It has been almost exactly twenty years since my story
began, and I hardly know how to tell it. It is not a
source of pride for me. It is more a source of shame,
something I cannot tell my friends and family about.
Yet, these are probably the most exciting events of my
life, and they will mean the end of my marriage because
I will not be able to keep them secret much longer. I
regret what I did those months ago and I have thought
of little else since then.

Maybe that is why I feel compelled to write my story
down and tell it to some strangers who share my
mysterious obsession. I suppose it is ironic that I
learned of this website and others like it from my
sister, when they may have ruined her marriage. My
brother-in-law was lax about cleaning his browser
history and my sister decided to snoop while he was at
work and she found several links to sites with pictures
and stories about interracial sex. Now, she and her
husband are separated and I am writing my story to post
on those same sites.

In 1986, I was a junior in a rural high school. I was
lucky enough to be shapely and pretty and popular and
to have my choice of boys. This was in the fall, at the
beginning of the school year and it was my second year
on the pompon squad. I had just started dating Don, a
running back on the football team who was a senior.

I had kissed a couple of boys and let one play with my
breasts, but I was still a virgin, which was common for
a sixteen-year-old girl in those days. Don was a real
cutie, though, and we had had eyes for each other for a
couple of years before we got together. Like all young
girls, I was feeling my sexuality but I did not want
the wrong boy to be my first. I thought Don might be
the one, if he was willing to take things slowly.

Our school was small. There were only about 300
students and there was only one black family in the
district. They lived in the same small town as my and
Don’s families. James, the oldest boy, was a year ahead
of me, in Don’s class and his sister was a year behind
me. James was a starting linebacker and running back on
the football team, alongside Don. I always felt a
little sorry for James because there weren’t any black
girls for him to date and no self-respecting white girl
in my town would date him.

He was nice enough, but he often seemed a little aloof
and I think he resented us for the isolation he must
have felt. Even though none of us dated him, he was the
subject of some whispered conversation among the girls.
We wondered if the stories about black men’s penises
were true, of course, and he was the only black man
around to speculate about.

Homecoming was coming up and Don was my date. We had
been together long enough that Don had played with my
ass and sucked by breasts a few times, but even though
it was painfully obvious that he was hard when we made
out, I had not touched his penis or let him finger me.
It seemed time to take the next step and homecoming day
seemed like the perfect time.

If things went well, I would let Don finger my pussy
and treat him to a handjob. There was a parade through
our little town in the morning and Don and I went back
to my house after school let out for the afternoon. My
parents were at work and we would have a few precious
hours without worries of being disturbed. We were in my
bed almost as soon as we walked in the door and Don
seemed to sense that the time was right to take me
farther.

Our shirts were off and were lying together in our
jeans. Don was rubbing my breasts and feeling my body
and he finally slipped his hand between my legs. “Is it
okay?” he asked. I nodded and he kissed me while he
rubbed my pussy. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned
his jeans and slipped my hand into his pants to get my
first handful of penis. I took it out and looked at it
and rubbed it with both hands. I hoped he would take it
as a signal that he could get into my pants too.

He put his hand down the front of my pants and searched
for my damp pussy. When he found it, he slipped his
finger inside. Don hadn’t learned about the clitoris,
yet, so he finger fucked me while I jerked him off. It
was only a couple of minutes before he came all over
his stomach. When he was finished he stopped fingering
me and went to the bathroom to clean up. It wasn’t an
ideal first sexual experience, but I knew things would
get better, especially when he found my clit. We kissed
for a while, and then Don went home to get ready for
the homecoming game.

The football team nearly lost us the game that night,
but James ran the ball over the line on the final drive
and we won. The dance was the first of the year and it
was a lively event for such a small school. I danced
close with Don and felt his penis harden against my
stomach. My pussy moistened in response I danced close
enough to let him know that I enjoyed feeling his
erection between us.

We both knew there would be more fooling around after
the dance, but I waited forty-five minutes so it
wouldn’t be obvious why Don and I were leaving. Around
nine o’clock we were dancing and all I could think of
was getting my hands on his organ again. I said “Why
don’t we leave?”

“Why do you want to leave?” Don teased.

“So we can be alone.”

“Are your parents home?”

“Yeah.”

“So are mine, but we can go down the basement. Or we
can park by the lake.” Don’s parents had a couch in the
basement that would do nicely. I was about to agree to
go to his house when he said “I know a place with a
bed.”

“Where?” I was suspicious.

“Eric’s party.”

“What about his parents?”

“Out of town. He told me I could use his sister’s room
if I wanted.”

“You told him we’d need a room?”

“No. He offered.”

“Let’s go to your house instead.”

“Alright but let’s stop by the party first.”

Eric lived about eight miles from town, on a country
road. I didn’t mind going by the party since I knew
everyone would be there since Eric was very popular.
When we got there, Eric’s girlfriend, Jennifer, told me
that Eric’s parents were at a horse show and had left
his older sister in charge of the house. She had a
party of her own to go to, so she told Eric he could
have a party if he kept it outdoors.

