A Fling With a Hot Firefighter

I realize that lusting after black men has suddenly become en vogue. But I must admit, I don’t understand women who are just getting on the bandwagon. I have always dated black men, since I was in high school. The first guy to pop my cherry was the captain of the high school basketball team, who was 6ft 6 inches and all muscle. He had a big dick too, and that shit hurt like hell. But, I kept dating him and began to realize that I preferred black men. I liked their dark, rich skin, and the fact most black men could dance, dress well and know how to show a girl a good time. Also, I’m a Latina, and I had a curvy figure, long before J-Lo became popular. While white guys tried to make me feel guilty about my large derriere, black men were all about appreciating my big ass. They just loved to hit it from behind and admire what they referred to as my “donkey booty.” Apparently, that was supposed to be a compliment.  

I had a lot of fun dating brothers in my small Florida town, but after a few years, I wanted to seek out new adventures. So, when my company said it was opening a new office in Atlanta, I jumped at the chance of moving. Living in Atlanta was my first time being in a big city and I was thrilled by its vibrant night life. The city had many hip clubs, and when I wasn’t working, I was usually partying the night away at a trendy nightspot. There were also a ton of attractive, professional black men available, so I thought I had died and gone to heaven. The only downside was the demographics of the town. The ratio of women to men was like 3 to 1, and some of the sisters didn’t appreciate non-black women encroaching on their men. Most of them assumed I was white, and often lightened up when they found out I was a Latina.

I made friends with one of my co-workers, a pale, raven-haired girl named Betsy. We worked in a professional environment, where we were expected to wear business attire. I noticed that Betsy always wore long sleeves. Apparently, she was covering her arms, which were adorned in tattoos. We discussed this one evening at happy hour.

“Yeah, I have sleeves and back tattoos,” she confessed, after several Apple Martinis. “This job is what I do for a living, but what you see at work is not the real me. Me and my boyfriend have a pretty wild sex life. We go to bondage clubs and sex parties, sometimes to spice things up.”

I was curious. I had never been exposed to this in my little Florida town, but I was interested to see what they were like. I was lounging at home one Friday night, when I got an evite from Betsy. It was an invitation to a Mandingo party that was being held at a hotel in downtown Atlanta. I was so clueless, I didn’t even know what a Mandingo party was. So, I googled it and found out that they were parties where middle-aged, white women hooked up with black studs. As I said before, I found the whole scene curious. If these women liked black men so much, why hadn’t they just married one? But, I decided to see what one of these parties was like in the flesh, and agreed to attend.

The next day, I dressed for the party. I wasn’t sure what to wear to my first orgy, but I decided on a matching black, lace bra and panty set with a garter belt. I wore a thin, silk blouse and a black mini skirt. I sprayed on some Victoria Secret perfume and headed out.  The party was being held at the Hyatt Regency on Peachtree Street. I drove through downtown in my Nissan Altima and found a parking space. As I walked through the lobby, I felt that everyone knew I had come for a scandalous sex party and almost backed out. But, then I realized, there were thousands of people at the hotel and I was just one more anonymous body.

I rode the elevators up to the 11th floor and found the room, which was at the end of a generic hallway. I gingerly knocked on the door and was welcomed by a tall, black man wearing a jaunty hat.

“Hi, you must be here for the party,” he said and ushered me in. There was no charge for me, but I learned that men had to pay $60 to get in. Apparently, single women were a premium on the party circuit. I looked around the large suite, which consisted of two bedrooms and a beautiful, spacious bathroom area. Couples and single men were milling around, drinking and chatting. The couples were mainly middle-aged white people, soccer moms and business types, and the black men were dressed as if they were going to a nice club.  It all looked surprisingly civil.

I found Betsy and her boyfriend, Fred, a tall, thin, bespectacled man, and headed over to them, glad to see a familiar face.

“Glad you could make it,” said Betsy. “You’re in for some fun.”

“I sure hope so,” I said. I explored the suite and saw that someone had thoughtfully laid out drinks and snacks. I found it somewhat hilarious that somebody had thought of catering at an orgy, but I guess people had to keep their strength up.

For the next 30 minutes, men and couples knocked on the door and trickled in. Then, the host locked the door and the party kicked off. Some of the women shed their street clothes and revealed they were wearing sexy lingerie. Some of the men stripped down to their boxers and even nothing at all. And all I could say is, wow! I had seen my share of black dicks, but these brothers were hung. I had never seen so many big, black cocks in one place. Some must have been up to nine inches long. I felt like a fat person who had been given the keys to an all-you-can eat buffet.

