I drew her clitorous between my lips, circling it with my
tongue, and flicking it as she pulled me tighter.

Withdrawing my finger, I looked up as I moved forward, the
tip of my cock brushing her thigh as I licked my fingers
clean. Then I worked both nipples, cleaning every trace of
the honey off them as I worked my fingers in and around her
pussy, my palm moving against her mound.

Rachelle’s voice plays across the line,

“Come on over, won’t you?”

Rachelle, a 19 year old sophomore at the local community college,
has a way of obtaining her desires…

“Sure, I’ll be by in about a half and hour…”

“And bring some smoke?”

“Ok, See ya”

We both came from the same small town, though I had not lived there long,
to a city of 200,000, supposedly to get a college degree. Albeit that
alone could have formed the basis of an alliance, Rachelle had caught my
eye well before I learned our future plans held common elements.

I had made her friendship a primary goal, though I certainly wouldn’t
have objected to intimate companionship. After we each had a chance to
get settled into our new surroundings, I called to ask her over;
to party, see my space and whatever came up.

Being new to the area, I had chosen to spend the first semester in
the Dorms. Much to my suprise, by the 4th week of classes, the whole
first floor began a regular routine of partying togethar on the weekends.

Well as I round the corner from the kitchen I am greeted by a
sight of pure sex and lust…you all have started an orgy
that looks to have all the signs of lasting all night…and
as your hostass I am going to make sure that it does.

It would start like any other party only I would greet you
all at the door wearing a corset of red with black lace, a
nice little pair of red see thru panties, garter belt, hose
(probably black with a seem), and 4″ heels. I would greet you
all with a long deep wet kiss and then show you to the bar
area for some small talk and to get to know you all.

Once everyone was relax and getting those wonderfully warm
and tingle thoughts I would start my show. I have this
wonderful round table that I would put in the middle of the
room with all my furniture and pillows set around so you all
could get the best views. I would start a very sexy dance for
you all ( I have danced ballet for 20 years and am very good)
I think that I would spend a great deal of time just making
you all hot before I got to the point of taking anything off,
and I am sure that having all of your eyes on me would leave
my panties wet for you all to see.

Obviously these girls were dressed to kill, all wearing skirts and small tops
to compete in the bar and tend with the heat while dancing. I was wearing
a sharp shirt and tie, while Tim had on his work uniform, blue jeans and a tux
shirt. I had always felt that the tux shirts on the bouncers helped to attract
the scantily clad women that came to the bar. After I had gotten the cash
register drawers into the safe I made up a round of shots for everyone and put
some music on from the D.J. booth. Tim was already working deals with Cathy.
The six of us went down to the dance floor to do some dancing as we allowed the
alcohol to take its effects.

Soon we were back at a table chatting when the girls described a little game
that they were playing earlier. The game is called I’ve-Never and is great at
parties that have people who aren’t afraid of divulging some secrets. You take
turns, while sitting in a circle, saying something that you have never done and
you think someone else in the party has. The game is played with honesty being
a requirement. For instance I would say I’ve-never wore a bra, and all the
girls would be required to drink (or do what the group has decided for that
game). So you have to keep thinking of things that you think maybe someone
else has done and you haven’t. As this game was going on it turned to all sex
related questions quickly and we found out just how far each person has
ventured into the world of sexuality. With the conversation being so sexual
and all the liquor we wanted on hand we were all getting very horny. After
about an hour of this I said that I had never done a strip-tease before, I
had an inclination that Cathy had done this before and it was true. As Cathy
was paying the price for being the only one who had stripped for anyone before
we made her tell us about it. After the story she had told us, the
conversation immediately switched to stripping and Karen, the bride to be,
was dissapointed that her friends were unsuccessfull in getting her a stripper
for her party and that for sure her fiance’ and his friends were probably with
one or more right now. Well this was getting to be to good to be true when the
girls began to ask Tim and I to put on a show for Karen it was like taking
candy from a baby.

