The story you wanted to hear...
So, I said I would pick a winner of which story you wanted to hear by this week. Looks like you want to hear about me introducing my friend to some BBC.
I had known this married couple since we were neighbors at a mobile home park many years ago. Jay and Carol were a little younger than me. In those days (this is almost 20 years ago), I had mostly spoken to Jay when we were working on our yards or just outside at the same time. Jay was very southern. I had an idea he wouldn’t like my attitude on interracial sex. For the first couple of years I knew them, I barely spoke to Carol.
It was about the third year of knowing them, I was asked by Jay if I knew of any jobs available in the area. Carol had just quit her previous job and was looking for employment. I suggested they try the retail store I was working at, I even told them I would drop by the HR department and give them my recommendation they hire her. In truth, I had no pull or influence in them giving her the job, but Carol would often say it was because of me that she worked there. A year or two later, Jay and Carol separated and then finally divorced. By that time, Carol and I became much closer since we worked the same shift and often took our lunches together. After Jay moved out, Carol would even call me or come over (she stayed in the trailer with their two sons) to watch movies or just hang out.
Carol is an attractive blond, I would describe her physically as plump or curvy. I don’t want to make her sound overweight but with her curves, she doesn’t have a slim stomach but trust me she is far from fat. In the looks department I would describe her as a younger Paula Dean look-a-like, especially these days, with a huge smile and bright eyes. She usually wears her hair in a bouffant style, big and with curls and is often not shy with her make-up. She also loves to wear her big jewelry, particularly earrings. She is usually in jeans and has a deep southern accent. If I am describing a stereotypical southern bell, you are getting the picture.
More and more we became closer, but never romantic or physical. I tried not long after Jay moved out, but she turned me down, very sweetly but I had the feeling she still wasn’t over Jay and didn’t want to hurt her chance of getting him back. I would eventually leave the job and move out of the trailer park, but something interesting happened between us before I did.
One night Carol came over to watch a movie, as I was making popcorn and fixing us some drinks, I told her to look for a movie to watch from my library. She asked jokingly if I had any porn movies, without thinking I told her where my secret stash was and instantly regretted it because I knew she would find mostly interracial movies. I hoped she was kidding and didn’t go into cabinet they sat in (my video library was in my man cave, so I couldn’t see her) she emerged carrying three different DVDs, all interracial themed. “Can we watch one of these?!” she asked with real elation in her voice.
I said if that’s what she wants to watch I was ok with it, but I was afraid it would get uncomfortable to watch a porno alone with a woman that I had no physical relation with. For the first two scenes, around 30 minutes, Carol didn’t say a word and I chose not to say anything in fear it would trigger her in a bad way. Into the third scene, Carol asked why I had so many interracial movies in my collection. “I’m an interracialist.” I answered openly and honestly.
She started asking a lot of questions about sex with black women, if the sex was different and most importantly, better. I answered all of her questions and when we started the second movie, Carol started to confess things she had never told me, maybe to anyone.
She opened up that she and Jay had a very active and often wild sex life. She said that despite being a heavy drinker, Jay was her best lover, hands down and well-endowed to boot. They had threesomes (mostly with another woman) and had sex with a few couples, they were basically swingers until their kids got old enough to figure out things. She also told me she fulfilled all her sexual fantasies except for one. Her #1 fantasy was to have sex with a hung black man, one bigger than Jay, but she knew he would never have anything to do with it and she couldn’t bring herself to cheat on him like that.
As we watched images of some very well-endowed black men with some sexy white women, Carol and I talked openly and frankly. I could tell she was getting turned on. She became animated as she opened up about this long-time fantasy that she had for many years, but this was the first time she ever seen interracial porn. She told me she heard of the myth of black men and how they were sexually, but now, seeing her first nude black men was obviously exciting to her. Somehow, someway through our talking and the explicit scenes on my television, I was able to get my hand into her pants. I began to finger her as she cooed out her powerful and deep desire to try a black man. Her pussy was soaking wet… AMAZINGLY WET and she came in less than five minutes. I hadn’t even got any of her clothes off or pull my cock out of my pants before she orgasmed forcefully and excused herself to my bathroom. When she came out, she said she had to leave. I figured she regretted letting me finger her.
It was a night we didn’t talk about for over a year. By the time we broached the subject again, I had left the job we worked together, and I moved to my condo. Carol told me that her confessing how she wanted to try a black man was a huge deal to her and I was the only person on earth (including her female friends) that she told this to. Once again, we started to build our friendship, but we would go months between having a phone conversation or going out to dinner or a movie. Carol got a new boyfriend. When her kids were old enough to move out, he moved in.
Our conversations would often be how she grew tired of her new man, how he was nowhere near the lover that Jay was (in size or ability). She also couldn’t hang out with me nearly as much or call because he was intensely jealous after he met me. But during one conversation, she said Paul (the new boyfriend) was really pushing her to want to try a big black cock more than ever.
So last summer, Carol called to say hi. I couldn’t call her since the last time I did, Paul was there and she said he blew a gasket that I had called her. Within five minutes she asked me if I had bought any more interracial movies. I offered to buy her one, but she quickly shot down that idea. I told her I had a few new ones and told her about the Blacked series. Carol said she wanted to see the movies and told me she could sneak over the next day to watch them.
When Carol came over, she was looking pretty good, a little older then when I last saw her (it had been well over five years since we saw each other). She maybe put on a few pounds, but it made her boobs and butt look even fuller. We hugged and sat on my couch to talk & catch up. I got the sense she was ready to kick her boyfriend out and that she was horny as hell. She told me all she could think about was trying a big black cock. How she watched interracial videos on the internet and hid a black dildo from her boyfriend. She joked she wanted to tell him about her fantasy because she knew it would make him leave her.
We never watched the video, but for the first time Carol gave me a blow job while I played with her pussy as I told her about her fucking a black man with a big cock. Right in the middle of our first sex, I asked her how much she REALLY wanted to try a black cock. When she told me a lot and that she was dead serious, I told her I could fix her up with a black man with an amazing cock. My friend De’Andre came to mind, but I knew I was pushing my and Carol’s luck since I hadn’t spoken to De’Andre in a good while.
When Carol realized I was dead serious she froze and stopped sucking my cock. I could tell the possibility of actually having her first BBC hit her like a ton of bricks. Carol started to ask questions about De’Andre like how old he was, how did I know him and mostly was I serious about how big his cock was. The intrigue was intense and you could see the thought of actually having sex with a hung black man was getting to her. The one thing I didn’t tell her was that I had been with De’Andre. I lied and told her that a female friend of mine had been with him and we became friends. I really didn’t know how she would react to the news that I had fucked and sucked De’Andre myself.