Lucky for Eric the weather was nice and everyone was
happy to be outside by the bonfire. There were already
several people there, but many more arrived after we
did. Don had a couple of beers and I had a wine cooler.
The party was nice but I wanted Don to play with my
pussy some more, so I asked him if we could leave soon.

Don said he didn’t want to leave since he had been
drinking, but he wanted to go to Eric’s sister’s room.
I didn’t want to but he talked me into it, telling me
that everyone else would be outdoors. We snuck around
the house, into the front door, and up the stairs to
the bedroom. We pulled the blinds and switched on the
lamp, and there was a nice double bed.

The house was quiet, so I relaxed and laid down with
Don. The beer made him bolder and took my pants off
before he fingered me. I didn’t take Don’s pants off
but I jerked him off and made him come. After he came,
he stopped fingering me and rested. Then, he decided he
was going to go out back and ride ATV’s in the field
with the other guys before we went back to his house.

I don’t know if I was more disappointed or angry. I had
jerked Don off twice in one day, and he left me to go
ride three-wheelers. At least he was thoughtful enough
to kiss me and shut the door behind him so I could have
some privacy to dress. I sighed and pulled my pants up
when I heard someone say, “Man, that was cold!” I was
so startled my heart almost stopped. I looked up and
James walked out of the dark bathroom that connected
Eric’s and his sister’s rooms. My pants weren’t quite
all the way up, but I grabbed a pillow to cover my
naked breasts as I sat on the bed.

“What the hell are you doing?” I was trying not to
yell.

“Don’t get mad.”

“What were you doing in there?”

“Enjoying the show.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“I saw you and Don come up the stairs and come in here
so I went through Eric’s room to say something and fuck
with you. But then I saw you naked and�” James raised
an eyebrow without finishing his sentence. I hadn’t
realized the bathroom connected Eric’s room with his
sister’s.

“You need to leave so I can get dressed.” I was angry
but I was so taken aback that I wasn’t as angry as I
should have been.

“Why. I’ve seen you naked. But before I go, I gotta
tell you, you really know how to work Don’s little
dick. Boy came almost as soon as you took it out.”

“What do you mean little?” A pervert watching two
people in private should at least have the decency not
to insult them.

“Sorry. I guess he’s average, but he ain’t big.”

“How would you know?”

“I do shower with these white boys. And I got one
myself.”

“Yeah. I’m sure yours is huge.” I was disgusted by his
ego.

“You wanna see?”

“I don’t have my magnifying glass.” My quip wasn’t as
clever as I had hoped it would be.

Before I even finished my sentence, James was
unbuttoning his pants. “That’s it, bitch,” he said as
he pulled out a penis that made Don’s seem like a
little boy’s. I should have thought of a clever retort
but I couldn’t help but stare at the massive black cock
hovering three feet in front of my face. I realized the
girls were right who insisted that black men had huge
penises, or at least that James was among the very
lucky few. His prick was at least as impressive as the
ones I had seen in pornos at a friend’s house. “You
like what you see?”

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to tell James to
put it away and get out, but I didn’t want him to put
it away. I wanted to look at it a good long while and
feel its warmth and mass in my hands. So, I didn’t say
anything. I just looked at it.

James stepped closer. “Go ahead and touch it.”

I don’t know why I obeyed James. I didn’t consciously
decide to, but his big cock mesmerized me. I slowly
reached out with my right hand and wrapped it around
the base. It was hot and it was so thick my hand didn’t
nearly encircle it. His nappy pubic hair tickled me.

I started stroking it and my left hand let the pillow
fall and reveal my breasts so it could cradle his
balls. They were weighty and I remember thinking that
they must hold a lot of come. But I wasn’t thinking of
much besides James’s cock and my primal urge to bring
it to release. I can’t even describe my feelings that
time with James. As soon as I felt his cock, I needed
to make it come, one way or another.

James pulled me up off the bed and cupped my ass so he
could pull me to him and kiss me. He was taller than
Don and his lips were thick but they felt right against
mine. We kissed while he squeezed my ass and breasts
and I worked his black cock. My pants were slipping
down around my knees so I worked them down and stepped
out of them without releasing James’s dick. He took off
his shirt and then he went for my pussy.

I had been concentrating so on his cock that I hadn’t
even thought of my pleasure yet, but I welcomed his
touch. James was bold and he obviously knew what he was
doing. He teased me by playing with my pubic hair
before his fingers found my clit. It felt so good and
we stopped kissing to focus on our sex organs. James
worked my clit with his big fingers and then worked his
middle finger into my pussy to get more juice to lube
my clit. I say worked because his hands were so big.
His middle finger must have been almost as big as Don’s
penis, and my virgin pussy had to stretch to accept it.
It actually hurt a little, but the pain was erotic.

I felt James’s cock getting really hard and I knew he
would come soon. I knew his big balls must store a
massive load and his prick was pointed right at me. I
hoped he would come all over my naked body. I was
building to my first ever orgasm, myself, and I
wondered who would come first. He was taking a lot
longer than Don, I suppose because he had more control.
I couldn’t control myself, though; James’s expert hand
was about to make my pussy explode. But before I came,
James stopped fingering me and said “You wanna come you
better get on your knees and suck my dick.”

