#Interracial

Back in the late 80s, when I was in my early twenties, our coastal town of Willow Bay was a sleepy place, barely touched by the wider world. Outsiders were a rarity, and it wasn't until years later that folks from different corners of the globe started trickling in. With them came hushed rumors - tales about their exotic allure, their supposed differences. Were the myths about their physicality true? I was never one to let gossip fester without testing it myself. The perfect opportunity landed when some college friends, oblivious to my adventurous streak, invited me for a weekend at their family's vineyard, a sprawling estate nestled in the rolling hills an hour from town. The property included a rustic shed, converted into a cozy loft for the groundskeeper, a guy they called Nate - a lazy nickname they slapped on him, ignoring his actual name - who tended the vines and kept the place running. We pulled up on a Friday evening, the air thick with the scent of sun-warmed grapes. My friends introduced me to Nate, and my breath caught. He was tall, with a frame carved from hard labor - broad shoulders, arms corded with muscle, and a quiet intensity in his dark eyes. He was a walking fantasy, and the rumors I'd heard about men like him sparked a fire in my mind. I knew I had to find out for myself. After we unloaded the car, my friends had brought a cooler full of homemade sandwiches and wine from town. We ate under the stars, the conversation light but the summer heat heavy. They decided to turn in early, claiming they needed rest after the drive - though I suspected they had other plans, giggling as they disappeared into the main house. I headed to the guest room they'd set up for me, a quaint space with a creaky bed and lace curtains, but sleep was impossible. My curiosity about Nate was a restless itch. I slipped on a thin sundress, barefoot, and padded across the dew-damp grass to the shed. The door was ajar, and what I saw stopped me cold. Nate was there, stripped down, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat under the dim lantern light. His physique was like a sculpture - chiseled abs, powerful thighs, and between them, something that defied belief. It was massive, thick, and daunting, stirring a mix of awe and desire. I crept closer, my heart pounding, and just as I reached the threshold, he turned, catching my gaze. He scrambled to cover himself, his voice low and flustered: Sorry, miss, I didn't know anyone was up. Folks usually sleep early out here. I stepped into the light, letting my dress cling to my curves, and smiled. Don't call me miss, not when it's just us - call me Lily. And don't hide. A body like yours? You should show it off. Trust me, women notice. I closed the distance, pressing my hands to his chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the steady thrum of his heartbeat. He was like a furnace, solid and unyielding. I slid one leg up, hooking it over his hip, and felt the weight of him against me - it was like a forearm, heavy and warm, sending a jolt through my core. He relaxed under my touch, guiding me to a pile of soft blankets in the corner, his voice husky: You're something else, Lily. Thanks, Nate, I said, my lips brushing his ear. But lose the formalities - just Lily, okay? His hands found my waist, tentative at first, fingers grazing my skin through the thin fabric. Emboldened by my sighs, he slid them upward, cupping my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened. I arched into him, and he dipped his head, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone. I melted, letting him tug my dress up, baring my chest. He paused, staring, then lowered his mouth to one breast, sucking gently as his hands kneaded the other. He murmured against my skin: Lily, you're beautiful. I've never been this close to someone like you - not outside a dream. His words fueled me, and I felt him pressing closer, his arousal unmistakable. I reached down, my fingers wrapping around him - or trying to. He was enormous, velvet-smooth but dauntingly thick, easily dwarfing anything I'd known. I wasn't letting this pass me by. As he fumbled with my dress, sliding a hand beneath to trace my inner thigh, he whispered: I've always wondered what it'd feel like to touch you. Then don't stop, I purred. He didn't. With a swift tug, he pulled my dress over my head, leaving me in just my panties. His fingers slipped beneath the lace, exploring my slick heat, and he gasped: Never seen anything like this up close. Wanted to, though? I teased, my voice breathy. He nodded, eyes wide with desire. Well, I said, you're not just looking tonight. Every part of me's yours if you want it. But first - lie down. He sank onto the blankets, his size even more striking against the soft fabric. I knelt beside him, my lips brushing the tip of him, tasting salt and heat. I'd worried it'd be too much, but as I took him in, my mouth stretched to accommodate him, the challenge thrilling. I worked him slowly, tongue swirling, hands stroking what I couldn't take. His groans filled the shed, deep and raw: God, Lily, I never thought - someone like you doing this. I pulled back just enough to say: Bet plenty of women would kill for this. And it's Lily, remember? Right, Lily, he panted. But it's you I've been dreaming of. I dove back in, my pace relentless, savoring his gasps until he tensed, flooding my mouth with a rush so intense I nearly choked. I swallowed every drop, unwilling to waste it. Even soft, he was impressive. I trailed my fingers over him, coaxing him back to life, and asked: Nate, does the lady of the house ever sneak out here to see you like this? Not like this, he said, voice tight. Sometimes she lingers by the vines, watching when she thinks I'm alone. That minx, I thought, spying but not indulging? A shame. I wondered if I could shake things up for all of us. But right now, it was just Nate and me. He gently pushed me back, his eyes hungry: This is incredible, Lily, but I need to touch you now. He leaned over me, his lips closing around my nipple, sucking with a rhythm that made me squirm. I teased: With all the women you must know, why mine? Yours are perfect, he said, voice muffled. Forget anyone else - it's only us here. He lavished attention on my breasts, licking, nibbling, his hands squeezing until I came undone, trembling beneath him. I needed more. I told him, and his eyes lit up, though I saw a flicker of worry - his size, no doubt. I was nervous too, but too aroused to care. I pushed him onto his back, straddling him. My hand barely circled him as I guided him to my entrance. I was soaked, but his size made me pause, wondering if I could take him. Slowly, I lowered myself, expecting pain, but my body yielded, stretching around him with a delicious fullness. The sensation was electric, every inch igniting nerves I didn't know I had. He groaned: Thank you, Lily. I never thought I'd feel this with someone like you. Some say I'm too much. I grinned, thinking I must be the boldest he'd met, and said: Don't worry, Nate. I'll show you there's more like me out there - though maybe not quite like this. Let's just feel this now. I rode him, slow at first, savoring the stretch, the way he filled me completely. