Verhalen.XYZ - GETTING BLACKED

Written by: PatC
Category: True Story
Tag(s): BBC, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Interracial, Oral Sex, Written by women

1

I was sitting in a chair off to the side watching the action, wearing only an off white pair of string bikini panties, but I was wearing more clothes than anyone else in the room. There were two women on the couch in the middle of the room, with five men gathered around them, all trying to garner the ladies’ affections. Everybody was completely naked. I’m not even sure why I was there, that type of cluster fuck isn’t really to my taste. That’s why I was sitting by myself and still wearing underpants, even though they were a very skimpy pair and didn’t cover much.

As I watched, I saw Harold Price emerge from the group. A large well-built black man, his nude figure was quite impressive, but as he stepped back from the couch, it wasn’t his build alone that caught my attention, it was his erection. Easily nine or ten inches in length, it jutted stiffly out, looking like the bowsprit on a sail boat with his heavy balls slung below it in his scrotum like some sort or phallic inspired figurehead. I couldn’t help but notice all the other big dicks on the couch seemed to have to stroke or squeeze their cocks when they weren’t being attended to by one of the two women, almost as if they couldn’t maintain an erection without some physical stimulation. But Harold stood, looking almost with distain at the group, naked, completely untroubled by his hard-on, looking like a true Alpha male. Then he looked over in my direction and began walking towards me. The Alpha male had spotted me.

As he approached, I was fascinated with his cock as it swayed slightly back and forth with every step he took. It was a hypnotic thing of beauty and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I felt my stomach tighten in anticipation with every move it made as he grew nearer. I wondered to myself what he would say when he got to me, or what I would say for that matter. I envisioned either a “hey do you want play with my cock” or a pseudo-sympathetic “what’s the matter, baby, you nervous or something” type of line. I should have known better. Stopping in front of me, he held out his hand and spoke softly.

“Come along, little angel, it’s your time.”

He was neither asking nor demanding, just stating a simple fact in typical Alpha male fashion. I took his hand and stood up, unable to refuse. He slid his hands around my waist, then down into my panties. Grabbing my ass cheeks he pulled me against him, trapping his huge cock between us. Feeling his hard-on pressed against me, I leaned back slightly, looking down my body. I could see the mahogany brown head of his cock looking back up at me like some kind of beautiful one eyed brown snake. Weak in the knees, I felt I would melt there on the spot.

No man has ever turned me on so much by doing so little. After all, all he did was walk across the room with his erection pointing the way, grab me by the ass, and press his penis against my belly. If I was that hot already, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like once we got down to business. One thing was for sure, I was in a hurry to find out.Putting my arms around his neck, I pulled him down for a kiss. I gave him a quick peck, then concentrated on his lower lip, sucking it between my own lips. I stroked it with the tip of my tongue. Then, pressing our lips together, I slowly slid my tongue into his mouth. I was hoping he would take it as a sign that I was his for the taking. It occurred to me that he really didn’t require a sign, he had made it plain by his manner that he was going to take me, but I wanted him to know how much I wanted him, needed him to fuck me. I wanted to be his woman, even if it was just for the moment or for the long haul. I pulled him against my even tighter as we stayed lip-locked in a deep soul penetrating kiss.

I woke up with my face buried in my pillow. I sat up, startled; it had all been a dream. I cursed my luck for having awakened before he fucked me. I tried to go back to sleep, hoping I could return to where we’d been interrupted and then let my Alpha male finish the job he’d started on me. But that sort of thing never works, after about fifteen minutes I gave up and rolled over on my back. Staring at the dark ceiling of my bedroom, I felt cheated.

Now there was a reason I might have had an erotic dream about Harold Price. He worked in the same office as I did. He was tall and athletic with a confident demeanor. Walking through the office in a self-assured manner, he flirted with all the women shamelessly with a warm mischievous smile. He was about ten years younger than me. I was in my thirties at the time and found the age difference exciting; it’s nice to think younger men might find you attractive. And yes, there were rumors of him having a large cock.

I don’t know where those stories came from or if anyone ever confirmed them. Perhaps one of the girls had a fling with him or the guys saw it in the Men’s Room, or if it was just a case of someone believing in the stereotype that said all black men are hung like bulls. But those rumors were the inspiration for my very arousing dream and a growing infatuation with Harold Price. After that every time I saw him walking casually through the office, I remembered my nocturnal vision of him walking naked with that large proud erection standing tall. If he happened to come my way, I could see that cock in my mind’s eye and imagine my Alpha male was coming to take me. I could often feel my pussy getting wet in anticipation. I finally decided something had to give before I ended up in a frenzy of sexual frustration. I had to get it out of my system.

The problem was just how to go about it. I didn’t want to just go up and offer myself up to him. That could prove to be rather debasing, not to mention out-right embarrassing, if he turned me down. I liked to think I was attractive enough that he would jump at the opportunity to have his way with me, but the age difference kept coming into my mind. It was possible he would think of me as just some pathetic old broad. As horny as I was, I didn’t want to look pitiful.

Then something occurred to me and it was remarkably simple; every Friday night the company bowlers got together to play at the local lanes. I knew from the talk around the office that Harold usually played and there was a fair amount of drinking that went on. This seemed like fertile ground for an ice breaking. At best, my big dicked Alpha male would pick up where my dream had left off and screw me silly and at worst, I spend a night socializing with my friends from work. It really did seem like a no lose proposition. So, the first Friday after I’d made my decision, I took a cab to the bowling alley prepared to strut my stuff to see if anyone would take the bait and hoping it would be Harold.

I went in and took a seat behind the lanes where our office teams were playing. Several did notice me sitting there and commented on it. Mostly they asked what I was doing there. I told them I’d heard so much about these Friday night get togethers that I thought I’d drop in and see for myself what goes on. That seemed to satisfy everyone’s curiosity. Once they were into their final frames, I got up and went into the lounge. Slowly, in small groups, as they finished their games they began filing in. A lot of the men came over to talk with me, including, much to my relief, Harold.

I made sure when I was talking to him to again smile a lot, occasionally licking my lips, and to keep my eyes locked on his. I’m not sure if he picked up on my signals or whether he simply never passed up an opportunity to flirt with any woman that acted friendly towards him, but he slid onto the chair next to me. Oddly, my little scheme was working, but I was growing nervous. We started out just exchanging pleasantries with both of us laughing just a little too much at each other’s light hearted remarks. I knew this was going somewhere but was beginning to wonder if this was really something I wanted to do; I was having second thoughts. He finally asked the obvious question; what brought me there that night. I told him the same thing I’d told all the others, that I was curious about what went on here every Friday night. Almost without thinking, I asked him the same question.

“Now it’s your turn. What brings you here every Friday night?”

“The games; you know, to knock down a few pins and knock back a few drinks. Just looking for some fun.”

I was still in a flirtatious mood and that line was too much of a set up for me to pass up, “Fun, huh; knock down a few pins, knock back some drinks, and maybe knock off a little piece of something else too, is that what you had in mind?”

“Oh ho, baby girl’s got a playful streak in her! Best be careful angel baby, somebody’s liable to take you seriously.”

There was something about this man who was ten years my junior calling me “baby girl” that did something to me. All doubts disappeared in an instant, that simple phrase had turned me on big time. I was his if he wanted me, because I sure as hell wanted him, big cock and all.

“Are you really sure you want me to be careful?” I asked coyly.

“Oh, baby girl, I don’t know if you realize where this could lead.”

“Oh, baby girl has a pretty good idea where it could go. Would you like to get out of here and go somewhere where we could talk about it?”

“That’s one hell of an idea,” he said, looking around. “We don’t want to be topic of the office gossip from now on, so we have to leave discretely somehow.”

“No problem,” I said finishing my drink. “I’m going to go to the ladies room. From there I’ll sneak out the side door. Meet me out front in about, say ten minutes. How’s that work?”

“Sounds like you’ve done this before, angel baby.”

I got up and winked at him before heading for the Rest Room. When he called me “angel baby”, it reminded me that in my dream he’d called me “little angel” and I felt a shudder go through my body. I was getting nervous again, but it was an exciting kind of nervous. It seemed like my dream was coming true and it was electrifying.

I stopped by the vending machines on my way to the ladies room, just to kill some time. He was supposed to wait ten minutes before leaving and that’s a long time to sit in the bathroom. I had to pee, but for ten minutes? I didn’t think so. So I spent a few minutes perusing the wares. I did buy some breath mints, figuring they could come in handy. Then I went into the ladies room, peed, washed up, then touched up my makeup. Lastly, I freshened up my perfume and put a drop or two on the inside of my thighs. Hoping that would do some good.

Finally I gave up and, leaving the restroom, headed for the side door of the lanes where I could slip out unnoticed. Once outside, I walked around to the front of the building and stood alongside the door waiting for Harold. The minutes seemed to crawl as I waited. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was afraid I’d be stood up. I had no reason the think this, but everything seemed to have gone so well for me that I thought something had to go wrong. But I had no reason to worry, after a few minutes, one of the glass doors opened and Harold stepped out.

“I couldn’t see you from inside,” he said. “I thought for a second you’d changed your mind.”

