We were seated near the back of the lounge and after the first cocktail we began
to relax. Our server was a young black man who smiled at us a lot. I wanted to tell him
Faye was a lousy tipper, but he would soon figure that out for himself.
“Nice looking man, isn’t he?” Faye said watching him walk away. I said he did
seem to be. “Do you remember the first time you fucked a black man?” I was so shocked at
her question I couldn’t speak. Not that it bothered Faye. “Shit, you never forget the
first black cock, do you? I remember my first one as if it were yesterday.” Faye was on a
roll and since I was speechless I let her go on.
“My first hubby and I hadn’t been married very long. Don had just made partner
and we moved out to Bentwood. Good ol’ Don was a stud, but about a month after we moved
out of the city he and a friend went horseback riding and the silly fool got thrown off.
Sprained a groin muscle and he couldn’t ride me for a couple of months. At least that’s
what he told me.”
“I was young and always horny back then,” she said. “Now I’m older and still
always horny,” she added with a chuckle. “Anyway after a week of no sex I was going out of
my mind. I had a plastic dick with batteries and it helped some, but not enough. A fucking
dildo can only take you so far.”
“Like everybody else in Bentwood we had a lawn service. Our service was a family
of black men. There were three of them. The oldest, a grandfather was about fifty or so,
his son was about thirty and the youngest was eighteen or nineteen. I could be off a few
years on their ages. They were masters of mowing a lawn. One would use the riding mower,
another would use a small push mower, and the third would use the weed eater and do the
trim work.”
“Usually it was the old man who did the trimming and he was always there after
the other two had moved on down the street. One day I was sunbathing on the back patio
while they were there. The first one on the riding machine came around and I gave him a
pretty good look at me in my little bikini. The second one came around and he got a pretty
good look, too. By the time the old guy worked his way around the house I had made myself
hot and I decided to really tease him.”
“I took the top off and lay on my stomach. I couldn’t see him, but I could tell
by the racket the weed-whacker made when he got close so I rolled over and showed him my
tits. I had my eyes closed, but it sure seemed like he trimmed around the patio longer
than necessary. Suddenly the trimmer shut off.”
“You want to be careful,” he said from very close by. “You sure don’t want to
burn them pretty boobies in this hot sun.” I rose up and saw that he was standing only a
few feet away from me. His eyes were glued to my tits. “You got some oil or something to
put on them?”
“Yes, I do,” I said in a sudden burst of courage. “Do you want to help me?” He
went to the outside faucet, washed his hands, and returned to where I was laying. I handed
him the tube of sunscreen and he squeezed some out onto his big hand. If I live to be a
hundred I’ll never forget how his hard, callused hands felt on my body. I was always
horny, but he had me sizzling in just a few moments. When his hands finally got to my
breasts I was jumping and twitching like crazy. It was all I could go to keep from having
an orgasm right then. When he rolled my nipples around between his thumbs and forefingers
I lost it. I climaxed, but he kept right on rubbing me. When his finger got to the edge
of the bikini bottoms I raised my butt up and let him push them down.”
“I was thrashing around like mad by the time his fingers got to my clitoris. I
came several times and I had a massive orgasm when he put a big ol’ finger in my pussy. I
always heard that black men didn’t do oral sex. I found out from him that it was a bunch
of shit. That old man ate me to two crashing orgasms and I knew right then there was
nothing on earth that could stop me from fucking that old guy.”
“I nearly ripped his pants down and I almost came again when I got my first look
at his meat. He had a huge cock. Bigger than any dick I had ever seen before. Long and fat
and it was as hard as a rock. I wanted to suck it, but my need to fuck it was too great.
Man, that old guy could fuck. He did me for nearly fifteen minutes before he dumped a load
of cum in me. I thought he would stop, but he didn’t. He just kept fucking me and I was
having one major climax right after another.”
“He left after fucking me for nearly half an hour. I must have come a hundred
times. I must have passed out for a few moments and when I opened my eyes he had his pants
on and his trimmer and was leaving.”
“See you in two weeks,” he said with a wave of his hand.
“No! Next week,” I yelled at him. He laughed and said okay as he went out the
gate. I was one well-fucked gal. That afternoon after I managed to wash a pint of cum out
of me I went out and bought a bigger fancier lounge chair. One with a nice soft pad
instead of the plastic webbing. I had marks on my ass for several days after Boomer left.
That was his name. Boomer Howell. His son was named Ron and the grandson was just called
Boy.” Faye finished her drink and signaled for another one. Faye looked at me and smiled.
“You look flushed, Megan. Do you feel all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” I assured her. “Was that an only time?” I asked her.
“Oh hell no!” she said laughing. “Boomer was back the next week and he fucked me
again. Better this time because of the new lounge and we didn’t waste any time on
sunscreen and fooling around. The following week he let his son, Ron, do the trimming and
Ron fucked me. Over the next few weeks Boomer and Ron took turns. Then the grandson
figured it out and he wanted some. They were a sharing family. All of them were a great
fuck, but the old man was the best. We had the best-looking lawn in the neighborhood. When
fall came you couldn’t find a single leaf in our yard. We also had the cleanest drive and
sidewalk when the snow fell. Sometimes they were there waiting on the first snowflake to
fall.”
“Didn’t your husband ever figure out you were…getting some on the side?” I asked
her. In all the years I knew Faye, we had never talked about sex so this was something
brand new.