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, then roamed to my breasts, pinching my nipples. I leaned forward, letting them brush his lips, and he sucked eagerly, sending sparks through me. The pleasure built, crashing over me in waves, one orgasm blending into the next. He followed, his release hot and overwhelming, flooding me. We collapsed, breathless, but seeing him soften was a challenge I couldn't resist. I stroked him, watching him harden again, and he said: Lily, let me take over this time, if that's okay. The idea of him above me was intimidating, but I was all in. I lay back on the blankets, spreading my legs, and said: I'm yours, Nate. Do what you want. He knelt between my thighs, lifting my legs over his shoulders. He entered me again, my body now accustomed, every thrust a perfect mix of power and care. He moved with purpose, his eyes locked on mine, and I felt every inch of him, the friction driving me wild. I clawed at the blankets, my moans echoing as orgasms ripped through me, one after another. He came again, his warmth spilling into me, and I shivered with satisfaction. I wasn't done tasting him. I leaned down, licking him clean, savoring the mix of us. His hands found my breasts, kneading them with a reverence that made me ache. He whispered: Lily, you're unreal. That sparked me again. I told him to stand, and I knelt before him, pressing him between my breasts. I said: You're obsessed with these, and I'm crazy for you. Let's make this good for both of us. This is heaven, Lily, he groaned. I moved, my breasts enveloping him, mimicking the rhythm of our earlier connection. His moans grew desperate, and when he came, the sight of his release against my skin was intoxicating. I traced my fingers through it, tasting him again, the act feeling primal and perfect. Even soft, he was a marvel, and I couldn't resist teasing him back to life with my tongue. A new desire stirred - I'd always craved pushing boundaries, and I wanted him everywhere. I told him, and he froze, stunned: You mean it, Lily? I'd never ask - thought it'd scare you off. Oh, I want it, I said, my voice thick with need. I got on all fours, my heart racing. He positioned himself behind me, his touch gentle but trembling with anticipation. As he pressed against me, I braced for pain, but my arousal eased the way, my body welcoming him with a slow, intense stretch. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of fullness and pleasure I'd never known. He moved carefully at first, then faster as my moans urged him on. He said: Thank you, Lily. I've wanted this forever, but no one's ever trusted me like this. Guess you needed someone as wild as me, I gasped, laughing through the pleasure. The intensity built, my body shuddering with each thrust, orgasms crashing over me like waves. He followed, filling me, and we collapsed, spent. Realizing my friends might be stirring, I cleaned up, slipped my dress back on, and headed to the house. The vineyard was silent as I crept inside. I glanced into my friends' room, their sleeping forms tangled in sheets, and a new spark ignited - maybe I could bring a little of this fire to them, too.

This story happened a few years ago, and it's the first time I'm sharing it. I'm a 25-year-old Mexican psychologist living in the United States, and I consider myself bisexual now, but back then, I was straight. Here's how it all started: Four years ago, when I was 21, I was having some financial struggles. I had moved to another city to study, and my parents couldn't afford to support me. So, I decided to go to the United States to work for my uncle in his construction company. I had a tourist visa, and we had visited the country before for family vacations. I was there for two and a half months, working long hours and dealing with rude coworkers who made fun of me for being a student and studying psychology. To blow off some steam, I bought a mountain bike and started riding around the neighborhood. One day, I noticed an older black man working in his garden every time I passed by. He was always friendly and greeted me with a "Have a good afternoon, boy." I'd greet him back, and we'd exchange pleasantries. He seemed like a nice guy, and I didn't think much of it. One day, I was riding by his house and stopped to take a break. He walked up to me and started talking. I told him I was Mexican and didn't speak English very well. He responded in broken but understandable Spanish, "I adore Mexicans. I'm Marc. Nice to meet you." I introduced myself, and he said, "Nice name." We started talking, and he told me he loved Mexico and visited Puerto Vallarta twice a year. I told him I visited that beach at least once a year too. He asked where I lived, and I told him I was helping my uncle and lived a few streets away. He said it was nice to see young people exercising these days, and I found it strange because, in the US, people always go out to exercise, but I didn't see many young people in that area. It started to get dark, and I told him I had to go. He said he was divorced and had been for several years. I apologized for bringing it up, and he said there was no problem, that he was very happy living alone. I just smiled and told him I had to go. He said goodbye very nicely and told me he hoped to see me around again, as he liked me. I said the feeling was mutual because, after weeks of only interacting with rude and offensive people, it felt great to have a nice conversation with someone so kind. When I got home, I saw that I had several missed calls from my girlfriend. I noticed that all the calls had come in while I was talking to Marc. I thought I had only chatted with him for a moment, but when I looked at the time, I realized that an hour had passed. I thought to myself, "Well, I didn't even notice the time passing." The next day, as I was about to pass by Marc's street, I found myself thinking about whether he would be there or not. As always, he was there, and I stopped to greet him. He approached me and had something in his hands - a small backpack with a water bottle attached. He walked up to me and said, "Look what I found. I used to ride my bike a lot, and I still have all my gear." I tried to decline, but he insisted, and I blushed a bit. He laughed and asked if no one had ever given me anything before. I told him yes, but not from a man his age and with his characteristics, which made him laugh even more. He then said he had some good bikes in his backyard that needed some work, and he wanted to sell them. He invited me to check them out, and I offered to help fix them since I have a lot of knowledge about bikes. He happily accepted and invited me inside. He told me to just walk to the back, and I found myself in a beautiful, spacious house. I walked through the living room and kitchen and entered the backyard, which was also quite beautiful. I heard him shout that he would be there in a moment, and I entered a small room filled with old tools and gadgets. The bikes were indeed from a high-end brand, and I could see what was wrong with them right away. I grabbed the toolbox and got to work. After a while, Marc came in with two large beers and said, "Here's your reward for the help." I accepted the beer, and when I finished, he invited me inside to have another one. I thought it was quite friendly, and I accepted. I didn't feel any unease because he had a very friendly way of speaking. As we sat inside drinking our beers, he asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told him I did, and he said, "Of course you do, you're a very handsome young man." I felt a bit embarrassed and just thanked him for the compliment. He kept complimenting me, saying, "That girl is very lucky, " and I asked him why he said that. He replied, "Well, you're a very responsible and good-looking young man. Who wouldn't want that these days? " I started telling him about some problems I was having with my girlfriend, as she was quite jealous and insecure, always accusing me of being a jerk, which was never true. I wanted Marc, with his years of experience, to give me some advice. He just said he never understood