Couples started to pair off. I noticed a petite, blonde, with small boobs, disappear into a room with three black men. She stripped off her lingerie and climbed on the bed. One of the black men sat on her face and fed her his cock, while another got between her legs. She serviced the third brother with her hand. I figured she must have been a mother, because she was great at multi tasking! The man on the woman’s face slid his thick prick into her mouth, while the man between her legs, thrust enthusiastically into her pussy. The other brother closed his eyes, as she tugged at his cock. The brother getting the blow job was the first to cum. He grunted, pulled out his cock and spurted semen all over her face. The man between the blonde’s legs, tensed up and yelled as he came in her pussy. While hand-job man, scrunched his face up and came over her hand.

The blonde stood up, dripping with sweat, and embraced the black men. I almost wanted to give her a round of applause for satisfying that trio. I looked around for Betsy and saw that she was in the middle of a threesome, with her boyfriend and a jet-black brother. Fred was getting blown, while Betsy was being pounded doggy style, by the dark-skinned brother. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, since her mouth was full of cock, but from her muffled groans, she seemed to be enjoying herself.  The brother slammed furiously at Betsy’s pasty white ass, then tensed up and groaned, as he came in her pussy. Meanwhile, Betsy’s tongue teased a sticky load out of Fred’s pale cock, which she gulped down.

I felt myself getting wet from watching all the sex going on around me, and determined I was going to have my share of dick that night. I spied a gorgeous, light-skinned man, who was strutting around naked. He was over 6 feet tall, had a buzz cut and a body that looked like it was carved from stone. He casually stroked his thick cock as he watched the action around him. I decided to talk to him.

“Hi, my name is Gloria,” I said, feeling odd as I introduced myself to a naked man with a jutting erection.

“Hi, I'm Donnie,” he said, with a slight grin.

“You have such a hot body! ” I blurted. I couldn't believe, I said something so forward, but the guy was standing buck naked in front of me.

“Well, thank you for the compliment,” he said pleasantly.

We chatted for a while and I tried to avoid staring at his rock-hard cock. Apparently, he was a firefighter, who also ran marathons, which probably explained his Adonis-like physique. After about 10 minutes of mindless blather, I cut the BS and said, “Wanna play?”

“Sure,” Donnie said, smiling. “I was wondering when you were going to ask.”

He grabbed my hand and led me to an empty bed. I dropped my skirt, and ripped off my bra and panties, eager to feel him inside me. Laying back on the bed, I spread my legs and Donnie climbed on top of me. We kissed passionately and he rubbed the tip of his dick around my wet pussy.

“God, don’t tease me,” I pleaded. “Give it to me!”

Donnie grinned and thrust deep into my pussy. I gasped, as I felt him fill up my cunt. He must have been the biggest I had ever been with. He worked his dick back and forth, as my pussy made sloppy sounds. I was so turned on, my groin felt like a swamp. As Donnie pounded me, I dug my fingers into his back and clasped my legs around his hips, drawing him closer. I felt a tingle of energy bubble up in my groin and spread through my body, until I exploded. I screamed loudly, as my pussy gushed. Donnie kept fucking and I soon felt his hot seed spatter inside me. I closed my eyes and caught my breath, my whole body tingling. Donnie rolled off me and was also panting hard. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that we had gathered a small crowd around the bed. We must have put on quite a performance.

But Donnie wasn’t done. He pulled me up on my knees and thrust into me from behind. He grabbed my long, black hair as he fucked me hard. As he pounded me, I couldn't believe that my pussy was beginning to pulse from another orgasm. That was almost back-to-back, this guy was a sex machine! I felt his balls slapping against my ass, as he fucked me, and he yanked my hair. He grabbed my tit with his free hand. Donnie eventually groaned and shot his load into me. I moaned loudly, and felt another orgasm shudder through my body.

Donnie and I must have had animal magnetism, because we fucked twice more that night. He bent me over a counter in the bathroom and did me from behind, as we stared into each other’s eyes in the reflection. Later, Donnie squatted over me and fucked my boobs, until he released a stream of warm cum over my chest and chin.

Some of the other soccer moms at the party got mad, because I monopolized Donnie’s attention, but we just clicked. As the party wound down, Betsy waved goodbye. Donnie and I found our clothes and left together. He walked me to my car, kissed me good night and promised to call me.

We talked on the phone and the Internet and actually got to know each other. It turned out, he was engaged to a girl who had gone away to college. So we decided to be friends with benefits. We went to the movies, went nightclubbing and of course, fucked like crazy. One night, Donnie told me to meet him at his firehouse, and I dressed up in his bunker gear and hat. I later screwed him in the firetruck, and after I rode his black pole, he let me slide down the fire pole. What a fun night!

