Posted Fri Jan 28, 2005 01:09 AM
seeing in any social or business setting. Not chocolate. Not cafe au
lait. Not the mahogany of the professional models who grace the covers
of Ebony or Elle or even Vogue, but a rich, deep, dark, ebony hue that
this old man's eyes had never had the pleasure of appreciating in the
flesh, so to speak.
As she paced back and forth in front of the assembled conference
participants, cordless microphone in one hand, the lighting often cast
her skin color into the blue-black indigo range of the spectrum. She
was extraordinary in her carriage as well. She was not a tall woman;
but she was a big woman, perhaps only 5' 5" tall and most likely
145-150 lbs. She was purposeful in her movements and let everyone in
the assembled group know that she was a force to be reckoned with.
Her most incredibly attractive feature was her hair - long,
inordinately long, jet black and brilliantly lustrous in the overhead
lighting. Her entire face was set in an inky frame that solidified the
idea in my mind that this was a hugely sexual being. A thin sheen of -
of what? Perspiration? Natural skin oils? Whatever it actually was, it
turned her skin into a shiny obsidian that reflected the light from
the small spotlights in the ceiling directly back into my eyes and
stunned me with a smothering effect.
I stiffened at my table as her eyes found mine, locked for a second,
then moved on to another target around the room. Had there been a
moment of recognition there? A moment of communication? I felt it; but
I did not understand it.
My reason for being here in suburban Philadelphia at a conference of
advisers and counselors from colleges and universities in the eastern
part of the state was simple: I intended to get laid; again. Let me
digress a bit here, dear reader. Approximately nine months ago I
attended a similar conference in Hershey, Pennsylvania and met an
incredible woman with whom I enjoyed an afternoon and an evening of
truly romantic passion. For some reason, our goals at that very moment
meshed so that both of us attributed the electric charge that surged
through us when we were first introduced, as a sign that something
else - something much more definitive - was about to take place in our
We learned about each other during a long, luncheon discussion. We
learned that we were both married to partners who no longer cared for
the physical side of a relationship and had supplanted that factor
with other things - in my wife's case, the spiritual life of a
fundamentalist church group, in her husband's case, an overwhelming
vicarious experience in watching sports of any and all kinds. We
looked at each other quite naively and expected that we would feel
something and walk away from it at the end of the day. How wrong we
Our afternoon and evening were spent in a romantic hotel room with
snacks and treats and an unbelievable marathon of sexual tenderness.
She very quickly accepted the fact that at my age, actual intercourse
was a sidelight to the big event and relaxed into a receiver's role to
my repeated onslaughts of oral attention. This, for some odd reason,
had become an honest-to-God fetish with me over the past ten years or
so. I find that I much prefer to ravish a woman orally - repeatedly -
than to engage in any form of genital copulation that would be less
than satisfactory to her. After a few polite protests, she understood
that I could be fulfilled emotionally by providing her repeated peaks
and valleys of delicious orgasm with fingers, thumbs, lips, teeth and
tongue. It became evident that she was enthralled with the idea that
she could take all she wanted from the afternoon and not be fearful of
having let her partner down in her part of the bargain.
What I have failed to mention to this point is, she was black -- my
very first black woman of any consequence in a loving, physical
relationship. And I learned very quickly in that long afternoon that
black is, indeed, beautiful; and there is a taste and texture
difference, which simply cannot be described by a mortal man with a
When we parted, we arranged to meet again at this particular
conference. She would, again, be moderating a discussion panel and I
would be a willing participant in the audience - until after the
conference; and then my participation would take on a different
attitude -- or so we thought at the time.
Somehow, we lost contact for a while. E-mails dropped off in their
frequency and I assumed that the interest had been fleeting on her
part and she had decided that the rendezvous in Philadelphia was a
poor idea. I accepted that. She had much to lose in her position, and
I was treading on thin ice in my own marriage as my wife had already
allowed suspicion about my online activities to take over her life.
She had become a private investigator of the enth degree and had
actually confronted me with her suspicions. So I, too, was not too
certain this would be a good idea.
