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Yeah, I know, it's been a while. Well, fuck Glenn
Anyway, I just got back and I'm still pretty high, but I just gotta share this. I was spossed to meet the girls for some clubbing, but something else came up-and it was BIG and it was BLACK, so....I didn't really miss meeting the girls!
So, I just filled up on the way to the club and as I went in to pay (dressed to the nines!), there were some black guys standing out front. They had been watching my rack ever since I got out of the car. Can't blame them there. They're talking shit and laughing and smacking each other on the back and grabbing their crotches. Anyway, I walk passed them to pay, my heels making my rack bounce the way you know I like it to, and they're just going crazy. Okay, nothing unusual so far. After I pay I decide I want some ice cream and there's a latin chick looking too. She checks me out, lingering a bit long on my rack and heels, then asks me if I have any smoke. I say no, but wish I did. She says she can get me some right here. She looks cool so I say okay and we pay for our icecream. She says her name is latisha, and latisha is definitely NOT dressed to the nines; so I figure she just hanging around to sell.
I follow her into the toilet. There's a couple of other chicks there and so I start looking around, with a look like-are you going to do this right here? She says to wait here and she leaves. A minute later this large black guy walks in, also not at all well dressed, but clean. The other chicks leave, with one of them saying something to the guy as they pass. He hands me a baggy and says $50 bucks. I take a sniff and look at him and counter with $30. He takes the baggy back walks over to the sink counter, takes out some papers and rolls a joint. I'm check'n him out from the back and he's got a killer butt! Like suffer tight! My girl starts tingling and I take out a cigarette and light up. I ALWAYS smoke when I have some horniness I want to throw kerosine on...
He turns around and I can't help myself from glance'n at his crouch. He catches me, smirks and sparks up the joint he just rolled from the pot in the baggy. He takes a hit and extends the joint to me. I take a big pull on my smoke and step up to him and feel my nipples starting to burn-my girl (clit) had already started burning at the sight of his bodacious buns. I slowly exhale off to the side and take a healthy hit off the joint, and hand it back to him.
"Now", he says, "You tell me that shit ain't worth $50 and I'll give it to you for $25." I like this guys style! (and his tight ass, and the most hefty bulge, I got a glimpse of, and, now that I'm close, I'm also growing a bit fond of the way he smells).
I take another pull of my smoke and this time just let it drift up across my face. Then I feel the high rubbing its hands slowly, all over me. Oh man, this stuff is smooth, and much stronger than it smelled. Damn! I bet it's just like him, I'm thinking-which is quickly NOT becoming my strong suit!
I reach into my clutch to take out a $50, taking a better look at his package, since I'm looking down anyway. Hard to tell for sure, but if it is a trouser snake I'm looking at, it's half way to his knees... I pass him the $50.
"Yeah, I thought so" he says, taking the money and handing me the baggy. "Where you go'n to anyway-'cause you're looking fine baby." he says in a smooth, deep voice. I can already feel his hands all over me, as strong as as smooth as his hell-sexy voice. Yeah, just like his weed....
To the toilet I say, and I bounce my rack, sway my hips and click my heels over to a stall, pulling the door closed behind me. Only it doesn't shut. He's quietly followed me and his hand's caught the door.
"Hey," I say, slightly pouting my juicy red lips as if I'm annoyed. He ignores me and smoothly eases his way into the stall. I don't say anything, so we both know what's going to happen here.
He slides the lock behind him and I notice the bits of rust that's eaten through the chrome of the latch. Oh yeah, I'm good and high and no detail is escaping me (how do I remember sh*t like that?!?)...his hands slide around my waist and he pulls me to him.
"What do you think YOU'RE doing?" I say a bit tauntingly as I turn my head and take another pull on my cigarette; which is only staying lit because it's no where near my pussy, which is just getting everything wet-and upstairs I'm in danger of loosing a sequin from my nipples which are trying to smoke stack through my dress. But we both know my protests are all part of the game we're playing now. And we both know how it ends-or I thought I did
He pulls me tight against him, then moves to my lips to plant a delicious kiss. But he never makes it, just as my eyes close in anticipation I feel his hot wet mouth on my neck, I let out a slow moan. Oh, yeah, he's smooth. As I feel him stirring and hardening, I reach back and grab that, oh so fine ass I had been looking at, and I picture it again the way it was when his back was turned. When you're nice and high, you have time to think all kinds of stuff.