We also attended Trapeze, one of Atlanta’s premiere swing clubs. Trapeze has a great setup, with a dining section, play areas, a dance floor and jacuzzis. Donnie and I had a wild time at the club, since he let me direct the action. He was built like a Greek god and always attracted the eyes of horny cougars. He also let me pick out the women, and direct how he fucked them. I would order him to fuck them hard, slow or tease them, until they begged to cum. Sometimes, I would grasp his cock and slap that dark monster against their pale faces. Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but it was a major turn on for me to be directing his powerful, black body, as he tortured white women.

Donnie had a physically demanding job and also stayed fit in his private life. This left him with a raging libido. So, he had no trouble fucking women I picked out, then banging me and making me gush like a fountain, at the end of the night. Even with our wild sex life and visits to the swing club, he was barely satisfied and would still call me asking for nude selfies and phone sex.

Unfortunately, the crazy sex came to an abrupt end. One night, Donnie called me and said his girlfriend had graduated. He announced they were getting married and moving to Texas. I was sad, but tried to understand. We had only been friends with benefits, and Donnie seemed to genuinely love this woman. I resigned myself to the fact that I would never get to enjoy Donnie’s dick again, but about a year later, I got a call. Donnie had returned to Atlanta for a friend’s wedding, and wanted to see me again. He said, his wife was vanilla and he needed wilder sex. I met him at his hotel and we spent the entire night fucking. He calls me when he’s in town and always asks for a rendezvous. Of course, I go. I know it’s bad, but good dick is hard to give up.

How I Came to Love BBC Part 1

Hello, my name is Patti and this is my sexual odyssey. I guess, you could call me a cougar. I am tall, toned, have perky breasts and shoulder-length silver, blonde hair. I am a gym fanatic and have always stayed in shape. I work in computer sales and I believe in working hard, and partying harder. That is how I met my husband, Marty. I was knocking back drinks at happy hour and started chatting with this tall, ruggedly handsome, blonde man. We shared a few drinks and struck up a conversation. Eventually, we dated for about a year. I loved Marty’s funny, happy go lucky attitude and we got married.

Unfortunately, Marty’s party lifestyle continued after we got married. I only partied on weekends, but Marty did it all-week long.  He also smoked, ate terribly and started packing on the pounds. This affected our sex life, which was great at first, but got worse as Marty sometimes couldn’t get it up from the booze. His gut didn’t help either, and after a while, I started insisting we fuck in the dark, so I wouldn’t have to see his glistening rolls of flesh. And even when he did get it up, the sex would only last a few minutes.

I found myself getting frustrated. I was 40, with a great body and raging libido, but had a husband who couldn’t keep up with me. I started going online to while away the time, and reconnected with Lisa, an old college drinking buddy, through Facebook. We started chatting online and sharing pictures. I noticed that many of Lisa’s Facebook pictures were shots of actors like Taye Diggs and Shemar Moore. She also had several pictures of her partying with black men, including loving pictures of a tall, dark-skinned man who seemed to be her present beau. Of course, I was curious about her preferences. One night we were chatting on the phone, and I probed her.

“So, what’s the deal with you and black guys?” I said. “Is that all you date?”

“Hell, yeah!” Lisa replied.

“Why?” I asked, intrigued.

Lisa laughed. “Well, I have slept with a lot of guys and most of the black ones I saw were bigger.  And the sex was good too. You know the saying, once you go black … Oh god, I’ve become Kim Kardashian!”

We both burst into peals of laughter over the phone. After I hung up, I crawled into bed next to Marty, who was snoring loudly. I guess the conversation had made me honry and curious. I reached for his dick and had a hard time finding it under his gut. I stroked it, but nothing happend. I pulled his cock out of his PJs and tried to suck it hard, but still got no reaction. Frustrated, I grabbed my vibrator and jerked off while fantasizing about Tyrese.

I kept up with Lisa online, and over the phone and, as women do, we often talked about our sex lives. She told me that she and Jeff, an officer in the Marine Corps, had a vigorous sex life. They had sex all over their house, in the car and even in the movie theater. Apparently, they rarely did it in bed. She also sent him naked selfies and had cam sex when he was stationed overseas. Lisa said he always made her cum and she was surprised that I didn’t usually have orgasms.

“Yeah, Jeff has an eight-inch dick and he knows how to use it,” she said matter of factly. “He has been stationed all over the world, and those hookers have taught him a thing or two. Sometimes, when he gets back from a tour, he fucks me so hard I can’t walk straight for days.”

I politely said, Marty and I were having problems and left it at that. I started wondering about all those stories I had heard about black men. There must be some truth to them. My father was an old-school, War War II vet, who had grown up during segregation. He had warned me to never bring home a black guy. One time, he told me that the myth about black men having large penises was not true.  

