Megan

We were seated near the back of the lounge and after the firstcocktail we began to relax. Our server was a young black man whosmiled at us a lot. I wanted to tell him Faye was a lousy tipper, buthe would soon figure that out for himself. “Nice looking man, isn’t he?” Faye said watching him walkaway. I said he did seem to be. “Do you remember the first time youfucked a black man?” I was so shocked at her question I couldn’tspeak. Not that it bothered Faye. “Shit, you never forget the firstblack cock, do you? I remember my first one as if it were yesterday.”Faye was on a roll and since I was speechless I let her go on. “My first hubby and I hadn’t been married very long. Don hadjust made partner and we moved out to Bentwood. Good ol’ Don was astud, but about a month after we moved out of the city he and a friendwent horseback riding and the silly fool got thrown off. Sprained agroin muscle and he couldn’t ride me for a couple of months. At leastthat’s what he told me.” “I was young and always horny back then,” she said. “Now I’molder and still always horny,” she added with a chuckle. “Anyway aftera week of no sex I was going out of my mind. I had a plastic dick withbatteries and it helped some, but not enough. A fucking dildo can onlytake you so far.” “Like everybody else in Bentwood we had a lawn service. Ourservice was a family of black men. There were three of them. Theoldest, a grandfather was about fifty or so, his son was about thirtyand the youngest was eighteen or nineteen. I could be off a few yearson their ages. They were masters of mowing a lawn. One would use theriding mower, another would use a small push mower, and the thirdwould use the weed eater and do the trim work.” “Usually it was the old man who did the trimming and he wasalways there after the other two had moved on down the street. One dayI was sunbathing on the back patio while they were there. The firstone on the riding machine came around and I gave him a pretty goodlook at me in my little bikini. The second one came around and he gota pretty good look, too. By the time the old guy worked his way aroundthe house I had made myself hot and I decided to really tease him.” “I took the top off and lay on my stomach. I couldn’t seehim, but I could tell by the racket the weed-whacker made when he gotclose so I rolled over and showed him my tits. I had my eyes closed,but it sure seemed like he trimmed around the patio longer thannecessary. Suddenly the trimmer shut off.” “You want to be careful,” he said from very close by. “Yousure don’t want to burn them pretty boobies in this hot sun.” I roseup and saw that he was standing only a few feet away from me. His eyeswere glued to my tits. “You got some oil or something to put onthem?” “Yes, I do,” I said in a sudden burst of courage. “Do youwant to help me?” He went to the outside faucet, washed his hands, andreturned to where I was laying. I handed him the tube of sunscreen andhe squeezed some out onto his big hand. If I live to be a hundred I’llnever forget how his hard, callused hands felt on my body. I wasalways horny, but he had me sizzling in just a few moments. When hishands finally got to my breasts I was jumping and twitching likecrazy. It was all I could go to keep from having an orgasm right then.When he rolled my nipples around between his thumbs and forefingers Ilost it. I climaxed, but he kept right on rubbing me. When his fingergot to the edge of the bikini bottoms I raised my butt up and let himpush them down.” “I was thrashing around like mad by the time his fingers gotto my clitoris. I came several times and I had a massive orgasm whenhe put a big ol’ finger in my pussy. I always heard that black mendidn’t do oral sex. I found out from him that it was a bunch of shit.That old man ate me to two crashing orgasms and I knew right thenthere was nothing on earth that could stop me from fucking that oldguy.” “I nearly ripped his pants down and I almost came again whenI got my first look at his meat. He had a huge cock. Bigger than anydick I had ever seen before. Long and fat and it was as hard as arock. I wanted to suck it, but my need to fuck it was too great. Man,that old guy could fuck. He did me for nearly fifteen minutes beforehe dumped a load of cum in me. I thought he would stop, but he didn’t.He just kept fucking me and I was having one major climax right afteranother.” “He left after fucking me for nearly half an hour. I musthave come a hundred times. I must have passed out for a few momentsand when I opened my eyes he had his pants on and his trimmer and wasleaving.” “See you in two weeks,” he said with a wave of his hand. “No! Next week,” I yelled at him. He laughed and said okay ashe went out the gate. I was one well-fucked gal. That afternoon afterI managed to wash a pint of cum out of me I went out and bought abigger fancier lounge chair. One with a nice soft pad instead of theplastic webbing. I had marks on my ass for several days after Boomerleft. That was his name. Boomer Howell. His son was named Ron and thegrandson was just called Boy.” Faye finished her drink and signaledfor another one. Faye looked at me and smiled. “You look flushed,Megan. Do you feel all right?” “Yes, I’m fine,” I assured her. “Was that an only time?” Iasked her. “Oh hell no!” she said laughing. “Boomer was back the nextweek and he fucked me again. Better this time because of the newlounge and we didn’t waste any time on sunscreen and fooling around.The following week he let his son, Ron, do the trimming and Ron fuckedme. Over the next few weeks Boomer and Ron took turns. Then thegrandson figured it out and he wanted some. They were a sharingfamily. All of them were a great fuck, but the old man was the best.We had the best-looking lawn in the neighborhood. When fall came youcouldn’t find a single leaf in our yard. We also had the cleanestdrive and sidewalk when the snow fell. Sometimes they were therewaiting on the first snowflake to fall.” “Didn’t your husband ever figure out you were…getting some onthe side?” I asked her. In all the years I knew Faye, we had nevertalked about sex so this was something brand new. “I guess he knew I stopped bugging him about sex. That wasabout the time I found