I got Carol out of her clothes and the sight of her naked was exciting. As I said she looked as if she had put on a few pounds, but the woman had some impressive tits and her pussy was just as I like them, hairy but trimmed. Her ass was equally impressive. If you have a MILF fantasy, no matter what your age is, Carol would be the ideal woman of your dreams. We went to my bedroom. I was excited about the prospect of fucking this woman for the first time. She wanted to talk about De'Andre and having me describe what it would be like if she had her first BBC.
Carol became even more crazy with horniness as I fucked her and told her more and more about De’Andre. I made it out like my fictional friend told me all about his cock, but the truth was my descriptions came from a first-hand account, including how much cum that man could produce (which drove her nuts with excitement). As my cock went in and out of her, I gave her detailed descriptions of his size, his hardness, his huge balls, his stamina, his incredible stamina and most of all his amazing technique. Carol was practically calling out for him when she came with my cock pounding her pussy and her rubbing her clit at the same time.
Carol thanked me for the best sex she had in years (I think she was sincere) and she told me she would get back to me as she needed to think about it. It wasn’t even twenty minutes when she called back to say “ok, I’m in!”.
I got a hold of De’Andre, it had been a long time since we talked but I asked him as a favor as much as giving him an opportunity to hook up with a hot older white woman (Carol was in her early 50’s by this time). I knew De’Andre had a thing for this type of woman; older, white and never been with a black man. De’Andre was interested.
Getting them together was easier than I expected, and the meeting happened much faster than I thought it would. Carol said when De’Andre wanted to meet her, she would be there. Even if it was at night. It was two nights later when I got the two over to my place. Carol just said she was going to work but called out. She said she even said she had a backup if Paul discovered she wasn’t at work, she would have her son (who didn’t like Paul) lie to say he called her to help with his baby.
Both of them got to my condo within ten minutes with De’Andre getting here first. De’Andre shocked me when I opened the door, he had lost maybe 15 pounds and was looking very fit. He told me he had been working out regularly and watching what he ate. I knew Carol would like what she saw and sure enough, when she first laid eyes on him, she glowed with approval. She even commented that I didn’t mention how tall he was.
One thing I should tell you, both Carol and De’Andre agreed I could watch. I even told them both not to be surprised if I started to jerk off while watching them go at it. But I sensed it was my presence that made their introduction a bit… uneasy. We all started to talk and then I basically took myself out of the conversation, hoping it would get them going, but it just lingered. They were being cordial, but the conversation wasn’t even getting sexual in any way. I decided maybe what they needed was privacy. It was then I told them I had to get something out of my car, it had been 15-20 minutes since they met, and they were still sitting on the ends of my couch. I left them like that when I left my condo.
I walked around my parking lot. Every minute felt like ten minutes, I could feel myself getting anxious. If I walked in too early, I might set things back again, if I was too late, I might miss something very hot. I waited and waited until I couldn’t wait any longer. I made my way back to my condo and walked in, quietly. I could hear some promising sounds from around the corner. I quietly closed and secured the door and tip-toed into my living room to discover Carol was knelt over on the couch, sucking De’Andre’s cock. She was moaning in delight.
Good ole De’Andre was as reliable as ever; I could see his rod was up and impressive as ever. His pants were open and his cock was rock hard as Carol was exploring it with her mouth. The sounds she was making was one of discovery and amazement. I had to guess they were only a few minutes into this, so I don’t think I missed much, but I would have loved to have seen her expression when she first laid eyes on his big black cock. I seriously doubt that either of them knew I was back in the living room for several minutes. I just watched them for a while as inconspicuously as possible, taking in the sight of Carol enjoying her first big black cock and enjoying it she obviously was. You didn’t have to be a mind reader to tell she was impressed, overwhelmed and thrilled with what she had in her mouth.
She either saw me watching or sensed that I was in the hallway when she jumped up and said, “Why didn’t you tell me you sucked De’Andre’s cock!”
I was thrown off by her inquiry, I never thought to tell De’Andre not to tell Carol what we had done, since I didn’t think he would want her to know. But she knew and seemed very agreeable to the notion that I had done to De’Andre what she was doing to him. I simply shrugged and said, “I didn’t think you would want to know.”
She motioned for me to come over and said, “I want to see you suck his cock!”
I walked over. She had his cock in her hand when I knelt in front of him while she remained straddled to his side. I licked my lips and opened wide. It had been over a year since I tasted his cock, when my mouth took his head in, Carol gasped and squealed in delight. “You were right! His cock is everything you said it would be, but now I know how you knew so much!”
With that she leaned back down to join me, licking his sizable shaft while I continued on his head. It quickly became a blowjob battle as she took it out of my mouth and started to suck his cock. I gave her a minute or two to suck De’Andre’s sizable dick then took it from her. We repeated this over and over for several minutes as it was apparent that we both wanted to suck this ebony monster. If one of us wasn’t bobbing on his dick, the other was licking that impressive shaft.
While the two of us were working De’Andre’s dick, he was working on getting Carol out of her clothes. I pulled away to find she had her jeans and panties pulled down to her knees. De’Andre was rubbing her pussy as she was on her elbows and knees, hunched over sucking his cock. He also managed to get her top off and bra removed. I decided to get up to pull off her pants to help her get totally naked. I let her have De’Andre’s big black cock to herself as I licked her pussy from behind. I didn’t announce it, but I was getting her pussy ready for some BBC. My licking wasn’t really needed too much, Carol’s pussy was soaking wet, maybe even wetter than that night at my trailer.
De’Andre asked Carol if she was ready for his cock in her, she answered an enthusiastic. “Yes!” She was positioned in the middle of the couch and De’Andre got out of his clothes. I watched Carol’s eyes light up as she got a glimpse of a totally nude De’Andre. He had been working out; he was as toned as I ever saw him. I remember she seemed excited about being with a man so much younger than herself, De’Andre was well over 20 years her junior. As he knelt in front of her, Carol opened her legs wide and up in the air. I have never seen a woman invite a man inside her as eagerly as she was showing.
I stood to the side of them and pulled my cock out of my pants in anticipation of what I was about to witness. De’Andre jerked his cock a few times, getting the maximum wood he wanted to have and put the cock between Carol’s pussy lips. She simply watched and uttered, “Oh yeah! Oh God, yeah!”
Carol’s pussy not only accepted her first big black cock with gusto, but De’Andre must have gotten the sense she was made for cock like his. He seemed to take no caution or reserve; De’Andre filled her pussy with all 10+ inches with haste and began to fuck her with power and speed. Carol squealed in delight and watched with intensity. I could tell the sight of her pussy being filled with De’Andre’s massive ebony tool thrilled her to no end.
I jerked off at the sight of these two making beautiful mixed-race music together. In seconds they went to fucking like a couple who had been together for years. It was like they had instant chemistry. It was really amazing to watch. Although De’Andre was stuffing nearly all of his thick elongated black cock into her, her pussy lips were showing signs of never experiencing a dick of this size, with her lips looking like they were going to explode with the workout. Carol just encouraged De’Andre to give it to her anyway he wanted. She was willing to take the pounding.
