He laughed and said, “We have one muscle a lot bigger than white guys have.” I laughed at that, and he said, “Just look at this one!”
I almost fainted when he pulled his shorts aside and flashed what looked like eight or nine inches of soft black cock! I told him I’d never seen one like that. “Hell,” I said, “my husband’s prick isn’t that big when he has a hard-on!” We looked at each other then, and embraced in a deep kiss. At the same time, I grabbed that ebony prick and felt it grow to some twelve to fourteen inches. Harry reached into my robe and found my pussy still dripping with Dick’s jism. He immediately caressed my clit.
Without a word, I got down on all fours, and Harry placed his cock at my pussy lips. I reached back to help him guide it, and found to my delight that it was fatter than a banana. It went in surprisingly easily, and oh my, it felt good to feel my pussy totally filled in depth and circumference. He pumped slowly at first, then picked up the pace. I gasped and squealed with pleasure. I must have come three times or more before he stuck a finger up my asshole, and then I came again. This had never happened with Dick, ever. Finally I felt my lover tense up and grab my hips as he came and gushed what seemed like quarts of come into my throbbing pussy. When we regained our composure, we returned to our own rooms. We kissed good night, and we never saw one another again.
I never told Dick about that night, but when I think of that great fuck, or see a big, good-looking black man, I get hot wondering what kind of equipment he has under his belt.
—S.S., Royal Oak, Michigan
ALL THE MARKET WILL BARE
I am an attractive twenty-five-year-old blonde, and I have nice, big titties. While I get my share of attention, I enjoy most of all a handsome black man’s sexy smile or long stare.
After living in big cities most of my life, I’ve settled in a small southern town where the opportunities to meet black men are scarce. I don’t see many blacks except for the manager of my neighborhood grocery store. I consider that a shame, because I’ve always had a horny spot for black men. I like to see those big black cocks throb at the sight of my pretty blonde pussy. When I lived in big northern cities and in Europe, I took advantage of the chance to seduce a number of black gentlemen.
I’ve been eyeing that black store manager for some time now, but he pays no attention to me. I know he’s a married man because he wears a wedding ring. Maybe he’s one of those guys who stays faithful to his wife. Still, I have high hopes. I believe that he, and most other black men, have a horny yen for a piece of good-looking white tail. I’m sure that if I work on him long enough, I’ll get him to cheat with me. Even if he didn’t fuck me in his car or at a motel, I wish he’d take me to the storeroom and pop it to me. I’m tired of leaving his store with a bag of groceries and a wet cunt.
—J.G., Valdosta, Georgia
FRINGE BENEFITS
I’ve been reading your magazine for several years now, and I never thought I would actually ever have a story to contribute. I also thought I would never sleep with anyone but my husband of four years. But then I went on a business trip with my boss, and all that changed in a single night.
This was the first business trip I had ever been on. My boss Joe met me at the airport and carried my bags to my room. I was pleasantly surprised when I found he was staying in the adjoining room. Once I was settled in, we worked for the rest of the day.
That night my boss suggested we have dinner together and have an early night—at least, that’s what he said. We are both fitness fanatics, so before dinner we decided to use the stairs at the hotel for a little exercise. After our workout, we went back to our rooms. Joe opened the doors between them, and it seemed natural to lie on his bed with him and sip on a beer.
Joe was full of naughty surprises that evening. He said for me to lie still, and took out a copy of Forum and a jar of olives. I turned on the TV. Only adult channels were playing. I realized then what Joe had in mind, and I must say I was not upset. On the contrary, I rather looked forward to some extracurricular high jinks with the boss. But things were slow getting started. I wondered if I had misread Joe’s motives. But I bided my time.
After we exchanged dirty stories, ate a few olives and watched several bits of pornographic movies, I began to wonder if Joe was hung like the fellows in the film. It looked as if I was never going to find out when he excused himself and went into his bathroom, where he stayed a long time. Joe later told me he only left to take a cold shower and calm down. I was alone and horny, so I went into my own bathroom and finger-fucked myself.