women. He then got up and asked if I wanted something to eat, but I told him not to bother, as it was getting late and I had to go. He said not to worry, that it was still early, and he went to the kitchen counter to grab some snacks. I stood up, looking around his kitchen, admiring the paintings on the walls, and in my distraction, I placed my beer glass on the edge of the counter. It tipped over and spilled beer all over Marc. I felt so bad because I had soaked his stomach and the front of his pants. The counter was quite high, and the beer had spilled all over him. I quickly grabbed a nearby napkin and tried to wipe him off, feeling very embarrassed. He took me by the shoulders and moved me aside, saying in a deep voice, "Don't worry about it, it's fine." He then started taking off his clothes, and I stood there frozen, watching him. He took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his underwear. I couldn't help but look at his body, from his chest with a bit of hair and some gray, to his slightly sagging chest, and down to his underwear. It wasn't a boxer or brief, but a tight, black compression short that left nothing to the imagination. I could see the outline of his entire genital area, and it was quite large. I was petrified and couldn't say anything. I just stood there, staring at him. He then shook his clothes and said, "If you don't mind, I'll stay like this." He sat down on his couch, and I just stood there, still unable to move. I had had two beers, but I was still conscious. He then said, "Take a seat, don't be scared. We're men, it's fine." I did as he said and sat down on the big couch, while he sat on the single armchair. He still had a bit of beer left, so he finished it in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and asked, "Do you want to know why I don't have a wife anymore? " I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded my head. In my mind, I kept thinking, "Why am I still in this house? " But another part of me felt a rush of adrenaline sitting on that couch. He then started telling me a story about his ex-wife, and I remember it clearly because it left me shocked for a moment. "About 20 years ago, I separated from my wife, and the reason was a boy like you, " he said. I was stunned, but a part of me wanted to hear the story. He told me, "You see, I used to work at a sports academy, and I was very good at playing basketball. Along with another teacher named James, we trained young men between 20 and 30 years old. James was like me, just a bit younger and also black. The job was pretty good, and I noticed that many young men were quite fond of James. I thought it was because of his teaching attitude and willpower. One day, I was on my way home on my bike and realized I had forgotten my house keys, so I had to go back to the academy. I rushed back because I didn't want to find everything closed, but when I got there, I saw that one of the doors was still open. I was looking for my keys and heard a noise coming from the room where we kept all the sports equipment and balls. The door was slightly open, and when I peeked inside, I was amazed. There was James with one of the students, a young, white, and slim guy like you, but a bit taller, around 23 years old. I saw them lying on one of the mats, and James was having sex with the student in the doggy style position. I couldn't look away and must admit that it turned me on quite a bit to see the size difference between them and how James was pounding the young man. I masturbated right then and there and came pretty quickly. I then grabbed my keys and left the academy immediately, heading home. When I got home, my heart was racing, and my dick was still hard even after I had come. My wife asked me if something was wrong, but I told her nothing was happening. I went straight to the bathroom and masturbated again, and it was one of the best orgasms I'd ever had. That night, in bed with my wife, we tried to have sex, but I couldn't get an erection. I felt bad, but my wife told me it would be okay for another time. Days and weeks passed, and even though I tried to have sex with my wife, I couldn't. My mind was always filled with images of the young man from the academy and James. Eventually, things with my wife ended badly because of our lack of intimacy, and she asked for a divorce. It all happened quite quickly. Some time later, I approached the young man who had been haunting my fantasies. He was attractive, and I told him I knew about what had happened between him and Professor James. He begged me not to tell anyone and, taking advantage of that, I told him that if he didn't want me to say anything, he should do the same thing for me that he did for James. He agreed and came to my house. I was nervous, but the experience of seeing his body twist in pain while I fucked him hard became my personal fetish. Over time, I wanted to try it with older or men of my age, but it wasn't the same. What really turned me on was putting my large body on young, attractive, slim, and white guys like you, and over the years, I've perfected my approach to get young men like you to end up on this couch where you're sitting, even if they're straight at first, they always end up loving what I do to them." At that moment, he stood up, and I saw that he had a hard-on inside his compression shorts. He walked up to me, and since I was still sitting, he took my face in his large hand and moved it up to look him in the eyes. He changed his tone of voice and said, "I can feel that you want it, boy." He took my hand and put it inside his compression shorts, and I could feel his dick and balls with my hand. I was still in shock and couldn't move or say anything, but I could feel a sticky liquid on the tip of his dick. Just as I was about to react, I quickly pulled my hand out of his shorts and said I had to go. He said, "See you tomorrow, boy, " with a confident tone, as if I would definitely come back. I grabbed my bike and left quickly, my heart still racing. When I got home, I found that I had an erection, and it wouldn't go away. I went to bed, but all I could see when I closed my eyes was Marc's body in those black compression shorts. The only thing I could do was masturbate, and I came so much that I had to use a couple of socks to clean everything up. The next day, I didn't go to work. It was Sunday, and my uncle was going out to a restaurant and invited me to join him, but I preferred to stay home. All day, I thought about what had happened. A part of me felt guilty - why had I gotten excited by a man like that? Why didn't I leave his house? Was I gay? I spent the whole morning questioning my life based on that moment. I knew I had to talk to someone about it, so I called my therapist. I told her everything that had happened, and she listened carefully. She said she was glad I trusted her enough to share this with her. She told me it was okay to have feelings and that it didn't make me gay or bisexual just because I had an attraction to a man in that moment. She said it was important to explore my feelings and not to judge myself. After talking to her, I felt much better. I realized that I was still straight, but I had had an experience that had made me question my sexuality. I decided to take some time to think about it and not to rush into any conclusions. In the end, I never went back to Marc's house, but I never forgot about that day. It was a confusing and intense experience, but it also helped me understand myself better and accept my feelings. I'm still straight, but I'm more open to the idea that attraction can happen between people of the same sex, and it doesn't make me any less of a man.