Two days before the conference, I heard from her. She was sexually
delirious with the idea that we could have the opportunity to renew
our passion and told me she was quite anxious to connect in
Philadelphia. I could not say no. I could not tell her that in the
meantime I had met someone else online and had planned to meet that
woman at the hotel where the conference was to be held.
I was, indeed, in a quandary.
So, here I sat in the conference hall, watching this new woman walk
back and forth across the stage, comparing her to the one I had met
some months ago. Opposites, to be sure. Where my first black
involvement had been tall, willowy and caf� au lait in color, this
woman was short, compact and as black as the inside of Hades. I
wondered where my "friend" might be. I supposed she was conducting a
seminar in one of the other meeting rooms, but had not yet seen her. I
hoped she would make contact soon and we could slip away for lunch to
make plans. I had already reserved a room upstairs and hoped that we
could arrange things so that she and I would skip all afternoon
sessions and retire to our romantic tryst for the entire afternoon. My
sordid plan was to tell her, then, that I could not stay the evening
because of family problems and make her afternoon one to remember for
a long time. That way, I could meet my new online partner for the
evening and hope that my physical stamina would withstand the
attention of two women.
But I did not see her anywhere during any of the refreshment breaks,
in the halls between sessions, or at lunch when we were ushered into
the huge banquet hall. I scanned the crowd with anxious eyes but found
only the woman from that morning weaving her way through the tables
toward where I was standing. I paid little attention to her and
continued to search the crowd for my lost lover. I even moved out of
her way when she approached the table where I was standing.
She, however, did not move; and she stood directly in front of me and
extended her hand to take mine, saying, "I think we have a mutual
The details of our lunch conversation need not be reproduced here in
their entirety. Let it simply be said that we adjourned to a small
Italian restaurant a block away for some privacy (her suggestion, not
mine) and shared an antipasto. Her contact was deliberate. My previous
romantic liaison had informed her about me, about my propensity for a
particular type of sexual stimulation, and the fact that I would be at
this conference looking for her. At the last minute, she could not be
present and thought that this woman might be an apologetic substitute
I was stunned, to say the least. To think that two women had actually
discussed me. To think that my performance in a romantic interlude had
been the topic of several evenings' conversation between friends.
Actually, I was immensely flattered. And apprehensive.
And here was my way out; a way to clear the way for the
already-scheduled meeting with my online friend. I could very simply
be polite in my refusal to become involved. I could easily explain to
her that last February's activities were a one-time-happening. But I
didn't. Why didn't I?
Simple. This woman exuded more sexuality than any woman I have ever
met. She was so animal-like in her appearance - almost predatory -
that I was mesmerized and agreed to everything she proposed. She
explained she could only stay the afternoon since she was traveling
into the city for another appearance that evening. This, of course,
fell directly into the plan I had cooked up for the day, anyway.
We returned to our hotel and I led her to the room I had arranged.
What was her plan for the afternoon? This was not a romantic liaison,
as had been the one in Hershey. This was a deliberately planned
afternoon of sex -- simple, unadulterated sex. I honestly did not know
if I was up to it. For the first time in my life, I had doubts about
what I was going to be able to accomplish.
She wasted no time at all in giving me clues as to her intentions. She
was wearing a beautiful beige cashmere business suit and removed the
jacket to reveal a matching beige silk blouse. Her breasts were huge
and stretched the silk to its limit. I could see the lace on the tops
of the cups of her bra, also beige it appeared, contrasted starkly
against her dark skin. I am not a breast man. I have never been a
breast man, or boy, or teen. I much prefer a woman's nether regions -
those regions not seen by many, hidden from view until the woman
decides to reveal them for her own reasons. But, in this case, I was
stunned. My gaze could not be torn from those melon-shaped hills
pressing for release from their lacy prison. I resorted to a juvenile
phase and whispered, "Oh, my God!" She laughed and lifted them with
her two hands and asked if I liked them. I responded in the
affirmative, and she remarked that she had heard I was not usually
attracted to a woman's breasts.