De’Andre wasn’t coy or apprehensive in showing the older white woman what he could do. Holding her legs open by her thighs, he pumped that ebony weapon deep and with powered thrust. Carol’s pussy made loud sloshing noises, showing abundant self-lubrication. The lady was over-the-top in her excitement. She called out to him with lust and a tone of extreme admiration. She gushed at how incredibly impressed she was with how he fucked her. I then recalled how she glowingly bragged about how her ex-husband was the best lover she ever had. I had to find out how De’Andre compared to him. I was prepared if she wasn’t ready to make such a tough decision.
“Carol, how does Dee’s (my nickname for him) cock hold up to Jay?” I asked nosily.
“Are you kidding?” She responded. I thought I may have been way out of line for a second. “Not… even… close…” She answered between thrust. At first, I thought she was meaning Jay was more endowed (which I wouldn't have believed), but she quickly elaborated, "Jay couldn't hold a candle to De'Andre... Jay is big, but this cock is HUMONGOUS!" De’Andre didn’t slow down or pause to give her a chance to reflect. He just kept impressing her with masterful strokes as she continued. “De’Andre has the best cock I have ever had… in… my… life!”
I could tell this woman wasn’t embellishing her answer in the slightest. I opened an opportunity for her to praise De’Andre, as if she was just itching to do so. “I’ve never had a cock so big or as beautiful… his cock is unreal!” She gleamed.
I thought I would roll along with it, she seemed eager to tell De’Andre exactly what she thought of him. “Does Dee fuck you better than Jay did?’
“10 times… 100 times better than Jay did!” She exclaimed with moans. “I have never had a man fuck me like this!” Carol simply couldn’t take her eyes off the pounding she was receiving either. I imagine the sight was as pleasing as the sensation.
Carol then had a request. I remembered she said during that night we first opened up with each other when Jay fucked her doggie style, she could feel his big dick in her the deepest and he fucked her the hardest in that position. She told me that was the way she liked it the most. She begged De’Andre to give it to her while she was on her elbows and knees. De’Andre pulled out of her and pulled her up, leading her into my bedroom. I stayed behind to give them a little privacy and to get out of my clothes. My cock was rock hard, I could have came any second, so I decided to simmer down in fear of boiling over too quickly.
Within seconds I could hear them going at it. The sound of hips slapping ass cheeks and Carol’s throaty moans of ecstasy filled my condo. Again, I counted the minutes, but I couldn’t stay away for long. When I walked in, the image was stunning. There was Carol, red faced with her head violently thrashing around, it appeared she was being physically overwhelmed. She had grabbed a handful of the bed’s comforter with both hands as if she needed the grip to aid her in taking De’Andre’s pounding. De’Andre had a formidable grip on Carol’s ass with both hands as he hammered that heavy ebony weapon like a jack hammer into her body. Carol looked as if she was able to take nearly every inch inside her. I have estimated that De’Andre has an 11” cock, if I grip it with both hands, he still has a good couple of inches of shaft and that big head out of my grip. It is so dammed impressive to hold.
I really couldn’t decide whether to join them or just enjoy the show. I decided on the latter; this was too amazing to watch. I had fantasized what Carol would look like taking a black cock, this was beyond my wildest dreams. There was no doubt this was her greatest fantasy, her most powerful desire. Carol was in absolute heaven; the proof was right before me with her reaction. She had confided to me that fucking someone around her son’s age (he was 26) was also a deep dark secret, when I told her that De’Andre was in his late 20’s, I heard the excitement in her voice.
Carol had a painful expression on her face, her eyes were shut hard and her jaw was clenched. The exasperation nearly appeared she was in more pain than pleasure. Suddenly she cried out, “De’Andre… stick your thumb in my ass! Please… oh God, I think I want your cock in my ass, but I need you to get it ready!”
I quickly jumped up into the picture and motioned De’Andre to hang on a second. I took some KY from my nightstand and squeezed some out right over her asshole as De’Andre opened her butt cheeks. Without missing a stroke, he slipped his thumb in her ass. “Ohhhh… yeah… ahhhh!” Carol cooed.
Thrusting his cock in and out of her while his thumb was buried in her asshole, De'Andre asked Carol if she was sure she was ready for some anal sex with him. I have dreamed of being fucked in the ass by a black man... with a cock like yours." Carol answered.
A few more strokes and De’Andre pulled his sizable dick all the way out, it was shiny with Carol’s juices all over it. He held out like a steel rod, totally engorged with blood, swollen to full density. I took the KY and squeezed it on his cock and worked it all over, happy to get an opportunity to give his beautiful black cock a quick hand job. I applied some more on her asshole and watched as De’Andre began to work his big head into the rim of her anus. Carol cried out, it was obviously a challenge, one that she demanded.
I watched as an invested observer, as his bulbous head slowly made its way through the tight opening. I knew this sensation myself. It is not an easy cock to take. His was the very first black cock to penetrate me and when it happened, I thought it was going to rip me in two. I am sure Carol felt the same way, but along with all of his skill in extreme fucking De’Andre is fully aware his penetration needs a steady, gentle touch. It took nearly a minute, but his head finally made its way into Carol’s tight white asshole.
Next came a careful and steady insertion of inch by inch of thick black cock. The kind of cock that would scare most. I’m sure Carol was intimidated by the sight of De’Andre’s cock, who wouldn’t, but the night she confessed she wanted to try a big black cock, she said one of the biggest reasons (besides how much they turn her on) was she wanted to test her limits and find out if she was capable of accepting something the size of a cock like De’Andre’s. I listened to Carol’s moans as De’Andre kept feeding more and more of his big black cock to her.
“You ok, Carol?” I asked with sincere concern, By this point she had half of his 11” cock in her ass and appeared to be prepared to feed her more.
“Yes…” she groaned. “I can’t believe you took this cock too!” She exasperated. I guess De’Andre told her everything. I even wondered if she was doing this because she knew he fucked me. “I’ve been fucked in the ass… but not like this!” She confessed.
I figured Carol was doing fine, I could see her hand was masturbating her pussy robustly. She did everything to it as De’Andre was still working his cock into her, by now he started an in and out motion, going a little deeper every time he pushed forward. Carol was rubbing her clit, sliding a few fingers into her and rubbing up and down her lips between fingers. It was at this moment Carol turned her head and said, “RG… thank you.”
“For what?” I asked in a soft tone.”
