Anyone who has ever been to Oak Cliff south of Dallas, knows that it is a very mixed area. At the southern end, it is very poor, and mostly black. On the north side nearer to downtown Dallas, there are some affluent areas.
I grew up on the south end, and I'm not black. In the late sixties and early seventies, this was not a good thing. I attended Harrell Budd elementary school, Boude Storey middle school, and South Oak Cliff high school (which I didn't finish).
I joined the marching band, because it could replace the gym requirement. Having been in the showers with the black guys, well let's just say I didn't measure up.
I met my future wife while we were in eighth grade. In most of our classes we were the only white kids. These were turbulent times, with racial unrest all around the country. Most days there was someone getting beaten or stabbed, or worse.
We married at 16, (yes she was pregnant) and we dropped out of school. We were very much in love, and knew it would be hard going, but we would make it. Our son was born when we were 17, and living in a rented mobile home. With no help from our families, we had to work hard just to stay afloat. I worked 15-20 hrs a day at convenience stores and fast food places. I studied a trade and eventually got a good job.
Of course you wouldn't be reading this, if that was all there was to the story. Yes, while in gym class I was profoundly impacted by the difference in not only the color, but particularly the size of the black boys. Ok, ... the size of their cocks. I also had a very dear friend that was black, and huge in that department.
Before I met my wife, Sue, I had a few girlfriends. In those days sex was easy to come by. 'Make love not war' and all that. So I wasn't a virgin when I met her. Late at night, while I stroked my cock, I would be thinking about which ever girl I was seeing at the time and what I would like to do with her. Invariably, somehow my friend would come to mind and replace me in my fantasies.
After marriage, my fantasies didn't change much. While making love to my wife, or masturbating, (we all still do it even though we are married) the image of a black guy fucking her always got me off quickly. I never mentioned it to her, even when we talked about such things.
As I said, I worked hard, made some good investments, started my own business, and did quite well for myself. We moved to north Dallas, in a very nice area (I wont say where, cause we still live there). Our son grew into a very nice young man, and went away to college in Austin.
There we were, mid thirties and empty nesters. Still young enough to enjoy life and the money to do it. So we did. Weekends to Vegas twice a year, and two week vacations in the summers. Which brings up a question. Why is sex better when your on vacation? Less daily pressure, or less inhibited, or what?
It was on one of the Vegas trips when I finally told Sue about my fantasies. To say that she was surprised would be an understatement.
"You really think about me making love to a black man?"
"Well, early on, it was Robert Williams. You remember him, my friend that overdosed back in 74. Since then it has been faceless random black guys with big cocks."
"So you think it's true what they say, about black men having bigger cocks than white guys?"
"From what I remember back in gym class, even in middle school, it was definitely true. That's why I dropped out of gym."
She put on her playful face and said "ah, was my widdle boy embarrassed by his widdle dickie?"
"Embarrassed? A little I guess, ashamed too. For all us white guys. You didn't see the way they swung back and forth as they walked out of the shower. I was lucky if mine even bobbed up and down a little."
"You don't have to worry, darling, you are man enough for me. You always get me off. Sometimes with your dick, sometimes your tongue, sometimes your hand, but you always make sure I enjoy myself. It's one of the things I love about you, your determination in the bedroom."
"Thanks for your vote of confidence. Now get dressed, we have tickets for the dinner show in an hour."
That night in bed, I went down on her for her first orgasm, and then was just getting my dick into her when she said " Yes ... fuck me with that big black cock." Sue is usually very reserved, so this shocked the shit out of me. To be more precise, it shock the cum out of me. I unloaded instantly.
"Wow, that really does excite you."
"I told you it did." I panted. I couldn't believe what just happened. I have never cum so quickly. All she had to do is mention black cock in her and it was over. How was this going to affect our lives?
The next day, we were lounging at the beautiful large pool they had at our hotel. I was having tea, I don't drink, she was on her third pina colada, when a well built black man walked by wearing a less than adequate swimsuit. "Mm mm." was all she had to say to make me have to turn over to hide my hard on.
"Really Sue?... Is that how it's going to be?"
"Hey, girls have fantasies too, you know."
"I thought you said I was enough for you."
"Just because I drive a nice fast sports car, doesn't mean I don't appreciate a big S.U.V. once in a while." Where does she get this shit? Ok, maybe I was a bit fast last night, but really!
We had a leisurely dinner and some gambling before heading back to our room. I was up a little from the tables so I was in a good mood. She showered first and then I went in. I put on one of those plush robes they provide in Vegas, and entered the bedroom. "Look, Hun, you were right." she said pointing at the television screen.
She had put on the porno channel, and there it was in all its glory, a black man with a huge cock fucking a white girl brainless. Believe it or not, this was the first time I had ever seen such a thing. I wasn't aware that there was interracial porn. Had I known, I certainly would have been a follower long before.
Instantly there was a tent in the plush robe. Of course, Sue noticed right away and took full advantage of it. She took me into her mouth and I shot my load, setting a new record for limp to ejaculation. Sue continued to suck me and I never went soft. Just staring at the screen and living in Dreamworld. She pulled me into her pussy, and as I watched more of the porn, came again. She seemed to be delighted to have this power over me.
That was our last night in Vegas. Since returning home, she has continued to taunt me with interracial themes in the bedroom. Not always, but when she does, our love making is outrageous. I always cum twice, once quickly, and then on to round two without a break.
She talks about finding a black boy toy, or about the black neighbor. She has even gone as far as suggesting I buy her a black dildo to play with. I didn't.
The following summer, we (she) decided to vacation in Jamaica. Our son and his roommate met us there for the first week, then they were headed to Paris with his roommates parents. We stayed an additional week.
We had excellent accommodations, a beautiful, two bedroom villa. Complete with private patio and hot tub, built in bar, maid service. The works. The boys had a great time chasing girls and fishing and beach stuff. We also had a good time, fun in the sun and party at night.
After the boys left, we continued on our vacation. We had romantic dinners. Midnight walks on the beach. Our personal hot tub play (they are going to have to sterilize that tub)