“I was in the service, showered with many of them, and I never saw it,” he had blustered. I wondered why dad had told me that. Was he scared I would find out the truth, and go over to the dark side? This only deepened my curiosity.

Eventually, Lisa and Jeff managed to stop screwing long enough to announce their wedding. Lisa asked me to be her maid of honor. At first, I dreaded the idea of buying an awful dress, and getting dragged into the whirlwind of a wedding. But, I decided I needed a break from my marital problems and cherished the chance to get away. Lisa’s wedding was being held at a resort in upstate New York, so that weekend I flew up to see the happy couple.

Lisa and Jeff picked me up at the airport in their Nissan Pathfinder. Lisa helped me with my bags and I got in the back seat. I was surprised to see a man who looked like a carbon copy of Jeff sitting there. Like Jeff, he was tall, dark-skinned, sported a buzz cut and had bulging muscles under a Marine Corps T-shirt.

“Hi, I’m Jason,” he said pleasantly and shook my hand.

“Lisa, you didn’t tell me that Jeff was a twin,” I said.

“Yeah, they were born a minute apart,” said Lisa, from the front seat.

She shouted back at Jason, “Jay, you better be nice to Patti, she’s like my sister.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure that she’s taken care of right,” Jason said, flashing pearly-white teeth in a seductive smile.  

I noticed his dark brown eyes linger on my tanned legs that were peeking out from my black minidress. I felt a spark of sexual tension between us. I crossed my legs and played with my hair.

“I’m sure it will be fun getting to know everyone,” I said, trying not to get flustered. In reality, my mind was going a mile a minute. Was he interested in me? Was he as lusty as his brother? Was he hung too? After all, they were identical twins. I reminded myself I was a married woman. But, my marriage was on the rocks and my pussy hungered for a hard cock that could bring me to an orgasm. I had been neglected for too long.

Lisa prattled on about her wedding on the short drive to the resort. I was only half-paying attention. My mind was wondering what Jason’s body looked like under that T-shirt and jeans. We pulled up at the resort, and Jason helped me to my room with my bags. I had a large suitcase, but he seemed to handle it effortly.

We gathered with the rest of the wedding party for a rehearsal dinner. I was seated next to Jason at the table. He told me he flew Apache attack helicopters and had served in Iraq and Afghanistan. Apparently, he came from a long line of Marines. His father had fought in Vietnam and his grandfather had fought in World Word II. Jason said, he was also thinking about getting his master’s degree after he got out of the service.

I was fascinated that there was more to him that muscles and good looks, but I barely paid attention. My leg brushed up against his under the table and I felt that spark again. My pussy began to tingle and, right then and there, I knew I was going to fuck him.

The rehearsal party broke up and some of the guests trickled into the resort bar, which also featured a small dance floor. Jason grabbed my hand and begged me to dance. Since the DJ was playing some contemporary hits, I joined him. I loved to dance but Marty hated it, so it had been ages since I had partied. Jason turned out to be a good dancer and he was putting me to shame. But I didn’t care, I was having fun! The DJ put on a slow jam. Jason pressed his muscled body against mine and I felt every inch of him through my thin dress. As our bodies swayed together, I felt his large bulge pushing against my groin. I noticed juice leak out of my pussy and trickle down my thigh.

As the night dragged on, and the drinks flowed, I began to hunger for him. When the bar closed, I practically dragged him back to my room. I pulled him up against me, as we kissed in front of my door. Jason had thick lips that were much bigger than Marty’s and just made for smooching. We kissed and sucked on each other for ages, before I fumbled for my key card and opened the door. I dragged him inside.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” I whispered in his ear.

Jason was tipsy, but still lucid. “Aren’t you married?” he said cautiously.

I grabbed the bulge in his pants.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” I said, seductively.

I unzipped my dress and dropped it to the floor. I ripped off my white, lace panties and shrugged off my bra. I embraced Jason with my naked body.

“You know you want me,” I cooed. I couldn’t believe I was being so forward. But it had been such a long time since I had been fucked good, I was willing to beg for it. I reached into his pants and gripped his long shaft. It felt huge.

“Oh my!” I said, my eyes growing wide. It turns out that Jeff and Jason were identical!

I yanked down his pants and he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. We stood naked in the moonlight, admiring each other’s bodies before we attacked each other like ravenous animals. We kissed and Jason carried me to the bed. Without saying a word, he pushed me on all fours. I felt him slide a large finger into my pussy. Satisfied I was slick enough, he nudged his dick against my pussy lips and thrust into me. I gasped, as he filled me, I hadn’t been penetrated that deeply in a while.  

He stopped and said, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I said. “Just give me that black dick.”