“I guess he knew I stopped bugging him about sex. That was about the time I found
out he had a slut in the city he was doing. The fact that I was not after him for sex just
left more for the city bitch. Now that’s something I’ve never figured out. Don had a
perfectly good slut at home so why did he take a chance on his reputation by sneaking
around after another slut. I mean, I knew he was a whore-hopper. Hell, I got him away from
his wife by letting him in my pants so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised.”
“Anyway, he had his whore in town and I had the whole damned Howell family so I
didn’t complain. We both had what we wanted. I had three great black cocks and…I don’t
know exactly what he had, but it must have been good. Because he asked me for a divorce
the next spring. I was ready for it and I told him to contact my attorney. We parted ways
on mostly friendly terms. I got half of everything he had and a lot of what he was going
to get so I was happy. More than happy, really. After Don moved out I could let the
Howell boys in the front door at night. I kept them supplied with white pussy and they
kept me well supplied with black cock.”
“I hated to leave Bentwood, but the house was too big and I couldn’t afford to
keep it. The market was right so I sold and moved back to the city. What I really hated to
leave was Boomer, Ron, and Boy, who, by the way, wasn’t a boy by any stretch of the
imagination. Boy had a nice cock and he knew how to use it. It’s sure easy to get used to
some regular fucking by black men. Are you sure you’re okay? You’re sweating, Megan.”
Moisture on my face wasn’t the only place I was wet. Her titillating story had
aroused me and there was no denying it. It was the first time since Paul got sick. That
raunchy tale had me wet as I could be. I excused myself and went to the ladies room to
blot my pussy dry and splash some cold water on my face. When I returned Faye was chatting
with the server. He had brought fresh drinks.
“So tell me about your first time with a black man,” Faye said when the server
left.
“Faye, I can’t,” I said.
“So that’s the way you’re going to be,” she said. “I tell all and you tell me
nothing.”
“No, I can’t tell you because there was no first time. Not with a black man,” I
said.
“Are you serious?” she asked. “Never?” I shook my head. “You poor thing,” she
said.
“So you divorced your husband and moved back to the city,” I prompted. I have no
idea why I wanted to hear more of her outrageous story. “No more black mowers.”
“No, no more mowers, but the woods are full of black studs,” she said. “I had
discovered something about myself. I like fucking black men. I bought a condo with the
money I got out of the house in Bentwood. I wasn’t there a full day when I discovered to
my surprise and delight the doorman was an older black man who actually looked a little
like Boomer. His name was Hank. Hank was kind enough to carry some things up to my
apartment for me and I rewarded him with a glass of ice tea. Hank was very correct and
very formal and he left after thanking me for the tea. I made sure to touch him on the arm
several times before he left. Hank was no dummy and I’m sure he saw an opportunity there.
It took a few days before I actually fucked Hank.”
“That condo was over on Carlyle Avenue. There were twenty units in the building
and they kept Hank busy most of the day. I quickly realized that I needed to get Hank to
my apartment after he was relieved by the night doorman. It took me a total of four days
to finally fuck the man. I asked Hank to come up after he got off to help me with some
things. There was some loose drawer knobs in the kitchen so I told him to bring a
screwdriver. He arrived on time after he took off that hideous coat he was required to
wear. He was wearing what he called civilian clothes. A pair of dark pants and a white
short-sleeve shirt. He smelled of bay rum and that peculiar musk that I had come to love.
I started getting wet the moment I opened the door. I showed him where the loose knobs
were and hurried to change clothes. I quickly took off everything and put on a housecoat
that tied in the front.”
“In my brief conversations with him I learned his wife was dead and he didn’t
have any children so I knew there wasn’t any reason for him to rush home.”
“Got ‘em all tight, Miss,” he said when I got to the kitchen. “What else you got
that needs to be tightened up?”
“I’ve been told I’m kind of loose,” I said smiling at him. “Maybe you should
tighten me up.” He started at me with a serious expression on his wrinkled face.
“You need to understand I need my job so I don’t want any confusion,” he said,
not cracking a smile. For a few moments I didn’t understand what he was talking about.
Then it dawned on me.
“I understand, Hank,” I said. “I really don’t care if the knobs are loose or not.
I wanted to get to know you better. I have a thing for black gentlemen.” He looked at me a
slight smile forming. “I like black cock. Is that plain enough for you?”
“Yeah, and I guess I won’t need a screwdriver to tighten you up. You got anything
on under that thing?” I untied the belt and opened the housecoat wide open. His eyes
romanced over my nearly naked body. “Mighty fine lookin’ woman,” he said licking his lips.
“I sure like big fat white titties and you sure got a nice pair.”
He came to me and took both breasts in his black hands then lowered his head and
took one nipple in his mouth and bit me. Not hard enough to actually hurt, but hard enough
to bring me to my tiptoes. I took his head, loving the feel of his kinky hair, and moved
him to my other nipple. He obliged me and bit that one also. One hand went to my wet pussy
and he mauled it. He handled me roughly and I loved it. I was trembling and hot.”
“Let’s get this show to a bed,” he said his voice low and husky. I led him to the
bedroom and when we were there I took his belt loose and pulled his pants down. He wasn’t
wearing underwear and his cock was standing straight out. Not as big as Boomer’s, but
still plenty nice enough.”
“What Hank lacked in cock size he more than made up for with stamina. The man was
literally a fucking machine. I had discovered myself a black bull. He had me climaxing
within minutes and I didn’t stop for a full hour of continuous fucking. It was a damned
good thing I was on birth control, because he dumped a gallon of cum in me.”
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