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Rather unexpectedly, I went on a special shopping outing with a long-time girlfriend — for a wedding gown! Libby was finally getting married to Ben, a guy she’s known since grade school, and I was to be her maid of honor.
They might have got married much earlier in their lives but, for various reasons, it didn’t happen. Sadly, one serious problem was Libby’s father. To be blunt, he wasn’t keen on mixed-race relationships and, despite her love for Ben, Libby wouldn’t do anything without her father’s full blessing.
She and Ben drifted apart.
In fact, Libby got married but she was never really happy and, after five years, they agreed to divorce. It was shortly afterward that Libby picked up again with Ben, who was in his second marriage.
It was clear that they’d never stopped loving each other and, after a few months, they agreed to ignore Libby’s father and stop denying themselves happiness. Ben left his wife and moved in with Libby.
Eventually, Ben’s wife agreed to a divorce and that’s how I came to be shopping for a wedding gown. As we wandered around clothing stores and bridal shops, we chatted about all sorts of things, as old girlfriends do. Then, something I said, I upset Libby.
I’m not exactly sure why I raised the subject — other than curiosity, I suppose. Anyway, I thought Libby and I were close enough that we could tell or ask each other anything. There was something I’d been told, something that I’d always wondered about. You got it: black men's cocks. Were they really that much bigger? And, once you fucked a black man, was there no going back?
So I asked Libby. I can only assume she thought it was too personal a question for me to ask. She got really pissed off and said our shopping day was over. I knew Libby could get annoyed and upset over trivial matters at times, but I was rather taken aback on this occasion. I’d thought it was a harmless question, not something to get upset over. Anyway, I knew she’d get over it.
But I was back to square one. How would I ever get my answer now? And I was really interested. Look, if I tell you that my husband Kevin’s cock is not much larger than my thumb, I think you’ll understand my interest.
I found out later that Libby had stormed home and told Ben about my question. He'd laughed and asked what answer she'd given. Libby, it seems, was still pissed off. She told him she hadn’t replied and, what’s more, if he was interested in me knowing the answer, he could tell me.
Anyway, a couple of weeks later, we all went out for dinner. Kevin drove and Ben sat in the back with Libby. As I’ve said, I’m used to Libby’s occasional unexpected eruptions and I generally ignore them and they blow over. Forget it, move on. So, there wasn’t any atmosphere in the car and, honestly, I’d actually forgotten about the black cock conversation. Until Ben spoke up.
"Hey Shelby,” he said, “Libby told me about the question you had for her. The one she got pissed about."
“Which one was that?” I said, smiling and turning my head to look at them in the back seat. “You often get pissed at my questions, don’t you Libby?”
"I guess I do,” she said. “This one was about whether black men's cocks really are bigger."
Kevin glanced quickly at me, his eyes flashing. "Why the hell do you want to know about that?"
"Just curious. I’ve heard it said, so I wanted to know. And…”
"Damn, Shelby,” Kevin cut in, “you always ask stupid questions."
Now he was annoyed, but that also was nothing unusual. I swear he should be with Libby!
"Shelby, what you’ve heard is true,” said Ben quietly. “Black men are much larger."
Kevin snapped, said that conversation was closed. Ooops! Needless to say, it was a quiet dinner. We dropped off Libby and Ben at their house and, when we got home, I went to bed and Kevin watched television. Nothing unusual, there either.
What was unusual, a few days later, I got a call from Ben. “Hi Shelby, you still interested in your question?"
“Oh, hey Ben,” I said, a little surprised that he was calling but mainly because of the topic. I quickly recovered. “Hmm… sure I am, you know me."
"Okay, so why don't you come over and find out for yourself?”
Wow, talk about direct! ”Ben, what are you talking about?"
"Shelby, you know I like you a lot. Libby knows it, too. Why do you think she got so mad?" He chuckled down the line. "She’s afraid I might show you.”
"Guess you’re proving her right, huh?”
"Come on, you don't love Kevin, you haven't for a long time. He treats you like crap. Hey, only you and I will ever know about this."
"Let me think about it, Ben. Give me a few days. It’s all a bit sudden. I'll get back to you."
I hung up the phone and started thinking. Hell, Ben was a lot of fun and we usually had a good time when we were all together. I wasn’t worried about Kevin. He’d never know, anyway. But Libby’s an old friend and she was planning to marry Ben. Oh dear, all this from a harmless question.
A couple of days later, Ben showed up at our house. I hadn't yet decided what to do but, as I was still chewing it over, I was obviously tempted. I was kind of glad that Kevin was home and he was in the driveway talking to a neighbor when Ben walked over to me on the deck.
"Meet me at Burger King in town tomorrow,” he said, almost whispering. “I want some time with you. We can drive somewhere for lunch and a chat. If you decide you don't want anything to happen, it won't."
