Brown Sugar Ravaging Ch. 01
As much as I love going to bed with black guys, I also liked a few women, both white and black. One of them, Sherri, and I met when she was eighteen and I was dating her mother. She and I hit it off immediately, as she tested her flirting technique on me. I had told her mother about it, and assured her that I wouldn't let it get out of hand.
One of the black guys that I was being fucked by had told me that he wanted to be the one to help her explore her curiosities, that she could try the black experience without the risk of the street thugs, wannabe pimps and other trash. Marcus was strong, assertive, but one hell of a straight up guy.
She said: "Eddie, I have missed your arms around me. I wish that we had been going together long ago. You won't believe how many fantasies I have lived with you. I am so going to pull you into bed with me when I get to your place."
We said our goodbyes, and then I called Marcus to tell him that Sherri would be in town in a couple of weeks. He said that he would make a lot of time available for her.
Once in the house, we gave kisses to each other, part passion, part genuine missing the other. She said that after the day of driving, she really needed to take a shower. I offered to shower with her, or to let her have her privacy if she wanted that. She opted to try to shower with me, hoping that we could save the best of our moves for bed time.
She poked me in the belly and replied: "Eddie, I have wondered how your tone would be, being older than me. You are in good shape, not all flabby like I had thought old guys would be. And, look at you, that thing is getting hard.
Asking her about the trip, she answered: "It was pretty good actually, I came through both Birmingham and Montgomery, nice, not being in their rush hour traffic. There was one black guy in an Escalade with big rims, that was trying to hit on me. He was a little thuggish acting, like he wanted to tell me what to do. I knew that I was heading for better."
She replied: "I love the closeness, even that I am under, sort of pinned down, but mostly, I love being able to feel someone getting off and then the feeling of cumming when I can't help myself, knowing that my lover did this to me, for me. Which do you like most, Eddie? Women or men?"
She said: "I want to watch you get it from this Marcus guy. I want to see how he fucks, but also want to see how you take it. I have been so curious, and now it can all happen. Thank you for sharing with me. I want to see that tattoo that you were telling me about. That Mandingo mark that you said they put on you. Show it to me."
Fascinated by it, she touched it and said: "What if a white guy with a big cock wanted to give it to you, would you stop him?"
She said: "I noticed that while watching porn, that black guys fuck a lot longer than white guys. I would like something that would last longer than a minute or two. And you said that your first black guy fucked you for hours, cumming several times? Was he able to get hard again quickly, or did he stay hard?"
She surprised me when she said: "I have been thinking. I haven't been fucked in over 6 months, and have been avoiding it, wanting to feel the black cock pleasures that you have been getting. Maybe I won't let you fuck my pussy. Maybe I will save it for Marcus, and only give you my ass."
She said: "You are getting pleasure from having big cocks in your ass. In time I want to do that too, but I want you to show me how to do it right. I had a dick in me once, but it hurt because I didn't want it. Will you show me now to take it, and then maybe later, Marcus would do that with me, to show me what it is like."
Once in my bathroom, I showed her where I keep the Douche bottles, the hand towels, and the additional tubes of lube. I told her to clean herself out and to call me when she was done and we could go to bed.
She asked: "Do you have a ruler at your desk? I want to measure something."
Sherri took it from me and put it on top of my cock, measuring from my pelvis to the tip, and showing me that I was seven and a half inches long.
I smiled, saying: "Sherri, Marcus puts his meat to you nice. He will give you what you can take, and then as you let him, he will push more into you. When I fuck you the first time, I won't put it in. I will put it next to your hole and you will push yourself onto it. That way, you can see what you can take, and that you have the control. Once I am in and we are well lubed, then I will get what I want from your ass. Kiss me you pretty thing."
Shortly after we had met, Sherri's mom was hit by a drunk truck driver and killed. Sherri and I had gotten much closer after her mom's death, but we still kept it platonic, but yet conversed in sexy ways with each other. Sherri brought her "daddy" questions to me, and we found that we could talk about intimate things quite easily. With Sherri living in Nashville, and me in North Florida, our togetherness was limited to phone calls and e-mails. I loved hearing her voice, and she claimed to enjoy talking with me. We had agreed that we would like to get into bed with each other, but had not done so yet, and she knew that I had become a real black cock lover. She knew that I wasn't actually "gay", but just wanted to experience all the sex that I could.
