I felt D’Vaunte’s cock growing, bulging beneath his boxers and pressing against my bare ass. D’Vaunte clearly had a much larger package than my husband and I started to get wet. I was curious just how large he was, so I turned and lay on my back and gently took his cock in my hand. When I touched it I felt it jerk. His cock was only a couple inches longer than my husband’s but it was very thick. I flattened my hand, slid it down to his balls and massaged them, then pulled on his cock some more. D’Vaunte put his arms to either side of me, laying on top of me, and began kissing me. My breathing quickened as I kissed him back.
D’Vaunte began rubbing the tip of his cock against my wet pussy. Moments later, I felt his cock pressing inside of me. I moaned in pleasure, forgetting everything around me, as his large member stretched my little pussy wide. It felt so amazing as it slid inside of me, and my clit was tingling with delight. I put my arms around his back and held him close, kissing his neck as he kissed mine. I spread and lifted my legs as much as I could in the narrow confines of the bag, giving him the most access I could, as he pounded me powerfully with a consistent rhythm. Suddenly a wave of pleasure shot through my body and I groaned loudly as I rode out a long, powerful orgasm. Moments later, D’Vaunte threw his head back and grunted, and I felt his cock pulsing inside of me as he shot his semen inside of me.
“Wow,” Zoe said, her face barely visible in the moonlight next to me. “I guess you really liked that.”
We all giggled. I looked up at D’Vaunte with a big smile. “You were great,” I said, kissing him.
He nuzzled his face against mine, rubbing our noses together. “You’re pussy is so wet and tight, I love it.”
We continued cuddling and that’s the last thing I remember before I fell asleep. We were up in the morning before Christian arrived. The car broke down, he explained, and he had to get it repaired. He seemed to expect that we’d be angry that he wasn’t there but everybody understood. Over the next few days, we all had a great time together snowshoeing and snowmobiling. On the last night, Zoe and Jim made love again and Christian and I joined it. Although my husband’s lovemaking doesn’t hold a candle to what I experienced with D’Vaunte, I reached my hand down and rubbed my clit, bringing myself to a decent climax while thinking about my earlier fuck with my black lover. I just felt bad for D’Vaunte, who was sleeping alone in his sleeping bag. If I’d been braver, I’d have asked Christian if he’d have been up for a threesome.
THE NAUGHTY BRIDE
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
* * *
When I pulled up in front of my house, I saw that my husband’s car was parked out front. “Rats,” I thought. “Logan’s home early from work.”
I quickly thought about what excuse I would make. My clothes were disheveled, my makeup off, and I no doubt smelled of sex. I’d just gotten back from an hour long session of steamy lovemaking with Gerrick, my strong, handsome black lover. I hesitated, wondering if I should just head back out and go shopping for a while. Maybe stop over at my sister’s house and take a shower so that he wouldn’t know that anything happened.
The front door opened up and Logan walked out. “Are you coming inside, Hailey?” He seemed suspicious. Given my history, I suppose I should have suspected that.
During our three years of marriage, I hadn’t been totally faithful to Logan. In fact, I’d been darn right slutty. I’d slept with dozens of men, mostly black men. Men who were nothing like my wonderful, geeky husband. I had an incurable attraction to men who were powerful and dominant. Even though I knew those kind of men wouldn’t make good life partners, they made the best sex partners. And I felt that it was right that I enjoy the powerful intense sex that those men can provide while I’m young enough to attract them. Logan had caught me cheating on him eight times. Each time we would have a big fight and I’d promise to change. I’d try my best but I could never truly resist the attraction of a real man.
Logan walked over to the car. “What’s that smell?” he asked, sniffing inside. “You smell like a man’s cologne. And alcohol. You’ve been drinking, haven’t you, Hailey?”
“I don’t smell like alcohol,” I said defensively. “I had a glass of Diet Coke.”
It was true, I’d had a glass of cola over at Gerrick’s house, with a little vodka thrown in. I doubted he could actually smell alcohol on me – I drink vodka and diet for just that reason – so I stuck to my guns. I got out of the car and we walked into the house.
“Your clothes are a mess. You look like you’ve just been royally fucked.”
“Honey, please!” I really didn’t want to answer his questions. He was always so jealous. Even when he saw me flirting with other men, he would get all embarrassed and upset. He knew that he wasn’t my type physically, and I married him for other reasons. Sexually, I like bad boys.