I nodded.
The following morning, Ben called and I confirmed the meeting was definitely on and we fixed a time.
I parked my car in the back out of sight. We lived in a very small town where everyone knows everyone’s business. That we didn't need so Ben drove to the next town, a little under an hour away.
We talked all the way and Ben told me how he felt about me. He said things he’d never come up with before and even said he’d leave Libby. I knew that was total bullshit. He’d never leave Libby. She paid the bills, completely supported him. He had it made.
Why should I believe him? He’d already been married twice. No, he wouldn't leave Libby. More to the point, I wasn’t interested in drama or people leaving or having affairs. I just wanted to know about the size of a black man's cock.
"Ben, don’t talk like that. Nobody is leaving, nobody is splitting up. This is just about the difference between a white man and a black man's cock. Nothing more. I’ve told you Kevin has nothing to speak of down there. So what do you say? Are you gonna show me?"
'Yes, I'll show you, but you know I want more than that."
"What exactly do you want?”
“Damn, Shelby, what is wrong with you? All the flirting we’ve done, you know how I feel. I don't want to just whip my cock out and show you. I want to make love to you. I want to show you how I really feel. Don't you want that?"
“Damn it, Ben, you don't love me,” I said, smiling. “Come on, you just want to fuck me. Be honest here. We flirt with each other and have a good time. That's the bottom line. Something wrong with that?"
"Neither of us gets what we want at home,” he said, almost growling “Instead of just looking at my cock, you can feel it deep inside of you, have it fill that tight pussy of yours. You know you want this big black cock.”
“Really? And if I did, where are we supposed to do this? Libby gonna share her bed?”
“Course not. I’ll get us a room.” He glanced at me. “Now, how badly do you want your answer? I know your problem, I know why you’re delaying. You’re afraid you’ll never go back to a white cock. Well, I know that answer. You’ll never leave me.”
"Oooh, is that so?” I laughed, loaded with sarcasm. “You’re mighty sure of yourself."
"I know what I have here, and how much your pussy wants and needs it,” he said, taking one hand off the steering wheel and shaking the package in his pants.
That got my attention. ”Damn Ben, you run a hard bargain.” I wriggled in my seat. “Fine, let’s do it. Hurry, we need to get back home before we don’t have homes to go to."
Ben pulled up at a nice-looking hotel and went inside. I gazed around. At least it’s not some sleazy rat trap. Ben came out with keys in his hands. He was smiling, like a winner. But who was really winning?
We parked around the back, out of sight. Getting out of the car, I knew my panties were wet. Damn, I think I really wanted this as bad as Ben did. Just thinking of a big cock in my pussy made me smile — and leak.
After we’d walked into the room, Ben suddenly said he’d be right back and was out of the door. He came back minutes later with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"Pretty sure of yourself, weren't you?” I said.
"No, I really wasn’t. But, if you agreed, I wanted to be prepared."
Ben poured the wine and we sat on the edge of the bed. I think we were both a bit nervous. Ben leaned in to kiss me but I pulled back. I wasn't there for a big love affair; I just wanted to see his cock, although my pussy was soaking and more than ready for some action!
"Look, Ben, time's ticking. Are you gonna show me or not?"
He stood and rubbed a hand over his pants. Damn, if what I see through his pants is any indication...
"Go ahead, Shelby, touch. It doesn’t bite."
I ran my fingers along his hard rod. My mouth dropped open. I’d never imagined a cock so big, let alone felt one. Unbelievable!
Ben unbuckled his belt.” Go ahead, take him out, hold him."
I unzipped his pants. Reaching in, I held him, heavy and thick, in my trembling fingers. My mouth dried as I began rolling the skin over the hard, inner core. Every detail that I felt produced a vivid picture in my mind: his curly hairs that tickled my fingertips, his thick and spongy head in my palm, and the ridges of veins as he became erect.
It was like nothing I'd ever felt. Now I needed to see it, to look at it. I had to. I started to pull it out. As I did, Ben pushed his pants down and his huge cock sprang in front of my face. My eyes had never seen anything like this penis. And Ben was right. Now that I was looking at it, my body needed him. I craved that large cock. I needed to discover what it was like to have such an enormous weapon inside of me.
Ben edged forward, putting his cock to my lips. Pre-cum seeped and I licked my lips, tasting him for the first time.
"Open your mouth, let him slide in. Run your tongue run around the head."
Looking up at Ben’s face, I saw a gentle, soft light in his eyes. I opened my mouth and Ben eased the dome between my lips. It soon filled my mouth and I didn't think I could take much more. With my hands on his thighs, Ben continued to slowly feed me his thick cock but I had to pull back. I thought for sure that I would gag.
"No, Ben, sorry, you’re too big!” I took hurried breaths.
