Forbidden Thrills Of Joy
By Aleq de Satyr
Prologue
Having sexual fantasies comes with the territory of being human. But because we live in a culture in which the topic of sex remains taboo, trying to bring them up can not only be intimidating but downright scary.
No matter what your jam is in fantasyland, your private thoughts don't define you--and that it's okay to have sexual fantasies that conflict with who you believe yourself to be. Your fantasy life is your fantasy life, until and unless you choose to make it into more. Whether the situations you picture are tame or wild, "standard" or taboo, sexual imagination can be a deep well of joy and excitement.
My name is Rozlyn which means zealous, and which I am. I am a sturdy 52 year old rather good looking rural woman, which some refer to as peasant, country (and Western) bumpkin etc. I am married to a man who is 12 years older, and have a 30 year old daughter. I consider myself a liberal, with an affinity to feminism. I'm more educated and refined than the average bumpkin. Above all, I'm a highly sexual woman, but my sex life felt empty and sucked.
Joyful Continent of Sex
For many years my husband has been totally impotent and I have not been fucked in all those years. But I do get by with masturbation, using a variety of sex toys and an array of fantasies. The most powerful and prevalent one is being fucked with massive cocks, particularly Black ones...I'd seen pictures of Black cocks in my husband's porn magazines, and I'm totally moved by them. My husband's puny cock does not come close at all...Hell, it can only reach just past my opening. Fucking sad and pathetic. My craving for massive Black cocks is so overwhelming, so intense nothing else matters.
The sensation of my cunt being totally filled and stretched every which way is so fucking tempting so irresistible. I am constantly horny and would love to be totally ravished, really fucked hard core by a real man...Life in the boondocks had become so dull, so boring; indeed, I felt out of place much of the time. I was losing my mind. In mid-summer I decided to visit the big city, have some fun and do some shopping. It had been three years since my last visit. The two hour drive was quite enjoyable with the unusually light traffic on the highway. I checked in at a Best Western motel in a nice, well-kept leafy neighborhood called the Caribbean. A neighborhood of racial, ethnic and culturally diverse residents, but predominantly folks from the Caribbean. It turned out that the next day was the annual Caribbean carnival-festival that I've heard so much about. Quite a surprise I thought, I dare not miss it I decided.
The festival grounds were very lively. There were lots of women around, some in scanty clothing, with nothing left to the imagination; they were beautiful, throbbing with sensuality. Others in colorful costumes. Dancing couples rubbing against each other orgiastically. The place throbbed with the beat of ritual drums, and Caribbean music. The dancing celebrants were imbued with the spirits of ancient African deities. Their supple bodies moving freely to deep and often erotic rhythms. I felt mesmerized, surrounded, possessed and hurled down into formless depths, as I watched the performance of beautiful young women and, the invocation of the goddesses of the waters, of storms and fire.
At some point people began to hug and kiss each other, as part of the rituals. A young man beside me hugged and kissed me passionately. I responded enthusiastically as he pressed his crotch against mine, and I felt his tumescent cock getting hard against my crotch. I was flattered to feel its hardness. We looked into each other's eyes filled with desire.
He offered to buy me a drink and led me to a pavilion where we drank some wine while we talked and laughed. His name was Eric and seemed to be in his late thirties. He was very handsome with an athletic build and looked very hot! I could not take my eyes off the big bulge in his light cotton pants. When he offered to show me his place, a few blocks away, I followed him willingly. I knew he was going to fuck me; my entire body was suffused with joy, my panty wet with juice.
The dΓ©cor in his spacious cozy apartment was such a delight, and filled with the sound of cool reggae music. He offered me more wine and cheese and grilled lobster which he claimed is an aphrodisiac. Eric was very well informed, knowledgeable and very much Avant-garde. We talked we laughed we shared a joint. I had not smoked pot in years. I was very comfortable with him. I became tipsy as I drank more wine then I felt sweaty, hot and horny and he sensed it.
Eric wrapped me in his arms and kissed me deeply for long moments. I could feel his hardon against my belly. I began to tremble, my cunt clenched and my clitoris throbbed. I did not resist as Eric undressed me in the bedroom then quickly removed his clothes...My eyes were riveted on his huge, super thick, at least 10-inch Black cock jutting out like a sword.
"Holy angels, now that is the cock of my dreams, my fantasies," I whispered.
"Are you serious?" asked Eric.
"I've always wanted to be ravished by a huge Black cock" I said.
"Well lady, you came to the right place; the Caribbean is bursting with even bigger dicks" said Eric.
I lay on my back my legs drawn up bent at the knees and spread wide open. Eric kissed me, suckled my nipples until they ached. He bit my neck, belly, took my clitoris in his mouth and teased me with his tongue, sucking me until I cried out in pleasure, begging for more. He let me hold his cock. It was hard as a spear, bulging with thick veins and throbbing. I rubbed it against my vulva, my erect clitoris, my anus. I spread my legs wide and opened my cunt with my hands moaning, writhing like an eel I felt wild..."Fuck me any way you like please for as long as you want" I said. My pussy felt beyond my control.
Crouching between my legs Eric stroked my opened cunt from anus to clitoris with his cockhead feeling the fire inside my cunt. He mounted me like a wild stallion on a willing mare, thrusting and thrusting into me, skillfully with grim determination...I made whimpering, cooing noises as he plunged deeper and deeper into my soaking pussy and my inner walls promptly sucked his dick in all the way to my womb. I fucked back, equally determined, my sensuality spellbinding, my cunt drenched with juice.
"Please keep fucking me don't stop," I pleaded. Impatient, I cried out over and over as the Eric unleashed his heavy thrusts into me, plunging deep. He held nothing back, taking much pleasure in my passionate enjoyment. The room was filled with the sounds coming from my cunt and my mournful cries. Then I heaved and screamed and melted beneath the hard thrusts, letting out a long animal cry as I flew past the barrier into a powerful unending orgasm. I cried out my own name softly, over and over as the young man continued to fuck me to more orgasms. The wet slurpy sounds of wet, sticky sex, deliciously vulgar, filled the room.
"Lovely sounds, It's so beautiful" I said, my voice raspy. The curtains fluttered gently in the afternoon breeze as Eric fucked me relentlessly, endlessly. And I came and came. His stamina, prowess was amazing... I shrieked and screamed in the throes of multiple orgasms, raking the Eric's back with my fingernails and clasping him tight with my legs. I felt my cunt pull his hard cock inwards, milking him as he finally gushed torrents of hot cum into me. It took quite a while before I regained my composure.
After an hour's rest and some refreshments later, I was ready to fuck again. But Eric seemed lethargic, his dick limp. I pushed his face between my legs and the smell of my cunt revived him. We rubbed against each other, our naked bodies poised exquisitely, sensuously, languorously. My pussy was fiercely alive and dripping.
"Fuck my ass first then my cunt" I said as I got on all fours, my body sizzling. Ass fucking or sodomy is forbidden where I come from, let alone by a Black guy.