After coming twice, I changed into a sheer black blouse—nothing else—and got back in Joe’s bed to wait for him. He came out with nothing on but a tiny towel. But he soon grasped the situation. He straddled me and gave me a sensuous back rub. That got me very relaxed and very wet. After massaging my back and legs for a while, Joe worked his hands under my blouse and got right to work on my appreciative breasts. Soon my nipples were standing at rigid attention, like two little pink soldiers on parade.
Now we were getting somewhere! I arched my back in hopes that the back rub would soon become a front rub. I barely realized it when he took off the blouse, turned me over and got down to serious business. He got my pussy good and wet just playing with my tits.
I was soon ready for a good fuck, and I ripped away that silly towel. He moved his hands to my pussy, and I got so wet that I shot come all over the sheets. I had never gushed like that before. Soon, with Joe’s help, I realized how much fun giving a man a blowjob could be. Neither one of us got much sleep that night. Every time I woke up he was playing with my pussy, making me come over and over again. That night of pleasure and wetness will linger in my memory forever.
—I.G., Pocatello, Idaho
CARPOOL COUPLE
As so many of your correspondents say, I never thought I would be writing to you. I am a twenty-five-year-old black woman, married, with two children. I wear a 42D cup and have a fat juicy cunt. I have cheated on my husband with three different men, but Reggie is my favorite. Reggie and I work together and our job is fifty miles away from where we live, so we carpool. He is the best pussy eater that I have ever met.
It all started one night when we were riding home, and I was feeling hot and horny. Somehow we started talking about sex, and Reggie started telling me how much he loves to eat pussy and suck a clit. I started telling him how much I love sucking cock and licking balls. I started licking my lips and feeling my huge tits. All of a sudden he unzipped his pants and pulled out his nine-inch-long black cock. I knew I had to have that thick snake in my mouth, so I just dropped my head into his lap and started kissing that cock. I couldn’t control myself; I just pushed the whole thing down my throat. I had that monster cock shiny and hard in no time at all. The more I sucked the longer and harder it got. I was going out of my mind for that cock. I told him to pull over and pull his pants off, because I just had to have his balls in my mouth. When he pulled his pants off I saw that his balls were the size of red plums. I could only take one of them in at a time, and I loved having them in my mouth, licking them, sucking them and just holding them on my tongue. They were the best balls I ever tasted in my whole life.
Reggie told me to stop because he didn’t want to come yet. So I took off my pants and lay down on the seat while he just looked at my cunt. He told me it was the prettiest cunt he’d ever seen. He licked around my pussy lips, then put his tongue inside me and fucked me with it for a couple of seconds. He started licking my clit like I have never known it to be licked. While he was doing that he put two fingers in my cunt and started finger-fucking me. After he pumped me a few times I started screaming with passion. He looked up at me with come all over his face, then moved up and kissed me, sharing my love juice.
I had to have that cock inside me, and I begged and begged him to fuck me. After three minutes of begging he pushed that monster in me to the hilt before I knew what hit me. I hadn’t felt so full in a long time, and I loved every minute of it. I sc
reamed, “Fuck me harder, harder and harder!” I started coming and couldn’t stop. I thought I was going to die with the pleasure that black dick was giving me. I begged him to shoot a load of come into me that I would never forget, and he did.
When I finally made it home, my husband was waiting for me naked. Well, what can a girl do in that situation but fuck her husband’s brains out, and then let him eat her pussy afterward?
Well, that was three months ago and Reggie and I still ride home together every night.
—B.K., Baton Rouge, Louisiana
BLACK ON THE SIDE
I am a twenty-three-year-old natural redhead, with 36C tits and a very hot, tight pussy. Men have often told me that I am very attractive. I have been married for three years, but my husband’s job takes him away from home several times a month.
We live in a very small apartment, so I take our clothes to a nearby laundromat to be washed. That is where I met Laverne. She lived in the same apartment building I did, with her boyfriend Doug, and we became close friends. Laverne and Doug were the first black people I had been friends with.