Sherri called me to let me know that she had her final dates set for when she would be on vacation, and that she could spend a week with me, beginning on the 16th of next month. I was elated, telling her that I wanted her here as soon as possible, that I had so much to talk to her about, and so wanted to hold her close again.
I replied: "Sherri, baby, I want you too. We have talked, described our feelings, teased each other terribly, and now I is time to see it all come true."
Sherri and I talked several times but finally, she was in my driveway, grabbing her bags and headed for my door. It had been a few years since I had seen her, but by staying in contact, our relationship was fresh. Our desires, while not acted on yet, were known to each other, and we had prepared an informal list of just what we wanted to try while we were together, knowing that it would help shape our lives in the future.
As I got into the hot shower with her, I said: "Baby, I have dreamed of a scene like this. The vision of it has given me more than one night of pleasure. You are as beautiful as I have imagined you to be."
As I got us rinsed off, I told Sherri that as horny as I was, I wanted to wait until later, when we could go to bed and be more comfortable. She agreed, and handed me a towel as I got out of the stall. It was taking all my will power to keep from tossing her on the bed and just fucking to get the first one out of the way. Instead we went to the living room and sat on the sofa, and taking a toke of weed.
I smiled and said: "For sure. Tell me Sherri, what is it that you like most about just plain fucking? Some say the like it because it can make someone love them, or make them more popular, some only want sex that is pure love making. Myself, I like it all, but most enjoy a good clinical fuck, with no heart emotions attached. Some say that is cold, but I see it as just enjoying the physical side of life as well as the emotional."
I said: "Honestly? I can't compare women to men, just as I can't really compare one woman to another or one guy to another. Each are good in their own way. But I have to say that the orgasms that I feel with a man are much more intense than those with a woman. And I have had some great orgasms with women."
I got off the sofa, removed my bath towel an showed her the mark on my ass cheek, next to my hole.
I smiled and told her: "Baby, I am not gay, not at all, and even though I like big cocks, I want them to be on a black man. No white man could fuck me like I want to be fucked, He just couldn't do it right. When I take a lady to bed, I want her to be feminine, sweet, but when I get in bed with a man, it is my turn to be feminine, and I want him to be all man, to take charge, to know that he knows how to give me what he knows that I need and want. I love to be pounded deep into the mattress, and for a long time."
I laughed: "Baby, he stayed hard. The first time he cum, he pushed deep and let it spurt into me, but then went back to giving me hard, deep strokes. I have watched white guys that were fucking women during some swinger parties, and none of them could keep fucking after he got his nut. Yet, every black guy that I have been with could do that. I absolutely love it when I am being fucked and I know that he is not in danger of cumming soon. I can concentrate on putting his cock all over inside me, to make him, and me, feel better. When you and I fuck tonight, I will be trying my best to not cum, too quick. And when we do go to bed, the lovemaking will start when we start necking. The fucking and cumming will be the end of it, so get your best before we begin to stroke."
I answered: "Are you sure? I would love to do that. Have you thought about having me fuck you there?"
I said: "Sherri, I want to show you how I do, and then you can see what needs to be done. First, you need to clean yourself out. I use Summer's Eve douche to do mine. I squirt one bottle in me, and then refill it several times as rinses. Until the toilet water is clean. After that, it is like any sex, but you must use lubricant back there. Come on into my bathroom and I will show you my supply."
I filled the bowl with weed, shut things down and got ready to go to bed. Sherri called out that she was ready to go to bed and when we met in the hallway, she was naked and beautiful. She had brushed out her long black hair, and it matched the full carpet above and around her pussy. I love to see lots of hair on a pussy. Seeing my cock rigid, protruding in front of me, she smiled.
I did, and went to my desk, returning with a 12 inch ruler.
She said: "That is longer than anything I have ever had, and you say that Marcus is eleven inches long? And your butt can take all of him? How are you going to put this in my butt? How will I be able to stand it?"