He hands me the joint and I lean back a bit to take another big hit (and to give him a look down my dress).
"Huh" he says.
"Yeah, huh" I reply as I put the joint in his mouth an he takes a pull.
Some ladies come in, sniff (smelling the weed-I'm sure), giggle, do their business and leave. But then someone's rapping on the door of the stall.
"You in there Tray?" comes the same female voice who told me she could score me some weed "right here"; well, she scored me something else, "right here", I'm thinking - being way too high to even feel the remotest sense of panic.
"Yeah, baby" Tray replies. Tray, huh...yeah, okay: Tray xxooo......
He half turns and unlocks the stall, and we both have to move to let the door open inward. Latisha slides through, and then her eyes up and down me a couple times.
"Well, I can't blame you none" she says... I like Latisha too, I'm thinking. I take the joint from Tray's mouth and pass it to her. She takes a big double hit and holds it like a pro. She exhales and coughs a couple of times. She arches her eyebrows at me, "Good sh*t, ain't it?"
"Oh, yeah" I reply, sliding my eyes up and down her. Ample tits under the sweat top I'm guessing. "Good just like Tray here" I reveal my thinking without giving it a thought, then I dance around with it a bit afterwards, liking what I slipped more and more.
"Oh chica, you got no idea, but you gonna have..." she replies. Then she drops to her knees as she turns to face Tray, pulls down the front of his sweats and hefts out a massive black cock that's swelling to a near vertical position. She looks over her shoulder at me.
"Mmmmmm" I reply, loving every inch of what that's going to do to me inside the cheezy and trashy gas station toilet. Feeling suddenly all the slut, I reach behind me, lower the seat, and have a seat. Then I put my half done smoke in my mouth, just as Latisha takes him in hers. Tray is watching me with his sultry heavy lidded gaze. I reach up, heft a heavy tit in each hand and start making big circles while pinching my nipples, as I do I take a hands-free pull of my cigarette. As Tray watches me pleasure my massive rack, he puts two hands behind Latisha's head, and slowly, slowly, pulls her....all...the....way....to his balls-watching me the whole time.
I gotta give the b*tch her due, she doesn't gag even once. He HOLDS HER THERE (OMG, how is she doing THAT??!?) with one hand as he beckons me to him the large beringged index finger of his other hand. I stand up and walk over to him, sandwhiching Latisha on her knees between us. He lets go of her head, and lets his hands hang at his side.
Does she jerk off sputtering and coughing, dribbling a trail of slobber after her. No, she does not. She stays there for about 5 minutes (to my high enlightened mind anyway-more like 5 seconds!), then SLOWLY she backs herself off of him; then, she turns towards me as she stands, and kisses me full on the lips. If you know how I love mind fucks, then you know that my head was exploding at all this; deliciously exploding: like fireworks popping with passion.
Without really thinking (yeah, I'm thinking about all kinds of sh*t, but NOT about what I'm going to do before I do it-it's just happening), I drop my nearly spent cigarette and slide my hands up her shirt, and get more than a hand full of two, very warm, braless breasts. Then I feel a hand lift the front of my dress and slide into my panties, and they're WAY too small to be Tray's. We both moan at nearly the same time (to be fair, she beat me by a breast :)
She then eases me backward and onto the toilet seat, going to her knees as I go to the seat. What am I thinking? '-Man, I wish I had a huge black cock to put slowly, slowly, all...the...way...down...her....throat.' But I find I stop thinking this as I feel a tongue circling the clit she's exposed by pulling my panties aside. It's my clit.
The last thing I see is Tray slowly and confidently stroking his HUGE member.
I moan softly as I lean my head back and close my eyes. But my "mmmmmmmm's" are interrupted by a hand pulling my head forward and my eyes reluctantly open to find that there's a whole new world in front of me, and there's nothing in it but a HUGE throbbing black cock, which Tray had conveniently shuffled over to me above Latisha's head.
I WANT to take it into my mouth. I want to take it slowly, slowly, and deeply into my pussy as it painfully stretches to that place of rapture that I know lies just beyond the lakes of "holy sh*t!" and "oh, God!" But then my pussy explodes-lit by my scorching clit and I'm spasmed backwards instead as Latisha's hands find my back to brace me.
God damn! Where the F**ck did that come from?? Suddenly I'm ridding the bucking bronco that is my orgasm as my hands push against each side of the stall to keep me from rocketing up and hitting my head on the stained drop ceiling overhead. Latisha stay buried in my nicely trimmed bush. Does this chick have some oral skills OR WHAT???
