bags from her and followed her out of the store.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she led the way across the large parking area to her car. Her ass swayed enticingly in the tight shorts, and her chocolate-colored, smooth-looking, sweetly curving legs seemed to flash in the bright sunlight.
Her car was indeed parked in the remotest corner of the lot. There were no other cars anywhere around it. She quickened her step as we got near it, and by the time I reached it she had unlocked the trunk and opened it. I placed the bags inside and started to close it for her, but she stepped close to me again.
“I’m really grateful,” she said, putting a hand on my arm. “My name is Sarah. What’s yours?”
“Doug,” I told her.
“Thank you, Doug.” She swayed closer, her breasts touching me more boldly now. Then she raised her face and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss, but not a cool one. I felt a flicker of her tongue, and my head swam. There was a stiffening in my groin.
She smiled at me. “I told you I’d give you a good tip,” she whispered. “Want to come into the car with me?”
I nodded, hardly trusting myself to speak. At that point she reached up and pulled down the lid of the trunk to close it. I glanced automatically through the rear window, which had been hidden by the trunk lid, at the interior of the car. And got a shock. Because there was a man sitting in the front seat.
He was a black man, wearing a suit and tie and a brown fedora. He was turned in his seat, looking at us through the rear window. I gave a start when I saw him, and I might have cried out.
“Don’t worry,” Sarah said, putting her hand on my arm again. “It’s only my husband.”
I stared at her, still in shock. “Your—your husband.”
“It’s all right,” she said. “He won’t bother us. He’ll just watch. You don’t mind, do you?”
I couldn’t believe this. “But—well—yes!” I said. “Yes, I do! What the hell—”
“Hush,” she said, and she kissed me again. But this time it wasn’t quick. She came in against me and plastered her body against mine, putting her arms around me. Her lips were soft and warm, and then they parted and her tongue was in my mouth, moving in my mouth, probing, stroking, exploring. My cock was hard against her stomach, and she felt it and moved against it.
Finally she pulled back. I was breathing hard. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get in the car.” She moved around to one of the rear doors and opened it. Then she clim
bed into the car, beckoning me to follow. Part of me still held back, but my cock made the decision. I followed.
Her husband was sitting right there, in the front, on the passenger’s side. He was about thirty-five, I guessed, at least ten years older than his wife. His face was expressionless.
“Walter, this is Doug,” Sarah said. “Doug, Walter.”
Walter nodded. He didn’t offer to shake hands, so I didn’t either. The whole thing was surreal.
Sarah saw my confusion. “Hey, Doug, forget Walter,” she whispered. She moved then, swinging herself around and over me as I sat on the back seat, facing me as she settled down on my thighs. Her body now obscured my view of Walter. “Forget him,” she repeated. “Concentrate on me.” She leaned forward to put her mouth over mine, and at the same time took my hands and put them on her breasts.
The feel of those surging, springy mounds under my palms, even through the halter, combined with the magic her tongue was working in my mouth, almost did drive Walter from my mind. I squeezed and kneaded the luscious boobs, then rubbed my fingers all over them, feeling the hardness of the nipples. Sarah made a soft noise against my mouth as I strummed the stiff nubbins. Impatiently, I tried to slide my hands beneath the tight top. Sarah gave a light laugh and reached behind her, opening the buttons on the back of the halter. “Try it now, baby,” she whispered, barely raising her mouth from mine.
Now my hands made direct contact with the firm round tits, and my cock throbbed as Sarah gave a little gasp into my mouth. Her flesh was silky-smooth, almost buttery, and I couldn’t help thinking of chocolate syrup. I had never had a black woman before, and I couldn’t wait to taste that sweet dark flesh.
Feeling bolder now, I moved a hand down over her stomach to the waistband of her shorts. Without pausing, I opened the buttons I found there, and slid my hand inside. There was nothing under the shorts either. Nothing but Sarah. I moved my hand down.
She gasped again, and then made a soft whimpering sound as my fingers found her crotch. Her mouth slid from mine and moved over the side of my face to my ear. Her tongue was as arousing in my ear as it had been in my mouth. “Oh yeah, baby,” she breathed, her breath making me shiver. “Ohh yes, sweet, oh that’s so nice, yes . . .”
With her head next to mine she was no longer blocking my view of her husband, who was still sitting there, watching expressionlessly. Watching as I diddled his wife’s cunt with one hand and kneaded her breast with the other, as she squirmed on my lap and tongue-fucked my ear while she urged me on. Disconcerted, I laid my head back against the top of the seat, gazing at the roof of the car so I wouldn’t have to look at him.
Now I felt Sarah’s hands at my zipper. She pulled it down, and a minute later she had my cock out in the air, straining and pulsing as she stroked it lightly. Then she moved down, dislodging my hands, sliding off my thighs and finally kneeling between my legs. Her head lowered, and a hoarse sound came from my lips as I felt her breath on my turgid flesh.
“Sweet white cock,” Sarah said, and then her mouth engulfed me. Her soft sensuous lips slid slowly over my flesh, and her incredible tongue went to work.
I almost lost it right there. My whole body was straining under this erotic assault, and I was ready to blow my load into that siphoning mouth, whether I wanted to or not. It was Walter’s voice that stopped me.
“She sucks good, my wife,” Walter said.
It was the first sound I had heard from him, and it brought me down to earth just in time. “God, yes, she does!” I heard myself gasp breathlessly.
Sarah raised her face and smiled. “Why, thank you, darling,” she said. It wasn’t clear which of us she was talking to.
“But she fucks better,” Walter said.