One night Laverne and Doug were both at the laundromat while I was there. I was folding my clothes when Doug offered to help. I had been washing out some panties and bras, among other things. Donald, my husband always liked me to wear sheer see-through thong panties. Doug held up a pair to show Laverne, saying that this was the kind of panties she should wear. He then said he bet I looked nice wearing just my panties. I told him that my husband wanted me to be daring. He just laughed and said, “You can be daring with me anytime you want to.” I flirted back, telling him he wouldn’t know what to do if he did see me in just my panties. He replied, “Just give me the chance, baby, just you give me the chance.”
Laverne and I often visited each other’s apartment, sharing coffee or drinks. One morning when I knew that both Laverne and Doug were coming over for coffee, I put on a pair of my see-through thong panties. I pulled them up tight in the crack of my ass. My thick pussy lips were plainly visible, as was my curly red pussy hair. I slipped on a short bed jacket and belted it loosely. I knew it would gap open enough to show off my panties.
Laverne and Doug arrived, and as I was pouring Doug’s coffee my robe came completely open. Doug grinned and said, “Your panties sure look good on you.”
“Oh, you think so?” I replied.
“Sure looks good to me,” he said. After that the talk turned naturally to sex. Laverne asked me if I had ever had any black dick, and I admitted that I hadn’t. She laughed and told me I didn’t know what I had been missing. I told her I had only had sex with three other men besides my husband. Laverne laughed again and said that I was practically a virgin.
Donald was going to be traveling that weekend, and I would be alone. When Laverne heard that, she asked me if I would like to go out with her and Doug, and one of Doug’s friends. I told her I would have to think about it, because I didn’t want to mess up my marriage. “Don’t worry,” Laverne said. “Your husband doesn’t ever need to know. You ever heard of protection?” I told her I would go on the date with them, but that I wouldn’t fuck around.
That Friday night they picked me up to go out for dinner and dancing. Doug’s friend was named Ron. He was very athletic-looking, with very nice features and very dark skin. I was dressed up in my sexy lingerie, and a micro-mini dress that showed off my whole ass if I bent over. When Doug introduced Ron to me, he remarked, “Man she sure has a fine-looking booty. Oh yes, mighty fine.” Ron told me I sure was attractive.
We piled into Doug’s large Cadillac. Ron was very polite, and I felt comfortable with him. In the backseat, he put his arm around me and I snuggled up to him. He told me how good my perfume smelled. He then tilted my head up and asked me if he could kiss me. I said okay. We kissed long and passionately. He was the first black man that I had ever kissed. Laverne looked back at us and said, “Oh, it looks like she’s going to get her pussy stretched tonight!”
My dress had ridden up to my crotch, and I knew my pussy was exposed, but I didn’t care. Ron played with my tits and got some good feels of my pussy. He unzipped his pants and I reached inside them and pulled out his cock. It was very big. I remembered what Laverne had said about black dick.
We shared a nice dinner and some drinks, and we danced quite a lot. As we danced Ron pressed his big cock against my crotch. My pussy was hotter than it had ever been. After a while we decided it was time to go to a motel and get things going. We found a nearby place and booked a double room for the four of us.
As Doug and Laverne sat on one bed and started making out, Ron suggested that I take off my dress. He unzipped the back, and I pushed it down off my hips and let it fall. Doug and Laverne were getting undressed. I noticed that Laverne was wearing thong panties. Ron had stripped completely naked. His hard cock was sticking straight up. I had never seen a cock so big. He unfastened my bra and bared my tits, then knelt and removed my panties.
He admired my naked body. He told me he liked the soft silky feel of my thick red cunt hair. We lay back on the bed and he massaged my clit and sucked my tits. He teased me by rubbing the head of his cock against the opening of my pussy. Finally he started working that big cock up into my vagina. I had never had anything so big up my cunt before. Soon he started fucking me in earnest. I caught the rhythm and fucked him back, stroke for stroke. He pounded my pussy hard. Suddenly we were both coming. He drove hard into me, and I felt his load filling my pussy just as I experienced the best climax of my life. I heard Laverne cry out that she was coming too.
