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Ok, so my husband has gone away for the weekend again (see “My First Big Black Cock”) and I’m bored here alone. Writing about my last experience was so much fun (and got me off so good) that I thought I’d give it another try and relate another experience.
I’m dressed sexy for you this time – a short, short black skirt and a black top with a sequined neck line; fire-red net stockings inside red 12” pumps. I’ve got a push up bra on that makes me look like I have a decent rack on me, and my nipples (as I mentioned in my previous story) are simply to die for. When I stand up and walk (into the kitchen to make another white russian with my knock-me-down-and-fuck-me pumps on, my already jutting but just longs for, well, what it long for. I have what I call my red “blow job” colored lipstick on my pouty lips. I’m lighting up a fresh 100’s – so I’m drinking and smoling alone.
So, here we go….
After my first big black cock, it took nearly a month before my husband felt anything like he used to – if you remember, I had been thoroughly and painfully stretched from the opening to my tight white pussy all the way to my cervix. And, I had cum like no other cock had ever made me come before. However, being with Bobby had created a problem that was completely unexpected.
Before my first big black cock (you know I LOVE typing that, so please excuse the repetition), it was easy to imagine that Terry (my husband at the time) was fucking me with a big black cock; but, sine Bobby – and knowing what one actually felt like, it was much harder to “make it real” if you know what I mean. Even though the big black dildos weren’t the same as the real thing, they were better than Terry’s “little white dick” – as I had come to think about it. At least this was the case when we were having our porn fests (see previous story). In between our adult video binges, he satisfied me as usual (more or less); but when we were “in our gutter groove” (as we used to call it), and I wanted a big black cock, neither his, nor the huge black toys would quite do it.
I shared this with Terry, and to my surprise (and relief) it actually turned him on. In fact, he would make me tell him, over and over again, how my first big black cock felt as it gradually worked its way up in me and stretched me out oh so good. As I’d tell him all the painful – and pleasurable – details, he’d jerk off; or, he’d be inside me while I was talking. He fucking loved it, I’m here to tell you! It quickly moved onto us watching porn all day, and then hitting the bar in the hotel that we went to in the last story. There was always plenty of black guys there, and on Sat night they had live music and dancing. Terry would sit at the end of the bar near the hall leading to the restroom and I’d take off my wedding ring. I’d drink free all night.
We never ran across Bobby and his gorgeous big black cock again – though we tried cruising his neighborhood several times (in addition to hoping to see him in the bar). I found out one thing on those weekends: not all black men have huge cocks – or at least not when compared to Bobby. I checked out plenty of trouser snakes, and gave some blow jobs in the bathroom stalls, but Bobby and I agreed to hold out for some truly huge cock! Another part of our plan is that Terry would not only get to watch again, but that he’d also have to be allowed to video everything: we’d make our own interracial porn collection It took about six months before we finally met Bobby (yeah, the same name as my first BBC – how weird is that, right?).
Unlike my first though, bobby was tall and trim, but not very muscular, but, oh, his huge black cock was to die for! I have to admit, that my estimation of my first black cock might have been a bit skewed by the fact that it was my FIRST big black cock. Having a Ph.D. in Anthropology (yes, I have brains to go along with my tight white pussy!) I know how misleading first impressions can be; but it sure seemed like this Bobby’s cock was every bit as big – and even a bit thicker, as I was about to find out.
Oh, yummy! I just love typing naughty like this! It makes my little girl hard and my tight white pussy wet; and, with a few white Russians in me, I’m really enjoying sitting on our black leather couch and exposing myself to you like this! I’d even spread my legs for you so that you could see how wet I’m getting – and I would get to watch your cock get even harder – but that wouldn’t do any good, would it; cause you aren’t really here except; of course, in my mind. But the thought of remembering this and telling it to you while you jerk off (just like Terry would while he was watching me fuck all the big black cocks I fucked in these closing months of our marriage), just makes me horny as all shit!