Naturally, having this job and the fact that I also played on the football
team allowed me to meet a variety of people, some good some bad. On this
evening a group af girls came in for one of the girls stag-ett party. It was
around 11:00 p.m. when they arrived and I knew quite a few of them. The girl
who was being married was a friend of an old girlfriend of mine so I knew her
and some of the waitron’s that worked for me. As the night went on and the
females were drinking and dancing alot I was able to do some big time flirting
with the whole group. This is made even easier when you have the house bar-
tab to buy these women cocktails. At closing time,(1:00 a.m. in this state),
I told the girls they were welcome to stay and party after we closed the bar
for the night. It was common occaasion for a few of us that worked there
to sit around and have a very small party after we cleaned up.

Well, diary, I suppose you know the rest–oh, you want more? Insatiable
hussy! All right, well, I helped Tom out of his pants and made him sit in
Chuck’s chair–the only one in the office with arms and that has that
rocking motion. I knelt right in front of him–I can’t believe I’m saying
this, but it’s just what I did–and held my arms straight up, and he helped
me out of the cashmere. I reached back and unhooked my bra–the blue silky
low-cut one that I use with the sweater–and he looked like his eyes would
pop out his head when my boobs settled on his lap in all their glory.

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It worked. Oh, Diary, he’s just the way I imagined him. You want the
details? But that’s sooooo embarrassing. But you were a great help to me,
so I’ll tell you all about it.
I explained to Chuck that I had lost important stuff in the computer
and would stay late to fix it. Chuck hates the computers. He likes
football. So, as it was Monday, I suggested he go down to Ringo’s and watch
Monday Night Football on the big screen, and I would fix my directory and
then join him at eight. He fell for it, dear Chuck, and cleared out of here
at five. Tom was getting ready to leave, too, so Chuck never gave him a
thought, _but_ Tom always catches the five-ten bus and that gave me the
time I needed to work up my courage and call him over to my desk. He was
very understanding and obliging, as always, and called home to say he’d be
late, and stepped right over, eager to be of service. My knight in shining
armor! I even said so, and would you believe it, he _blushed_.
I suggested we work from the terminal in Chuck’s office, where the
printer is for our workgroup, and we went in. I left the door open at
first; Tom is skittery with ladies and I didn’t want to scare him off
before I had a chance to set the hook. He cracked the directory in no time,
printed you out, read over the first couple of paragraphs to make sure you
were OK, and became, oh, terribly quiet. At this moment I closed and locked
the office door.

“The Black Experience.”

I recently had sex with someone other than my husband for
the first time. What bothers me is that it was by far the most
exciting experience of my life.
I am a forty-year-old mother of two sons. I have been
married for nineteen years to a wonderful, caring and loving man.