As I lay there with come leaking from my pussy, I realized too late that we had not used a condom. But I was on the pill, and it hadn’t failed me yet. We cleaned up and took a shower together. Laverne suggested that we trade partners for another fuck. Doug got his chance to show me that he did indeed know what to do with my pussy, delivering a fuck equally as good as Ron’s.
We spent the entire weekend partying, fucking and sucking each other off. I just barely got home before Donald on Sunday night. I just had time to douche out my pussy. When Donald asked me if I had missed him while he was away, I told him I sure did, and that I was really horny. He said he would take care of that, and he did, but while he was fucking me I was thinking of that big black cock that had so completely filled my pussy just a short time ago.
Ron and I still fuck when we get a chance, and I still imagine him every time I fuck my husband. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
—S.F., Little Rock, Arkansas
BEACH BLANKET BOFF
I have been married for going on twelve years. All in all it has not been bad, but at times it is trying, due to my husband’s diabetic condition. I love to party, but he is not able to really raise hell anymore. I am only thirty-one and he is forty-five. I always felt that age was no more than a state of mind, but sometimes I feel there are things I am missing. I love my husband, but I love having fun as well.
We have a weekend place at the beach, and we enjoy going down with some friends of ours whenever we can. This weekend we went down to celebrate my birthday with our friends Rudy and Gail. Saturday night we went out to a bar for a few drinks and songs with the karaoke crowd. Rudy and I both love to get rousing drunk and sing all night long, whereas Gail, like my husband, is usually ready to retire after a couple of hours.
The first bar we went to was dead, so we tried one we had never been to before. It turned out to be a real party crowd. Rudy and I were drinking a lot and having fun, but our spouses got bored and bothered by the smoke, so they left at about eleven o’clock. Rudy and I stuck around, and the party went on. We sang with everyone in the bar and drank untold amounts of alcohol. We danced a few numbers, and when we did I felt a tingling in my body, but I thought it was just the alcohol playing with my head.
We closed the bar down around one in the morning, and then I got the notion to go swimming. Now normally I would never be that reckless, but the alcohol had taken over, and besides, Rudy was looki
ng like a fine specimen of manhood.
When I told Rudy I wanted to go swimming he asked me if I was sure, and I said yes. We went to a dark place on the beach where I removed all my clothes, which is something I had never done is front of another man since my marriage. Rudy said he only wanted to watch, and I laughed and told him I knew what he wanted to see. One of the crazy things I had done recently was to have my shaved pussy pierced in three different places, and I had rings in the hood and in both lips. Rudy knew about this, but of course had never seen it, and I had never thought about showing him, but I am sure glad I did. Rudy got a blanket from his van and sat on it watching me while I was in the water. When I got out I started to get dressed, but he sat me down on the blanket and started to caress my nipples and stroke my wet salty thighs.
His fantastic touch was driving me insane. The water had been so sensuous on my naked body, and what with that and all the alcohol I was horny as hell. He laid me down on the blanket and spread my legs to look at my damp pussy, with all its adornments, then started eating me with a raging passion. He told me how he loved to eat pussy, and soon he had me dripping with excitement. I had to feel more of him next to me, so I removed his clothes, which was only fair because I was totally naked myself. I kissed him deeply, passionately, trying to jam my tongue down his throat. I kissed his neck and licked and suckled his nipples, loving the salty taste of his skin. We lay there on the beach fondling and groping each other’s body parts for over an hour, and I came so many times I lost count. I sucked his cock all the way down my throat and felt the heat clear to my dripping pussy.
At one point we thought we heard something, and stopped what we were doing. I was disappointed because I wanted to feel him inside me, and we had not reached that point yet. I started to grab my clothes, but he stopped me and led me back to his van. There we took up where we left off. Rudy began a serious sucking of my tits and nipples. He would take one breast deeply into his mouth while teasing and massaging the other, which drove me crazy. When I couldn’t stand anymore I again started to suck his long hard cock down my wanting throat.
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