Hi, everyone! Glad I found this forum! I wanted to share my story of my first time with a Black Man. I'm married, 41, live in Northern Virginia.
He was a somewhat older (late 40s) black gentleman that I met on craigslist. I had been curious for so long and I just couldn't stand it anymore. I needed to know what it would be like to have a black man's cock inside of me. And of all the replies to my ad, he was special. So warm and friendly, never nasty or crude. I really hit it off with him. We chatted on the phone and he never mentioned sex. He had picked up on the hints I dropped in my ad, about my need to basically play a feminine role to a strong black man. He put me at ease, and I was brave enough to set a date.
I should mention that I'm married and I had never done anything like this before, not with a male or a female. I had only had a couple of experienc es with men before and was still a "virgin," you know, back there.
I agreed to meet over a long lunch break. He met me at the Metro stop and picked me up in his Jeep and took me to his place.... On the way he showed me samples of his artwork and we chatted about everythin g but sex.. It was never mentioned .
Once we were at his place, he was so naturally in charge but at the same time very respectfu l. We sat on his couch, and then he gently slipped off my glasses and took me in his arms and kissed me like I've never been kissed before. Deep, soulful kisses that just made me melt...
He paused briefly to move me just where he wanted, then captured my lips again. Then he slowly stripped my clothes off, never releasing my lips except to take my shirt over my head.. The kisses had my head spinning. It seemed like we kissed forever, and then all of a sudden I was naked before him, clinging to him, completel y in his power. Not kissing him but being kissed by him. So amazing.
I gently helped him out of his clothes. And then, there it was. He had a thick 8-inch cock.. It was so amazing, especiall y knowing that it was hard for me. That our kissing and touching and the anticipat ion of more had made that big cock ROCK hard, just for me. God, I can still taste it..
It was big and so thick. I touched it and it throbbed in my hand. I gently touched it with my fingertip s while he kissed me some more. My eyes were closed, and my whole body was just on automatic pilot. I know some of you know this feeling. My fingertip s grazed the big bloated head of his cock, and the thick hard shaft, and his balls. I moaned into his mouth, just imagining what that cock could do to me.
He stood me up and held me close, kissing my neck, making me moan. My hand on his cock, his on my ass. He gently steered me to his bed. I felt so small and submissiv e, and I am not a small man at all. I'm six feet tall, about 220 pounds. He was bigger. Maybe 6-3. Thick and muscular. His kisses had left me feeling so completel y under his power.
He reclined on his bed and let me go down on him. I was happy to. That cock was my whole world for that sunny afternoon . I sucked him as best I could. I was, as I said, quite inexperie nced. But I worshippe d his cock. Licking and sucking. My head bobbing up and down. I could have done it forever. But then he lifted me off and pushed me down onto the bed. We never discussed what would happen on our "date." I knew if I went to his place that I would wind up going down on him. But now.. there were no words. I just looked back over my shoulder and moaned as I watched him roll a rubber down over that magnifice nt black cock.
There on his bed, he took my virginity, and I couldn't have asked for a better lover for my first time. I was amazed -- there really was no pain.. Maybe a little at first. Maybe it was because his kisses had melted me so much. I was just on fire for him. I needed that cock inside of me.
And he truly was an expert. I know for a fact that I have never EVER fucked a woman as well as that man fucked me. And then he fucked me AGAIN!!..
God! Alternati ng his pace. First slow and deliberat e. Then faster. I went from a nervous virgin, naked on his bed to his wanton fucktoy, screaming into the mattress, begging to be fucked, fucked so long and so hard and so deep. His hands on my hips. His fingers on my nipples. Pulling my hair.
The second time was much longer, naturally . He did something that was so romantic and yet so powerful. He had me face down on the bed, and he covered me with his body. While he was inside me, he gathered my hands up in his and held them. His face was right next to mine. He whispered to me.. about how good my pussy felt to him. I babbled words of love, totally out of control, totally out of my mind. I know I told him that I loved him a hundred times. He was grinding me into the mattress and I never wanted it to stop. I could feel my poor little virgin ass, stretched wide, helplessly, around that enormous cock of his.
When he was finished, he wanted me to finish, too. He reclined on the bed and held me close and encourage d me to bring myself off, and I did. He was kissing my neck and sucking my earlobe and telling me, "come on baby, come for daddy," and then just as I went over the edge he kissed me. I came so hard I saw stars and screamed into his mouth until he pushed his tongue inside and I just meekly sucked on his tongue and whimpered while my body spasmed.
Later he sent me back home on the Metro with that just-been-fucked hair and look on my face. Smelling of his sweat. On the train I had this feeling that other black men on the train KNEW what I'd just been doing. I was totally in a daze for hours and hours afterward .
I regret not seeing him again, but I was so terrified of disease (even though he did use condoms) and it was only blind dumb luck that kept me from being caught by my wife. See, she was out somewhere when I got home, so I was able to jump in the shower right away and put my clothes straight into the wash.