“No, I just thought being off to the side would be less conspicuous.” I didn’t feel it was necessary to tell him I had thought he was the one who’d changed their mind.

We walked across the parking lot to his car and he was the perfect gentleman, opening the door for me. Once we were both in, he started the engine and turned to me.

“Any ideas where we should go?”

“Yes,” I said staring straight ahead, “I was thinking your place would be nice.”

“Damn, little lady, you don’t mess around with the preliminaries, do you? You get right down to cases.”

“If you’d rather not …”

“No, no; I didn’t say that. I like someone who knows what they want and goes for it. It’s just that I really never expected anything like this from you, you never seemed like the type.”

“The type, and what type is that?”

“Oh, don’t be like that, you know what I mean. You always seemed so reserved. I guess it like that old saying about still waters running deep, baby girl. It seems like you’ve got a lot going on under the surface. You just took me by surprise.”

We pulled out of the parking lot in silence. I don’t know what he was feeling, but I was in some kind of weird turmoil. I was nervous and anxious, excited to be off on a sexual adventure, but I was also scared. I felt at that time that there was still some sort of taboo about interracial sex and I was about to cross it. When we stopped at a red light he looked over at me.

“Tell me something, baby girl, just to satisfy my curiosity. What brought you here tonight? I mean are you doing this to see if all those rumors about black men are true?”

I wasn’t sure where he was going with this or how to answer, so I felt I’d have to go with the truth. “To be honest with you, I don’t know. Those sexual stereotypes may have something to do with it, but not entirely. But even if that were the only reason, would it matter?”

“Nooo ma’am, I just wanted to know what I was getting into. That’s all.”

“Well think of this. Even if that were all I was interested in, you’re not the only black man I know, you’re not even the only black man in the office, and yet here I am with you.”

“Oh, I do like that answer, baby girl. No more questions from me.”

“Well, now it’s my turn to ask the same question. Are you with me just because I’m white? Is it something like you’re trying to rack up another blonde pubic scalp on your lance?”

“You asked the same question and I have about the same answer. I’m not sure. I am attracted to white girls, always have been, but I don’t know why. All I can say is some guys like big breasts, some long legs, others big booties. Some prefer short hair and others like it long. I’m turned on by light creamy flesh. Maybe it’s because they always seemed unattainable, so when I find one who’s into it, I get an extra thrill from them. All I know is, I do get that extra thrill.”

“Well, I’ll do my best to provide it,” I said with uncharacteristic boldness, feeling there was no point in being coy, we both knew what we were going to do. I didn’t mention about the erotic dream he’d starred in. That would be my little secret.

“I think we should stop this talk,” he said. “I’m having a hard time keeping my mind on my driving.”

I couldn’t help giggling, but other than that, I kept quiet the rest of the way. Neither of us said a word when we pulling into the parking lot of his apartment building. Since Harold was usually pretty glib and talkative, I could only feel that his silence meant that he could sense how uncomfortable I was at this point and didn’t want to say anything that might spook me into changing my mind. He needn’t have worried, I had crossed the line of no return back at the bowling alley and I wasn’t going to back out now. Any uneasiness or hesitancy I was experiencing now was just adding to my sense of adventure. You must understand, I hadn’t been divorced very long and the idea of going out and picking up a man for sex wasn’t something I was used to doing.

2

When we went into the building, it occurred to me that any one of his neighbors that saw us on the stairs or in the hallway would know what we were doing. I couldn’t help imagining what they would think of me, a white woman going into a younger black man’s apartment at this hour. I could almost hear their tongues clucking as they tsk-tsked about the brazen little strumpet that Harold Price had picked up. It excited me to the point where I hoped someone would come out of their doors and see us. I wanted to feel like some sort of wicked harlot flaunting my promiscuous non-conformity in their faces; but alas, nobody did.

Once inside, he brought out a bottle of brandy and two small snifters as I sat on the sofa trying to look as casually seductive as I could. He set the glasses down on the coffee table and partially filled them. Handing me one, he sat down next to me and slid and arm around me. I leaned heavily against him with my head on his shoulder. My heart was pounding; after all, I was on the verge of living out my erotic dream. Who wouldn’t be nervous?

I took a sip of my brandy and looked up at him. He turned slightly and kissed me. It was a soft gentle kiss but it was electrifying and sent a thrill through my whole body. When our lips touched, I knew my little fantasy was beginning. I slid the tip of my tongue along his upper lip in response. Then I straightened up, took a drink of my brandy and set the glass on the coffee table. Harold did likewise. We were now at the moment of truth, the point of no return so to speak.

I reached out and stroked his cheek. That was all the encouragement he needed. He slid one arm across my shoulders and another around my back in a comfortable embrace as he kissed me. This time it was no light teasing kiss, it was a sensual, erotic, lover’s kiss. Our tongues slid back and forth in our mouths, each enticing the other. It was one of those true French kisses that was a sexual act unto itself. I could feel my heart rate speeding up in my chest and the pangs of intense arousal down below. I was literally “hot to trot” as they say in polite society.

My hand was trembling as it dropped onto his lap. I quickly felt the insides of his thighs until I found the thick bulge I was looking for in one leg of his pants. I laid my palm on its length, it extended past my fingertips and the heel of my hand wasn’t at its base. The rumors about his cock were true. Even through the fabric of his trousers it was impressive. I squeezed it lightly and felt it throb in my grip causing my stomach muscles to tighten in excitement. Harold responded with a soft muffled groan as he slid a hand down past the elastic waist band of my slacks and began rubbing my pussy through the material of my panties. I parted my thighs to give him better access to my crotch, loving the feel of his firm touch.

When the kiss ended, he looked at me and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I nodded my head in slowly in agreement. That was it, no muss, no fuss, no questions, I was caught. I had taken the bait, he had set the hook, and now my Alpha male was reeling me in. Never had any little fish been more excited to be the catch of the day.

When I stood up, Harold did likewise, first picking up our glasses with the stems between his fingers of one hand and the bottle of brandy in the other. He put his arm around me resting his forearm resting on my shoulder with the hand holding the glasses dangling in front of me. He gestured to the bedroom door with the hand holding the brandy, then guided me towards the waiting doorway. Leaning against him as we walked, all I could think of was that awe inspiring bulge I’d felt through the leg of his pants. I was both aroused and intimidated at the same time as my Alpha male led me to my sexual fate. It’s only sex, I reassured myself. This is what you wanted, this is what you came out looking for and now this is what you’re going to get; enjoy it.

In the bedroom, I stood behind him as he set the bottle and glasses on his nightstand. When he stood up and turned around, he brushed the backs of his fingers across my cheek gently, then bent down and kissed me. It was an electrifying moment. As our tongues caressed each other I felt I was in some sort of sexual free fall mode plunging inevitably towards its climactic end. I was no longer in control and I suspect neither was Harold. I pressed myself against him as closely as was possible, so close that I could feel him breathing. He released me from his embrace and slid his hands down, massaging my ass cheeks through the material of my slacks. Then he took the hem of my pullover and began working it upwards. When our lips parted, I stepped back and raised my arms, allowing him to remove the garment.

Once my top was off he reached around me to unhook my bra, while I went to work excitedly undoing his belt buckle. When I felt my bra come loose I stopped what I was doing long enough to remove it and toss it aside, exposing my tits. Harold didn’t get the chance to enjoy them, because I almost instantly dropped to my knees to continue my task with his pants. I was anxious to see just what I’d felt earlier on the couch looked like. Pulling down his pants, I could see the bulge in one leg of his boxer briefs and it was an impressive sight. I took hold of the waistband of his underwear and pulled downward, slowly exposing what lay beneath them. Freed from the restraint of the leg of his underwear, his cock literally sprang out at me. Not completely erect as yet, it stuck out in all its uncircumcised glory; big, black, and awesome.

It was about nine or ten inches long, not having a ruler I can’t say for sure, and thick. But, more than that, it was beautiful, but it was also intimidating. I had never encountered anything like it. Looking at its size and realizing that it would be forcing its way into me in just a short time was slightly unnerving. But unnerved or not, there was no stopping now. After all, this is what I came here for and this is what I had wanted. Harold had not come looking for me; I had gone to the bowling alley and flaunted myself in front of him hoping to get his attention. When I received it I had been thrilled. No, there would be no last minute backing out. I had come out that night hoping to get Harold to fuck me and now it was about to happen.

3

I took his cock in my hand, gently squeezing it and felt it growing firmer. I couldn’t resist, I leaned forward and gently kissed the tip. There had been a nervous sensation in my stomach that now quickly spread throughout my body. My hands were shaking as I pulled back on the shaft of his cock, exposing the head from beneath the foreskin. Almost instinctively I stuck my tongue out and used it to gently caress the dark mahogany brown head. Taking a much of into my mouth as I could without gagging, I began sucking, bobbing my head slowly. I could hear Harold breathing heavily, almost gasping, so I knew he was enjoying what I was doing.

Suddenly he put his hands on the sides of my head. For a moment I thought he was going to try and shove his dick down my throat. In an almost panicked state I grabbed his dick with a tight fist to prevent him from doing that, realizing it was too big for me to take. But I should have known better, Harold had no intention of doing anything like that. Instead, he gently pushed my head back. “Wait, baby, I really have to sit down.”

