Hanging Out With a couple of Black Guys...!
Hey yall! Hope everyone is staying safe and not going too stir crazy from being locked down! I've been social distancing with a few notable exceptions over the last couple months. :) Let me catch you up on the latest.
So hopefully you read my last blog post about how I actually tried being celibate for the month of FEB and sadly couldn't even make it 3/4 the way thru the shortest month of the year without giving in to negro penis! My post about that can be found here:
https://xhamster.com/posts/9908111
OK, now you've read it? Good!
So I had a few very safe and careful hookups during MAR and APR, but it wasn't until the first week of MAY that I hooked up with Rod'Rick again. I had driven up to see my parents for the first time since all the virus stuff happened, which passes by my old college town...and yes my nipples got a little stiff just driving past the exit and seeing the sign for the motel where he and I fornicated.
He was on my mind during my visit so I messaged him to see if he would be available that SUN night when I would be driving back home. He was, and we went thru a very similar process to our first encounter: met up at the mall, drove over to the cheap motel, spent the evening having fun: smooching, groping, oral, sex, snooze a couple hours, sex again in the early morning light, drop him off to run back home in time for work.
Since that was only our 2nd time together, there was that nice mix of newness tempered with some familiarity. Our first session had been very promising and the 2nd one picked right up where we left off. He *had* been inexperienced, but we've now had sex 5 times in 2 long sessions, so he and I definitely found a nice groove! And I was looking forward to more...
In fact...
This sounds terrible to say, but my trip up to my parents the first week of May was supposed to take care of Mother's day for my mom. But as the week progressed, I thought maybe I should take a quick trip back up there (only a couple hours) and surprise her on actual Mother's Day as well? And here's the terrible part: a part of me just wanted an excuse to drive up that way so I could swing thru and meet up with Rod again! Hey, at least Mom got a visit and I (and Rod) get some fun as well...win-win-win!!!
So while I was at my parents I messaged him and yes, he seemed as eager to re-engage as I was! I asked if he had or knew of someplace we could go to be alone? While the motel was indeed cheap, I was OK with avoiding the expense if I could, since I have only been making 75% salary during lockdown. He finally got back to me and said that his "boy Quel" might have a place we could go...
OK, color me "intrigued" at the sound of that...and at the sound of his "boy Quel"...!
At some point, it seems most black guys start talking about meeting their "boys" and that usually leads to 1 of 2 things... :)
I spent Mother's Day with mom and took Monday off to hang out as well. At some point in the evening I headed back home with a very important detour along the way. There was some road-related delays, and I arrived at the exit to my college town in the early evening, just after 7p. I met them at the same area of the mall and followed them into town, near campus, to my surprise.
Now, I wasn't sure what to expect and to be honest, I didn't have high hopes this was actually going to work out. I am super-cautious in my meet-ups; being that way is what's kept me safe and secure for years now. Guys are often in a rush to hook up and their idea of secure isn't always up to my standards. I fully expected that to happen this time...
I figured we'd be riding to the 'hood, but instead were down near campus. It's an older part of town with lots of old houses that have been converted to apartments...talk about bringing back memories! I spent many evenings in that part of town, near where many of the frat and sorority houses are (or were)...just seeing those streets and houses made me feel nostalgic and I was *definitely* intrigued at where this was headed.
We turned in between 2 old houses, one of which looked completely deserted, around to a small gravel lot in the back...VERY private! Hmmm, maybe I under-estimated these guys' sense of discretion! Quel pulled out a big key ring and opened the back door on the left side of the building and we were suddenly in a run-down kitchen.
OK, so maybe THIS is where I give you your visual. I had been with fam during the day, so casually made up, with a pony tail, black leggings and chunky heel open-toe sandals...my mom had given me some tops and I had one of them on, a long "shirt-dress" to wear over leggings the buttoned all the way down in the front.
As noted before, Rod is a chubby black boy, a nice dark brown shade with a big round pumpkin face. I remembered Quel as being one of the black boys at the mall when I first met Rod. He was a little taller and a lot skinner than Rod, but with a weird scrunched face, reminded me of a Pug dog's. He looked odd with his long neck and that weird little face that looked too small for the rest of him. Oh, and he was a couple shades darker than Rod, which is always nice... :)
So I had to ask what the deal was, and as it turns out, Quel's (uncle or somebody) was the maintenance man for these buildings and this one was under renovation. Normally it would have had a good chance of being occupied even during spring and summer, but with classes being cancelled due to the pandemic, it had been vacant for months...they were hoping to have it ready to be rented in the fall if things get back to normal.
And yeah, like I said: the streets were very bare. I knew from past experience this town emptied out when classes weren't in session, but this was something worse...like a ghost town. Which sucked for the local economy, no doubt...but was good for privacy for me and these guys at the current moment :)
We took a quick look around and saw: the kitchen (with back door) we'd entered, small bathroom, living area and bedroom...with a front door between the living room and bedroom. The place was mostly empty but with construction supplies in the living room, making the whole apt smell like paint. Oh, and an apparently abandoned futon in the corner of the living room. Hmmm, LOL...
So many memories came flooding back! I'm sure I'd never actually been in that specific house before, but I'd surely past it a number of times and had been in old house/apartments with the exact same layout and vibe. But still security is my main concern, so I was still quizzing Quel about the situation...
He said this was the only key to the place, so as long as we had it and locked ourselves in, no one would walk in on us. No one would look for the key until the next day and only if they wanted to work on the place. He and Rod and their friends had been using the place as a hang-out, getting "smoked up" (his words) on the futon.
So yeah...that satisfied me! It had just gotten dark outside and with the windows covered up with sheets, only some street lights getting in to make the living room just light enough but not *too* light. The occasional car driving by, but not much noise in the neighborhood...definitely felt secluded. I settled in on the futon and began removing my strappy sandals while Rod and Q went back to the kitchen...I assumed they were talking about me, making some sort of plans, and the idea made my whole body tingle. I heard the lock in the kitchen door and then Rod entered the living room...
Alone...
