Sarah's First Black Cock
My wife and I had a great relationship, sex was fabulous and we often experimented with various toys, light bondage, and other occasional fetishes. I had bought her a huge dildo to add to our toy drawer a few years back, I can remember her unwrapping the parcel and marvelling at the size of her first black toy.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement, “it’s huge, I can’t even fit my hand around the shaft!” The dildo, modelled on BAM, was massive - 13 inches in length with a girth of well over 8. “I can’t believe this is modelled on a real guy!” she laughed.
So started her love of all things big and, more accurately, black. It took us several weeks using it gently before her tight white pussy finally opened up enough for the head to slip between her lips, her guttural grunts and moans of pleasure were a delight to my ears as it stretched her, filling her like she had never experienced before. Her cries of pleasure, when she came with him buried deep inside, were memorable, driving me to the edge of a climax just from playing with her and watching the big black shaft being eagerly devoured by her slurping wet hole.
Enough of the past, the present saw us sat on a Caribbean beach, under a palm leaf parasol seated at a round bar table on tall stools. We were both dressed for the beach, Sarah wearing a new blue bikini that she had bought. If truth be told I thought it was a bit too small, the scant material did little to hide her full breasts and her nipples were visible through the material. The bottom was a side-tied thong design with the smallest triangle of fabric covering her modesty; it was a good job she was smoothly shaven otherwise plenty of bush would have been on the show! She did get plenty of admiring glances, which excited me somewhat although I refrained from mentioning it.
She wandered off to get a drink from the bar, for both of us. She seemed to be gone for ages, but that was probably because I was thirsty. She returned with our drinks and suggested we head inside the bar, as it was cooler.
It was a classic beach bar. Open fronted to a view of the bright blue ocean and white sand, round bar tables, and stools. Brightly decorated with tropical garlands, other smiling guests and locals fill the air with a general murmur of conversation. I headed to the toilet and left Sarah with our drinks. Making my way back to the table I could see she was talking to a handsome black man; she was smiling and laughing at whatever was being said.
“Hi babe, this is Elijah, he works at the water sports centre."
As he stood up to shake my hand offered in greeting, I couldn’t help but notice her sliding her hand across his crotch as she put it back on the table.
We chatted about meaningless things for a while, he was pleasant and well-spoken, a local to the island, and had worked in the tourist industry from when he left school. I would have placed him in his late thirties, so a decade younger than my wife and I. Eventually, he mentioned what I had been hoping for, but not dared to ask.
“Your wife has asked me back to your room for…” he left the thought in the air, unconfirmed “… I wanted to make sure you were okay with that too.”
“Of course,” I said, struggling to stop my voice trembling with the excitement building inside me of what might be about to happen “What Sarah wants is fine with me.”
The three of us finished our drinks and headed out of the bar, our eyes blinking to adjust to the brilliant sun as we walked across the top of the beach back to our room in the hotel. It wasn’t far, we always booked hotels that fronted directly onto beaches if we could. The front of our room looked out across the beach, framing the classic Caribbean scenery.
I opened the door with some difficulty, the welling excitement inside me making my hands clammy. Sarah confirmed afterward that she had felt the same building fervor as I.
“Are you sure about this babe?” Sarah asked, “I am so excited but won’t go through with anything you’re not happy about."
“You know you have a free pass to enjoy yourself on this holiday,” I replied “or any time for that matter, I just want you to be happy, to experience things, to make the most of your life and bring pleasure to mine too."
Mike removed his shirt to that permissive statement, his fit black torso was impressive. Sarah ran her hands over his shoulders and across his chest, fingers tracing the outline of his pecs. She knelt in front of him, dragging her hands across his muscular six-pack and down until they found the waistband of his swim shorts where she paused and looked at me, smiling and biting her lip playfully, her eyes dancing with the anticipation of what she was about to do.
I smiled back, my cock getting harder with the first drops of precum beginning to well up as I felt myself getting hotter and more excited.
Sarah traced one hand along the outline of his cock that had started to wake up but was nowhere near erect at this point, she paused at the head and ran her nails back up his shaft before leaning forward and kissing him through the material. She worked her kisses from his head to the base of his shaft near his waistband. He grunted, eyes shut in pleasure as she continued to kiss and stroke his growing member through the tightening material.