That rainy Saturday afternoon, I was home alone while my husband was at work and my daughters were out with their boyfriends. Feeling horny like a cougar, I decided to take a shower and masturbate. I slipped my fingers into my pussy, rubbed my clit, moaned, and had a great orgasm. I decided not to shave my pubic area, so I was more hairy than usual down there. I got out of the shower and decided to wear a pale blue, smooth, short dress and stockings that covered my thighs, accentuating the shape and softness of my legs. High-heeled, open-toed shoes showed off my delicate feet, which looked great when I walked and sat, crossing my legs. I put on a transparent thong that showed my pubic hair, and finally, I decided not to wear a bra because I don't like it to show through the dress, so my breasts were visible through the thin fabric. In the last year, the city of Mexico has received thousands of migrant people from Haiti. My husband and I, being migrants from Guatemala and living in Mexico, always try to help people in these conditions. That Saturday afternoon, and almost as if by divine mandate, many people passed by my house, they were people from Haiti asking for help, offering to do any kind of work in exchange for some money for a ticket or a hot meal. I had some chores that needed to be done at my house that my daughters had refused to do, so I thought maybe this situation could benefit me somehow. After a moment, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a tall, muscular young man with a shaved head, around 20 years old. He was wearing only a tank top that showed off his toned muscles and tight pants that left nothing to the imagination, highlighting his enormous bulge. He began to explain his situation to me. He had come from Haiti a couple of months ago and hadn't eaten in several days. He was determined not to accept charity, saying, "I don't want to receive handouts from anyone, ma'am." He was willing to do any kind of work for some food or money. "Hey honey, I have some chores that need to be done here at my place. I can't pay you much, but I have plenty of food, and I can give you some to take with you, " I said. "Thank you so much, ma'am. You don't know how much I appreciate you giving me the opportunity to work, " he replied. "No worries, come on in and leave your things by the door, and I'll explain where you can start, " I said. "Are you living here alone? " he asked curiously. "No, I live here with my daughters and husband, " I said. "Your house is very nice, ma'am, " he said, admiring the place. I took him to the backyard where there were some weeds and trees that needed pruning. I told him he could start with that and I would give him other tasks later. I sat at a table with a full view of the backyard. Despite the day starting with rain, it soon cleared up as the sun rose. Watching him work gave me pleasure. Suddenly, he took off his shirt to avoid getting it sweaty, and I enjoyed the sight of his muscular chest and broad back, accentuating his young masculinity. After a few hours of working in the rising heat, both outside and inside my pussy, the young man asked for a glass of water to quench his thirst. His dark, sweaty body made me burn with desire. I felt my panties getting wet just from looking at him. I tried to seduce him with some bold questions, slowly but surely. "What's your name, sweetheart? " I asked. "I'm Rómulo, " he said, taking a break from drinking water. "Did you go to school back in Haiti? " I asked. "Yes, I graduated high school with honors in my country, " he said. "That's great, it speaks well of you that you're such a studious young man. Keep it up. I imagine that a handsome guy like you must have left a girlfriend back in Haiti, " I said with a flirtatious smile. "No, ma'am, I don't have a girlfriend, " he said, smiling shyly. "I don't believe you, honey. It's incredible that a handsome guy like you hasn't had a girlfriend. How old are you now? " I asked. "I'm 18 years old, " he said. "Well, for me, you're a very handsome boy. Here, you'd have women crazy about you, including me, " I said, laughing. "Well, the truth is, I've never been with a woman, ma'am, " he said, blushing. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, " I said in a low voice. "Excuse me? " he asked curiously. "Nothing, honey, come here and help me, " I said. I walked slowly towards him, and we began to kiss, to hug while our hands explored each other's bodies. His hands reached my ass, squeezing and rubbing it roughly. I prefer to be taken and fucked hard rather than all that cursi kissing. He started kissing my neck, massaging my ass, his kisses on my neck were turning me on too much. I just hung on to his neck, then he lowered his hands and picked me up, I opened my legs to get comfortable, and we kissed again, our mouths exchanging saliva, our tongues tasting and caressing each other. He continued carrying me for a moment, then turned towards the bed and slowly lowered me until I was sitting on it. My hand instinctively went to his crotch to feel that terrain. A good bulge, hard as rocks, was very prominent. I could feel that there were already some drops wetting his pants, probably from his sweet pre-cum. I went down to his chest and started licking his salty sweat. With each kiss, I felt his firm body tremble. I was enjoying the rigidity of his abs, almost as hard as his erection that was making my pussy drip. With one stroke, he took off his pants, and just as I imagined, a huge cock hit my face. It was dripping with a sweet elixir from the tip, transparent and abundant, falling little by little from the tip to the base. His testicles, full of cum, were just as appetizing as that cock, so exquisite