Then I feel hands under my arms as Tray lifts me up, leaving Latisha holding my panties as I wriggle free of them. Pinning me to one wall of the stall, wrapping in his hug, my mind's eye can see his massive presence on a bee-line for my still dripping pussy. Latisha's expert ministrations have done nothing to prep-stretch my passage for the behemoth whose head is suddenly trying to impossibly part me. But it doesn't care. And neither do I.
I bite my lower lip and "Uh! Uh! Oh! Uh! F*ck!"ed my way into getting this monster inside of me. Wondering how the "lakes" of "holy sh*t" had become oceans pounding on ungiving rocks, I feel myself stretch... stretch....stretch...and the head is in-and filling me all by itself.
But then its pressing forward, with line after line of the cock that is its army, following behind. O God, it's pushing me open and it hurts, but I want it. I want it in me, up me, THROUGH me. Without thinking (again!) I am wiggling and writhing to impale myself willingly upon it. Upon Tray. Upon the burning, soft fence post that is his magnificant cock.
It feels like a day's journey, but it's in me. Finally. ALL the way up and in me. And I feel myself braced by Tray's hips. To go no further. I gasp as I adjust myself, as I relax onto, and into the pain that is already starting to slip from my attention. Just as I'm contemplating daring some motion, Tray reads my mind and starts to lift me up. I start a ragged intake of breath as I feel myself clinging to him and turning inside out. I see it in my mind's eye, like I'm watching a porno of it-like you're imagining it-and my breath starts a series of quick preorgasmic pants and then moans that take me with it as it gushes up within me and then down over Tray's BIG....BLACK....COCK. Just as it is passing over me, I feel myself being lowered- and my orgasm is rising up again, and I'm coming again as I bottom out against his arched-forward, standing hips; even as my mind's eye picture his tight ass, that I know is just around the corner of our coupling.
Then the delicious ride that is a glorious BBC fuck starts, and I realise that everything is perfect, more perfect than it ever could have been after going home with a stranger from the club. I'm helping him now. Curling my hips forward as he lifts me up, then arching my hips outward to give him the depths of me as he slams me down, and we hit our rhythm. I'm coming, and coming, and loosing track of my coming as he fills me and then leave me empty and wanting him back-sometime even leaving me completely: gaping and clenching air-my pussy's way of calling him back into me.
I'm sweating, he's grunting with the effort, yet somehow managing to moan at the same time. Then I get the ultimate mind f*ck-of my entire life (so far, anyway!). I feel small hands on my back turning it away from the wall of the stall and towards the toilet. Tray holds me and pivots with the tugging he senses. Then I feel Latisha's tiny hands on my ass, and a wet finger exploring inward as Tray continues relentlessly tearing my poor white pussy up. The extra stimulation from Latisha makes me gasp my way into yet another of tonight's countless orgasms. Then the small hand slides away and I feel the warm wet width of ANOTHER cock pressing against my unprepared ass. My poor mind. Latisha......has.....a.....yep, she does! She's not all lady, but she's all GURL it seems! Oh me-Oh my! What a wonderful life this is!!
She pulls my dress up over my head at last, and frees my bra, letting my huge tits slap onto Tray's shoulders, on each side of his head. He turns and takes one of my throbbing a painfully erect nipples in his mouth-as it becomes my other hole's turn to stretch onto Latisha's not insignificant cock (it turns out)! Like a piece of ash from a large fire, the upwelling waves of heat coming from both holes between my legs carries me upwards, upwards, upwards in a continuous orgasm.
"Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck me-f*ck me: F*CK ME!!!" Tray is moving me down and onto, then up and off of BOTH his and Latisha's cocks AT THE SAME TIME!!
There they are. Fucking me inside this cheap gas station toilet. Tray with his magnificent massive black cock ramming my poor tight white pussy from the front, over and over again, as my tits bounce on and off of his shoulders; while latisha's perk tits rub my bare back-as her throbbing, and oh so very hard latin cock violates my poor ass with each of Tray's perfectly guided drops of me onto both of them.