I gave her the short version of what I did prefer and stepped closer
to her in the thought that I would now take over the direction for the
afternoon. No. It was not to be. She put her hands against my chest
and told me to relax on the side of the bed, that she was responsible
for the afternoon and that our mutual friend had described exactly how
she should go about pleasing me.
Argue with her? You've got to be kidding! I sat down on the edge of
the bed and simply watched as she removed the articles of clothing she
had on. Small brown heels, straight beige skirt, (no stockings),
half-lace cup bra, (a later peek while she was in the bathroom gave me
the size of 42D), all laid carefully on the back and arms of the
overstuffed chair at the other side of the room. Each trip to the
chair and back to stand in front of me brought me to a higher state of
rigidity and readiness, I must admit. I was totally enjoying the
"show" so to speak.
Standing in front of me in only a pair of French-cut beige panties,
she put her hands on her hips and asked again if I liked what I saw. I
informed her that she appeared to be the most delicious woman I had
ever seen. Her breasts were large, as I said earlier, but appeared to
sag very little. They simply imposed upon her chest as a resting place
for their wondrous roundness. What struck me, though, was the
appearance of her aureoles and nipples. Coal-black, and huge. When I
say 'huge' I mean the aureoles must have measured at least 3 � or 4
inches across. And the nipples were nearly � of an inch long. I looked
at her face (yes, I tore my eyes from that feast) and asked, "May I?"
She laughed and lifted them for me so that they pushed together even
more and I experienced a newfound surge of sexual excitement. I
touched them and found the skin to be as silky as one could imagine. I
allowed the fingertips of both hands to slide along their sides and
find the aureoles to draw circles around them, watching them swell and
crinkle as the nipples extended themselves like black diamonds, hard,
stiff, begging to be kissed.
She murmured, "Oh, shit!" and then giggled a little, which made her
breasts move in such a way that I thought I was going to lose it. Of
course, I immediately leaned forward in my seated position and
captured a nipple in my mouth, sucking it in as deeply as I could. I
rolled the other nipple between thumb and forefinger as I bit and
licked and flicked and sucked the other.
She yelped and moved back from me, taking her treasures with her.
"That's not quite what I had planned, Edward," she laughed. I looked
her up and down again and noticed that there was a definite wet spot
in the front of her panty crotch. Well, I was having an effect whether
I thought so or not. She must have noticed my stare and asked if I
would like to help her out of them. Of course, I agreed, and she
stepped close enough for me to stroke my hands across the expanse of
silky material that covered her ass and then around to the front panel
where I slipped my one hand between her incredible thighs and cupped
her mound, squeezing slightly with my thumb pressed against the bump
at the apex of her swollen lips. I could see how puffy she was through
the panties, but what I had actually not taken notice of before (and
this is truly out of character for me) was that she was unbelievably
hairy at the front of her mound. I breathed in and knew that we were
about to embark on something very special. Her aroma was striking. It
not only invaded my nostrils, it assaulted my entire olfactory sense,
bringing a sharp, delicious pain to my salivary glands, which
immediately began to produce liquid. They knew I was in for a
wonderful taste experience.
She playfully slapped my hand away and told me to hurry before she
ruined a $20 pair of silk "drawers." I obliged by rolling her panty
waistband down along her hips and when it reached mid-hip, I began to
realize what I was in store for.
Her bush bulged upward and outward as I released it from its silky
trappings. It was monstrous - monstrous in size, not in appearance.
There was so much hair! I wondered how she ever kept it trapped inside
a bathing suit when she went swimming. It narrowed from a very
wide-topped triangle down into the dark valley between her thighs. Her
legs were not spread at all and I could not see much else between
them, though I strained to look. In one swift motion, her panties were
around her ankles and I was helping her off with them. I brought them
to my nose and mouth and enjoyed the scent and the taste for a moment
before she reached for them. I leaned back and held them out of her
reach. "No, dear thing," I said, "these belong to me now. Didn't our
mutual friend tell you that?"
