Another Bucket List Item Checked Off!
Another Bucket List Item Checked Off!
I've never been with a black guy. I've flirted with several of them, all cute in their way and all flirted with me. It's never gone any farther than that, though. Well, after 11 years of marriage to a white guy I'm free as a bird now, and all things are possible. Hehe. There's this one (black) guy in one of my college night classes that I'd love to get to know better. I've fantasized about being with him, about making out with him, and about other things.
Should I go into my fantasies about him? Dear Diary, I've gotten off on dreaming about fucking him, about sucking that huge dick that I KNOW he's got. I've seen the outline of it in his pants! I've thought about fucking him, about maybe him eating my pussy, about his having his way with me. That's why I'm starting to use big dildoes in all three of my holes, cause I know if it ever happens I'm just going to melt and let him do anything he wants with me.
Let me back up here for just a minute. I am NOT! Let me repeat, I am NOT a BBC slave, whore or whatever! I don't go ga-ga over big black cock. I've seen some of those profiles of women who will do anything for a black man and I've seen some of those profiles of black men who think all white women should bow down to them and do anything they want. I am not a masochist or a sub or whatever you want to call it. I will not be abused. I will not be belittled. I am not into being bred. I just want to try one out for size is all. Kinda like trying on a pair of shoes, you know? You always try before you buy. My ex had an adequate dick. Cocks his size work quite well, and most girls will tell you that. (I'm sure the bitch I caught him with would agree!) I never was one to see stars over humongous bones, but then I've never had a humongous bone to play with before. And I'm sure if I try black I WILL go back. To white, that is. Or maybe oriental. Or Indian or whatever comes my way. I just like dick is all. I found out recently that I absolutely love pussy, too, and I'll do the lesbian thing again as often as I can, but that's another story.
Anyway, back to the guy in my class. He's younger than me by about 6 or 7 years. He's in his early to mid 20's and I'm looking 30 in the face! We've talked a little bit before and after class and I've found out that he's been to Afghanistan and came back in one piece. He's VERY fit! He's as sweet as he can be and I'm pretty sure he's attracted to me. He certainly pays attention to how I'm dressed. Haha.
Last night he and I went out for coffee after class. He's just getting over breaking up with his girlfriend. She did wait till he got home to do it, so you gotta hand her that. But since he's on the rebound it'd probly be awfully easy to get him to fall for me, but I don't want that. I just want to go to bed with him.
Maybe I shouldn't. I know how it's gonna turn out. It's always turned out that way before and most every guy I've ever encountered has played the same part in this drama.
If I do it I'll probly break his heart. I shouldn't do it. I WON'T do that.
I did it.
I'm sorry, God. I know I'll probly go to hell but I just had to have some of that, but it's my ex's fault. If he hadn't bedded that blonde I'd have never divorced him and I wouldn't be doing all the sleazy, slutty, whorish and immoral things I've been doing lately.
After class the other day I told Arthur (that's my BBC's name) I had a Christmas present for him. He'd been awfully blue lately because this was his first Christmas back home and he didn't have his ex to make him feel jolly, so I thought I'd do the honors. Hey, anything for our vets, you know? Hehe! He has this van so I told him I'd give him his gift in there.
After class we strolled out to his van together and he opened the passenger door for me but I motioned for the sliding door behind it, so he opened that door for me. Arthur is certainly a gentleman.
It's been cold here lately, but it was half-way warm that evening so I wore a nice dress, and of course I left the panties at home. I've been getting awfully into going without lately, ever since I started shaving it all off down there. I like to give my kitty plenty of air to breathe and she thanks me by keeping me in a constant state of agitation, if you know what I mean. Anyway, as I got in the back of the van I let him see what his present was, slyly, of course. I AM a lady, you know! I sat on the bench seat back there and patted the seat beside me, and after he shut the door I leaned over, unzipped his fly and pulled out the biggest pecker I've ever seen! It must have been 10 inches long and 3 inches around! It proudly stood straight up and the head was a big mushroom shape. It was already half way hard. I moved my hands up and down on it for a while, appreciating the feel and heft while I jacked him even more erect. Finally, I guided the monstrous head toward my mouth and engulfed it. Mmmm! It felt soo good in my mouth!
