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  As the pleasure Lyle’s cock was giving me intensified, I sucked Greg’s pole more avidly, pausing to lick his balls again while I stroked his cock. I could tell he was close to coming. Again I licked from his balls to his asshole, and then impulsively ran my tongue around the rim of his anus. He immediately gave a loud bellow and shot a huge load of come onto my body, from my navel to my tits. It looked like I had spilled yogurt.

  Lyle continued to fuck me, but after a minute he pulled out and lay back on the floor, his twelve inches standing up like a flagpole. I proceeded to straddle him and lower myself onto his cock. Slowly, slowly I sank down until my flexible pussy had again swallowed all of him. It felt like his dick was reaching into my stomach. Then I began to hump up and down. I could see that Walt, Victor and Greg were hard again as they watched the show.

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  Now Lyle pulled me down to him, holding me against his hard body as I continued to fuck him. At that point I felt hands rubbing over my back, legs and ass. Then I felt something cool on my asshole. Walt had placed some lubricant there, and now he was rubbing it into my ass. The feeling caused my pussy to tighten on Lyle’s cock. But I soon relaxed, and as I did I felt Walt’s finger sliding into my ass. It felt strangely exciting. Then a second finger worked its way in, and began to move in and out as Lyle continued to fuck me, humping himself up and down. He brought my face down to his and kissed me long and hard as Walt pulled his fingers out and placed his cock at my asshole. He pushed a little, and I raised my head from Lyle and gasped with pleasure as I swallowed his cockhead up my ass. When he pushed again I pushed back, taking over half of his cock inside me. The feeling was incredible. I groaned as Lyle and Walt began fucking me with alternating strokes. I had never felt anything so physically arousing or so erotic.

  Even though Walt had come in my mouth not long before, he shot his load in my ass within a minute or two. As he pulled out he left a little vacuum, which was quickly filled by Greg, who slipped his cock into my ass with relative ease, since the way had been prepared by his friend. Now he and Lyle pumped in unison, bringing loud moans and squeals of joy from my gasping throat.

  Then Victor decided to go for the hat trick. He knelt in front of me and pressed his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and took it deep, and now I was being fucked from all conceivable angles.

  Soon I felt Lyle increasing the power and speed of his thrusts. At the same time Greg seemed to be close to coming as he rammed me harder and deeper. It was all I could do to keep Victor in my mouth as I was buffeted joyously from two different directions. I was getting hotter and hotter. My cunt was spewing and I was moaning and groaning uncontrollably around Victor’s cock. Then I felt Greg stiffen and push all the way into me, and his warm come gushed into my ass. As he pulled his softening cock out of my asshole, Victor began to thrust more rapidly into my mouth, and a moment later he dumped another load of come down my throat. As I finished swallowing it I began to buck wildly on top of Lyle, and we both erupted at the same time.

  We all collapsed on the floor. I lay there panting hard and feeling utterly wonderful as the guys’ come slid out of my pussy and asshole.

  After a minute Walt looked at his watch. “Hey, guys,” he said. “The contract was for an hour, and we’ve gone for over two. I figure we owe Christine five hundred bucks for the extra hour, right?” Everyone good-naturedly agreed to this, and they each came up with their share. I wasn’t about to argue with them, even though at that moment I felt like I should pay them for the pleasure they had given me.

  The guys then got dressed and left, and I cleaned up and slipped the black lingerie back on to wait for Sam. When he arrived I gave him the five hundred dollars. When he asked what it was for, I just smiled and said, “I got you part of your losses back. I told you I was your good-luck piece!”—C.B., Taos, New Mexico

  SHE CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF STRONG BLACK MEN,

  AND HER HUSBAND LOVES IT

  My husband Roger has always enjoyed and abetted my penchant for strong black studs. Even before we were married I must have slept with dozens of them, singly and in groups, with Roger either looking on or jerking off while I told him about it afterward.

