Thursday, December 31, 2015

Amateur Blonde Ass Fucked By Huge Black Cock

Meet Candice a beautiful blonde girl with a really nice big ass. She’s from Seattle and goes to culinary school there. She’s new at anal sex but loves it. She’s developed a taste for black men at an early age and wanted to experiment anal with Wesley. Let me tell you guys this was just perfect, Wesley slowly put his huge black dick in her pink asshole and she instantly screamed of pleasure. She definitely was struggling with the size at first but within minutes this blonde beauty was riding that big black cock in her ass and cumming all over the place.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

A Country Club Cougar's Interracial Affair Pt. 3

The following story was written by Black Adonis. You can find more stories on his blog - Enjoy and leave comments.

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Ava Gets Double the Pleasure

When I got back from my weekend in Hot Atlanta, Bobby picked me up at the airport. He was eager for me to tell him about my adventures. I was hesitant at first. I felt odd explaining how I fucked another man to the man who was my lover. But, I got over my reservations and gave Bobby a blow-by-blow, (no pun intended) description of my sexual exploits. It must have turned him on, because he pulled over on the shoulder of the freeway and asked me to blow him. I pulled out his cock and went to work with my tongue. After a few licks, sucks and tugs, Bobby spurted in my mouth. I smiled, he was so easy to please.

I had been home a few hours and was unpacking my bags, when my phone rang. It was Cindy.

“So you’re back?” she said excitedly. “How did it go? Don’t skimp, girl. Give me all the juicy details.”

“Well, I had a great time,” I said, with a huge smile on my face.

“Oh come, on Ava,”  Cindy said, digging for more information. “I want a play-by-play commentary. Do I have to say pretty please?”

I sighed, and launched into a detailed recollection of my steamy weekend, which included my first Mandingo party, my first girl-on-girl experience and my first threesome. Afterwards, I heard Cindy give a breathy sigh on the other end of the phone.

“Oh, my, God,” she said slowly. “Ava, you are a freak! I thought me and Randy were wild, but you have outdone us.” She stopped and I heard the door open in the background.

“That’s Randy, he just got home,” she said. “Girl, you got me so wet I’m gonna fuck his brains out! Gotta go.”

She hung up and I laughed at the idea that my adventures were supercharging Cindy and Randy’s sex life. I settled back into life and work in my small town. Bobby and I saw each other off on and on. We decided to keep it casual, since he traveled a lot to art shows. He had also been married for a long time and was not in hurry to jump into a another serious relationship. This worked for me too. I was just exploring my sexual freedom and didn’t want to limit myself to one man. Also, I had to be honest, after James, I was really interested in BBC. He had spoiled me and I began to crave black cock like a coke fiend. Of course, finding it proved to be a lot tougher than I thought. There weren’t a whole lot of opportunities where I lived. I went online, but found that most of the men were either too young or too far away. I was looking for somone closer.

I decided to go online and ask my old love, James for help. I fired up Skype and saw that he was sitting on his bed with the laptop in front of him.

“Hey James,” I said. “I need some help.”
“What’s up, Ava?” James asked.

“You spoiled me,” I said accusingly. “You got me hooked on BBC and I need a local fix.”

James laughed, “That shouldn’t be so difficult to find. You are an attractive woman.”

“Yeah, but I’m not having much luck. I need you to give me some pointers on where to meet black men,” I said.

James thought for a moment. “If you want to meet black men, you have to go to where they are. Try hanging out at jazz concerts and R&B clubs,” he said. “And I know you're smart, so you are probably looking for someone who can keep up with you. I recommend you seek out African students, like I was. They are pretty sharp.”

I duly noted his ideas. I noticed James look up as Rita walked into the picture and stuck her pretty, brown face into the camera.

“Hi Ava,” she said cheerily. “Good to see you again. What are you guys talking about?”

“I’m giving Ava some pointers on how to find a local brother,” said James, with a laugh.

“Ah,” said Rita, knowingly. “Did you get hooked on black dick? You know, brothers will do that. Maybe we should give Ava a taste of what she’s missing?”

Rita had been wearing a long T-shirt and she pulled it over her head, revealing her full, heavy breasts. She wore a black, lace thong that accentuated her full, curvy hips. She hovered over James and unzipped his pants, pulled out his long, thick prick and stroked it lovingly. Rita pulled off James’ pants and removed her black thong. She threw it at the camera.

“That’s hot,” I said reaching from my pussy. I was already getting moist from watching their performance.

Rita pushed James back, until he was lying flat on the bed. She gripped his cock and slowly slid it into her cunt. I got a great view of Rita’s muscular ass as it worked up and down on James’ dick. I could see the head of James’ cock sliding in and out of Rita’s pussy.

I slipped off my panties, so I could better finger my clit.

“Are you playing with yourself, Ava?”  Rita said.

“Yes,” I moaned softly, rubbing my clit furiously.