When I had seen girls giving blowjobs in porno films, I
thought that it was nasty and I would never do it
myself, but James’s forcefulness sent a shiver down my
spine and I melted in front of him. I almost fell to my
knees and I shook my head to get my hair out of my face
before I took his cock in my mouth. I involuntarily
moaned when I tasted his salty prick and I wanted to
suck it as badly as I wanted to come. I massaged his
balls with my left hand as I worked the long shaft with
my right. James was so thick I could barely take him in
my mouth but I used my tongue to its full effect and
vowed to swallow his come.

I didn’t have to wait long. James got super hard and I
felt him swell as he grabbed my hair and thrust deeper
into my mouth than I thought I could take him. When his
cock erupted, I almost gagged, but I controlled the
reflex. I started gulping as fast as I could so there
would be room in my mouth for the next stream, but I
couldn’t keep up. Some seeped out of the corner of my
mouth and trickled down my chin and dripped onto my
right breast. After he finished coming, I worked him
slowly for a minute to coax every drop from his cock. I
think I would have been happy just having satisfied
James, but he fulfilled his promise. “Lie down, white
girl,” he commanded as he took off his pants.

I lay on the bed and waited to see what would happen.
James was still hard and I didn’t know if he would try
to fuck me with that giant cock, or what. I don’t know
if I was prepared to lose my virginity that night or if
I could resist James, but luckily I didn’t have to. He
got on his knees with his cock next to my face and said
“Keep suckin’,” and he started fingering my cunt and
clit again. As soon as he touched me I felt warmth in
my nipples. I had never come before, but I knew James
would make me come soon.

I blew him again, and he watched me suck his cock while
he brought me to orgasm. The sensuality of cheating on
my boyfriend with a black man made it intense. The only
thing that kept me from screaming was James’s big cock
in my mouth. I sucked him even while I came and when I
finished coming I sucked him slow and nasty until he
gave me his second load. That time, I almost swallowed
it all. Before James got up to leave, he pushed my
right breast to my face and I licked the rest of his
come off of it.

James dressed and left with only a smile. I stayed for
a minute because I was in shock. I couldn’t believe
what I had done. I didn’t know a lust like that lived
inside me. I wasn’t sure how long I had spent with
James, but I was worried Don would come back soon. My
pussy was drenched and I couldn’t even sit down after I
put my panties on. When I rejoined the party in the
back yard, Don wasn’t there. I wasn’t in any mood to
see him, anyway, so I found a ride home with my friend
Christy.

Don and I made up the next day, after he apologized. He
hadn’t really learned how to work my pussy, but I
started giving him oral sex anyway. After my experience
with James’s penis, Don’s didn’t intimidate me. I
avoided James when I could, but he found excuses to
talk to me at school just to tease me and sometimes he
just smiled and winked from across the room. It pissed
me off a little but I couldn’t keep my pussy from
getting wet whenever I had contact with him.

One day, I was at the store when James came up behind
me. He pinched my ass and said “I’ve been wantin’ to
get my hands on that again.”

“What are you doing?” I looked around and I was
relieved that no one was around.

“Just saying hello.”

“You could find a less physical way of saying hello?”

“I know you didn’t forget about that night.”

“Don’t even bring it up. That’s not me. It was a
mistake.”

“A mistake?”

“Yes. And keep your voice down.”

“Why. You too good for a black man.”

“You know that’s not it.”

“What’s a dumb nigger like me supposed to think?”

“Stop it. You know I’m with Don.”

“Now that is a mistake.”

“Stop.”

“I saw his little dick. He didn’t even know how to make
you come with his finger. You think he can with that
little thing.”

“It’s not little.”

“Oh, I know you seen a lot bigger dick than that.
Remember?” James grabbed his cock. I could see the
outline through his jeans. “I know you remember. You
probably been thinkin’ about it.”

“I haven’t.” It was a lie, of course.

“Why don’t you and me go and get in your car and let me
give you another lesson?”

“I need to get home.”

“Or maybe I’ll just let everyone at school know how
good you suck black dick.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You think so?” I looked into James’s eyes but they
didn’t tell me anything. I really wasn’t sure if he
would tell or not. But my pussy was nice and wet by
now, and I had to admit, at least to myself, that I’d
like to spend an hour or so alone with James and his
big cock. I hadn’t come since I was with him. But I
didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t say yes.

“Come on,” said James.

I put my basket on the floor in the aisle and I obeyed
James and followed him to the parking lot. “Gimme your
keys,” he said and I did. I pointed my car out to him
and he got in the driver’s seat and started driving out
toward the country. God I hoped no one had seen us.

As soon as we were on the highway, James unbuttoned his
pants and said “Take it out.” I hesitated for a moment
but James told me with a look that he wouldn’t tolerate
disobedience, and I didn’t want to disobey. James’s
take-charge attitude excited me and liberated me and
seemed to absolve me of responsibility. I reached into
his jeans and wrapped my hand around his warm cock and
brought it out. It wasn’t fully erect yet, and I
enjoyed the feeling of it hardening in my hand. I felt
James’s pulse in it every second or so and every time
it pulsed it got harder. It was as impressive as I
remembered and I started stroking it.