Arthur got into the Christmas spirit pretty swiftly. I was leaned over his lap so he reached around me and pulled the hem of my dress up and started caressing my butt. That felt awfully good, too! I ran my tongue in circles around his helmet, building up the nerve to take him further in. Sucking this huge dick was going to take some doing, I knew, so I was building up for it. Besides, mama always told me to eat my food slowly. One takes her time with a cock like this one and I was going to enjoy every second. Arthur hadn't even started fingering my slit, and I was waiting for him to get a little bolder before I took the plunge, so to speak.
He went from an “Mmmmmm,” to a drawn out “Ahhhhh,” and then he started talking to me. “You're pretty good at that,” and “Suck it!” When he huskily whispered “God! That feels SO good!” he delved into the crack of my butt and started fingering my ass hole and the lower part of my pussy. That's when I started slowly going down on that monumental prick. Slowly, I wanted to make it last. I took it out of my mouth and licked all up and down one side and then the other. Meanwhile he had reached my pussy hole and was fingering it more and more insistently. I jacked his shaft while I re-engulfed him and then I started sliding him in and out of my mouth, not yet taking him any farther than my tonsils. I did go all the way down on him just once just to test my own prowess, you know, to test my abilities. I've been practicing on a long double dildo just for this occasion and I'm getting to where I can swallow a big dick without gagging. Just momentarily, though. When my nose touched his groin he shuddered and made a sound that I can't describe. I'm pretty sure it was an approval, though. He bucked up to meet me. He didn't hold my head, he just let me do my thing, but he did finger me with that much more urgency, so I knew I was having the desired effect.
I was starting to hope he could last. I didn't want to just suck him off and I didn't want to just suck him off a little and then sit on his lap. I wanted to blow him for a good while till neither one of us could stand it any longer, and if he didn't pick me up and lay me down so he could climb in I'd just straddle him and guide him in myself. I was hoping for the former, though. I gotta love it when the guy just can't stand it any more and just HAS to fuck me this very minute, so he grabs me by the hair and pulls my mouth off so he can put that cannon in a different hole. You girls know what I mean. Ya gotta prime the pump till it's good and primed and your man turns into a growling. Well, you know. A girl generally always would rather be rammed hard and fast if she had her druthers. So I was priming! He was fingering! Making me drench his fingers was what he was doing. My body was saying GO, but my mind was telling me Not yet! Not yet! Just a little longer!
Actually I love sucking cock, and if it weren't for those maddening fingers plunging in and out and squirming around and around you know where, I could have sucked him off for quite a while longer, but I thought he might not be able to go as long as I could so after a few licks and kisses I reluctantly straightened up and kissed his face. His mouth. Those lips. I could have kissed him for hours, too. I love kissing. I love kissing even more than I love sucking cock. Evidently he loves it, too, cause we stayed that way for some time, kissing and petting. My skirt was up around my waist and he was running both his hands up and down my thighs and kissing me and teasing my pussy lips and just softly touching my clit, and. And. I was wondering if I was going to have to take matters into my own hands and straddle him. Do it myself. Damn it, Arthur! Lay me down and fuck me! I was ready.
I guess Arthur was giving me a Christmas gift, too. We kissed and we kissed and I was getting wetter and wetter and I was starting to handle his equipment again, slowly caressing it, teasing it the way he was teasing me. I almost started counting to 10, ALMOST! But then finally, FINALLY, he moved. It's about time I thought! I started to move away to give him room but then he stopped me. Mmmmm! And he pulled me to him. Mmmmmm! He got up so I could slide my one leg under him so he could get between my legs. MMMMMM! I was kissing him and he was kissing me and he parted my legs and knelt between them. MMMMMMM! Then he shoved his pants down around his knees without unbuckling his belt and his cock popped up past his belt all proud and stiff, and then he leaned in, nuzzling my lower lips with that heavenly battering ram. MMMMMMMMMM!
When a guy slides up inside me it's the most amazing feeling in the world! Fast. Slow. I don't care. I just think it's the best feeling there is to engulf a big hard rigid spike of a prick and feel it slip up, up, up into me! It's better than sucking him and almost as good as kissing. Almost. Well? I guess I'll have to admit that kissing and fucking are about equal.
My ex had a nice size penis, it was good and it was thrilling when he was in the mood. An average size dick, or even a small one can be the best fuck a girl ever had if the guy behind that dick knows what he's doing and is into it. Arthur's is the biggest dick I've ever had inside me and he knew how to use it. Now, I'm sorry if I deflate anybody's ego, but a dick is a dick. A big one can be thrilling just because it's big, but if a guy is big AND skillful, AND into it, it can be VERY enjoyable. I'm gonna continue to fuck whomever I take a liking to, I don't care what color he is or how big he is. Arthur was my very first BBC, though. It wasn't exactly like giving up my virginity again, but I will remember it as if it were. It's a milestone. Check one off my bucket list.