  I am about five feet nine, with strawberry-blonde hair, slim, but with fairly heavy breasts and a wide mouth that I love to wrap around a big black cock.

  It started one night when Roger and I met four black studs at a party. I found myself flirting with them during the evening, and I felt myself getting progressively creamier between my legs, fantasizing about the nasty games we might play if we went home together. Well, we left the party with them and went back to the apartment two of them shared. I was dancing in the middle of the group with only my pumps and garter belt still on my body, pressing up against them with a fat black cock in either hand, when I realized that Roger had left. At first I felt rather abandoned, but then I realized that Roger was just giving me the space to go wild, and I knew he would want to hear all about my adventures when I got home.

  Those four guys did everything to me, and their technique was sensational. For the first time I found myself in a real sexual frenzy, screaming out with delight and begging them to fuck me harder.

  As I later told Roger, when I woke up the next morning with my four young black studs curled up around me, I knew something had changed inside me. I was truly hooked on black power, and all I wanted to do was stay there for the rest of the day and fuck my brains out. I phoned Roger, and he said it was fine with him as long as I told him all about it later. Which I did.

  At some point during the day, the guys decided that I needed even more than they could give me, and that’s when the calls started going out to their friends. By the end of the evening I was being passed among fourteen wonderful young black males, dancing, sucking and fucking my brains out. I loved it more than I would have thought possible. When they finally dropped me back home, I literally reeked of come. Roger was so excited that he didn’t even want me to take a shower before he fucked my come-filled pussy while I related some of the details of my wild experience. After that we were both hooked.

  About nine months after our wedding, Roger and I were enjoying a romantic dinner in one of our favorite bistros. Sitting across from us, dining alone, was a tall, athletic-looking black Adonis. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and my pussy became very wet as I pointed him out to Roger and described what I’d like to do with him. I was convinced he hadn’t even noticed me, but just after we completed our main course he got up to leave, and as he passed our table he suddenly bent down and whispered to me, “We have to fuck.” Before he could move on, I invited him to have coffee with us. He accepted, and told us his name was Kyle. We both knew we had to have each other, and Roger knew it too. He was as pleased as I was when Kyle accepted my suggestion that he come home with us for dessert.

  Roger drove while Kyle and I made out in the back seat, and when we got home Kyle simply swept me up into his arms and carried me to our bed, leaving Roger to look after himself for the rest of the evening. Roger could only listen and jerk off to the sounds of our passion. As for me, all I can remember is gorging myself on Kyle’s beautiful thick black cock as he drove its full ten inches repeatedly into every opening I had all night long.

  The next morning, as Roger brought us our coffee, I gave Kyle a long, deep soulful kiss and introduced my husband to the new sun at the center of my sexual universe. Things were never going to be the same again.

  For the next couple of months, Kyle flattered me with the most outrageously romantic treatment. There were flowers, gifts of perfume and underwear, and romantic dinners, with and without Roger. Roger was often around as Kyle made love to me, sometimes joining in, but often just watching and masturbating furiously at the sight of our intense passion. Kyle usually asked him to leave us alone before we finished. During these sessions, Kyle delighted in asking me if I would do anything he wanted. Would I allow him to use my body any way he desired? Would I let him lend me to his friends? Would I be his w
hore, even? My answer to all these questions was yes! Yes! Yes! Of course I would do those things if that was what he wanted. Especially since I assumed his friends were likely to be black.

  Kyle had realized very quickly that I responded erotically to the idea of a powerful black male directing my sex life; and also that Roger loved watching his adorable young wife being seduced into wilder and wilder games by her lover. I was really impressed by how quickly he understood our needs and allowed us to worship him for fulfilling them. It’s quite a wild sensation, looking deep into your husband’s eyes as your lips kiss the bulbous head of your lover’s pleasure machine. Of course, Roger realizes that Kyle is now my lover and my number-one cock, and I don’t think he would have it any other way.

