Interracial

There was no need to pretend that Andrea was a woman who had to be fucked and fucked by a black man. She was desperate to feel Every inch of that hard encounter rammed into her cunt walls and she needed him to do it hard and fast and rough as only he could. He took her hair and pulled it hard. She responded by chanting, “Fuck you now!”

Noah’s aiming carefully. He put the fat head of his dick with her slutty hole. He grabbed her hips and with one liquid, quick movement, he rammed the whole length of his dick deep into her womb. She was screaming in pain, but that didn’t stop her from begging. Noah started fucking Andrea with the strength and stamina that he would fuck a man and she took everything and begged for more. He worked with his thumb up her ass and she started using her muscles to remove another load of sperm. If he hadn’t taken one before, it would have been the end of him, but he was holding on. He started hitting that ass and reaching for her breasts. He pulled her tits and turned them with his dark fingers and she encouraged him to do it harder. “Pull my fucking nipples asshole. Let them hurt. Oh, it feels so good.”

It was my first year in college when I got my first Big Black Cock. I remember the day vividly looking in the mirror in the bathroom and smiling at what I saw. A beautiful face with full lips and blue eyes and a head full of large blonde curls. I was dressed in a tight new skirt I had just bought and a cute little tank top. How pathetic that I wasted such a nice outfit on a boring night at my friend Neena’s house. I wasn’t wearing a bra and yet my great tits were perfect without a hint of sag. I ran my hands over my shirt and over my nipples. I was so horny and stuck here without a man.

This happened in the mid-1990s, when I went out with a very beautiful little motorcycle girl. I just got into the motorcycle scene, and I was a little young and naive, I guess. My girlfriend, Jane, was a biker for a long time, also in the rally scene and had friends in many clubs. I loved her; She was an ex model, and was really sexy and small, with long dark hair and the most beautiful face imaginable, plus perfect little round breasts and a girlish, slim figure. But she had a harder edge for her; She was pretty extrovert and self-conscious, and had this certain flirty, jaunty way about her that no red-blooded man couldn’t fall for.

I met my current wife Jane on the Internet. Then we were married and very unhappy. My wife was very conservative and unnecessary to say that my sexual energies were unimaginable. An occasional jerk in the shower and sex maybe every two weeks was par for the course. Jane was also married to a very conservative man who actually wanted missionary sex twice a week.

Jane and I had an online affair for three months, and in those three months, we’ve been exploring our wildest sexual fantasies online. I think we thought we’d never meet, so let’s go online. I write Jane e-mails that start a fantasy and ask her to finish them. Boy, did she ever kill them. One of my fantasies was to be dominant over Jane and let her do slutty things. A fantasy I started was Take Jane to a shady club and let her suck a guy in front of everyone in the club. Jane finished the fantasy by sucking everyone in the club.

It was a typical Monday afternoon and I waited for the kids to come home from school when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Anna, a good friend of mine standing there. I said come in.

Anna and I talked for a while when she told me she met this guy and he was great. Anna’s recently divorced and she’s only been back three months and she always keeps me posted on her dates. Anna said she dated him five times, and he was incredible.

We’ve been swinging for a few years Tom my guy started talking about me attacking a black man. I forced him to convince me, but deep down, I couldn’t wait to feel a big black dick inside me. It had always been taboo growing up in a small town in the south. I’d always heard black men hanged well and my husband was a little small in that department. I finally agreed to place an ad in our swingers group to see what we could find. We both went through the answers and picked someone who came through our city often since he was a stop driver. We had a meeting with Gene to get to know each other a little bit and to see if we really wanted to meet. We met him for a drink the next time he was in town and decided to set a date for next week. I knew as soon as I saw this man I wanted him to be my first black lover. He was very muscular, tall and handsome and also very nice. When we went out to say goodbye, he asked husbandly if he could kiss me and he agreed. He took me in his big arms and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever felt. I felt his dick getting hard in his pants and it felt huge. I wanted to fuck him there in the parking lot… But I didn’t want manly to know how excited I was, he might back off. Finally Tom said funny: “You better cool off or we won’t make it till next week.”

I get along with my apartmentmate Martha, but since we’re both working women and active on weekends, we don’t keep the apartment as neat and clean as we’d like. We never seemed to be able to find the time to put it right and clean it that really needed it, so that we despaired to ever get it back together. I heard a colleague of mine talking about a friend who had hired someone to help with the cleaning and I immediately realized that we should. I discovered the name of the cleaning lady and arranged to hire her for a Saturday that Martha and I would devote to our task. With three of us working, we should be able to do miracles in one day.

Last weekend we went cycling and stopped at our usual waterhole. It is very popular bar with weekend bikers (no motorcycle gangs, but especially professional people who like to wear their Harley equipment and drive on weekends). It has an outside deck overlooking the parking lot, so you can watch all the bikes come and go. There is a wooden gate of eight meters around the parking lot with a wooded land behind it.

My entrance to the world of black sex took a while, but when it finally happened… My husband Ted and I have been swinging for a few years. We had other men involved in our sexual lives, but not black. We started reading this interracial forum and stories, and I thought I was very excited. I’d fuck my husband’s brain after reading some of the stories, pretend he’s our friend. Allen was. Allen is a 30-something black man who lives with us. We were friends from when I was in college. I’d seen Allen in our hot tub a lot. Normally he wore a little black Speedo suit that improving. Once it became a bit of a loser and the suits went off, I saw a big, black dick like I’d never seen before. From that point on, I worked to taste black sex.

Joni and I were married a few years when the subject of black men came first. She told me one night, while we were fucking, that she fascinated about fucking a very well-hanged black man. She said she always wondered if what they said about black men’s cocks was true. I told her what I saw in the showers on the ship while I was in the Navy. Some men had snacks that would make a horse green with jealousy. This really turned her on. She was on top of my dick, closed her eyes and fucked my brain. I could see through her fried tempo that she thought of what I told her.