I have had a couple of conversations recently regarding BBC (Big Black Cock) which is something I have enjoyed in the past on occasions and it bought back a couple of memories. One is of my first time which to this day is still the biggest cock I have ever had. The other is an interesting evening I spent with a couple of guys who were both well endowed. Both of these stories are fundamentally true though I will admit that I have had to invent some of the minor details that have escaped my memory. With regards to time setting the first time was after I had split with Mary (Chapter 3) but before my first marriage. The second incident was after I was divorced and I had been to America (Chapter 6) which had reawakened my taste for BBC. Neither of these incidents would have made much of a chapter on their own so I have combined them into one story using a 'flash back' from second to first/ Therefore have placed it at the time of the second incident, hence being called chapter 6A.
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Julie looked at the text and cursed softly. The meeting she had expected to take place that evening had been delayed for 24 hours which meant she was stuck in a strange city on her own. She considered her options for the evening as she watched the people moving around the hotel lobby and a woman about her age caught her eye. Appraising the woman's body Julie felt herself moisten as she pictured the woman naked writhing on her bed as her fingers and tongue took her to sexual heights. Julie had spotted the wedding ring and the question running through her head was whether the woman would be experienced in sapphic love or perhaps a virgin enjoying the ministrations of her own sex for the first time. Just as Julie was planning her move the woman's husband appeared and they linked arms, kissing tenderly before departing to the lift.
"Damn it," Julie muttered under her breath and for a fleeting moment imagined a nice threesome but as the lift doors had closed she knew that opportunity had vanished. The thought of a threesome had popped mental images of cock into her head and she moved slightly in the armchair as she recalled her recent trip to America where she had enjoyed a black cock as well as a few other things. The more she thought about it, the more Julie was of the opinion that what she needed that evening was a well-hung man to pound her into the middle of next week.
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A couple of hours later Julie stood in the bar and let the heavy beat of the music wash over her as she watched the writhing bodies on the dance floor. The club was a mixture of black and white bodies and although many of the white women tried to impress their partners with their grinding dance moves the black women seemed to be part of the music as they shook every part they had.
"Hey girl how's it going?"
Julie turned her head to the voice coming from her left and found herself staring into the brightly shining eyes of a well defined black man of Afro-Caribbean descent. His head was covered in a cropped mass of tight dark curls and the way his white tee-shirt was moulded to his muscular body he clearly kept himself in excellent condition and was proud of it. On his neck was a number of heavy gold chains that Julie was sure would have taken him to the bottom of a river if he fell in.
"Don't you listen to that fool," said a voice from her other side and turning her head the other way Julie found herself looking at a much more slightly built black man who had his hair styled in short dreadlocks that fell in a casual way but were obviously cared for. His face was split with a huge grin and although his 6-foot frame was not as well developed as the other man he still looked in good condition. He didn't have the same weight of chains around his neck but when he smiled a gold tooth flashed in the club lights.
The first man laughed, "Now I saw this stunning beauty first brother so you wait your turn."
The second man gave a broad grin as he looked at Julie with the look of a shark about to devour its prey. "I am Nathan, but you can call me Nate and this big lump is Pete... and he is right you are certainly stunning."
Julie smiled as she had dressed carefully for the evening having discarded her tight jeans and loose blouse and in their place, she had wiggled into a black sequined dress that looked like it was sprayed onto her curvy body. It was clear from the plunging back that she had no bra on and it didn't take that much stretch of the imagination to think that she was either commando or at the very most wearing a g-string. In fact, Julie was naked under the dress and knew that if she bent forward from the waist more than 45 degrees then anyone behind her would be able to confirm that.
Julie made her introductions and listened quietly to the pair banter with each other over her head. Although their words were mock aggressive they were clearly good friends and at the same time flirting heavily with Julie. When they included Julie in their banter they tried to outdo each other with sexual innuendos, like two strutting peacocks putting on a verbal display of their plumage to impress a potential mate. From what they were referencing Julie put them both in their mid-twenties, perhaps 5 or 6 years younger than herself.
"So doubt you could handle me girl," said Pete in a mock dismissive tone.
"Either or both of us," Nate added with a wide leer.
This was the moment Julie had been waiting for. She had gone out with the full intention of not just getting laid but getting pounded into the middle of next week, and here was double the opportunity. Julie smiled sweetly as she said, "Well there is one question that remains... is it true what they say?"
Julie smiled inwardly as she knew the answer from previous experiences and in a sudden flashback to nearly ten years ago she remembered the first time she had asked that question and also about finding out the answer.
*****
"Come on the hen do," they said. "It will be great fun," they said. The reality was Julie was bored silly having listened to the shrilling vacuous shrieking that the group of girls had made all night. They had all been issued with sashes at the start of the evening that had various names emblazoned on them ranging from the mundane, "Bride to be" through to her own which simply had the word, "Misslut."
Julie laughed to herself as since she split with Mary earlier in the year she had gone wild and had not just confined herself to other women, as she had enjoyed for the previous two years, but was also making up for lost time in her pursuit of cock. Although there were plenty of men hovering around the hen party they weren't really her type as they all seemed very bland and almost as vacuous as the girls they were trying to hit on. Another night she might have pulled a couple, or three of them, but tonight what she wanted was a more mature man.
Standing at the bar, away from the group, Julie ordered a bottle of water to dilute the alcohol she had already consumed as although she enjoyed getting tipsy she never got out of control.
"So is it true?" said a deep voice from beside her and Julie turned to find herself looking at a huge black man. He seemed a little older than most of the bar/club and Julie would have guessed at around 40 though was difficult to tell as his skin was flawless and his head completely shaved bald. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he openly appraised Julie's body, his head cocked to one side as he looked her up and down like a man deciding whether to buy a fine horse.
"Is what true?" said Julie looking back at him with a calm steady gaze taking in his muscular frame that must have stood at well over 6' 6" with very little fat evident anywhere on his body.