“For being such a great friend.” She replied. I could tell she was cherishing this moment and I guess she felt it was because of my doing. I decided to really show her how much I wanted her to enjoy this and I moved behind them. The sight of De’Andre’s cock beginning to pick up speed was insanely hot as she was taking easily 8 to 9”. I moved up right under his cock and began to lick her pussy. Carol came alive at the sensation on my tongue paired with De’Andre’s cock probing her asshole. By now De’Andre and moved up to his feet, giving me more room to work and to strengthen his thrust. He steadied himself with his hands on her ass. Suddenly I could hear a smack and realized De’Andre gave Carol a smack.
“Oh my God! Yes!” Carol exclaimed. “Again!” It was like a lightning bolt. It ignited a thrill over her and she began a torrent of high praise again for De’Andre and what his cock did for her.
“You have the best cock De’Andre… I know you know that. You can be proud of that cock, young man! I have never fucked a man like this!” This only gave De’Andre the gas he needed to begin his assault on her asshole, which Carol thoroughly enjoyed. All I had to do is look up and witness Carol take around 9” of black cock into her dusky opening. I guess De’Andre figured out her limit and decided to give her a thorough thrashing now that he knew how much of his cock he could use. Now that they were going at it seriously, I pulled away to get more KY. I squeezed some more on his cock as he pumped, Carol was huffing and puffing some serious gasps of exertion. De’Andre was obviously pushing her to her limits.
She was back to her state of being visibly overwhelmed, her face glowing red, laid against the mattress and now she was slapping the bed with one hand, trying to gain the strength to keep it up. She went back to working her pussy with the other hand. De’Andre, back to his knees with me out of the way would continue to give her ass a smack every minute or so.
“That cock!” Carol blurted, “That big fucking black cock!” (I remember this moment so well, it will always be enshrined in my mind) “I can’t get over how hot your goddammed cock is!!” She gave the bed a few more slaps and then demanded De’Andre reinsert his cock back into her pussy.
“I’m going to cum all over your gorgeous cock, young man!” She sounded like an authoritative figure telling him exactly what was about to happen. As he pulled out and pushed his steely hard cock back into her pussy, a loud wet queef roared out as he pushed back in. I figured her pussy was sopping wet and with his cock coated in gel, it caused the wettest insertion I have ever heard in my life.
Carol’s orgasm only took a few minutes, I’m guessing much of her facial angst was due to her trying to restrain the orgasm because I watched her as she came and I would have to rank it was one of the most violent and intense I have witnessed. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your big black cock De'Andre!" She screamed. It was also lengthy as she demanded De’Andre continue to fuck her hard and fast as she wailed and wailed loudly.
Carol collapsed. She was done. I realized that I wasn’t jerking off as much as I should have, stunned by the performance these two had given. I had precum dripping out of my cock, but I knew I missed a great opportunity to pull out a great orgasm. De’Andre made his way into my shower, when he left the bed, he had worked up a sweat. Carol got up in 30 seconds and joined him. I again decided to let them have some privacy but about a minute later, as I went to gather my clothes in the living room I heard my name being called out by Carol. When I entered the bathroom, they were out of the shower and Carol was on her knees. “Help me give this stud what he deserves.” She said to me.
For a very good while (it could have been 30 minutes), Carol and I truly worked as a team worshiping this wonderful black cock we both loved. Yes, as we traded it off to each other we would tell the other how much we loved De’Andre’s big black cock. Carol would watch me suck it, rubbing her pussy, obviously and surprisingly turned on with me sucking a black man’s huge dick.
“You love to suck his cock, don’t you RG?” She asked as I bobbed up and down his dark dick.
“Mmmm hmmm” I responded with a mouth full of big black cock.
“Is sucking De’Andre more fun than sucking Jay’s cock?” I asked remembering when she told me how much she enjoyed sucking her ex-husband’s cock. Carol told me she often would suck his cock in the morning while he was still asleep. She told me she missed sucking Jay’s dick on several occasions.
“I would suck this cock over Jay’s every day of the week and twice on Sunday.” She answered as she licked around it. “And you know how much I loved that man’s dick.”
De’Andre simply watched us share his cock as we spoke to each other like a couple of silly idiots. This followed with a game of who could fit more of De’Andre’s cock in their mouth (I won).
She asked how many times I sucked his cock. (The answer, this was my 6th time)
She asked if I had sucked any other black man’s dicks. (I had to be honest… I had) To which she responded with full exasperation at the knowledge that I have had a few black cocks.
She asked De’Andre a few questions as well, like how many white women he has had. She also asked how many of them stalk him, which made me laugh with a mouth full of cock. She also informed De’Andre that he gave her the best orgasm she ever had in her life, so he officially possessed her favorite cock of her life.
She asked me if it was true how much I claimed De’Andre could cum. I told her it was and then she asked, no she begged De’Andre if he would cum all over her face. She had never let anyone, even Jay cum in her face or in her mouth but today had to be the first. De’Andre warranted that he be her first. We both started to maximize our efforts on his cock and everyone agreed when it was time for De’Andre to blow, Carol would be the full recipient.
Minutes later, De’Andre announced he was close to cumming and began to stroke his cock himself. Carol sat on her knees, reading herself for his load with her mouth wide open and tongue stretched out. I pulled back, still on my knees prepared to cum with De’Andre. I felt my orgasm hanging on ready to blow at any moment.
De’Andre threw his head back and exclaimed, “Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” His first steam of cum was more like a spurt, hitting Carol’s chin, but the second blast shot out with force and ran up her face covering her lips to her forehead.
“Oh yeah! More! More!” Carol begged as another steam of pearly cum shot over her face. Carol was able to catch some of it in her mouth and she quickly swallowed, then reopened her mouth for more, but the third wave began at her forehead and flew over her head. My orgasm started now, by instinct I jumped to my feet and I added a shot on Carol’s face, but she quickly shouted, “Only Dee! Only Dee!” Her eyes were shut but she maybe sensed or could see through her squinted eyes that I was going to join De’Andre but I respected her wish and started to shoot in my hands.
In the meantime, De’Andre blasted two more impressive loads on her face and Carol jumped on his cock to swallow whatever remaining semen his cock could produce. It must have been a good amount because she pulled off his cock once to show a glob pouring out of her mouth and all over her chest. She pushed her mouth back on his cock and kept swallowing the remainder of his jizz.
When it was all over Carol’s face was covered with gooey black seed and she visibly ingested a huge gulp, preceded with a boisterous “Oh my God! That was a huge load of cum!” Her eyes plastered shut and her feeling her face to discover exactly how much of his semen she was wearing.
Carol and De’Andre showered as I washed my hands and began to clean up. We clothed and De’Andre walked Carol to her car. He returned and said that Carol asked for his phone number but told him she had a jealous boyfriend so if it was ok, she would do the texting.
This was in July. Sometime around October Carol called me to tell me she had kicked Paul out of her trailer. She told me she saw De’Andre a couple of times but with their age difference she knew it was only a hook-up thing. I remember her saying she liked having a well-endowed black man as an FWB, but she also thought she might like to date a black man closer to her age. Carol asked, “Know any other black men I might like as much as De’Andre?”
