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Triple Treat with a BBC

I reread his words and sighed as I set the phone down, angry at being stood up on a Saturday night. “That was his last chance,” I thought.

Dating online guys is always a challenge because you don’t know if they are real or not. Apparently, this one decided to chicken out at the last minute.

Already dressed in a low-cut blouse, my favorite black lace bra and undies, and a short skirt, I could sit at home and pout, or I could get online and make other plans, if it wasn’t too late.

Bored and horny. Not a good combination on a Saturday evening. Then I remembered the Swing Life Style web site had something called “Hot Dates.” Maybe that would work.

It didn’t take long for the Instant Messages to start popping up. As I read through the profiles, I could feel my nipples tighten and my pussy tingle. One guy’s messages intrigued me because he was so polite yet insistent. We bantered back and forth, getting to know one another as best you can on a flat screen computer.

His profile said he was a “BBC.” Somewhat new to the lifestyle, I must confess that I had to “google” the term to discover that it meant Big Black Cock. I’d been with a lot of guys, of different colors, sizes and race but had never heard that term before.

I’d heard rumors that many black men had larger-than-average cocks, but I was a little skeptical that race had anything to do with cock dimensions. The only preference I really had with the male anatomy was that the cock be hard—stiff and throbbing.

Skepticism didn’t keep me from investigating the rumor though when an opportunity presented itself. I told the guy my address, and he said he was on his way.

When he arrived, he texted, “I’m outside.” My heart started beating faster, and my fingers trembled slightly as I raced to the front door to welcome inside.

Opening the door, I stepped aside to allow him to slide by me. Dressed in jeans and a black jacket, he stood around 6’2” tall and was like a bean pole – tall and slender. Shifting from one foot to the other with a shy expression on his baby face, I could tell he was nervously trying to figure out what to say to me. Perhaps he was even more nervous than I was.

To break the awkward silence, I stepped closer to him as I closed the door and then turned and wrapped my arms around him like a blanket.

“Nice to meet you,” I whispered in his ear after rising on my tip toes just a bit. His hand pressed against my back and he pulled me closer to his body. I could feel a bulge already starting to grow.

At last, he found some words to speak. He mumbled, “You feel amazing!” His hands had shifted lower to squeeze my butt cheeks playfully. Maybe he wasn’t as shy as I had thought. I grinned.

Stepping back, I freed myself from his arms and lead him to the downstairs bedroom, taking his long-fingered hand in mine. Sensing that he was still nervous, I remained fully clothed and sat on the bed, leaving room for him to sit beside me. Instead, he chose to sit on the wing back chair at the foot of the bed and looked at me from across the room, a safe distance. I wondered if he was going to watch me as if I was online, or if he was going to come ravish me to fulfill my fantasy.

Breaking the silence, I asked, “You just moved here? Don’t know anyone? I bet it’s harder for guys than girls to meet people online.” I chatted casually, trying to make him open up a little and evacuate the chair to come sit beside me on the bed.

“Yes. Harder.” He replied quietly and shifted on the cushion to accommodate the hardness growing in his tight jeans. “But not tonight. I’m glad we connected.”

“You work as a sociologist?” I continued.

“Yes. On the base.” His eyes looked down at the carpet.

“It must be nice to help people.” Casual conversation seemed to be working, because he looked up at me and we made eye contact

“Yeah, it’s a good job. I miss my friends back in Tennessee.” He leaned forward slightly. That was a good sign.

Patting the bed, I cooed, “Come over here and let me make you feel better. We have too many clothes on,” I added as I stood and started unbuttoning my blouse, keeping eye contact. He shifted and rose too, taking my lead. As he watched, I reached around to unhook my bra slowly, allowing my breasts to tumble freely into his view.

His eyes grew wide as they traveled across my chest and then back to my eyes. Licking his upper lip, he smiled and stepped closer. As he pulled off his own shirt, he revealed a washboard bronzed chest with just a few black curly hairs. My eyes took turn exploring his exposed skin.

Lowering my skirt along with my undies, I kicked away the last of my clothes to a corner, leaving me standing before him with just a big smile on my face. “Good girl,” he grinned. “Nice to meet you.” He closed the distance between us and cupped my breasts, one in each palm. “And nice to see these too,” he said as he gave them a squeeze.

Letting my breasts fall as he released them, he quickly removed his jeans while kicking off his shoes at the same time. He swayed a bit as he tried to keep his balance. Once he finished that little dance, I was presented with his nakedness. “BBC” didn’t quite describe what I was looking at now. Bending down slightly he pressed his full lips around one of my hardened, pink nipples and sucked in softly with just a little pressure. He placed his other hand on my hip and then reached around to grab my buttock cheek once again, this time without the barrier of clothing to hinder him.