Finally, with my cum pooling in the toilet stall beneath us, I feel Latisha stiffen and then gush powerfully inside me. Soon after Tray tenses and lifts me up and off of him, setting me on the toilet seat (and pushing "Latisha" to lean over the tank and against the wall). My pussy is, I sh*t you not, still spasming in orgasm even as I feel the cold (and somewhat gritty, from Latisha's feet) toilet seat meet the trembling lips between my legs. "I....am....still....coming...coming....I manage-even as my ass oozes hot stickiness between my cheeks.
THEN, for the first time, Tray's massive black cock is in my mouth. With the huge hot head pressed against the back of my throat, the gush comes in a white hot wave. For the last time unthinking, I cut it off from coursing down my throat with the base of my tongue, until a flashing remembrance pushes through my finally subsiding orgasm: wait-I swallow!
Yes, I'm definitely THAT kind of a black cock slut. The kind you rarely see in the interracial videos...so I flatten my tongue and suck down the rebuffed first wave just in time for the second, third-and who the hell knows how many waves that follow. All I know is that I felt like I drank a glass full of Tray's pleasantly hot and yummily sticky cum, that's for sure!
Sh*t! And there we were. I can picture it all so clearly-like it JUST happened: because IT DID! My ass, even AS I WRITE THIS, is pleasantly sore and a bit swollen, and my pussy is all sticky and loose-and oh so well F*CKED!
Anyway, there we were: Tray was leaning, back against the stall, his beautiful huge black cock still bouncing slightly as his orgasm waved a final good-bye. Latisha was sitting on top of the tank and lighting up another joint, which we passed around as if it were a final reward for one of the most amazing spontaneous f*cks in all of history.
After a while, they left first. Tray with a lingering, smooth kiss, and then Latisha, looking every bit the girl with her pert tits and swinging ass. I stayed another minute as I lit up another cigarette and tried to mentally visit each part of me through the hazey high I was still languishing in. My mouth tasted, well, wonderful. My pussy, spent, stretched and so well-used. My ass invaded in the best surprise party it's ever had. I pulled hard and deep on my smoke, then-as I am now. Thinking, "I just gotta put THIS on xhamster right now-tonight!"
And so I did, and so there you have it. I can barely keep my eyes open...hope you enjoyed. Wow. F*ck me (with a big black cock any-any-time you want: f*ck me!) Yeah, this black cock slut it going to bed dirty and waking up sticky-and she wouldn't have it any other way!
Anyway, I just got back and I'm still pretty high, but I just gotta share this. I was spossed to meet the girls for some clubbing, but something else came up-and it was BIG and it was BLACK, so....I didn't really miss meeting the girls!
So, I just filled up on the way to the club and as I went in to pay (dressed to the nines!), there were some black guys standing out front. They had been watching my rack ever since I got out of the car. Can't blame them there. They're talking shit and laughing and smacking each other on the back and grabbing their crotches. Anyway, I walk passed them to pay, my heels making my rack bounce the way you know I like it to, and they're just going crazy. Okay, nothing unusual so far. After I pay I decide I want some ice cream and there's a latin chick looking too. She checks me out, lingering a bit long on my rack and heels, then asks me if I have any smoke. I say no, but wish I did. She says she can get me some right here. She looks cool so I say okay and we pay for our icecream. She says her name is latisha, and latisha is definitely NOT dressed to the nines; so I figure she just hanging around to sell.
I follow her into the toilet. There's a couple of other chicks there and so I start looking around, with a look like-are you going to do this right here? She says to wait here and she leaves. A minute later this large black guy walks in, also not at all well dressed, but clean. The other chicks leave, with one of them saying something to the guy as they pass. He hands me a baggy and says $50 bucks. I take a sniff and look at him and counter with $30. He takes the baggy back walks over to the sink counter, takes out some papers and rolls a joint. I'm check'n him out from the back and he's got a killer butt! Like suffer tight! My girl starts tingling and I take out a cigarette and light up. I ALWAYS smoke when I have some horniness I want to throw kerosine on...
He turns around and I can't help myself from glance'n at his crouch. He catches me, smirks and sparks up the joint he just rolled from the pot in the baggy. He takes a hit and extends the joint to me. I take a big pull on my smoke and step up to him and feel my nipples starting to burn-my girl (clit) had already started burning at the sight of his bodacious buns. I slowly exhale off to the side and take a healthy hit off the joint, and hand it back to him.
"Now", he says, "You tell me that shit ain't worth $50 and I'll give it to you for $25." I like this guys style! (and his tight ass, and the most hefty bulge, I got a glimpse of, and, now that I'm close, I'm also growing a bit fond of the way he smells).
