Sitting here having a cup of tea in between ironing and shopping, and chatting away on msn to all sorts of people now, still asking me what was the biggest cock you’ve ever had and so on, and I keep telling them I don’t measure the things, I just suck them and sit on them!
Guys with big cocks have always measured them – about ten times a day if I’m any judge – and they seem to be more obsessed with the size of them than guys with average cocks, as if they’re afraid of meeting someone with a bigger one. Weird or what.
In general I don’t get involved with the size conversations, because the only time size matters is when I’m holding it in my hand, and then I’m not about to whip out my tape measure and see if it’s bigger than the one I had last week. It’s hard, it’s here and that’s really all that matters.
Rog knows more about it than I do cos of course they all want to tell him how big they are, and he sort of remembers what they say. And of course he remembers the one I sat on in that club because it was so completely huge (read about it in his blog if you want ) and I was very careful about sliding down it until I’d got myself very very wet and used to the size of it, but I stillrode him very carefully and didn’t let him put it all in. It was so big that Rog asked about it afterwards – first time he’s ever done that – and the guy – I didn’t ever ask his name and I still don’t know – said it was 14 inches.
No wonder we had such a big audience.
I guess the reason I like big cocks is because my first boyfriend was big. After I saw Rob Watkins get his cock out in the lane behind the shops I decided that I was fed up with bananas and hairbrushes and it was time for the real thing – HIS real thing.
I didn’t especially fancy him, you know, but I thought he looked like the very thing to provide me with my first proper fuck, and so next time we were together – there was a load of us at a friends house – I told him he could walk me home. All the boys liked walking me home because they knew I was bound to let them have a feel, because I always did.
This time I let Rob get his fingers in me and told him to fuck me and he almost died of shock, but he did it, up against a wall in the lane behind our house. I could hear my Mum and Dad talking in the kitchen. After that we just started doing it all the time and we stayed together for more than a year. He was a truly truly dirty pervert, far worse than Roger and some time when I’m feeling nostalgic I’ll tell you about him, but not today.
Today, I want to tell you about someone with an average size cock. people did ask if Mister Average had any place in my life or my bed and the answer of course is yes. All other things aside, the pussy doesn’t remember size, it just shrinks back to little, and next time you fuck, it feels full enough whatever the size, though obviously not right up inside. So I’ve had plenty of very nice shags with very average-sized guys, so it’s not really anything to worry about.
So ages ago on Myspace I promised to tell you about a really great shag with a really average-sized cock and I did once, but there were two that I had in mind, and this is the other one. It was also the first time with a black guy, which I know a lot of you are curious about, but it definitely was a myth-buster because Ozzy was not one of those guys with a donkey dong – he was mister average, same size-ish as hubby. Well, I didn’t measure, but it looked about the same, it felt about the same in my hand and it I felt about the same sensations when it was inside. So, the same then.
Now Rog is one of those guys who gets off on the whole black on blonde thing, especially when I’m the blonde! he’d been on at me for ages about it, and I must admit when he showed me the pictures off the net, it certainly does look good. Not sure why. It’s more than contrast, though that’s part of it, and it’s more than just size, though that’s part of it too. I think the rest of it is a mind thing – I think the whole black man/white girl thing has got a bit of history, and I think everyone believes or expects that it will be a bit more primeval than white on white – in fact I think everyone expects it to have some elements of rape about it, me included.
I’ve had lots of black friends over the years, mostly guys, you’ll be surprised to learn, but I’d never considered shagging any of them. On the other hand, I had lots of white friends I’d never considered shagging, so it doesn’t really prove anything one way or the other. But I have to confess that when I DID start thinking about shagging a black guy, I did have some kind of mental block in there, and the more I thought about it, the more I found the idea arousing and knicker-wetting, because I could quite see that to start with I was going to be a bit on edge, if not positively anti, but then I’d start to enjoy it despite myself, and then I’d love it.
I knew that was EXACTLY what Roger was hoping to see – me enjoying being fucked by someone I didn’t want to fuck – and for some reason I was afraid that’s precisely what he WOULD see.