To resume, ah, fuck! It’s getting a bit late and so if I tell this story in every little detail, I won’t be able to get up for church service in the morning (yes, I go to church every Sunday; but no, I don’t tell all about fucking big black cocks in the confessional!). So, when I first met Bobby, I was a bit disappointed at the size of his fingers (which seem to be more or less an indication of cock size); but when I saw the monster that was trying to crawl its way down his fancy threads, I knew I had found my man! Just to be sure I told him I had to go take a piss, and would he please walk me to the toilet. When we got there I checked that the nearest stall was empty and nobody was in front of the sinks, then I opened the door and pulled him in
As the door shut the music into a dim thumping that reverbed through the hollow of the bathroom, I clanked the stall closed behind us: remember, I had a bit of practice with sucking off big black cocks in this restroom as part of my scientific sampling of the bull population for a big black cock that was big enough to make me not wish I was with my first big black cock again. Bobby did not disappoint. As his trousers fell to the floor followed by his boxers, I was struck harder than I was prepared for by his huge cock springing free towards my face that was waiting at just that level.
I rapped by pouty, bright-red lips around that cock, well, almost around the head anyway. When he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it in to the back of my throat, and my jaw clicked as it was forced open unnaturally far (just like it had with the first Bobby), I knew this was it. He tried to fuck me in the stall, but I convinced him that we would have a much better time in my room upstairs (where my husband was waiting with the camcorder (yep, we’re still in the VHS years here).
We had both been drinking and helped each other stagger to the elevators. On the way I told him about my husband and our plan. At first I nearly lost him, but once I promised it was just for our private viewing pleasure, and that my husband would just film and wank off without getting involved at all, he relented. My husband started rolling as soon as we walked in the door. (He’s since converted the vid to digital and uploaded it; but these weren’t our plans at the time – so I wasn’t lying to Bobby that night. You can still find it, but in some twisted need to keep my word to Bobby, I’m not going to tell you where, hehehe; yet I hope you have fun looking!! If you find it, leave a comment on which one you think it is, I’ll confirm it if you get it right!)
(Just to be a bit of a cunt – hehehe – I’m not going to put this in the order it actually happened cause that would make your job too easy in finding the video previously mentioned; hehehe). We made out while my husband was tapeing. Hi huge black cock wasn’t quite hard inside his boxers, so I reached down and started rubbing the giant bulge waiting there.. It wasn’t long before I moved onto my knees and took him into my mouth, popping my jaw again in the process. My small fingers couldn’t circle all the way round his big black cock and sometimes I’d have to use two hands. With his help I could work about half of it down my throat.
Finally the time I had longed for arrived. He lay me back and suspended himself over my tiny body (see previous story for more about me). He pressed the head of his hot, big black cock against my tight white pussy and held it there. I could feel it throbbing against the wet entrance of my pussy; but its heat covered not only my tiny slit, but all around my lips – it felt like it dominated my whole groin. How was I ever going to get this thing inside of me. Maybe I had been over confident: maybe my eyes were bigger than my little, tight white pussy! None-the-less, here we were; or here I was.
I don’t know why the fuck I was waiting for him to start the bumping rhythm that the first Bobby had used on me to gradually pry me open, but I was. However, this Bobby just pushed like the fuck until he popped his head inside. Holy shit!!! It burned and I felt some tearing, then burning, but I just clenched my teeth and grunted. Fuck, this hurt!! I protested, I let him know it was hurting me, but this Bobby couldn’t have given a fat fuck. He just kept pushing it inside me. After a few thrusts he had already stretched, and torn, his way deep inside of me. It still hurt like I couldn’t believe it: far more than my first experience. I really didn’t want to be here any more, but I couldn’t go anywhere with his telephone pole cock stuck up inside of me. I felt like if I would have move I would have split myself wide open.