I had known this married couple since we were neighbors at a mobile home park many years ago. Jay and Carol were a little younger than me. In those days (this is almost 20 years ago), I had mostly spoken to Jay when we were working on our yards or just outside at the same time. Jay was very southern. I had an idea he wouldn’t like my attitude on interracial sex. For the first couple of years I knew them, I barely spoke to Carol.
It was about the third year of knowing them, I was asked by Jay if I knew of any jobs available in the area. Carol had just quit her previous job and was looking for employment. I suggested they try the retail store I was working at, I even told them I would drop by the HR department and give them my recommendation they hire her. In truth, I had no pull or influence in them giving her the job, but Carol would often say it was because of me that she worked there. A year or two later, Jay and Carol separated and then finally divorced. By that time, Carol and I became much closer since we worked the same shift and often took our lunches together. After Jay moved out, Carol would even call me or come over (she stayed in the trailer with their two sons) to watch movies or just hang out.
Carol is an attractive blond, I would describe her physically as plump or curvy. I don’t want to make her sound overweight but with her curves, she doesn’t have a slim stomach but trust me she is far from fat. In the looks department I would describe her as a younger Paula Dean look-a-like, especially these days, with a huge smile and bright eyes. She usually wears her hair in a bouffant style, big and with curls and is often not shy with her make-up. She also loves to wear her big jewelry, particularly earrings. She is usually in jeans and has a deep southern accent. If I am describing a stereotypical southern bell, you are getting the picture.
More and more we became closer, but never romantic or physical. I tried not long after Jay moved out, but she turned me down, very sweetly but I had the feeling she still wasn’t over Jay and didn’t want to hurt her chance of getting him back. I would eventually leave the job and move out of the trailer park, but something interesting happened between us before I did.
One night Carol came over to watch a movie, as I was making popcorn and fixing us some drinks, I told her to look for a movie to watch from my library. She asked jokingly if I had any porn movies, without thinking I told her where my secret stash was and instantly regretted it because I knew she would find mostly interracial movies. I hoped she was kidding and didn’t go into cabinet they sat in (my video library was in my man cave, so I couldn’t see her) she emerged carrying three different DVDs, all interracial themed. “Can we watch one of these?!” she asked with real elation in her voice.
I said if that’s what she wants to watch I was ok with it, but I was afraid it would get uncomfortable to watch a porno alone with a woman that I had no physical relation with. For the first two scenes, around 30 minutes, Carol didn’t say a word and I chose not to say anything in fear it would trigger her in a bad way. Into the third scene, Carol asked why I had so many interracial movies in my collection. “I’m an interracialist.” I answered openly and honestly.
She started asking a lot of questions about sex with black women, if the sex was different and most importantly, better. I answered all of her questions and when we started the second movie, Carol started to confess things she had never told me, maybe to anyone.
She opened up that she and Jay had a very active and often wild sex life. She said that despite being a heavy drinker, Jay was her best lover, hands down and well-endowed to boot. They had threesomes (mostly with another woman) and had sex with a few couples, they were basically swingers until their kids got old enough to figure out things. She also told me she fulfilled all her sexual fantasies except for one. Her #1 fantasy was to have sex with a hung black man, one bigger than Jay, but she knew he would never have anything to do with it and she couldn’t bring herself to cheat on him like that.
As we watched images of some very well-endowed black men with some sexy white women, Carol and I talked openly and frankly. I could tell she was getting turned on. She became animated as she opened up about this long-time fantasy that she had for many years, but this was the first time she ever seen interracial porn. She told me she heard of the myth of black men and how they were sexually, but now, seeing her first nude black men was obviously exciting to her. Somehow, someway through our talking and the explicit scenes on my television, I was able to get my hand into her pants. I began to finger her as she cooed out her powerful and deep desire to try a black man. Her pussy was soaking wet… AMAZINGLY WET and she came in less than five minutes. I hadn’t even got any of her clothes off or pull my cock out of my pants before she orgasmed forcefully and excused herself to my bathroom. When she came out, she said she had to leave. I figured she regretted letting me finger her.
It was a night we didn’t talk about for over a year. By the time we broached the subject again, I had left the job we worked together, and I moved to my condo. Carol told me that her confessing how she wanted to try a black man was a huge deal to her and I was the only person on earth (including her female friends) that she told this to. Once again, we started to build our friendship, but we would go months between having a phone conversation or going out to dinner or a movie. Carol got a new boyfriend. When her kids were old enough to move out, he moved in.
Our conversations would often be how she grew tired of her new man, how he was nowhere near the lover that Jay was (in size or ability). She also couldn’t hang out with me nearly as much or call because he was intensely jealous after he met me. But during one conversation, she said Paul (the new boyfriend) was really pushing her to want to try a big black cock more than ever.
So last summer, Carol called to say hi. I couldn’t call her since the last time I did, Paul was there and she said he blew a gasket that I had called her. Within five minutes she asked me if I had bought any more interracial movies. I offered to buy her one, but she quickly shot down that idea. I told her I had a few new ones and told her about the Blacked series. Carol said she wanted to see the movies and told me she could sneak over the next day to watch them.
When Carol came over, she was looking pretty good, a little older then when I last saw her (it had been well over five years since we saw each other). She maybe put on a few pounds, but it made her boobs and butt look even fuller. We hugged and sat on my couch to talk & catch up. I got the sense she was ready to kick her boyfriend out and that she was horny as hell. She told me all she could think about was trying a big black cock. How she watched interracial videos on the internet and hid a black dildo from her boyfriend. She joked she wanted to tell him about her fantasy because she knew it would make him leave her.
We never watched the video, but for the first time Carol gave me a blow job while I played with her pussy as I told her about her fucking a black man with a big cock. Right in the middle of our first sex, I asked her how much she REALLY wanted to try a black cock. When she told me a lot and that she was dead serious, I told her I could fix her up with a black man with an amazing cock. My friend De’Andre came to mind, but I knew I was pushing my and Carol’s luck since I hadn’t spoken to De’Andre in a good while.
When Carol realized I was dead serious she froze and stopped sucking my cock. I could tell the possibility of actually having her first BBC hit her like a ton of bricks. Carol started to ask questions about De’Andre like how old he was, how did I know him and mostly was I serious about how big his cock was. The intrigue was intense and you could see the thought of actually having sex with a hung black man was getting to her. The one thing I didn’t tell her was that I had been with De’Andre. I lied and told her that a female friend of mine had been with him and we became friends. I really didn’t know how she would react to the news that I had fucked and sucked De’Andre myself.
