Joe picked me up at my apartment early. It was about a half hour before he was supposed to be there when I heard a knock at the door. As soon as I had let him in and introduced myself I asked him if he knew he was so early.
He said, 'Sure, Gwenn, I know I'm here before you expected me. But it's no accident. I wanted to be early to take advantage of the short time we're going to have together.'
When I asked him what he meant he said 'Honey, I have a hunch however much time we have together tonight won't be enough. You know what I mean?'
At first I was kind of taken aback by his being so familiar with me and calling me 'Honey' before he hardly knew me, but something about the sparkle in his eye made me want him to be familiar.
And to top it all off, I wasn't even dressed when he knocked on my door. I had to answer it wearing only a robe. I made sure it was a thick chenille one though and not
a thin, transparent one like I could have worn. His eyes immediately riveted onto my tits. They were far from being out in the open. But my thirty-nine inches look especially big over my small waist and they were both pooching out my robe like they do in a wool sweater.
I asked him to wait for just a few minutes and I'd be ready. Joe looked down at the top of my robe-he was a tall guy, six two or six three-and said, 'No problem, baby. I'm willing to wait a long time for that.'
The way he said it left no doubt that he was referring to my tits. For a brief second I was kind of disappointed. I'd hoped he would notice how my eyes looked after all the work I'd done on them-that he'd notice my face, not just my body. But then I sighed and realized that it has always been my body that men noticed. Why should it be any different just because this man happened to be black instead of white?
When I got all my clothes on I came back out and asked Joe what he had in mind for the evening. What I meant was a place he wanted to take me but that's not how he answered me.
'Honey, you don't want to hear what I have in mind, do you? Why not feel it instead of listening to me talk about it?'
Without directly answering his loaded question about whether I wanted to 'feel it instead of talk about it,' I said, 'Where do you want to do it?'
I didn't say what the 'it' was. I just left that up to him to interpret any way he chose.
Joe said, 'I thought we might just go straight up to my place, honey? I don't know about you, but I'm a pretty informal guy. I don't go out to the clubs very much. I don't think you'll be bored if we go to my place.'
He was a man of action. I could tell that right away. He wasn't going to pussy-foot around wanting to get me in bed. That kind of thrilled me, and I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine. The way he was acting made me bolder than usual.
In my huskiest voice I said, 'Joe, we don't even have to go all the way over to your place. I think we can do anything you have in mind right here at my place, without even making trip across town.'
He picked right up on that offer. 'I'm with you, baby,' he said with a smile on his face.
I was feeling very coquettish by then. I knew he wanted to see me naked, and to do something good to my pussy. I became so bold that, looking back, I'm amazed at myself.
I stood in front of him and shamelessly allowed him to gaze at my body as though f was on an auction block. And I reveled in the heat of his burning eyes as he stepped closer to me and raised his hand to my shoulder.
'Joe' I asked him 'do you know me well enough to answer a very personal question?'
'Shoot, baby,' he said. 'Is it true that Negros have… that their-'
He interrupted me and placed my hand on the front of his pants so that I could feel his pulsing manhood beneath the fabric of his pants.
'Don't be bashful, honey,' he said. 'If you want to know about my cock, just ask. You heard tales about a black man's cock being bigger than a white man's, right? Well, baby I'm not going to tell you anything about it. I'm going to let you find out for yourself-right now!'
Then he put his fingers on his zipper and forced them to pull it down. I felt my hand on a hard bone of flesh that felt like an end of a skin-covered rhinoceros horn. From that point on we cut out the shit of playing around with words and teasing each other, and got right down to the business of getting inside of each other's clothes.
I already had his giant pole in my hand as it stuck out through his fly but he wanted to get at me, too. He didn't ask, he just started doing it. He commanded me, by a firm pressure from his hand on my shoulder, to sit down on the couch. This put his big black cock on the same level as my eyes, and for a brief second I shuddered with a strange combination of revulsion and desire. But then he knelt in front of me and the feeling subsided as his giant cock was moved farther away from my face.