As soon as we stepped through the front door, he grabbed my arm. “I can’t stand it when you cheat on me. I get so upset over it.” Then he pulled me close and put his lips against mine, kissing me wildly. I felt his erect penis through his jeans. My body reacted to him, attracted to his strong masculine behavior, and I was ready for more action.
It was a pattern that we’d long had together. Logan would catch me having an affair on him, then he would take me right after I’d been with a lover. I ran my hands over his body, and he caressed me back. I felt my pussy, already filled with another man’s sperm, readying for another round.
The two of us quickly went into the bedroom. It didn’t take us long to toss off our clothes, passionately kissing and fondling each other, and then my husband kissed his way down my naked body until he reached my honeypot. I knew my black lover’s cream was still there, my tight little beaver thoroughly drenched and dripping with my lover’s seed.
Logan put his mouth right down on my womanhood. I instinctively spread my legs, loving the feeling of his warm breath in my loins. I felt his tongue begin to lick my semen-soaked cunt gently, then he slowly became more aggressive. He put in a couple of fingers and stuck his tongue in deep, trying to get every bit of my lover’s cream. Logan would always eat me clean like this, and it was one of our favorite things to do sexually.
Once he’d cleaned me well, he rose from my pussy triumphantly, his face glistening with the combined juices of my black lover and my vagina. His penis was just under five inches long and much thinner than my Gerrick’s, but it was hard as steel when he aimed it at my cunt and pushed himself inside my well-used hole. I was very loose after my session with my well-hung black stud, but my husband didn’t seem to mind flailing his little thing around like a hot dog inside a garage. I guess he got sufficient friction because he didn’t last long before his face contorted, he grunted and added his meager load to that of my lover.
After our lovemaking session, we cuddled together and talked about it. I promised once again to try my best to stop cheating on him. I think Logan knew that it would happen again, but luckily his jealousy was fully matched with arousal at the thought of another, better man taking me for his own.
Although Logan doesn’t have what it takes physically or in his personality to please me, I’ve never doubted my love for him. The one thing that I need from other men is purely physical and I’m glad that he’s mature enough to know that it’s not something to ruin a relationship over. I love him enough to try to resist other men, but I’m
a sexual woman who has needs. And there’s nothing wrong with that.
A BLACK THREESOME FOR A WHITE WIFE
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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Last week my wife and I went for a walk through the local state park. She surprised me by suggesting that we make love right there in the park. I’d always known that she was an exhibitionist and would like to make love outside, but I didn’t want to get caught.
“Andrew, let’s do it in the bathroom,” Hannah suggested.
We looked around to make sure nobody was watching, then I walked inside the men’s room and made sure it was empty. Then we both went inside, locked ourselves inside a stall, and started kissing. She was totally fired up and ready for sex, and in just a matter of moments she was giving me a blowjob while playing with herself.
Hannah turned around, bent over and I took her from behind. We were both really getting into it, my wife moaning like a whore, when we heard the sound of footsteps coming inside the bathroom.
“Can I join in?” It sounded like a black man’s voice. Hannah’s face was pressed against the crack of the door, obviously checking him out. She unlocked the stall door.
“I’ve always wanted to try a cock like that,” she said greedily. I could see that he was, in fact, black and appeared to be in his fifties. His cock was huge, twice as long as mine and nearly as thick as a beer can. Hannah took it inside of her mouth and she was sucking him well. Then she stopped for a moment. “I’ve always wanted to try a threesome,” she said, then took him back in her mouth.
I was a little scared that somebody else could walk in since our stall was now open. But at the same time the danger had me so turned on. Soon Hannah had me pull out, and she turned around and sucked me while the black stranger took her from behind. Although she was supposed to be pleasuring us both, her focus was definitely on her black lover.
“God, it feels so good,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. I was sitting on the toilet, my wife’s hand and occasionally her mouth on my penis, while she was pounded expertly by that huge cock. “I can never go back after this, you know that right honey?” The black man sped up his thrusts and pushed deep inside of her, filling my wife with his spunk.
After that encounter, Hannah wants to have threesomes all of the time. She’s turned into a really sexual being, and I kind of like it. I wouldn’t want to change her back if I could, and I doubt that I could. The idea of a stranger filling her is a turn on for both of us, especially if the guy is black. We’re both looking forward to our next encounter.
BIGGER AND BETTER
By Polly Andrea Busch
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My name’s Connor. For the longest time, my wife Alyssa and I desired to try a threesome with another man. We finally had the chance to do it discreetly when we were away on vacation.