“Don’t make it come yet. Just get reacquainted.” Before
long James parked the car near the lake and we started
kissing and took each others’ shirts off. I couldn’t
resist exploring his well-muscled body while he
massaged by breasts but I couldn’t keep my hands off of
his massive cock.

James stopped kissing me to undo my pants and pull them
off. He took my panties with my jeans. James’s boldness
turned me on so that I let things go much faster than I
should have. I shouldn’t have been there at all, but
James had awakened in me a preference for black men
that I had tried to hide from myself and I was putty in
his hands.

James sat up and pulled me up to straddle his lap. He
squeezed my ass with his strong black hands and sucked
my hard nipples. I cradled his head in my arms and
savored the moment. James sucked one nipple then the
other and licked them while he explored my tail from my
hips to the supple skin deep between my asscheeks. His
fingers came tantalizingly close to my pussy but he was
teasing me.

I started thinking about giving my black lover a hot,
slow cocksucking and my lewd thoughts mixed with
James’s nursing to make me come. James could do more
for my pleasure just by sucking my breasts than Don
could by playing with my pussy. I didn’t know you could
come that way, but I did.

James knew I had come; I couldn’t have hid it if I
tried. He smiled and gave my ass a light swat. “Nasty
white slut. Get your ass in the back.” I was in the
back seat in seconds, wondering what James would do
with me, but he took his time. He climbed out of the
driver’s door and took his pants off and threw them in
the front seat before he looked at me and climbed into
the back.

I instinctively spread my legs for James as he got on
top of me. I was so wet for him I was embarrassed. But
he was so smooth and masculine and black, and his cock
was so big that I was in heat for him. He hadn’t even
touched my pussy yet but it was ready. He laid his huge
prick atop my furry mound and put his arms around me
and locked my eyes with his as he started to stroke it
back and forth across my clit. Every bit of it drove me
crazy. I felt inch after inch of manly black cock slide
over my clit until his balls nestled up against my cut.

“It feels so good, James. Don’t stop.”

“Better believe it. I ain’t stoppin’.” He put one hand
on my ass as he started pulling back. “You like this
cock, dontcha?”

“It’s so big and black,” I moaned.

“Yeah, bitch. Who’s your man?”

“You are.”

James saw that I was ready to come again, and he pulled
his cock back so the head was at my entrance and
started to work his head inside. I wanted him inside me
so badly, but good sense finally got the better of me.
“Wait,” I said. “We need to use a condom.”

“Ain’t got one.” He kept pushing and the head was
almost inside me. It hurt but it was such a good hurt.

“Please, James. I can’t get pregnant.”

James stopped and hesitated for a moment. “You gonna
let me fuck you if I get some rubbers?”

“Yes. You can have me.”

“You a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want that cherry.”

“You can have it.”

“When can I get it?”

“I can get away Sunday afternoon.”

“Alright. But you’d better not be lying, or I’ll�”

“I’m not, James. You can have me.” I wanted James to
fuck me, but I didn’t want to explain a black baby to
my parents.

“Alright. Get on your knees and suck my dick.” I was
only too glad to kneel before my new black master and
please his gorgeous prick. I worked his cock and balls
with my lips and hands until he let loose in my mouth.
Like before, there was too much for my little mouth and
white streams escaped my lips and trickled down his
penis. When James finished, I licked every bit of come
from his cock and balls. Unlike Don, James was still
rock hard after he came. Almost before I could get back
on the seat, he had me on my back and got on top of me
and started stroking my clit with his shaft again.

“I want to make you come with my cock.”

I wanted him to make me come with his cock, too, and I
had to bite my lip to keep myself from asking him to
fuck me with that beautiful penis. He wasn’t gentle
with me, and it only took a few minutes for me to reach
orgasm again. I spread my legs wide and threw my head
back and moaned as my clit exploded under his fat black
shaft. I smashed my cunt against his cock, but I
couldn’t get close enough to satisfy me, and my ecstasy
was almost frustrating. But then, when my orgasm was
about to subside, I felt hot ropes of jism on my tummy
and breasts.

James was coming, too, and the feeling of his big black
dick throbbing between my legs and his semen on my body
threw me back into orgasm. I came so hard that I was
almost in a trance until James parked my car in the
parking lot at the store and left me saying only “I’ll
see you Sunday. Meet me behind the Co-op at 7:00, after
supper.”

After I got home, I thought about what had happened and
what would happen. By rights, I should let my boyfriend
take my virginity, but he seemed like a boy next to
James. James had a man-sized cock and he took charge
like a man. He didn’t fumble around with my bra or my
jeans, he just took the off like he had a right to my
body, and he made me feel like a woman.

His blackness turned me on in a way I had not thought
possible. I was going to let James fuck me even though
I was anxious. His cock frightened me as much as it
excited me. Just the little bit of head I had taken had
hurt and I knew taking a monster like James’s for the
first time would be painful. My girlfriends who had had
sex with average boys said it hurt badly. I didn’t want
to know what James’s cock would do to my virgin pussy.

I was also scared of myself and my lust for James’s
black body and his black cock. I had never felt such a
craving, and I didn’t want to admit my love of black
men, but it was so obvious I had to. It made me feel
like a slut and I hated myself for it. But I couldn’t
resist James and the promise of being fucked by a hot
black stud.