I got Carol out of her clothes and the sight of her naked was exciting. As I said she looked as if she had put on a few pounds, but the woman had some impressive tits and her pussy was just as I like them, hairy but trimmed. Her ass was equally impressive. If you have a MILF fantasy, no matter what your age is, Carol would be the ideal woman of your dreams. We went to my bedroom. I was excited about the prospect of fucking this woman for the first time. She wanted to talk about De'Andre and having me describe what it would be like if she had her first BBC.
Carol became even more crazy with horniness as I fucked her and told her more and more about De’Andre. I made it out like my fictional friend told me all about his cock, but the truth was my descriptions came from a first-hand account, including how much cum that man could produce (which drove her nuts with excitement). As my cock went in and out of her, I gave her detailed descriptions of his size, his hardness, his huge balls, his stamina, his incredible stamina and most of all his amazing technique. Carol was practically calling out for him when she came with my cock pounding her pussy and her rubbing her clit at the same time.
Carol thanked me for the best sex she had in years (I think she was sincere) and she told me she would get back to me as she needed to think about it. It wasn’t even twenty minutes when she called back to say “ok, I’m in!”.
I got a hold of De’Andre, it had been a long time since we talked but I asked him as a favor as much as giving him an opportunity to hook up with a hot older white woman (Carol was in her early 50’s by this time). I knew De’Andre had a thing for this type of woman; older, white and never been with a black man. De’Andre was interested.
Getting them together was easier than I expected, and the meeting happened much faster than I thought it would. Carol said when De’Andre wanted to meet her, she would be there. Even if it was at night. It was two nights later when I got the two over to my place. Carol just said she was going to work but called out. She said she even said she had a backup if Paul discovered she wasn’t at work, she would have her son (who didn’t like Paul) lie to say he called her to help with his baby.
Both of them got to my condo within ten minutes with De’Andre getting here first. De’Andre shocked me when I opened the door, he had lost maybe 15 pounds and was looking very fit. He told me he had been working out regularly and watching what he ate. I knew Carol would like what she saw and sure enough, when she first laid eyes on him, she glowed with approval. She even commented that I didn’t mention how tall he was.
One thing I should tell you, both Carol and De’Andre agreed I could watch. I even told them both not to be surprised if I started to jerk off while watching them go at it. But I sensed it was my presence that made their introduction a bit… uneasy. We all started to talk and then I basically took myself out of the conversation, hoping it would get them going, but it just lingered. They were being cordial, but the conversation wasn’t even getting sexual in any way. I decided maybe what they needed was privacy. It was then I told them I had to get something out of my car, it had been 15-20 minutes since they met, and they were still sitting on the ends of my couch. I left them like that when I left my condo.
I walked around my parking lot. Every minute felt like ten minutes, I could feel myself getting anxious. If I walked in too early, I might set things back again, if I was too late, I might miss something very hot. I waited and waited until I couldn’t wait any longer. I made my way back to my condo and walked in, quietly. I could hear some promising sounds from around the corner. I quietly closed and secured the door and tip-toed into my living room to discover Carol was knelt over on the couch, sucking De’Andre’s cock. She was moaning in delight.
Good ole De’Andre was as reliable as ever; I could see his rod was up and impressive as ever. His pants were open and his cock was rock hard as Carol was exploring it with her mouth. The sounds she was making was one of discovery and amazement. I had to guess they were only a few minutes into this, so I don’t think I missed much, but I would have loved to have seen her expression when she first laid eyes on his big black cock. I seriously doubt that either of them knew I was back in the living room for several minutes. I just watched them for a while as inconspicuously as possible, taking in the sight of Carol enjoying her first big black cock and enjoying it she obviously was. You didn’t have to be a mind reader to tell she was impressed, overwhelmed and thrilled with what she had in her mouth.
She either saw me watching or sensed that I was in the hallway when she jumped up and said, “Why didn’t you tell me you sucked De’Andre’s cock!”
I was thrown off by her inquiry, I never thought to tell De’Andre not to tell Carol what we had done, since I didn’t think he would want her to know. But she knew and seemed very agreeable to the notion that I had done to De’Andre what she was doing to him. I simply shrugged and said, “I didn’t think you would want to know.”
She motioned for me to come over and said, “I want to see you suck his cock!”
I walked over. She had his cock in her hand when I knelt in front of him while she remained straddled to his side. I licked my lips and opened wide. It had been over a year since I tasted his cock, when my mouth took his head in, Carol gasped and squealed in delight. “You were right! His cock is everything you said it would be, but now I know how you knew so much!”
With that she leaned back down to join me, licking his sizable shaft while I continued on his head. It quickly became a blowjob battle as she took it out of my mouth and started to suck his cock. I gave her a minute or two to suck De’Andre’s sizable dick then took it from her. We repeated this over and over for several minutes as it was apparent that we both wanted to suck this ebony monster. If one of us wasn’t bobbing on his dick, the other was licking that impressive shaft.
While the two of us were working De’Andre’s dick, he was working on getting Carol out of her clothes. I pulled away to find she had her jeans and panties pulled down to her knees. De’Andre was rubbing her pussy as she was on her elbows and knees, hunched over sucking his cock. He also managed to get her top off and bra removed. I decided to get up to pull off her pants to help her get totally naked. I let her have De’Andre’s big black cock to herself as I licked her pussy from behind. I didn’t announce it, but I was getting her pussy ready for some BBC. My licking wasn’t really needed too much, Carol’s pussy was soaking wet, maybe even wetter than that night at my trailer.
De’Andre asked Carol if she was ready for his cock in her, she answered an enthusiastic. “Yes!” She was positioned in the middle of the couch and De’Andre got out of his clothes. I watched Carol’s eyes light up as she got a glimpse of a totally nude De’Andre. He had been working out; he was as toned as I ever saw him. I remember she seemed excited about being with a man so much younger than herself, De’Andre was well over 20 years her junior. As he knelt in front of her, Carol opened her legs wide and up in the air. I have never seen a woman invite a man inside her as eagerly as she was showing.
I stood to the side of them and pulled my cock out of my pants in anticipation of what I was about to witness. De’Andre jerked his cock a few times, getting the maximum wood he wanted to have and put the cock between Carol’s pussy lips. She simply watched and uttered, “Oh yeah! Oh God, yeah!”
Carol’s pussy not only accepted her first big black cock with gusto, but De’Andre must have gotten the sense she was made for cock like his. He seemed to take no caution or reserve; De’Andre filled her pussy with all 10+ inches with haste and began to fuck her with power and speed. Carol squealed in delight and watched with intensity. I could tell the sight of her pussy being filled with De’Andre’s massive ebony tool thrilled her to no end.
I jerked off at the sight of these two making beautiful mixed-race music together. In seconds they went to fucking like a couple who had been together for years. It was like they had instant chemistry. It was really amazing to watch. Although De’Andre was stuffing nearly all of his thick elongated black cock into her, her pussy lips were showing signs of never experiencing a dick of this size, with her lips looking like they were going to explode with the workout. Carol just encouraged De’Andre to give it to her anyway he wanted. She was willing to take the pounding.