He thrust hard against me and I felt his balls smack against my ass. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back.

“Oh yeah, take that dick,” he muttered.

“Yeah, yeah give it me,” I whimpered. He was deep in my womb. He slammed me harder and I felt sparks of energy flickering up my body.

“Oh God,” I cried. “I’m cumming.” I let go and felt a wave of familiar pleasure flood my body. My pussy trembled and my hips bucked. Jason gripped my hair and I heard him groan and shoot a load of hot cum into me. He pulled out and we lay panting in the dark.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” I said, stunned at what I had done. I had acted like a cock-hungry slut, who was begging to be fucked.

Jason laughed. “Looked like you needed it pretty bad,” he said.

“You don’t think I am a slut, do you?” I said. “It was just with the booze and the dancing, I got carried away. And it’s been so long ...”

He silenced with me a kiss. “Hey, sometimes these thing happen.”

I broke away from him and grabbed his cock. My small hand barely fit around it. He quickly got hard. I was eager to feel him inside me again. I pushed him on his back.

“I want to try some more of this,” I said, climbing onto his hips. I eased my pussy slowly onto his dick. I felt engorged by him. I gasped as I got used to his size, then started to slide my pussy, back and forth. Jason grunted in appreciation and reached up and squeezed my boobs as I rode him. I was struck by how erotic the sight of his dark hands against my white boobs looked. I continued to ride his big, black cock. It felt so good, I wished I could have stayed there forever. Jason was panting hard.

“Patti, you look beautiful,” he moaned.

He grunted, shut his eyes and I felt a jet of cum spurt into my cunt. That set me off. I threw my head back, let out a piercing cry and gushed all over Jason’s groin. I couldn’t believe it, I just squirted! I had never done that in all my years of marriage.

“Damn, girl!” laughed Jason, dripping with my juices. “It looks like you turned on a hose.”

I lay on the bed, too drained to talk. My whole body tingled. I had broken my marriage vows with a man I had just met, but instead of feeling guilty, I felt exhilarated. I wanted to do it again. Jason slipped into the bathroom to dry off. When he got back, he started gathering his clothes, which were strewn around the room.

“Where are you going?” I asked, as I lay on the bed.

Jason smiled sheepishly, “We both need to rest,” he said. “We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. I get the impression that you could go all night. Plus, I can’t be seen coming out of your room, you’re married.”

He kissed me lightly on the lips and left. I touched my aching pussy. He had just left, but my kitty already missed him. I was happy, but also frustrated. Why hadn’t someone told me this before? If black men fucked like this, I had been wasting my time screwing white guys. I fingered my cilit, and thought of Jason and his thick cock, until I came. That was the only way I would get any sleep that night.

The next day was spent getting Lisa ready for the wedding. With her petite frame and brunette hair, she looked radiant in her wedding dress. I primped in the mirror and put on a pink silk dress. Bridesmaids are not supposed to outdo the bride, but I still wanted to look good for Jason.

As I helped Lisa with her make up, she said, “I hope Jason has been treating you well?”

“Oh, yeah,” I answered vaguely. “We’ve been having a great time.”

Lisa eyed me, but said nothing. I think she suspected something was going on, but she left it alone.

The wedding flew by. Jeff and Jason looked dashing in their Marine Corps uniforms, and their dad, who was a retired captain, also wore his old uniform. I had never been to a “black wedding” but it was so much fun. After the lake service, there was a lot of dancing and revelry and people doing the electric slide. During the ceremony, Jason and I had stolen furtive glances and I felt that tingle again when we escorted each other down the aisle. My panties were damp, knowing that my pussy was going to get worked over later that night. The revelry on the dance floor gave Jason and I an excuse to get close and we spent the whole night dancing together. I enjoyed pressing against him as the DJ spun Luther Vandross and Keith Sweat hits.

Finally, Jason and I managed to steal away.  He dragged me into an empty bathroom and we locked ourselves in a stall. Jason dropped to his knee, lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. And there, in his full uniform, ate my pussy to his heart’s delight. He lapped away at my cunt before parting my lips and tongue fucking me. Jason clamped his thick lips over my clit and sucked hard. I gasped and had to steady myself against the wall, it felt like he was sucking the life out of me. My mouth formed an O, but nothing came out. My body shook as Jason made me squirt all over his face and uniform. We cleaned up and returned to the wedding party. I was embarrassed that people would notice Jason’s uniform was soaked in my cum, but the wedding goers were having too much fun to pay attention. My panties were so sodden, I ditched them in a trash can and went commando for the rest of the night.

