*Almost* Made It!
Hey y'all!
I haven't posted since last fall, although I have been keeping some of yall updated privately.
I've been super-busy with a very full dance card, even after my "regular" Semaj moved away! The good thing about my scenario is that its usually pretty darn easy to find willing volunteers (ie black guys) to be my hook-up buddies!
In fact, my January was a little wild...a few local "regulars" (Tubby, from the airport, and X, from the local black college) in addition to a couple new ones, as well as a New Years Eve-eve one nighter back home, and oh, I *did* finally hook up with Kenyan from my "Next Man Up" post last fall! Like I said: super-busy!
Maybe, TOO busy?
I have to admit by the end of JAN, I was beginning to feel run down...happens every year, the culmination of the holidays and all that. But this year I was wondering if all the crazy sex I was sneaking around to have played a part in my fatigue? Some of my friends and co-workers were taking part in this type of fasting, where you give up something meaningful in your life for a significant amount of time, like a month. My friend who gave up meat was raving about having more energy and my friend who gave up social media reported her mind was the clearest in had been in years.
I normally don't get into New Year's resolutions nor all that feel-good/yoga kind of stuff. But as the first of FEB approached, I began thinking about Black History Month, and how I usually do crazy stuff to "celebrate" it...such as the one year I tried to suck a different black dick a day for 28 days (harder to do than you might think!) and one year I tried looking up some of my personal "black history", ie my first few black guys. The idea of trying to top all that just exhausted me even more...
And then it hit me: celebrate Black History Month by abstaining from black dick! Sounds crazy, but I swear it made sense at the time! Not only would it give me a chance to re-charge my batteries (literally haha), but would give me the opportunity to reflect on my lifestyle. Do I really just WANT black dick or do I NEED it? Was I letting it run my life and make my decisions for me? HEY, who's in charge here: me or the black dicks?!? I needed to know, so my little experiment began...my local regulars were a little miffed having their weekly fun with me postponed, but I promised I'd make it up to them :)
It's been tough! I was going to say "hard" LOL...that would be the best way to describe my nipples every morning haha. You know if you do the same things at about the same times every week, you mentally and physically began expecting it, right? I had gotten in the habit of seeing Tubby on Friday nights, Xavier usually on Tues and Thu, so I noticed myself getting particularly antsy on those days at those times. Oh and on the weekends. And Wed nights too. And Mon...OK, I was horny and craving it 24-7 LOL!
But overall I was doing pretty good and was expecting to hit my target of Mar 1st or maybe even wait til my birthday on Mar 03. Thanks to all of my friends here who knew of this and were supporting me privately! However I'm both sad and happy to report to you all that my quest for 29 black-dick-free days fell a little short last night.
The evening started out innocently enough and I swear I had no ulterior motives, except to go have dinner with some old friends and come straight home! We were meeting up in my old college town about an hour north, so I had a go-bag with me to convert my work-day look into more of an evening-wear look. My work peeps didn't realize that black skirt I was wearing? Was actually a sex little black dress once I removed the conservative sweater and jacket over it. Switch out conservative work pumps for strappy black heels and leave my black nylons on, jazz up my hair and make-up in the bathroom...and WAH-LA! I'm ready for an evening out on the town!
Hanging out with my friends was great and we had a good time! Since I had an hour drive back home, I passed on the opportunity to go out to a club with them afterwards. I honestly got in my car to head home with nothing but good intentions...I swear! But as I was driving past the mall, I found myself turning in and heading to the area where guys cruise and hang out. This was just a bad habit, as I swing thru there whenever I visit this town as there is typically a high concentration of black guys there. Yes, I've made friends there before :)
What was I doing? LOL I found my hands shaking a little as they gripped the wheel as I saw all the black guys hanging out in groups and cruising around. And some of them were beginning to spot ME, a nice-looking older blonde lady driving up in their midst. As they began staring and smiling, I could feel my body beginning to betray me: my belly flip flopping, a certain warmth beginning spread from the center of my body. Surely my nipples were beginning to stiffen because of the cold, right? Not because of the eager black male faces smiling at me, right? RIGHT?!?
I told myself this was OK, it would actually be fun to flirt a little, maybe get some names and numbers for when I come off my fast, right? So I parked away from the main crowd and turned my lights off. I didn't have to wait long until I saw a black guy break from his group and meander over to my car. I rolled down my window and smiled at him in a friendly manner :) As he got closer and I could see him better, my heart began to pound...
