I can't believe what has happened to me and how I will never trust my best friend Jane again.
Let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Beth and I'm married to my childhood sweetheart, live a comfortable life thanks to hubby being a junior director, foreign holidays every year, drive a nice car and wear nice things. I want for nothing. I'm always working out my size 28-22-24 body at the gym with my best friend Jane.
We've done everything together since high school, I trusted her with my life. The only true difference between us was that I married young but she never settled down. Believing 'the one' wasn't out there for her.
Her latest boyfriend was a black man called Tyrone who is a couple years older than us, a former high school footballer now working for the local garage as a trainee mechanic. Jane was constantly telling me how great sex was with her black lover and how he satisfied her like no other man has before.
My story starts a few months ago. Jane and I hadn't seen each other much since Tyrone came on the scene. She was off having great sex with her black stallion and I was off on holiday with the hubby. But now I was back I was desperate to catch up with Jane for the latest gossip.
It was a hot summer's day so I decided to wear my short skirt with a t-shirt no bra which left nothing to the imagination, I'd planned to give my hubby a treat tonight. I rang Jane to meet me at my place for coffee and a chat. She was well excited to see me and asked if she could bring Tyrone with her to meet me. I was a little apprehensive to have another man, especially a black man in my house, but I thought it would be fine as Jane would be here too.
They were around my house before I could get changed into something more suitable. As I opened the door I met Tyrone who was the biggest and blackest man I'd ever seen. He was a huge muscular man who towered over my small frame of 5'4".
"Hi, you must be Beth I've heard a lot about you," said Tyrone extending his big black hand towards me.
"Oh...er...yes." Why is my body shaking inside so much in the presence of this man?
A wicked smile came across Tyrone's face I swear he could tell the effect he was having on me even if I did not.
"Hey sexy girl I guess the husband is going to have a treat tonight with what you're wearing." Jane teased.
"One lucky guy," followed Tyrone his eyes fixed on my breasts.
"Er...yes...um...he will be home soon from work," I lied.
"Come on," said Jane grabbing my arm "Tell me all about your trip."
As we sat in the living room discussing my latest holiday Tyrone was checking out every inch of my body right in front of Jane. Did she not notice him blatantly eyeing me up? I swear every time I uncrossed my legs his cock twitched. OMG I can't believe I'm looking at another man's cock I hope he and Jane haven't noticed.
As we talked about my holiday my mind kept going back to Tyrone's cock. He has such big hands, does that mean his cock is huge too and is it as black as the rest of his body? I couldn't concentrate at all and Jane was beginning to notice
"Are you ok Beth? You seem distracted today?" Tyrone grinned at the last question.
"Yes I'm...I'm ok I just feel a bit hot I must be coming down with something." My downstairs region especially on fire at this point thinking of Tyrone's black cock.
"I will get you a glass of water from the kitchen." Jane was up and gone before I had chance to say no.
My whole body temperature just went up again being alone with this huge black guy. Tyrone got up and walked straight over to me with his cock directly at my eye level ready to burst through his jeans. OMG what is he doing Jane is just next door? He sat down next to me on the sofa, even sat down he towered over me. I was mesmerized staring at him with my green eyes unable to speak or move. It felt like he wanted to grab hold of me and kiss me right there and then. And I would have let him.
Jane came back in the room with the glass of water which I gulped straight down.
"I hope you two are getting along," said Jane sitting down next to Tyrone.
I gave a guilty look to Jane but managed to nod.
"Beth was asking me what we've been up to." Thankfully Tyrone said, as I'm sure Jane had noticed the tension.
"Well it has been sex after sex after sex for us hasn't it baby?"
"You can't get enough of my black cock." I felt myself getting redder by the second.
"You know what they say once you go black you never go back." Smiled Jane.
"Especially my 13 inches of black cock."
I thought 13 inches!! No way. That cannot be true no man can be that big. My husband cock is only 5 inches and that completely fills me up they both must be joking. Jane must have read my mind because the next thing she said really shocked me.
"Beth wouldn't know because she has only seen her husbands, you should show her yours?"
The words "No," "No need," or "Don't bother," failed to come out of my mouth. I guess I secretly wanted to know if it was true that this hunk of a black man had the cock to match his huge hands. I just sat there like a lamb to slaughter. Tyrone took this silence as a yes and began to undo his belt.
Slowly he unclasped his belt and then the top button of his jeans. I could feel the wetness building up in my knickers, wow this usually only happens after hours of foreplay with my husband. Next he opened another button, grinning all the time, until his jeans were completely undone. I could see the black hair on top of his cock, OMG he isn't wearing any boxers.
"They get in the way when I want to have a quickie with Jane," now he can read my mind too.
With one quick tug on his jeans his cock was free. It was black, very black, with a growing purple head and balls as large as my fist behind it. I was stunned it was huge much bigger than my husbands.
"If you keep staring at it Beth it's going to go limp."
This magnificent beast could never go limp. Its sole purpose in life is to please the life out of females.
"Why don't you touch it Beth?" Jane encouraged.