De’Andre wasn’t coy or apprehensive in showing the older white woman what he could do. Holding her legs open by her thighs, he pumped that ebony weapon deep and with powered thrust. Carol’s pussy made loud sloshing noises, showing abundant self-lubrication. The lady was over-the-top in her excitement. She called out to him with lust and a tone of extreme admiration. She gushed at how incredibly impressed she was with how he fucked her. I then recalled how she glowingly bragged about how her ex-husband was the best lover she ever had. I had to find out how De’Andre compared to him. I was prepared if she wasn’t ready to make such a tough decision.
“Carol, how does Dee’s (my nickname for him) cock hold up to Jay?” I asked nosily.
“Are you kidding?” She responded. I thought I may have been way out of line for a second. “Not… even… close…” She answered between thrust. At first, I thought she was meaning Jay was more endowed (which I wouldn't have believed), but she quickly elaborated, "Jay couldn't hold a candle to De'Andre... Jay is big, but this cock is HUMONGOUS!" De’Andre didn’t slow down or pause to give her a chance to reflect. He just kept impressing her with masterful strokes as she continued. “De’Andre has the best cock I have ever had… in… my… life!”
I could tell this woman wasn’t embellishing her answer in the slightest. I opened an opportunity for her to praise De’Andre, as if she was just itching to do so. “I’ve never had a cock so big or as beautiful… his cock is unreal!” She gleamed.
I thought I would roll along with it, she seemed eager to tell De’Andre exactly what she thought of him. “Does Dee fuck you better than Jay did?’
“10 times… 100 times better than Jay did!” She exclaimed with moans. “I have never had a man fuck me like this!” Carol simply couldn’t take her eyes off the pounding she was receiving either. I imagine the sight was as pleasing as the sensation.
Carol then had a request. I remembered she said during that night we first opened up with each other when Jay fucked her doggie style, she could feel his big dick in her the deepest and he fucked her the hardest in that position. She told me that was the way she liked it the most. She begged De’Andre to give it to her while she was on her elbows and knees. De’Andre pulled out of her and pulled her up, leading her into my bedroom. I stayed behind to give them a little privacy and to get out of my clothes. My cock was rock hard, I could have came any second, so I decided to simmer down in fear of boiling over too quickly.
Within seconds I could hear them going at it. The sound of hips slapping ass cheeks and Carol’s throaty moans of ecstasy filled my condo. Again, I counted the minutes, but I couldn’t stay away for long. When I walked in, the image was stunning. There was Carol, red faced with her head violently thrashing around, it appeared she was being physically overwhelmed. She had grabbed a handful of the bed’s comforter with both hands as if she needed the grip to aid her in taking De’Andre’s pounding. De’Andre had a formidable grip on Carol’s ass with both hands as he hammered that heavy ebony weapon like a jack hammer into her body. Carol looked as if she was able to take nearly every inch inside her. I have estimated that De’Andre has an 11” cock, if I grip it with both hands, he still has a good couple of inches of shaft and that big head out of my grip. It is so dammed impressive to hold.
I really couldn’t decide whether to join them or just enjoy the show. I decided on the latter; this was too amazing to watch. I had fantasized what Carol would look like taking a black cock, this was beyond my wildest dreams. There was no doubt this was her greatest fantasy, her most powerful desire. Carol was in absolute heaven; the proof was right before me with her reaction. She had confided to me that fucking someone around her son’s age (he was 26) was also a deep dark secret, when I told her that De’Andre was in his late 20’s, I heard the excitement in her voice.
Carol had a painful expression on her face, her eyes were shut hard and her jaw was clenched. The exasperation nearly appeared she was in more pain than pleasure. Suddenly she cried out, “De’Andre… stick your thumb in my ass! Please… oh God, I think I want your cock in my ass, but I need you to get it ready!”
I quickly jumped up into the picture and motioned De’Andre to hang on a second. I took some KY from my nightstand and squeezed some out right over her asshole as De’Andre opened her butt cheeks. Without missing a stroke, he slipped his thumb in her ass. “Ohhhh… yeah… ahhhh!” Carol cooed.
Thrusting his cock in and out of her while his thumb was buried in her asshole, De'Andre asked Carol if she was sure she was ready for some anal sex with him. I have dreamed of being fucked in the ass by a black man... with a cock like yours." Carol answered.
A few more strokes and De’Andre pulled his sizable dick all the way out, it was shiny with Carol’s juices all over it. He held out like a steel rod, totally engorged with blood, swollen to full density. I took the KY and squeezed it on his cock and worked it all over, happy to get an opportunity to give his beautiful black cock a quick hand job. I applied some more on her asshole and watched as De’Andre began to work his big head into the rim of her anus. Carol cried out, it was obviously a challenge, one that she demanded.
I watched as an invested observer, as his bulbous head slowly made its way through the tight opening. I knew this sensation myself. It is not an easy cock to take. His was the very first black cock to penetrate me and when it happened, I thought it was going to rip me in two. I am sure Carol felt the same way, but along with all of his skill in extreme fucking De’Andre is fully aware his penetration needs a steady, gentle touch. It took nearly a minute, but his head finally made its way into Carol’s tight white asshole.
Next came a careful and steady insertion of inch by inch of thick black cock. The kind of cock that would scare most. I’m sure Carol was intimidated by the sight of De’Andre’s cock, who wouldn’t, but the night she confessed she wanted to try a big black cock, she said one of the biggest reasons (besides how much they turn her on) was she wanted to test her limits and find out if she was capable of accepting something the size of a cock like De’Andre’s. I listened to Carol’s moans as De’Andre kept feeding more and more of his big black cock to her.
“You ok, Carol?” I asked with sincere concern, By this point she had half of his 11” cock in her ass and appeared to be prepared to feed her more.
“Yes…” she groaned. “I can’t believe you took this cock too!” She exasperated. I guess De’Andre told her everything. I even wondered if she was doing this because she knew he fucked me. “I’ve been fucked in the ass… but not like this!” She confessed.
I figured Carol was doing fine, I could see her hand was masturbating her pussy robustly. She did everything to it as De’Andre was still working his cock into her, by now he started an in and out motion, going a little deeper every time he pushed forward. Carol was rubbing her clit, sliding a few fingers into her and rubbing up and down her lips between fingers. It was at this moment Carol turned her head and said, “RG… thank you.”
“For what?” I asked in a soft tone.”
“For being such a great friend.” She replied. I could tell she was cherishing this moment and I guess she felt it was because of my doing. I decided to really show her how much I wanted her to enjoy this and I moved behind them. The sight of De’Andre’s cock beginning to pick up speed was insanely hot as she was taking easily 8 to 9”. I moved up right under his cock and began to lick her pussy. Carol came alive at the sensation on my tongue paired with De’Andre’s cock probing her asshole. By now De’Andre and moved up to his feet, giving me more room to work and to strengthen his thrust. He steadied himself with his hands on her ass. Suddenly I could hear a smack and realized De’Andre gave Carol a smack.