He was dressed pretty typically in a hoodie and wool beanie...hey, it was COLD! But as he got closer I could see his bulk wasn't just due to all his clothes, but he was a bit of a chunky monkey. When he leaned in to talk, I actually gasped: he reminded me quite a bit of Semaj, my younger black lover from last summer/fall! This guy was the same very dark shade of skin color, same chubby cheeks, and even the wispy little dreads hanging out of his cap reminded me of him! Images of Semaj began flooding my mind: him on top of me pounding away, him licking my feet, me looking up at his chubby face while I sucked his fat black dick, etc!
I was having all these carnal thoughts while this new black guy had his face in my window saying "hey" and introducing himself (we shall call him Rod) and I croaked out a "hey" in response and that my name was Ashley (LOL, which it most certainly is not). Suddenly dry mouthed and trying to play it cool to hide my racing pulse as we exchanged pleasantries and chatter. I caught a whiff of his smell, some faint cologne and cigarettes, just like Semaj, and I swallowed hard. I swear I could even taste black dick in my mouth at that point and I had a feeling my 3 weeks of black-dick celibacy was in danger.
He said he and his boys were looking for a party, did I know of one we could all go to...? And I replied that no, I wasn't much into big parties...was more of a "one-on-one girl myself". Dang it! Why did I say that? That was one of my standard lines and I just fell right into it instead of saying something more conservative and safe like just asking for his info, telling him I would like to contact him in a couple weeks! And then high-tailing it outta there!
He arched his eyebrows...message received! His eyes had traveled down to peek at the ample cleavage my LBD was showing, as well as the nylon-covered thighs that my short skirt was revealing. He actually licked his lips (LOL) and said that: yeah, he could be a one-on-one type of guy, too. By this point I had rolled my window down all the way and his big pumpkin head was in my car, filling my entire vision at that point and before I realized it...
We were kissing! I had grabbed his head and we were kissing! A nice firm but not too forceful very sexy kiss! Dang it! He had such big sexy lips and I found myself drowning in them! We broke to take a breath and he grumbled something about it being cold out there, and yes, yes, of course, how rude of me, by all means get in the car! He did and I said that we should go somewhere a little more private, and we then proceeded to find a more secluded area.
Once there we began making out passionately. I was nearly coming out of my driver's seat and over the console in an effort to press my body against his. Sexy slow motion but urgent kissing, lip and tongue sucking, our hands all over each other, me gripping the back of his head while he ran his hands down my body to my backside. His big hands around up front to squeeze my boobs while I reached down to the front of his pants to feel that thing I hadn't felt in 3 weeks.
Well, even though we were in a relatively secluded area, it was STILL by a mall on a Friday night. Still some cars in the vicinity and driving near by. And there's always the concern of security or even the cops. This didn't feel like a safe spot for even a quickie blowjob. Which, believe it or not, I was telling myself was I was going to do with him! I asked if he had or knew of someplace more private...he said he did not. So about a minute later we are back where we first met up so he can tell his buddy basically "don't wait up for me!" And of course, to show me off as well. Those black guys leering in the car at me as he talked to them out the passenger window, knowing that he and I were heading to...
The motel!
Yup...much to my disbelief: there I was just a couple minutes later, standing in front of Hadji and getting a room at a cheap motel by the interstate right down from the mall, while Rod was still in my car, playing some horrible hip hop crap on my stereo! I had selected a place that was both inexpensive and had rooms with exterior access so I didn't have to parade this ugly chubby thug thru a lobby.
And just a couple minutes after that, that same ugly chubby black boy and I were in the middle of this cheap motel room and resuming our making out. He had barely given me time to shut the door behind and engage the lock when he grabbed me and pulled me against him, his fat tongue pressing past my lips. I had dropped my purse and slid my coat off my shoulders to the floor as we kissed passionately. We eased our way over to the bed, our lips and bodies never breaking contact.
We fell back on the bed, still kissing and groping passionately. His hand made a beeline up my skirt to rub my pussy thru my pantyhose. At this point I would have already kicked my heels off so I could rub my feet up and down his legs. But DANG THESE STRAPPY HEELS! When I put them on earlier that evening, I had no idea I would have the need to remove them quickly! So I leaned forward to un-buckle them and tear them off. While sitting up and doing this, I slapped his foot and told him to get his Air Nigga sneakers off, too.