I dreaded the prospect of breaking up with Don and
going with James. I didn’t want my parents to find out
I was dating a black guy, but I would go with James if
he wanted me to. I just didn’t want everyone to know I
was a slut. My hope was that I could stay with Don and
maintain the appearance of respectability and be
James’s nasty little slut on the side. But, that
wouldn’t be fair to Don. I had it bad for black cock,
and I knew it probably wouldn’t end well.

That Friday, in the hall at school, James walked by and
grinned “I got ’em”. My heart leapt while my stomach
sank. I went out with Don on Friday and Saturday and
sucked him off both nights because I felt guilty about
my plans. But I barely got wet enough for his finger to
go inside me. He sensed my lack of excitement and
worried about it, but I assured him it was me and not
him.

My pussy was almost dripping all day Sunday, and I
thought of nothing but James and his beautiful cock.
Ever since James had come on me, I couldn’t help but
wonder what it would be like to feel him throb in my
pussy as he filled a condom with his sweet goo. I got
to the Co-op fifteen minutes early on Sunday night and
I waited two hours for James, but he never showed. I
cried myself to sleep that night and found out the next
day at school that James had been arrested for stealing
a car in the city near our town. He didn’t come back to
school and I never saw him again, but I heard the judge
let him avoid jail by joining the Army.

I was as relieved as I was disappointed. As much as I
craved James’s body, I couldn’t live with the shame of
being a black man’s fuck-slut. It was as if I had
dodged a bullet and I vowed to make the most of this
chance. I gave my virginity to Don a few months later.
We broke up right after I graduated, and he never did
learn to make me come.

I avoided black men in college, knowing I had a
weakness for them, and met the man who would become my
husband my junior year at State. Josh had an average
cock, but I had not met a man whose cock could compare
to James’s, and he lacked James’s animal sexuality, but
he loved me and he worked hard to please me and I
learned to come when he fingered or ate or fucked me.
We married soon after we graduated. I had our first
daughter when I was twenty-six, and the second four
years later.

My family life was satisfying and I locked my hunger
for black cock away with my other youthful
indiscretions and devoted myself to Josh and our
daughters. If there was any regret in our lives, it was
that we had not had a son. We tried for several years
before the doctor told us my husband had a low sperm
count, and we gave up hope of conceiving. We wanted a
son, but we were relieved of the burden of birth
control.

I kept in contact with my circle of friends from high
school. Christy went to State with me and Jennifer
still lived in the same area we did, near the town
where we grew up. We all kept in touch with Kathy, who
married and moved away. We saw each other when we could
but the demands of family life kept me from seeing my
old friends as often as I would have liked.

Then, last year, Jennifer, who is still single,
suggested that the four of us go to Dallas for a
‘spring fling,’ as she called it. It took some planning
to find a weekent when Kathy, Christy, and I could get
away at the same time with our work and family
commitments, but we found time to get away in early
May. We decided that Christy, Jennifer, and I would fly
to Dallas together and meet Kathy for a weekend just
for us girls.

We arrived on Thursday, and things went well until
Saturday night. We had all kept in touch, so there was
no discomfort. We shopped and ate and drank together in
the evenings and it was not as if almost twenty years
had passed since we were in high school together. On
Saturday night, we had a late supper and a couple
drinks at the restaurant bar.

We decided not to stay out late because Kathy had to
fly back home early Sunday morning and, though we felt
like girls again, we found we needed a little more
sleep after a night of partying than we needed when we
were seventeen. So, we decided to have a few drinks at
the hotel bar before turning in for the night.

The hotel bar was a decent dance club, frequented by
locals as well as guests. It wasn’t empty, but it
wasn’t so crowded that you couldn’t have fun, and we
got a nice table between the bar and the dance floor.
Jennifer thought we should buy rounds like guys do, and
she bought the first round of cocktails. We drank them
pretty quickly and decided I would buy the second. The
waitress was a long time coming around, so I went to
the bar to order.

While I was waiting there for a bartender to finish
mixing our drinks, someone came up and stood next to me
to order. His cologne smelled good and I couldn’t help
but glance over at him. He was a tall black man and I
guess he was in his mid-forties because he was grey in
the temples even though he was fit. He saw me look at
him so he smiled and said hi. I nodded in return. The
bartenders brought our drinks at the same time. The
black man saw that I couldn’t take all four drinks at
once and he said “Let me help you with those.”

“It’s alright. I can get them.”

“You don’t need to. Give me two. My name’s Ellis.”

“I’m Lise.”

“Nice to meet you, Lise.” Ellis smiled again and I
couldn’t help but smile in return.

Ellis followed me to our table and helped me hand out
the drinks. I thanked him for helping me and he asked
if he could sit for a while. “I’m in town on business
and don’t have anyone to talk to,” he said. Of course,
we let him sit, since he had kindly helped me and he
sat between Christy and me. Ellis was a handsome man.