Confused? I’m not surprised, because I was – and I still am. I think it’s a bit like a big whizzy fairground ride – half of you wants to go on, and knows you’ll enjoy it, but half of you doesn’t want to go because you’ll think it’ll be scary – and that half is right, because it IS scary, and that’s why you like it so much. See? Clear as mud.
So I was looking forward to meeting Ozzy with exactly that kind of feeling – half afraid of it and half looking forward to it. I don’t know why I was so nervous, because it was hardly the first time we’d done this sort of thing, though previously only with white guys. And I’d had sex with Ozzy a few times already, though only on the phone. But we’d made each other cum several times and we’d talked about doing what we were about to do in very specific detail, so it should all have been familiar and easy. But it wasn’t. It was just like our first time meeting a guy by arrangement, only this was worse. The first time, neither of us had been sure what would happen, or if ANYTHING would. This time I knew Ozzy was going to fuck me – would be shagging me on this very bed in a couple of hours’ time.
It was a nice big bed, perfect for the job – we’d chosen a nice hotel, and the room was modern and big, the bathroom nothing less than luxurious. Which almost added to my nervousness. When and when I shaved myself in the shower I almost jumped out of my skin when I touched my pussy for the first time. I’m used to it being sensitive, a bit swollen and sometimes quite wet several hours before we meet someone, and so finding it like that under my fingertips is no real surprise, but this was different. It was almost as sensitive as when I’m on the very brink of cumming and if I didn’t actually jump, I know I heard myself squeak,
Roger wanted me to wear sheer white undies – he usually does, but on this occasion he thought it was specially important because he wanted to see the blackness of Ozzy’s fingers on the white material between my legs, and of course I obliged, but I already knew they’d be a screwed-up damp rag by then instead of the smooth white curve he imagined. Still. White bra and knickers, white top and red skirt, hold-ups, heels and make-up and I was ready. So was pussy.
I squished all the way to the lift, and Roger was delighted with what he found when he put his hand up my skirt as we rode down to the first floor and the hotel bar where we’d arranged to meet, smoothing it all back into place as best he could before the lift doors opened.
We were first in the bar and we sat there sipping drinks, me trying not to leave a wet patch on the back of my skirt, Roger trying not to split his face open with his smile, and then suddenly he was there and I was all nerves again, like a first date with an important boyfriend or something, but he was all smiles and that helped – he’d always been cheery on yahoo and on the phone and that’s why I agreed to meet him and not any of the other countless black guys roger had tried to get me to shag. Plus he was very cute with it – 21 years old and a cross between Ian Wright and Thierry Henry.
So we had a drink and a smile or two, and Roger explained what he’d be doing with cameras and stuff and said to forget he was there and just get on with it, and Ozzy smiled at me and said I can handle that, and I felt a little dribble in my knickers, and then Roger said not to worry about the pics at all, and that as long as we were having a good time the pics will be good too and Ozzy said they’re going to be great then, and there was another hot dribble, they went on like that and every few seconds I could feel myself getting even wetter than before, and then just when Roger should have been saying let’s get another, he was saying let’s go then, and we were heading for the lift.
Upstairs, I was going to do my usual break-the-ice-at-parties piece, give him a kiss or two, wait till the hands start moving around a bit and then sit on the end of the bed while I unzip him, see what we’ve got and have a little suck – or better still, a big one – and then see how things progress from there.
I’d already spoken to him on the phone about his cock and he’d been quite clear that he wasn’t supersized like you expect black guys to be – or black guys in chat rooms anyway – and I told him I was very okay with that, so I wasn’t expecting anything other than what I got. He was very well-dressed for our meeting, light coloured suit and a white shirt, which somehow looked doubly rude when I undid the waist and zip, pulled the shirt aside and then popped him out of his boxers. They were white too and it looked very different, dark chocolatey colour, but he was stiff and hard and sticky on the end, just like a cock is meant to be, so I said something encouraging like very nice too as I rubbed it gently, showing it off to Roger’s camera, and then put it slowly into my mouth.