It took me a second as I was expecting to see Q as well, but then I heard his car crank and headlights splash the room as he drove out of the little parking lot.
"Oh, is Quel not staying?" I asked "innocently" (LOL)...and Rod replied that "Naw, we got the place to ourselves!"
Now, I was FAR from disappointed in this turn of events...especially when Rod strutted right over and leaned down to cover my lips with his thick purple ones, his hand immediately on my breast. In fact, I was the OPPOSITE of disappointed as we melted down onto the futon together, our lips and tongues swirling as we began making out very deeply and passionately...my hands instinctively coming up to grasp the back of his head and shoulders, my legs wrapping around him and bare feet sliding up and down the backs of his calves as he pushed me back onto the futon.
But I guess I *HAD* been expecting Quel to stay and...observe? Participate? I wasn't sure WHAT I was expecting to be honest, but his presence had been in the back of my mind ever since Rod had mentioned him. Like I said, when black guys mention their "boys", things either go one of 2 ways: 1. they want to show you off but be possessive and keep you for themselves, or 2. they want to share you. I had Rod pegged as a guy who wanted to share, but maybe I was wrong? And I guess it was my fault for not bringing it up earlier, just so expectations would be set.
However we weren't discussing anything at the moment, the only sounds coming out from us being little grunts and moans and lip-smacking as we kissed and groped each other. Rod had begun to unbutton my blouse and had latched his fat lips around my nipples. I could feel the hard-on in his jorts pressing against my pussy thru the thin material of my leggings. Rubbing the soles of my feet all over his bare legs was causing my entire body to tingle like crazy.
Now during our previous encounter a week earlier, I did this thing where I slowed down the action by making him watch me lick and suck him. At the time it was a maneuver to keep him from his desire of just jumping on top of me and start pumping away :) It definitely worked at the time and I guess it made an impression on him, because after our making out and groping was getting ramped up, he said:
"Do that like you done last time," he grunted. "Lick me up and down..."
Oh my! Just the sound of those words in his raspy voice made me shiver and I smiled at him as I slid down in front of him to begin undressing him.
I started down at his feet, un-tying his Air Nigga sneakers and pulling off his musty socks. He has big bear paw feet and I was quickly running my tongue over the bottoms of them and sucking his fat sausage toes. I kissed my way up his leg til I got to his shorts...they came down next, along with his underwear, causing his big black dick to spring up. As tempting as that big meaty morsel was, I continued licking and kissing my way up his thighs and hips.
His hoodie flew off over his head and there my lips were all over his doughy torso and wide arms and shoulders. Of course now that my mouth was up on his shoulders and neck, I was close enough for him to reach over and squeeze my tits and slip his hands inside my leggings to finger my pussy. So amazing, and I quickly returned the favor by massaging his big black balls and stroking his dick.
I kissed all over his ugly pumpkin head again and quickly kissed a line back down his torso...I was more than ready to taste the salty delights of his big black dick. I swirled my tongue all over the inflated head, savoring the flavor of his pre-come and teasing it just a little before putting it in my mouth.
Yes, yes, I know...I forgot his balls and all the underneath and behind parts! But don't worry, I would definitely get to them in time! I began sucking him nice and slow while he pushed my leggings down to my knees so he could finger me more easily. And I was squeezing my pussy around his fat fingers as he slid them in and out of me. I gave his black dick a very proper sucking, eventually making my way down to suck his big avocado balls and even pushing my head further down to lick his taint and ass crack.
He had been fingering me the entire time, and finally when I was about to explode I quickly pulled myself around and began tugging my leggings the rest of the way off my legs and feet, getting comically tangled in my desperation to rip them off!
I straddled him with his fat black dick in my hand, rubbing his dick head across my pussy lips, smearing my pussy juice all over it...before gradually sliding down on it. Oh my gosh, it felt like sitting down on a fire hydrant, as his size filled me up completely, no part of my pussy not being touched by his dick. Digging my fingers into his shoulders as I just sat on his fat black dick for a bit, us looking each other deep in the eyes and savoring the moment.
Slowly grinding on it, using moves I'd learned in a belly-dancing class at the gym. His eyes rolling back in his head and groaning...me still watching his face for reactions. Eventually his hands on my ass cheeks and squeezing as I worked my hips in circles. Me directing one of his hands down to my foot so he could dig his thumb into my tender tingling sole and now it was MY turn for eye rolling and moaning! Leaning down to kiss him again as we really began FUCKING!
After quite a bit of riding, I was in danger of a leg cramp and rolled off him...which of course encouraged him to climb on top of me for some missionary fucking! Wow, talk about a flashback! I may have had sex on a futon back in the day, but it would have been a few pumps from my lame ex-fiancee and his lil pink weenie...nothing like wrapping my legs around Rod's thick midsection as he slid his Pringle's can of a dick inside me! Limited room made for a very cozy screw, his face buried in my neck as I held onto his broad body and he slid his hard black dick in and out me...
And it was sometime after that when the dirty talk began!
Rod was definitely a bit of a shit-talker, from the very first time. I'd floated the idea to him that I had a "man" somewhere that I was cheating on...obviously a white guy, and he found the idea very very very very exciting that white guy was boring and that I craved black dick on the side. Heck, I found it pretty exciting myself!
Especially when Rod would begin grunting nasty stuff in my ear, asking me about how I LOVED his black dick, didn't I?
("OH YES I DO!")
And how that white boy aint got what he got...
("NO HE DOESNT!")
And how he (Rod) fucks me better than that cracker or any other white boys do...
("YES! YES YOU DO!")
And so on and so forth, making me describe in detail every thing I loved about his big N-word dick!
It was during this point while the words were flowing freely, that I took a chance...
"When's Quel coming back?" I panted.
"He aint coming til I text him we done," he panted back. "Don't worry, we got plenty of time!"
Well, that wasn't what I was getting at, was it? I paused for a few beats (literally LOL) before adding:
"Oh...I thought he was going to be here with us..."