He just started pumping and wedging himself deeper and deeper inside of my tight, oh so very fucking too tight white pussy. His big black cock was fucking relentless and there was nowhere to go. Then, fucking finally, it started to happen just like before. Within the pain a tingle of pleasure started to tickle. Then I started to be able to see what was happening. That this thick big black cock was tearing itself into me. I was this tiny white bitch being fucked by this huge black cocked bull, and once again I started to love the feeling of being TOTALLY dominated, knowing this black man was working his big black cock up inside of me without mercy; not caring if he was hurting me or making me feel good. I was his bitch, his slut. I fucking loved it…and I started to moan…
My first orgasm hit me as soon as I felt my clit stretch down and touch his big black cock, I told him I was cumming. It meant nothing to him- and I loved that. He was using me, impaling me for HIS pleasure, and I was loving being used. It was even so much more than I thought it would be, and I know that my husband was catching it all on tape. I so felt like one of those black cock sluts that we watched all the time during our porn fests – because I WAS one of those sluts (the video of me that’s now up on the internet testifies to this). I was hooked and from that moment, as I came and came as he kept working, shoving, forcing his thick black cock deep inside me. When he hit my cervix he rammed it open and my orgasms lept iup and up and up. Every time I came my tight white pussy clamped down on his huge black cock and kept his cock feeling impossibly huge as it worked in and out of me.
Whenever he pulled it out to change positions, I felt like my huge, dominating pleasure pole plopped out of me- sucking its fullness and my orgasms out with it. My pussy kept twitching to have his big black cock back inside me. I rode him; He fucked me like a dog and each tine he entered my tight white pussy it hurt; but each time the pleasure of being not only filled, but split, welled up inside of me quicker and stronger. I don’t know how many times I came that night. But I came so strong and so hard and oh, so very much. I think it was because I was cumming from both my pussy being impossibly stretched in an exquisite combination of pleasure and ripping pain, and also from my clit being forced downward onto Bobby’s big black cock from my tiny white pussy stretching so far there was just no other place for it to go: so that I could feel the length of his large veined cock rippling past it and the thumping and flopping off and then back onto it whenever he pulled his bulging big black cock out of my tight white pussy.
Know you know why us girls with tiny, tight white pussies get hooked so easily on big black cocks. Let me give you an example that you might be able to understand. Imagine that there were no pussies, asses or mouths on women out there. And that you – and most women, especially white ones, only had one thumb and one index finger on their hands. So, all your life, when you jerked off, and every time you had sex your only experience was with a dry index finger and thumb. Now, you’d still be able to come. And you’d love it when you did. And your wife or girlfriend would be able to satisfy you. Then, one day, some big titted black woman came along and lubed you up real good, but she had five fingers on her hand and gripped the whole length of your cock nice and tight and then jerked up and down on your cock. How would it compare to everything else you had ever felt? Well, that’s what it’s like. Do you get it now?
Once you’ve felts a big black cock stretching you out and dragging your clit down onto it, with both of these things making you cum like you’ve never come before, its just hard to be satisfied with a dry thumb and index finger jerking you off. Now, if you’ve never experienced it, you’re okay. But once you do, if you’re strong, and you feel awful and guilty about having done it – and you love the man attached to the little white dick you have – then you can try your best to forget about it. But, if you’re already sexually twisted and liberated like me, you just gotta have all five fingers gripping you tight and jerking you with abandon.
Terry and I totally got off on the video, but we never got a chance to make any others. He could tell that his two-fingers just weren’t doing it for me and it came so that the only way we actually got off together was when he was watching me stretch myself out by working our huge black dildo inside of me while we both talked about how the imaginary black bull was fucking me with his huge black cock (and usually while watching one of the videos we made). I lost my connection with him and eventually we drifted apart. The other black cocks he taped me being with are another story; as is the journey that got me to my current husband. He’s not black, but he loves anal sex and so do I. That’s usually how we do it. Whenever he takes my pussy, he uses a huge black strap on (that he always takes with him when he goes out of town) and I call him, yes, “Bobby”. Of course there have been, and will be, many more “live” big black cock stretching my tight little white pussy. But more about that another time.