It felt good – a hard cock usually does – and tasted of soap as well as salt, which I appreciate because we all like a partner to be clean, don’t we – and went to work, slowly up and down. He held my head gently and tried to stop me and I knew why right away but I didn’t stop and suddenly he swelled up in my mouth and burst, like opening a bottle of pop that’s been shaken up first, only this was hot and sticky, and I let it dribble out of my mouth so Rog would know what had happened, because he hadn’t actually made a sound.
Rog was right there, close up and I knew he’d seen, so I made a bit of a show about licking my lips and cleaning the end of his cock – though I didn’t have to try to hard cos I really love doing that – and the best thing of all was that all the time I was sucking and licking he was still completely solid, as hard as he’d been when I first pulled it from his pants.
He’d told me that on the phone, that it basically never got even a bit soft after he’d cum, no matter if it was the first time or the fifth time and it’s one of those things that you don’t really take on board properly. I mean, I’ve shagged quite a few young guys, and a good few of those have cum fairly fast the first time – which is fine for me, I love that cos it’s a real compliment, I think – and most of them get hard again quite quickly after the first time and maybe the second, and I really thought that was what he meant, but no. He wasn’t talking about your normal quick recovery at all. It just didn’t go soft, even for a second, but stayed hard and hot and ready to go.
Normally at this point I’d be sucking it and bringing it back to hardness while the guy played with my pussy and licked me and so on, but on this occasion there was no need. But it was still there in my hand, ready for anything and just needing to be sucked some more, so I did that while he shuffled round a bit and reached a hand between my legs. I opened wide to make sure Roger got the shots he wanted of those dark fingers on the white material, but mostly to make sure I got what I wanted – those dark fingers up inside my pussy.
My knickers were soaked and he pulled them aside very easily and then it was one, and then two fingers, warm and strong, curling and bending inside, and I sat forward on the edge of the bed to give him as much pussy as I could.
He liked that because he suddenly pushed me back on the bed, one hand either side of my head and let me guide him, holding myself open with one hand and sliding him inside with the other, and it felt like heaven, hard and hot and strong. The position we were in, he could only get about half of it in, but neither of us wanted to stop and change around – I wanted him to fuck me NOW and I wasn’t about to let go of it now it was in there, and nor was he, so he fucked me with half of his cock, just spreading my lips with the end of it as it went in and out and Roger loved that because even with his jacket and shirt flapping about it looked AMAZING on camera, white knickers, pink pussy and hard black cock sliding in about – or half of it anyway, so one half was all wet and shiny and dark, the bottom half completely dry and matt, a really horny-looking contrast between the bit of his cock that had been inside me and the bit that hadn’t..
Got to say that it felt at least a million times better than it looked, and it must have felt good to Ozzy too because here he was doing it again, his cock swelling up and then throbbing as he sprayed me, and I looked between my legs to see, and there it was, a hard black cock sticking into my pussy – CUMMING into my pussy – and it really was the horniest thing I’ve ever seen, and now I wanted to fuck him properly – and I mean NOW!.
As soon as he’d finished I pushed him away and sat up, and there it was in front of me, bobbing about like stiff cocks do, wet and shiny with my wetness and still trailing dribbles of cum, too good to resist, and I’d opened my mouth and sucked it right in before I’d had time to think, and he reached between my legs, his fingers between my lips, slipping around in all the cum he’d left there, and though I didn’t realise at the time I can say with hindsight that Roger was right – on camera it looks really really horny, the black fingers, pink pussy, white cum and white knickers.
At the time it just FELT good, and reminded me once again that I wanted a proper fuck, and quickly! Somehow or other I got his trousers and boxers off while still sucking and being fingered, and then he took off his jacket and shirt and undressed me to bra and knickers – and hold-ups, and then he pushed me back and lay on me, kissing me really hard while I held his cock and he took my knickers down, When I kicked them off my ankles I lay back and opened my legs really wide. I was ready to fuck, and Ozzy noticed, rolling on and sliding in as easily as if we’d been lovers for years and years.