He was the sort of black man that is even attractive to
girls who aren’t attracted to black men, like Denzel
Washington. He wore a pressed blue shirt with slacks
and a sport coat, and his clothes and graying hair
distinguished him. Ellis soon charmed my friends and
his easy manner and conversation made him the center of
attention at our table. As he spoke, he often moved his
knee over to rest against mine.

Our glasses started to run low and it was Christy’s
turn to buy a round, but Ellis insisted on buying the
next one�on the condition that I dance with him. I
blushed and tried to decline, but the girls teased me
until I said yes. What was one dance for a round of
drinks? So, I said I would dance with Ellis, and he
asked me to come to the bar to help him carry the
drinks back. While we were waiting for our drinks, I
said “It’s nice of you to buy us a round.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I should thank you for
letting me spend an evening with four pretty girls.” I
couldn’t remember the last time a man had called me a
girl.

After we dropped off the drinks, Ellis hustled me off
to the dance floor. I hadn’t danced much in years, but
I keep myself in shape, so it came back to me pretty
quickly. Like all black men, Ellis was a wonderful
dancer. He made all the white men on the floor seem
very awkward. I was almost sorry when the song ended,
but as I was turning to go back to the girls, the
deejay started a slow song and Ellis stopped me.

“I said I’d buy a round if you’d dance with me. I
didn’t say just one dance.”

He put his arms around me and I foolishly wrapped my
arms around him. As soon as I felt Ellis against me, I
could tell that he kept fit, too. His waist was trim
and his muscles taut. His cologne mixed with his man-
smell, so I nuzzled close to him so I could smell him
better. Ellis held me tight and I caught myself
thinking that I would dance like this all night if I
could.

“You smell good,” I said.

“Thanks. You look good in that black dress.”

“Thank you.” Ellis slipped his hand down to hold my
left butt cheek. I should have stopped him and finished
the dance and walked away, but my old feelings and
memories of James came back to me. I was too tipsy to
be scared of my weakness, like I should have been, and
I was enjoying Ellis’s attention. His cock was against
my tummy. I could feel it responding to my closeness
and it turned me on. I didn’t put my hand on it, but I
could tell it was big.

His hand felt good on my ass and he squeezed it as he
looked down at me and I looked up at him. I didn’t
resist when he kissed me and I kissed this strange
black man open-mouthed on the dance floor in front of
my friends and everybody else. By now his cock was
rock-hard and all I could think of was taking it out
and seeing how big it was and feeling it with my hands
and then I thought of sucking it for him. But I came to
my senses and I knew things were well out of hand, so
when the song ended I told Ellis I needed to rest.

The girls had seen what happened and they knew I was
drunk and needed help. Christy thanked Ellis for the
drinks and told him we had to leave because we were
flying out the next day and needed to get to bed early.
We all gave Ellis a hug and went to our rooms, but not
without the girls asking me what had happened. They
weren’t as much disturbed as excited and curious.

I told them I was just drunk and had let things get out
of hand and I thanked them for intervening. But the
truth was I wasn’t really very drunk and Ellis had
triggered the lust that James had almost twenty years
before. When I got back to my room, I got in the shower
and thought myself lucky for my friends having helped
me out of a tough spot. I just hoped they would forget
about it and never mention it again.

I showered and put on a hotel robe and went to get a
Diet Coke from the mini-bar, but someone knocked at my
door. I saw Ellis through the peephole and opened the
door. “What are you doing here,” I asked him.

“You didn’t seem as tired as the others. I got this
from room service and thought you might want some.” It
was a bottle of Dom Perignon.

“I really can’t stay up. Besides, I’m married. It
wouldn’t be right.”

“What wouldn’t be right” he said, “is to let a good
thing go to waste.” Ellis used the belt of my robe to
pull me close and he kissed me in the hall. I’d like to
say I resisted, but I didn’t. The thick lips and the
heady smell of him and his strength bore through my
resistance before I could muster it and I let him kiss
me there.

In a minute, Ellis guided me inside and closed the
door. He put his champagne on the dresser and looked at
me. He said “I just had to see what was under that
black dress,” and he untied my robe and pushed it over
my shoulders. I let it fall down. I stood before Ellis
covered only by my trim bush and my wedding ring. Ellis
took his jacket off and hung it on a chair before he
took off his shirt. His body was as fine as I had
imagined on the dance floor. A fine black down covered
his chest and I couldn’t help but run my hands over his
muscles as he kissed me again. I let his hands roam
freely over my body.

Ellis had already felt my ass and his hands went right
back there but they were soon at my breasts. As for me,
I couldn’t wait any longer to have a look at his cock.
I pulled it from his pants and it was as hard as it was
when we danced. I stopped kissing him to look at it. It
was every bit as big and beautiful as James’s. It was
as big as my arm, thickest behind the head and
vascular. As I started stroking it I felt the loose
skin on the shaft and I knew I was experiencing my
first uncut cock. Ellis moaned as my hands explored his
balls and shaft. H only stopped me long enough to pick
me up and lay me on the bed.

I pried my eyes away from his cock long enough to look
at his strong body while he took his pants off and,
before he lay down next to me, his eyes roamed over my
body and he said “You must have adopted those two kids
you were talking about. You have the body of a twenty
year old girl.”