I take another pull of my smoke and this time just let it drift up across my face. Then I feel the high rubbing its hands slowly, all over me. Oh man, this stuff is smooth, and much stronger than it smelled. Damn! I bet it's just like him, I'm thinking-which is quickly NOT becoming my strong suit!
I reach into my clutch to take out a $50, taking a better look at his package, since I'm looking down anyway. Hard to tell for sure, but if it is a trouser snake I'm looking at, it's half way to his knees... I pass him the $50.
"Yeah, I thought so" he says, taking the money and handing me the baggy. "Where you go'n to anyway-'cause you're looking fine baby." he says in a smooth, deep voice. I can already feel his hands all over me, as strong as as smooth as his hell-sexy voice. Yeah, just like his weed....
To the toilet I say, and I bounce my rack, sway my hips and click my heels over to a stall, pulling the door closed behind me. Only it doesn't shut. He's quietly followed me and his hand's caught the door.
"Hey," I say, slightly pouting my juicy red lips as if I'm annoyed. He ignores me and smoothly eases his way into the stall. I don't say anything, so we both know what's going to happen here.
He slides the lock behind him and I notice the bits of rust that's eaten through the chrome of the latch. Oh yeah, I'm good and high and no detail is escaping me (how do I remember sh*t like that?!?)...his hands slide around my waist and he pulls me to him.
"What do you think YOU'RE doing?" I say a bit tauntingly as I turn my head and take another pull on my cigarette; which is only staying lit because it's no where near my pussy, which is just getting everything wet-and upstairs I'm in danger of loosing a sequin from my nipples which are trying to smoke stack through my dress. But we both know my protests are all part of the game we're playing now. And we both know how it ends-or I thought I did
He pulls me tight against him, then moves to my lips to plant a delicious kiss. But he never makes it, just as my eyes close in anticipation I feel his hot wet mouth on my neck, I let out a slow moan. Oh, yeah, he's smooth. As I feel him stirring and hardening, I reach back and grab that, oh so fine ass I had been looking at, and I picture it again the way it was when his back was turned. When you're nice and high, you have time to think all kinds of stuff.
He hands me the joint and I lean back a bit to take another big hit (and to give him a look down my dress).
"Huh" he says.
"Yeah, huh" I reply as I put the joint in his mouth an he takes a pull.
Some ladies come in, sniff (smelling the weed-I'm sure), giggle, do their business and leave. But then someone's rapping on the door of the stall.
"You in there Tray?" comes the same female voice who told me she could score me some weed "right here"; well, she scored me something else, "right here", I'm thinking - being way too high to even feel the remotest sense of panic.
"Yeah, baby" Tray replies. Tray, huh...yeah, okay: Tray xxooo......
He half turns and unlocks the stall, and we both have to move to let the door open inward. Latisha slides through, and then her eyes up and down me a couple times.
"Well, I can't blame you none" she says... I like Latisha too, I'm thinking. I take the joint from Tray's mouth and pass it to her. She takes a big double hit and holds it like a pro. She exhales and coughs a couple of times. She arches her eyebrows at me, "Good sh*t, ain't it?"
"Oh, yeah" I reply, sliding my eyes up and down her. Ample tits under the sweat top I'm guessing. "Good just like Tray here" I reveal my thinking without giving it a thought, then I dance around with it a bit afterwards, liking what I slipped more and more.
"Oh chica, you got no idea, but you gonna have..." she replies. Then she drops to her knees as she turns to face Tray, pulls down the front of his sweats and hefts out a massive black cock that's swelling to a near vertical position. She looks over her shoulder at me.
"Mmmmmm" I reply, loving every inch of what that's going to do to me inside the cheezy and trashy gas station toilet. Feeling suddenly all the slut, I reach behind me, lower the seat, and have a seat. Then I put my half done smoke in my mouth, just as Latisha takes him in hers. Tray is watching me with his sultry heavy lidded gaze. I reach up, heft a heavy tit in each hand and start making big circles while pinching my nipples, as I do I take a hands-free pull of my cigarette. As Tray watches me pleasure my massive rack, he puts two hands behind Latisha's head, and slowly, slowly, pulls her....all...the....way....to his balls-watching me the whole time.
I gotta give the b*tch her due, she doesn't gag even once. He HOLDS HER THERE (OMG, how is she doing THAT??!?) with one hand as he beckons me to him the large beringged index finger of his other hand. I stand up and walk over to him, sandwhiching Latisha on her knees between us. He lets go of her head, and lets his hands hang at his side.
