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My Fantasy
by Isabel (charlesrollings@supanet.com)
***
Isabel, a white housewife, starts having erotic
fantasies when a young black guy moves in next door.
(MMF, wife, orgy, intr, oral, anal, cuck)
***
I have this fantasy every time I have sex with my
husband, and when I am sitting in the bath or have a
few moments to daydream.
My husband, like me, is white. I would not say he is
sexually inadequate, but neither is he what you would
call a stud. We have sex two or three times a week and
he always comes, but I only come occasionally. I still
enjoy it, but something is missing.
For although I married the right man when it comes to
having a loving, supporting husband who makes me happy,
what I have always longed for is hot, rampant sex with
a young, virile, well-hung black stud. Over the past
few years I have imagined many different ways in which
this would come about, but this is the one I have been
having over the past year.
It was about a year ago that a black couple moved into
the apartment opposite ours. They are in their early
twenties and he is over six feet tall, very dark and
very handsome. From then on we could hear them having
sex at nights, sometimes in the small hours of the
morning. They really do make a racket - sometimes we
wonder if their bed will come through the wall. It
arouses my husband and me, and we end up having sex,
too.
After a few weeks, however, I began to imagine what our
next-door-neighbor would be like in bed, and not long
after that I began to imagine that it wasn't my husband
on top of me, but him. But what really began to give my
fantasies flavor was his behavior over the weekends.
His wife always disappears on Friday night and stays
away until Sunday night or Monday morning, and in the
intervening two days dozens of his black friends wander
in and out.
They are all well-dressed dudes: he wears tight red
leather trousers, and they wear suits of black leather,
brown leather, tan leather, wine-red leather, and so
on, and have Rastafarian hairstyles, smoke dope and
listen to heavy drum and base. All the time this is
going on, at least on Saturdays, my husband is at work.
I am the only woman in the entire building, while in
the apartment opposite is a gang of young, leather-
clad, virile black guys all getting high and probably
dying to fuck a white woman.
So, in my fantasy, I decide to go and tell them to turn
the music down. But before I do I change into some sexy
clothes - a short black satin dress, black Cuban-heeled
cowboy boots, and no knickers. I knock on the door and
at first no-one answers. I knock a second and then a
third time, and finally my neighbor comes to the door.
He is wearing his red leather trousers and string T-
shirt, through which I can see his black glistening
torso and well-toned muscles. Looking past him, I see
several other young black guys craning their necks over
the backs of the sofa and the armchairs. They are
murmuring something in a language I don't understand.
I stand at the door, hesitating. I don't know whether
to start off by asking them to turn the music down, or
by asking, "Is this is a private party, or can anyone
join in?" My neighbor makes the decision for me. He
invites me in, as though he has been expecting me. I
stammer that I don't have a bottle or anything, but he
says it doesn't matter. He stands aside and I step into
the room.
The air is thick with marijuana smoke and thirteen
other black guys are lolling about the room: three on
the sofa, one in each armchair, two in upright chairs,
two on big cushions and four sitting on the carpet
propped up against the wall. They greet me incoherently
and I tentatively advance towards the middle of the
floor. For the past few seconds I have been breathing
in the marijuana fumes and already I am feeling dizzy.
I start to giggle.
My neighbor, whose name I find out later is Loko,
guides me towards the sofa and three pairs of hands
pull me towards them. I sink giddily into a pair of
leather-clad thighs - I can feel the cool, smooth
leather against the back of my legs and already I am
turned on.
The guy whose lap I am sitting on embraces me and
starts to kiss me. It is a long, passionate kiss and he
rolls his tongue all around the inside of my mouth. I
let myself go completely. He starts to massage my
breasts through my dress, and the other two, whose laps
I am straddling with my booted legs, start to rub my
thighs and my cowboy boots. Suddenly I feel my hair
being pulled - another guy is pulling my head back and
putting a joint in my mouth. I inhale deeply and feel a
rush to my brain. The room and everyone in it start to
spin.
Another black guy starts to kiss me. Black hands undo
the buttons down the front of my dress. A hand goes
inside the dress and gently kneads my breasts. Another
hand wanders up my thigh and a long, thick finger
enters my vagina, which is hot, wet and swollen. Soon
the finger is joined by another finger, and then
another. Suddenly I am kneeling on the floor and my
neighbor, whose trousers are around his calves, is
slowly putting his cock up me. It is big, at least
twice the size of my husband's, and I have difficulty
taking it.