I sat back on my heels and watched as he hobbled backwards the few feet to the bed and sat down. He began removing his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. Once he finished, I shuffled over to him on my knees. I put my hands on his thighs and began stroking them, eventually running my hands over his stomach and up to his chest. He leaned back, his arms extended behind him, his cock standing stiffly at attention. I gripped it lightly at the base and began licking it slowly up its full length to the tip. I paused and ran the tip of my tongue back and forth along the rim of the head.

Tipping my head to the side, I moved up and down the length of his cock with my tongue lashing across the shaft as I did, lapping away at his cock like cat at its water dish. At one point when I was at the base of his dick I stopped and looked at his scrotum. Almost on impulse, I shifted my position and lowered my head. Opening my mouth wide, I leaned forward and took as much of it in as I could and began sucking on his balls.

“Oh, Gawd damn, yeah,” I heard him say with a groan.

I continued sucking gently while my tongue lovingly stroked his nut sack, savoring the feel of its crinkly crepe-like texture. Nut sucking was nothing I’d ever done before, but I couldn’t help myself. They were a part of that magnificent black cock that had me so enthralled and I wanted the whole package. It was then that I felt something warm and wet run across the thumb of my hand that was holding his dick. I didn’t have to look, I knew it was pre-cum and he was getting close. Abandoning his balls, I sat up straight and took the as much of his dick as I was comfortable with into my mouth. I began sucking in earnest. My hand was pumping up and down on the shaft of his cock as my tongue wildly caressed its head. Finally, I heard him moan, almost growling, as his cock throbbed and shot a spurt of thick rich cum into my mouth. I kept sucking and stroking him as I swallowed, trying to get as much of his cum as I could. With the last throb of his dick, I sat back on my heels and watched him as he propped himself up on his elbows. I put my forearm on the top of his thigh and then laid my cheek on it, still looking at him.

“Damn, little mama, when you go at it you don’t show any mercy at all, do you?”

I said nothing just reached out and laid my hand lovingly on his cock, smiled coyly, and if I remember correctly, batted my eyes. I figured that was all the answer he needed.

He sat upright, then reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a box of tissues. He pulled a few out and handed them to me. Taking them, I straightened up and began wiping my slobber and his cum from my face. As I did that I heard the clink of glasses, looking over I saw he was refilling the brandy glasses. He handed me one and kept one for himself. I knew what this was all about; some men don’t like to kiss women right after a blow job. I never understood this, but have accepted it as being just the way it is for many guys. Harold was one of those and this was his polite way of “sterilizing” my mouth. I sat back on my heels in front of him sipping my brandy. I made sure to swirl every sip I took in my mouth and made sure he noticed so he wouldn’t worry about kissing a mouth full of cum.

When I finished my brandy he took my glass along with his and set them on the nightstand. Then, standing up, he took my hands and helped me to my feet. Turning me around, he gently pushed me to the bed. When I sat down, he bent over and took my panties by the waistband. As he pulled them down, I leaned back and raised my hips so he could remove them. Placing his hands on the mattress on each side of me, he leaned over and kissed my throat, then worked his way downward, dragging his tongue across my flesh as he did. He paused at my breasts long enough to kiss them and suck on my already erect nipples, sending a slight shimmy down my spine. He continued his journey. I felt my stomach muscles tighten involuntarily when he stopped to tongue my navel. I was loving every second of it. Then he raised his head and I felt him tracing a line across my abdomen. Looking down along my body I saw him looking back at me curiously.

“Caesarean scar,” I told him. “There were complications in my second pregnancy.”

“Mmmmm … battle scar; proof you’re really someone’s baby mama. That’s so fuckin’ hot.” He punctuated that by tracing it with the tip of his tongue. It felt wonderful.

He settled down between my thighs. Now it was my turn to get some head. Now I don’t know where I heard it, but somewhere long ago I was told that, in general, black men don’t like to eat pussy. Harold Price put that stereotype to rest. He not only seemed to enjoy it, but was damned good at it and he could only have gotten that good by eating pussy and quite a bit of it. He started out simply enough with the usual type of thing: a kiss, a lick, a nuzzle, and such as that. Then he got down to serious business Gently spreading my pussy lips apart, he went to work with his tongue, using its tip like some sort of articulate tool, torturing me as it traced swirling patterns up and down the sensitive inner flesh of my pussy; up and down, back and forth, but always returning to my clitoris. I laid there in a helpless state, breathing heavy, feeling my body responding. He began to concentrate on my clitoris, not just licking it but also kissing and sucking on it. He pushed a finger into my pussy and started bending and twisting it, literally sending me out of my mind with ecstasy as I felt the tremors of my onrushing orgasm. My orgasm was stunning, leaving me trembling and weak, gasping for breath. My God, I thought to myself, does this man ever know how to use his tongue!

I lay on the edge of the bed with my legs dangling off, staring at the ceiling, pleased with myself. When I had decided to try and seduce Harold Price I had picked a winner. So far he had really delivered. He was literally a dream come true. When he got up and sat on the on the bed next to me, I knew the final test was at hand. Excited and turned on as I was the thought of that big cock burrowing into me was still intimidating. Sucking on it had been one thing but having it plow into my pussy was quite another. I’d heard stories of women screaming in pain and left hurt and broken after sex with large dicked men. While I didn’t believe everything I’d heard about it, I did feel there might be some truth in the rumors. I was determined to go through with it and find out for myself, but I have to admit I was nervous about it.

He leaned over and kissed me. I could taste my own secretions when he did. I enjoyed it, but it also occurred to me as odd that he hadn’t wanted to kiss me when he had just cum in my mouth but thought nothing of kissing me when his lips were wet with my pussy juices. As I said, I didn’t mind it at all, but I did find it curious; guys are just different I guess. He sat up and looked down at me.

“I need you badly, sweet one,” he told me.

I rolled my head to the side and gazed at his lap and saw he did indeed. His cock was fully erect and standing tall; a huge hard pillar of black flesh waiting for me. It was both intimidating and arousing, leaving me nervous yet excited with anticipation. He shifted over and knelt on the bed with that beautiful cock pointed at me. I moved slowly, almost reluctantly, to position myself in front of him.

“Here, baby girl,” he said, “let me help you. Just turn around and bend over. It’ll be better that way.”

I understood, he wanted to do me doggie style. I quickly complied, figuring firstly he knew what he was doing and secondly, since he was so much bigger than I was, I wouldn’t have the burden of all his weight on top of me. I had enough to worry about thinking of that big cock burrowing into me without the thought of being crushed. I grabbed a pillow and pulled it to me and rested my cheek on it, my hands gripping it tightly, waiting anxiously for what was about to happen. I could feel the mattress moving as he got into position behind me followed by the feel of his erection bumping into my thighs. I felt his hand on the small of my back, I assumed the other one was holding his dick guiding it to my waiting pussy. When I felt the tip of it press against my labia I clinched my teeth tightly, tensing up. You must remember, this was before my sexual awakening. I was 32 years old, the mother of two, and yet this would be only the second cock I’d ever had. The other was my husband’s and he was nowhere as big as Harold’s. I was basically as frightened as a virgin.

When it began penetrating its way into me, I remember emitting a soft timid sob. He gripped my hips with both hands and continued pushing into me. Then he paused and massaged my ass.

“You alright, baby girl?” he asked.

“Yeah, fine,” I gasped, thinking he was all in. To my surprise, he grabbed me by my hips again and pushed in farther. I had only thought he was already all the way in.

I can’t say being stretched like that didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d been led to believe it would be and the pain was a strangely erotic one, thrilling me immensely. I don’t know, perhaps I have a masochistic streak in me or the distant memory of giving birth to my first born naturally reminded me what being stretched out really felt like and this paled by comparison. There’s also the possibility that I just have a big pussy, but if that’s the case, I have to say that nobody’s ever complained about it. All I knew was this was sex on a whole new level.

He moved his hands up, holding me by my waist as he began doing a slow grind against me. It sent a myriad of sensations through me, all too difficult to describe. I guess it was sort of like having your guts moved around by a giant black stirring stick. It was a stunning feeling. I raised my head up from the pillow, supporting myself on my forearms and began cautiously shaking my ass slightly to enhance what I was feeling. He began taking short, slow, back and forth strokes into me, gradually increasing the length of his thrusts I began rocking back against his forward jabs. This continued until he was taking long hard probing jabs into my pussy, each one more thrilling than the last. I could feel the orgasm building, gathering strength as I broke out in a sweat.

And there was something else, something more than just the obvious physical thrill. Realizing I was taking this big black cock all the way in me, to the balls, was psychologically thrilling also. I imagined what this cock would look like hammering away in me, bottoming out and pushing my pussy to its very limits if someone were taking x-rays of it all. I was filled with a sensation of depraved accomplishment. With the first shudders of my oncoming orgasm, Harold knew what was happening.

“Oh, yeah, that’s the way, little momma; cum for Daddy,” he said, speeding up his thrusts. “Show Daddy, how much you fucking love it.”