in appearance. That chocolate-colored cock, wide with veins well-marked that seemed ready to explode. I wondered what I would do with all that chocolate, it wasn't the first time, but it was always a challenge. I decided to admire it, to give it little kisses all over that huge trunk, I went down to his enormous black balls and started sucking them, while with my hands I tried to pull that huge cock. I decided to start the blowjob, licking his frenulum and glans, trying to put that huge head in my mouth, but it was too much, it hurt, I tried again and it was still too much, I decided to suck and suck, bite the trunk, while Rómulo, he was combing me, on the third try, I managed to put part of that huge cock in my mouth, "if you can, you're a great whore, " and I took it off, I was choking. I did the same procedure again, but this time with his big hands, he grabbed me so that I wouldn't come out of his cock, it felt bad, I felt like I was drowning, but I wanted to keep sucking that black cock, then he took it out of my mouth, while I coughed, he gave me some slaps with that huge cock, I went back to sucking his cock, and with my two hands I masturbated him, I went back to putting my tongue on his frenulum and glans, and then I bit them softly, making him scream, "ahh how good it feels, my love, you're a whore, you know how to give pleasure, you're a goddess, my love." A few minutes later, he put his fingers on the straps of my dress and let them fall on my forearms, leaving my breasts bare. When he felt my naked breasts, I moaned, which seemed to excite him. He bent his head and started kissing and licking my breasts, and at times, biting my hard nipples, he then lowered his hands to the lower edge of my dress and lifted it up to my waist, only and the tiny thong, leaving my vaginal hairs visible, his hands were already touching everything, and pulling my hairs hard, "you're very hairy, " he said. He picked me up and threw me on the bed, I was at his mercy, he opened my legs wide, lifted my mini dress to the waist, started kissing my thong, which was already very wet, "mmm, it smells good, my love, " he gave little pats to my pussy, immediately he took off my thong, smelled it, wrapped it around his cock, and started licking my clit, with his thick lips he gave me good treatment, then he kissed my vagina, put his tongue in, gave little pats, "ahh how good it feels, my love, " I said, grabbing his hair while he bit me gently. Then he stood up, took me to the living room sofa, his cock rubbing against my pussy, which was already burning with desire, he started jerking off with my thong, putting it in my pussy, "it's very hot, my love, please put it in, " I screamed, "your desires are orders, my queen." He put me in the classic missionary position, his cock hit my clit, he spat on it, and first his head went in. "aaah it's hard, " I said. He put part of his trunk in, "aaah, yes, I like it, " I felt that he was going halfway. He took me by the waist and with one stroke, he put all his cock in, I screamed very loud, it must have been heard on the street. He took half of his cock out and put it back in, I felt like he was splitting me in two. He did this several times, then he lay on top of me, feeling that huge body of a bull, penetrating me, he lifted my legs to his shoulders, and fucked me like an animal in heat, "do you like it, bitch? " and I answered, "yes, don't stop." While he penetrated me, we kissed, he licked my face, neck, and our hands joined, then he lowered my long legs, opened them, took his cock out and put it back in hard, although now he was making circles, he was breaking my pussy and my thighs, he opened them very hard, then my back arched, he took me by the lower back and penetrated me very well, then he lowered my back, and I hugged him with my long legs. Rómulo, he picked me up, and I gave him good sentones on that member, then he took my legs and put them on his shoulders. "Mmm, fuck me like this, don't stop, " I said, "our flesh is colliding, his cock and my pussy are united in one frenzy." "Since you opened the door, I've wanted you, " he said. "I have you here, riding me, baby, enjoy, " I said. He pushed me against the wall and fucked me hard, very hard, my pussy was already irritated, asking for a break, but my lust, it didn't want us to stop, we lay down on the sofa, he on top of me, penetrating me, kissing me, he took his cock out and started licking my vagina, he spat on it, put a pillow behind me, and threw my legs back, he took them by my femoral and began to penetrate hard, and I moaned. "Damn, it feels so good, it's breaking me in two, " I said. My phone rang, but I ignored it. He let my legs and vagina rest, put his huge cock in my mouth, while I tried not to choke. He took me and laid me down, belly down, stretching my legs and hands like an X, he got on top of me, and also stretched, he penetrated me anally while he let fall his 100 k, of pure muscle, that cock was breaking me, we were the X in human form. "Keep going, it feels so good, give it all to me, " I said. He could hear the bed creaking, he bit my back, neck, he reached my orgasm. "AAAAAA I'm coming, " I said, I was completely satisfied and satisfied, we continued like that for several minutes, then he closed my legs, my hands continued open, he opened my asshole and put his hard, black cock in, he spanked and punished me very hard with his cock, now he was making circular movements, making the sexual act richer, we were bathed in sweat, I felt blood coming out of my ass, I was already very sore, but my macho kept moving, he took it out, opened my asshole with his hands and penetrated me, he did that many times, he said, "I'm about to come."