  Because of his business connections, Kyle has a large network of colleagues and acquaintances all over North America, and he frequently invites Roger and myself along on a trip, sometimes for a couple of nights, and once or twice for an entire week. One of my real turn-ons is when Kyle gives me away to a group of his friends or clients in the black business community. Sometimes he comes along for the fun, but often he will leave me alone to entertain his friends with my body. On a few occasions he has had Roger accompany me, and Roger loves it when my lovers describe in graphic detail what they are going to have me do for them. Then, while they are driving me wild, he loves to agree with them when they call his loving wife a sex-crazed bitch, a white slut, or a whore who can only be satisfied by their brand of black magic. One of our favorite ways to end this kind of evening is with Roger on his back on the floor, me standing with my leather pump positioned over his open mouth, and my circle of studs masturbating furiously over my shoe so that their cream drips in little streams down into his mouth.

  Some of Kyle’s friends have connections to the sports world, which means that I have met and fucked quite a few really big black athletes, including some names your readers would know. Their big hands, big cocks and long tongues make me go right over the top. I just love basketball players, and it was one of them, I’ll call him Milton, who was responsible for developing my appetite for black cock to a whole new level. Milton has one of the thickest cocks I’ve ever encountered. It’s an effort to cram it into any of my openings, but once it’s in—wow! I keep telling him that I’m amazed he can run the court with that piece of hardware between his legs!

  I had just spent my first evening with Milton and five of his well-endowed friends, and they were sitting back and drinking champagne while I continued to nuzzle his cock, when Milton told me that he wanted to get together again with me for a real party. He explained that apart from basketball, his other big love was making out with married white women—three or four a day if possible. “All of them tell me that their husbands have never been able to bring them even halfway to what they feel with me,” he told me, and I could certainly relate to that.

  We talked a little more, and I explained my love for Roger, and how he and Kyle had combined to satisfy my craving for black cock during the last few years. After I had finished, Milton lifted me up and sat me down facing him, impaled once again on that magnificent black pole. Looking me deep in the eyes, he made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse. “Bring Roger and Kyle and come and visit me at my place in New York every two or three months,” he said. “You won’t be the only married woman there, but I promise you there will be an inexhaustible supply of your favorite brand of meat. I think that from now on you should aim to fuck every good-looking brother of mine that you meet.”

  Of course, Kyle and Roger readily agreed to the proposal. We have now made two visits to Milton’s palatial home, and he has certainly kept his word—on the weekend of my last visit I think I was fucked by seventy or eighty guys, forty of them in one glorious, spectacular Saturday night gang bang. At times like that I just love to run my fingers over my body through the warm, sticky streams of come pooling between my breasts or on my tummy, and then lick my fingers while looking the next stud deep in the eyes, challenging him to do better than the last guy.

  Right from our first visit, Milton has delighted in videotaping my adventures, so that he can share them with some of his friends. As a result, I have received a number of invitations to entertain at special orgy weekends which they have organized. Kyle has also distributed a number of copies among his clients and business associates, and of course Roger loves to watch them when I’m away with Kyle. My exhibitionistic streak comes out when I’m being videotaped, and I tend to get very vocal, praising their my lovers’ black cocks, begging to be fucked harder, telling them that I’m their sex slave, their whore, their slut, that I’ll do anything they ask, and anything else that comes to mind, which I know will blow Roger’s mind as he watches. So now I can truly say that I’m well on my way to being an amateur porn star.

  After we met Milton, Kyle suggested that I start working out more frequently, in order to be as desirable as possible to these black athletes. Of course we chose a health club with a large black clientele, so I have now acquired a number of new lovers, as well as quite a reputation as the club’s resident slut.