“Oh my God! Yes!” Carol exclaimed. “Again!” It was like a lightning bolt. It ignited a thrill over her and she began a torrent of high praise again for De’Andre and what his cock did for her.
“You have the best cock De’Andre… I know you know that. You can be proud of that cock, young man! I have never fucked a man like this!” This only gave De’Andre the gas he needed to begin his assault on her asshole, which Carol thoroughly enjoyed. All I had to do is look up and witness Carol take around 9” of black cock into her dusky opening. I guess De’Andre figured out her limit and decided to give her a thorough thrashing now that he knew how much of his cock he could use. Now that they were going at it seriously, I pulled away to get more KY. I squeezed some more on his cock as he pumped, Carol was huffing and puffing some serious gasps of exertion. De’Andre was obviously pushing her to her limits.
She was back to her state of being visibly overwhelmed, her face glowing red, laid against the mattress and now she was slapping the bed with one hand, trying to gain the strength to keep it up. She went back to working her pussy with the other hand. De’Andre, back to his knees with me out of the way would continue to give her ass a smack every minute or so.
“That cock!” Carol blurted, “That big fucking black cock!” (I remember this moment so well, it will always be enshrined in my mind) “I can’t get over how hot your goddammed cock is!!” She gave the bed a few more slaps and then demanded De’Andre reinsert his cock back into her pussy.
“I’m going to cum all over your gorgeous cock, young man!” She sounded like an authoritative figure telling him exactly what was about to happen. As he pulled out and pushed his steely hard cock back into her pussy, a loud wet queef roared out as he pushed back in. I figured her pussy was sopping wet and with his cock coated in gel, it caused the wettest insertion I have ever heard in my life.
Carol’s orgasm only took a few minutes, I’m guessing much of her facial angst was due to her trying to restrain the orgasm because I watched her as she came and I would have to rank it was one of the most violent and intense I have witnessed. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your big black cock De'Andre!" She screamed. It was also lengthy as she demanded De’Andre continue to fuck her hard and fast as she wailed and wailed loudly.
Carol collapsed. She was done. I realized that I wasn’t jerking off as much as I should have, stunned by the performance these two had given. I had precum dripping out of my cock, but I knew I missed a great opportunity to pull out a great orgasm. De’Andre made his way into my shower, when he left the bed, he had worked up a sweat. Carol got up in 30 seconds and joined him. I again decided to let them have some privacy but about a minute later, as I went to gather my clothes in the living room I heard my name being called out by Carol. When I entered the bathroom, they were out of the shower and Carol was on her knees. “Help me give this stud what he deserves.” She said to me.
For a very good while (it could have been 30 minutes), Carol and I truly worked as a team worshiping this wonderful black cock we both loved. Yes, as we traded it off to each other we would tell the other how much we loved De’Andre’s big black cock. Carol would watch me suck it, rubbing her pussy, obviously and surprisingly turned on with me sucking a black man’s huge dick.
“You love to suck his cock, don’t you RG?” She asked as I bobbed up and down his dark dick.
“Mmmm hmmm” I responded with a mouth full of big black cock.
“Is sucking De’Andre more fun than sucking Jay’s cock?” I asked remembering when she told me how much she enjoyed sucking her ex-husband’s cock. Carol told me she often would suck his cock in the morning while he was still asleep. She told me she missed sucking Jay’s dick on several occasions.
“I would suck this cock over Jay’s every day of the week and twice on Sunday.” She answered as she licked around it. “And you know how much I loved that man’s dick.”
De’Andre simply watched us share his cock as we spoke to each other like a couple of silly idiots. This followed with a game of who could fit more of De’Andre’s cock in their mouth (I won).
She asked how many times I sucked his cock. (The answer, this was my 6th time)
She asked if I had sucked any other black man’s dicks. (I had to be honest… I had) To which she responded with full exasperation at the knowledge that I have had a few black cocks.
She asked De’Andre a few questions as well, like how many white women he has had. She also asked how many of them stalk him, which made me laugh with a mouth full of cock. She also informed De’Andre that he gave her the best orgasm she ever had in her life, so he officially possessed her favorite cock of her life.
She asked me if it was true how much I claimed De’Andre could cum. I told her it was and then she asked, no she begged De’Andre if he would cum all over her face. She had never let anyone, even Jay cum in her face or in her mouth but today had to be the first. De’Andre warranted that he be her first. We both started to maximize our efforts on his cock and everyone agreed when it was time for De’Andre to blow, Carol would be the full recipient.
Minutes later, De’Andre announced he was close to cumming and began to stroke his cock himself. Carol sat on her knees, reading herself for his load with her mouth wide open and tongue stretched out. I pulled back, still on my knees prepared to cum with De’Andre. I felt my orgasm hanging on ready to blow at any moment.
De’Andre threw his head back and exclaimed, “Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” His first steam of cum was more like a spurt, hitting Carol’s chin, but the second blast shot out with force and ran up her face covering her lips to her forehead.
“Oh yeah! More! More!” Carol begged as another steam of pearly cum shot over her face. Carol was able to catch some of it in her mouth and she quickly swallowed, then reopened her mouth for more, but the third wave began at her forehead and flew over her head. My orgasm started now, by instinct I jumped to my feet and I added a shot on Carol’s face, but she quickly shouted, “Only Dee! Only Dee!” Her eyes were shut but she maybe sensed or could see through her squinted eyes that I was going to join De’Andre but I respected her wish and started to shoot in my hands.
In the meantime, De’Andre blasted two more impressive loads on her face and Carol jumped on his cock to swallow whatever remaining semen his cock could produce. It must have been a good amount because she pulled off his cock once to show a glob pouring out of her mouth and all over her chest. She pushed her mouth back on his cock and kept swallowing the remainder of his jizz.
When it was all over Carol’s face was covered with gooey black seed and she visibly ingested a huge gulp, preceded with a boisterous “Oh my God! That was a huge load of cum!” Her eyes plastered shut and her feeling her face to discover exactly how much of his semen she was wearing.
Carol and De’Andre showered as I washed my hands and began to clean up. We clothed and De’Andre walked Carol to her car. He returned and said that Carol asked for his phone number but told him she had a jealous boyfriend so if it was ok, she would do the texting.
This was in July. Sometime around October Carol called me to tell me she had kicked Paul out of her trailer. She told me she saw De’Andre a couple of times but with their age difference she knew it was only a hook-up thing. I remember her saying she liked having a well-endowed black man as an FWB, but she also thought she might like to date a black man closer to her age. Carol asked, “Know any other black men I might like as much as De’Andre?”
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