My name is Joy and I’m sure some might consider me a deviate or maybe even a pervert.
Maybe I am, but I’ll leave that for you to judge if you feel obligated to judge me. For
most of my early life I was a good citizen and what most people would consider a “good
girl”.
I grew up in a tiny little town. Let’s call it Swampwater, USA. I graduated from
high school and like every other young person in Swampwater, I desperately looked for a
way out of that burg. That’s what most did. They left to find work and never came back,
they joined one of the military services and never came back, or they just hauled ass and
never came back. Swampwater was a town of old people and I wanted out.
I had been working at one of the two cafes in town since I was sixteen so it was
natural that I started fulltime after graduation. I was scrimping and saving every dime I
could get my hands on for a bus ticked out of there. Saving was hard because of family. I
had two older brothers, a worn-out mother and a drunken father. My brothers were too lazy
to work and when they found my small stash of money they took it. I started carrying my
money with me. I’d change small bills into larger ones as quickly as I could so it
wouldn’t be bulky.
Then one day my life took a drastic turn. I met Jack. He was passing through on his
way to Fort Campbell. He was an Army man and he was handsome as all get out. Jack chose my
café and I took his order. I’m almost sure it was love at first sight. I’d sure like to
think that, but maybe it was the fact he was so damned good looking and he had a car.
“You are a sight for sore eyes,” he said to me when I delivered his burger and Coke.
“Are there any more like you around here?”
“How many do you need?” I asked in an uncharacteristic burst of brazenness. “But no,
most of the girls you would be interested in have already left town.”
“How come you are still here?” he asked.
“I won’t be for very long,” I answered. “Just as soon as I have enough money saved,
I’m out of here, too. Can I get you anything else?”
“You can,” he said giving me his big friendly smile. “I’m not in a big toot to move
on, so how about a date tonight? You and me, babe, we’ll paint this town red.” I had to
laugh at that. The town could use some paint, but I wasn’t interested in doing the
painting. I almost blew it. I nearly said no out of habit, but something told me this was
the guy I was looking for. I told him that I got off at three o’clock and I’d meet him at
the café at five.
There was no way I wanted him to see where I lived. I was and had always been
trailer trash. At the time we, all five of us, were living in a leaky fifteen year old
single wide mobile home that was anything but mobile. In fact it would fall apart if
someone tried to move it. It wasn’t even ours; we rented it and I knew how my mother paid
the rent.
I had known she put out for the landlord for several years. We all knew it, even my
father. The landlord, Mister Goodson, was an old bastard who came by every first of every
month to collect his payment. My mother got in his truck and they left. She would come
home a few hours later looking like she had been worked hard.
The truth of the matter is, I don’t think she considered it such a bad thing. I
think mom thought of it a monthly escape from the dreary life she was forced to live. I
was aware that Goodson had been looking at me as the next rent-payer in line. He’d been
giving me the look for several years and he gave me cold chills whenever he looked at me
that way.
Jack was on time and we drove to a neighboring town to a movie. Jack was a lot of
fun and I really enjoyed our date. He still had a few days before he was to report to Fort
Campbell so Jack got a room in a run-down motel a few miles out of town nearer the
interstate highway. That first night he asked me to say the night with him and I did.
I said I was a “good” girl and I was, but I was horny and Jack was something else.
He wasn’t my first, but he took me on a sexual romp that I quickly grew used to. Two days
later he asked me to go with him and I agreed. In fact I had my few clothes already
packed.
We were married on the way to Kentucky by a drunken Justice of the Peace somewhere
in Tennessee. It took a couple of days to find housing once we got to his duty station,
but it was all new and a lot of fun for me. Almost anything outside of Swampwater was
exciting to me. Jack and I lived in a state of wedded bliss for nearly a year before he
told me he was going to be deployed overseas. He and his whole company were going to Iraq.
I cried for the two weeks before he left and almost every day he was gone. He was supposed
to be gone for a year, but he came home after only five months. He came home without the
use of his legs. My poor Jack was confined to a wheelchair.
I cried for him, but I never let him see me cry. When I was around him I laughed and
smiled and pretended everything was going to be okay. Of course the Army discharged Jack
after his prolong stay in the Army hospital. It was necessary that we stay close to a
military base because Jack needed a lot of medical attention. There were bits and pieces
of shrapnel in him that had to be monitored carefully.
It wasn’t so much Jack couldn’t make love to me. He just didn’t seem to want to. I
knew it hurt him sometimes when we tried to screw and I tried to be so very careful. I
gave him hand jobs and blow jobs when he wanted me to. He tried to satisfy me by giving me
oral sex, but it wasn’t anywhere as good as before. Over the next two years his sexual
desire diminished.
Sometimes I would lay beside him in bed at night stroking his cock trying to make it
hard for him. I would dress seductively and walk around in front of him, but this only
made things worst. One night as I was stroking his cock to no avail, he suggested we try
looking at some porn movies. Since I loved him very much I was willing to try anything
that might help.
There was an adult bookstore that sold XXX movies not too far from where we lived. I
had passed it many times going shopping. Since I had never been in one of these type
stores I was very nervous the day I decided to go in and buy some movies. I dashed in the
store hoping no one I knew would see me. I just grabbed a handful and hurriedly paid for
them and left as fast as I could.
That night before going to the bedroom where Jack was I drink several strong shots
of rum and coke to calm my nerves. I was starting to feel no pain as I entered the room,
undressed, and slid into bed next to Jack. Jack knew I had bought some movies today and he
had been anxiously waiting. I curled up next to him so I could see the movies and stroke
or suck on his cock, as I chose.
