Sherri had come to visit Eddie for two weeks, and in the first week she had been able to experience the full, Black Cock experience. Eddie had introduced her to the best of the best, both in size and in being gentlemen. His Mandingo Nation friends had shown her the pleasure that he had described to her. She could leave Florida knowing what she really wanted, and just how to get it., but she had 8 more days to enjoy the fruits of her new found quest.
Waking up beside Sherri is always a pleasure to me, and this morning, after she had a night of taking the biggest cock of her life, in both her holes, she was sleeping soundly and deep in a dream. That dream was causing a pleasant smile, and the sweetest murmuring imaginable. Having seen her get fucked, I felt that I knew just what she was dreaming of. Jaxon had that same effect on me when he fucked me.
I slid off the bed, letting her sleep, hoping that I had not disturbed her dream. The smell of the espresso must have penetrated her dream, because as soon as I had the espresso cooking, she came into the kitchen. As we woke up with our espresso, we began to plan the day. We had been told that Marcus and Ty would be by later on and would call ahead. We did some mundane housecleaning, then one at a time, we went in for a shower and to clean ourselves out. We knew what was ahead of us. .
Sherri and I made up a fruit tray, fixed a pitcher of Tea, put on some Country
Rock music, and sat down eat lunch and smoke a bowl.
I asked her: "What do you think of your Florida experience, so far? I love being able to fuck you but I also enjoy seeing you exploring new things and getting great satisfaction from them. This evening and tonight we will get a lot more. I had a dream, last night, about Tyrone fucking me with his big lump. He had us knotted and I couldn't pull myself off him. I woke up panting and with a hard on."
She smiled and said: "I knew it! I knew that you were dreaming of having a big cock in your ass. I woke up, and heard you moaning, and saying that it was too big. If I had known that you had a hard on, I would have eaten it for you."
I suggested: "Baby, we bought that new toy so we would have something to play with when we didn't have real cock here to fuck us. Let's keep it to ourselves, for ourselves. We will have all the cock we can handle with those two."
She agreed and said that it could stay in her undies drawer. Taking a couple more tokes, we enjoyed getting a bit of a buzz, and I also enjoyed it because it eased my persistent lower back pain. As we talked, we were more like very close friends, than as lovers, or not actually even like fuck buddies, today.
She asked: "Do you really love being fucked by these guys more than you love fucking a woman?"
Smiling, I replied: "That is a loaded question. I cannot say that I prefer one over the other but I will say that considering the pleasures I have felt with women, compared to how satisfied my male partners were when fucking me, the best sex experience I had ever known was to be fucked silly by Jamal, my first black cock.
I didn't suck it, I didn't kiss it, or him. I only offered my virgin ass up to him and he made good use of it, getting himself off several times, and with huge, spasming loads that made him shudder and drive his cock even deeper into me than he had been. I felt like I had given him great pleasure, and he cooed to me, telling me that I was as good as he had been to bed with. I love pussy, and the woman wrapped around it, especially yours, and will always be doing my best to be my best when in bed with one of you."
She continued, asking: "When you are being fucked, and feeling femme, do you think that you are a woman, or do you wish that you had been a woman?"
I squeezed her hand and said: "Baby, you cannot imagine how many hours I have put into talking to myself about that very same thing. Through all of it, I have decided that I am not gay, and barely bi-sexual. I love sex, love it in most of its forms. I have no interest in kids, or anything forcible or commercial. I love several different forms of sex, and one of them happens to be when I am getting fucked hard and deep by a strong black lover. When I am feeling really femme, and have a partner that can enjoy it, I picture myself as taking cock like a woman would. I move when I feel a good sensation, and when I cum, it is 100% real, and leaves me weaker, having really exerted myself as I got off. I can picture a girl having the same feeling, having an orgasm both because the feeling was good as she was being stroked, and she got great pleasure from knowing that he was enjoying what he had under him. I think that all sex is descended from man and woman missionary position copulation. I think that many other positions are more to degrade and control than for anything even remotely sensual. Dog style is, well, um DOG Style, just like they and other animals do it. Putting a woman on her hands and knees may bring her pleasure in being made subservient, but it has little to do with her and a male totally enjoying the other. If possible, when I am laid down, I lay on my back and move my legs as needed to be able to give myself up the best way possible."
She said: "I love to be 'the weaker sex', even when in bed with a woman. I want the tender, sensuous, good looking type, but I like it when she wants to lay me down. Like you, I love to fuck. I don't think that we have enough time to just fuck, in this life, so I want the best I can get, the most thorough fucking I can get, and from those who are busting their ass to give up some pleasure to a good partner. I get all that from these black guys that you have introduced me to. More than I ever got from a white guy, even you, Eddie."
I said: "Baby, let's save the fucking until Marcus and Ty get here, but I want to do another toke and then do some serious making out with you. I will be as femme as I feel like being, but want to lay you down and make out with you. I want to lay my nipples on yours, and I want to get you off without putting a cock in you."
We gave each other shotgun hits of the weed, using the bowl on each other. Setting it aside, I bent to her and kissed her softly as I put a hand under her blouse and felt of one of her nice "C" cup breasts. I felt her putting a hand under my shirt, and cupping one of my growing tits. She began to knead it, and, finding the nipple, pinched it, and held it as she massaged my breast. Taking it in the context of sexual build up, it made me begin to tremble, wanting to be closer to her, to feel her bare skin against mine.
I worked her blouse open, then began to push it off her shoulders, until she released me to help. With her chest bare, she lifted my t-shirt hem, pulling it up, over my head, and tossing it on her blouse. Half sitting, half laying, we simultaneously, put our hands to the breasts of the other.
Holding my tits in her hands, she looked at me and said: "Baby these are growing. And they feel so natural. I have read on breast growth on males, and cross referenced that with the drug that you are on, and I learned that these are just like a woman's breast in substance, texture and nerve stimuli. I didn't read that you could lactate, but you would need to have ovaries for that, I think. But I love your little titties. They are sexy, and I want to suck on them."
I said to her: "Spread your legs. Now, pull this thigh up to where you need it most and take a nipple."