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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It had been a long evening and Jane and I were at last home chilling with a few drinks and then started chatting about the evening we had just spent with her first husband, Marcus, and his new squeeze, Mary, a borrowed wife of an apparent friend of his. I wasn't sure if the wine had got her a little bit reflective about her time with Marcus despite that life having ended decades before. "Did I tell you how Marcus and I met?" Jane said "it was a crazy night at the Carnival. I had gone with a friend, Jill, who worked on the same flights as me whom I had been telling about the delights of living in Notting Hill and the ease with which you could get laid by hung black guys." She smiled at the recollection, a wistful look in her eyes and then continued with her tale. "You remember my old flat? Daddy had provided it for me when I first moved to London. I had some wild times there but that's a whole other set of stories" she laughed at the memory of some of those nights "the night I met Marcus I had taken Jill to a nearby pub to meet my fella, Mikey, a dreadlocked Rasta who I had been fucking for several weeks over that particular summer. He was there lapping at a pint of Guiness, stinking of , talking to the peroxide barmaid. He was off his face so a night of lust as a threesome was definitely off the agenda. I was really angry with him, telling him what a black arsehole he was. Anyway we left the pub and headed off in the direction of some a loud steel drum music and a few minutes later came across a sound stage where a crowd had gathered and was dancing to the music that was blaring out the sound system. I dragged Jill in to the middle of the dancing and we joined in, there weren't many white faces there, apart from the riot police, so we kinda stuck outing but it drew the attention of many guys who swayed with us. I got dancing with the handsome guy, over six feet tall, shaven head, lithe black body. He was bare chested, his shirt tied around his waist. He could really move, pulling me in to his arms and rubbing his groin in to me, his hardon clearly trying to burst out of his jeans. His hands were firmly on my arse and he ground against me. I couldn't help myself and kissed him, his tongue invading my mouth instantly by way of response. We danced on for another hour before I invited him back to the flat. I told him it was a no strings night and that I had no expectations of seeing him again as I thought Mikey was my man. I had lost Jill in the throng and we had to look for her in the crowd. We were standing next to an open gate leading up to someone's front door but could not see Jill. Marcus said he had heard something and we stepped through the gate. Jill was on the other side, her back against the brickwork, her dress around her waist, her legs wrapped enthusiastically around the waist of a black guy who was soundly fucking her. The guy was in a dreadful lime green nylon costume and had been playing a steel drum earlier. He was now hitting a rock steady beat and she was moaning her appreciation at each thrust of his rhythm stick. We let them finish. The guy thanked her and said he had to be back on stage."Jane again laughed at the memory as I sipped at my drink, suggesting that we adjourned to our bed. We set off upstairs without her drawing breath. "Jill extolled the virtue of black cock as we strolled back to my flat, yet another convert to big black cock. On the way Jill propositioned a black guy standing outside of the pub 'Do you have a big cock?' was her subtle chat up line. Anyway we got to the flat and sat in the living room, downing some wine and beer. The guys lit up some of Mikey's and had a smoke. I was snogging the face of Marcus, in between sharing long tugs on his smoke, undoing his belt and the buttons on his jeans. He had no pants on and his cock popped out very nicely. It was long, eight inches even semi hard. Oh my God I was down in my knees in a flash sucking on it, feeling it get harder. I needed a fuck." |
