Jill22
Active Member
My Story. PT 1.
A little over three years ago I was returning home one dark night from evening classes, when I had a bad encounter with three white men in the street, close to home. It was soon obvious that robbery was not all they had in mind and that I was in real trouble. I was fighting them when a black man suddenly arrived and a fight broke out in which the white guys did badly. Two of them were in a mess as they ran away. I was a mess in another way as I shook from shock.
My rescuer was Carl, and he was a take charge kind of guy. He helped me the short distance to were I lived with my parents, and he explained my appearance and distressed condition. I remember giving him a limp handshake and a ‘thanks’ before he left, and I heard him dismiss his part in my rescue as ‘nothing’.
I stayed home the next day as did my mother, and eventually the full extent of what could have been came home to me. My mother suggested that we thanked Carl properly for his daring rescue, but I realised that I had no idea where he lived. I had never seen him before as far as I could remember. Luckily, mum had asked him for details and she had his address and telephone number, and she had discovered that he was a self-employed builder, who was divorced and lived alone in a small flat nearby. She called his mobile number and asked him if he would like to come round for a home cooked meal with us instead of his usual take away food. Mum smiled at me and rang off before she told me he would like to call round and see how I was feeling.
I greeted Carl at our door with a shy smile. He said how lovely I looked, in fact, good enough to eat! I blushed deeply, but he kissed me on the head, and patted my ass before he said lead on sister!
Carl was pleased to be asked if he would like seconds and his plate soon emptied! It appeared like he had not been fed for a week! He liked my mother’s stew very much and it showed.
Carl sat with me and he chatted freely with us all. He had no reservations as he told us about his divorce, and how his inherited business had been swallowed by his ex-wife. His mother and father were in their late fifties and he was thirty nine. Before he left, he asked my father if he would mind if he asked me for a date! Dad was surprised and a bit flustered, and agreed. Mum smiled and just nodded. Then he asked me there and then. I readily agreed. Carl was six foot four, very muscular, strong and with a handsome face. I saw him out after he cleared away the dishes and helped mother to dry them.
At our front door He held me and kissed me deeply, his tongue in my mouth and his hands on has ass pulling me to him. I could feel his cock on my belly and it felt huge. He trapped my tongue and sucked it… for ages. I swallowed lots of his saliva and his work on my ass cheeks made my pussy leak shamelessly into my panties. His masculine presence was so dominant and exciting; I had trouble keeping on tiptoes to kiss him because my legs shook and trembled. With a kiss on my nose and forehead, he departed after shouting ‘bye’ to my parents. I had to collect myself before I went back into our living room, and mum smiled at me and said: ‘that seemed to go well Jill’. ‘Mmm, it did was the only thing that I could say!
That night in bed I relived Carl’s hands on my ass and those wonderful kisses. I had to let my hand stray to my pussy to rub my clit as well. I had never felt this way with any of my white boyfriends... ever.
My date began with another long kiss on tiptoes! I looked up to Carl in more ways than one! We had a drink, during which he massaged my leg and thigh, as well as my ass! I melted in his presence, and soon realised that being with an experienced man was one key element that I had missed with my white boyfriends. They were just lads with small cocks, and all of them came really quickly. One even came the moment his cock brushed my inner thigh, showering his come on my dress, panties and the wall I had back up to. I was soon to discover that this era was over.
‘Grab your purse girl, lets go’ signalled to me we were going somewhere. On the street, I was walking at a pace in excess of my rate in high heel shoes, so I had to skip along at times. All Carl did was to smiles at my predicament… men! He made me laugh when he commented that he loved to see my leg definition and my ass working the rear of my thigh length black dress. A very tall man with a five foot three woman, we drew a few glances, or was that our racial mix?
He took me to his place, with me pleased to slow down and draw breath. As the door closed, he was kissing me and sucking my tongue deeply. His hands were on my ass, now lifting me up from the floor, so I had to hold on round his neck to keep up with him. As I slid up his body his big package made its presence known. When he put me down, he turned me round to handle my tits and rub his cock on my ass. Kissing my neck, and licking my ears got me very relaxed and ready for more. He whispered in my ear. ‘Its time for cock girl’. I was really ready by now, so he picked me up and carried me to his bed.
I was told: ‘lose the clothes’, and I did. My panties were full of wet woman aroma and he commented on it. ‘Creamy cunt... smells so good Jill’. I flushed to hear him tell me liked my creamy cunt’ a way no man had ever spoken to me before. I liked to hear his words of approval under his intense gaze, and looked down and back to him. He then dropped his pants, and into my view swung a hugely thick cock. I guessed it was about nine inches long, but it was incredibly thick and crisscrossed with huge veins. The sperm tube on its underside was as thick as one of my fingers.