“I fucking love it, Daddy,” I gasped out, surprising even myself. “I fucking love it!”

After that I didn’t say anything, not anything coherent anyway, just a series of moans and sobs as I succumbed to a trembling bone shaking orgasm. My stomach knotted and my pussy seemed to tighten around his cock as it still steadily thrusted inside me. No sooner had my orgasm begun to settle down when he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly back against him, his cock all the way in me. He gave a grunt and I felt his cock pulse as he sent a blast of cum into me. It was a glorious feeling. I felt two more throbs then he gave a couple of more thrusts and then his hold on me loosened. It was over. I had taken his big cock balls deep and loved it. I felt pretty proud of myself; it was as if I had been transformed from a typical suburban middle class housewife and mom into a hot blooded completely sexual being. I knew there would be no turning back now.

The mattress shook as he backed away from me, his cock slowly sliding out allowing the tissues in my pussy to relax from the stretching they’d just received. That in itself was a thrilling sensation. Still on my knees, I lowered my face back down on the pillow. I felt his lips press tightly against one of my ass cheeks and he began sucking hard. When he finished he straightened up and patted my backside.

“Did you just give me a hickey on my ass?”

“Baby girl, when a man sees a beautiful piece of real estate like that, he just naturally wants to leave his mark on it.” I thought it was a lovely thing for him to say.

“So, I’ve been branded?”

“No, it’s more like evidence that I’ve staked a claim on you.”

“You staked me, huh?” I said as I lay down on my side, giggling slightly. “I’ve never heard what you did to me referred to as that before, but honey, I have to say you staked the hell out of me.”

He lay down behind me, spooning me and asked, “How could I not, baby girl? I mean, you’re one hell of a fuck.”

“And you’re one hell of a fucker,” I replied. “I loved every second of it.”

“Mmmm; that’s what I wanted to hear, my pretty little white lady. Glad you enjoyed it,” he said kissing me on the cheek.

Now I’m sure he had more planned for the night and I certainly was ready for it, but the long day, the alcohol, and the physical exertion had taken its toll on us and within minutes I was asleep. I assume he was also.

4

I woke up with a start, momentarily confused. It was daylight and a hand was between my legs, gently rubbing my pussy. It felt nice. I felt wanted and when you’re in the middle of a divorce feeling wanted is important.

“You’re finally awake? I’ve been waiting for you,” Harold said softly, “waiting patiently.”

“You’ll have to wait just a little longer, sweetie, I have to pee.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

I got up and went into the bathroom. Once I relieved myself, I went to the sink and put some toothpaste on my finger and began scrubbing my teeth that way, thinking he might get mad if I used his toothbrush. There was a drinking glass there, so I filled it with cold water and drank it down, since I felt parched. Lastly I took a mouthful of his mouthwash, rinsing and gargling to freshen my morning breath. I felt I was ready for him. When I went back into the bed room, he got up.

“I have to go too,” he said and left the room.

I lay there waiting excitedly for him. Then he appeared in the doorway. He was like a vision of black sexuality with his beautiful dark cock fully erect, reminding me of the dream that I’d had that started all this. As he approached the bed, his hard on swayed from side to side like some sort of erotic metronome as he walked towards the bed, just like in my dream. My Alpha male was coming for me. He wasn’t asking, demanding, or trying to seduce me, he was just coming to claim me; to make me his. I could feel my heart pounding and I was growing nervous. Even though he’d fucked me the night before, that cock was still intimidating to look at, especially when it was pointed straight at you.

“Oh, you do seem to be ready for me,” I said.

“Baby girl, I’ve been ready for you ever since I woke up, and when I was asleep, I was dreaming about you,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed with his cock standing tall. “You don’t know what it’s like to try to piss into the toilet in this condition. I thought about using the shower stall.”

“We’ll have to do something to fix that,” I said as I reached out and ran my fingertips up the full length of his impressive erection, smiled at him, and winked. “I think I know a way.”

“I love how you think,” he said and leaned down to kiss me.

It was a prolonged passionate kiss; our tongues slithering and sliding across each other in some sort of sensuously enticing snake dance. His big hand went to my crotch caressing my pussy, arousing me even further. I had no use for the preliminaries at that point, I was too turned on. All I wanted was for him to take me, to fuck me. I wanted his big black cock inside me. I didn’t have to wait long; he was ready to fulfill my wish. He moved above me, between my spread thighs. I bent my knees up and waited, nervous with anticipation. Even though he’d done me the night before and I’d loved it, his cock was still intimidating. As he supported himself with one arm, I felt him rubbing the head of his cock up and down my waiting slit. Then he pressed it between my cunt lips and I felt the tip go in.

He took my hands in his and held them down on the mattress above my head as he pushed his hips forward. Unlike the night before, where he’d paused for my pussy to adjust to his size, this time he gave it to me in one long, slow, steady thrust; stretching and filling me. It was all that I’d remembered from the first time and more. Once again I felt that strange, wonderful, erotically painful, sensation as he penetrated deep into me. He was in me balls deep. It almost felt like he was pushing my innards out of his way, concerned with nothing except fucking me silly. The night before I’d had enough to drink that my senses were clouded, but that morning I was sober and fully aware of what was happening. This was sex on a whole new level for me; getting fucked for the pure joy of fucking.

I raised my legs and crossed my ankles behind his back. As he began pumping his cock back and forth in me I wriggled my hips with every one of his thrusts, constantly changing the sensations involved. It was a glorious feeling; every forward stroke stretching me with that same sweet pain, then relieving it as he pulled back only to repeat the process over and over and over again. At first he took short strokes, but slowly started to take longer ones. It was the long ones that I enjoyed the most. The thrilling feel of that damned cock traveling at least eight to nine inches into me and the repeated sensation of being stretched out and then released was almost indescribable. I loved what this man and his cock were doing to me.

Finally I felt my legs begin to shake. I didn’t need that to tell me that I was going to orgasm. I had felt that building deep inside of myself, but this told me it was going to be a big, toe curling, eyeballs rolling into your head orgasm. He let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around me. With my arms free, I hugged him tightly. My spine stiffened as I began to cum. Then I began to tremble all over, almost as if I were having a seizure of some type and I guess, in a way I was. I never had an orgasm this powerful before. It probably looked like I was having a convulsion, it was that strong. Slowly, I began to regain control as the orgasm subsided.

“Damn,” he said softly in my ear, “baby girl, I’ve got to go for it!”

“Do it,” I told him in gasping breaths. “Give it to me, all that you’ve got.”

Pulling his arms from around me, he shifted his weight on top of me as I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. I would have thought his weight would be crushing since he was so much bigger than I was, but I handled it well. The feeling of being pinned down under him enhanced the experience. He then started thrusting into me wildly, almost frantically. The head of his cock pounded my insides like a jack hammer. The muscles in my crotch began tingling, signaling the approach of another orgasm. Suddenly he jammed his cock into me and held it there. I felt the first throb as he began to cum. It’s hard to describe the sensation of a man cumming inside you, so just let me say when you’ve got a cock that size pressing tight against the bottom of your vagina and he shoots his load, you know something’s going on in there. There were two more throbs; big man, big dick, big balls equals a big load.

“Please don’t stop,” I whispered desperately to him. “Please, I’m close again. Please keep going.”

He needed no further encouragement. I felt his hands grip my ass cheeks again and he wordlessly resumed his frenzied assault on my tortured cunt. I began to sob repeatedly as I experienced yet another gut rattling orgasm. When it passed I went limp, almost in a swoon, breathing heavily. Harold let go of my ass and supported himself on his elbows taking the bulk of his weight off me. He looked down at me.

“Damn, girl!” he said in approval, slowly shaking his head. “You fuck like a little wildcat!”

I smiled at him and giggled, “It’s nice to be appreciated.”

He pulled out, then kissed me hard on the lips. I felt completely contented, fully satisfied, and more than a little proud of myself and my newly reawakened sexuality. He laid down alongside me and took me in his arms. “Damn, Patsy, if I knew you were this hot, we could have gotten together long before this.”

“No, no we couldn’t have, because I wasn’t like this until now. My marriage breaking up shook something loose inside me. Until then I was a nice shy little housewife. Now I want to have some fun.”

“Well, I’m glad I was here to help you out with that, but I hope that doesn’t mean this was just a onetime thing. I think we can have a lot more fun together, don’t you?”

“Ooohhh, yeeesss!” I said with a smile and gave him a quick kiss. “We’re through for the day. I have to get home, but we’re not done forever.”

When we left his apartment so he could drive me home, I had a whole new attitude as I walked down the hallway holding onto his arm. I no longer cared about what his neighbors would think if they saw us. I had just had the best sex of my life up until that point. I was fully satisfied and not the least bit bothered by displaying my new found decadence.