“Come here and feel it.” Ellis lay down with his body
next to mine and before he kissed me I marveled at the
erotic contrast of our skins. He gave me a long make-
out session that almost drove me mad with lust but I
couldn’t get enough of Ellis’s kisses. There were so
many parts of his body I wanted to feel that my hands
were restless. They ran from his chest to his ass to
his abs to his back, but at least one was always on his
beautiful cock.

Ellis knew he was driving me crazy and he picked just
the right moment to kiss his way down the left my neck
to my chest. Then he kissed his way back up the right
side of my neck to my ear and back across my neck to my
other ear. When kissed his way back down to my chest he
started kissing my breasts, but he avoided the nipples.

I couldn’t wait, so I put my arms around his head and
moved a nipple to his lips. I love having my breasts
sucked, especially when I’m being fingered. Ellis knew
what he was doing, and he soon started teasing my bush.
I felt his black fingers running through my fine curls
before his finger penetrated my soaked pussy. He
fingered me in and out, slowly, and then he found my g-
spot and started rubbing it.

“Oh, Ellis. You’re going to make me come�” I whimpered
in anticipation but Ellis stopped.

“Sssshhhh, baby. You can’t come until I’m inside you.”

He got between my legs. I spread them even though I
knew I should stop. “You know I’m married.”

“I know.” He was on his knees between my legs.

“I can’t get pregnant.” God. I could feel his gorgeous
prick knocking at my door. I almost reached down to
pull it into my pussy.

“You need me to wear a rubber?”

“Put it on.” I could hardly keep from playing with
myself as I watched Ellis get the condom from his pants
and put it on. Ellis was older but he had a young man’s
body. The condom was one of the big ones but Ellis’s
cock tested it. It really had to stretch to encompass
his girth and it wasn’t long enough to cover him. He
took a bottle of lube from his pocket and covered the
condom before he put a little in my pussy.

I can’t put into words how hot I was for Ellis and his
cock. I had waited almost twenty years to spread my
legs for a black stud whose cock could master my little
white pussy. I was foolish to have even danced with
Ellis, but I had forgotten just how weak I was in a
strong black man’s hands, how badly I wanted to give
myself to a strong black man.

I sighed with relief when Ellis was between my legs
again. I closed my eyes and waited and I moaned when I
felt his thick head stretching my entrance. I relaxed
to let him in, but I was surprised how much it hurt.
Even though I had given birth to two eight pound
babies, it hurt worse than the first time I took Don
inside. I can’t explain it, because I don’t understand
it myself, but I wouldn’t have traded that pain for
anything, and I have longed for it since.

It felt right to be stretched by a hung black stud, as
if it were part of being his white slut. Ellis applied
a steady pressure against my pussy’s resistance and his
cock bore into my body about an inch a minute. I felt
content when his balls nestled against my ass, like
that was where I was meant to be, on my back under a
black stud with my legs spread wide.

Ellis started pumping my pussy with long, slow,
powerful strokes. I was in the arms of a cocksman and I
came before he had stroked my pussy ten times. The
orgasm shook my body until I could hardly breathe. It
was like I had never come before, it was so strong and
good. When I could talk again I looked into Ellis’s
eyes and said, “Fuck me like your slut,” breathlessly.

“I’ll show you how a black man fucks a white slut. Get
on your knees.” He took his cock out of me. “Yes, sir,”
I replied.

As I was getting on my knees, Ellis said “No. The
rubber just broke.” I looked down and saw the tattered
condom rolled up again at the base of his cock. “Damn!”

“You don’t have any more?” I asked.

“In my jacket. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Don’t. Just get behind me and fuck me.”

I didn’t have to beg Ellis to fuck me bareback. He
wanted to feel my pussy and I wanted his raw cock. I
wondered for a moment whether or not he would pull out
but all I could think about was his cock when I felt it
spear my pussy from behind. I melted when I felt his
strong hands grasp my hips, and I barely kept myself
from collapsing on the bed. I could feel every vein on
Ellis’s naked shaft and I loved it. He pounded me hard
and fast this time and I came almost immediately.
“Yeah, come on Lise. Give me that white pussy. Give me
that married pussy.”

“Fuck me Ellis,” I squealed as I came again. I’d never
had multiple orgasms before but they came one on top of
the other. Ellis kept reaming me with his colossal
stalk and saying wonderful nasty things to me while I
whimpered and moaned.

I stopped coming but he was still pounding me hard.
“I’m gonna come soon, baby. I’ll come on your ass.”

“Oh, Ellis. Put me on my back and come in my pussy.”

Before I had a chance to regret saying it, Ellis
flipped me over and slipped his cock back inside me.
“Come inside your slut, baby,” I moaned as he hit
bottom. He fucked me deep and hard and I felt a warm
tingle spread from my womb down through my pussy and my
legs. Ellis only needed a few strokes before he rammed
his cock home and I felt it swell and shower my womb
with his come. The warmth in my belly became an orgasm
and I wrapped my legs around my black lover so his
spurting cock could not escape my cunt. I briefly
remembered the husband I was betraying and the idea of
being a shameless, cheating slut made my pussy burn
hotter.