Before we had children, Frank liked to take nude photos of me.
We have a very large scrapbook of me in steamy poses from fully
clothed to butt naked. That book has been hidden in the basement
for years. I must admit that I have been able to maintain my
figure. I may not be quite as firm as I was, but I am still a
size six.
Recently, my older boy, James, who is eighteen, invited a
friend, Richard, to spend the night. He is living with an aunt
and uncle who are his legal guardians. Richard is a little older
than James, and his originally from Jamaica. It seemed a little
strange having a black man in our home.
Frank was taking the boys to the Baseball Hall of Fame for
the weekend. Richard was supposed to go along but,
unfortunately, his uncle called and said he needed him to help
with some family matter. He could not pick Richard up until
saturday night as he would be away on business until late Friday.
After Frank and the boys left for the weekend, Richard and I
had dinner. After dinner he helped me clean up. We then watched
some TV and chatted. He is a bright, outgoing young man. About
eleven o’clock, Richard said goodnight and went up to bed. I
watched the news and then went upstairs to straighten up the
bathroom.
The bathroom had adjoining doors to my younger son’s room
and to the guest room. While cleaning the room, I heard what
sounded like panting coming from the guest room. The door was
slightly ajar and I peeked in. richard was lying on top of the
covers totally nude. He was leafing through a somewhat familiar-
looking scrapbook, and was stroking the largest, hardest cock I
had ever seen.
I knew I shouldn’t, but I just kept staring at Richard
playing with his huge black cock. I realized that he had found
the scrapbook of my nude pictures and that he was masturbating to
my naked shots. The thought of this young black man being so
excited by my naked body really made me hot!
I had never harbored thoughts of infidelity, but I was now
actively imagining how his huge black rod would feel as it slid
in and out of my cunt. all of a sudden, richard asked, “Who’s
there?”
From inside the bathroom I called, “It’s me,” and I entered
the room. He had just managed to pull the covers across his
erect manhood. However, the scrapbook was on the floor.
“Where did you find this?” I said in feigned anger. “While
putting away the boxes, I came across it,” he said in a cute
ashamed and embarrassed tone.
“I’m really embarrassed. Those photos were taken by my
husband many years ago. They were not meant for public
consumption.” “That’s a shame,” he replied. “You certainly have
a beautiful body.” I don’t know what was coming over me, but I
was getting highly excited. In fact, I was even getting wet
between my legs. Those pictures were taken almost twenty years
ago. Richard eyed me lasciviously and said I still looked great.
“You were jacking off over my nude pictures, weren’t you?” I
asked. With that, Richard removed the covers, exposing his
shiny, hard black weapon I had been staring at in secret only
moments ago. As much as I wanted to leave, I couldn’t. My eyes
were riveted on this young man’s incredible tool. My cunt was on
fire as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra. I kept
gazing at his rod and mumbled “It’s beautiful,” between my now
heavy breathing while I slowly began to grab and squeeze my tits.

richard got off the bed and grabbed me, sucking a nipple into his
eager mouth. At that moment, more than anything in this world, I
wanted to be used just as a sex object by this beautiful black
man.
I reached between his legs and fondled his large, hairy
balls as he continued to feed at my breasts. Soon, his hand was
inside my panties, rubbing my buttocks. I removed my panties and
stood before this black adonis totally nude. Whatever I had
denied my husband sexually, I could not deny Richard.
I kissed my way down his smooth chest, stopping to suck on
his nipples. I licked his stomach and was soon on my knees, my
nose inhaling the manly aroma of his pubic hair, my fingers
squeezing and rubbing his hard black ass. I craned my neck and
sucked his balls into my mouth, all the while exploring his
asshole with my finger. I kissed the length of his steel-hard
black shaft, every rippling vein explored with my hungry mouth
and lapping tongue. I passionately kissed his massive, mushroom
head and prodded his peehole with my tongue.
When I felt his balls tighten in my hand, I knew I was going
to taste semen for the very first time. He shot gobs and gobs of
his rich, creamy goo into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed
furiously. I sucked him until every drop had been milked from
his gorgeous black cock. I then let him out of my mouth and just
held his empty balls in my hand as I watched his penis, coated
with my saliva, shrink as the mushroom head ducked back into his
foreskin.
I had never seen an uncircumcised penis before. The sight
caused me to take him back into my mouth and suck with renewed
passion until he once again was hard. I then begged Richard to
give me all of his hard black cock in my hot white pussy. He
mounted me and with his first thrust, I reached an orgasm plateau
I had never known before. I had multiple orgasms while he
pounded that black beauty home. Richard told me he wanted to
cream in my asshole as he pulled out and turned me on my belly.
I buried my face in his pillow as he buried his massive black
staff in my virgin asshole. After some discomfort, he had me
moaning in ecstasy as he pumped that uncircumcised black wand of
pleasure in and out of my asshole. I reached down and fondled
his nuts as he spurted his load deep into my bowels.
I spent the night sucking every inch of Richard’s body. I
couldn’t get enough of his cock or cum in my mouth. I even
reamed his hairy black ass and loved every lewd lick. I let him
fill my cunt with his hot love juice. I came so many times I
couldn’t even venture a guess. We fucked in every position
possible. When his uncle called say he would pick him up in an
hour, I wasted no time in giving my black lover a blow-job he
would not soon forget.
How can I now go back to the gentle, yet boring sex I have
with my husband after “the black experience?” I have become
hooked on beautiful black cocks…Richard has used his
outstanding welcome to our house many times!

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