I recall putting my hand to my mouth in shock then looking at his face. He knew what I was thinking as he read my fear and surprise. He also knew it was time to act, so before I could do anything, he put me on my back on his bed, clambered between my legs and to prevent me looking down he came over me to kiss me. He helped his cockhead into my cunt, and pushed it in slowly but progressively. It’s impossible to describe how he filled me in words, but I was amazed he had pushed in all the way, and hadn’t come in the process. His cock touched my cervix and he rotated his hips and rubbed his huge eye to my cervix. No man had ever done that to me before, and it made me come like a crazy woman. I could feel my belly rippling as my womb cried out in a silent response to being ‘kissed’ by Carl’s cockhead.
I was filled and pumped by his cock for about forty minutes with slow but powerful plunges. His stamina proved to be remarkable; a total revelation. He gave me a huge hickey on my neck as he pinned me down at my arms and with his legs hooked over mine. I was his and he knew it. No going back, not that I wanted to. He rumbled deeply in his body, the sound a real man rutting his female, and absorbed in his task. I had so many orgasms; I lost count in the heat of the moment.
When the time came for him to come, his grunts became deeper and more primal. He pushed home one last time to kiss my cervix, where he stayed motionless, and released pulse after pulse of thick seed right into my womb. I lost it! Yelled like a crazy woman, and pulled him to me with my legs crossed over his body, and my finger nails buried deep into his ass cheeks. He collapsed on me as he just let out a final moan.
I had to pee. I was so sore, and no sign of Carls seed leaking out so far. Slowly it emerged as I walked around and I looked for my panties ready to go home. Carl told me he was keeping them, and not to bother wearing any in future! He walked me home, and I could feel his seed slowly run down my inner thighs all the way. I felt extra sore now, but I felt so good it didn’t matter.
I moved in with him inside the week. I was having sex twice a day, and I loved it. I was needy for it to be honest, something else that was new to me. I liked to just look at his cock, see it grow, and them suck it. I discovered what he liked and I wore it. He liked ultra low rise pants and Jeans, and garter belts and stockings. Feeding your mans likes has many rewards!
Learning what black culture was about took me some time making many discoveries along the way. For this I have my husband’s father to thank, Carl senior or Pop. I was asked to call my husband Daddy as a sign of respect, and I do. I suppose that some on this forum will laugh at me for this as a dumb bitch, but I don’t care. It is part of me now and always will be. In my next post I will tell you how I came to share with Pop, and start another chapter in my life.
A little over three years ago I was returning home one dark night from evening classes, when I had a bad encounter with three white men in the street, close to home. It was soon obvious that robbery was not all they had in mind and that I was in real trouble. I was fighting them when a black man suddenly arrived and a fight broke out in which the white guys did badly. Two of them were in a mess as they ran away. I was a mess in another way as I shook from shock.
My rescuer was Carl, and he was a take charge kind of guy. He helped me the short distance to were I lived with my parents, and he explained my appearance and distressed condition. I remember giving him a limp handshake and a ‘thanks’ before he left, and I heard him dismiss his part in my rescue as ‘nothing’.
I stayed home the next day as did my mother, and eventually the full extent of what could have been came home to me. My mother suggested that we thanked Carl properly for his daring rescue, but I realised that I had no idea where he lived. I had never seen him before as far as I could remember. Luckily, mum had asked him for details and she had his address and telephone number, and she had discovered that he was a self-employed builder, who was divorced and lived alone in a small flat nearby. She called his mobile number and asked him if he would like to come round for a home cooked meal with us instead of his usual take away food. Mum smiled at me and rang off before she told me he would like to call round and see how I was feeling.
I greeted Carl at our door with a shy smile. He said how lovely I looked, in fact, good enough to eat! I blushed deeply, but he kissed me on the head, and patted my ass before he said lead on sister!
Carl was pleased to be asked if he would like seconds and his plate soon emptied! It appeared like he had not been fed for a week! He liked my mother’s stew very much and it showed.
Carl sat with me and he chatted freely with us all. He had no reservations as he told us about his divorce, and how his inherited business had been swallowed by his ex-wife. His mother and father were in their late fifties and he was thirty nine. Before he left, he asked my father if he would mind if he asked me for a date! Dad was surprised and a bit flustered, and agreed. Mum smiled and just nodded. Then he asked me there and then. I readily agreed. Carl was six foot four, very muscular, strong and with a handsome face. I saw him out after he cleared away the dishes and helped mother to dry them.
At our front door He held me and kissed me deeply, his tongue in my mouth and his hands on has ass pulling me to him. I could feel his cock on my belly and it felt huge. He trapped my tongue and sucked it… for ages. I swallowed lots of his saliva and his work on my ass cheeks made my pussy leak shamelessly into my panties. His masculine presence was so dominant and exciting; I had trouble keeping on tiptoes to kiss him because my legs shook and trembled. With a kiss on my nose and forehead, he departed after shouting ‘bye’ to my parents. I had to collect myself before I went back into our living room, and mum smiled at me and said: ‘that seemed to go well Jill’. ‘Mmm, it did was the only thing that I could say!