But back to my story. This guy was good, he was horny, he enjoyed it as much as I did, he lasted a good long time, oh and yes, and he had a big cock.
It felt like it took forever for him to get that log all the way inside me. And when he did it felt like if he pushed any farther it'd come out my throat. It wasn't uncomfortable, really. It didn't hurt. It was just different. I felt like I was completely full, like at Thanksgiving when you eat so much you can't take another bite or you will burst. I can imagine how some girls might go ga ga over a big dick like this. Then there's the novelty of having a black guy's dick inside you. I'll admit that felt nawty. Haha! But the fact still remains that a dick is a dick.
Having said that, I was thoroughly enjoying this! I'd only had sex a couple times in the last 7 months. Really in about the past year! I was getting into this fuck with all the excitement and enthusiasm I had in me. It was a really good fuck, it was! Arthur kept ramming into me and I kept bucking up to meet his thrusts, and it was wonderful! I was hoping to god it wouldn't end but would go on and on and on! Well, it did go on for quite a while. It got pretty steamy in that van and my poor little pussy was creaming so much and was almost starting to get raw from the friction. I wouldn't have minded cause I'd been starving for some nookie, but I knew that Arthur, gorgeous baby that he was, is, was liable to blow any minute. Girls don't generally always get as much as we want. Guys can cum at the most inopportune times for us! But I'd had my itch scratched and I was ready for him to have his climax whenever he would. It was building for me and when I felt that hot wetness flooding into me I could just go off into dreamland and cum along with him. We can do that, guys.
All good things end, and after a while I could feel Arthur swell up inside me, and I noticed him trembling, too. I knew he was just split seconds away from cumming so I put both arms around his neck and both legs around his waist and pulled him into me as hard as I could. At that I felt that hot molten lava sho ot deep inside me and I knew he was cumming! Jet after jet of hot semen flooded into me, quenching any friction I may have felt before. All I felt was that liquidy buttery feeling one gets when she gives herself over completely to her orgasm. Arthur was cumming. I was cumming. The world was at peace. I know I'm gonna do him again.
Merry Christmas!
I've never been with a black guy. I've flirted with several of them, all cute in their way and all flirted with me. It's never gone any farther than that, though. Well, after 11 years of marriage to a white guy I'm free as a bird now, and all things are possible. Hehe. There's this one (black) guy in one of my college night classes that I'd love to get to know better. I've fantasized about being with him, about making out with him, and about other things.
Should I go into my fantasies about him? Dear Diary, I've gotten off on dreaming about fucking him, about sucking that huge dick that I KNOW he's got. I've seen the outline of it in his pants! I've thought about fucking him, about maybe him eating my pussy, about his having his way with me. That's why I'm starting to use big dildoes in all three of my holes, cause I know if it ever happens I'm just going to melt and let him do anything he wants with me.
Let me back up here for just a minute. I am NOT! Let me repeat, I am NOT a BBC slave, whore or whatever! I don't go ga-ga over big black cock. I've seen some of those profiles of women who will do anything for a black man and I've seen some of those profiles of black men who think all white women should bow down to them and do anything they want. I am not a masochist or a sub or whatever you want to call it. I will not be abused. I will not be belittled. I am not into being bred. I just want to try one out for size is all. Kinda like trying on a pair of shoes, you know? You always try before you buy. My ex had an adequate dick. Cocks his size work quite well, and most girls will tell you that. (I'm sure the bitch I caught him with would agree!) I never was one to see stars over humongous bones, but then I've never had a humongous bone to play with before. And I'm sure if I try black I WILL go back. To white, that is. Or maybe oriental. Or Indian or whatever comes my way. I just like dick is all. I found out recently that I absolutely love pussy, too, and I'll do the lesbian thing again as often as I can, but that's another story.
Anyway, back to the guy in my class. He's younger than me by about 6 or 7 years. He's in his early to mid 20's and I'm looking 30 in the face! We've talked a little bit before and after class and I've found out that he's been to Afghanistan and came back in one piece. He's VERY fit! He's as sweet as he can be and I'm pretty sure he's attracted to me. He certainly pays attention to how I'm dressed. Haha.
Last night he and I went out for coffee after class. He's just getting over breaking up with his girlfriend. She did wait till he got home to do it, so you gotta hand her that. But since he's on the rebound it'd probly be awfully easy to get him to fall for me, but I don't want that. I just want to go to bed with him.
