I was a black man’s slut when I was young, a faithful wife to my white husband, and then a black man’s slut again after he died.
I’m 54 years old and my husband died almost a year ago. I have been the proper grieving widow after he passed. I have spent non-sexual time with friends but have not had a boyfriend. I am horny as hell and am wearing out my dildo.
I was lying in bed, naked with a nine-inch black plastic dick deep in my pussy and an interracial porn video playing on the TV at the foot of my bed. The dildo is almost three inches longer than my husband’s 5 inch cock was, and it is twice as thick. His was like a broomstick. I was faithful to him for all the years that we were married. We made love several times a week at the start. It dwindled down to once a week near the end, but it was still good. When I say, made love, that is what I mean. He was a gentle lover. I loved him very much and was more than willing to be with him the way he wanted. I never told him very much about my sex life before him, or that I wished that he would fuck me rather than making love to me. I even wished that he would fuck me, more than making love to me, or ask me to get into swinging with him, but it never happened.
I was a pretty wild young slut before him. I let the thirty-year-old man next door be the one to pop my cherry. I wanted to rebel, to resist the excepted norms. What could be more unacceptable than to let an older black man be the first one to bury his cock in my just barely fourteen-year-old white pussy? I started flirting with him and before long, I was on his bed getting pounded into it, and bleeding all over his cock. I screamed from the pain of first penetration, but it was not long before I was pushing back at his thrusting member. He wasn’t huge, but he was old and he was black. That was exactly what I wanted, to show that I was a bad girl. He filled me to overflowing with his cream. I had not even considered that he might impregnate me. Fortunately he did not. I let him fuck me anytime he wanted, and he wanted it a lot. So did I. I had the school nurse get the pill for me. It was school policy that they would help any girl that wanted them, without telling her parents. I had to keep them where Mom or Dad couldn’t find them.
The first time may have been painful but after that, it was heaven. I had my first orgasm the third time he fucked me. For the next month I had frequent sex with him. Then I decided that I wanted other guys also, and wanted to feel what it would be like to have a really big cock fucking me. My turn on was not just having a big cock, but also how wrong it was to be having sex with black men. I started looking for more black cocks.
The next guy I had sex with was a white boy from school. He was two grades above me and I was attracted by the big bulge in his pants. A time happened when I saw him when no-one else was around. I boldly walked up to him and grabbed him between the legs, “Are you as big as that bulge makes you look?” His reply was that he had never had a complaint. He did not even know who I was because I was an underclassman. He took me out in the wooded area near the school. His thick seven plus inches felt really good physically, but I found myself wishing that he was black. After that I started dating only black guys and men. It was hard keeping it from my mother and father. They would have had a fit. They were both pretty racist, even though we lived in a lower middle-class neighborhood that was more than half black. I was a black man’s slut. I never kept count, but I was fucked by and sucked off far more than my share of black cock. I even had three at once, one time. Black and while cocks may feel the same, but there is something about being fucked by black men that really mentally turns me on, and I love how sexually dominate most black men are. They are in charge and they take what they want.
I got good enough grades to get in college. That was where I meant Craig. He was assigned as my lab partner in chem class. He was nice and he was funny. We hit it off and started dating. It was a month before he even mentioned sex. He asked me to marry him before we had even had sex. For some reason I really liked him and then realized that I loved him. We did have sex before the wedding. His six inches and gentle style was not exciting, but I loved him. We married and I was faithful till he passed. I still had thoughts of big black cocks pounding me till the bed moved but never acted on those thoughts.
I decided that after a year alone, I was ready. I was going to do it. I was going to start dating again, and it was going to be with big, hung black men who were aggressive in bed. My body was still in pretty good shape for someone my age. I was small with medium sized tits that did not hang down like they wanted to reach the floor. I found an outfit that was sexy without being too slutty.
One night I walked into a local bar that was frequented mostly by local black guys. A lot of eyes were in me as I walked to the bar. I started to order and the bar tender said that three men had already said to give me whatever I wanted, so my first three drinks were going to be free. The bartender pointed out the three men. I ordered the first one and waved to the guys and mouthed the words, Thank you.
For the next hour, I danced with several men and all of them suggested that we go somewhere more private. Then one guy who had caught my eye asked me to dance. He was wearing a white dress shirt and a pair of tight-fitting pants that showed a lot of promise. He was tall and attractive. His skin was the color of the finest milk chocolate. While we were dancing, in a silly sounding voice, I asked him if he had a rolled-up pair of socks in his pants. “Honey, that is all me. Come with me and I’ll prove it to you.”
He took me by the wrist and led me down the hallway, to the toilets. We entered the men’s room. We entered the handicapped stall because it was the biggest. He pushed on my shoulder, and I dropped to my knees in front of him. His pants fell to the floor. He was not wearing underwear. I gasped when his half hard dick sprung out. I could tell that when it got fully hard, it was going to be a good nine inches. Even when I was young, I had never had a bigger one. My cunt tingled and started to get wet.
I held his shaft in both hands and the big mushroom head still stuck out. I leaned forward and licked a big drop of pre-cum off of it. I removed one hand and slid my mouth down to my other hand. My hand and my mouth moved up and down on his erection, in unison. The soft outer skin slid up and down over the hard inner shaft. Just then the door opened. We had not locked it. “Hi Darrel, I saw you bringing her down here, and then her knew on the floor, under the stall walls. Thanks for leaving the stall unlocked.” “Hi Randy, this old slut is a great cock sucker. I haven’t tried her cunt yet. Why don’t you fuck her and tell me how good her cunt is.”
Darrel sat on the toilet. Randy lifted me till I was standing. Darrel held my head, so I was still bent over with his cock at my face. “Get back to sucking my cock.” I opened my mouth and he pulled my head down. At the same time, I felt Randy’s cock touch me between my ass cheeks. He found my wet fuck hole and pushed in. I was bent over at the waist, hanging on to the edges of a toilet seat with a black cock in my mouth and another black cock in my cunt from the back. My mind was yelling at me, “Why in hell were you loyal to your husband for all of those years? This is what you love. This is what you need.”
Darrel came first. I quickly swallowed his offering. He held my head down and told me to keep sucking on it. I was the next one to come. Randy’s cock gave me the best orgasm I’d had in very many years. My legs got weak and I thought I was going to collapse. I felt his cum flooding my pussy and start to run down my legs. He wiped his slimy cock off on my ass and then backed away. Amazingly, Darrel was already getting hard again. He grabbed me by the head and started slamming my face up and down on his dick. I gagged but he didn’t care. My mouth was for his pleasure. I did not matter to him. He came again. We left the men’s room. I was worn out and went home.
Now I am frequently dating again, like I did before I married. I am with guys that have average dicks and guys who have baseball bats between their legs. They all only have one thing in common. They are all black. I am truly a black man’s slut like I should have been all of my life, and life is wonderful. I have made an appointment to go and get a queen of spades tattoo.
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