That night in bed I relived Carl’s hands on my ass and those wonderful kisses. I had to let my hand stray to my pussy to rub my clit as well. I had never felt this way with any of my white boyfriends... ever.
My date began with another long kiss on tiptoes! I looked up to Carl in more ways than one! We had a drink, during which he massaged my leg and thigh, as well as my ass! I melted in his presence, and soon realised that being with an experienced man was one key element that I had missed with my white boyfriends. They were just lads with small cocks, and all of them came really quickly. One even came the moment his cock brushed my inner thigh, showering his come on my dress, panties and the wall I had back up to. I was soon to discover that this era was over.
‘Grab your purse girl, lets go’ signalled to me we were going somewhere. On the street, I was walking at a pace in excess of my rate in high heel shoes, so I had to skip along at times. All Carl did was to smiles at my predicament… men! He made me laugh when he commented that he loved to see my leg definition and my ass working the rear of my thigh length black dress. A very tall man with a five foot three woman, we drew a few glances, or was that our racial mix?
He took me to his place, with me pleased to slow down and draw breath. As the door closed, he was kissing me and sucking my tongue deeply. His hands were on my ass, now lifting me up from the floor, so I had to hold on round his neck to keep up with him. As I slid up his body his big package made its presence known. When he put me down, he turned me round to handle my tits and rub his cock on my ass. Kissing my neck, and licking my ears got me very relaxed and ready for more. He whispered in my ear. ‘Its time for cock girl’. I was really ready by now, so he picked me up and carried me to his bed.
I was told: ‘lose the clothes’, and I did. My panties were full of wet woman aroma and he commented on it. ‘Creamy cunt... smells so good Jill’. I flushed to hear him tell me liked my creamy cunt’ a way no man had ever spoken to me before. I liked to hear his words of approval under his intense gaze, and looked down and back to him. He then dropped his pants, and into my view swung a hugely thick cock. I guessed it was about nine inches long, but it was incredibly thick and crisscrossed with huge veins. The sperm tube on its underside was as thick as one of my fingers.
I recall putting my hand to my mouth in shock then looking at his face. He knew what I was thinking as he read my fear and surprise. He also knew it was time to act, so before I could do anything, he put me on my back on his bed, clambered between my legs and to prevent me looking down he came over me to kiss me. He helped his cockhead into my cunt, and pushed it in slowly but progressively. It’s impossible to describe how he filled me in words, but I was amazed he had pushed in all the way, and hadn’t come in the process. His cock touched my cervix and he rotated his hips and rubbed his huge eye to my cervix. No man had ever done that to me before, and it made me come like a crazy woman. I could feel my belly rippling as my womb cried out in a silent response to being ‘kissed’ by Carl’s cockhead.
I was filled and pumped by his cock for about forty minutes with slow but powerful plunges. His stamina proved to be remarkable; a total revelation. He gave me a huge hickey on my neck as he pinned me down at my arms and with his legs hooked over mine. I was his and he knew it. No going back, not that I wanted to. He rumbled deeply in his body, the sound a real man rutting his female, and absorbed in his task. I had so many orgasms; I lost count in the heat of the moment.
When the time came for him to come, his grunts became deeper and more primal. He pushed home one last time to kiss my cervix, where he stayed motionless, and released pulse after pulse of thick seed right into my womb. I lost it! Yelled like a crazy woman, and pulled him to me with my legs crossed over his body, and my finger nails buried deep into his ass cheeks. He collapsed on me as he just let out a final moan.
I had to pee. I was so sore, and no sign of Carls seed leaking out so far. Slowly it emerged as I walked around and I looked for my panties ready to go home. Carl told me he was keeping them, and not to bother wearing any in future! He walked me home, and I could feel his seed slowly run down my inner thighs all the way. I felt extra sore now, but I felt so good it didn’t matter.
I moved in with him inside the week. I was having sex twice a day, and I loved it. I was needy for it to be honest, something else that was new to me. I liked to just look at his cock, see it grow, and them suck it. I discovered what he liked and I wore it. He liked ultra low rise pants and Jeans, and garter belts and stockings. Feeding your mans likes has many rewards!
Learning what black culture was about took me some time making many discoveries along the way. For this I have my husband’s father to thank, Carl senior or Pop. I was asked to call my husband Daddy as a sign of respect, and I do. I suppose that some on this forum will laugh at me for this as a dumb bitch, but I don’t care. It is part of me now and always will be. In my next post I will tell you how I came to share with Pop, and start another chapter in my life.