Maybe I shouldn't. I know how it's gonna turn out. It's always turned out that way before and most every guy I've ever encountered has played the same part in this drama.
If I do it I'll probly break his heart. I shouldn't do it. I WON'T do that.
I did it.
I'm sorry, God. I know I'll probly go to hell but I just had to have some of that, but it's my ex's fault. If he hadn't bedded that blonde I'd have never divorced him and I wouldn't be doing all the sleazy, slutty, whorish and immoral things I've been doing lately.
After class the other day I told Arthur (that's my BBC's name) I had a Christmas present for him. He'd been awfully blue lately because this was his first Christmas back home and he didn't have his ex to make him feel jolly, so I thought I'd do the honors. Hey, anything for our vets, you know? Hehe! He has this van so I told him I'd give him his gift in there.
After class we strolled out to his van together and he opened the passenger door for me but I motioned for the sliding door behind it, so he opened that door for me. Arthur is certainly a gentleman.
It's been cold here lately, but it was half-way warm that evening so I wore a nice dress, and of course I left the panties at home. I've been getting awfully into going without lately, ever since I started shaving it all off down there. I like to give my kitty plenty of air to breathe and she thanks me by keeping me in a constant state of agitation, if you know what I mean. Anyway, as I got in the back of the van I let him see what his present was, slyly, of course. I AM a lady, you know! I sat on the bench seat back there and patted the seat beside me, and after he shut the door I leaned over, unzipped his fly and pulled out the biggest pecker I've ever seen! It must have been 10 inches long and 3 inches around! It proudly stood straight up and the head was a big mushroom shape. It was already half way hard. I moved my hands up and down on it for a while, appreciating the feel and heft while I jacked him even more erect. Finally, I guided the monstrous head toward my mouth and engulfed it. Mmmm! It felt soo good in my mouth!
Arthur got into the Christmas spirit pretty swiftly. I was leaned over his lap so he reached around me and pulled the hem of my dress up and started caressing my butt. That felt awfully good, too! I ran my tongue in circles around his helmet, building up the nerve to take him further in. Sucking this huge dick was going to take some doing, I knew, so I was building up for it. Besides, mama always told me to eat my food slowly. One takes her time with a cock like this one and I was going to enjoy every second. Arthur hadn't even started fingering my slit, and I was waiting for him to get a little bolder before I took the plunge, so to speak.
He went from an “Mmmmmm,” to a drawn out “Ahhhhh,” and then he started talking to me. “You're pretty good at that,” and “Suck it!” When he huskily whispered “God! That feels SO good!” he delved into the crack of my butt and started fingering my ass hole and the lower part of my pussy. That's when I started slowly going down on that monumental prick. Slowly, I wanted to make it last. I took it out of my mouth and licked all up and down one side and then the other. Meanwhile he had reached my pussy hole and was fingering it more and more insistently. I jacked his shaft while I re-engulfed him and then I started sliding him in and out of my mouth, not yet taking him any farther than my tonsils. I did go all the way down on him just once just to test my own prowess, you know, to test my abilities. I've been practicing on a long double dildo just for this occasion and I'm getting to where I can swallow a big dick without gagging. Just momentarily, though. When my nose touched his groin he shuddered and made a sound that I can't describe. I'm pretty sure it was an approval, though. He bucked up to meet me. He didn't hold my head, he just let me do my thing, but he did finger me with that much more urgency, so I knew I was having the desired effect.
I was starting to hope he could last. I didn't want to just suck him off and I didn't want to just suck him off a little and then sit on his lap. I wanted to blow him for a good while till neither one of us could stand it any longer, and if he didn't pick me up and lay me down so he could climb in I'd just straddle him and guide him in myself. I was hoping for the former, though. I gotta love it when the guy just can't stand it any more and just HAS to fuck me this very minute, so he grabs me by the hair and pulls my mouth off so he can put that cannon in a different hole. You girls know what I mean. Ya gotta prime the pump till it's good and primed and your man turns into a growling. Well, you know. A girl generally always would rather be rammed hard and fast if she had her druthers. So I was priming! He was fingering! Making me drench his fingers was what he was doing. My body was saying GO, but my mind was telling me Not yet! Not yet! Just a little longer!