Rita kept riding James and I could hear their groans and sighs through the laptop. She started to thrust furiously at James and pushed a breast into his open mouth. I heard James’ muffled grunts and then Rita gave one final thrust and tensed against his body. She let out a deep moan and threw her head back. I knew she was coming. I looked down at James’ groin and saw it was soaked with lady cum and man juice. I wished I was there to lick both of them clean. My clit had grown huge under my flicking fingers. My pussy was throbbing and I soon felt a spurt of cum flood my groin and drench the chair.

“Oh my god, that was incredible!” I groaned. “That was almost as good as being there.”

“Glad we could help,” James said. “Happy hunting.”

They hung up and I jumped into the shower, excited to try out James’ suggestions.  A few days later, I was surfing the local university website and I saw a flyer from the African Student’s Union advertising a party. I decided to check it out and after work, I drove to the campus and found the party, which was being hosted in a small lecture room. The party was a lively affair, filled with undergraduates, graduate students and a few professors. There were also a few African American students and a smattering of white women. I eyed the women and wondered if they were there for the same reason as I? I was also pleased to see one of the students had cooked some African food, which I remembered from my visit to Atlanta.

I stood behind a tall ebony-skinned man, with a bald head and goatee in the food line. I struck up a conversation with him. He told me that his name was Francois and he was from Cameroon. I was embarrassed to admit that I didn’t know where it was, but he was kind enough to tell me that it was in West Africa, and had once been part of Nigeria. Cameroon had also been ruled by the British and the French. Francois admitted that French had been his first language, and he learned English later in life. He had also spent some time in Paris, before he was offered a scholarship at the university. I was already impressed by his worldliness and stared up at him adoringly, as we munched on fried plantains. He wasn’t James, but he would definitely do.

Francois was working on a master’s degree in political science and we got into a lengthy discussion about Africa’s political problems and the American political system. He pointed out that while Africa often looked chaotic and unorganized, the Europeans had left it in a mess when they pulled out. Francois also said Western countries often meddled in African countries affairs by propping up dictators and dethroning politicians who they didn’t approve of. It was quite illuminating. When the party broke up, I promised to find him on Facebook. We became Facebook friends and I checked out his profile. He had several pictures of him in Cameroon and also at the Eiffel Tower in France. He also had pictures of him playing soccer. I must admit, he looked pretty sexy with his thick, muscular legs and bulging biceps.

We chatted on Facebook and I feigned interest in soccer. Actually, the last time I had watched a game was 15 years ago, when my children played. But, I vaguely remembered the World Cup was on and started watching some games and doing online research. Cameroon had a decent team and I checked out some of the players. They were well-muscled athletes, who either had bald heads or sexy dreads. They all had thick thighs and muscular butts, which were common in soccer players.

I instant messaged Francois on Facebook, and chatted about the World Cup. I casually asked him if he wanted to come over to my place and watch the Cameroon game on my big-screen TV. I was pleased when he agreed. Francois came over to my house and I met him dressed in a Cameroon soccer shirt and cut-off jeans.

“I see you’re a fan of the Indomitable Lions,” he said, as I let him in.

“Sure, I’m a big fan of Samuel Eto’o,” I lied, desperately trying to remember one of the player’s names.

We shared beers and yelled and screamed as we watched Cameroon get thumped 4-1 by Brazil. I was pretending to enjoy the game, but towards the end, I actually started getting into it. Or maybe, it was because I was tipsy from the beer and turned on by sitting next to Francois. After the game, we continued chugging beers and getting cozy.

I asked him what it was like dating in Europe.

“It’s very different from here,” Francois said. “The women are more forward and you don’t have to try as hard as in America, especially in the South. Also, the whole interracial thing is less of an issue.”

“So, have you been with a white woman?” I asked sexily. I was lying back on the couch and had my bronzed legs over his lap.

He looked at me and laughed. “Sure, lots. It’s not really a big deal in Europe.”

I kicked off my shoes and brushed my foot over his crotch.

“So, do you like me?” I purred teasing him.

He rubbed his dark hands up my smooth, white legs and said, “You’re very cute.”
Our eyes met and his hand crept under my shorts and felt my damp crotch. He gasped, as he found I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was so brazen I had planned to fuck him that night. I wriggled out of my shorts, pulled off the soccer jersey and unhooked my bra. I lay naked on the couch and massaged his muscular arms. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my crotch. He slid a long finger into my wet pussy and probed inside. I sighed at his touch. He quickly found my clit and began to stroke my love button skillfully.

“Oh God, Francois, you are going to make me cum,” I sighed, as my hips writhed in pleasure. He smiled, a big toothy grin as he watched me squirm. He kept stroking away and eventually my hips thrashed and bucked, as an orgasm ripped through my body.

I sighed and rested my head on the couch.