Like I said, I was wearing pantyhose, but not thigh-highs or crotchless ones I could leave on for him, like I would normally wear in a hook-up situation. So I just said to myself "what the heck?" and turned my back towards him as he was taking his sneakers off.
"Unzip me please!" I requested and he obliged. Ummm...something about the feel of a strong black hand unzipping my dress! I jumped up to wiggle out of it. I turned towards him so he could take in the view, especially I as slowly reached behind me to un-do my bra. I playfully kicked at him and told that he should get undressed too!
And so he jumped up and began ripping off his own clothes, but careful not to miss seeing a second of me slipping my bra off and rolling my pantyhose down and stepping out of them. We were soon totally bare in front of each other, my nipples like pool cues in the cold air of the motel room. Nothing like pressing my bare body against a strange black one I'd only known for less than an hour at that point! Especially when I felt that hard black dick throbbing against my belly.
We fell back on the bed, kissing again, his fingers once again heading straight between my legs but this time with no nylon barrier to keep him from dipping into my wet warmth. I shuddered all over at his touch, my feet now bare and free to rub up and down his hairy legs. My hand instinctively went down to cup his balls and slide up to grip and slowly stroke his shaft. He had a glorious fat black dick, the kind I think of as "big" compared to white ones, but "average" compared to other black ones! And in this case "average" is DEFINITELY NOT a bad thing!
I reluctantly pulled my lips away from his lips and quickly leaned forward so I could taste that beautiful black dick. There was a thick glistening glob of pre-come on the tip that I greedily licked up before wrapping my lips around the head. AH, there it was! That musky roast beef flavor that comes with a new black dick, flooding my taste buds. I moaned at the taste and began sucking deeply for more of it, my body shivering and my pussy actually getting even wetter as he fingered me.
I had only taken a few deep strokes on it with my mouth, before he is pulling at me, saying "come on, Boo!" as he's simultaneously raising himself and pushing me back. Wow, I had intended on giving him my extra special blowjob, but he had something else in mind! And...yes, at that moment, I agreed with him, that I *also* didn't want to wait any longer...I wanted him to fuck me, right then and there!
I laid back and opened my legs for him, as he scrambled on his knees between them. He gripped his fat black dick as I spread my lips and bucked my hips, causing my wet pussy to graze the head of his dick and causing us BOTH to shiver. He wedged the head between those wet trembling lips, and then plunged forward.
YES!!
YES YES YES!!
It was totally raw and very UN-romantic, the way he just unceremoniously shoved his black dick inside me...but that was exactly what I wanted at that moment! Heck, I had 21 days of foreplay, I was ready to FUCK! LOL. I heard myself cry out loudly, thin motel room walls be danged, and wrapped my legs around him as he began pumping. He was leaning forward, that ugly jack-o-lantern face just over mine, eyes glazed at the sounds of our bodies slapping together. I bit my lip and just smiled up at him my most decadent smile, telling him how GOOD that felt and to keep on doing that, keep FUCKING ME.
Now, I'd like to say that we engaged in a nice long round of intercourse. But that wouldn't be true. No, this was URGENT, very much a QUICKIE...and there's nothing wrong with that, sometimes. This was one of those times. He was grinding away at such a furious pace I knew he couldn't or wouldn't last. And to be honest, he seemed too inexperienced to have the restraint to pace himself properly. And like I said: that's all OK. One thing I've learned with younger guys is go ahead and let them have that first one, that they have more than one round in the chambers.
And sure enough, within a few minutes of pumping his ugly face got even uglier when he grimaced, then bellowed like a bull and began squirting what felt like a pint of African seed inside me. And in fairness, I had pretty much come as well as soon as I touched my clit just before he came. Quite a sight in the middle of my own throes to look up and see my tightly clenched toes over his shoulder as I felt his own body getting close to coming as well.
I grabbed his wide head and began kissing him passionately as he drained his balls into me, using my pussy muscles to squeeze and milk every drop. Such a moment, him dripping sweat on me, both of our bodies convulsing, me rubbing my feet lazily up and down the backs of his legs. We laid there for awhile, him on top and still inside me, enjoying the "afterglow".
Stepping out of the bathroom awhile later, I took in the sensations...ie the sight of a strange black body against the white sheets, the feeling of my own body tingling from a fresh fucking, the taste of his dick in my mouth, and smells of sex filling the small room. Ah, how I had missed this! Had it only been 3 weeks? I wasn't ready for it to end quite yet...