She laughed again, and she said that she had been warned not to wear a
matching set of underwear because she would not get her panties back.
She leaned down to kiss me lightly and said we would discuss that
later. Now, she murmured, it was time for dessert. She pushed me back
onto the bed, crosswise, and walked around the bed and actually pulled
me by the shoulders to a point where my head was almost hanging off
the other side. She bent and kissed me in that rather awkward position
and asked me if I was hungry. I murmured into her lips that I was
ready to eat anything she had to offer.
Posted Mon Nov 30, 2009 02:26 AM
I also couldn't fuck with the girls though it was an all girls school which allowed a certain number of guys to go for the arts programs and the ratio of boys to girls pretty much guaranteed that they was plenty of pussy not to mention that at least five of the 17 boys were cocksuckers any way making the odds better. I should say i would not fuck any of the girls because it was still too small a campus and I did not like rumors and drama except for on the stage and trust me even the girls in other majors were just as dramatic as the girls in the theater program. I was very tempted don't get me wrong but it was well known in college that I liked dick would but get down with some pussy and a lot of those girl's cunts would get wet at the thought "turning" a gay guy or making a bi guy only want pussy. I was focused on my studies and did not want that distraction. So I made due with fucking my homemade fuck toys like taking a bubble wrap sleeves and filling it with lube or lotion and putting it between pillows. It may sound extreme but I don't believe flesh-lights had been invented and I was a poor college student and couldn't afford a fuck toy any how but dammit it got the job done. In November right after Thanksgiving I was having dinner in the commons. I was sitting with my usual group and one of the girls that was sitting with us that day was a girl named Sara I have to admit that I always thought that she was hot. She had very high cheek bones and she was thin but had a killer toned ass body and she always begged to come to my dorm room and spend the night. Well that day she lay into me again and finally I said yes. I knew what she was coming for and I just couldn't resist it any more. My 3 year pussy resistance was coming to an end. I had no choice there was not a attainable cock on the campus or so I thought at the time. It was around 8 when she arrived at my dorm room door, she had just taken a shower and her her hair was still wet. I also noticed that she had cut it short. I was shocked she looked somewhere between a girl and a teen boy. She came in and sat on my bed and I sat in the small love seat across my room. She broke out some pot I lit some incense put on some music and we talked for about 30 mins. She thought she was duping me by getting me stoned, which she knew makes me horny a fact I told her at dinner but little did she know that I said yes because I needed my cock drained by a real live person because I tired of the bubble wrap. She though she was so clever as she stood up in front of me took off her pajamas and stood there in front of me naked. Her skin was as white as snow and her hair was as red as fire I shit you not this girls body was the hottest I've ever seen on a woman. Her breast were perfect and perky with huge nipples and her pussy hair was shaved into a nice v shaped box. Though it was obvious she was a girl because of her tits and cunt her body was so toned that she looked like guy a very beautiful guy a pretty boy if you will. She stared at me with those blue eyes as Dave Mathews was playing in the back ground. I sat there on the couch and took of my sweats and t-shirt and just sat there as my big black cock just stood straight out.( to see picks of my cock look at my profile) She said to me "Are you sure about it?" I smiled and grabbed my dick in my hand and answered "Why do you think I said yes to you coming here in the first place?" I motioned with my finger for her to step closer and she stood right over me. I took my other hand and put it up to her inner thigh and she shivered at my touch. I was slowly stroking my cock as I licked my finger and put it up to her snatch, which was sooooo fucking wet. I slid down and put one of her legs up on over my shoulder and began to lap at her pussy like I was a fucking dog licking at gravy at the bottom of the bowl. Her pussy taste so sweet and yet when I looked at her face she seemed so a-sexual but like the most beautiful being ever. As i cleaned her cunt with my tounge I looked up and could see the ecstasy on her face as she moaned and I stroked my cock. I told her to get down and give me head and I yelled fuck as she slid my 9inch cock all the way down to the base putting my cock