“Francois, what are you doing dressed?” I said huskily. “I need to see your cock.”

He stood up and pulled off his shirt to reveal a lithe, wiry body. He dropped his pants and unveiled a thick, veiny cock. It wasn’t as big as James’ monster, but it would fill me up well.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said and led him by the hand to my boudoir. We stood in front of the bed and he kissed me passionately. It was the first time I had been with a man raised in Europe, and he really seemed to enjoy exploring my mouth. He had thick brown lips, like most black men do, and I had fun gently biting and sucking them. Finally, Francois pushed me back on the bed and lifted my legs over his shoulder. After all that kissing, my pussy was drenched and he entered me smoothly. He thrust against me slowly, but firmly and quickly built up a pace, going faster and faster.

I felt a growl, beginning deep in my throat. It built up until it turned into a throaty roar.

“Fuck!” I screamed, as he slammed into me. “Give me that cock.”

He pounded my cunt as he whispered unintelligible French words. I had no idea what he was saying, but it was sexy as hell! Francois thrust into me, shouted in French, and shot his load. And just at the the same time, my pussy gushed with lady cum.

Afterwards, we lay there panting. I lay on my side and let Francois’ cum drain out of my pussy. I felt him creep up behind me, kiss my neck and whisper French words in my ear. His hardness pressed up against my back. It was incredibly erotic. There were supposed be two others games on that day, but we didn’t get to see them. Francois was too busy sweating behind me and I spent the rest of the day with my face in a pillow.

Francois and I became regular lovers. I somehow managed to fit him in between bouts with Bobby. Both of the men had demanding schedules, so they seemed to be okay with sharing me. Francois had grown up in Africa and Europe and was familiar with open and polygamous relationships. Both men were very different lovers. Bobby was older, and content with blowjobs or eating me out. While Francois, usually wanted more passionate, vigorous sex, where he slammed me hard and uttered French curse words. Matched with these two lovers, I was literally in heaven.

My birthday rolled around and I decided to treat myself. Francois was kind enough to cook me a mea,l combining French and Cameroonian cuisine, and Bobby bought me a bouquet of flowers and a birthday cake. That night, I invited both of them over and we shared a few bottles of the wine.

Halfway through the bottle, I stood up and said, “Both of you have been such good boys, but this is my birthday and this is my time.”

I looked down at both of the men, who were seated on the couch. “I want both of you to do me,” I said.

The men looked a bit hesitant, but they had both consumed a lot of wine and agreed. I decided to kick things off by performing a sexy strip tease. I flipped the TV to a smooth jazz station and began to sway to the music. I slowly unzipped my dress and let it slide down my body. I raised my legs in the air and slowly peeled off my pantyhose. I took them off and threw them at the men. I stood there in a pink push-up bra and crotchless panties, specially bought for the occasion. I unhooked my bra and hung it on Francois’ bald head. Then,I took off my panties and stuffed them in Bobby’s gaping mouth. The men were both mesmerized by my sexuality. It felt so powerful to have two men under my thumb.

I commanded the men to stand up and strip, which they did silently. They both stood before me with raging hard ons. Bobby’s was pink with a red tip, while Francois’ was dark and smooth. It was an exotic contrast. I took turns sucking the men off. First, I deep throated Bobby, then I released him and sucked Francois. He was way too big, and there was no way I was going fit him down my throat. So, while I sucked one man, I tugged at the other. I teased and taunted both men, until they couldn’t hold back any longer. Bobby came first and shot all over my breasts. Francois was close behind him and covered my face in cock cream. It was the nastiest thing I had ever done in my life, but I was drunk and it was my birthday. You only live once, I thought as I cleaned cum off my boobs and cheeks.

When I got back from the bathroom, I ordered the men to the bedroom. Francois was already hard again and he got behind me and began stroking away. Bobby got in front of me, offered me his cock and I took him in my mouth. Soon, I was enjoying the sensation of having two men pleasuring me at the same time. Francois was slamming my ass, while Bobby was gently fucking my face. Being serviced by those two dicks was quite overwhelming. It was hard to focus with a cock in my mouth and dick in my pussy, but I vaguely remembered having several orgasms, as Francois’ thick prick penetrated me. Just as I opened my mouth to scream, Bobby spurted a huge gob of cum down my throat. Francois was close behind him and I felt him spurt in my pussy. We all lay there covered in sweat and gasping for air. Bobby slipped into the bathroom to clean himself off. After a quick shower, he kissed my cheek, and said he had to go home and get ready for an art show the next day.

Francois and I curled up in each other’s arms and watched TV. He switched to the soccer channel and started watching a European league game. I couldn’t believe that after all that sex, he still wanted to watch sports! Some men were incorrigible. I decided, I would punish him tomorrow morning, by teasing him with my tongue until he begged to cum. And with that thought, I drifted off to sleep with an evil smile on my face, looking forward to the next round of sex.