I asked if he needed to go or if he could stay. He said that he could stay and grabbed his phone to make a few texts to let whomever know not to wait up on him LOL. He was still on his phone when I already had his only semi-deflated black dick in my mouth, exploring all the flavors of our inter-mingled sex that coated it. This time he laid back and let me do my thing, worshiping not only his black dick but his entire ebony body with my mouth. Yes, I licked the sweaty soles of his big bear-paw feet and sucked his toes before working my way up to his doughy chest and belly and back to work on his now-throbbing black dick.
Now that there was no rush, we took our times exploring each other like that.
"I want you to suck my titties..." And he did.
"I want you to eat my pussy..." And he did. Once again, not at expert level, but it was really more of me humping his face while I got off haha.
And then more sucking from me, a bit of 69, followed by me climbing on his once-again rock hard black dick and riding. Forward, then facing away so he could ogle and squeeze my ass. And then up into doggy-style. LOTS of doggy style LOL, on our knees on the bed, then standing by the bed, him bending me over at the waist. Stopping to put his black dick in my mouth from time-to-time, both to keep him from coming too fast and just to taste me on him.
And fucking in the spooning position, one of my faves. And of course more missionary, my legs back on his shoulders and my feet up in his face. Begging him to lick my arches and suck my toes while he fucked me with that glorious black dick of his. And he did. Lots of kissing while fucking, BEGGING him to kiss while fucking. Telling him how much I loved his big black dick, that I loved big black dicks in general but really liked his. And him admitting that I was his first white pussy, how he'd always wanted white pussy, and a sexy older while woman was always his biggest fantasy.
And more orgasms. By the time I dropped him off at a corner convenience store (for him to walk to a buddy's house) at the crack of dawn this morning, I counted 3 nuts from him, 2 deep in my pussy and one mostly in my mouth but also on my face. And more than that from me...my body had been on fire with lust and never quite got extinguished no matter how many times I came. I drove back home this morning tired but satisfied...a little disappointed I came up a week short of my abstinence goal. While I'm still not sure how much control I really have over my Negro problem (LOL), I do know that I'm not going to worry about it and enjoy while I am still in my prime and able to do so!
I haven't posted since last fall, although I have been keeping some of yall updated privately.
I've been super-busy with a very full dance card, even after my "regular" Semaj moved away! The good thing about my scenario is that its usually pretty darn easy to find willing volunteers (ie black guys) to be my hook-up buddies!
In fact, my January was a little wild...a few local "regulars" (Tubby, from the airport, and X, from the local black college) in addition to a couple new ones, as well as a New Years Eve-eve one nighter back home, and oh, I *did* finally hook up with Kenyan from my "Next Man Up" post last fall! Like I said: super-busy!
Maybe, TOO busy?
I have to admit by the end of JAN, I was beginning to feel run down...happens every year, the culmination of the holidays and all that. But this year I was wondering if all the crazy sex I was sneaking around to have played a part in my fatigue? Some of my friends and co-workers were taking part in this type of fasting, where you give up something meaningful in your life for a significant amount of time, like a month. My friend who gave up meat was raving about having more energy and my friend who gave up social media reported her mind was the clearest in had been in years.
I normally don't get into New Year's resolutions nor all that feel-good/yoga kind of stuff. But as the first of FEB approached, I began thinking about Black History Month, and how I usually do crazy stuff to "celebrate" it...such as the one year I tried to suck a different black dick a day for 28 days (harder to do than you might think!) and one year I tried looking up some of my personal "black history", ie my first few black guys. The idea of trying to top all that just exhausted me even more...
And then it hit me: celebrate Black History Month by abstaining from black dick! Sounds crazy, but I swear it made sense at the time! Not only would it give me a chance to re-charge my batteries (literally haha), but would give me the opportunity to reflect on my lifestyle. Do I really just WANT black dick or do I NEED it? Was I letting it run my life and make my decisions for me? HEY, who's in charge here: me or the black dicks?!? I needed to know, so my little experiment began...my local regulars were a little miffed having their weekly fun with me postponed, but I promised I'd make it up to them :)
It's been tough! I was going to say "hard" LOL...that would be the best way to describe my nipples every morning haha. You know if you do the same things at about the same times every week, you mentally and physically began expecting it, right? I had gotten in the habit of seeing Tubby on Friday nights, Xavier usually on Tues and Thu, so I noticed myself getting particularly antsy on those days at those times. Oh and on the weekends. And Wed nights too. And Mon...OK, I was horny and craving it 24-7 LOL!