Actually I love sucking cock, and if it weren't for those maddening fingers plunging in and out and squirming around and around you know where, I could have sucked him off for quite a while longer, but I thought he might not be able to go as long as I could so after a few licks and kisses I reluctantly straightened up and kissed his face. His mouth. Those lips. I could have kissed him for hours, too. I love kissing. I love kissing even more than I love sucking cock. Evidently he loves it, too, cause we stayed that way for some time, kissing and petting. My skirt was up around my waist and he was running both his hands up and down my thighs and kissing me and teasing my pussy lips and just softly touching my clit, and. And. I was wondering if I was going to have to take matters into my own hands and straddle him. Do it myself. Damn it, Arthur! Lay me down and fuck me! I was ready.
I guess Arthur was giving me a Christmas gift, too. We kissed and we kissed and I was getting wetter and wetter and I was starting to handle his equipment again, slowly caressing it, teasing it the way he was teasing me. I almost started counting to 10, ALMOST! But then finally, FINALLY, he moved. It's about time I thought! I started to move away to give him room but then he stopped me. Mmmmm! And he pulled me to him. Mmmmmm! He got up so I could slide my one leg under him so he could get between my legs. MMMMMM! I was kissing him and he was kissing me and he parted my legs and knelt between them. MMMMMMM! Then he shoved his pants down around his knees without unbuckling his belt and his cock popped up past his belt all proud and stiff, and then he leaned in, nuzzling my lower lips with that heavenly battering ram. MMMMMMMMMM!
When a guy slides up inside me it's the most amazing feeling in the world! Fast. Slow. I don't care. I just think it's the best feeling there is to engulf a big hard rigid spike of a prick and feel it slip up, up, up into me! It's better than sucking him and almost as good as kissing. Almost. Well? I guess I'll have to admit that kissing and fucking are about equal.
My ex had a nice size penis, it was good and it was thrilling when he was in the mood. An average size dick, or even a small one can be the best fuck a girl ever had if the guy behind that dick knows what he's doing and is into it. Arthur's is the biggest dick I've ever had inside me and he knew how to use it. Now, I'm sorry if I deflate anybody's ego, but a dick is a dick. A big one can be thrilling just because it's big, but if a guy is big AND skillful, AND into it, it can be VERY enjoyable. I'm gonna continue to fuck whomever I take a liking to, I don't care what color he is or how big he is. Arthur was my very first BBC, though. It wasn't exactly like giving up my virginity again, but I will remember it as if it were. It's a milestone. Check one off my bucket list.
But back to my story. This guy was good, he was horny, he enjoyed it as much as I did, he lasted a good long time, oh and yes, and he had a big cock.
It felt like it took forever for him to get that log all the way inside me. And when he did it felt like if he pushed any farther it'd come out my throat. It wasn't uncomfortable, really. It didn't hurt. It was just different. I felt like I was completely full, like at Thanksgiving when you eat so much you can't take another bite or you will burst. I can imagine how some girls might go ga ga over a big dick like this. Then there's the novelty of having a black guy's dick inside you. I'll admit that felt nawty. Haha! But the fact still remains that a dick is a dick.
Having said that, I was thoroughly enjoying this! I'd only had sex a couple times in the last 7 months. Really in about the past year! I was getting into this fuck with all the excitement and enthusiasm I had in me. It was a really good fuck, it was! Arthur kept ramming into me and I kept bucking up to meet his thrusts, and it was wonderful! I was hoping to god it wouldn't end but would go on and on and on! Well, it did go on for quite a while. It got pretty steamy in that van and my poor little pussy was creaming so much and was almost starting to get raw from the friction. I wouldn't have minded cause I'd been starving for some nookie, but I knew that Arthur, gorgeous baby that he was, is, was liable to blow any minute. Girls don't generally always get as much as we want. Guys can cum at the most inopportune times for us! But I'd had my itch scratched and I was ready for him to have his climax whenever he would. It was building for me and when I felt that hot wetness flooding into me I could just go off into dreamland and cum along with him. We can do that, guys.
All good things end, and after a while I could feel Arthur swell up inside me, and I noticed him trembling, too. I knew he was just split seconds away from cumming so I put both arms around his neck and both legs around his waist and pulled him into me as hard as I could. At that I felt that hot molten lava sho ot deep inside me and I knew he was cumming! Jet after jet of hot semen flooded into me, quenching any friction I may have felt before. All I felt was that liquidy buttery feeling one gets when she gives herself over completely to her orgasm. Arthur was cumming. I was cumming. The world was at peace. I know I'm gonna do him again.
Merry Christmas!
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