And just let that hang there for a bit...Rod's pumping slowed a little as if he were considering this, and I swear I felt his body hitch a little when the full meaning of my words hit him. Well, here it was: moment of truth!
He leaned back a little to look at me, and *finally* a grin spread across his pumpkin face.
"Oh shit...you want him here watching you, don't you?"
I just smiled and shrugged.
"OR...you want him doin' more than watching?"
Another shrug and a more wicked smile this time.
His grin got a little more evil looking as well as understanding continued to creep over him.
"Aw shit," he said. "What you do if Quel was here right now?"
And I leaned up quickly and gently bit Rod's bottom lip and began to suck on it. Both of us smiling even more as our actions would allow us, never breaking eye contact. He got the point, but I wanted to drive it home. I was aware of his hand on the futon near my face so I quickly dipped my head over and scooped his thumb into my mouth and began sucking greedily on it.
"Aw shit!" he said again. "You want to suck that (N-word)'s dick, don't you?"
"That wouldn't bother you, would it" I asked as demurely as I could with his thumb in my mouth.
"Hell naw!" he laughed. "You aint my woman!"
YAY! That was absolutely the correct answer and I felt that surge of satisfaction I feel whenever a guy "gets it"...!
For the rest of the encounter, Rod'rick's fingers and thumbs stayed in my mouth while he fucked me, leaving no doubt that we were both fantasizing about Quel and him at the same time. Especially fun was doggie style, half hanging off the futon when he was leaning over my shoulder with a handful of my blonde hair in one hand as he slid the fingers of his other hand in and out of my mouth. Pushing my head down on "Quel's dick" and forcing it deep into my mouth, telling me to "keep on sucking' that (N-word) dick, baby!"
And then whipping around so that I could put HIS dick in my mouth FOR REAL...not fingers or an imaginary Quel, but HIS rock hard back dick that had been fucking me and was coated in my pussy juice. Him watching with half-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly...watching me suck it, and then me grabbing his fingers to put them back in my mouth while stroking his dick, then switching back and forth between them a couple times.
Obviously I was implying I was taking turns sucking their dicks and he smiled to let me know he got it. Finally I looked him dead in the eye as I took "Quel" (his fingers) and moved from from my mouth back to my pussy. His eyes widened at this as he reached around to insert them in me...
"Oh, you gonna let Quel have some of that white pussy too?!?" he grumbled.
"UM-HMMM!" I affirmed as best I could with a mouthful of Rod's left testicle in my mouth. I spit it out long enough to add: "Would you be OK with that?"
"AW HELL YES!" he grunted. "As long as you keep on doing that!"
And with that he began fingering me HARD again..not the grinding type, but the more aggressive style with his hand smacking against me loudly, my pussy getting wetter and wetter, causing that wonderful sloppy slapping sound. I heard some slut wail in pure pleasure and realized that was ME! For a few seconds there, the illusion was totally real and in my mind it was Quel pounding me from behind while Rod fucked my mouth.
I exploded, gushing all over his hand and trying my best not to bite or choke on his dick while I writhed in pure orgasmic joy. Rod could just stare in wide-eyed wonder as I spasmed and flopped around until I finally had to pull his fingers out of my pussy. He immediately put them in my mouth and I began greedily sucking all my come off his fingers.
"Look at that shit..." he mumbled as he watched me. "Ol' Quel done made you nut!"
"You BOTH did," I purred as I licked and sucked on his fingers.
"Reckon its my turn then..." he said as he began shifting me over onto my back.
I wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement or a command, and to be honest: I didn't care. I probably would've given his young black ass my PIN number at that point if he'd asked for it :)
He grabbed one ankle and spread my legs wide as he climbed on top of me again. He slapped his rock hard dick against my pussy lips before sliding it back in me. Once it was in he grabbed my other ankle so that he had one in each hand, my feet up in the air as he began grinding his dick in me.
Eventually my feet were resting on his shoulder as he gripped my waist to fuck me like a rag doll. I knew him witnessing my wild orgasm had him close and he wouldn't last long, so I began rubbing the soles of my sweaty feet all over his face as he began picking up speed and huffing and puffing. And yes, before long he was clenching up and squirting streams of hot chocolate nut deep inside me while he bellowed and grunted like an ape.
Afterwards we were laying naked and panting sprawled out on the futon when he reached for his phone to message Quel that the coast was clear. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and when I came out, Rod was dressed.
Now here is where it gets tricky...sure, we'd just had a wild encounter involving "Quel" and fantasizing about their 2 black dicks at once, etc. But, sometimes its just that: a fantasy. And not meant to bleed over in real life. And you can never be sure which it is...until you bring it up and put it out there. Of course its easier to take a chance with a booty call guy than a real boyfriend or lover or husband. :)
"Hey, when Quel gets here," I said once I heard the tell-tale sound of gravel crunching under his car wheels beside the house. "Would you send him back here to me?"
Rod turned to look at me with a bemused expression on his face.
"Just give us a couple minutes alone?" I added. "If that's OK with both yall, of course..."
"Oh, its all good," Rod chuckled as he got up to meet Quel at the back door.
It was an anxious minute or so as I sat on the futon with them in the kitchen. I could hear low voices but couldn't make out specific words. I was wondering what exactly Rod was telling him and I shivered at the thought of it. I heard a couple of low laughs, which is always a good sign, before Quel appeared in the doorway and I heard the back door close.
Once again, a visual: I had slipped my panties back on and the long shirt dress...and while it was not open, I had only bothered to button it up about 1/3 of the way. And I'd say that had a bit of an impact on Quel, as he froze in the door way when his eyes adjusted and he took in my barely-dressed state.
"Hey!" I said in my perkiest voice. You know, the one i might use greeting a friend at the grocery, not sitting 75% naked in a vacant apartment that likely smelled like pure sex at the moment.
"Come sit!" I said with a smile and patting the futon beside me.