But overall I was doing pretty good and was expecting to hit my target of Mar 1st or maybe even wait til my birthday on Mar 03. Thanks to all of my friends here who knew of this and were supporting me privately! However I'm both sad and happy to report to you all that my quest for 29 black-dick-free days fell a little short last night.
The evening started out innocently enough and I swear I had no ulterior motives, except to go have dinner with some old friends and come straight home! We were meeting up in my old college town about an hour north, so I had a go-bag with me to convert my work-day look into more of an evening-wear look. My work peeps didn't realize that black skirt I was wearing? Was actually a sex little black dress once I removed the conservative sweater and jacket over it. Switch out conservative work pumps for strappy black heels and leave my black nylons on, jazz up my hair and make-up in the bathroom...and WAH-LA! I'm ready for an evening out on the town!
Hanging out with my friends was great and we had a good time! Since I had an hour drive back home, I passed on the opportunity to go out to a club with them afterwards. I honestly got in my car to head home with nothing but good intentions...I swear! But as I was driving past the mall, I found myself turning in and heading to the area where guys cruise and hang out. This was just a bad habit, as I swing thru there whenever I visit this town as there is typically a high concentration of black guys there. Yes, I've made friends there before :)
What was I doing? LOL I found my hands shaking a little as they gripped the wheel as I saw all the black guys hanging out in groups and cruising around. And some of them were beginning to spot ME, a nice-looking older blonde lady driving up in their midst. As they began staring and smiling, I could feel my body beginning to betray me: my belly flip flopping, a certain warmth beginning spread from the center of my body. Surely my nipples were beginning to stiffen because of the cold, right? Not because of the eager black male faces smiling at me, right? RIGHT?!?
I told myself this was OK, it would actually be fun to flirt a little, maybe get some names and numbers for when I come off my fast, right? So I parked away from the main crowd and turned my lights off. I didn't have to wait long until I saw a black guy break from his group and meander over to my car. I rolled down my window and smiled at him in a friendly manner :) As he got closer and I could see him better, my heart began to pound...
He was dressed pretty typically in a hoodie and wool beanie...hey, it was COLD! But as he got closer I could see his bulk wasn't just due to all his clothes, but he was a bit of a chunky monkey. When he leaned in to talk, I actually gasped: he reminded me quite a bit of Semaj, my younger black lover from last summer/fall! This guy was the same very dark shade of skin color, same chubby cheeks, and even the wispy little dreads hanging out of his cap reminded me of him! Images of Semaj began flooding my mind: him on top of me pounding away, him licking my feet, me looking up at his chubby face while I sucked his fat black dick, etc!
I was having all these carnal thoughts while this new black guy had his face in my window saying "hey" and introducing himself (we shall call him Rod) and I croaked out a "hey" in response and that my name was Ashley (LOL, which it most certainly is not). Suddenly dry mouthed and trying to play it cool to hide my racing pulse as we exchanged pleasantries and chatter. I caught a whiff of his smell, some faint cologne and cigarettes, just like Semaj, and I swallowed hard. I swear I could even taste black dick in my mouth at that point and I had a feeling my 3 weeks of black-dick celibacy was in danger.
He said he and his boys were looking for a party, did I know of one we could all go to...? And I replied that no, I wasn't much into big parties...was more of a "one-on-one girl myself". Dang it! Why did I say that? That was one of my standard lines and I just fell right into it instead of saying something more conservative and safe like just asking for his info, telling him I would like to contact him in a couple weeks! And then high-tailing it outta there!
He arched his eyebrows...message received! His eyes had traveled down to peek at the ample cleavage my LBD was showing, as well as the nylon-covered thighs that my short skirt was revealing. He actually licked his lips (LOL) and said that: yeah, he could be a one-on-one type of guy, too. By this point I had rolled my window down all the way and his big pumpkin head was in my car, filling my entire vision at that point and before I realized it...
We were kissing! I had grabbed his head and we were kissing! A nice firm but not too forceful very sexy kiss! Dang it! He had such big sexy lips and I found myself drowning in them! We broke to take a breath and he grumbled something about it being cold out there, and yes, yes, of course, how rude of me, by all means get in the car! He did and I said that we should go somewhere a little more private, and we then proceeded to find a more secluded area.