I gasp, and as I do another cock fills my mouth while
its owner holds onto my hair and pumps in and out, like
a piston. By now my hands are wrapped round the thick,
hard cocks of two other beautiful black gods and
another half-a-dozen are standing over me, masturbating
over my hair, my shoulders, my breasts and my thighs. I
can feel little droplets of their love-juice spattering
all over me like gentle rain.
Meanwhile, the music has been turned up really loud and
the heavy beat, the dizziness brought on by the
marijuana, and the thrill at being fucked and
masturbated over by eight virile young blacks is
driving me wild. Loko's big cock hurts, but the way it
fills me up is so glorious! I feel as if I could burst.
As the beat of the music speeds up he goes faster and
faster until I am at screaming pitch; the only thing
stopping me from screaming is the big black cock being
rammed into my mouth.
Suddenly Loko's face contorts, he grabs me real tight
and shoots his load deep into me. The guy fucking my
head comes as well. Then I have the most intense orgasm
I have ever experienced, convulsing and swallowing
thick white cum as I try to scream. I go as limp as a
rag-doll in Loko's arms, with cum dribbling from my
mouth and my cunt.
But before I have time to recover another guy rams his
black cock up me and another sticks his helmet in my
mouth. They both come in less then five minutes.
Another two take their place, and, when they have
finished, another two - and so on until every black guy
in the room, all fourteen of them, have fucked me.
Then it begins again, only this time they bend me over
the living-room table and take turns fucking me doggy-
style. My husband has never done this, and being fucked
like a bitch on heat by fourteen black guys one after
another is like nothing on earth. When they start on me
a third time, this time taking me up the arse, there is
no way I am going to protest!!
They can have my arse - any part of me - anytime! The
best part is sitting on a black cock as it slams into
my arse, while another guy kneels in front and fucks my
cunt, and a third shows me "what white women's mouths
are made for".
But the day is not over yet. Loko's friends, true to
form, are wandering in and out, and soon other young
black guys are poking the white rag-doll. By now I am
so high on music, weed and sex that I am like putty in
their arms. They can do anything they like with me.
They are taking me three at a time, one in each hole.
They are wanking over me, slapping me, calling me a
bitch and a slut and a whore and telling me that from
now on they are going to bang me every Saturday without
fail. I am their slave, and a happy slave at that. I am
in ecstasy. The day is one long orgasm. I almost forget
that I have a husband who will be home from work at
half past six!
Only when I notice through the window that it is
getting dark do I remember that my husband is due home.
By this time I have been fucked in all three orifices
by twenty-five black guys - I am as sore as hell but as
happy as a woman can be. I tell Loko that I shall have
to leave, but we both know that I will be back the
following Saturday. "There will be more of us next
week," he tells me. "Good. The more the merrier!" I
reply.
There is no time to wash before my husband returns.
Although I ought to be scared of his reaction to the
sweat and spunk that he will see, feel and smell all
over me, I am instead happy: I want him to suspect, I
want him to torture himself, and I long for the moment
when I reveal that the young, black, virile stud next
door has fucked me in every hole along with twenty-four
of his black friends! I want to see the horror, fear
and torment on his face. Especially, I want to see his
reaction when I tell him that from now on Loko and his
buddies are going to fuck me every weekend.
Another plan is already forming in my mind: if Loko's
wife is away until Sunday night, then why not invite
him to spend the entire night in our bed? Then my
husband can watch while his wife gets a good seeing to
by a well-hung black buck!
I go back to Loko's apartment and knock on his door. He
grabs me and kisses me as if I am his.
"Your wife won't be back tonight, well she?" I ask
between kisses.
"No," he replies.
"Good." I give him the spare key to our apartment.
"When I knock on the bedroom wall tonight, I want you
to come and join us."
"Does your husband know?" he asks.
"Not yet," I reply. "It'll be a surprise."
"But what if...?"
He leaves me to fill in the blanks. I reach up to kiss
him again. "If he objects, I want you to show him who's
boss...Beat him up, good and proper. Fuck him up the
shitter - I'd really like to see that!"
And yes, it is true. That really is what I would like
to see: a young, handsome, well-hung, virile black stud
- the very black stud who is fucking me - give my
husband a good thrashing and a good butt-fucking! The
more I think about it, the more I want to see my
husband abused by black guys, and the more it turns me
on.
END
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