He did as I instructed, and I wondered what was going thru his mind as I curled up closer to him...his eyes traveling up my bare feet and legs to the generous opening in my top. My hair had been in a ponytail that had mostly come undone during my wild romp with Rod and I had tried to put it back....however under Quel's watchful eyes I took it back down and shook my hair loose, blonde locks touching my shoulders. I placed one hand on his thigh and leaned closer to say:
"I just wanted to thank you for providing us this place to hang out!" I smiled, still perkily. "You saved me at least $50 on a motel room!"
"Yeah, no problem," he murmured. He seemed a proper mixture of nervous and excited, which is OK as that described me at the moment as well.
"Any time..." he muttered as he cut his eyes towards my exposed cleavage, clearly trying to see deeper into the gap in my blouse.
"Oh, like maybe this weekend...?" I purred, my "perky" voice getting a little softer as I leaned even closer so that my lips were getting dangerously close to his ear and my left breast pressed against his arm.
"Sure!" he quickly said. "Bunch of us usually here on weekends, gettin' smoked up..."
"Hmmmm..." I purred, my lips grazing his ear. "A BUNCH of you...?"
"I was hoping for just the 3 of us..."
And to punctuate that, I simultaneously licked his ear-lobe, did a little shoulder wiggle to cause my shirt dress to fall open and reveal my bare right breast, AND slid my hand up to the lump in the front of his pants.
He groaned and croaked out a "uh.......yeah, OK" as I began kissing his ear and neck and massaging his hard-on. He was wearing slick Adidas track pants and they were making a whooshing sound as I rubbed them that was loud in the otherwise silent room.
After a bit of this I whispered to him: "Why don't so pull these down for me...? So I can...finish thanking you...?"
He reached down to quickly yank his slick track pants and boxers down to mid-thigh, causing his hard black dick to spring out. I gasped at the sight of it, another nice fat black dick that looked like it was a copy of Rod'rick's tool that I had just spent so much time enjoying...
I have been doing quite a bit of yoga during this lockdown and was limber enough to lift my right leg and hook the toes of my foot into the waistband and use them to push his track pants all the way down to the floor. I slid the arch of that foot up and down his bared shin.
"Oh My Gosh...!" I whispered in his ear as we both gazed down to admire the sight of his big black dick in my well-manicured white hand as I gently massaged it, causing him to groan.
I bit at his ear lobe and kissed a quick line down his neck, letting him feel my lips curl into a wicked grin. I dipped my head down to his crotch, resuming my quick kisses on his upper thigh, right where his leg joined with his torso. His black dick was throbbing next to my face and I could feel the heat coming off of it. I took a few seconds to inhale deeply, letting the manly scent of the musk of his crotch permeate my senses and cause my whole body to respond by tingling.
I shifted my body away from him just a bit so I could bury my face deeper into his crotch, running my tongue across his big sweaty balls...scooping them one at a time in my mouth to suck on them, moan deeply at the delightful flavors of black ball sweat on my taste buds.
Looking up at him as I worked my lips and tongue up the underside of his shaft...crazy view, with his dick over me and across my face, with his wide-staring eyes and shocked face in the background. Maintaining eye contact as I worked my way up the underside of the shaft to the head, feeling his pre-come smearing my cheek. Teasing that pre-come with my tongue a bit, feeling my whole body melt as the salty flavor of his seed...
I've said before, but one of my favorite things in the world is the taste and scent of a new black dick, one that I've never experienced before. You'd think I'd be used to it or even tired of it by now, but no...quite the opposite, in fact...I swear I get more out of it now than I ever have, and every time feels like both the first time as well as a wonderful familiar place that I go to...
I was suddenly impatient and quickly wrapped my lips around the entire head and began sucking greedily. He moaned deeply and I did the same in response, my moan muffled by the fact I had a mouthful of his black dick...this caused him to moan again and ME to moan again as I pushed my head down to take in more of him. Our "call and response" moans continued as I began sucking him deeper and more passionately. This wasn't an act I was putting on for him...no, the taste and the ACT of sucking this strange young black guy's dick was causing my body to throb and my head to swirl with lust.
I whipped my hair around so he could see me with his dick in my mouth. His eyes had gone from wide open to half-glazed with pleasure and I can only imagine how much like a wild thirsty a****l I looked like to him at that moment. I felt his hand on my back and then slide around inside my open blouse to squeeze my tits...my own right hand flew back to rub my pussy while I sucked him.
Make no mistake, this wasn't a "fore-play" type blowjob I was giving, this was clearly one that was heading to completion, and probably very quickly. And I had no issue with that, it was exactly what the situation called for. He had begun to buck his hips and basically fuck my mouth, balls slapping my chin, while I applied deep suction on his black dick.
Pretty soon his bucking became more erratic and I felt his body clench up...I knew what was coming next. Literally! I looked up at him just in time to see his mouth drop open and his eyes go crossed just before the first blast hit the back of my throat. His hand was suddenly on the back of my head, holding me in place while he emptied the contents of his big black balls in my mouth and down my throat.
HUGE LOAD splattering in my mouth! Nothing like the feel of a black dick erupting like a volcano in my mouth, tasting the exotic musky African sperm and feeling the dick clench and release. Our call-and-response moans went from desperate and wild to ragged and satisfied, as I answered his "mmmmmmmm"s with happy little "mmmmmm"s of my own as I sucked every drop out of him. Finally I reluctantly pulled my head away from his crotch and sat up facing him.
"Er, I know that was supposed to be me paying you back..." I said, wiping my mouth. "But I feel I should be thanking you for THAT, too!"
He just laughed and still looked a little stunned. I grabbed by stuff and ran to the bathroom to clean up a bit and finish getting dressed. He locked up behind us and we walked across the little gravel lot where Rod was sitting on the hood of their car, checking his phone. I had a fresh piece of gum in my mouth, but still only kissed him on the cheek to say 'good bye'...
"See yall again soon?" I said hopefully. Rod peeked over at Quel, who just nodded.
"Yeah, we can do that..." he said with a smile and a wink, causing my tummy to flutter a little.
Or maybe my tummy was fluttering due to the fact I had one huge load of Negro sperm swimming around it to match the other huge load of Negro sperm soaking my ovaries and dribbling out of me into the crotch of my leggings at that moment?
