Interracial

About six years ago, I made a trip to a resort sponsored by my employer. I had heard countless stories of people, married people and others, finding sexual adventures there.

The resort was on a beach in California and was very picturesque. Three same-sex employees were accommodated in the housing units. Our trip lasted 3 days and 2 nights. While I was flirting with any woman I thought might be interested at a distance. Our group consisted of women of different racial and ethnic backgrounds. Being single, I felt I had nothing to lose.

There was no need for pretension because Andrea was a woman who needed to be fucked and fucked hard by a black man. She was desperate to feel every inch of this difficult encounter crawled into her pussy walls and she needed him to make it hard, fast and hard as only he could. He grabbed his hair and shot him hard. She said, “Fuck me, fuck me, NOW!”

Noah was careful. He lined up his big dick’s head with his bitch hole. He grabbed his hips and with a smooth and fast movement, he crawled the whole length of his dick at the bottom of his uterus. She screamed in pain, but it didn’t stop her from begging more. Noah began to fuck Andrea with the strength and endurance he was going to fuck a man and she took everything and begged for more. He worked his thumb in her ass and she started using her muscles to coax another load of sperm. If he hadn’t stopped one sooner, it would have been his end but he got tight. He started jerking off that ass and hit his tits. He pulled his breasts and twisted them with his dark fingers and encouraged him to do it harder. “Put on my nipple fucker. Hit them. Oh, that feels good.”

It was my first year in college when I got my first Big Black Cock. I remember the day I looked at the mirror in the bathroom and smiled at what I was looking at. A beautiful face with full lips and blue eyes and a head full of big blonde curls. I was dressed in a new tight skirt that I had just bought and a lovely little tank top. How sad I was to ruin such a cute outfit one boring night at my friend Neena’s. I didn’t have a bra and yet my incredible breasts hung perfectly with no sag tip. I passed my hands on the front of my shirt and on my nipples. I was so excited and stuck here with no man in sight.

It happened in the mid-1990s, when I was dating a beautiful little biker girl. I was only in the biker scene, and I was a little young and naive, I guess. My then girlfriend, Jane, was already a long-time biker, in the rally scene too and had friends in many clubs. I loved her madly; She was an ex model, and was really sexy and small, with long dark hair and the most beautiful face imaginable, perfect little round tits and a slim and girly silhouette. However, she had a harder edge for her; She was quite outgoing and self-assertive, and had this kind of flirtation and jealousy about her that no man of red blood could fail to fall for.

I met Jane on the Internet. At the time, we were both married and very unhappy. My wife was very conservative and useless to say that my sexual energies were beyond belief. An occasional glans in the shower and sex maybe every two weeks was equal for the class. Jane was married to a very conservative man who essentially wanted sex with missionaries twice a week.

Jane and I had an online affair for 3 months and during these three months we explored our wildest sexual fantasies online. We thought we’d never meet, so we let ourselves go online. I write emails to Jane asking her to finish them. She’s already finished them. One of my fantasies was to be Dominate on Jane and make her do some slutty stuff. A fantasy I started was to take Jane to a sneaky club and make her suck a guy in front of everyone in the club. Jane finished the fantasy by sucking all the guys in the club.

It was a typical afternoon Monday and I was waiting for the kids to come home from school when the bell rang. I answered the door to find Anna, a good friend standing there. Come in.

Anna and I talked for a while and then she told me that she met this man and that he was amazing. Anna was recently divorced and has only been out for about 3 months now and she keeps me informed of her dates. Anna said she had been with this guy about 5 times now and he was amazing.

We’ve been walking around for several years when Tom, my husband, started talking about me, taking a black guy. I forced him to interfere, but deep down, I can’t wait to feel a big black dick inside me. It was always taboo when I grew up in a small southern town. I had always heard that black men were hanged well and that my husband was a little short in this department. I finally agreed to put an ad in our group of swingers to see what we could find. We both went through the answers and picked a guy who came across our city quite often since he was a cuckoo driver. We organized a meeting with Gene just to get to know each other a little bit and see if we all wanted to meet each other. We met him for a drink the next time he was in town and decided to set a date for the following week. I knew as soon as I saw this guy I wanted him to be my first black lover. He was very muscular, big and beautiful and very nice too. When we went to say goodbye, he asked Hubby if he could kiss me and he agreed. He took me in his big arms and gave me the most passionate kiss I’ve ever felt. I could feel his dick hardening in his pants and it seemed huge. I wanted to fuck him in the parking lot, but I didn’t want Hubby to know how excited I was, so he could step back. Finally, Tom joked: “You have better to calm down or we’ll never get there until next week.”

I get along well with my roommate Martha OK, but since we’re both active women on weekends, we don’t keep the apartment as clean as we would like. We never seemed to be able to find the time to give him the righting and cleaning that he really needed, so we hope to never put him back together. I heard one of my colleagues talking about a friend who hired someone to help clean them up and I immediately realized that that was what we had to do. I discovered the maid’s name and arranged to hire her for a Saturday that Martha and I would dedicate to our task. With three of us working, we should be able to do wonders in one day.

Last weekend, we went by bike and stopped by our usual water hole. It’s a very popular bar with weekend bikers (not bikers gangs, but especially professionals who like to put on their Harley equipment and ride on weekends). It has an outdoor terrace that overlooks the parking lot, so you can watch all the bikes come and go. There is an 8 foot wooden fence around the parking lot with just some wooded land behind.

My entry into the world of black sex took some time to happen, but when he finally did…! My husband Ted and I have been changing for several years. We included other men in our sexual lives, but none was black. We started reading these interracial forums and stories and I found myself very excited. I’d fuck my husband’s brain after reading stories, pretending he was our friend Allen. Allen is a black man who lives near us. We were friends of my high school. I saw Allen in our hood several times. He usually wore a small Speedo black suit that was incredibly hot. Once, when things got a little looser and the costumes went out, I saw a big black dick - like nothing I’d ever seen before. From that moment on, I worked to sample black sex.