Does she jerk off sputtering and coughing, dribbling a trail of slobber after her. No, she does not. She stays there for about 5 minutes (to my high enlightened mind anyway-more like 5 seconds!), then SLOWLY she backs herself off of him; then, she turns towards me as she stands, and kisses me full on the lips. If you know how I love mind fucks, then you know that my head was exploding at all this; deliciously exploding: like fireworks popping with passion.
Without really thinking (yeah, I'm thinking about all kinds of sh*t, but NOT about what I'm going to do before I do it-it's just happening), I drop my nearly spent cigarette and slide my hands up her shirt, and get more than a hand full of two, very warm, braless breasts. Then I feel a hand lift the front of my dress and slide into my panties, and they're WAY too small to be Tray's. We both moan at nearly the same time (to be fair, she beat me by a breast :)
She then eases me backward and onto the toilet seat, going to her knees as I go to the seat. What am I thinking? '-Man, I wish I had a huge black cock to put slowly, slowly, all...the...way...down...her....throat.' But I find I stop thinking this as I feel a tongue circling the clit she's exposed by pulling my panties aside. It's my clit.
The last thing I see is Tray slowly and confidently stroking his HUGE member.
I moan softly as I lean my head back and close my eyes. But my "mmmmmmmm's" are interrupted by a hand pulling my head forward and my eyes reluctantly open to find that there's a whole new world in front of me, and there's nothing in it but a HUGE throbbing black cock, which Tray had conveniently shuffled over to me above Latisha's head.
I WANT to take it into my mouth. I want to take it slowly, slowly, and deeply into my pussy as it painfully stretches to that place of rapture that I know lies just beyond the lakes of "holy sh*t!" and "oh, God!" But then my pussy explodes-lit by my scorching clit and I'm spasmed backwards instead as Latisha's hands find my back to brace me.
God damn! Where the F**ck did that come from?? Suddenly I'm ridding the bucking bronco that is my orgasm as my hands push against each side of the stall to keep me from rocketing up and hitting my head on the stained drop ceiling overhead. Latisha stay buried in my nicely trimmed bush. Does this chick have some oral skills OR WHAT???
Then I feel hands under my arms as Tray lifts me up, leaving Latisha holding my panties as I wriggle free of them. Pinning me to one wall of the stall, wrapping in his hug, my mind's eye can see his massive presence on a bee-line for my still dripping pussy. Latisha's expert ministrations have done nothing to prep-stretch my passage for the behemoth whose head is suddenly trying to impossibly part me. But it doesn't care. And neither do I.
I bite my lower lip and "Uh! Uh! Oh! Uh! F*ck!"ed my way into getting this monster inside of me. Wondering how the "lakes" of "holy sh*t" had become oceans pounding on ungiving rocks, I feel myself stretch... stretch....stretch...and the head is in-and filling me all by itself.
But then its pressing forward, with line after line of the cock that is its army, following behind. O God, it's pushing me open and it hurts, but I want it. I want it in me, up me, THROUGH me. Without thinking (again!) I am wiggling and writhing to impale myself willingly upon it. Upon Tray. Upon the burning, soft fence post that is his magnificant cock.
It feels like a day's journey, but it's in me. Finally. ALL the way up and in me. And I feel myself braced by Tray's hips. To go no further. I gasp as I adjust myself, as I relax onto, and into the pain that is already starting to slip from my attention. Just as I'm contemplating daring some motion, Tray reads my mind and starts to lift me up. I start a ragged intake of breath as I feel myself clinging to him and turning inside out. I see it in my mind's eye, like I'm watching a porno of it-like you're imagining it-and my breath starts a series of quick preorgasmic pants and then moans that take me with it as it gushes up within me and then down over Tray's BIG....BLACK....COCK. Just as it is passing over me, I feel myself being lowered- and my orgasm is rising up again, and I'm coming again as I bottom out against his arched-forward, standing hips; even as my mind's eye picture his tight ass, that I know is just around the corner of our coupling.
Then the delicious ride that is a glorious BBC fuck starts, and I realise that everything is perfect, more perfect than it ever could have been after going home with a stranger from the club. I'm helping him now. Curling my hips forward as he lifts me up, then arching my hips outward to give him the depths of me as he slams me down, and we hit our rhythm. I'm coming, and coming, and loosing track of my coming as he fills me and then leave me empty and wanting him back-sometime even leaving me completely: gaping and clenching air-my pussy's way of calling him back into me.