The party dragged on until the early morning. I spent most of the night entwined with Jason, dreaming of the moment when we could steal away and resume our lovemaking. Finally, when the moment was right, we hurried to my room and tore off our clothes. Jason was barely in the room before I dragged off his uniform pants and had his cock in my mouth. I sucked and licked his huge prick and even tried to deepthroat him. I was rewarded with a huge gob of cum which he shot into my mouth. I tried to swallow as best I could, but some of it dribbled down my chin. I scooped it up with my finger and licked it clean.

Feeling aggressive, I grabbed Jason’s dick and dragged him to the bed. I pulled him on top of me and spread my legs wide.

“I have been going crazy for you all day,” I begged. “Please give me that dick.”

I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth! I had turned into a total cock slut! Could black dick do that to you? Jason didn’t seemed to mind. He lay down on top of me and fed his cock into my dripping pussy. I groaned as he eased his dick into me.

“Oh God,” I whispered, remembering how he felt.

Jason lifted my legs, hooked them over his broad, black shoulders and pounded away at my cunt. My head thrashed from side-to-side as the ecstasy built up in my groin. I had waited all day for this feeling and wanted to savor the moment. But I couldn't hold back any longer, I groaned loudly, dug my fingers into Jason’s back and came hard.

We spent the rest of the night making wild, noisy, sweaty love. I howled up a storm, as I came three times and even drew some annoyed bangs on the wall from the neighbors. Jason finally escaped from my clutches at about four in the morning. It was a good thing too, because if he hadn’t left, I would have fucked him dry.

The next morning, I avoided the dirty looks from neighbors and joined the wedding party at breakfast. I wore dark sunglasses and pretended I was hungover. But, in truth I was worn out because I had been fucking all night and had only got two hours of sleep. Jason, the poor guy, looked fatigued too. We shot pleased glances at each other, as we munched on scrambled eggs and sipped orange juice. After breakfast, Jason drove me to the airport. We embraced for a long time and exchanged numbers. I couldn’t wait to see him again.

When I got back home, I knew everything had changed. I didn’t want to stay in an unfulfilling marriage and be a cheating wife. I soon moved out of the house and filed for divorce. I knew exactly what I was going to do. I had spent the the last 40 years of my life avoiding black men, but not anymore. I now loved BBC, and didn’t care if the whole world knew it.

Threesome at the Ski Lodge

When I announced that was I was moving to Utah to pursue a research fellowship, people looked at me like I was crazy. I had just graduated from Howard University with a master’s degree in microbiology and began desperately sending out job applications. One day I got an email from a Utah state university saying they had considered my application and wanted to offer me a research fellowship.

I was a little wary about going to Utah. All I knew about the state was that it was run by Mormons and there weren’t many black people. But I didn’t have any other job offers, so I sold my things, packed up my Acura and drove cross-country to Utah.

The university helped me find an apartment and I soon settled into a routine of driving to work and laboring through experiments in the lab. It was a bit of a culture shock moving from D.C., chocolate city, to a predominately white Utah college town. There were hardly any black people and there were no black night clubs or churches. I didn’t join the Mormon church, even though I had plenty of offers, so that opportunity wasn’t open for social activities. I decided to stick with the Baptist church.

I got an up close and personal look at Mormons. For the most part, they seemed like genuinely nice people. Many were drawn in by the traditional culture which was focused on big families and stay-at-home moms. I could see how people were attracted to it. It was appealing, if you ignored some of the stranger aspects, such as the holy underwear and the part where you get a planet when you die.

Even though the Mormon church has a reputation for being conservative, not all the members of the Church of Latter Day Saints were actual saints. I heard stories of Mormon girls getting buck wild, a few months before they got married. They wanted to sow their wild oats before they settled down and became dutiful wives. Of course, they usually chose non-Mormon partners, so the community wouldn’t find out. And even though polygamy had been outlawed, some Mormon men had mistresses which were tolerated by their wives.

Since I didn’t want to get involved in the Mormon church, I started looking for other activities to keep me busy when I wasn’t working. The university had a program where they offered discounts at a local ski lodge. Now skiing is like skydiving, one of those things that black people don’t do. When my coworkers asked me to join them on a ski trip, they couldn’t believe it when I told them I had never skied before. One weekend, I was bored out of my mind and decided to take them up on their offer.

I went to a sports shop and bought the necessary equipment, jacket, pants, gloves, skis, and headed out. The lodge was up in the mountains surrounded by tall fir trees.  It also featured a hotel, bar and coffee shop. It was very idyllic and I was glad to get out of the city and experience nature. I got an instructor and took some beginner’s classes and was soon zipping around the slopes having a grand old time. Now Utah was always white bread, but on the ski slopes I was literally the only brother there. I was like a chocolate drop in a sea of milk.