It was a great way to spend the day after Mother's Day and I can' wait to see them BOTH again... :)
So hopefully you read my last blog post about how I actually tried being celibate for the month of FEB and sadly couldn't even make it 3/4 the way thru the shortest month of the year without giving in to negro penis! My post about that can be found here:
https://xhamster.com/posts/9908111
OK, now you've read it? Good!
So I had a few very safe and careful hookups during MAR and APR, but it wasn't until the first week of MAY that I hooked up with Rod'Rick again. I had driven up to see my parents for the first time since all the virus stuff happened, which passes by my old college town...and yes my nipples got a little stiff just driving past the exit and seeing the sign for the motel where he and I fornicated.
He was on my mind during my visit so I messaged him to see if he would be available that SUN night when I would be driving back home. He was, and we went thru a very similar process to our first encounter: met up at the mall, drove over to the cheap motel, spent the evening having fun: smooching, groping, oral, sex, snooze a couple hours, sex again in the early morning light, drop him off to run back home in time for work.
Since that was only our 2nd time together, there was that nice mix of newness tempered with some familiarity. Our first session had been very promising and the 2nd one picked right up where we left off. He *had* been inexperienced, but we've now had sex 5 times in 2 long sessions, so he and I definitely found a nice groove! And I was looking forward to more...
In fact...
This sounds terrible to say, but my trip up to my parents the first week of May was supposed to take care of Mother's day for my mom. But as the week progressed, I thought maybe I should take a quick trip back up there (only a couple hours) and surprise her on actual Mother's Day as well? And here's the terrible part: a part of me just wanted an excuse to drive up that way so I could swing thru and meet up with Rod again! Hey, at least Mom got a visit and I (and Rod) get some fun as well...win-win-win!!!
So while I was at my parents I messaged him and yes, he seemed as eager to re-engage as I was! I asked if he had or knew of someplace we could go to be alone? While the motel was indeed cheap, I was OK with avoiding the expense if I could, since I have only been making 75% salary during lockdown. He finally got back to me and said that his "boy Quel" might have a place we could go...
OK, color me "intrigued" at the sound of that...and at the sound of his "boy Quel"...!
At some point, it seems most black guys start talking about meeting their "boys" and that usually leads to 1 of 2 things... :)
I spent Mother's Day with mom and took Monday off to hang out as well. At some point in the evening I headed back home with a very important detour along the way. There was some road-related delays, and I arrived at the exit to my college town in the early evening, just after 7p. I met them at the same area of the mall and followed them into town, near campus, to my surprise.
Now, I wasn't sure what to expect and to be honest, I didn't have high hopes this was actually going to work out. I am super-cautious in my meet-ups; being that way is what's kept me safe and secure for years now. Guys are often in a rush to hook up and their idea of secure isn't always up to my standards. I fully expected that to happen this time...
I figured we'd be riding to the 'hood, but instead were down near campus. It's an older part of town with lots of old houses that have been converted to apartments...talk about bringing back memories! I spent many evenings in that part of town, near where many of the frat and sorority houses are (or were)...just seeing those streets and houses made me feel nostalgic and I was *definitely* intrigued at where this was headed.
We turned in between 2 old houses, one of which looked completely deserted, around to a small gravel lot in the back...VERY private! Hmmm, maybe I under-estimated these guys' sense of discretion! Quel pulled out a big key ring and opened the back door on the left side of the building and we were suddenly in a run-down kitchen.
OK, so maybe THIS is where I give you your visual. I had been with fam during the day, so casually made up, with a pony tail, black leggings and chunky heel open-toe sandals...my mom had given me some tops and I had one of them on, a long "shirt-dress" to wear over leggings the buttoned all the way down in the front.
As noted before, Rod is a chubby black boy, a nice dark brown shade with a big round pumpkin face. I remembered Quel as being one of the black boys at the mall when I first met Rod. He was a little taller and a lot skinner than Rod, but with a weird scrunched face, reminded me of a Pug dog's. He looked odd with his long neck and that weird little face that looked too small for the rest of him. Oh, and he was a couple shades darker than Rod, which is always nice... :)
So I had to ask what the deal was, and as it turns out, Quel's (uncle or somebody) was the maintenance man for these buildings and this one was under renovation. Normally it would have had a good chance of being occupied even during spring and summer, but with classes being cancelled due to the pandemic, it had been vacant for months...they were hoping to have it ready to be rented in the fall if things get back to normal.
And yeah, like I said: the streets were very bare. I knew from past experience this town emptied out when classes weren't in session, but this was something worse...like a ghost town. Which sucked for the local economy, no doubt...but was good for privacy for me and these guys at the current moment :)
We took a quick look around and saw: the kitchen (with back door) we'd entered, small bathroom, living area and bedroom...with a front door between the living room and bedroom. The place was mostly empty but with construction supplies in the living room, making the whole apt smell like paint. Oh, and an apparently abandoned futon in the corner of the living room. Hmmm, LOL...
So many memories came flooding back! I'm sure I'd never actually been in that specific house before, but I'd surely past it a number of times and had been in old house/apartments with the exact same layout and vibe. But still security is my main concern, so I was still quizzing Quel about the situation...
He said this was the only key to the place, so as long as we had it and locked ourselves in, no one would walk in on us. No one would look for the key until the next day and only if they wanted to work on the place. He and Rod and their friends had been using the place as a hang-out, getting "smoked up" (his words) on the futon.
So yeah...that satisfied me! It had just gotten dark outside and with the windows covered up with sheets, only some street lights getting in to make the living room just light enough but not *too* light. The occasional car driving by, but not much noise in the neighborhood...definitely felt secluded. I settled in on the futon and began removing my strappy sandals while Rod and Q went back to the kitchen...I assumed they were talking about me, making some sort of plans, and the idea made my whole body tingle. I heard the lock in the kitchen door and then Rod entered the living room...
Alone...
It took me a second as I was expecting to see Q as well, but then I heard his car crank and headlights splash the room as he drove out of the little parking lot.
