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First Black Sex
by Brenda Brown (brendabxyz@yahoo.com)
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As a young white wife and lactating mother, I found
myself torn between being faithful to my husband and
being a bitch in heat for his black boss. (MF, wife,
cheat, intr)
***
This story is going back to when I was a young wife and
mother.
My husband, Harry and I had been married only a few
months when he decided to enlist in the Air Force. I
was 19 and he was 20 when we got married. I was seven
months pregnant at the time he entered the Air Force so
I stayed home until the baby came. After my 6-week
checkup, I joined him along with our new born son. We
had a 1-room efficiency apartment, which was all we
could afford at the time.
Harry’s Squadron Sergeant met all new comers and their
wives (if married) so when I arrived we had an
appointment to meet Sergeant Philip S. Singer. Sgt
Singer was about 40 years of age, big muscular jet-
black man with sparkling eyes and a nice smile. He
greeted the baby and me and welcomed me to the Air
Force team. Of course at 19 years of age and not too
well traveled, I was awe struck with all the attention.
We sat around a coffee table and had coffee and donuts
and chatted. I might have been somewhat naïve however I
did not miss that look that every gal gets to know
where men signal their likes of what they see. I could
tell that he was sizing me up a little more than is
normally done when meeting someone.
In high school I know that it was not uncommon for the
black guys to hit on the white gals and try to have sex
with them. I was wondering if Sergeant Singer has any
ideas along them lines.
When it came time to depart, Sergeant Singer made a
special effort to look me in the eyes and tell me what
a pleasure it was to meet me and hoped that we would
meet again soon.
It was not long until the Squadron picnic, which was a
time for the members and their families to get together
for social activities and eat and drink which included
plenty of beer. Harry and I went. As the baby was too
young for the activities, we decided to get a baby
sitter for him.
My husband has a weakness, he loves beer and when it is
free he thinks he has to drink it all up. Well this day
was not an exception, as the afternoon wore on, Harry
got drunk and soon passed out on a picnic table.
Sergeant Singer got a couple of guys to get him into
his car and took Harry and me to our apartment. After I
sent the baby sitter home and Harry was safely in bed
sleeping his drunk off, I had to feed Junior.
Sergeant Singer had sat down on the couch to watch a
football game on TV. I needed to breast feed Junior and
as I could not just ask the Sergeant to leave, I
giggled and said, "Sergeant Singer, Hope you like white
titties as I have to feed Junior."
"Well, don’t mind me and of course I appreciate nice
young breast of all colors," as he chuckled in a deep
throaty manner. "I have seen women breast feeding
before, so just do what you have to do and by the way,
I would like for you to call me Phil."
I always liked to breast feed Junior on the couch so I
sat beside Phil, took one breast out and placed a
nipple on junior’s lips and he started eagerly taking
his dinner.
At the time I knew very little about how things work
but I know that nursing Junior always made me a little
horny and this was not an exception. I could see that
Phil was watching intently as Junior suckled my breast
and I also noted that Phil had a huge bulge in the
front of his pants. My head seem to spin as I looked
over on the bed at my passed out husband and back to
Phil’s obviously aroused cock. I was now feeling damn
horny and didn’t know what to do or what to think.
I was asking myself questions like: What is Phil
thinking? Why am I getting so damn horny? Does Phil
want to have sex with me? What should I do if he starts
hitting on me? I am 20 years of age and he is twice
that. He is married and I am married. I wonder what a
black man would feel like in my white pussy? Are they
big, do they really want to fuck white wives like I
have heard?
I was in my own little world when Phil spoke up and
said, "I think Junior is finished. He is already
asleep."
"Oh," I replied. "He has only finished one. The other
is about to pop. Guess I had better pump it out so it
won’t get stale."
Phil sort of let out a sign and said, "I can help you
out if you don’t mind. I can be your baby too," and
laughed. "I can handle the other one," as he looked me
in the eye, and reached over and placed a hand on my
full breast, lowered his lips, took the nipple and
started suckling. I was taken by surprise but it felt
so good and I laid back and said, "Yes baby Phil. Mom
has lots of milk for you."
I was glad I did not have to answer and give my
approval. I was happy that he took charge and made the
move. A man old enough to be my father was now suckling
me and I was enjoying it. I ran my fingers through his
black kinky hair, and whispering, "Your white Mommie
has lots of milk for my sweet baby."