Then he started to fuck me and I remember thinking it IS different – he fucked me the way they dance, all movement and rhythm, a continuous movement that kept changing but never stopped, and I thought – tell me this isn’t racist – I just thought, oh my God I’m fucking a black man and that made me cum, just like that, right out of the blue, grabbing his bum so hard I could still see the marks on it hours later when we finished – yes, even on skin that dark – and my pussy squeezing on his cock even harder.
That made me as wet as I’ve ever been and he said something like oh yeah and joined in, jerking about inside me and I could feel him cumming, hot and fast squirts high up inside that went on and on for ever, and then, just when I expected him to relax and roll off, or at least take a breather and say hi, he kind of got back up on his knees, lifted my bum clear of the bed and started to fuck me really hard, which I just wasn’t expecting. Still rock hard, his cock was sliding in and out really easily now, for obvious reasons, but the base of it spread me wider every time it went home and his balls slapped against my bum.
I saw Roger moving round for the close-up – it was a perfect angle for him to see it going in and out, and I looked down and saw some of what the camera was seeing, Ozzy’s black cock, all shiny and wet, spreading my pussy, pink but also shiny and wet, little flecks of cum on my lips and his shaft as it started to ooze out and I thought Roger WAS right, it does look amazing and then I thought exactly the same thing again – oh my God I’m fucking a black man and it made me cum again, right away, no warning, just huge spasms in my pussy, and more loud shouting, oh God oh God and stuff, and Ozzy stopped to let me enjoy it and as soon as my pussy had released its grip on his cock he pulled it out and gave it a two or 3 quick rubs and covered me with cum all the way from my pussy to my chin, big long spurts that landed hot and thick on my skin. It looked fantastic.
Oh yes, I remember saying, that’s very good, and he smiled, and popped himself straight back inside, hard as a bone, taking my breath away completely with surprise. Then he started to fuck me as hard as before and that’s roughly when I went out of control – I get like that sometimes and just go off into another world where all I’m aware of is fucking and being fucked. I forget about who it is, who I am and who Roger is, and the funny thing is you can see it happen in the movies, if we are filming, that is.
It’s a bit like being drunk, where you don’t really know anything about anything, except you don’t get stupid or violent, but you’re definitely not in control. I don’t really do anything different when it happens – well, okay, I do all the things me and Rog agreed we’d keep for ourselves, so I will swallow when the guy cums in my mouth – truth is I love that bit and it’s almost always hard not to do it even when I’m completely sober and in control – and I will let him put a finger up my bum and I will return the favour – and usually when I’m sucking his balls I can’t resist a little tongue up there as well – so yes, it is like being drunk, where you can’t help yourself from doing things you know you shouldn’t do.
But going back to the movie – I’m quite embarrassed to say that you can definitely see it in my face. Early on I’ll be looking at Rog and smiling a secret smile to him while the guy’s doing something nice with fingers, tongue or cock – because he’s filming it’s like smiling right into the camera, just like a proper porno movie – but later, when I’ve lost it, I’ll stop all that and I’ll look right through him – and the camera – as if he isn’t there, because to me he isn’t. I’ve forgotten about him, forgotten he’s in the room, forgotten I’ve even GOT a husband, and all I know about is the hard cock inside me and getting some more of it.
You can see all that happening in a space of about ten minutes on the Ozzy film, and the reason is that he just kept on fucking me and cumming and fucking me and cumming and never once got soft or ran out of energy or interest. We never got off the bed but he bounced me round it like a proper professional – I rode him for a while, which was very nice and looked amazing in the mirror on the wall, I remember, and I also remember looking down and seeing all of his cum oozing out around the edges of his cock, very white against the darkness of it – funny thing, he was a beautiful golden colour all over, just like a bar of Galaxy milk chocolate, which is my favourite thing after fucking, but his cock was two or three shades darker. Anyway, it made the cum really show up when I looked down to see him going in and out and I had no idea how many times he’d cum inside me by then – probably six, Rog says – but I thought, oh my God I’m full of this black guy;s cum and – yes, I did it again, sat right down hard on it and started to cum very hard, all big screaming and shouting and he knew before it started and he joined in and he was filling me while I was cumming and that was the most astonishingly sexy thing I can remember for years and years, and it made it go on and on and on and on.
