When I was in college I had a few boyfriends but I also knew and was friendly with some of the black basketball players. I didn't think of any of them in a sexual way but soon I began hearing some of my girlfriends talk about their sexual prowess and I became curious. Back then, it was unwritten but white girls did not openly date black boys. Nevertheless, not letting my boyfriend know, I had a few secret meetings with black boys. Physically they were far superior to the white boys and were very satisfying sexually. After college, I got a job, married and had kids but never forgot the experiences I had in college.
Years later, there was a black man named Richard who came to work at our company. He was tall, handsome and we hit it off from the beginning. When we socialized it was usually with others from the company but one time, Richard asked if I would give him a ride home as his car was in the shop. I saw nothing wrong so I said I would. When we got to his house he invited me in for a drink. I readily accepted and knowing that I often stayed late, I was sure my husband would assume that's where I was. Richard's house was typical of a bachelor's, things strewn about but still looked comfortable. He brought out some beer and we sat down to talk.
He began asking questions about my life, my husband and kids; sitting with him this way felt good. Knowing that I often stayed late, I was sure my husband would assume that's where I was. Richard told me about himself too, playing basketball and his failed marriage. By the time we were on the second beer, our discussion got more personal. Why I did, I don't know, but among other things, I told Richard that husband and I were not having a lot of sex. When he asked about college, I mentioned that I knew many blacks. This got his curiosity up and he asked if I had been intimate with any. I lied and said I hadn't, but my mind kept thinking about my times with naked black boys and their big cocks. As we talked, I noticed that Richard kept touching his crotch, not sure if it was on purpose or not but I couldn't help glancing when he did. When he got up to get more beer, there was a definite bulge in his pants. Needless to say, my mind conjured up what might be beneath.
Richard went on to tell me how much he admired me and that I was the most attractive woman in the place. He commented on my looks, how nicely I dressed and even how sexy he thought I was. His compliments and the beer were having a very nice warm feeling on me and when he moved closer, it only made me feel more relaxed with him. I don't remember how the discussion started but I remember him asking if I had ever seen a black cock. It wasn't a shock because by then I was feeling very open about expressing myself. About the time I begin answering, he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. Feeling his hardness through his pants was unreal, it was as if he was reading my mind. I squeezed and with our hands held together we began stroking his hard cock.
In a flash, Richard unzipped his pants, pulled down his jockeys and a beautifully formed cock sprang out. Pushing my head down, I licked the head and then put it in my mouth. Nothing more was said as he held my head while I moved my mouth up and down his incredible shaft. It had been a long time but the memories and the deliciously wicked feelings came rushing back. His cock was big and thick and I devoured as much as I could, tasting each drop that came out of the tip. It twitched and jerked in my mouth which only helped to excite me more. Wanting to make him cum, I squeezed and caressed his balls as I sucked, knowing that it always did the trick. When he came, it was a tremendous explosion, accompanied with his loud screams of a pleasurable release.