Sorry, I feel like this story won’t be as well written as my first one – all the white Russians! In the meantime I’ve acquired and huge black dildo of my own with a suction cup base. It’s stuck one of the glass panes of our French doors and telling you this has got me in the mood to fuck it all night long. So I’m going to light up and walk over to my new black, exceptionally well-hung, stranger that has come over for the evening. I’m going to push my tits against the glass as I grab his big black cock: then he’s going to fuck me all night long (I’ve decided to skip church and sleep in tomorrow morning – guess I’m a bad girl after all….) Just wish you could sit on the couch and watch me. Yeah, I’m a black cock slut – but who wants a dry two-finger hand job – hahaha…
I’m dressed sexy for you this time – a short, short black skirt and a black top with a sequined neck line; fire-red net stockings inside red 12” pumps. I’ve got a push up bra on that makes me look like I have a decent rack on me, and my nipples (as I mentioned in my previous story) are simply to die for. When I stand up and walk (into the kitchen to make another white russian with my knock-me-down-and-fuck-me pumps on, my already jutting but just longs for, well, what it long for. I have what I call my red “blow job” colored lipstick on my pouty lips. I’m lighting up a fresh 100’s – so I’m drinking and smoling alone.
So, here we go….
After my first big black cock, it took nearly a month before my husband felt anything like he used to – if you remember, I had been thoroughly and painfully stretched from the opening to my tight white pussy all the way to my cervix. And, I had cum like no other cock had ever made me come before. However, being with Bobby had created a problem that was completely unexpected.
Before my first big black cock (you know I LOVE typing that, so please excuse the repetition), it was easy to imagine that Terry (my husband at the time) was fucking me with a big black cock; but, sine Bobby – and knowing what one actually felt like, it was much harder to “make it real” if you know what I mean. Even though the big black dildos weren’t the same as the real thing, they were better than Terry’s “little white dick” – as I had come to think about it. At least this was the case when we were having our porn fests (see previous story). In between our adult video binges, he satisfied me as usual (more or less); but when we were “in our gutter groove” (as we used to call it), and I wanted a big black cock, neither his, nor the huge black toys would quite do it.
I shared this with Terry, and to my surprise (and relief) it actually turned him on. In fact, he would make me tell him, over and over again, how my first big black cock felt as it gradually worked its way up in me and stretched me out oh so good. As I’d tell him all the painful – and pleasurable – details, he’d jerk off; or, he’d be inside me while I was talking. He fucking loved it, I’m here to tell you! It quickly moved onto us watching porn all day, and then hitting the bar in the hotel that we went to in the last story. There was always plenty of black guys there, and on Sat night they had live music and dancing. Terry would sit at the end of the bar near the hall leading to the restroom and I’d take off my wedding ring. I’d drink free all night.
We never ran across Bobby and his gorgeous big black cock again – though we tried cruising his neighborhood several times (in addition to hoping to see him in the bar). I found out one thing on those weekends: not all black men have huge cocks – or at least not when compared to Bobby. I checked out plenty of trouser snakes, and gave some blow jobs in the bathroom stalls, but Bobby and I agreed to hold out for some truly huge cock! Another part of our plan is that Terry would not only get to watch again, but that he’d also have to be allowed to video everything: we’d make our own interracial porn collection It took about six months before we finally met Bobby (yeah, the same name as my first BBC – how weird is that, right?).
Unlike my first though, bobby was tall and trim, but not very muscular, but, oh, his huge black cock was to die for! I have to admit, that my estimation of my first black cock might have been a bit skewed by the fact that it was my FIRST big black cock. Having a Ph.D. in Anthropology (yes, I have brains to go along with my tight white pussy!) I know how misleading first impressions can be; but it sure seemed like this Bobby’s cock was every bit as big – and even a bit thicker, as I was about to find out.
Oh, yummy! I just love typing naughty like this! It makes my little girl hard and my tight white pussy wet; and, with a few white Russians in me, I’m really enjoying sitting on our black leather couch and exposing myself to you like this! I’d even spread my legs for you so that you could see how wet I’m getting – and I would get to watch your cock get even harder – but that wouldn’t do any good, would it; cause you aren’t really here except; of course, in my mind. But the thought of remembering this and telling it to you while you jerk off (just like Terry would while he was watching me fuck all the big black cocks I fucked in these closing months of our marriage), just makes me horny as all shit!
