“Okay Mama, let’s see what
you got.”
How on earth did this
happen? I was standing in front of a large strange black man in a strange room
in a strange city. He was asking me to remove my clothing. No, it wasn’t
asking, he was demanding that I strip.
It all started a few months
earlier. My husband and I were laying on the bed, fooling around. The kids were
both asleep. It was our time of the day.
“I had another chat with
Rock,” Tommy said, tweaking my bare nipple. Tom Monroe is my husband of ten
years. I’m Kitty and we both are twenty-nine.
“Oh, what about?” I asked,
knowing full well what the topic of the e-mail chat had been. I guess I need to
go back further to last summer for any of this to make sense.
***
Tommy and I were hiking in
the Chota State Park. It was an overcast day and most of the other hikers were
waiting to see what the weather did. Tommy and I, adventurous souls that we
are, went out anyway. It was warm and the worst thing that could happen was
that we’d get wet. Big deal.
We were on our way back to
our cabin when we came around a bend in the trail, near the picnic area, and
there was this couple at the edge of the trees. A white girl was nude, on her
knees performing oral sex on a black man. Wordlessly, Tommy and I stepped over
off of the trail a few yards and watched them.
The woman, a girl really,
not a day over eighteen, was sucking on the largest penis I had ever seen. Even
though she was just a kid, she seemed to know what she was doing with that
monster. She continued to orally worship the man’s penis for several minutes
until he took her arms, lifted her up, and carried her to a picnic table.
Again without having to
discuss it, Tommy and I moved to a better vantage point where we could see the
couple. The big black man sat the girl down on the concrete table top, pushed
her legs apart and rammed his penis into her. She cried out in what had to be
pain, but I wasn’t certain. He began to copulate with her. Slowly at first then
harder and deeper. The girl was moaning and tossing her head back and forth. I
revised my opinion. It wasn’t pain, it was pure raw animalistic pleasure.
Tommy was breathing hard,
and frankly so was I. I thought my heart would leap out of my chest. It was the
most erotic sight I had ever witnessed. We eased farther along the trees so
that we could get a better view. I had not even been aware that Tommy had taken
my hand and was holding on to it tightly. I had to lean against a tree to
support my trembling knees as the man plunged in and out of the girl.
I had not paid much attention
to the man’s face, so I lifted my eyes away from his glistening dick, pounding
in and out of her, to look at his face. I nearly fainted when I saw that he was
looking directly into my eyes. I must have gasped when he winked at me, because
Tommy put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Now that I was aware
that we were not undetected, I wanted to leave, but Tommy was rooted to the
spot. The little white girl wasn’t moaning now, she was screaming as she had orgasms
over and over again. Suddenly the black man stiffened and groaned loudly as he
pumped his sperm into her. Tommy and I could see the milky substance running
out of her gapping opening when he withdrew his massive organ from her. I
glanced at his face again and he was still looking at me with a smirk on his
face.
Tommy and I nearly ran all
the back to our cabin. We tore our clothing off as we went through the front
door and to the bed room. It was the best, the most intense sex we had in a
long time. Fortunately our kids were with Tommy’s parents or they would have
seen a show. We didn’t actually talk about what we had witnessed for a long time,
but it changed our lives dramatically. Tommy started bringing adult videos
home, and most of them were about black men and white women. Our sex life took
a sharp upturn. Tommy bought a digital camera and insisted I model for him in
various degrees of undress. That progressed to videos of us making love.
One night a few months
after watching the couple in the park, Tommy and I were making love. “Do you
like my cock in you, whore?” Tommy said, panting. “Do you wish it was bigger
and blacker?” That was a new twist, but I happily played along.
“Yes,” I answered, quite
truthfully. “I want a bigger cock…a black cock in me.” That started a routine. It
became part of our love-making fantasy. Tommy was very inventive. He came up
with a lot of different fantasy situations. Prior to the couple in the park, we
would make love once, and rarely, twice a week. Now it was nearly every night.
Once while we were basking
in the afterglow of a particularly hot sweaty session, Tommy said, “When you
think about that black stud in the park, do you fantasize it’s you getting
fucked instead of that girl?”
I gave that some thought
before I answered. Tommy hasn’t shown himself to have a fragile ego, but I was
cautious. “Why do you ask?” I hedged.
“Just curious,” he
answered. “I do. I mean, when I think about it, sometimes I picture you on that
picnic table. It’s your voice I hear screaming for more hard cock. I visualize
you on your knees sucking his big cock. You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes, I fantasize about it
sometimes,” I answered. “Are you sure you are all right with that?”