She started to edge his shorts down, exposing the very top of his shaft being held almost vertically down by the waistband. He was clean-shaven, just as Sarah preferred and his smooth black skin glistened in the sunlight streaming into our room. She kissed the base of his shaft and gradually moved the shorts lower, kissing each new inch passionately as it was revealed.
I was transfixed, there is no other word for it, my cock was harder than I can ever remember. I took my trunks off and sat back, gently playing with my stiffness.
Sarah continued to slowly remove his shorts, her kisses making his cock harder and harder. He looked huge, the outline of his growing passion pressing against the material and snaking down from where my wife was kissing his shaft as she slowly revealed him. The material reached the head of his penis, catching against the engorged flesh of his head and refusing to slide without more determined pulling, which my wife was happy to apply.
His huge member bounced into view. A sight that took my wife’s breath away, her eyes wide and lips forming the words ‘wow’ as she admired his full erection. I wasn’t going to measure him but I would have guessed at least 10 inches and a magnificent girth. He was impressive, I had to admit.
She gently stroked his throbbing hard-on from the base of his shaft to his uncut head, his lighter glans peeking out from his receding black foreskin. She puckered her lips and kissed the tip of his cock, it bounced as it flexed with her touch and he let out a pleasure-filled grunt. Then, gently, she took his head into her mouth, he let out moans of pleasure as she thrust her tongue under his foreskin and swirled it around his glans and frenulum, sucking slightly at the same time. This was something I knew she was just so good at, such a mind-blowing feeling and I knew, didn’t need to imagine, the pleasure he was getting.
By this time I was jerking off and filled with excitement at the private interracial show my wife was giving me.
Sarah withdrew his cock and pushed it up with her right hand. Using her left hand on his thigh as balance she kissed down the underside of his shaft then started jerking him off as she worked his balls, sucking each one and pulling back with her head until they popped out of her mouth with an audible sound.
She continued with this hard hand action until he grunted and she quickly moved back to his cock, this time taking at least half the massive member in her mouth, gagging and coughing as he plundered her throat.
He was beginning to move his hips and thrust towards her eager mouth as she gobbled his cock like a woman possessed. It was amazing to watch.
After what seemed far too short a time he began to convulse in the throes of an orgasm. She took him out of her mouth and continued to work her hand hard on his shaft, pulling his foreskin fast back and forward across his glans.
“Uh, gonna cum girl. Wanna see you swallow my jizz.”
Sarah opened her mouth, tongue out, anticipating the salty load from his balls. She'd always swallowed, mine at least, but I was breathing heavily and nearing the ecstasy of an orgasm myself and I so wanted to just shoot my cum watching this amazing scene.
His groans became more guttural, closer together, then he unleashed his cum, shooting big ropes deep into her eager mouth, some decorating her face. She continued squeezing him, working his shaft until he had shot his load, leaning her head back to keep every drop she could in her mouth.
She looked at me and showed me her open mouth, flooded with his sperm that she played with using her tongue, gargling to form cum bubbles. Her eyes were bright and lustful, enjoying his plentiful seed then she swallowed, a loud gulp and audible sound of satisfaction, followed by her licking her lips and then sucking his head to ensure she had every bit his balls had offered her.
I couldn’t hold it and shot my load all over myself; my only wish, looking back, was that I had filmed it to enjoy over and over again.
Elijah pulled up his shorts and put on his shirt. We exchanged looks that felt almost awkward but I only admired the experience he had just gifted my wife.
“Thanks fella… Sarah deserved to experience your… erm… prowess and it was amazing.” There was a pause, “If you ever want to take her white virginity or maybe give her the benefit of more than one… black cock… with some of your friends, I am sure she would enjoy that." Another pause, “We are here for another ten days, so it’d be great to make her fantasies a reality before we leave."
He took my outstretched hand of friendship and as I opened the door turned back.
“Thanks, Sarah, that was incredible and…" he turned to me "Yeah I’d like to see her again, with or without a group or maybe both.”
With a glint in his eye and a smile on his face. My wife just licked her lips seductively and muttered, possibly loudly enough for those on the beach outside to hear.
“Bring them all, I want more black… cocks and cum. I loved it. I’m hungry for it. I want as many as I can get.”