I slowly began to stroke his cock as the first movie came on. I had never seen any
porn movies before. The first one was a movie of two guys fucking this one girl. The scene
changed after awhile to a guy and two girls. I asked him if he liked it. He said he did,
but his cock was only getting partially hard.
We had just started watching the second movie when on the screen came the images of
this big black guy down between the legs of a cute little blonde girl. He was sucking and
licking her little pussy to beat the band. After a few minutes of him eating the blonde
girl out, it showed him moving up between her legs. The tip of his coal black cock was at
the entrance to her little white pussy hole. As the big buck began to slide his big black
dick in the young white girl, my husband gave out a low moan and I could feel his cock
began to become fully erect.
I was so happy that his cock was finally hard I leaned over and started sucking it
into my mouth. I could still see the movie as I continued sucking Jack’s hard cock. I
could tell that it was really turning him on as he kept trying to move his hips, and his
cock was as hard as a rock. I have to admit that my pussy was very wet too, as I watched
that big black dick pump in and out of the girls little white pussy. I took my mouth off
of Jack’s cock and lay next to him as I continued to stroke his hard cock.
“Do you like that sweetie?” I asked.
“Yeah, “he responded. “That’s so hot”. He reached between my legs. “You must like it
also” he said.
“Yeah” I replied. “It is hot, I must admit. I have heard how big black guys were, but
I had never seen a black guy’s dick until tonight”.
“Yeah some of them are pretty big,” Jack said. I saw a lot of black dicks in the
showers.”
I climbed on top of Jack and slid my pussy down around his hard cock and we fucked
like animals in heat. That night was the beginning of my adventure into the world of
interracial sex.
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As the days passed I bought more and more movies that had to do with interracial
sex. The first one had been an accident, the others on purpose because that always aroused
Jack. I also discovered that the nastier I talked to Jack as we watched the movies the
more he liked it.
As we lay in bed, a new movie was just coming on. In the movie this big black buck
was pumping his big black cock in and out of the middle aged white woman. In the corner
you could see a white man watching the black man fuck the white woman. I assumed it must
have been her husband. He had his smaller white dick in his hand beating off while they
fucked on the bed. I was leaning close to my husband’s ear, kissing his neck and ear. I
whispered to him.
“Look at that big black cock sliding in and out of that white pussy,” I whispered to
Jack. “She sure looks like she’s loving it. You like that don’t you, baby”.
“Gawd yes! I love it, Joy,” Jack said.
“Look, Jack, she has creamed all over his cock, see how wet and slick it is from her
cunt juices. I bet he is about to shoot his nigger cum in her tight white pussy now Look
at her husband watching. I think he is really enjoying it. Would you like that too, Jack?
Would you like to see a big black buck fucking me? Would you? Tell me, I want to know”.
“Gawd, Joy, that would be something for sure” Jack replied.
“Would you like to see some nigger slide his big black cock in my small white pussy?
Tell me…would you?” I started rubbing Jack’s cock faster.
“Yes, Joy, I would love to see some black guy stick his big black cock deep in your
cunt”.
“Oh Jack you’re so nasty,” I laughed. I thought we were still playing so I kept it
up. “Would you like seeing him run his black hands all over my creamy white body? Would
you like to see him sucking on my nipples with his big black lips”? Jack moaned when I
said that to him. I knew he could visualize what I was saying in his mind, and it was
really turning him on. “I bet you would love to see me down on my knees in front of him
sucking his big black dick, wouldn’t you?”
“Fuck, Joy, I would love all of that. Seeing him run his black hands all over your
white body. Seeing him play and suck on your white titties. Seeing your white lips sucking
on his black cock,” Jack replied, his voice husky with passion.
“I bet you would really love seeing his big black cock starting to enter my little
white pussy wouldn’t you? Seeing my white cunt lips wrap around his black cock as he slide
it deeper and deeper in me. Would you love that, Jack?” I asked. I was turning him on with
my nasty talk, but I was also turning myself on. I was so hot I was sizzling.
“Fuck yes, Joy, I would love to see him stick his black cock in you, my sweet white
wife. I probably could not even breathe while he did it. To see him pump his black cock in
and out of your white pussy and to see it covered with your hot wet cunt juices would be
so hot,” Jack said. “I would love seeing you wrap your long white legs around his black
ass, and hear you moan as he rammed his black cock in your white pussy faster and faster,”
he added in a choked voice.
“Oh yeah, Jack I would be moaning and moaning begging him to get deeper in my white
pussy. I would be pushing my pussy up to him on every thrust he made. I would be telling
him how much I loved his big nigger cock in my pussy. I would be telling him that my
married white pussy belonged to him, and to him alone. I would whisper in his ear, “more
black cock more big black cock”. Suddenly I knew we were not playing any longer.
“Jack,” I said. “The thought of feeling a big black cock in me , and looking down
seeing it slide in and out of my white pussy is making me hot. Are we just fooling
around? I mean I’d sure like to have some black cock. Would it kill you to see me fuck a
nigger? I mean would it really fuck you and me up?” I was babbling, but I got it said at
last.
“No, honey,” he answered with a shaky laugh. “I’d love to see you fuck a black
dude.” I asked him again to be sure he was okay with it and he convinced me he not only
would be okay, but really wanted to see me have sex with a nigger.
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