When it got dark people retreated to the bar where there was plenty of drinking and flirtatious behavior. People were on vacation so they wanted to let their hair down. And with the snow-white hills and moonlight, the lodge could be very romantic.

One night I was drinking alone in the bar, when I struck up a conversation with an older couple. The man had white hair and glasses, and the woman had curly, silver hair and wrinkles. She must have been 60, but still had a nice rack, which must have been fake.

The couple were friendly and asked me where I was from and how I came to be in Utah.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” said the wife. “We don’t get to meet many black people around here.”

We had a great time getting to know each other. I noticed the wife was inching closer to me at the bar, but thought nothing of it.

Finally, the husband said, “Well, we’re heading up to our room, would you like to join us?”

“Join you?” I asked, confused. “For a late-night drink?”

“Yeah,” said the man. “A drink and maybe we can see where it goes from there? My wife has never been with a black man before.”

His wife eyed me like a starving dog.

I was dumbfounded! They had been hitting on me all along and wanted a threesome. Now, I had my share of pussy at frat parties, but had never been approached for a threesome, especially by a husband. I was flustered, so I made a lame excuse, finished my drink and left the bar. I may have been horny, but GILFs have never done it for me. As I left, the wife looked forlorn. I guess she had genuinely hoped she was going to get some BBC that night.

Ironically, this wasn’t the first time it happened to me. I was approached by several couples looking to hook up with black men at the lodge. Apparently, the scarcity of black men had made us exotic and in high demand. I did some reading online and learned there were underground swingers' groups in Utah. This backlash seems to have come in rebellion against the Mormon church, which essentially tries to suppress sexuality, especially among women.

One night, I was at the lodge and hankering for some hot chocolate. They had a Starbucks which was tastefully decorated like a lounge. It featured throw rugs, comfy couches and a roaring fireplace. The shop was essentially empty except for a couple of middle-aged cougars, who were dressed in college sweatshirts and jeans. One of them was tall, bronzed and had shoulder-length brown hair. The other was shorter, curvy and had a blonde bob. They were no spring chickens, but they both looked doable.

The cougars came over to the couches and asked if they could sit with me. Since I was the only person in the shop, I said yes.

The brunette introduced herself. “Hi, my name is Belinda, and this is Joy.”

The blonde waved.

“My name is Greg,” I said being friendly. “I noticed that you guys were wearing college sweatshirts. Is that where you went to school?”

“No,” said Joy, looking at me over a mug of coffee. “That’s where we teach. We’re professors.”

I told them I was a research assistant at a local state university.

“So how did a fine, strapping man, such as yourself, come to be at a ski lodge all alone?” asked Belinda, eyeing me.

“Well, it’s kinda hard for a black guy to date in Utah,” I replied.

I was getting an idea of where this conversation was headed. But the two cougars weren’t bad looking, so I played along.

“I can’t believe that a guy as handsome as you is here by himself,” Joy said, a little too eagerly.

 

They asked about going to school in D.C, and I asked what courses they taught. We were having a fine time.

“So, are you two Mormon?” I asked.

“This is Utah, almost everyone here is a Mormon,” said Belinda, with a sly grin. “But, that doesn’t mean we take it seriously. Sometimes I don’t even go to church.”

Joy piped up and said. “You know this has been so much fun. You are the coolest person we have met since we got here.”

By now she was sitting in a chair next to me.

She stood up. “You don’t mind if I sit in your lap, do you? Some guys say I am too heavy.”

She had wide hips, which were kind of big for a white girl, but perfect for a brother. I wondered what her ass looked like under those jeans.

“Sure,” I said, grinning. “I don’t have a problem.”

She sat on my lap and nestled her butt into my crotch. I felt myself growing hard as my dick strained against my boxer’s shorts and jeans. Joy wiggled her butt around and played with my ear. I’m sure she must have felt my boner.

Belinda was looking at us and smiling like the Cheshire cat.

“Let’s take this up to our room,” she suggested. We grabbed our drinks and went up to their room. I sat on a couch, while Joy cuddled next to me and Belinda lay on the bed. We enjoyed our drinks as snow fell outside.

“So, Greg,” Belinda said. “Do you like older, white women?”

“Sure,” I answered.

“That’s good, because neither of us has been with a black man before,” Joy said shyly.

Belinda and Joy stood.

“Greg, let’s play a game,” Belinda said. “We want you to judge who has the best breasts.”

They pulled off their sweatshirts and unhooked their bras. I was presented with two sets of breasts. Belinda’s were smaller and perkier, while Joy had large, low-hanging, natural boobs.

“I think they both look beautiful,” I said, diplomatically.

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” said Belinda. She walked towards me and slipped her breast in my mouth. “You deserve a reward.”