I pulled him close as he continued suckling until my
breast was empty. I was limp and I could tell that my
juices were flowing in preparation for my black baby
daddy to take me. He kissed all down my front and then
back to my lips. We locked our lips together like two
high school teens about to fuck for the first time. I
knew now that there was no turning back. I could not
say no even if I wanted to. I was now eager for Phil to
give me a good black fucking.
Phil moved down on his knees in front of me and pulled
my jeans off followed by my panties. I opened my legs
offering myself to him as he kissed around my thick
black muff, and then licked my clit circling it and
teasing it as I let out little screams of delight. Phil
was now licking and slurping my juices like a hungry
dog.
I whispered to Phil, "This couch makes into a bed.
Let’s get it opened." We opened the bed and I sat on
the side as Phil stood in front of me and said,
"Undress me baby"!
He had already taken his shirt off revealing his hairy
muscular chest and nice arms. I pulled his jogging suit
down and he stepped out. I then removed his jockey
shorts and out came this huge black shinny cock, which
was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I knew
that it would soon be mine as I licked the clear liquid
from the head and then took the end into my mouth. As I
ran my fingers down the shaft feeling the veins, Phil
moaned passionate moans as I sucked and licked. I could
feel his large balls in a sagging velvet black sack. I
ran my fingers in his tight curly black pubic hair. He
was now gently pushing into my mouth as he held my head
close.
I did not have much experience in sex but I knew I
wanted to be taken by this older black daddy and did
not want to wait any longer so I laid back on the pull-
out bed and Phil followed moving above me as I opened
my legs wide to receive my black daddy. Phil placed the
head of his cock into my muff parting my slick wet lips
and started the head into my love canal. Our lips
locked as he pushed deep into my waiting vagina
knocking on the door of my womb as if to announce that
he was getting ready to plant my husband’s private
garden with his black seed.
I pulled Phil to me as he placed his hands beneath my
buttocks, and he started thrusting. My legs went up and
I thrust back. We were now sweating and as we squirmed
and thrust at each other our sweat mixing into one.
Faster and faster Phil pumped me with his big black
cock. I was screaming with delight and Phil was
grunting like an old bull fucking a young heifer.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Phil’s long hard black cock slammed
against my cervix announcing to my womb to get ready to
take his black seed that were ready to blast out of his
huge black balls.
Phil suddenly pulled me tight and started thrusting
deep holding it then relaxing and thrusting deep again
as he mumbled in my ear, "I’m breeding you baby. I am
emptying my balls."
"Oh Daddy," I moaned. "Breed me! I’m all yours!
Ohhhhhhhh yesssss! Oohhh daddddy you are soooo gooood.
Giveeee me all you haaaaaavee! Now Daddy! Now Daddy!!!
I was now having an earthshaking orgasm as I held Phil
tight taking all his black sperm into my womb. I shook
all over then went limp, as I had climaxed like no
other time in my life. Phil was now lying on top of me
relaxing as we held each other.
After a few minutes, Phil rolled over and lay beside
me. I looked down at his now soft limp black cock and
knew that it was I who had made it that way. I felt
between my legs and felt the thick gooey sperm slowly
seeping out and knew that those black balls on my Black
Daddy had been thoroughly drained just as he had
drained my breast of its white milk. I reached over and
felt of Phil’s soft cock and his empty balls. They felt
so nice and soft.
I looked over at my hubby on the bed sleeping off his
drunk and I realized that I, his wife, had not only
just fucked a black man, but it was his boss, while he
was only a few feet away.
I said to myself, "Well, if he had not gotten drunk and
had been there to protect his wife, this would not have
happened."
I was actually very pleased that he had drunk too much
beer and that Phil had decided to take us home. I
closed my eyes as I thought of how Phil had suckled me
like a big black baby nursing on a white momma’s milk
wondering if it would happen again. I was thinking of
how good our lovemaking had been. Yes, I was sure I
wanted to do it again soon with my black Daddy.
There is an old saying, "If the tomcat is away, his
pussycat will play."
I guess that fits in this case. One never knows when
something like this will develop. Even today I look
back and marvel at how it all happened.
In case you are wondering, yes me and Phil got together
several times during the next year, until Harry was
transferred overseas and I went home to live with my
older married sister, which is another story to be told
sometime in the future. Thanks for reading.
(BrendaBxyz@yahoo.com)
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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