To resume, ah, fuck! It’s getting a bit late and so if I tell this story in every little detail, I won’t be able to get up for church service in the morning (yes, I go to church every Sunday; but no, I don’t tell all about fucking big black cocks in the confessional!). So, when I first met Bobby, I was a bit disappointed at the size of his fingers (which seem to be more or less an indication of cock size); but when I saw the monster that was trying to crawl its way down his fancy threads, I knew I had found my man! Just to be sure I told him I had to go take a piss, and would he please walk me to the toilet. When we got there I checked that the nearest stall was empty and nobody was in front of the sinks, then I opened the door and pulled him in
As the door shut the music into a dim thumping that reverbed through the hollow of the bathroom, I clanked the stall closed behind us: remember, I had a bit of practice with sucking off big black cocks in this restroom as part of my scientific sampling of the bull population for a big black cock that was big enough to make me not wish I was with my first big black cock again. Bobby did not disappoint. As his trousers fell to the floor followed by his boxers, I was struck harder than I was prepared for by his huge cock springing free towards my face that was waiting at just that level.
I rapped by pouty, bright-red lips around that cock, well, almost around the head anyway. When he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it in to the back of my throat, and my jaw clicked as it was forced open unnaturally far (just like it had with the first Bobby), I knew this was it. He tried to fuck me in the stall, but I convinced him that we would have a much better time in my room upstairs (where my husband was waiting with the camcorder (yep, we’re still in the VHS years here).
We had both been drinking and helped each other stagger to the elevators. On the way I told him about my husband and our plan. At first I nearly lost him, but once I promised it was just for our private viewing pleasure, and that my husband would just film and wank off without getting involved at all, he relented. My husband started rolling as soon as we walked in the door. (He’s since converted the vid to digital and uploaded it; but these weren’t our plans at the time – so I wasn’t lying to Bobby that night. You can still find it, but in some twisted need to keep my word to Bobby, I’m not going to tell you where, hehehe; yet I hope you have fun looking!! If you find it, leave a comment on which one you think it is, I’ll confirm it if you get it right!)
(Just to be a bit of a cunt – hehehe – I’m not going to put this in the order it actually happened cause that would make your job too easy in finding the video previously mentioned; hehehe). We made out while my husband was tapeing. Hi huge black cock wasn’t quite hard inside his boxers, so I reached down and started rubbing the giant bulge waiting there.. It wasn’t long before I moved onto my knees and took him into my mouth, popping my jaw again in the process. My small fingers couldn’t circle all the way round his big black cock and sometimes I’d have to use two hands. With his help I could work about half of it down my throat.
Finally the time I had longed for arrived. He lay me back and suspended himself over my tiny body (see previous story for more about me). He pressed the head of his hot, big black cock against my tight white pussy and held it there. I could feel it throbbing against the wet entrance of my pussy; but its heat covered not only my tiny slit, but all around my lips – it felt like it dominated my whole groin. How was I ever going to get this thing inside of me. Maybe I had been over confident: maybe my eyes were bigger than my little, tight white pussy! None-the-less, here we were; or here I was.
I don’t know why the fuck I was waiting for him to start the bumping rhythm that the first Bobby had used on me to gradually pry me open, but I was. However, this Bobby just pushed like the fuck until he popped his head inside. Holy shit!!! It burned and I felt some tearing, then burning, but I just clenched my teeth and grunted. Fuck, this hurt!! I protested, I let him know it was hurting me, but this Bobby couldn’t have given a fat fuck. He just kept pushing it inside me. After a few thrusts he had already stretched, and torn, his way deep inside of me. It still hurt like I couldn’t believe it: far more than my first experience. I really didn’t want to be here any more, but I couldn’t go anywhere with his telephone pole cock stuck up inside of me. I felt like if I would have move I would have split myself wide open.