We were in the Caribbean and the warm weather and lack of stress seemed to make us both hornier than usual. To make it even better, I noticed a handsome young black man who was always sitting near us in the resort bar or when we were relaxing by the pool. I told Alyssa that he was often checking out her shapely legs and ample bosom.
On our third night there, the resort was having a night-time dance out in the pool area. The black stranger asked Alyssa to dance, and she accepted. During a slow song, his strong black arms holding my wife’s bikini-clad body close to him as they spoke quietly while staring into each other’s eyes, their faces just inches apart. I felt my penis stirring, hardening as I witnessed the attraction between the two of them. I could see that the black stranger was also hard, as he was sporting a large bulge in his shorts, and my wife was pressing her hips up against it, rubbing her body gently against him.
After the dance, Alyssa informed me that his name is Judge. She told me that he’s very handsome and sexy, and she asked me to approach him to set up a threesome. I noticed Judge had walked into the men’s room so I followed him inside. When I walked to the urinal, I saw Judge next to me holding the largest cock I’d ever seen in my life. His manhood was incredible, about nine inches long and quite thick. He was straining to piss because of his erection.
“You really like that woman you were dancing with,” I said.
“Yeah,” he smiled. “She’s really pretty.”
“Alyssa really likes you, too. I’m Connor, her husband. We’d like you to join us in our room for some sexy fun.”
He seemed wary at first, but then he agreed. I gave him our room number and asked him to show up in twenty minutes. After leaving the bathroom, I returned to Alyssa and we went back to our room.
I was a little worried that Judge would flake out on us, and frankly I wouldn’t blame him. But when I heard him knock on the door, I had Alyssa down to her stockings, garters and high heels. Her breasts were bare, large and firm, and she looked as beautiful as ever despite having had a child. When Judge entered the room, he quickly walked over, took Alyssa in his arms, and they kissed wildly. While their tongues danced, I grabbed a bottle of lube and some condoms from my bag.
Judge sucked on my wife’s beautiful nipples, and she removed his shorts and shirt. When she saw his unsheathed cock, Alyssa gasped. “Oh God, it’s fucking huge! I don’t know if I can take something so big. But it’s wonderful!” I walked up behind her and began playing with her breasts.
As they kissed, Alyssa’s hands were down stroking Judge’s cock. I loved watching her hands going up and down his full length. Soon Judge had her lay down on the bed and he began to finger fuck her. Then he spread her legs and I knew our fantasy was about to come true. I was so eager to see that huge cock penetrating her pussy. Alyssa took his manhood in her hand, aimed it at her pussy, and he kissed her as he pushed his ebony spear deep inside her soaking wet pussy. I wasn’t too surprised that she didn’t need lubrication with him, but I felt a little pang as this stranger was taking my wife bareback. I hoped that she wasn’t ovulating.
Judge was pounding her furiously, her cunt making slurping sounds with each thrust. My wife’s hips were moving with him, and it wasn’t long before she groaned loudly that she was coming. I saw her stomach muscles contracting, her face groaning as a strong orgasm ripped through her body.
After that, Alyssa gave me a long, slow blowjob while her black lover took her from behind. I loved seeing her facial expressions as she received her pleasure. She would suck a bit, stroke me a bit, trying her best to do something with me while that huge cock was penetrating her. I finally decided to join in a different way, putting my face below them and licking her clit. I had a great view of their conjoined genitals, his balls slapping against my face as my tongue lashed my wife’s pleasure button. Soon she was orgasming yet again. Finally I rolled a condom
over my penis and took my own pleasure inside of my wife’s well-used cunt while she intently sucked on Judge’s big cock.
For the rest of the vacation, Judge was spending sexy time with Alyssa every chance he had. When we finally left, we’d had three threesomes with him and Alyssa had enjoyed four solo sessions as well. After that success, we’re both looking to try another threesome!
BLACK MEN ARE SO HOT
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2015 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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“Hey, my father’s coming over to visit,” Shantelle said. She rolled her eyes while sipping on her coffee at our kitchen table. “He hasn’t seen me or his grandkids in nearly six years and he thinks he can just roll into town unannounced!”
“I think that’s terrible,” said my wife Nicole. “But I think it’s great that your kids will get to see their grandfather.”
I’d heard some stories about her father Willie over the years. He’s a black guy in his late sixties. He has two kids by his current wife down in Arizona, a woman in her mid-twenties, but over the decades he has bred women all across the country. Shantelle informed us that Willie has “litters” of children of all different ages. She is in contact with three of the other “litters” of half-siblings, in addition to her sister and two brothers.
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