My name is Emily, I'm 32 years old and months ago I divorced my ex-husband, the reasons? Well, his arrogance and lack of attention to me added to the monotony of our relationship made us take that decision, the outcome was not peaceful, we both argued, we yelled at each other and we even threw things at each other... The truth is that I don't regret anything having separated from that ungrateful man. But what I will tell you today is not about my failed relationship, but about my best sexual experience so far. After about a week of divorce I decided to take the plunge and renew my sex life, with my ex-husband I hardly had sex and the times we had it did not leave me satisfied, it was more profitable for me to masturbate with a dildo than to fuck him. I had been talking for a few days with a childhood friend, a boy who used to be my neighbor named Tyrell, a boy of black complexion whose parents had moved from the United States to Spain. Actually I had always kept in touch with him since we liked each other very much, but since the divorce this contact had increased and now it was more frequent. And besides, I must confess that I was always attracted to him somehow, he was very strong and maybe he was not the most handsome of all but he was very cute and attractive, in fact during my adolescence I had fantasized about him, with his big cock sticking it all the way inside me having passionate sex, I was trapped by him. We decided to meet one night to go to a disco, I was clear about my goal, to have sex with him. I got ready, I put on a tight little dress, my appearance was as follows: Long dark hair and light brown eyes, a small mouth, but with full lips, with not very big breasts but compensated with a well shaped ass since I attended the gym and yoga classes so my body was very athletic and somewhat slim. The dress made me have a slim waist while widening my hips and cutting just below my buttocks making it very easy to lift it up and leave my ass in the air. I matched my dress with some black heels and a dark bag in which I left some lubricant for the occasion. And for more sluttiness, I decided to go without underwear, I was clear about my goal. Hours before meeting he told me that maybe a friend of his was coming, I was a little worried because I did not want it to be an impediment, I wanted to spend the night with him but despite my concern I accepted. It was already night and he came to pick me up by car, I got in the back since his friend was in the passenger seat, finally I could see Tyrell in person, he was more handsome than I remembered and had very wide arms, his friend was not bad either, both were well groomed and I have to say that I was feeling a very lucky woman for that situation. Already in the disco, after a couple of drinks to loosen up I started to approach Tyrell dancing next to him and sticking my body with his as much as possible in different ways but especially bitching him, and not only to him but I also allowed myself to do it with his friend who was called Tobias, I let myself go with both men of dark complexion and strong, dancing, joining my tits with their bodies or seducing them with my movements. In one of those moments I approached Tyrell and we started kissing while he and Tobias ran their hands over my ass, grabbing it, spanking it gently and slowly lifting my little dress, the three of us decided to take the next step. We got in the car, Tyrell was driving, Tobias and I stayed behind to kiss, he took off the top of my dress to touch my breasts while I stroked his huge hard cock over my pants, then I pulled them down along with his boxers and saw his erect penis, black and almost as big as my forearm, I took the whole thing in my mouth. I was giving him a blowjob while he pulled my hair aside and pushed my head so that his cock would go deeper, it was so long and fat that it didn't go all the way in, I was gagging from how deep it was going in, leaving my dick full of drool, but I kept on going at the same fast pace. The whole ride I had his cock in my mouth. When we got to the apartment and were already inside the three of us took off all our clothes, I saw Tyrell's cock that was just as big as his friend's, Tyrell lay down on the couch, I threw myself on his cock to suck it with the same intensity as the previous time. Tobias as he shoved his cock, which was still lubricated with my drool, up my pussy. The situation was surreal to me, it was like an erotic dream: I was eating my childhood friend's cock while his other friend grabbed my hips and fucked me hard, shoving his long cock deep inside my pussy, I was unable not to moan, I was in ecstasy of the pleasure I was experiencing, I had never been fucked like this before and this was just the beginning. Then we did an exchange, I went back to sucking Tobias's cock while Tyrell thrust and pushed me with all his strength while pulling my body against his, at this point my lips were so wet that they did not oppose any resistance on his big dick, the pounding of my ass against his hips could be heard throughout the room while my moans were hidden because my mouth was occupied with the other's cock. After finishing on the couch, we went to the bedroom, Tobias lay down, I got on top of him and after kissing him I put his cock inside my vagina, Tyrell was behind me, he used the lubricant that was in my bag, he passed his lubricated fingers through my anus getting them inside me while lubricating his cock and began to slowly introduce his cock in my ass, I could not believe what was happening, the sensations I was feeling and the sexual satisfaction I was experiencing. I could feel both cocks penetrating me at the same time, one going out and the other going in, opening both my orifices and causing me a slight pain that was disguised by the excitement I was experiencing. My sweaty body was being burst by those two blacks that were breaking me to my soul, Tyrell's cock was entering whole inside my ass feeling it inside my rectum, I was no longer conscious and just enjoying that wonderful experience. I moaned in pleasure, gasped in pain and begged for "more more more more" accompanying it with yeses every time they increased the pace and gave me harder, they called me a whore used me like a little doll and pulled my hair but I loved it. It all concluded with an orgasm and a squirting that left the whole bed wet and my legs shaking. I was almost crying with pleasure, but I was not finished yet. Tobias put me on the edge of the bed in missionary position, spread my legs, poured lubricant on my pussy, my anus and on his cock and without any precautions he penetrated my anus with his long penis. He played with my body as he pleased, increasing and decreasing the rhythm, pulling my hips towards his and pounding me with every thrust he gave, putting his penis completely inside me. I couldn't even keep my eye sockets in position from all the pleasure I was experiencing. Tyrell for his part was masturbating lying on the bed. He had certainly fulfilled my teenage fantasy, but in a spectacular and very surreal way. After a while of hard and accelerated penetrations Tobias took it out, Tyrell came and put it back in my ass restarting the accelerated pace that had his partner leaving him masturbating in front of me. We were like that for quite a while, while they switched back and forth to use my ass I was sticking my fingers in my pussy to masturbate and give me even more excitement than I was feeling until without warning I had another squirting while Tyrell was pumping me, he came up to my pussy and put his face in front of my squirt, then Tobias came and I soaked him the same way. I was exhausted, but they continued to use me like the submissive I was. Tyrell lifted me up with his huge arms, I hugged him, he shoved his penis up my vagina and Tobias shoved it into my anus while he grabbed my waist. Both strong men were pulling me up and down to get their cocks in and out of my orifices, I had nothing to do but enjoy the moment, feel my wet holes being violently drilled by them and moan like I never had before. My body was bouncing, I had no control over it, it was up to them to decide whether to shove it in deeper or faster, I was experiencing the best pleasure a woman could experience. "I'm going to cum" said Tobias, I replied "mails inside me" and they did. Tobias cum inside my ass, I felt his cock throbbing as he filled my rectum with his hot cum. Tyrell continued to penetrate me more eagerly after his friend pulled it out of my ass, I kissed him and then Tyrell and so on repeatedly until finally my childhood friend cum inside my vagina filling me with his cum. He left me on the floor, I lay down on the bed and felt the cum coming out of my orifices from both men who lay down next to me to kiss me, touch my sweaty body and tell me things like "how good you fuck" or "how hot you are". My night ended with a shower, I went to bed to sleep with my two men to wake up the next morning bursting. But, even so, no one was going to take away the satisfaction I experienced that night, I felt alive again and definitely, that was not going to be my last time letting myself be blown by those two.