He just started pumping and wedging himself deeper and deeper inside of my tight, oh so very fucking too tight white pussy. His big black cock was fucking relentless and there was nowhere to go. Then, fucking finally, it started to happen just like before. Within the pain a tingle of pleasure started to tickle. Then I started to be able to see what was happening. That this thick big black cock was tearing itself into me. I was this tiny white bitch being fucked by this huge black cocked bull, and once again I started to love the feeling of being TOTALLY dominated, knowing this black man was working his big black cock up inside of me without mercy; not caring if he was hurting me or making me feel good. I was his bitch, his slut. I fucking loved it…and I started to moan…
My first orgasm hit me as soon as I felt my clit stretch down and touch his big black cock, I told him I was cumming. It meant nothing to him- and I loved that. He was using me, impaling me for HIS pleasure, and I was loving being used. It was even so much more than I thought it would be, and I know that my husband was catching it all on tape. I so felt like one of those black cock sluts that we watched all the time during our porn fests – because I WAS one of those sluts (the video of me that’s now up on the internet testifies to this). I was hooked and from that moment, as I came and came as he kept working, shoving, forcing his thick black cock deep inside me. When he hit my cervix he rammed it open and my orgasms lept iup and up and up. Every time I came my tight white pussy clamped down on his huge black cock and kept his cock feeling impossibly huge as it worked in and out of me.
Whenever he pulled it out to change positions, I felt like my huge, dominating pleasure pole plopped out of me- sucking its fullness and my orgasms out with it. My pussy kept twitching to have his big black cock back inside me. I rode him; He fucked me like a dog and each tine he entered my tight white pussy it hurt; but each time the pleasure of being not only filled, but split, welled up inside of me quicker and stronger. I don’t know how many times I came that night. But I came so strong and so hard and oh, so very much. I think it was because I was cumming from both my pussy being impossibly stretched in an exquisite combination of pleasure and ripping pain, and also from my clit being forced downward onto Bobby’s big black cock from my tiny white pussy stretching so far there was just no other place for it to go: so that I could feel the length of his large veined cock rippling past it and the thumping and flopping off and then back onto it whenever he pulled his bulging big black cock out of my tight white pussy.
Know you know why us girls with tiny, tight white pussies get hooked so easily on big black cocks. Let me give you an example that you might be able to understand. Imagine that there were no pussies, asses or mouths on women out there. And that you – and most women, especially white ones, only had one thumb and one index finger on their hands. So, all your life, when you jerked off, and every time you had sex your only experience was with a dry index finger and thumb. Now, you’d still be able to come. And you’d love it when you did. And your wife or girlfriend would be able to satisfy you. Then, one day, some big titted black woman came along and lubed you up real good, but she had five fingers on her hand and gripped the whole length of your cock nice and tight and then jerked up and down on your cock. How would it compare to everything else you had ever felt? Well, that’s what it’s like. Do you get it now?
Once you’ve felts a big black cock stretching you out and dragging your clit down onto it, with both of these things making you cum like you’ve never come before, its just hard to be satisfied with a dry thumb and index finger jerking you off. Now, if you’ve never experienced it, you’re okay. But once you do, if you’re strong, and you feel awful and guilty about having done it – and you love the man attached to the little white dick you have – then you can try your best to forget about it. But, if you’re already sexually twisted and liberated like me, you just gotta have all five fingers gripping you tight and jerking you with abandon.
Terry and I totally got off on the video, but we never got a chance to make any others. He could tell that his two-fingers just weren’t doing it for me and it came so that the only way we actually got off together was when he was watching me stretch myself out by working our huge black dildo inside of me while we both talked about how the imaginary black bull was fucking me with his huge black cock (and usually while watching one of the videos we made). I lost my connection with him and eventually we drifted apart. The other black cocks he taped me being with are another story; as is the journey that got me to my current husband. He’s not black, but he loves anal sex and so do I. That’s usually how we do it. Whenever he takes my pussy, he uses a huge black strap on (that he always takes with him when he goes out of town) and I call him, yes, “Bobby”. Of course there have been, and will be, many more “live” big black cock stretching my tight little white pussy. But more about that another time.
Sorry, I feel like this story won’t be as well written as my first one – all the white Russians! In the meantime I’ve acquired and huge black dildo of my own with a suction cup base. It’s stuck one of the glass panes of our French doors and telling you this has got me in the mood to fuck it all night long. So I’m going to light up and walk over to my new black, exceptionally well-hung, stranger that has come over for the evening. I’m going to push my tits against the glass as I grab his big black cock: then he’s going to fuck me all night long (I’ve decided to skip church and sleep in tomorrow morning – guess I’m a bad girl after all….) Just wish you could sit on the couch and watch me. Yeah, I’m a black cock slut – but who wants a dry two-finger hand job – hahaha…
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