I was true to my word; Harold and I did see more of each other. We went at it hot and heavy that summer. We drifted apart largely because of the age difference, but also because I wanted continue exploring my sexuality. An affair fit in with that well, a permanent lover did not. But I’ve remained fond of him to this day and we have had an occasional “reunion” from time to time. As I have mentioned, I felt bad about myself the marriage fell apart and he restored my self-esteem and reawakened my sexuality. There were a lot of firsts involved too. The most obvious were, of course, my first interracial affair and my first time being fucked by a big cock. But it was also my first time with anyone other my soon to be ex-husband. It was the first time I ever ***********ed a man, went out, picked him up and let him fuck me. It was the first time I ever put out just because I wanted to. It’s hard for me to believe now that I’d never had casual sex before that, but I hadn’t. I came away from it with a sense of sexual empowerment and I owed it all to my Alpha-Male. Thank you Harold, I love you for that.

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Everybody was completely naked. I’m not even sure why I was there, that type of cluster fuck isn’t really to my taste. That’s why I was sitting by myself and still wearing underpants, even though they were a very skimpy pair and didn’t cover much. As I watched, I saw Harold Price emerge from the group. A large well-built black man, his nude figure was quite impressive, but as he stepped back from the couch, it wasn’t his build alone that caught my attention, it was his erection. Easily nine or ten inches in length, it jutted stiffly out, looking like the bowsprit on a sail boat with his heavy balls slung below it in his scrotum like some sort or phallic inspired figurehead. I couldn’t help but notice all the other big dicks on the couch seemed to have to stroke or squeeze their cocks when they weren’t being attended to by one of the two women, almost as if they couldn’t maintain an erection without some physical stimulation. But Harold stood, looking almost with distain at the group, naked, completely untroubled by his hard-on, looking like a true Alpha male. Then he looked over in my direction and began walking towards me. The Alpha male had spotted me. As he approached, I was fascinated with his cock as it swayed slightly back and forth with every step he took. It was a hypnotic thing of beauty and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I felt my stomach tighten in anticipation with every move it made as he grew nearer. I wondered to myself what he would say when he got to me, or what I would say for that matter. I envisioned either a “hey do you want play with my cock” or a pseudo-sympathetic “what’s the matter, baby, you nervous or something” type of line. I should have known better. Stopping in front of me, he held out his hand and spoke softly. “Come along, little angel, it’s your time.” He was neither asking nor demanding, just stating a simple fact in typical Alpha male fashion. I took his hand and stood up, unable to refuse. He slid his hands around my waist, then down into my panties. Grabbing my ass cheeks he pulled me against him, trapping his huge cock between us. Feeling his hard-on pressed against me, I leaned back slightly, looking down my body. I could see the mahogany brown head of his cock looking back up at me like some kind of beautiful one eyed brown snake. Weak in the knees, I felt I would melt there on the spot. No man has ever turned me on so much by doing so little. After all, all he did was walk across the room with his erection pointing the way, grab me by the ass, and press his penis against my belly. If I was that hot already, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like once we got down to business. One thing was for sure, I was in a hurry to find out.Putting my arms around his neck, I pulled him down for a kiss. I gave him a quick peck, then concentrated on his lower lip, sucking it between my own lips. I stroked it with the tip of my tongue. Then, pressing our lips together, I slowly slid my tongue into his mouth. I was hoping he would take it as a sign that I was his for the taking. It occurred to me that he really didn’t require a sign, he had made it plain by his manner that he was going to take me, but I wanted him to know how much I wanted him, needed him to fuck me. I wanted to be his woman, even if it was just for the moment or for the long haul. I pulled him against my even tighter as we stayed lip-locked in a deep soul penetrating kiss. I woke up with my face buried in my pillow. I sat up, startled; it had all been a dream. I cursed my luck for having awakened before he fucked me. I tried to go back to sleep, hoping I could return to where we’d been interrupted and then let my Alpha male finish the job he’d started on me. But that sort of thing never works, after about fifteen minutes I gave up and rolled over on my back. Staring at the dark ceiling of my bedroom, I felt cheated. Now there was a reason I might have had an erotic dream about Harold Price. He worked in the same office as I did. He was tall and athletic with a confident demeanor. Walking through the office in a self-assured manner, he flirted with all the women shamelessly with a warm mischievous smile. He was about ten years younger than me. I was in my thirties at the time and found the age difference exciting; it’s nice to think younger men might find you attractive. And yes, there were rumors of him having a large cock. I don’t know where those stories came from or if anyone ever confirmed them. Perhaps one of the girls had a fling with him or the guys saw it in the Men’s Room, or if it was just a case of someone believing in the stereotype that said all black men are hung like bulls. But those rumors were the inspiration for my very arousing dream and a growing infatuation with Harold Price. After that every time I saw him walking casually through the office, I remembered my nocturnal vision of him walking naked with that large proud erection standing tall. If he happened to come my way, I could see that cock in my mind’s eye and imagine my Alpha male was coming to take me. I could often feel my pussy getting wet in anticipation. I finally decided something had to give before I ended up in a frenzy of sexual frustration. I had to get it out of my system. The problem was just how to go about it. I didn’t want to just go up and offer myself up to him. That could prove to be rather debasing, not to mention out-right embarrassing, if he turned me down. I liked to think I was attractive enough that he would jump at the opportunity to have his way with me, but the age difference kept coming into my mind. It was possible he would think of me as just some pathetic old broad. As horny as I was, I didn’t want to look pitiful. Then something occurred to me and it was remarkably simple; every Friday night the company bowlers got together to play at the local lanes. I knew from the talk around the office that Harold usually played and there was a fair amount of drinking that went on. This seemed like fertile ground for an ice breaking. At best, my big dicked Alpha male would pick up where my dream had left off and screw me silly and at worst, I spend a night socializing with my friends from work. It really did seem like a no lose proposition. So, the first Friday after I’d made my decision, I took a cab to the bowling alley prepared to strut my stuff to see if anyone would take the bait and hoping it would be Harold. I went in and took a seat behind the lanes where our office teams were playing. Several did notice me sitting there and commented on it. Mostly they asked what I was doing there. I told them I’d heard so much about these Friday night get togethers that I thought I’d drop in and see for myself what goes on. That seemed to satisfy everyone’s curiosity. Once they were into their final frames, I got up and went into the lounge. Slowly, in small groups, as they finished their games they began filing in. A lot of the men came over to talk with me, including, much to my relief, Harold. I made sure when I was talking to him to again smile a lot, occasionally licking my lips, and to keep my eyes locked on his. I’m not sure if he picked up on my signals or whether he simply never passed up an opportunity to flirt with any woman that acted friendly towards him, but he slid onto the chair next to me. Oddly, my little scheme was working, but I was growing nervous. We started out just exchanging pleasantries with both of us laughing just a little too much at each other’s light hearted remarks. I knew this was going somewhere but was beginning to wonder if this was really something I wanted to do; I was having second thoughts. He finally asked the obvious question; what brought me there that night. I told him the same thing I’d told all the others, that I was curious about what went on here every Friday night. Almost without thinking, I asked him the same question. “Now it’s your turn. What brings you here every Friday night?” “The games; you know, to knock down a few pins and knock back a few drinks. Just looking for some fun.” I was still in a flirtatious mood and that line was too much of a set up for me to pass up, “Fun, huh; knock down a few pins, knock back some drinks, and maybe knock off a little piece of something else too, is that what you had in mind?” “Oh ho, baby girl’s got a playful streak in her! Best be careful angel baby, somebody’s liable to take you seriously.” There was something about this man who was ten years my junior calling me “baby girl” that did something to me. All doubts disappeared in an instant, that simple phrase had turned me on big time. I was his if he wanted me, because I sure as hell wanted him, big cock and all. “Are you really sure you want me to be careful?” I asked coyly. “Oh, baby girl, I don’t know if you realize where this could lead.” “Oh, baby girl has a pretty good idea where it could go. Would you like to get out of here and go somewhere where we could talk about it?” “That’s one hell of an idea,” he said, looking around. “We don’t want to be topic of the office gossip from now on, so we have to leave discretely somehow.” “No problem,” I said finishing my drink. “I’m going to go to the ladies room. From there I’ll sneak out the side door. Meet me out front in about, say ten minutes. How’s that work?” “Sounds like you’ve done this before, angel baby.” I got up and winked at him before heading for the Rest Room. When he called me “angel baby”, it reminded me that in my dream he’d called me “little angel” and I felt a shudder go through my body. I was getting nervous again, but it was an exciting kind of nervous. It seemed like my dream was coming true and it was electrifying. I stopped by the vending machines on my way to the ladies room, just to kill some time. He was supposed to wait ten minutes before leaving and that’s a long time to sit in the bathroom. I had to pee, but for ten minutes? I didn’t think so. So I spent a few minutes perusing the wares. I did buy some breath mints, figuring they could come in handy. Then I went into the ladies room, peed, washed up, then touched up my makeup. Lastly, I freshened up my perfume and put a drop or two on the inside of my thighs. Hoping that would do some good. Finally I gave up and, leaving the restroom, headed for the side door of the lanes where I could slip out unnoticed. Once outside, I walked around to the front of the building and stood alongside the door waiting for Harold. The minutes seemed to crawl as I waited. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was afraid I’d be stood up. I had no reason the think this, but everything seemed to have gone so well for me that I thought something had to go wrong. But I had no reason to worry, after a few minutes, one of the glass doors opened and Harold stepped out. “I couldn’t see you from inside,” he said. “I thought for a second you’d changed your mind.” “No, I just thought being off to the side would be less conspicuous.” I didn’t feel it was necessary to tell him I had thought he was the one who’d changed their mind. We walked across the parking lot to his car and he was the perfect gentleman, opening the door for me. Once we were both in, he started the engine and turned to me. “Any ideas where we should go?” “Yes,” I said staring straight ahead, “I was thinking your place would be nice.” “Damn, little lady, you don’t mess around with the preliminaries, do you? You get right down to cases.” “If you’d rather not …” “No, no; I didn’t say that. I like someone who knows what they want and goes for it. It’s just that I really never expected anything like this from you, you never seemed like the type.” “The type, and what type is that?” “Oh, don’t be like that, you know what I mean. You always seemed so reserved. I guess it like that old saying about still waters running deep, baby girl. It seems like you’ve got a lot going on under the surface. You just took me by surprise.” We pulled out of the parking lot in silence. I don’t know what he was feeling, but I was in some kind of weird turmoil. I was nervous and anxious, excited to be off on a sexual adventure, but I was also scared. I felt at that time that there was still some sort of taboo about interracial sex and I was about to cross it. When we stopped at a red light he looked over at me. “Tell me something, baby girl, just to satisfy my curiosity. What brought you here tonight? I mean are you doing this to see if all those rumors about black men are true?” I wasn’t sure where he was going with this or how to answer, so I felt I’d have to go with the truth. “To be honest with you, I don’t know. Those sexual stereotypes may have something to do with it, but not entirely. But even if that were the only reason, would it matter?” “Nooo ma’am, I just wanted to know what I was getting into. That’s all.” “Well think of this. Even if that were all I was interested in, you’re not the only black man I know, you’re not even the only black man in the office, and yet here I am with you.” “Oh, I do like that answer, baby girl. No more questions from me.” “Well, now it’s my turn to ask the same question. Are you with me just because I’m white? Is it something like you’re trying to rack up another blonde pubic scalp on your lance?” “You asked the same question and I have about the same answer. I’m not sure. I am attracted to white girls, always have been, but I don’t know why. All I can say is some guys like big breasts, some long legs, others big booties. Some prefer short hair and others like it long. I’m turned on by light creamy flesh. Maybe it’s because they always seemed unattainable, so when I find one who’s into it, I get an extra thrill from them. All I know is, I do get that extra thrill.” “Well, I’ll do my best to provide it,” I said with uncharacteristic boldness, feeling there was no point in being coy, we both knew what we were going to do. I didn’t mention about the erotic dream he’d starred in. That would be my little secret. “I think we should stop this talk,” he said. “I’m having a hard time keeping my mind on my driving.” I couldn’t help giggling, but other than that, I kept quiet the rest of the way. Neither of us said a word when we pulling into the parking lot of his apartment building. Since Harold was usually pretty glib and talkative, I could only feel that his silence meant that he could sense how uncomfortable I was at this point and didn’t want to say anything that might spook me into changing my mind. He needn’t have worried, I had crossed the line of no return back at the bowling alley and I wasn’t going to back out now. Any uneasiness or hesitancy I was experiencing now was just adding to my sense of adventure. You must understand, I hadn’t been divorced very long and the idea of going out and picking up a man for sex wasn’t something I was used to doing. 2 When we went into the building, it occurred to me that any one of his neighbors that saw us on the stairs or in the hallway would know what we were doing. I couldn’t help imagining what they would think of me, a white woman going into a younger black man’s apartment at this hour. I could almost hear their tongues clucking as they tsk-tsked about the brazen little strumpet that Harold Price had picked up. It excited me to the point where I hoped someone would come out of their doors and see us. I wanted to feel like some sort of wicked harlot flaunting my promiscuous non-conformity in their faces; but alas, nobody did. Once inside, he brought out a bottle of brandy and two small snifters as I sat on the sofa trying to look as casually seductive as I could. He set the glasses down on the coffee table and partially filled them. Handing me one, he sat down next to me and slid and arm around me. I leaned heavily against him with my head on his shoulder. My heart was pounding; after all, I was on the verge of living out my erotic dream. Who wouldn’t be nervous? I took a sip of my brandy and looked up at him. He turned slightly and kissed me. It was a soft gentle kiss but it was electrifying and sent a thrill through my whole body. When our lips touched, I knew my little fantasy was beginning. I slid the tip of my tongue along his upper lip in response. Then I straightened up, took a drink of my brandy and set the glass on the coffee table. Harold did likewise. We were now at the moment of truth, the point of no return so to speak. I reached out and stroked his cheek. That was all the encouragement he needed. He slid one arm across my shoulders and another around my back in a comfortable embrace as he kissed me. This time it was no light teasing kiss, it was a sensual, erotic, lover’s kiss. Our tongues slid back and forth in our mouths, each enticing the other. It was one of those true French kisses that was a sexual act unto itself. I could feel my heart rate speeding up in my chest and the pangs of intense arousal down below. I was literally “hot to trot” as they say in polite society. My hand was trembling as it dropped onto his lap. I quickly felt the insides of his thighs until I found the thick bulge I was looking for in one leg of his pants. I laid my palm on its length, it extended past my fingertips and the heel of my hand wasn’t at its base. The rumors about his cock were true. Even through the fabric of his trousers it was impressive. I squeezed it lightly and felt it throb in my grip causing my stomach muscles to tighten in excitement. Harold responded with a soft muffled groan as he slid a hand down past the elastic waist band of my slacks and began rubbing my pussy through the material of my panties. I parted my thighs to give him better access to my crotch, loving the feel of his firm touch. When the kiss ended, he looked at me and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I nodded my head in slowly in agreement. That was it, no muss, no fuss, no questions, I was caught. I had taken the bait, he had set the hook, and now my Alpha male was reeling me in. Never had any little fish been more excited to be the catch of the day. When I stood up, Harold did likewise, first picking up our glasses with the stems between his fingers of one hand and the bottle of brandy in the other. He put his arm around me resting his forearm resting on my shoulder with the hand holding the glasses dangling in front of me. He gestured to the bedroom door with the hand holding the brandy, then guided me towards the waiting doorway. Leaning against him as we walked, all I could think of was that awe inspiring bulge I’d felt through the leg of his pants. I was both aroused and intimidated at the same time as my Alpha male led me to my sexual fate. It’s only sex, I reassured myself. This is what you wanted, this is what you came out looking for and now this is what you’re going to get; enjoy it. In the bedroom, I stood behind him as he set the bottle and glasses on his nightstand. When he stood up and turned around, he brushed the backs of his fingers across my cheek gently, then bent down and kissed me. It was an electrifying moment. As our tongues caressed each other I felt I was in some sort of sexual free fall mode plunging inevitably towards its climactic end. I was no longer in control and I suspect neither was Harold. I pressed myself against him as closely as was possible, so close that I could feel him breathing. He released me from his embrace and slid his hands down, massaging my ass cheeks through the material of my slacks. Then he took the hem of my pullover and began working it upwards. When our lips parted, I stepped back and raised my arms, allowing him to remove the garment. Once my top was off he reached around me to unhook my bra, while I went to work excitedly undoing his belt buckle. When I felt my bra come loose I stopped what I was doing long enough to remove it and toss it aside, exposing my tits. Harold didn’t get the chance to enjoy them, because I almost instantly dropped to my knees to continue my task with his pants. I was anxious to see just what I’d felt earlier on the couch looked like. Pulling down his pants, I could see the bulge in one leg of his boxer briefs and it was an impressive sight. I took hold of the waistband of his underwear and pulled downward, slowly exposing what lay beneath them. Freed from the restraint of the leg of his underwear, his cock literally sprang out at me. Not completely erect as yet, it stuck out in all its uncircumcised glory; big, black, and awesome. It was about nine or ten inches long, not having a ruler I can’t say for sure, and thick. But, more than that, it was beautiful, but it was also intimidating. I had never encountered anything like it. Looking at its size and realizing that it would be forcing its way into me in just a short time was slightly unnerving. But unnerved or not, there was no stopping now. After all, this is what I came here for and this is what I had wanted. Harold had not come looking for me; I had gone to the bowling alley and flaunted myself in front of him hoping to get his attention. When I received it I had been thrilled. No, there would be no last minute backing out. I had come out that night hoping to get Harold to fuck me and now it was about to happen. 