out he had a slut in the city he was doing. Thefact that I was not after him for sex just left more for the citybitch. Now that’s something I’ve never figured out. Don had aperfectly good slut at home so why did he take a chance on hisreputation by sneaking around after another slut. I mean, I knew hewas a whore-hopper. Hell, I got him away from his wife by letting himin my pants so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised.” “Anyway, he had his whore in town and I had the whole damnedHowell family so I didn’t complain. We both had what we wanted. I hadthree great black cocks and…I don’t know exactly what he had, but itmust have been good. Because he asked me for a divorce the nextspring. I was ready for it and I told him to contact my attorney. Weparted ways on mostly friendly terms. I got half of everything he hadand a lot of what he was going to get so I was happy. More thanhappy, really. After Don moved out I could let the Howell boys in thefront door at night. I kept them supplied with white pussy and theykept me well supplied with black cock.” “I hated to leave Bentwood, but the house was too big and Icouldn’t afford to keep it. The market was right so I sold and movedback to the city. What I really hated to leave was Boomer, Ron, andBoy, who, by the way, wasn’t a boy by any stretch of the imagination. Boy had a nice cock and he knew how to use it. It’s sure easy to getused to some regular fucking by black men. Are you sure you’re okay?You’re sweating, Megan.” Moisture on my face wasn’t the only place I was wet. Hertitillating story had aroused me and there was no denying it. It wasthe first time since Paul got sick. That raunchy tale had me wet as Icould be. I excused myself and went to the ladies room to blot mypussy dry and splash some cold water on my face. When I returned Fayewas chatting with the server. He had brought fresh drinks. “So tell me about your first time with a black man,” Fayesaid when the server left. “Faye, I can’t,” I said. “So that’s the way you’re going to be,” she said. “I tell alland you tell me nothing.” “No, I can’t tell you because there was no first time. Notwith a black man,” I said. “Are you serious?” she asked. “Never?” I shook my head. “Youpoor thing,” she said. “So you divorced your husband and moved back to the city,” Iprompted. I have no idea why I wanted to hear more of her outrageousstory. “No more black mowers.” “No, no more mowers, but the woods are full of black studs,”she said. “I had discovered something about myself. I like fuckingblack men. I bought a condo with the money I got out of the house inBentwood. I wasn’t there a full day when I discovered to my surpriseand delight the doorman was an older black man who actually looked alittle like Boomer. His name was Hank. Hank was kind enough to carrysome things up to my apartment for me and I rewarded him with a glassof ice tea. Hank was very correct and very formal and he left afterthanking me for the tea. I made sure to touch him on the arm severaltimes before he left. Hank was no dummy and I’m sure he saw anopportunity there. It took a few days before I actually fucked Hank.” “That condo was over on Carlyle Avenue. There were twentyunits in the building and they kept Hank busy most of the day. Iquickly realized that I needed to get Hank to my apartment after hewas relieved by the night doorman. It took me a total of four days tofinally fuck the man. I asked Hank to come up after he got off to helpme with some things. There was some loose drawer knobs in the kitchenso I told him to bring a screwdriver. He arrived on time after he tookoff that hideous coat he was required to wear. He was wearing what hecalled civilian clothes. A pair of dark pants and a white short-sleeveshirt. He smelled of bay rum and that peculiar musk that I had come tolove. I started getting wet the moment I opened the door. I showed himwhere the loose knobs were and hurried to change clothes. I quicklytook off everything and put on a housecoat that tied in the front.” “In my brief conversations with him I learned his wife wasdead and he didn’t have any children so I knew there wasn’t any reasonfor him to rush home.” “Got ‘em all tight, Miss,” he said when I got to the kitchen.“What else you got that needs to be tightened up?” “I’ve been told I’m kind of loose,” I said smiling at him.“Maybe you should tighten me up.” He started at me with a seriousexpression on his wrinkled face. “You need to understand I need my job so I don’t want anyconfusion,” he said, not cracking a smile. For a few moments I didn’tunderstand what he was talking about. Then it dawned on me. “I understand, Hank,” I said. “I really don’t care if theknobs are loose or not. I wanted to get to know you better. I have athing for black gentlemen.” He looked at me a slight smile forming. “Ilike black cock. Is that plain enough for you?” “Yeah, and I guess I won’t need a screwdriver to tighten youup. You got anything on under that thing?” I untied the belt andopened the housecoat wide open. His eyes romanced over my nearly nakedbody. “Mighty fine lookin’ woman,” he said licking his lips. “I surelike big fat white titties and you sure got a nice pair.” He came to me and took both breasts in his black hands thenlowered his head and took one nipple in his mouth and bit me. Not hardenough to actually hurt, but hard enough to bring me to my tiptoes. Itook his head, loving the feel of his kinky hair, and moved him to myother nipple. He obliged me and bit that one also. One hand went to mywet pussy and he mauled it. He handled me roughly and I loved it. Iwas trembling and hot.” “Let’s get this show to a bed,” he said his voice low andhusky. I led him to the bedroom and when we were there I took his beltloose and pulled his pants down. He wasn’t wearing underwear and hiscock was standing straight out. Not as big as Boomer’s, but stillplenty nice enough.” “What Hank lacked in cock size he more than made up for withstamina. The man was literally a fucking machine. I had discoveredmyself a black bull. He had me climaxing within minutes and I didn’tstop for a full hour of continuous fucking. It was a damned good thingI was on birth control, because he dumped a gallon of cum in me.”