"Oh, is Quel not staying?" I asked "innocently" (LOL)...and Rod replied that "Naw, we got the place to ourselves!"
Now, I was FAR from disappointed in this turn of events...especially when Rod strutted right over and leaned down to cover my lips with his thick purple ones, his hand immediately on my breast. In fact, I was the OPPOSITE of disappointed as we melted down onto the futon together, our lips and tongues swirling as we began making out very deeply and passionately...my hands instinctively coming up to grasp the back of his head and shoulders, my legs wrapping around him and bare feet sliding up and down the backs of his calves as he pushed me back onto the futon.
But I guess I *HAD* been expecting Quel to stay and...observe? Participate? I wasn't sure WHAT I was expecting to be honest, but his presence had been in the back of my mind ever since Rod had mentioned him. Like I said, when black guys mention their "boys", things either go one of 2 ways: 1. they want to show you off but be possessive and keep you for themselves, or 2. they want to share you. I had Rod pegged as a guy who wanted to share, but maybe I was wrong? And I guess it was my fault for not bringing it up earlier, just so expectations would be set.
However we weren't discussing anything at the moment, the only sounds coming out from us being little grunts and moans and lip-smacking as we kissed and groped each other. Rod had begun to unbutton my blouse and had latched his fat lips around my nipples. I could feel the hard-on in his jorts pressing against my pussy thru the thin material of my leggings. Rubbing the soles of my feet all over his bare legs was causing my entire body to tingle like crazy.
Now during our previous encounter a week earlier, I did this thing where I slowed down the action by making him watch me lick and suck him. At the time it was a maneuver to keep him from his desire of just jumping on top of me and start pumping away :) It definitely worked at the time and I guess it made an impression on him, because after our making out and groping was getting ramped up, he said:
"Do that like you done last time," he grunted. "Lick me up and down..."
Oh my! Just the sound of those words in his raspy voice made me shiver and I smiled at him as I slid down in front of him to begin undressing him.
I started down at his feet, un-tying his Air Nigga sneakers and pulling off his musty socks. He has big bear paw feet and I was quickly running my tongue over the bottoms of them and sucking his fat sausage toes. I kissed my way up his leg til I got to his shorts...they came down next, along with his underwear, causing his big black dick to spring up. As tempting as that big meaty morsel was, I continued licking and kissing my way up his thighs and hips.
His hoodie flew off over his head and there my lips were all over his doughy torso and wide arms and shoulders. Of course now that my mouth was up on his shoulders and neck, I was close enough for him to reach over and squeeze my tits and slip his hands inside my leggings to finger my pussy. So amazing, and I quickly returned the favor by massaging his big black balls and stroking his dick.
I kissed all over his ugly pumpkin head again and quickly kissed a line back down his torso...I was more than ready to taste the salty delights of his big black dick. I swirled my tongue all over the inflated head, savoring the flavor of his pre-come and teasing it just a little before putting it in my mouth.
Yes, yes, I know...I forgot his balls and all the underneath and behind parts! But don't worry, I would definitely get to them in time! I began sucking him nice and slow while he pushed my leggings down to my knees so he could finger me more easily. And I was squeezing my pussy around his fat fingers as he slid them in and out of me. I gave his black dick a very proper sucking, eventually making my way down to suck his big avocado balls and even pushing my head further down to lick his taint and ass crack.
He had been fingering me the entire time, and finally when I was about to explode I quickly pulled myself around and began tugging my leggings the rest of the way off my legs and feet, getting comically tangled in my desperation to rip them off!
I straddled him with his fat black dick in my hand, rubbing his dick head across my pussy lips, smearing my pussy juice all over it...before gradually sliding down on it. Oh my gosh, it felt like sitting down on a fire hydrant, as his size filled me up completely, no part of my pussy not being touched by his dick. Digging my fingers into his shoulders as I just sat on his fat black dick for a bit, us looking each other deep in the eyes and savoring the moment.
Slowly grinding on it, using moves I'd learned in a belly-dancing class at the gym. His eyes rolling back in his head and groaning...me still watching his face for reactions. Eventually his hands on my ass cheeks and squeezing as I worked my hips in circles. Me directing one of his hands down to my foot so he could dig his thumb into my tender tingling sole and now it was MY turn for eye rolling and moaning! Leaning down to kiss him again as we really began FUCKING!
After quite a bit of riding, I was in danger of a leg cramp and rolled off him...which of course encouraged him to climb on top of me for some missionary fucking! Wow, talk about a flashback! I may have had sex on a futon back in the day, but it would have been a few pumps from my lame ex-fiancee and his lil pink weenie...nothing like wrapping my legs around Rod's thick midsection as he slid his Pringle's can of a dick inside me! Limited room made for a very cozy screw, his face buried in my neck as I held onto his broad body and he slid his hard black dick in and out me...
And it was sometime after that when the dirty talk began!
Rod was definitely a bit of a shit-talker, from the very first time. I'd floated the idea to him that I had a "man" somewhere that I was cheating on...obviously a white guy, and he found the idea very very very very exciting that white guy was boring and that I craved black dick on the side. Heck, I found it pretty exciting myself!
Especially when Rod would begin grunting nasty stuff in my ear, asking me about how I LOVED his black dick, didn't I?
("OH YES I DO!")
And how that white boy aint got what he got...
("NO HE DOESNT!")
And how he (Rod) fucks me better than that cracker or any other white boys do...
("YES! YES YOU DO!")
And so on and so forth, making me describe in detail every thing I loved about his big N-word dick!
It was during this point while the words were flowing freely, that I took a chance...
"When's Quel coming back?" I panted.
"He aint coming til I text him we done," he panted back. "Don't worry, we got plenty of time!"
Well, that wasn't what I was getting at, was it? I paused for a few beats (literally LOL) before adding:
"Oh...I thought he was going to be here with us..."
And just let that hang there for a bit...Rod's pumping slowed a little as if he were considering this, and I swear I felt his body hitch a little when the full meaning of my words hit him. Well, here it was: moment of truth!
