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(This is a repost from another site)
I am Brenda and I grew up in the South on a large farm where we had field hands some of which lived on our land. Most were descendants of slaves who stayed with what they knew; working on a farm. I can remember at an early age that I would admire the dark black muscular bodies on the men as they worked. I have always heard that black men were good at sex. Of course blacks and whites normally kept their distance especially the farm hands and the bosses wives and daughters.
I remember on young black man that dad would have work in the yard and do some things around the house. I would flirt with him when no one was looking, but that was as far as it ever went. I used to watch his crotch and look at the bulge there. I never knew if it was naturally large or if he was partially aroused. All during high school, the black guys would hit on the white gals trying to get some white ass. It seemed like it was a goal that they had to reach. I know some achieved the goal and I heard some of the girls brag about how horny and well hung the black guys were.
I have to admit that I started having fantasies of making out with a black in my high school years and it continued well into my married life. I really never thought it would ever happen to me. I must admit that I have flirted with several of the black men I have met at various social events but never went farther than that, until the time that this story is about.
My husband and I lived just out of town in a nice house on several acres. Brad, (My husband) played sports in high school and loved to go to the male high school events and often we would have Bar-B-Que for some of the teams This year we decided to entertain the graduating senior male athletes at our house. We had a cook out and served some beer (the guys were of age by now), and had some music playing.
Most of the team was black as were the several coaches and their wives. We were all having fun and some of the guys wanted to dance and made some jokes about guys dancing with guys. We wife types decided to dance with them, which was a lot of fun. The men all went into the den and started playing poker, which they all enjoyed.
Needless to say us old gals had a great time with the guys and we were all feeling good as the young guys were getting sexual with us gals. We laughed about being teens again and were not discouraging the attention. One particular guy (Ace) seemed to be really interested in me and became more and braver as the evening wore on. He would nibble my ear lobe, put his hands on my bottom as we danced and push his hard young black cock against my stomach as we danced. I would squeeze him in approval when he did it and I could tell it was driving him crazy as he was breathing hard and seemed a bit nervous.
I knew I had better do something or he might try doing me right there in front of everybody. I whispered to him to go through the kitchen to the garage and I would slip out there soon. He left and a few minutes later I went into the garage and as I entered we went into each other's arms and kissed passionately as his black tongue parted my lips and moved in circles around my tongue.
When we came up for air, I told him that I did not intend to get him aroused and thought we had better cool things down. He pulled me to him and said, "I want you so bad! I have watched you at the games for three years now and have dreamed about you and me. I can't just let this go. Just one time, please."
I knew that I wanted him as well, so what the hell? I told him to go back to the party on the patio and I would think of something. I went to my room and wrote a note to him, which said, I will meet you at the Mall Friday night (Hubby's Poker night) in front of the Music store at 8 PM. If you can be there whisper to me when we dance. I went back to the patio and danced with Ben slipping the note to him. He left to read the note and returned and as we danced, whispered that he would not miss the date.
Now I had to figure out how to make things happen. I drove a SUV that had folding seats, which folded flat in case we got that far HUMMMMMMM. It would be dark and my windows were tinted so no one could see us, I would meet my Ace, yes my very black Ace of Spades.
The week passed slowly and I was edgy and nervous all week. My fantasy was about to happen. I entered the Mall and soon spotted Ace sitting on a bench as planned. I greeted him and told him where my car was and I would be in it waiting on him. (I could not take the chance of someone recognizing me going to the car with a young black stud).
Ace found my car and joined me in the front seat as I moved to sit near him and pulled his black muscular young body to me and kissed him deeply as his hands began to feel all over me. I ran my hands under his shirt and felt his kinky hairy chest and moved one hand down to find his engorged hard cock. I knew the he really wanted me and I could tell that my woman juices were already flowing getting my white canal ready for my black lovers joy stick.
I was happy and aroused and letting myself go encouraging all of Ace's attention. He was fumbling with my blouse and bra removing them with shaking hands. I was busy removing his shirt and feeling his young manly body. I then climbed between the front seat backs to the rear dragging my young black lover with me. I lay back offering my body to him as he removed my slacks and now soaked panties.
He eagerly started slurping my juices as he parted my dark curly hairy lips and licked deeply and lapped my juices as he swallowed. I sat up and pushed him back as I unbuckled his best and removed his jeans and knit shorts, revealing a long hard black gorgeous rod that was ready for action.
I felt the shaft as Ace moaned and gently trusted toward my hands and mouth. I could see the clear juices seeping from the slit in Ace's cock and I licked the end savoring every little drop. Ace was now pulling me to lay with him as he moved to take his superior position above his conquered female.
I opened my legs wide as Ace moved above me and positioned himself to take his woman, the one he had dreamed about for three years. Yes I was his now, all he had to do was send his black shaft deep inside this waiting white wife. I moved to meet his black pole and he gently pushed it into my well lubricated canal as he moved his hands to my buttocks and pulled me to him.
Ace lay still as he held on tight. We both wanted each other so much and had waited so long that an orgasm seemed only a few thrusts away as we enjoyed holding each other with Ace's black cock locking us together as one. Ace started humping his new mistress going harder and harder, with his sack of black balls banging hard oh her rear door. As I felt his balls slapping my white ass, I knew that they would soon be unloading into my waiting womb. Now Ace was murmuring, "...baby, baby, baby, damn you are one fucking hot bitch. I am going to fuck your white ass off. You are mine now. Oh shit I'm so hot." He was going hot and heavy now.
I screamed out, "I'm your white bitch now, you black stud, breed me, plant your seeds, you black fucker!"
I was now shaking like a leaf. My whole body was responding to this young bull as he shot his black seed into me. I could feel his black cock throbbing and shooting his sperm into the target. I stiffened up and had an earth shattering orgasm then went limp as he mumbled, "Baby, you just emptied my balls".
We held each other in our arms not saying anything as I felt his hard cock become limp. I knew that I had been up to the task and had taken care of my young lover. He had done equally well with me as I had the best orgasm I could ever remember. I was thinking to myself that I was hooked now and would likely want more. I reached down between my thighs and felt the slimy sticky black sperm as it oozed out, He had filled me up to overflowing.
After awhile, I kissed Ace and said that I was going to call him my "King of Spades." Not only was he my handsome black lover but also he was my King of lovers.
Ace said that he hoped that he could keep me as his queen as he chuckled and said that maybe we could have our poker night every Friday while my husband had his.
Needless to say, Ace and I poked a lot of fun on Friday nights in my SUV.
Ace was one hot black lover, just like the one I had dreamed about all these years.
I don't think I was cheating my husband out of anything after all he was not available on Friday nights, and that suited me just fine