To this day, I wish I was his girlfriend.
He was a somewhat older (late 40s) black gentleman that I met on craigslist. I had been curious for so long and I just couldn't stand it anymore. I needed to know what it would be like to have a black man's cock inside of me. And of all the replies to my ad, he was special. So warm and friendly, never nasty or crude. I really hit it off with him. We chatted on the phone and he never mentioned sex. He had picked up on the hints I dropped in my ad, about my need to basically play a feminine role to a strong black man. He put me at ease, and I was brave enough to set a date.
I should mention that I'm married and I had never done anything like this before, not with a male or a female. I had only had a couple of experienc es with men before and was still a "virgin," you know, back there.
I agreed to meet over a long lunch break. He met me at the Metro stop and picked me up in his Jeep and took me to his place.... On the way he showed me samples of his artwork and we chatted about everythin g but sex.. It was never mentioned .
Once we were at his place, he was so naturally in charge but at the same time very respectfu l. We sat on his couch, and then he gently slipped off my glasses and took me in his arms and kissed me like I've never been kissed before. Deep, soulful kisses that just made me melt...
He paused briefly to move me just where he wanted, then captured my lips again. Then he slowly stripped my clothes off, never releasing my lips except to take my shirt over my head.. The kisses had my head spinning. It seemed like we kissed forever, and then all of a sudden I was naked before him, clinging to him, completel y in his power. Not kissing him but being kissed by him. So amazing.
I gently helped him out of his clothes. And then, there it was. He had a thick 8-inch cock.. It was so amazing, especiall y knowing that it was hard for me. That our kissing and touching and the anticipat ion of more had made that big cock ROCK hard, just for me. God, I can still taste it..
It was big and so thick. I touched it and it throbbed in my hand. I gently touched it with my fingertip s while he kissed me some more. My eyes were closed, and my whole body was just on automatic pilot. I know some of you know this feeling. My fingertip s grazed the big bloated head of his cock, and the thick hard shaft, and his balls. I moaned into his mouth, just imagining what that cock could do to me.
He stood me up and held me close, kissing my neck, making me moan. My hand on his cock, his on my ass. He gently steered me to his bed. I felt so small and submissiv e, and I am not a small man at all. I'm six feet tall, about 220 pounds. He was bigger. Maybe 6-3. Thick and muscular. His kisses had left me feeling so completel y under his power.
He reclined on his bed and let me go down on him. I was happy to. That cock was my whole world for that sunny afternoon . I sucked him as best I could. I was, as I said, quite inexperie nced. But I worshippe d his cock. Licking and sucking. My head bobbing up and down. I could have done it forever. But then he lifted me off and pushed me down onto the bed. We never discussed what would happen on our "date." I knew if I went to his place that I would wind up going down on him. But now.. there were no words. I just looked back over my shoulder and moaned as I watched him roll a rubber down over that magnifice nt black cock.
There on his bed, he took my virginity, and I couldn't have asked for a better lover for my first time. I was amazed -- there really was no pain.. Maybe a little at first. Maybe it was because his kisses had melted me so much. I was just on fire for him. I needed that cock inside of me.
And he truly was an expert. I know for a fact that I have never EVER fucked a woman as well as that man fucked me. And then he fucked me AGAIN!!..
God! Alternati ng his pace. First slow and deliberat e. Then faster. I went from a nervous virgin, naked on his bed to his wanton fucktoy, screaming into the mattress, begging to be fucked, fucked so long and so hard and so deep. His hands on my hips. His fingers on my nipples. Pulling my hair.
The second time was much longer, naturally . He did something that was so romantic and yet so powerful. He had me face down on the bed, and he covered me with his body. While he was inside me, he gathered my hands up in his and held them. His face was right next to mine. He whispered to me.. about how good my pussy felt to him. I babbled words of love, totally out of control, totally out of my mind. I know I told him that I loved him a hundred times. He was grinding me into the mattress and I never wanted it to stop. I could feel my poor little virgin ass, stretched wide, helplessly, around that enormous cock of his.
When he was finished, he wanted me to finish, too. He reclined on the bed and held me close and encourage d me to bring myself off, and I did. He was kissing my neck and sucking my earlobe and telling me, "come on baby, come for daddy," and then just as I went over the edge he kissed me. I came so hard I saw stars and screamed into his mouth until he pushed his tongue inside and I just meekly sucked on his tongue and whimpered while my body spasmed.
Later he sent me back home on the Metro with that just-been-fucked hair and look on my face. Smelling of his sweat. On the train I had this feeling that other black men on the train KNEW what I'd just been doing. I was totally in a daze for hours and hours afterward .
I regret not seeing him again, but I was so terrified of disease (even though he did use condoms) and it was only blind dumb luck that kept me from being caught by my wife. See, she was out somewhere when I got home, so I was able to jump in the shower right away and put my clothes straight into the wash.
To this day, I wish I was his girlfriend.