I sucked and nursed on Belinda’s breast and felt the nipple stand up. I caught it between my teeth and bit it gently.

“Oooh, that feels so good,” Belinda moaned.

Joy had got on her knees and spread my legs.

“I want to see that big, black cock,” she purred. She unzipped my pants and reached inside my boxer’s. I felt her grasp my dick and yank it out.

“Ooh, that’s a nice one,” she said, admiringly.  She bent down and covered the tip of my dick with her mouth. I couldn’t believe it. I was in the middle of a threesome with a boob in my mouth and a mouth on my dick. I had only seen this kind of action in porn movies.

The room was quiet apart from groaning and sucking sounds as we pleasured each other. Belinda was throwing her head back and trying to cram more of her breast into my mouth. By the way she was moaning, I wondered if she was one of those women who could cum from breast action alone. Joy was taking her time sucking, slurping and licking my dick. She was a very talented woman. I gave her an A plus in dick sucking.

I felt a bulge of pressure in my groin as I got closer to an orgasm. I pulled my mouth off Belinda’s boob and yelled,“I am gonna blow!”

“Don’t worry,” Belinda said. “Cum in her mouth, give her that black man juice.”

I grunted and shot a load into Joy. I watched her cheeks bulge as my cum filled her mouth. She stood up from me, and kissed Belinda, pouring my cum into her open mouth. My dick got hard again just from watching that nasty act!

Belinda swallowed, wiped her mouth and smiled at me.

“Now I want to feel that big, black cock in my ass,” she said.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. Anal sex was something I liked, but it was rare to find women who were into it. Belinda dug out some lube and got on all fours on the bed. I poured a gob on to my hand and smothered my cock. I also massaged some into Belinda’s asshole. I stuck a finger into Belinda’s butt and wiggled it around.

“That feels good, Greg. But I want your cock,” said Belinda, lustily.

I got behind her and eased my cock slowly into her ass. She was nice and tight back there. I stopped with my dick halfway in and began to work it back and forth. Belinda seemed to love the attention her ass was getting. She closed her eyes as I reamed her ass and her hands clenched the sheets.

“Oh yeah, right there,” she howled. “Fuck my ass with your big, black cock!”

I quickened the pace and sunk my cock further into her ass until I was balls deep. Joy decided to get in on the action by fondling my balls and sucking my neck. Belinda started to make guttural noises as she got closer to her climax. She thumbed her clit and I felt her pussy pulse as it was wracked with an orgasm. I lost control and pumped several spurts of cum into her ass.

Feeling spent, I eased my dick out of Belinda’s ass, which was slippery with cum and lube. Joy wasn't finished, she bent over and cleaned the cum, lube and ass juice off my dick with her mouth. I was shocked! I had always been freaked out when I saw this act in porn movies, but I never imagined I would see a woman perform it on me -- especially a demure, Mormon college professor.

I stepped into the bathroom to clean up. When I got out, the woman where kneeling on the bed and smiling at me. Somehow they had managed to come up with a can of whipped cream.

“Time for dessert,” said Belinda, with an evil grin. These women were as kinky as hell! After what I had just witnessed, who knows what they were capable of?

I stepped closer to the bed. Joy grasped my cock and stroked it until it got hard. Belinda, ever the ring leader, sprayed my cock with whipped cream leaving a large gob on the tip. I felt like a cake.

“You’re our chocolate sundae,” said Joy, with a laugh.

The women slowly licked the whipped cream off my dick, enjoyed the sweet taste and my hardness. They stroked my cock back and forth and licked my balls. I couldn’t hold back much longer under the onslaught of their tongues and I announced I was going to cum. They opened their mouths and held up their breasts as I pumped my dick and sprayed their slick faces with cum.

I fell face down on the bed exhausted. The women let me rest for a while, but after a few minutes, I started to feel them playing with my ass. They flipped me over and got me hard again.

“Ladies, I'm tired. I'm not a machine,” I protested.

“Just lie there,” said Joy, with a hungry look in her eye.

“All we need is this,” she said gripping my dick.

I lay back and watched Joy climb on my dick and ride me like a bucking bronco. Belinda stroked her hair and patted her back as she ground her way to another shuddering climax. Joy rolled off me and then Belinda rode me until she came with another screaming orgasm. Believe it or not, they managed to coax another orgasm out of my bruised cock. I was beginning to feel like a talking vibrator and I secretly liked the way they were using me.

Thankfully, the women seemed to be satisfied after that. They curled up in each others arms and drifted off to sleep. I grabbed my clothes and returned to my room eager to get some rest. We stayed in touch and often hook up after a day on the slopes. Who knew skiing could be so much fun?