Never thought of my wife as a cum slut but, if she is or will become, I could not be more proud of her, or indeed, in love with her.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement, “it’s huge, I can’t even fit my hand around the shaft!” The dildo, modelled on BAM, was massive - 13 inches in length with a girth of well over 8. “I can’t believe this is modelled on a real guy!” she laughed.
So started her love of all things big and, more accurately, black. It took us several weeks using it gently before her tight white pussy finally opened up enough for the head to slip between her lips, her guttural grunts and moans of pleasure were a delight to my ears as it stretched her, filling her like she had never experienced before. Her cries of pleasure, when she came with him buried deep inside, were memorable, driving me to the edge of a climax just from playing with her and watching the big black shaft being eagerly devoured by her slurping wet hole.
Enough of the past, the present saw us sat on a Caribbean beach, under a palm leaf parasol seated at a round bar table on tall stools. We were both dressed for the beach, Sarah wearing a new blue bikini that she had bought. If truth be told I thought it was a bit too small, the scant material did little to hide her full breasts and her nipples were visible through the material. The bottom was a side-tied thong design with the smallest triangle of fabric covering her modesty; it was a good job she was smoothly shaven otherwise plenty of bush would have been on the show! She did get plenty of admiring glances, which excited me somewhat although I refrained from mentioning it.
She wandered off to get a drink from the bar, for both of us. She seemed to be gone for ages, but that was probably because I was thirsty. She returned with our drinks and suggested we head inside the bar, as it was cooler.
It was a classic beach bar. Open fronted to a view of the bright blue ocean and white sand, round bar tables, and stools. Brightly decorated with tropical garlands, other smiling guests and locals fill the air with a general murmur of conversation. I headed to the toilet and left Sarah with our drinks. Making my way back to the table I could see she was talking to a handsome black man; she was smiling and laughing at whatever was being said.
“Hi babe, this is Elijah, he works at the water sports centre."
As he stood up to shake my hand offered in greeting, I couldn’t help but notice her sliding her hand across his crotch as she put it back on the table.
We chatted about meaningless things for a while, he was pleasant and well-spoken, a local to the island, and had worked in the tourist industry from when he left school. I would have placed him in his late thirties, so a decade younger than my wife and I. Eventually, he mentioned what I had been hoping for, but not dared to ask.
“Your wife has asked me back to your room for…” he left the thought in the air, unconfirmed “… I wanted to make sure you were okay with that too.”
“Of course,” I said, struggling to stop my voice trembling with the excitement building inside me of what might be about to happen “What Sarah wants is fine with me.”
The three of us finished our drinks and headed out of the bar, our eyes blinking to adjust to the brilliant sun as we walked across the top of the beach back to our room in the hotel. It wasn’t far, we always booked hotels that fronted directly onto beaches if we could. The front of our room looked out across the beach, framing the classic Caribbean scenery.
I opened the door with some difficulty, the welling excitement inside me making my hands clammy. Sarah confirmed afterward that she had felt the same building fervor as I.
“Are you sure about this babe?” Sarah asked, “I am so excited but won’t go through with anything you’re not happy about."
“You know you have a free pass to enjoy yourself on this holiday,” I replied “or any time for that matter, I just want you to be happy, to experience things, to make the most of your life and bring pleasure to mine too."
Mike removed his shirt to that permissive statement, his fit black torso was impressive. Sarah ran her hands over his shoulders and across his chest, fingers tracing the outline of his pecs. She knelt in front of him, dragging her hands across his muscular six-pack and down until they found the waistband of his swim shorts where she paused and looked at me, smiling and biting her lip playfully, her eyes dancing with the anticipation of what she was about to do.
I smiled back, my cock getting harder with the first drops of precum beginning to well up as I felt myself getting hotter and more excited.
Sarah traced one hand along the outline of his cock that had started to wake up but was nowhere near erect at this point, she paused at the head and ran her nails back up his shaft before leaning forward and kissing him through the material. She worked her kisses from his head to the base of his shaft near his waistband. He grunted, eyes shut in pleasure as she continued to kiss and stroke his growing member through the tightening material.
