I am a thirty eight year old widow with four children. When my husband passed away six years ago I was forced to go back to work. Since then I have worked myself up to the position of administrative assistant at a fairly large manufacturing plant.
Between working and raising my children, I don’t have much leisure time. I do enjoy bowling, and I belong to the company bowling team. It was through the team that I met Tim, a tall black man who works in the shipping department. We slowly developed a friendship, but though I did sleep with him once after a party, we did not become lovers.
My birthday is in January, and this year when it came around I felt the need to celebrate in a special way, one that would assuage my unsatisfied physical needs. So, throwing caution to the winds, I decided to visit Tim.
I rang his doorbell, and I could see the surprised look on his face when he answered the door. He obviously wasn’t expecting anyone, as he did not have on a shirt or socks but he invited me in without hesitation. He took my coat and we went into the living room and began some small talk.
Finally, I just blurted it out. “Tim, it’s my birthday and I want you to do me.”
He didn’t need a second invitation. He took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom saying, “So the white lady has finally decided to let the black man do her again. Well, all right!”
In the bedroom he didn’t make a move, but stood by the door watching me as I undressed, placing my clothes on a chair. I began to feel self conscious, but I wanted him badly, and however he wanted to play it was okay with me.
When I was naked he still didn’t move. I walked over to where he was standing and knelt in front of him, then opened his pants and took out his semi hard penis.
“That’s good, white lady,” he said. “Taste the black man. Lick me.”
I was wild about his big black member. I put it in my mouth and began flicking my tongue around the head. Then I lifted his penis and licked his testicles. I felt him stiffen, but his face remained expressionless, so I put him back in my mouth and began moving him in and out. I was not surprised to feel myself getting moist. My breathing was becoming rapid and I actually started to get off on the feeling of his cock moving in and out of my mouth.
“It’s my turn now, white lady,” Tim said finally. He took my hand and motioned me up and onto the bed. He gently pushed my legs open and inserted a finger inside me. After moving it back and forth a few times, he withdrew it and put it into my mouth. “Lick it off, baby,” he said. “Taste yourself for me.” I had never tasted myself before, and the thought of what I was doing made me even more excited.
Opening my legs wider, Tim put his two hands under my bottom and placed his thumbs between my thighs. With his thumbs he spread my vulva, then leaned down to place his tongue on my clitoris. As he flicked his tongue back and forth I could feel vaginal fluids begin to run down my thighs. He began licking the fluid from my legs, making long passes with his tongue from my thighs across my vaginal opening, ending just above my clitoris. I moaned and spread my legs apart even more. He began to probe my vagina with his tongue, until I felt I couldn’t wait any longer. “Please come inside me now,” I said.
Instead he rolled his tongue like a straw and placed it around my clitoris, moving it back and forth as though my stiff little nubbin was fucking it. I couldn’t hold back any more my body stiffened and I cried out as I climaxed.
“You’re ready to feel the black man inside you now,” Tim said. He reached over to his nightstand and removed something from the drawer. It was a tube of K Y jelly. He put some on his fingers and then proceeded to apply it to my fanny. He also put some on his penis.
My heart began to race. I had never had anal intercourse. I had heard that it was wild, but I wondered if it would be painful. I also wondered how he would enter me, as I was still lying on my back. I didn’t have to wait long. He took hold of my ankles and, seemingly without effort, rolled me onto my stomach. “Pull your knees up under your belly,” he said, “but leave your shoulders down on the bed.”
He knelt between my legs and I felt his penis begin to push against the opening of my fanny. I tried to relax as I felt his stiffness probing my rectum. It felt good. Gradually he pushed harder, and I moaned with a new pleasure as the full length of him slowly filled my back tunnel. Then he began to move out, and I thought he was going to take it away, but instead he rammed himself back in, causing me to gasp with delight. I was more relaxed now, and I could really feel all of his fullness inside me.
Now he began to move out and in with a regular rhythm. I pushed back at him, meeting his thrusts, and again I could feel the vaginal fluid running down my legs. I was going to climax! When I did, my muscles tightened and Tim emptied his seed into me. With each ejaculation, I could feel his penis pumping his sperm into my clutching behind.
When he pulled himself out I thought we were done, but he put his hand on the small of my back to indicate that he wanted me to stay in position. I felt him slide his cock back and forth over the cheeks of my ass, and to my astonishment it soon started to get hard again. A moment later I felt him mount me once more, but this time he slid himself into my vagina, which was wet, open and ready. He pushed himself all the way inside me, and then paused as he spoke into my ear.
“Happy birthday, white lady,” he breathed. “This is a special birthday fuck, and I’m gonna give you a stroke for every year.” He pulled his hips back slowly and then shoved that iron hard dick all the way inside me again. “One,” he said.
I couldn’t believe this. He held himself still again for a moment while I squirmed with anticipation, then pulled himself out and rammed back in again. “Two,” he said. I was already panting and moaning. Then, “Three” and “Four.” My breasts shuddered with the force of his thrusts, and I knew I would come long before he got to thirty eight!
At twelve I climaxed. At nineteen I climaxed again! At twenty three, I was crying with joy, and by the time he got to thirty I was coming almost continuously, unable to control the waves of passion suffusing my twisting body.
“Thirty eight!” he said finally, and pulled out of me, his still hard ebony flagpole standing tall. I slid my knees out from under me and lay there exhausted on my stomach, panting and moaning with bliss. If I had ever climaxed as many times in one sex session, I couldn’t remember when.
As I began to dress, Tim took my panties and said he’d keep them until I told the world about how good the black man was. He gave me a copy of Forum and told me that when he saw a letter in there about us, he would give me back my panties.
So I hope you will print this letter, because I’d really like to get my panties back!— L.I., Mason City, Iowa