3 I took his cock in my hand, gently squeezing it and felt it growing firmer. I couldn’t resist, I leaned forward and gently kissed the tip. There had been a nervous sensation in my stomach that now quickly spread throughout my body. My hands were shaking as I pulled back on the shaft of his cock, exposing the head from beneath the foreskin. Almost instinctively I stuck my tongue out and used it to gently caress the dark mahogany brown head. Taking a much of into my mouth as I could without gagging, I began sucking, bobbing my head slowly. I could hear Harold breathing heavily, almost gasping, so I knew he was enjoying what I was doing. Suddenly he put his hands on the sides of my head. For a moment I thought he was going to try and shove his dick down my throat. In an almost panicked state I grabbed his dick with a tight fist to prevent him from doing that, realizing it was too big for me to take. But I should have known better, Harold had no intention of doing anything like that. Instead, he gently pushed my head back. “Wait, baby, I really have to sit down.” I sat back on my heels and watched as he hobbled backwards the few feet to the bed and sat down. He began removing his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. Once he finished, I shuffled over to him on my knees. I put my hands on his thighs and began stroking them, eventually running my hands over his stomach and up to his chest. He leaned back, his arms extended behind him, his cock standing stiffly at attention. I gripped it lightly at the base and began licking it slowly up its full length to the tip. I paused and ran the tip of my tongue back and forth along the rim of the head. Tipping my head to the side, I moved up and down the length of his cock with my tongue lashing across the shaft as I did, lapping away at his cock like cat at its water dish. At one point when I was at the base of his dick I stopped and looked at his scrotum. Almost on impulse, I shifted my position and lowered my head. Opening my mouth wide, I leaned forward and took as much of it in as I could and began sucking on his balls. “Oh, Gawd damn, yeah,” I heard him say with a groan. I continued sucking gently while my tongue lovingly stroked his nut sack, savoring the feel of its crinkly crepe-like texture. Nut sucking was nothing I’d ever done before, but I couldn’t help myself. They were a part of that magnificent black cock that had me so enthralled and I wanted the whole package. It was then that I felt something warm and wet run across the thumb of my hand that was holding his dick. I didn’t have to look, I knew it was pre-cum and he was getting close. Abandoning his balls, I sat up straight and took the as much of his dick as I was comfortable with into my mouth. I began sucking in earnest. My hand was pumping up and down on the shaft of his cock as my tongue wildly caressed its head. Finally, I heard him moan, almost growling, as his cock throbbed and shot a spurt of thick rich cum into my mouth. I kept sucking and stroking him as I swallowed, trying to get as much of his cum as I could. With the last throb of his dick, I sat back on my heels and watched him as he propped himself up on his elbows. I put my forearm on the top of his thigh and then laid my cheek on it, still looking at him. “Damn, little mama, when you go at it you don’t show any mercy at all, do you?” I said nothing just reached out and laid my hand lovingly on his cock, smiled coyly, and if I remember correctly, batted my eyes. I figured that was all the answer he needed. He sat upright, then reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a box of tissues. He pulled a few out and handed them to me. Taking them, I straightened up and began wiping my slobber and his cum from my face. As I did that I heard the clink of glasses, looking over I saw he was refilling the brandy glasses. He handed me one and kept one for himself. I knew what this was all about; some men don’t like to kiss women right after a blow job. I never understood this, but have accepted it as being just the way it is for many guys. Harold was one of those and this was his polite way of “sterilizing” my mouth. I sat back on my heels in front of him sipping my brandy. I made sure to swirl every sip I took in my mouth and made sure he noticed so he wouldn’t worry about kissing a mouth full of cum. When I finished my brandy he took my glass along with his and set them on the nightstand. Then, standing up, he took my hands and helped me to my feet. Turning me around, he gently pushed me to the bed. When I sat down, he bent over and took my panties by the waistband. As he pulled them down, I leaned back and raised my hips so he could remove them. Placing his hands on the mattress on each side of me, he leaned over and kissed my throat, then worked his way downward, dragging his tongue across my flesh as he did. He paused at my breasts long enough to kiss them and suck on my already erect nipples, sending a slight shimmy down my spine. He continued his journey. I felt my stomach muscles tighten involuntarily when he stopped to tongue my navel. I was loving every second of it. Then he raised his head and I felt him tracing a line across my abdomen. Looking down along my body I saw him looking back at me curiously. “Caesarean scar,” I told him. “There were complications in my second pregnancy.” “Mmmmm … battle scar; proof you’re really someone’s baby mama. That’s so fuckin’ hot.” He punctuated that by tracing it with the tip of his tongue. It felt wonderful. He settled down between my thighs. Now it was my turn to get some head. Now I don’t know where I heard it, but somewhere long ago I was told that, in general, black men don’t like to eat pussy. Harold Price put that stereotype to rest. He not only seemed to enjoy it, but was damned good at it and he could only have gotten that good by eating pussy and quite a bit of it. He started out simply enough with the usual type of thing: a kiss, a lick, a nuzzle, and such as that. Then he got down to serious business Gently spreading my pussy lips apart, he went to work with his tongue, using its tip like some sort of articulate tool, torturing me as it traced swirling patterns up and down the sensitive inner flesh of my pussy; up and down, back and forth, but always returning to my clitoris. I laid there in a helpless state, breathing heavy, feeling my body responding. He began to concentrate on my clitoris, not just licking it but also kissing and sucking on it. He pushed a finger into my pussy and started bending and twisting it, literally sending me out of my mind with ecstasy as I felt the tremors of my onrushing orgasm. My orgasm was stunning, leaving me trembling and weak, gasping for breath. My God, I thought to myself, does this man ever know how to use his tongue! I lay on the edge of the bed with my legs dangling off, staring at the ceiling, pleased with myself. When I had decided to try and seduce Harold Price I had picked a winner. So far he had really delivered. He was literally a dream come true. When he got up and sat on the on the bed next to me, I knew the final test was at hand. Excited and turned on as I was the thought of that big cock burrowing into me was still intimidating. Sucking on it had been one thing but having it plow into my pussy was quite another. I’d heard stories of women screaming in pain and left hurt and broken after sex with large dicked men. While I didn’t believe everything I’d heard about it, I did feel there might be some truth in the rumors. I was determined to go through with it and find out for myself, but I have to admit I was nervous about it. He leaned over and kissed me. I could taste my own secretions when he did. I enjoyed it, but it also occurred to me as odd that he hadn’t wanted to kiss me when he had just cum in my mouth but thought nothing of kissing me when his lips were wet with my pussy juices. As I said, I didn’t mind it at all, but I did find it curious; guys are just different I guess. He sat up and looked down at me. “I need you badly, sweet one,” he told me. I rolled my head to the side and gazed at his lap and saw he did indeed. His cock was fully erect and standing tall; a huge hard pillar of black flesh waiting for me. It was both intimidating and arousing, leaving me nervous yet excited with anticipation. He shifted over and knelt on the bed with that beautiful cock pointed at me. I moved slowly, almost reluctantly, to position myself in front of him. “Here, baby girl,” he said, “let me help you. Just turn around and bend over. It’ll be better that way.” I understood, he wanted to do me doggie style. I quickly complied, figuring firstly he knew what he was doing and secondly, since he was so much bigger than I was, I wouldn’t have the burden of all his weight on top of me. I had enough to worry about thinking of that big cock burrowing into me without the thought of being crushed. I grabbed a pillow and pulled it to me and rested my cheek on it, my hands gripping it tightly, waiting anxiously for what was about to happen. I could feel the mattress moving as he got into position behind me followed by the feel of his erection bumping into my thighs. I felt his hand on the small of my back, I assumed the other one was holding his dick guiding it to my waiting pussy. When I felt the tip of it press against my labia I clinched my teeth tightly, tensing up. You must remember, this was before my sexual awakening. I was 32 years old, the mother of two, and yet this would be only the second cock I’d ever had. The other was my husband’s and he was nowhere as big as Harold’s. I was basically as frightened as a virgin. When it began penetrating its way into me, I remember emitting a soft timid sob. He gripped my hips with both hands and continued pushing into me. Then he paused and massaged my ass. “You alright, baby girl?” he asked. “Yeah, fine,” I gasped, thinking he was all in. To my surprise, he grabbed me by my hips again and pushed in farther. I had only thought he was already all the way in. I can’t say being stretched like that didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d been led to believe it would be and the pain was a strangely erotic one, thrilling me immensely. I don’t know, perhaps I have a masochistic streak in me or the distant memory of giving birth to my first born naturally reminded me what being stretched out really felt like and this paled by comparison. There’s also the possibility that I just have a big pussy, but if that’s the case, I have to say that nobody’s ever complained about it. All I knew was this was sex on a whole new level. He moved his hands up, holding me by my waist as he began doing a slow grind against me. It sent a myriad of sensations through me, all too difficult to describe. I guess it was sort of like having your guts moved around by a giant black stirring stick. It was a stunning feeling. I raised my head up from the pillow, supporting myself on my forearms and began cautiously shaking my ass slightly to enhance what I was feeling. He began taking short, slow, back and forth strokes into me, gradually increasing the length of his thrusts I began rocking back against his forward jabs. This continued until he was taking long hard probing jabs into my pussy, each one more thrilling than the last. I could feel the orgasm building, gathering strength as I broke out in a sweat. And there was something else, something more than just the obvious physical thrill. Realizing I was taking this big black cock all the way in me, to the balls, was psychologically thrilling also. I imagined what this cock would look like hammering away in me, bottoming out and pushing my pussy to its very limits if someone were taking x-rays of it all. I was filled