“Walter wants to see you fuck me,” Sarah said to me. “Would you like to do that, Doug?”
I figured that was a rhetorical question. For answer, I started stripping off my clothes. I was still uncomfortable about Walter, but nothing now was going to stop me from having this woman.
Sarah unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers, and I lifted my ass so she could pull down my pants and shorts. As she did I opened my shirt and stripped that off too. I could only hope nobody would come along; anyone walking or driving past could easily see into the car. Neither Sarah nor Walter seemed to care about that, and watching Sarah as she painstakingly wriggled out of her shorts, there on the floor of the car, drove it into the very back of my mind.
I slid down to join her on the floor, but she pulled away and got up onto the seat. “Up here, baby,” she said. “Walter can’t see us so good down there. Let’s give him a better view, okay?”
Him and anybody else who happened to look. My brain said this was crazy; my cock said who gives a shit? Sarah lay down on the seat, one knee raised, the other leg trailing to the floor. She was naked except for her unbuttoned halter, which was skewed around to the side, revealing her luscious round breasts. I was crouched on the floor now, her outstretched leg in front of my face. I put my mouth on the inside of her thigh, just above the knee, and slid it upward, trailing my tongue over the soft secret flesh, until I reached her cunt. Sarah stiffened, and began to make little purring sounds as I explored her crotch. It tasted absolutely delicious. But she didn’t let me stay there long. “Come on, baby,” she husked. “Come up here and fuck Sarah. I want that sweet white cock inside me.”
So I did. I got up on the seat between her legs and I put my cock into her wet warm hole, as her husband watched. Sarah gave a long groaning sigh and slid her hands over my body, clutching at my ass. She held me all the way inside her for a moment, and then she let go of my ass and wrapped her legs around me. I started to move.
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, do it, sweet thing. Oh, he’s good, Walter. Yeah, he’s real good.”
“It looks fine,” Walter said. I heard the sound of a zipper opening. His voice sounded hoarse. “It’s pretty. It’s real pretty. Oh, it’s pretty.”
I wasn’t paying much attention to him, but I got the definite impression that he was jerking himself off as he watched us.
Sarah was moving with me now, and I leaned down to kiss her breasts as I accelerated my thrusts. Her cunt was tight and slick and squirmy, and I didn’t know how long I could hold on. Walter was panting audibly, still saying how pretty it was, and Sarah kept saying, “It’s good, Walter, he’s great, he’s fucking me so good. Don’t stop, baby.”
We moved harder, and Sarah began to cry out with each stroke. I held on grimly, determined not to come before she did. Actually the first person to come was Walter. I heard him grunt loudly several times as he did so. A minute later Sarah arched underneath me and called out, “Yes! Yes, I’m coming, Walter! Oh god yes!” And she spasmed once, twice, and then again. Before her orgasm had completely subsided I came too, spurting into her like a geyser.
I still couldn’t believe what had happened. I pulled out of her as soon as I could, rushing to get my clothing on. My head was still spinning, but already I was worrying about what was going to happen, whether anybody had seen us, whether I would still have a job . . .
“That was nice,” Walter said.
“Yeah, it was real good,” Sarah murmured. “Thanks for carrying my bags, sweetie.”
“I—you—you guys do this a lot?” I blurted.
Sarah just smiled at me. “Don’t ask questions, baby. Just accept.”
“You take it easy now,” Walter said.
That was my cue to leave, and I took it. As I walked away I heard the car start up, and then it pulled out and drove away.
I was afraid I might be fired for being away so long, but as it turned out nobody had even noticed I was gone. After a while I started to wonder whether my memory was real, or if I had dreamed the whole thing. I kept hoping Sarah would show up in the store again, but she never did. I should have gotten the damn license plate.
—D.F., San Francisco, California
Open Season
THIS COUPLE’S THANKSGIVING IS
A SEXUAL FEAST WHEN AN OLD FRIEND COMES TO VISIT
My wife Valerie and I are both in our mid-thirties, fit and attractive. I fell in love with her instantly the first time I saw her. She is five feet four, with long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a gorgeous set of legs that go all the way up to her beautiful ass and neatly shaved pussy. We made passionate love the evening of our first date, and have been together ever since.
One night shortly after we were married, we were cuddling in our bed after an evening of heated lovemaking when Valerie brought up the subject of sexual fantasies. Not wanting to shock my new bride with my real fantasies for fear of being classified as a sick pervert, I said something about sipping champagne on a secluded beach and making love under the stars. Valeria said that was “nice,” but I could see she didn’t believe me. As she probed further, I gave in and quietly confessed my hidden dreams of sharing her with another man, of watching her make love to a woman, and—the one that I thought might freak her out the most—the two of us making love with a bisexual man.
Valerie thought for a moment or two, then smiled and started rubbing my semi-erect cock. I took this as a good sign, and soon turned the question of fantasies back on her. As she continued playing with my member, she confessed blushingly that she had often thought about being made love to by two or more men, and that she too had a fantasy of making love with a woman. She also admitted that, even though she had not thought of it before, she found the idea of me sucking a male lover incredibly exciting.
By now my cock was fully rigid, and Valerie climbed into my lap and lowered herself onto it. I could not remember her ever being so wet and hot, and as she rode me we continued to talk about our mutual fantasies in more detail. Soon we were lost in our coupling, and her shuddering orgasm soon had me coming deep inside her.
I was now ready to act on our fantasies, and I suspected that Valerie was also. But we needed to be discreet. Neither of us wanted to just pick up strangers. After considering the problem for a while, I had an idea.
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