all the way to the back of her throat. This fuckin bitch didn't have a gag reflex and she sucked my dick like a motha fucking pro. I just watched her as she made my black dick disappear in side her warm mouth while jerking my dick on the back stroke ensuring that my prick was being stimulated at all times. I sat there twisting my hips around grinding my ass into the couch because it felt so good. I kept saying "oh fuck oh fuck" " suck my dick....got.....daaaam girl!" I began to play with my nipples as she worked my johnson. I raised her head to kiss her after she took her pinkish-red lips off my golden rod she began licking my abs and eventually licking and slightly biting my nipples. She took some lube I had sitting next to me and put some on my ass. I was stunned and she got this naughty grin on her face as she started to play with my hole and stroke my cock. Now I did not expect that and it was on from that point, i began to whimper with delight as she rubbed my hole and slid hr finger in side, She lid it back and forth while sucking my cock. I was going fucking crazy because of the sensations on my cock and inside me ass. She steadily prodded my ass with her finger and massaged my prostate and I moaned and writhed around on the couch in nasty, lustful, dirty ecstasy. I don't remember when she put on the strap on he had in her bag or even how she out it on with out ever moving her hand from my cock but she began to fuck me. I was in pure pleasure, the cock she was using was just right and it vibrated and I shot my first load right there. We then switched and she lay on the couch and I got on my knees so my cock could get in another nutt. It never got limp and pulsated when I looked down and saw that bare white pinkish slit and that red cunt hair. I took my bare prick and put the tip just inside her muffs lips and teased her with my fuck rod. There is something amazing about seeing a big black dick slowly slide into a red headed girl's milky white, wet, warm, white mound. She gasped as I dug my cock deep down to the hilt of her cunt and to the base of my cock. I sighed in ecstasy as I slowly began to grind my dick inside her pussy. I licked her tits and nipples and kissed her as she said my name and begged me to fuck her."who's in your cunt?" I asked her "who's in your cunt?" I would say in between my one whimpers and groans of pleasure I then wanted her to come and could tell she was close. I started to pump my cock filling up her pussy with my cunt probe. She moaned " fuck me!" "oh oh please make my cunt drip with my cum please ah ah ah" "make my pussy squirt with you big black cock!" she continued as I plowed her tight snatch. "yea gimme that pussy girl" "there you go.... fuck my dick... yea..yea...girl" "uh huh imma make that pussy cum bitch come on.....come on... quit playing.... and come on my dick" I said in hear her as fucked at a good but steady pace and then she started " Oh.....oh.......oh yes...fuck...my...pussy....ah..oh. your gonna make......me......cu...cu.......CUUUUUUUUUUUM......OHHHH.....OHHHH SHHIT........mmmmmmmmmmm... I then took my cock out as she began to squirt!!! I never saw that shit before and was so turned on as her juice went all over my cock. I quickly stuck my black pussy drill inside her dripping cunt and began to come down on that pussy " yes....yes....yes girl......ah..ah..damn" "shit i wanna nutt inside you so bad!! I said in a whine of ecstasy... "cum inside me!!!" "dump that nigger load deep in my cunt" This really made me lose it and I began to buck like a fucking beast, moaning while I gree closer to pumping her whitegirl pussy full of nigger dick nut. "OHHHHHHHHHH.........I'MM...NU....NU......NUT'N and then all I could do was just ride the pleasure that my body was experiencing. The nutt was so sucking intense that I could not control my body as it shook. I lay my head down next to hers on the pillow and just made whimpering moans as my cock gushed come inside her tight, wet, warm box. I could barely take it when I slid my prick from her now cum filled pussy and as I slowly took out the head of my cock I shook because my cock was so sensitive. My nutt began to drain out of her pussy. I got down and cleaned of every bit of my cock's juice and loved my taste and made her squirt her cum again as I ate mine from her pussy which now had a cum smelling musk to it that smelled so fucking good. We fucked all night and that Christmas break she came home with me to my grandparents who were out of town that and I gave that pussy tons of my load. She kept her hair short and boy like and always had her handy strap-on and we had some great sessions until we graduated. Hey I love dick more than anything but that was some good pussy,
Posted Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:37 AM
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