Six months after my divorce, I was hired by an American company with offices in my country and headquarters in Philadelphia. A week later I was already starting my training on a Monday, we were a group of 6 women between 25 and 45 and three young men. On Friday after finishing the course and having already made friends with everyone we decided to celebrate and the other girls of American origin suggested a popular place in Philadelphia and so at 8 pm they picked me up at my hotel to go to that place, I had dressed sexy with a light dress above the knee with straps and a somewhat daring neckline, high heels, I like to use them because it makes me show off my legs and when I walk I lift my buttocks. Underneath I wore a pink thong and no panties. We were chatting and I drank some vodka tonic that made me more giggly and dancing, when we were having fun in the place, Rose one of the girls in the group told me that a friend of hers was coming to join us and that she would bring a friend, all the rest of us nodded that there was no problem for her friend to join the group. After a while of being there chatting I see two tall, thick and somewhat attractive black men arrive, I am not a fan of black men but they are quite nice, Jamal and George both over 40 years old, Jamal approached Rose greeting her and introducing us to George, the party went on dancing and laughing until my friends of the group were retiring until only Rose, Jamal, George and I were left. At about 1 o'clock in the morning the slow music started and George asked me if I wanted to dance, of course I accepted because I had been watching him discreetly and imagining how well endowed black men are, I had many ideas of how I would have it and with the accumulated months without sex my mind was boiling. So we slow danced American style, I hugged his neck and he hugged my waist and at first chatting I turned to look up at him because my head barely reached his shoulders, we chatted and laughed but there came a time when silence came and I leaned my head sideways on his chest, I felt at that moment how he squeezed me softly, being very close to him, my breasts pressed on his high belly and our legs rubbing as we danced, I felt I was trembling and George noticed it, he whispered in my ear why are you trembling? I only emitted a small moan and made more pressure with my head on his chest, he squeezed me a little more and that's when I felt his bulge in my belly "I was having an erection" which really pleased me, suddenly he lifted my chin and looked me in the eyes for a moment and brought his lips to mine and kissed me, I felt his thick lips delicious, I returned to lay my face on his chest and so we continued dancing, he made me feel his legs at times rubbing my lower abdomen which excited me a lot but I did not say half a word only corresponded to that kind of caress. So it was time for the club to close and we had to leave, the 4 of us that were left, Jamal and George suggested to continue the evening at George's house and Rose encouraged me to accept, besides I already had some alcohol in my blood and wanted to continue in George's company and so we organized ourselves and arrived at George's house, a nice big house, well furnished and with a pool. Jamal and Rose went to the patio and I lost sight of them, George told me, let's continue dancing and dimmed the lights in the living room and turned on the music, he took me by the arm and we danced again in total intimacy, being in that situation he was more daring and started kissing me more passionately and I reciprocated, His big hands began to caress my back and down to my lower waist almost reaching my buttocks gently rubbing me, I pressed against him, the kisses and caresses intensified more and to the rhythm of the dim light and romantic music I let myself go and enjoyed it. A few minutes later he slipped his fingers into the straps of my dress and let them fall onto my forearms leaving my breasts bare, as I felt my bare breasts I moaned, which seemed to excite him, he bent his head and bent his knees a little to place his lips on my breasts and began to kiss and lick and at times with his lips he nibbled on my hard nipples, I intertwined my fingers in his short curly hair in approval, he then lowered his hands to the bottom hem of my dress and pulled it all the way up making me lift my arms and stripping me off leaving me alone in the tiny thong, his hands were already pawing everything they could reach, I then slipped my hands over his polo shirt and did the same, he lifted his arms and finished taking off the cop. We both felt the warmth of our skins from the top, he then asked me to help him with the pants, I was very excited at that moment, slipping all over me, at last I was going to know a black member up close. I proceeded to unbutton his pants open his zipper and pull it down, I bent down and finished removing it and his shoes, he was only in his boxers and it was clear what he had underneath, I thought it was quite big but it was only until I reached in to pull down his boxers that I realized how big it was. His testicles were big as well as his member, I took it in my hands and looked George in the eyes, as if I wanted to shout "it's huge", he then with a firm voice said to me "swing down" and pushed me gently by the shoulders but not before putting a cushion on the floor, Without letting go of his cock I knelt down and my face was facing that virile and beautiful cock, it is circumcised which pleased me, I took it with both hands and began to caress it feeling its hardness, its thickness and its swollen veins, I still remember the pleasure of having it in my hands. I brought my lips close to its glans and kissed it and opened my lips and started to lick holding it still in my hands, so after a few kisses and licks I opened my big mouth and started to try to swallow it, at first I can barely take the glans and a little more but as the minutes passed and I swallowed more until I can with about half of it, I had room left over for my two hands and half a cock in my mouth, the most delicious cock I had ever sucked. There I entertained myself for a while between his cock and his balls, then he lifted me up, carried me in his arms and took me to his bedroom, he put me on the bed, he opened my legs and he was ready to ram me, I saw him come on me with that beautiful fence pointing at me, he told me to relax, my legs were trembling, I felt his glans reach my vaginal lips and was looking for my cave but he could not find it, I lowered my hand and I placed it exactly so he could penetrate it, I let him penetrate me at his own pace while I watched as his cock was getting lost in my vagina, it didn't take him long to put almost all of it in, I pushed and moaned like a cat, I melted with pleasure, I hugged him while he dropped all his weight on me and grabbed my buttocks, then we started a movement of in and out where he made me feel every inch of his thick cock. After a while he lifted my legs and put them on his man and let me go all of his shaft making me feel his balls in my anus, so he fucked me for another long time until we both climaxed, me having several orgasms in a row and him unloading a large amount of sperm in an ecstasy never experienced by me. When the mood calmed down he pulled me out and hugged me which I appreciated and then we talked about the act until we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Once, when I took the train to a larger city with my