"Please, call me Jack," I smiled, "and please pardon my amazement; but why should you have such a fear? I mean… well, it isn't exactly a secret that you don't lead a celibate life."
"You don't understand. My intended husband is white and I am black!" she hissed.
Yes, Anna was black, very black. Somehow this had always enhanced her sensual appeal to me.
Wild images of those black, satiny thighs slowly spreading wide had played the devil with my cock more than once. Somehow it made the idea of fucking more savage and wild. Now, finally, those dreams could be real. Again, the familiar swelling in my pants was accompanied by a quickening of my pulse and a tingling sensation of raw lust in my loins.
"Why does skin color affect you that way?" I asked calmly. "I would have supposed such prejudice was a one-way street."
She chuckled bitterly. "Oh no, Jack. Not so! The color of a male face, arm, leg, any part you want to name, doesn't make me flinch in the least. But a white man's penis is another matter. I get deathly ill when I have even attempted to jack off a white man. I hope the vulgarism doesn't shock you."
"A perfectly good vulgarism, and under the circumstances quite mild when you find out my intentions as to your treatment. Honey, you'll be spitting out a lot grosser stuff than 'jack-off," I grinned in reply. "But, why haven't you gone to a shrink? Your problem is mental, baby, not physical."
She nodded and held out her glass. "Quite true, Jack, but I haven't the time. I need a quick cure. One that is permanent and will make me ready to fuck my husband without the least hesitation. A shrink can't accomplish that. I know because I asked one. He told me it would take my husband's cooperation. Can't you see that? Hey, hubby, I love your mind, your kindness; everything. But you're gonna have to help me to learn to love your white cock!" She was right of course! The poor bastard would take the first plane East.
"You don't shy away from a black cock, baby. I saw a picture of you and Jason… what's his name… and five will getcha ten he's hung like a bull," I stated.
"Right on Jack, honey, like a goddamned bull. And he knows how to use it, too," she chuckled. "Make's my pussy wet just thinking about it."
"How far have you ever gone with a white man, Anna?"
"Why?"
"Just answer the question, my black sex-pot I'm the sex expert. OK?"
"Yeah…OK… you're some dude all right. I like you! As a matter-of-fact my pussy is kinda throbbing just listening to you," she said in that husky voice. "How far have I ever got? Let's see? Hmmmm… come to think of it, not very far. I'll be damned!"
"How about your husband-to-be?" I asked. "Surely…"
"No!" she cut in. "He's from the old school. Before marriage a goodnight kiss is all that gets done."
"So, you have never gotten in bed with a white man; progressed to the point of getting really turned on?" I kept at her.
She looked at me in frank amazement. "You're a goddamned genius, baby. How the hell did you know that, when I didn't realize it myself?"
"Shot in the dark," I chuckled. "No pun intended. A very simple deduction, actually. If you've had this repulsion since childhood, there was really nothing more natural than not allowing a situation to develop to that point. Protective reflex; something like that, dig?"
"Of course, but how does that help?" she asked. Hope and faith in me literally oozed from her tone.
"You said white cocks scare and repulse you, but no other part has that effect?"
She nodded affirmative.
"Baby, what if I made love to you, but I didn't ever expose my penis?" It was a shocker question but she fielded it with ease.
"WOW! Hey lover, no sweat. But remember, no penis."
"Hit the shower, you black sex-pot; I'll join you and wash your back," I ordered, pulled her up, drew her voluptuous body against mine and captured the thick sensual softness of her full wild lips with mine. Her mouth opened immediately and sucked my tongue deep into her mouth. My cock was ready to rip through my slacks.
She felt it swell against the soft swell of her large mons and pulled away. "Honey, I sure wish that thing was black. I'd never let it go." With that, she walked into the bathroom, swinging those enormous black butt cheeks in deliberate lustful motions.
As I heard the shower splash, I whipped off my clothes, then searched my dresser drawers for something I hadn't worn in ages. I found it. As I slipped on the jock-strap I grinned. It was funny, if viewed a certain way. I'd never worn it to hide my cock from a lovely cunt I hoped to fuck. Quite the opposite. A date I wanted to lay could always count on feeling my rigid organ, through my pants, by the end of the second slow dance.
Opening the bathroom door, I made my way through the steamy fog and slipped into the shower. "Hi, you funky black cunt!"
She immediately glanced down. "Whew! You had me nervous for a minute. That's pretty clever for a white dude!" Her eyes scanned the rest of my frame with candid lust. "Hmmm… if I wasn't so hung up on…" She didn't finish her speculation. Instead she handed me the soap. "Wash my black body, lover."
Very funny! That black body had made her wealthy. And what a body it was!!
Clothed, she was sexy; naked, she was a wet dream come true. As I soaped her black back, the white suds made a startling contrast to the wet, cool-black velvet of her skin. I'd never felt such softness, such pure sensuality. Firm, yet so resilient it seemed to mold itself to my fingers like living clay. Her enormous firm breasts jutted proudly from her lean, muscular torso like black mountains. As my fingers massaged the soap over them, the black nipples sprang erect in my palms.
"Mmmm… that's nice, baby. Mama's tits love a good pair of hands," she sighed huskily, and made the huge black mounds sway under my caress. "Yes, yes… baby… good hands."
Her whole body commenced to sway from the sensations being generated by my manual caresses on her black breasts. Maintaining the manipulation of her ripe black melons with my left hand, I let my right hand roam over the rest of her splendid black body; over a lean, resiliently contoured stomach, down across the firm, smooth swell of a matchless belly to a thick, crinkly bush of kinky pubic hair.
Unlike the more softly textured pubic hair of Caucasian females, the super-curled feel of Anna's pubic thatch felt strange, yet very erotic. Suddenly my fingers encountered two very firm, thick lips completely devoid of hair.
"That's it, honey," she murmured softly, "that's where the action is… mmmm… sure sure wish white cocks felt like white fingers… Don't stop, honey, mama's beginning to get it on
… yeah… oh yeah…" Her thighs opened slightly, allowing my fingers easier passage into the secrets of her thick, firm cunt lips. Her firm, full butt cheeks began to sway and undulate, pressing against my thighs and the hard bulge of my jock-enclosed cock. Very few white cunts have such firm, resilient buttocks, and the sensation was making my balls tingle with lust.
But the main cause was Anna's fantastic cunt! Even with my unusually varied exposure to cunts, I was experiencing new sensations. A black cunt is definitely different. Like, it's much hotter; or at least seems to be. As my fingertips explored the succulent furrow further, they found the clitoral shaft. It was thick, firmly resilient, and throbbed like hell. Running my fingers down this turgid shaft, I found the bauble of her clitoris. I 'could hardly massage it due to the viscous-super-slick coating of cunt juice covering the marble-sized pip. As I tried, Anna gasped with pleasure and undulated her cunt against my rolling caress.
"Mmmm… Lord… ohhh… yes, yes… Don't dare stop, mama's really coming up the stairs… there… yes… ohhhh GOD!"
"Hey, you black she-devil," I croaked huskily, "you're getting your jollies but ole Jack's developing a big, big problem. Let's back off; dry off and adjourn to the main arena."