She started to edge his shorts down, exposing the very top of his shaft being held almost vertically down by the waistband. He was clean-shaven, just as Sarah preferred and his smooth black skin glistened in the sunlight streaming into our room. She kissed the base of his shaft and gradually moved the shorts lower, kissing each new inch passionately as it was revealed.
I was transfixed, there is no other word for it, my cock was harder than I can ever remember. I took my trunks off and sat back, gently playing with my stiffness.
Sarah continued to slowly remove his shorts, her kisses making his cock harder and harder. He looked huge, the outline of his growing passion pressing against the material and snaking down from where my wife was kissing his shaft as she slowly revealed him. The material reached the head of his penis, catching against the engorged flesh of his head and refusing to slide without more determined pulling, which my wife was happy to apply.
His huge member bounced into view. A sight that took my wife’s breath away, her eyes wide and lips forming the words ‘wow’ as she admired his full erection. I wasn’t going to measure him but I would have guessed at least 10 inches and a magnificent girth. He was impressive, I had to admit.
She gently stroked his throbbing hard-on from the base of his shaft to his uncut head, his lighter glans peeking out from his receding black foreskin. She puckered her lips and kissed the tip of his cock, it bounced as it flexed with her touch and he let out a pleasure-filled grunt. Then, gently, she took his head into her mouth, he let out moans of pleasure as she thrust her tongue under his foreskin and swirled it around his glans and frenulum, sucking slightly at the same time. This was something I knew she was just so good at, such a mind-blowing feeling and I knew, didn’t need to imagine, the pleasure he was getting.
By this time I was jerking off and filled with excitement at the private interracial show my wife was giving me.
Sarah withdrew his cock and pushed it up with her right hand. Using her left hand on his thigh as balance she kissed down the underside of his shaft then started jerking him off as she worked his balls, sucking each one and pulling back with her head until they popped out of her mouth with an audible sound.
She continued with this hard hand action until he grunted and she quickly moved back to his cock, this time taking at least half the massive member in her mouth, gagging and coughing as he plundered her throat.
He was beginning to move his hips and thrust towards her eager mouth as she gobbled his cock like a woman possessed. It was amazing to watch.
After what seemed far too short a time he began to convulse in the throes of an orgasm. She took him out of her mouth and continued to work her hand hard on his shaft, pulling his foreskin fast back and forward across his glans.
“Uh, gonna cum girl. Wanna see you swallow my jizz.”
Sarah opened her mouth, tongue out, anticipating the salty load from his balls. She'd always swallowed, mine at least, but I was breathing heavily and nearing the ecstasy of an orgasm myself and I so wanted to just shoot my cum watching this amazing scene.
His groans became more guttural, closer together, then he unleashed his cum, shooting big ropes deep into her eager mouth, some decorating her face. She continued squeezing him, working his shaft until he had shot his load, leaning her head back to keep every drop she could in her mouth.
She looked at me and showed me her open mouth, flooded with his sperm that she played with using her tongue, gargling to form cum bubbles. Her eyes were bright and lustful, enjoying his plentiful seed then she swallowed, a loud gulp and audible sound of satisfaction, followed by her licking her lips and then sucking his head to ensure she had every bit his balls had offered her.
I couldn’t hold it and shot my load all over myself; my only wish, looking back, was that I had filmed it to enjoy over and over again.
Elijah pulled up his shorts and put on his shirt. We exchanged looks that felt almost awkward but I only admired the experience he had just gifted my wife.
“Thanks fella… Sarah deserved to experience your… erm… prowess and it was amazing.” There was a pause, “If you ever want to take her white virginity or maybe give her the benefit of more than one… black cock… with some of your friends, I am sure she would enjoy that." Another pause, “We are here for another ten days, so it’d be great to make her fantasies a reality before we leave."
He took my outstretched hand of friendship and as I opened the door turned back.
“Thanks, Sarah, that was incredible and…" he turned to me "Yeah I’d like to see her again, with or without a group or maybe both.”
With a glint in his eye and a smile on his face. My wife just licked her lips seductively and muttered, possibly loudly enough for those on the beach outside to hear.
“Bring them all, I want more black… cocks and cum. I loved it. I’m hungry for it. I want as many as I can get.”
Never thought of my wife as a cum slut but, if she is or will become, I could not be more proud of her, or indeed, in love with her.
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