He leaned back a little to look at me, and *finally* a grin spread across his pumpkin face.
"Oh shit...you want him here watching you, don't you?"
I just smiled and shrugged.
"OR...you want him doin' more than watching?"
Another shrug and a more wicked smile this time.
His grin got a little more evil looking as well as understanding continued to creep over him.
"Aw shit," he said. "What you do if Quel was here right now?"
And I leaned up quickly and gently bit Rod's bottom lip and began to suck on it. Both of us smiling even more as our actions would allow us, never breaking eye contact. He got the point, but I wanted to drive it home. I was aware of his hand on the futon near my face so I quickly dipped my head over and scooped his thumb into my mouth and began sucking greedily on it.
"Aw shit!" he said again. "You want to suck that (N-word)'s dick, don't you?"
"That wouldn't bother you, would it" I asked as demurely as I could with his thumb in my mouth.
"Hell naw!" he laughed. "You aint my woman!"
YAY! That was absolutely the correct answer and I felt that surge of satisfaction I feel whenever a guy "gets it"...!
For the rest of the encounter, Rod'rick's fingers and thumbs stayed in my mouth while he fucked me, leaving no doubt that we were both fantasizing about Quel and him at the same time. Especially fun was doggie style, half hanging off the futon when he was leaning over my shoulder with a handful of my blonde hair in one hand as he slid the fingers of his other hand in and out of my mouth. Pushing my head down on "Quel's dick" and forcing it deep into my mouth, telling me to "keep on sucking' that (N-word) dick, baby!"
And then whipping around so that I could put HIS dick in my mouth FOR REAL...not fingers or an imaginary Quel, but HIS rock hard back dick that had been fucking me and was coated in my pussy juice. Him watching with half-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly...watching me suck it, and then me grabbing his fingers to put them back in my mouth while stroking his dick, then switching back and forth between them a couple times.
Obviously I was implying I was taking turns sucking their dicks and he smiled to let me know he got it. Finally I looked him dead in the eye as I took "Quel" (his fingers) and moved from from my mouth back to my pussy. His eyes widened at this as he reached around to insert them in me...
"Oh, you gonna let Quel have some of that white pussy too?!?" he grumbled.
"UM-HMMM!" I affirmed as best I could with a mouthful of Rod's left testicle in my mouth. I spit it out long enough to add: "Would you be OK with that?"
"AW HELL YES!" he grunted. "As long as you keep on doing that!"
And with that he began fingering me HARD again..not the grinding type, but the more aggressive style with his hand smacking against me loudly, my pussy getting wetter and wetter, causing that wonderful sloppy slapping sound. I heard some slut wail in pure pleasure and realized that was ME! For a few seconds there, the illusion was totally real and in my mind it was Quel pounding me from behind while Rod fucked my mouth.
I exploded, gushing all over his hand and trying my best not to bite or choke on his dick while I writhed in pure orgasmic joy. Rod could just stare in wide-eyed wonder as I spasmed and flopped around until I finally had to pull his fingers out of my pussy. He immediately put them in my mouth and I began greedily sucking all my come off his fingers.
"Look at that shit..." he mumbled as he watched me. "Ol' Quel done made you nut!"
"You BOTH did," I purred as I licked and sucked on his fingers.
"Reckon its my turn then..." he said as he began shifting me over onto my back.
I wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement or a command, and to be honest: I didn't care. I probably would've given his young black ass my PIN number at that point if he'd asked for it :)
He grabbed one ankle and spread my legs wide as he climbed on top of me again. He slapped his rock hard dick against my pussy lips before sliding it back in me. Once it was in he grabbed my other ankle so that he had one in each hand, my feet up in the air as he began grinding his dick in me.
Eventually my feet were resting on his shoulder as he gripped my waist to fuck me like a rag doll. I knew him witnessing my wild orgasm had him close and he wouldn't last long, so I began rubbing the soles of my sweaty feet all over his face as he began picking up speed and huffing and puffing. And yes, before long he was clenching up and squirting streams of hot chocolate nut deep inside me while he bellowed and grunted like an ape.
Afterwards we were laying naked and panting sprawled out on the futon when he reached for his phone to message Quel that the coast was clear. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and when I came out, Rod was dressed.
Now here is where it gets tricky...sure, we'd just had a wild encounter involving "Quel" and fantasizing about their 2 black dicks at once, etc. But, sometimes its just that: a fantasy. And not meant to bleed over in real life. And you can never be sure which it is...until you bring it up and put it out there. Of course its easier to take a chance with a booty call guy than a real boyfriend or lover or husband. :)
"Hey, when Quel gets here," I said once I heard the tell-tale sound of gravel crunching under his car wheels beside the house. "Would you send him back here to me?"
Rod turned to look at me with a bemused expression on his face.
"Just give us a couple minutes alone?" I added. "If that's OK with both yall, of course..."
"Oh, its all good," Rod chuckled as he got up to meet Quel at the back door.
It was an anxious minute or so as I sat on the futon with them in the kitchen. I could hear low voices but couldn't make out specific words. I was wondering what exactly Rod was telling him and I shivered at the thought of it. I heard a couple of low laughs, which is always a good sign, before Quel appeared in the doorway and I heard the back door close.
Once again, a visual: I had slipped my panties back on and the long shirt dress...and while it was not open, I had only bothered to button it up about 1/3 of the way. And I'd say that had a bit of an impact on Quel, as he froze in the door way when his eyes adjusted and he took in my barely-dressed state.
"Hey!" I said in my perkiest voice. You know, the one i might use greeting a friend at the grocery, not sitting 75% naked in a vacant apartment that likely smelled like pure sex at the moment.
"Come sit!" I said with a smile and patting the futon beside me.
He did as I instructed, and I wondered what was going thru his mind as I curled up closer to him...his eyes traveling up my bare feet and legs to the generous opening in my top. My hair had been in a ponytail that had mostly come undone during my wild romp with Rod and I had tried to put it back....however under Quel's watchful eyes I took it back down and shook my hair loose, blonde locks touching my shoulders. I placed one hand on his thigh and leaned closer to say:
"I just wanted to thank you for providing us this place to hang out!" I smiled, still perkily. "You saved me at least $50 on a motel room!"