Once there we began making out passionately. I was nearly coming out of my driver's seat and over the console in an effort to press my body against his. Sexy slow motion but urgent kissing, lip and tongue sucking, our hands all over each other, me gripping the back of his head while he ran his hands down my body to my backside. His big hands around up front to squeeze my boobs while I reached down to the front of his pants to feel that thing I hadn't felt in 3 weeks.
Well, even though we were in a relatively secluded area, it was STILL by a mall on a Friday night. Still some cars in the vicinity and driving near by. And there's always the concern of security or even the cops. This didn't feel like a safe spot for even a quickie blowjob. Which, believe it or not, I was telling myself was I was going to do with him! I asked if he had or knew of someplace more private...he said he did not. So about a minute later we are back where we first met up so he can tell his buddy basically "don't wait up for me!" And of course, to show me off as well. Those black guys leering in the car at me as he talked to them out the passenger window, knowing that he and I were heading to...
The motel!
Yup...much to my disbelief: there I was just a couple minutes later, standing in front of Hadji and getting a room at a cheap motel by the interstate right down from the mall, while Rod was still in my car, playing some horrible hip hop crap on my stereo! I had selected a place that was both inexpensive and had rooms with exterior access so I didn't have to parade this ugly chubby thug thru a lobby.
And just a couple minutes after that, that same ugly chubby black boy and I were in the middle of this cheap motel room and resuming our making out. He had barely given me time to shut the door behind and engage the lock when he grabbed me and pulled me against him, his fat tongue pressing past my lips. I had dropped my purse and slid my coat off my shoulders to the floor as we kissed passionately. We eased our way over to the bed, our lips and bodies never breaking contact.
We fell back on the bed, still kissing and groping passionately. His hand made a beeline up my skirt to rub my pussy thru my pantyhose. At this point I would have already kicked my heels off so I could rub my feet up and down his legs. But DANG THESE STRAPPY HEELS! When I put them on earlier that evening, I had no idea I would have the need to remove them quickly! So I leaned forward to un-buckle them and tear them off. While sitting up and doing this, I slapped his foot and told him to get his Air Nigga sneakers off, too.
Like I said, I was wearing pantyhose, but not thigh-highs or crotchless ones I could leave on for him, like I would normally wear in a hook-up situation. So I just said to myself "what the heck?" and turned my back towards him as he was taking his sneakers off.
"Unzip me please!" I requested and he obliged. Ummm...something about the feel of a strong black hand unzipping my dress! I jumped up to wiggle out of it. I turned towards him so he could take in the view, especially I as slowly reached behind me to un-do my bra. I playfully kicked at him and told that he should get undressed too!
And so he jumped up and began ripping off his own clothes, but careful not to miss seeing a second of me slipping my bra off and rolling my pantyhose down and stepping out of them. We were soon totally bare in front of each other, my nipples like pool cues in the cold air of the motel room. Nothing like pressing my bare body against a strange black one I'd only known for less than an hour at that point! Especially when I felt that hard black dick throbbing against my belly.
We fell back on the bed, kissing again, his fingers once again heading straight between my legs but this time with no nylon barrier to keep him from dipping into my wet warmth. I shuddered all over at his touch, my feet now bare and free to rub up and down his hairy legs. My hand instinctively went down to cup his balls and slide up to grip and slowly stroke his shaft. He had a glorious fat black dick, the kind I think of as "big" compared to white ones, but "average" compared to other black ones! And in this case "average" is DEFINITELY NOT a bad thing!
I reluctantly pulled my lips away from his lips and quickly leaned forward so I could taste that beautiful black dick. There was a thick glistening glob of pre-come on the tip that I greedily licked up before wrapping my lips around the head. AH, there it was! That musky roast beef flavor that comes with a new black dick, flooding my taste buds. I moaned at the taste and began sucking deeply for more of it, my body shivering and my pussy actually getting even wetter as he fingered me.
I had only taken a few deep strokes on it with my mouth, before he is pulling at me, saying "come on, Boo!" as he's simultaneously raising himself and pushing me back. Wow, I had intended on giving him my extra special blowjob, but he had something else in mind! And...yes, at that moment, I agreed with him, that I *also* didn't want to wait any longer...I wanted him to fuck me, right then and there!