with a sensation of depraved accomplishment. With the first shudders of my oncoming orgasm, Harold knew what was happening. “Oh, yeah, that’s the way, little momma; cum for Daddy,” he said, speeding up his thrusts. “Show Daddy, how much you fucking love it.” “I fucking love it, Daddy,” I gasped out, surprising even myself. “I fucking love it!” After that I didn’t say anything, not anything coherent anyway, just a series of moans and sobs as I succumbed to a trembling bone shaking orgasm. My stomach knotted and my pussy seemed to tighten around his cock as it still steadily thrusted inside me. No sooner had my orgasm begun to settle down when he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly back against him, his cock all the way in me. He gave a grunt and I felt his cock pulse as he sent a blast of cum into me. It was a glorious feeling. I felt two more throbs then he gave a couple of more thrusts and then his hold on me loosened. It was over. I had taken his big cock balls deep and loved it. I felt pretty proud of myself; it was as if I had been transformed from a typical suburban middle class housewife and mom into a hot blooded completely sexual being. I knew there would be no turning back now. The mattress shook as he backed away from me, his cock slowly sliding out allowing the tissues in my pussy to relax from the stretching they’d just received. That in itself was a thrilling sensation. Still on my knees, I lowered my face back down on the pillow. I felt his lips press tightly against one of my ass cheeks and he began sucking hard. When he finished he straightened up and patted my backside. “Did you just give me a hickey on my ass?” “Baby girl, when a man sees a beautiful piece of real estate like that, he just naturally wants to leave his mark on it.” I thought it was a lovely thing for him to say. “So, I’ve been branded?” “No, it’s more like evidence that I’ve staked a claim on you.” “You staked me, huh?” I said as I lay down on my side, giggling slightly. “I’ve never heard what you did to me referred to as that before, but honey, I have to say you staked the hell out of me.” He lay down behind me, spooning me and asked, “How could I not, baby girl? I mean, you’re one hell of a fuck.” “And you’re one hell of a fucker,” I replied. “I loved every second of it.” “Mmmm; that’s what I wanted to hear, my pretty little white lady. Glad you enjoyed it,” he said kissing me on the cheek. Now I’m sure he had more planned for the night and I certainly was ready for it, but the long day, the alcohol, and the physical exertion had taken its toll on us and within minutes I was asleep. I assume he was also. 4 I woke up with a start, momentarily confused. It was daylight and a hand was between my legs, gently rubbing my pussy. It felt nice. I felt wanted and when you’re in the middle of a divorce feeling wanted is important. “You’re finally awake? I’ve been waiting for you,” Harold said softly, “waiting patiently.” “You’ll have to wait just a little longer, sweetie, I have to pee.” “I’ll be waiting.” I got up and went into the bathroom. Once I relieved myself, I went to the sink and put some toothpaste on my finger and began scrubbing my teeth that way, thinking he might get mad if I used his toothbrush. There was a drinking glass there, so I filled it with cold water and drank it down, since I felt parched. Lastly I took a mouthful of his mouthwash, rinsing and gargling to freshen my morning breath. I felt I was ready for him. When I went back into the bed room, he got up. “I have to go too,” he said and left the room. I lay there waiting excitedly for him. Then he appeared in the doorway. He was like a vision of black sexuality with his beautiful dark cock fully erect, reminding me of the dream that I’d had that started all this. As he approached the bed, his hard on swayed from side to side like some sort of erotic metronome as he walked towards the bed, just like in my dream. My Alpha male was coming for me. He wasn’t asking, demanding, or trying to seduce me, he was just coming to claim me; to make me his. I could feel my heart pounding and I was growing nervous. Even though he’d fucked me the night before, that cock was still intimidating to look at, especially when it was pointed straight at you. “Oh, you do seem to be ready for me,” I said. “Baby girl, I’ve been ready for you ever since I woke up, and when I was asleep, I was dreaming about you,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed with his cock standing tall. “You don’t know what it’s like to try to piss into the toilet in this condition. I thought about using the shower stall.” “We’ll have to do something to fix that,” I said as I reached out and ran my fingertips up the full length of his impressive erection, smiled at him, and winked. “I think I know a way.” “I love how you think,” he said and leaned down to kiss me. It was a prolonged passionate kiss; our tongues slithering and sliding across each other in some sort of sensuously enticing snake dance. His big hand went to my crotch caressing my pussy, arousing me even further. I had no use for the preliminaries at that point, I was too turned on. All I wanted was for him to take me, to fuck me. I wanted his big black cock inside me. I didn’t have to wait long; he was ready to fulfill my wish. He moved above me, between my spread thighs. I bent my knees up and waited, nervous with anticipation. Even though he’d done me the night before and I’d loved it, his cock was still intimidating. As he supported himself with one arm, I felt him rubbing the head of his cock up and down my waiting slit. Then he pressed it between my cunt lips and I felt the tip go in. He took my hands in his and held them down on the mattress above my head as he pushed his hips forward. Unlike the night before, where he’d paused for my pussy to adjust to his size, this time he gave it to me in one long, slow, steady thrust; stretching and filling me. It was all that I’d remembered from the first time and more. Once again I felt that strange, wonderful, erotically painful, sensation as he penetrated deep into me. He was in me balls deep. It almost felt like he was pushing my innards out of his way, concerned with nothing except fucking me silly. The night before I’d had enough to drink that my senses were clouded, but that morning I was sober and fully aware of what was happening. This was sex on a whole new level for me; getting fucked for the pure joy of fucking. I raised my legs and crossed my ankles behind his back. As he began pumping his cock back and forth in me I wriggled my hips with every one of his thrusts, constantly changing the sensations involved. It was a glorious feeling; every forward stroke stretching me with that same sweet pain, then relieving it as he pulled back only to repeat the process over and over and over again. At first he took short strokes, but slowly started to take longer ones. It was the long ones that I enjoyed the most. The thrilling feel of that damned cock traveling at least eight to nine inches into me and the repeated sensation of being stretched out and then released was almost indescribable. I loved what this man and his cock were doing to me. Finally I felt my legs begin to shake. I didn’t need that to tell me that I was going to orgasm. I had felt that building deep inside of myself, but this told me it was going to be a big, toe curling, eyeballs rolling into your head orgasm. He let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around me. With my arms free, I hugged him tightly. My spine stiffened as I began to cum. Then I began to tremble all over, almost as if I were having a seizure of some type and I guess, in a way I was. I never had an orgasm this powerful before. It probably looked like I was having a convulsion, it was that strong. Slowly, I began to regain control as the orgasm subsided. “Damn,” he said softly in my ear, “baby girl, I’ve got to go for it!” “Do it,” I told him in gasping breaths. “Give it to me, all that you’ve got.” Pulling his arms from around me, he shifted his weight on top of me as I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. I would have thought his weight would be crushing since he was so much bigger than I was, but I handled it well. The feeling of being pinned down under him enhanced the experience. He then started thrusting into me wildly, almost frantically. The head of his cock pounded my insides like a jack hammer. The muscles in my crotch began tingling, signaling the approach of another orgasm. Suddenly he jammed his cock into me and held it there. I felt the first throb as he began to cum. It’s hard to describe the sensation of a man cumming inside you, so just let me say when you’ve got a cock that size pressing tight against the bottom of your vagina and he shoots his load, you know something’s going on in there. There were two more throbs; big man, big dick, big balls equals a big load. “Please don’t stop,” I whispered desperately to him. “Please, I’m close again. Please keep going.” He needed no further encouragement. I felt his hands grip my ass cheeks again and he wordlessly resumed his frenzied assault on my tortured cunt. I began to sob repeatedly as I experienced yet another gut rattling orgasm. When it passed I went limp, almost in a swoon, breathing heavily. Harold let go of my ass and supported himself on his elbows taking the bulk of his weight off me. He looked down at me. “Damn, girl!” he said in approval, slowly shaking his head. “You fuck like a little wildcat!” I smiled at him and giggled, “It’s nice to be appreciated.” He pulled out, then kissed me hard on the lips. I felt completely contented, fully satisfied, and more than a little proud of myself and my newly reawakened sexuality. He laid down alongside me and took me in his arms. “Damn, Patsy, if I knew you were this hot, we could have gotten together long before this.” “No, no we couldn’t have, because I wasn’t like this until now. My marriage breaking up shook something loose inside me. Until then I was a nice shy little housewife. Now I want to have some fun.” “Well, I’m glad I was here to help you out with that, but I hope that doesn’t mean this was just a onetime thing. I think we can have a lot more fun together, don’t you?” “Ooohhh, yeeesss!” I said with a smile and gave him a quick kiss. “We’re through for the day. I have to get home, but we’re not done forever.” When we left his apartment so he could drive me home, I had a whole new attitude as I walked down the hallway holding onto his arm. I no longer cared about what his neighbors would think if they saw us. I had just had the best sex of my life up until that point. I was fully satisfied and not the least bit bothered by displaying my new found decadence. I was true to my word; Harold and I did see more of each other. We went at it hot and heavy that summer. We drifted apart largely because of the age difference, but also because I wanted continue exploring my sexuality. An affair fit in with that well, a permanent lover did not. But I’ve remained fond of him to this day and we have had an occasional “reunion” from time to time. As I have mentioned, I felt bad about myself the marriage fell apart and he restored my self-esteem and reawakened my sexuality. There were a lot of firsts involved too. 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