girlfriend, there were several foreign men in the next compartment. It was the time of very short minis, just like today. My girlfriend wore her mini so short that you could see her little white panties at the slightest opportunity, which naturally drew a lot of men's attention to her long bare legs. She seemed to enjoy it and it also turned me on when I saw other men getting hot for her. When we had sex together, we often talked about her doing it with other men. After a few stops, everyone got off except for the four foreign men and the two of us. As these men had been undressing her with their eyes the whole time, I knew that things could get hot now that we were alone. Strangely enough, this didn't scare me, on the contrary: I felt a strong desire to let them take my girlfriend. I changed my seat, sat opposite my girlfriend and stretched one leg between her legs, which she willingly spread. The men sat opposite her in the other compartment and I knew that they could see her panties. I read their faces like in a mirror and saw that their thoughts were revolving around fucking. I looked at my friend and nodded slightly backwards. She understood and tossed her long hair back, looked at the men, then at me, her tongue came out from between her snow-white teeth, licked her lips... I knew she was getting very horny and, like me, was thinking about our conversations. Then the conductor came by, demanded our tickets, took a long look at her legs and moved on. I imagined various scenes that could take place as I felt a stream of desire flowing from the adjoining compartment to my girlfriend's body. I looked at her and saw that she was feeling it too, even returning the desire. The flow increased as I imagined how she would be fucked by all these men in the toilet before the conductor came next time. The desire became so strong that I outgrew myself. I looked at the men, then at my girlfriend, who was now almost lying on the seat and extremely horny. Her mini had ridden up so high that you could see her panties very clearly. It was a soft, open silk slip that I really liked because I could easily penetrate her from the side whenever I felt like it. The men looked at me, astonishment and desire on their faces. They were dark-skinned, about ten years older than us and didn't seem to have the Christian inhibitions. Then I leaned forward, stroked up my girlfriend's legs, slowly, until I reached her panties... and pushed them aside in one motion, revealing her curly reddish-blonde hair. She moaned, turned to the men and I made a head movement that meant: come here, take them, you can have them, one at a time. The men became very excited, talked a little in an unknown language, bumped into each other... Then the train started to slow down and stopped at a smaller station. My girlfriend was struggling to suppress her desire and just sat there as she was, with her mini riding up, her panties open... I gave her a push, pulled the panties over her fleece, the mini down a little. People got on, walked through the compartment, the men stared out of the window... Then the train started up again. The conductor came past us and took another long look at my friend's bare legs. Further ahead, a couple with two children had sat down in a compartment. We overheard them talking, the children whining and laughing, the mother trying to calm them down with stories. She told the story of the bad wolf..., the seven little goats... The foreign men had calmed down again and looked at me and my friend. They were probably waiting for the invitation to be repeated. Now there was a long stretch without a station and a long tunnel in between. Fortunately, no one had sat near us. My girlfriend slipped lower again, showing her panties, now spreading her legs of her own accord, pulling her panties aside while I gently stroked her thighs. Suddenly, one of the men stood up and sat down next to me. He pointed at my girlfriend and asked: "How much? " He wanted a price. I became very aroused, Lou even more so when she heard that she was to serve as a whore. "One hundred, " she said, "ten minutes for each of them. I repeated this to the man in English, but he had already understood. He went back to his colleagues and spoke to them quietly in their language. Then he came to me. "Two hundred for all, " he said. I nodded. I didn't care how much. You could have had them for free, just for the pleasure. But it was clear to them that they would pay, that she was my whore. The man went back and returned with two foreign notes, which he pressed firmly into my hand. I didn't know the money and had no idea how much it was worth. But I took it and said OK. Lou's cheeks were now very red. The man took her by the hand, pulled her up, took her into the compartment, where she had to sit on his knees... I watched in fascination as many dark hands began to stroke her bare legs, reached into her panties, she spread her legs and began to moan... I hoped not too much, because of the family in the front of the carriage and because of the conductor, who could come at any time. But he didn't come. And then came the long tunnel. It took quite a long time before we emerged from the darkness into the light again. During this time, I heard Lou's sounds of pleasure, knew that she was being taken by all four men... and then suddenly there was light, and I saw how they had Lou on her knees, stripped naked and one was fucking her while the others made their cocks squirt over her face. What if the conductor came? And he did indeed come. When he saw me sitting alone in the compartment, he probably thought my girlfriend was in the toilet. I quickly got up to distract him and asked him for the connection to change trains. He looked in his book, leafing through it, while I looked over his shoulder to see Lou being jumped and splashed by the men. He couldn't hear their moans because of the noise in the tunnel. I walked a little ahead of him, away from Lou and the men, and he followed me with the book in his hand. Then I returned, stopped and looked at Lou and her tormentors. Now she was being taken hard and had to suck their cocks too and one was trying to take her anally, which she wasn't so used to. She moaned and looked at me for help. Soon the tunnel would be over, then they had to stop. But this tunnel seemed endless and Lou kept getting fucked. That was starting to make me think. "Stop, enough, time's up, " I shouted and tried to push the men away. But they pushed me away. Only when it slowly got lighter did they let go of her, hurriedly stowed their cocks, pushed Lou into the compartment with me and threw their clothes on. They kept the panties. "Quick! " I urged. Lou hurriedly slipped into her mini, pulled on her white sweater and kept her high heels on. Her face was wet, her lips swollen and the men's cum was running down her bare thighs. I handed her my handkerchief and she dried herself as best she could. Then the conductor came by and announced the next station. The men sat as before, looking out of the window and Lou hid her wet face by snuggling up to my shoulder. At the next stop, the men got off, they laughed and one of them triumphantly showed off her beautiful silk panties. On the platform, everyone came to the window, waving and laughing, bowing, throwing kisses to Lou... I opened the window, Lou looked out, held out her hand to everyone, and when the train left, she was holding her beautiful silk slip, which we used many more times and under different circumstances.