I'm sweating, he's grunting with the effort, yet somehow managing to moan at the same time. Then I get the ultimate mind f*ck-of my entire life (so far, anyway!). I feel small hands on my back turning it away from the wall of the stall and towards the toilet. Tray holds me and pivots with the tugging he senses. Then I feel Latisha's tiny hands on my ass, and a wet finger exploring inward as Tray continues relentlessly tearing my poor white pussy up. The extra stimulation from Latisha makes me gasp my way into yet another of tonight's countless orgasms. Then the small hand slides away and I feel the warm wet width of ANOTHER cock pressing against my unprepared ass. My poor mind. Latisha......has.....a.....yep, she does! She's not all lady, but she's all GURL it seems! Oh me-Oh my! What a wonderful life this is!!
She pulls my dress up over my head at last, and frees my bra, letting my huge tits slap onto Tray's shoulders, on each side of his head. He turns and takes one of my throbbing a painfully erect nipples in his mouth-as it becomes my other hole's turn to stretch onto Latisha's not insignificant cock (it turns out)! Like a piece of ash from a large fire, the upwelling waves of heat coming from both holes between my legs carries me upwards, upwards, upwards in a continuous orgasm.
"Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck! Oh f*ck me-f*ck me: F*CK ME!!!" Tray is moving me down and onto, then up and off of BOTH his and Latisha's cocks AT THE SAME TIME!!
There they are. Fucking me inside this cheap gas station toilet. Tray with his magnificent massive black cock ramming my poor tight white pussy from the front, over and over again, as my tits bounce on and off of his shoulders; while latisha's perk tits rub my bare back-as her throbbing, and oh so very hard latin cock violates my poor ass with each of Tray's perfectly guided drops of me onto both of them.
Finally, with my cum pooling in the toilet stall beneath us, I feel Latisha stiffen and then gush powerfully inside me. Soon after Tray tenses and lifts me up and off of him, setting me on the toilet seat (and pushing "Latisha" to lean over the tank and against the wall). My pussy is, I sh*t you not, still spasming in orgasm even as I feel the cold (and somewhat gritty, from Latisha's feet) toilet seat meet the trembling lips between my legs. "I....am....still....coming...coming....I manage-even as my ass oozes hot stickiness between my cheeks.
THEN, for the first time, Tray's massive black cock is in my mouth. With the huge hot head pressed against the back of my throat, the gush comes in a white hot wave. For the last time unthinking, I cut it off from coursing down my throat with the base of my tongue, until a flashing remembrance pushes through my finally subsiding orgasm: wait-I swallow!
Yes, I'm definitely THAT kind of a black cock slut. The kind you rarely see in the interracial videos...so I flatten my tongue and suck down the rebuffed first wave just in time for the second, third-and who the hell knows how many waves that follow. All I know is that I felt like I drank a glass full of Tray's pleasantly hot and yummily sticky cum, that's for sure!
Sh*t! And there we were. I can picture it all so clearly-like it JUST happened: because IT DID! My ass, even AS I WRITE THIS, is pleasantly sore and a bit swollen, and my pussy is all sticky and loose-and oh so well F*CKED!
Anyway, there we were: Tray was leaning, back against the stall, his beautiful huge black cock still bouncing slightly as his orgasm waved a final good-bye. Latisha was sitting on top of the tank and lighting up another joint, which we passed around as if it were a final reward for one of the most amazing spontaneous f*cks in all of history.
After a while, they left first. Tray with a lingering, smooth kiss, and then Latisha, looking every bit the girl with her pert tits and swinging ass. I stayed another minute as I lit up another cigarette and tried to mentally visit each part of me through the hazey high I was still languishing in. My mouth tasted, well, wonderful. My pussy, spent, stretched and so well-used. My ass invaded in the best surprise party it's ever had. I pulled hard and deep on my smoke, then-as I am now. Thinking, "I just gotta put THIS on xhamster right now-tonight!"
And so I did, and so there you have it. I can barely keep my eyes open...hope you enjoyed. Wow. F*ck me (with a big black cock any-any-time you want: f*ck me!) Yeah, this black cock slut it going to bed dirty and waking up sticky-and she wouldn't have it any other way!
Jeannie
- 18.09.2022
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