I laid back and opened my legs for him, as he scrambled on his knees between them. He gripped his fat black dick as I spread my lips and bucked my hips, causing my wet pussy to graze the head of his dick and causing us BOTH to shiver. He wedged the head between those wet trembling lips, and then plunged forward.
YES!!
YES YES YES!!
It was totally raw and very UN-romantic, the way he just unceremoniously shoved his black dick inside me...but that was exactly what I wanted at that moment! Heck, I had 21 days of foreplay, I was ready to FUCK! LOL. I heard myself cry out loudly, thin motel room walls be danged, and wrapped my legs around him as he began pumping. He was leaning forward, that ugly jack-o-lantern face just over mine, eyes glazed at the sounds of our bodies slapping together. I bit my lip and just smiled up at him my most decadent smile, telling him how GOOD that felt and to keep on doing that, keep FUCKING ME.
Now, I'd like to say that we engaged in a nice long round of intercourse. But that wouldn't be true. No, this was URGENT, very much a QUICKIE...and there's nothing wrong with that, sometimes. This was one of those times. He was grinding away at such a furious pace I knew he couldn't or wouldn't last. And to be honest, he seemed too inexperienced to have the restraint to pace himself properly. And like I said: that's all OK. One thing I've learned with younger guys is go ahead and let them have that first one, that they have more than one round in the chambers.
And sure enough, within a few minutes of pumping his ugly face got even uglier when he grimaced, then bellowed like a bull and began squirting what felt like a pint of African seed inside me. And in fairness, I had pretty much come as well as soon as I touched my clit just before he came. Quite a sight in the middle of my own throes to look up and see my tightly clenched toes over his shoulder as I felt his own body getting close to coming as well.
I grabbed his wide head and began kissing him passionately as he drained his balls into me, using my pussy muscles to squeeze and milk every drop. Such a moment, him dripping sweat on me, both of our bodies convulsing, me rubbing my feet lazily up and down the backs of his legs. We laid there for awhile, him on top and still inside me, enjoying the "afterglow".
Stepping out of the bathroom awhile later, I took in the sensations...ie the sight of a strange black body against the white sheets, the feeling of my own body tingling from a fresh fucking, the taste of his dick in my mouth, and smells of sex filling the small room. Ah, how I had missed this! Had it only been 3 weeks? I wasn't ready for it to end quite yet...
I asked if he needed to go or if he could stay. He said that he could stay and grabbed his phone to make a few texts to let whomever know not to wait up on him LOL. He was still on his phone when I already had his only semi-deflated black dick in my mouth, exploring all the flavors of our inter-mingled sex that coated it. This time he laid back and let me do my thing, worshiping not only his black dick but his entire ebony body with my mouth. Yes, I licked the sweaty soles of his big bear-paw feet and sucked his toes before working my way up to his doughy chest and belly and back to work on his now-throbbing black dick.
Now that there was no rush, we took our times exploring each other like that.
"I want you to suck my titties..." And he did.
"I want you to eat my pussy..." And he did. Once again, not at expert level, but it was really more of me humping his face while I got off haha.
And then more sucking from me, a bit of 69, followed by me climbing on his once-again rock hard black dick and riding. Forward, then facing away so he could ogle and squeeze my ass. And then up into doggy-style. LOTS of doggy style LOL, on our knees on the bed, then standing by the bed, him bending me over at the waist. Stopping to put his black dick in my mouth from time-to-time, both to keep him from coming too fast and just to taste me on him.
And fucking in the spooning position, one of my faves. And of course more missionary, my legs back on his shoulders and my feet up in his face. Begging him to lick my arches and suck my toes while he fucked me with that glorious black dick of his. And he did. Lots of kissing while fucking, BEGGING him to kiss while fucking. Telling him how much I loved his big black dick, that I loved big black dicks in general but really liked his. And him admitting that I was his first white pussy, how he'd always wanted white pussy, and a sexy older while woman was always his biggest fantasy.
And more orgasms. By the time I dropped him off at a corner convenience store (for him to walk to a buddy's house) at the crack of dawn this morning, I counted 3 nuts from him, 2 deep in my pussy and one mostly in my mouth but also on my face. And more than that from me...my body had been on fire with lust and never quite got extinguished no matter how many times I came. I drove back home this morning tired but satisfied...a little disappointed I came up a week short of my abstinence goal. While I'm still not sure how much control I really have over my Negro problem (LOL), I do know that I'm not going to worry about it and enjoy while I am still in my prime and able to do so!
5 years ago