  Roger gets very excited when a couple of my lovers stay overnight with me, and he has to sleep alone in the room next door. Just before we married, we built ourselves a very comfortable house in a secluded area outside of town, and in it we designed our very own bedroom and play area, which only selected guests share with us. We have a large bedroom with king-size bed and fireplace, a Jacuzzi, a separate closet for all our special clothes and toys, and a large playroom, complete with a huge video unit, black leather furniture and a small sleeping area for Roger. The first thing you see on the wall as you walk in is a large blown-up picture of me, with a huge smile on my face, holding a big black cock in either hand.

  I love spending the night sandwiched between a couple of hard, muscular black bodies. Frequently, Roger will be sent off to his room, even before all my guests have left. He will lie there listening to the sounds of our fucking, my mewling and moans, imagining what my lovers and I are up to. He loves to masturbate while doing this, and as a special treat I will occasionally visit him before we settle down. I’ll give him a long, deep snowball kiss, sharing my lovers’ come with him. Sometimes I’ll suck him off, and then give him another passionate good-night kiss, so he can swallow his own come. After that he can only listen as I engage in further nocturnal couplings with one or both of my lovers. In the morning, Roger will bring us coffee, then watch and jerk off as we enjoy a lazy early-morning romp.

  None of this would be possible if it were not for the fact that Roger is truly loving, and doesn’t know the meaning of the word jealousy. He simply wants me to have the best of everything in all aspects of my life, and that includes sex. He is one of the most tender and caring people I know, and he has the most open attitude toward sex of anyone I’ve ever met. It also wouldn’t be possible if Kyle didn’t respect the special relationship between Roger and me, even while he recognizes that he is the one I will always belong to sexually.

  So here we are, Roger and I, still very much in love. I consider myself very lucky to have him. There are very few husbands who would have the self-confidence to let their wives fully explore their sexuality in the arms of a powerful black lover, stroking his ebony skin, moaning and twisting in passion around his relentlessly pistoning cock…

  Excuse me, I have to go find Kyle now.—L.F., Detroit, Michigan

  IT WAS WILD, HOT, ALL SEX. BUT WHAT’S UP WITH THOSE FOLKS JUST WATCHING PORN FLICKS?

  A couple of weeks before Valentine’s Day my wife and I received a phone message from people named “Hank and Meryl” (no other identification) inviting us to a “Valentine’s lifestyle party for couples” at their home. The message said to call to confirm and get directions, so I phoned, and got Hank.

  Yes, he and Meryl were having a party. No, neither of them had ever heard of Grace or me. And yes, we were still invited. Hank said something about a ten-dollar entrance fee plus everyone was supposed to bring something
to eat. I had no idea if Grace would ever agree to go, but I put it on our activity calendar.

  A week before the party, we received another phone message. Everyone was being asked to call again to confirm. This time when I returned the call, speaking to Meryl this time, in addition to confirming the previous information, I asked about interracial couples, explaining that my wife is black. Meryl said there would be other mixed couples, and race would not be a problem at their house.

  I still didn’t think we would be attending, so I didn’t think much about it until the day before, a Friday. Grace called me at work and said one of the local department stores was having a huge sale on Saturday, and if I bought her a new outfit or two, she would “probably” go to my Valentine’s party with me. Needless to say, I treated her to a shopping spree that afternoon, and she committed to going.

  The party was supposed to start at seven, but I guess neither of us was eager to arrive early, so we took our time getting ready. Grace wore the gray suit she had just bought, with a half-cup bra and hot black pantyhose and no panties. I wore a tan sweater and tan pants with black boxers. We finally left the house at ten, and arrived about twenty minutes later.

  When we got there, all we could see was seven cars in the area. The front door was open, but the screen door was closed. You could see in, but we couldn’t hear anything. We looked inside and saw four people fully clothed on the couch watching television. We knocked on the door, and a young Hispanic male opened the door and introduced himself as Terry.

  As we introduced ourselves, I glanced at the TV and saw a porno flick was playing. Even though everyone was fully dressed, that gave me a good idea that we were in the right place.