When Ellis finished sowing my pussy, he slowly backed
out of me and rolled over onto his back. He put his arm
around me and pulled me close. “Oh. How’d you get so
big?” I asked him.

“It’s not that that big,” he grinned.

“Yes it is. You know so.”

“Are you sore?”

“A little.”

“Too bad. I was hoping we could fuck more.”

“I want it too but you’re so big I’m sore.” Ellis’s
thick shaft had made me come so much and so hard that I
didn’t feel like I could come for another week. I was
completely cleaned out but I wanted to satisfy his
precious black dick. I wanted to empty Ellis’s balls
and leave him as satisfied as I was. In the span of
hours I had gone from respectable wife and mother to a
black man’s sex slave.

“Let me suck your cock and make you feel good,” I said
as I grasped his cock again. Ellis laid back and smiled
and I kissed my way down his stomach. When I had his
shaft in my mouth, I tasted my own pussy mixed with his
salty sperm and the distinctive musk of black cock. I
sucked slowly, at first, and savored his pleasure. I
sucked it and took it as deep as I could into my mouth,
then I rested my jaw and let my eyes enjoy its beauty
while I rubbed it. Ellis moaned and flexed his tight
ass and fucked my face.

“It feel so good baby,” he sighed. “That’s a good
girl.”

“Stand up so I can blow you like your white bitch.”

Ellis stood next to the bed and I knelt before him.
Now, more than anything I loved being used by a black
man, being on my knees with his heavy prick in my
mouth, or on my back being stretched by it, or on my
hands and knees with his hands on my hips. My
submission to Ellis so excited me that I devoured his
black cock. I cradled his balls and worked his shaft
hard while he watched me blow him.

His come started seeping out of my cunt and running
down my thighs. I rubbed and squeezed and sucked his
cock until it exploded in my mouth. My husband dribbles
when he comes, but Ellis filled my mouth like James. I
licked his cock clean and looked up to see him smiling
at me. “You can fuck me again,” I said.

“I thought you were too sore,” said Ellis.

“It’s okay.” I got on my hands and knees on the edge of
bed so my ass hung off the side. “I need to feel you
come inside me again.” Ellis stood behind me and he
grabbed my hips and slid every inch of his long cock
into me. He started pumping as soon as he hit bottom. I
was still sore, but I loved every stroke. When he
filled me with his warm seed I came again. Ellis pushed
me forward onto my stomach and laid on top of me, his
cock still inside.

As sore as I was, I didn’t want him to pull out. But he
did, and we got under the covers and I shut out the
light and fell asleep with Ellis’s big, hard dick
against my back.

The next morning, Ellis and I kissed and we showered
together. We soaped each other’s bodies and dried each
other off with fluffy hotel towels. It felt like Ellis
was my husband and we were having a weekend away
together and we should get dressed and go down to the
restaurant and have breakfast. But we weren’t married
and we both had to go, so I asked Ellis to sit in a
chair and I got on my knees and gave him a farewell
blowjob. This time, I didn’t spill any seed; my tummy
got it all.

I had only intended to suck Ellis off, but he was still
hard after my blowjob and I took my panties off and
climbing onto that gorgeous cock for a ride before I
went home. He put his arms around my waist and held me
down on his pole while it filled my little white womb
with his last load. I came so hard he had to hold me
up. I felt Ellis’s cock soften inside me and I was
proud to have fully satisfied such a stud. We kissed
goodbye and he left and I gathered my things and met
the girls in the lobby for the ride to the airport.
They asked me why I was so quiet, and I told them I was
a little hung over.

On the flight home, I pretended to sleep while I
thought things through. I had given in to a weakness I
knew I had to avoid and betrayed my husband and family.
That much was bad enough, and I had to deal with the
psychological consequences of cheating. But, worse, I
had fucked a black man bareback and, if he had gotten
me pregnant, I couldn’t avoid the consequences; I would
have to have an abortion or lose my marriage.

At least if I had cheated with a white man and gotten
knocked up my husband might think it was his, but not a
black baby. I had to wait two weeks to see if my period
would come. All the way home, I felt Ellis’s seed
leaking from my cunt.

You have probably guessed that my period never came. I
went to the doctor to be sure I was pregnant and the
test was positive. I made vague plans to have an
abortion but every day I found an excuse not to go to
the clinic. In truth, I wanted the baby badly. I put
off going until I started to show and my husband
noticed. He was ecstatic because he thought it was his
baby and he called our family and told them the “good
news” and he told our daughters. Later, we went for a
sonogram and found out it was a boy. Ellis’s son was
growing in my womb.

Now I have to carry the baby to term, whether I want to
or not. I want Ellis’s and my son, but I know my
marriage will be over the day he is born. My husband
won’t stand the shame of being cuckolded by a black man
and our family will be furious when the find out their
“miracle baby” is the product of an adulterous night
with a black stud. And the baby will be living proof to
the world of my lust for black men. There is a lot to
worry about, but most of all I worry about what kind of
relationship I will have with my little girls that I
love so much.

I didn’t get Ellis’s phone number. I don’t even know
his last name. But, maybe after the baby is born I will
find him through the hotel and try to salvage some kind
of life for myself.