"Yeah, no problem," he murmured. He seemed a proper mixture of nervous and excited, which is OK as that described me at the moment as well.
"Any time..." he muttered as he cut his eyes towards my exposed cleavage, clearly trying to see deeper into the gap in my blouse.
"Oh, like maybe this weekend...?" I purred, my "perky" voice getting a little softer as I leaned even closer so that my lips were getting dangerously close to his ear and my left breast pressed against his arm.
"Sure!" he quickly said. "Bunch of us usually here on weekends, gettin' smoked up..."
"Hmmmm..." I purred, my lips grazing his ear. "A BUNCH of you...?"
"I was hoping for just the 3 of us..."
And to punctuate that, I simultaneously licked his ear-lobe, did a little shoulder wiggle to cause my shirt dress to fall open and reveal my bare right breast, AND slid my hand up to the lump in the front of his pants.
He groaned and croaked out a "uh.......yeah, OK" as I began kissing his ear and neck and massaging his hard-on. He was wearing slick Adidas track pants and they were making a whooshing sound as I rubbed them that was loud in the otherwise silent room.
After a bit of this I whispered to him: "Why don't so pull these down for me...? So I can...finish thanking you...?"
He reached down to quickly yank his slick track pants and boxers down to mid-thigh, causing his hard black dick to spring out. I gasped at the sight of it, another nice fat black dick that looked like it was a copy of Rod'rick's tool that I had just spent so much time enjoying...
I have been doing quite a bit of yoga during this lockdown and was limber enough to lift my right leg and hook the toes of my foot into the waistband and use them to push his track pants all the way down to the floor. I slid the arch of that foot up and down his bared shin.
"Oh My Gosh...!" I whispered in his ear as we both gazed down to admire the sight of his big black dick in my well-manicured white hand as I gently massaged it, causing him to groan.
I bit at his ear lobe and kissed a quick line down his neck, letting him feel my lips curl into a wicked grin. I dipped my head down to his crotch, resuming my quick kisses on his upper thigh, right where his leg joined with his torso. His black dick was throbbing next to my face and I could feel the heat coming off of it. I took a few seconds to inhale deeply, letting the manly scent of the musk of his crotch permeate my senses and cause my whole body to respond by tingling.
I shifted my body away from him just a bit so I could bury my face deeper into his crotch, running my tongue across his big sweaty balls...scooping them one at a time in my mouth to suck on them, moan deeply at the delightful flavors of black ball sweat on my taste buds.
Looking up at him as I worked my lips and tongue up the underside of his shaft...crazy view, with his dick over me and across my face, with his wide-staring eyes and shocked face in the background. Maintaining eye contact as I worked my way up the underside of the shaft to the head, feeling his pre-come smearing my cheek. Teasing that pre-come with my tongue a bit, feeling my whole body melt as the salty flavor of his seed...
I've said before, but one of my favorite things in the world is the taste and scent of a new black dick, one that I've never experienced before. You'd think I'd be used to it or even tired of it by now, but no...quite the opposite, in fact...I swear I get more out of it now than I ever have, and every time feels like both the first time as well as a wonderful familiar place that I go to...
I was suddenly impatient and quickly wrapped my lips around the entire head and began sucking greedily. He moaned deeply and I did the same in response, my moan muffled by the fact I had a mouthful of his black dick...this caused him to moan again and ME to moan again as I pushed my head down to take in more of him. Our "call and response" moans continued as I began sucking him deeper and more passionately. This wasn't an act I was putting on for him...no, the taste and the ACT of sucking this strange young black guy's dick was causing my body to throb and my head to swirl with lust.
I whipped my hair around so he could see me with his dick in my mouth. His eyes had gone from wide open to half-glazed with pleasure and I can only imagine how much like a wild thirsty a****l I looked like to him at that moment. I felt his hand on my back and then slide around inside my open blouse to squeeze my tits...my own right hand flew back to rub my pussy while I sucked him.
Make no mistake, this wasn't a "fore-play" type blowjob I was giving, this was clearly one that was heading to completion, and probably very quickly. And I had no issue with that, it was exactly what the situation called for. He had begun to buck his hips and basically fuck my mouth, balls slapping my chin, while I applied deep suction on his black dick.
Pretty soon his bucking became more erratic and I felt his body clench up...I knew what was coming next. Literally! I looked up at him just in time to see his mouth drop open and his eyes go crossed just before the first blast hit the back of my throat. His hand was suddenly on the back of my head, holding me in place while he emptied the contents of his big black balls in my mouth and down my throat.
HUGE LOAD splattering in my mouth! Nothing like the feel of a black dick erupting like a volcano in my mouth, tasting the exotic musky African sperm and feeling the dick clench and release. Our call-and-response moans went from desperate and wild to ragged and satisfied, as I answered his "mmmmmmmm"s with happy little "mmmmmm"s of my own as I sucked every drop out of him. Finally I reluctantly pulled my head away from his crotch and sat up facing him.
"Er, I know that was supposed to be me paying you back..." I said, wiping my mouth. "But I feel I should be thanking you for THAT, too!"
He just laughed and still looked a little stunned. I grabbed by stuff and ran to the bathroom to clean up a bit and finish getting dressed. He locked up behind us and we walked across the little gravel lot where Rod was sitting on the hood of their car, checking his phone. I had a fresh piece of gum in my mouth, but still only kissed him on the cheek to say 'good bye'...
"See yall again soon?" I said hopefully. Rod peeked over at Quel, who just nodded.
"Yeah, we can do that..." he said with a smile and a wink, causing my tummy to flutter a little.
Or maybe my tummy was fluttering due to the fact I had one huge load of Negro sperm swimming around it to match the other huge load of Negro sperm soaking my ovaries and dribbling out of me into the crotch of my leggings at that moment?
It was a great way to spend the day after Mother's Day and I can' wait to see them BOTH again... :)
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