"Relax Shelby. Relax your mouth, relax your throat, you can take it. Maybe not all, but quite a lot."
He pushed forward again, sliding between my lips and over my tongue. I begin to gag but Ben held me there. "No Shelby, you can do this."
I tried to relax but I couldn't. He was just too big for me to swallow. The size was scaring the hell out of me. I pushed on his thighs and Ben pulled out of my mouth.
“Hold it in your hands, get used to the size,” he said quietly. “We won't do anything you’re not comfortable with. I know you said all you wanted was to see it. But do you really want to stop?” He smiled at me. “Those wet panties are telling me something else. You want more, don’t you, Shelby?”
I did want more. My pussy was screaming to be filled with cock. I wanted Ben to fuck me. But could I take it? Would it hurt?
I wouldn’t know unless I tried. And, having come this far, I knew I wouldn't stop now.
Ben reached down, stood me up, and lifted my tee shirt over my head. He unhooked my bra and I let it slide down my arms onto the floor before he pushed my leggings down and off my feet. Leaning in, he kissed me and, this time, I kissed him back.
He lay me on the bed, removed his shirt and came to lie beside me. I never in a million years dreamed I would be in a hotel bed with Ben. Yet I couldn't wait to fuck him. I wanted his large cock buried in me. I wanted my velvet sheath to feel those large veins running up and down his shaft. I wanted to feel him stretch my pussy, wanted to mold around him. I wanted to feel that huge helmet in the depths of my cunt. Damn, I needed him, I needed to be fucked now!
Ben caressed my body, covering a breast with his big hand and rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As I squirmed and sighed, he squeezed harder. I heard myself moaning like I’d never done before when he stroked down my body, over my tummy, over my mound.
“Yes,” he whispered, “I love this clean shaven pussy.” A finger touched my pussy lips, careful not to touch my jewels, not opening me too quickly. He wanted to tease me, taunt me.
He kissed down my body and juices dribbled from my sensitive pussy. If he touches me, I will explode. But Ben knew what he was doing. He wanted to keep me aroused, eager for his big cock. He wanted me to beg.
He started moving down the bed and, almost before I realized, Ben had my legs over his shoulders, his mouth pressing against my sopping pussy. He pulled my lips apart and began sucking my clit. I screamed. I was on the verge right then.
He stopped.
"Not yet,” he said.
His lips were on my inner thighs, fingers running up and down my slit, from clit to ass. I rocked my hips, pushed forward, wanting his fingers inside of me. Then I felt a finger in my ass. I’d never experienced that before. But, damn, it felt good. Then another finger entered my pussy, joined by a second. Ben fucked me with all three fingers, slowly at first but soon picking up speed. He pressed a thumb to my clit and rubbed in circles.
My body shook. I was in a blissful orgasm as he took away his thumb and sucked my clit. He was almost chewing my nub and my body was electrified, raging. I dug my nails into his back, bucked my hips high, forcing my pussy onto his mouth. I just couldn't get enough. I didn't want it to stop.
But Ben withdrew his fingers and got into position between my open thighs. I felt his cock at my entrance, still gaping from having his thick fingers inside of me. It wouldn't take much to enter me. Ben held my hands, fingers intertwined, and settled them above my head. His cock began to pierce me and I opened to greet him. As he pushed between my folds, my cunt formed around him.
He was massive, no mistake. I could feel him stretching me, opening me to accept him. I’d never had anything so big inside of me. Yet, it didn't hurt. It was unbelievably good. I wanted all of him, every inch of his thick shaft. Feeling the blood pulsating in his veins excited me even more.
With his hands holding mine above my head and his pelvis wedged between my spread thighs, I was at his mercy. Ben pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside, then drove back in. My head slammed back deep into the pillow as he pounded away, filling me like no-one ever had. I wanted more, and he still had plenty to give, thrusting harder and ever deeper.
"Yes Ben, I want all of you. Please, give me all of your thick big black cock. Fuck me like no one ever has."
Ben squeezed my hands even tighter and dipped his head to nibble, bite, and chew on my nipples. His monster cock was in deep and I raised my hips, wanting all of him. He rammed up and down my tunnel, long and powerful strokes, until one enormous thrust had him buried balls deep. He was fully inside and I could feel his protruding veins as his mighty cock expanded and throbbed.
Thrusting again and again, his body suddenly tensed, his hands gripping mine so tight. He was ready to erupt, to blast me with his hot cum. With one final plunge, Ben squirted, covering my walls with his seed, filling my pussy with spurt after spurt of cream.
Done, Ben collapsed on top of me. We lay, catching our breath before Ben rolled off me. Pulling me close, he wrapped me in his arms. We didn’t speak for a few minutes, just listened to our breathing.
But, eventually, we knew we had to get back to our homes and lives. Ben had certainly answered my question but it was something we would never talk about again.
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