'Baby, you got something I'm mighty interested in seeing. If I don't miss my guess them tits of yours are a pair of the biggest, best mother fuckers I ever laid eyes on. Shit, baby, I gotta get them out here in the light.'
Then he reached over and drew me down onto the floor beside him, unbuttoning the first two buttons of my blouse almost in the same motion. I knew that when he saw the naked skin of my big jugs he'd go wild to slap his tool into my pussy, but I had a different idea. I wanted a big hot mouthful of his huge dick.
I lay on my back like a rag doll. I was determined to let him do anything he wanted to my body. He had my blouse off and his black fingers on the white, silky fabric of my brassiere in seconds…
'Jesus Christ, honey,' he leered, 'you got to feel my mouth on that fine pair.'
He turned me over on my stomach and feverishly undid the strap that held my bursting tits in check. Then my bra was lying over in the corner and my titties were bobbing around on my chest.. He pulled me to a sitting position and sucked my nipples like a crazy man, first one then the other. I looked down at his black lips on my pink tipped tits and saw that underneath, in his lap, he had a monster hard-on. I found out right then that it was no bullshit about Negroes having more meat between their legs than white guys do. And I did something about it, too. I grabbed his big cock and began to jerk it up and I down.
But he put his hand on mine and stopped me. 'Baby, baby, take it easy on that thing unless you want a face full of come!' he yelled.
He slipped his hands down to my lap as he kept his lips busy on my tits, and I felt my thighs being freed from the hot confines of my skirt and petticoat. He went right on into my panties with his hands and I felt his fingers underneath the elastic band at the top. He pushed me down on my back and slipped my scanty underpants off over the soft part of my upper thighs, then I felt them pass over my knees and I knew it wouldn't be long until I felt the pressure of a nigger dick spreading my pussy lips apart. I kept my eyes closed partly out of habit and partly out of my growing concern to make sure I got what I needed from his fucking. I felt the nakedness of his skin against mine and I knew that he'd taken his shirt off, then I felt his naked knee separating my legs and I knew he had made himself naked all over. He had long since thrown my underclothes, petticoat, panties and all, over onto the couch and I lay under his muscular body without a stitch to cover myself.
He began to make grunting noises deep down in his throat and I knew he was really feeling it. I opened my eyes and saw him sweating above me as he let himself rub all over my front with his stomach and his crotch.
Then I felt the weight of his powerful prick on my stomach. It was so big I first thought that he'd jammed his leg up on me. But it only took a few strokes of the thing across my wet crotch for me to know what it was down there. I looked down at it and, I swear to God, it looked like the head of that thing was the size of my fist. I was afraid he'd split me open like a: ripe tomato if he tried to poke that thing in me all the way.
'Joe, Joe,' I cried, 'you're… you're too big for my cunt. Let me stick it in my mouth.' But he was too crazy-hot to hear me.
But he just kept moving it around. I'll give him credit where credit's due-he didn't just jam it all the way in without even giving me a chance to prepare for it. But, Diary, his love tool was so giant that it didn't make much difference. He played it around over my pussy lips and tickled my hairs with it for a long time trying to get my pussy to warm up enough to accept it but finally he just began to slowly force it into me. I lay there praying that this would be the kind of thing I needed to make me get my rocks off. It started to hurt and I began to make my hips hunch up and down against it in
spite of the increasing pain in the hopes of starting the ball rolling toward that wonderful feeling. At last I felt the head of it pop into me like a plunger and I knew what it felt like to have my cave full of black meat.
After that I didn't have much control. I felt him start a slow, almost circular motion that seemed sure to split me open at the top and bottom of my tender pussy. I tried to move with him, but he soon began driving with such force that I felt like I was being raped. He was fucking my cunt like he owned it and grinding his entire body into the top of mine with the power of an army tank. He jammed his burning rod in and out of my smarting cunt then,