Afterwards it was rock hard, but I had to have it in my mouth to suck his cum and my juice off it – what a fabulous taste when they’re all mixed up together like that, and Roger got some really horny shots like that – I look very good with a mouthful of black cock, I have to say, but the ones from behind, when I’m kneeling beside him with my bum in the air and his cum oozing from my pussy, thick and white, and then his fingers sliding in around it, both smeared with long trails of creamy white – well it makes my knickers wet now, just thinking about it – okay, yes, they were wet before, but now they’re VERY wet – and watching it just makes me want to call him up and get him round here right away.
It’s one of those movies I can’t really watch unless I know I’m going to get a shag pretty much straight afterwards, otherwise I go mad with the rabbit, or I’ll drag someone in off the street. Which I’ve only done once before. Tell you all about that another time.
Anyway, I sucked and licked him for a while, which was very very nice – how lovely to have done all that shagging and still have a rock-hard cock to play with – and as soon as I put my finger up his bum he just squirted away like a garden hose again, which I was hoping he would, and after I’d swallowed every drop I let him put me on my knees and he buried my face in the pillow and fucked me silly. Rog used almost a whole tape on just that, him fucking me from behind, sometimes kneeling, sometimes lying down, him pulling my hair and biting my shoulders, cumming over and over again, mostly inside me, once all up my back and in my hair and once he pulled it out and finished himself by hand about 2 inches from my pussy so I felt it splattering against me all hot and fast, which felt amazing and would have been good enough by itself except that halfway through while it was still spurting away he pushed it straight up inside and I felt the last couple of drops hit the inside of me and had the most intense orgasm of my life, helped along by the fact that he was still hard and still sliding in and out, like a machine that was never going to stop.
In fact he probably wouldn’t have done, except I was worn out and exhausted after that one, it was so long and fierce and well, yes, earth-shattering is a good word for it. I don’t really count the number of times I cum in an evening though Roger can afterwards if he’s been filming of course, so I have no idea if tonight was a record for me or not, but it certainly felt like one, mostly because all 8 of them were off the scale for impact and intensity and that last one was from another galaxy altogether. Same for the guys really – pretty much everyone under 30 can manage at least 3, and the younger the get the more you get – or the more I get, lucky me – and Rog thinks that 6 is probably the most, and several people have done that over the years, but no-one was in the same league as Ozzy – there are 13 definites on the movie, and he thinks there are at least 2 occasions, maybe 3, where he’d cum inside me without missing a stroke, and just kept on fucking.
That’s based on watching my face and body language, but what Rog didn’t know, and still doesn’t until he reads this, is that there’s one more to add to the list . At the beginning, when he came almost straight away while I was sucking him, I let it all dribble out so Rog could film it – and so I could see it too, because I do like to see cum as well as taste it – but when I started to suck him clean again I could feel his cock trembling almost immediately and I thought oh my God he’s ready to do it again, and I was so amazed – and, yes, horny, with juice pouring into my knickers – that I just gave him ten seconds of the best blow job I’ve done in my life to make sure and cupped his balls so I could feel them jerking when he was cumming, which I love, and I swallowed it all down, every drop.
I know I’m not supposed to do that, and I know that Rog makes allowances for when I’m out of control, and I know I wasn’t really out of control at that moment. But the situation was very, very horny – my first black cock had just cum in my mouth and was doing it again about a minute later, and it was so fantastically unusual that I just wanted him to cum, and I needed to swallow him when he did. And it was great, really really amazingly good. So good that when he touched me, when I opened my legs and his fingers slid between my lips, the tips of them just brushed against my clit and I was cumming, just like that.
You can see it on the movie if you know what to look for, even though I tried to hide it at the time from Roger. Ozzy knew, of course, because his fingers were being squeezed in a juicy pink vice at the time, and that’s why he just fucked me on the spot without bothering to undress – because I dragged him onto me like I always do, needing to fuck as soon as the spasms have died away. Now I’ve mentioned it I know Rog will see it when he watches it again. In fact, talking about it has made me horny all over again and I think we better watch it together…
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