A sigh escaped from my lips, encouraging him to be more aggressive. Leaning back, he released my nipple and I lowered myself to the bed once again. Lying naked before him, I asked, “How do you want me?” Allowing him to take the lead now, he knelt beside me and started roaming his hands across my skin, causing goosebumps and another sigh.

“Nice,” he stated matter-of-factly, as he lowered himself beside me. His one hand continued lightly touching me as he once again took a nipple in his hot mouth, dragging his tongue back and forth across the tip which hardened into a pink knob.

One thing I know is that when my nipples are touched it causes my pussy juices to flow, and this was no exception. The harder the torment is, the more aroused I get. I couldn’t stop myself from pleading, “Harder.”

Obliging, he sucked harder and allowed his teeth to drag along the sides of my nipple, and then he reached over and did the same to the other one. Symmetry is important, after all. While I don’t enjoy being bitten, the sensation of his teeth along with the sucking on the tender flesh had my senses heightened and I could feel the moisture on my thigh.

After a few more minutes and a multitude of moans, I squirmed and reached for his cock again. Batting my hand away, he reached over to the bedside table and ripped open a condom. My fingers found his cock again and I enjoyed slowly sliding up and down the shaft, exploring its length. My finger traced one of the bulging veins and stopped at the tip.

Rolling over onto my back, I spread my moist thighs to allow him access. When I looked at his cock this time, it was wrapped like a Christmas present. The condom glistened with lube. His cock leads the way, swaying left and right a little before he guided it home. With as wet as I was, it easily slid inside even though it stretched my walls due to its width. Not forcing it, he pushed steadily until it made its way to the hilt, causing me to gasp at how full I felt.

Looking up at his face, I saw him grin broadly at how well I was able to accommodate him. Without much hesitation, he slowly pulled it out so that just the head remained nestled inside the slick pink lips of my opening. Gazing down at his cock in that position, he grunted and thrust it inside again, harder this time.

“What a pussy,” he exclaimed in awe as he thrust in and out slowly.

Puzzled, I didn’t understand what made my pussy particularly special, but rather than waste time thinking about it, I lifted my hips up and tilted toward his to take his cock just slightly deeper inside. That caused another grunt and encouraged me to repeat the movement.

Pumping hard and fast, his big black cock was pounding into me, sliding in and out of my depth. The sounds of his cock mixing up with my juices and his balls slapping against my white ass cheeks wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as the look on his face as he climaxed. His scrunched-up face and groan turned me on even more than the nipple torment earlier.

As he pulled out, he shouted, “WHAT a pussy!” After tossing the used condom into the trash beside my bed, he collapsed beside me and we hugged as he caught his breath.

Cuddling for a while without talking, my hand reached down to locate the BBC once again. Gripping it firmly, I began massaging it back to life. His eyes grew a little wide as he realized that he was going to be able to get hard again so fast. Dragging my nails lightly across his nut sack, still slick with my juices, I played with his equipment until he reached full size once again, standing tall and proud. Hastily, I opened the second condom wrapper and placed the rubber sheath gently over his cock. It stretched around the skin and I wondered if condoms came in different sizes because this dick needed extra-large. Soon I was distracted and not too worried about such thoughts. Instead I got on all fours and raised my ass for him to take me from behind this time.

I could tell he wanted to watch as his dark skin pressed against the whiteness of my butt cheeks. Plus, I find that many guys enjoy watching it disappear in and out of my pussy. If pounded hard, my butt would jiggle in ripples, and my tits would sway heavily. Right now, I was just enjoying feeling full. The length and thickness of his cock was stressing me a little because in this position, it felt like it was skewering me.

A thin sheen of sweat was starting to break out on my back and he reached out his hand and slid it up and down my spine. As his fingers glided along my skin, I arched again and accepted his thrusts readily. Then his hand reached around and cupped one of my hanging breasts. Fumbling a little until he found his target, he gripped the nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezed harshly, eliciting a squeal and causing me to tense slightly. That tightened my pussy’s grip around his cock, to his delight.

“You’re gonna make me cum again already!” he growled.

Lowering my head and freeing my nipple from his grip, I squeezed my pussy walls intentionally, pulsing the muscles hard and then releasing the tension. I was rewarded with a loud groan and heavy panting.

Not long after, his cock slid out of me once again, flaccid and spent. I straightened out my legs and fell to the soft mattress, a little damp from the exertion. He crawled off the bed and went to the restroom. Before he left, he once again mumbled just barely loud enough for me to hear, “What a pussy!” He wasn’t a great conversationalist, but he got his point across.

After cleaning up, he returned to bed and slipped beside me, resting his head on my chest as he idly rubbed his thumb against my nipple. Sensing that I was still aroused, he moved his hand down my belly and found the hardened knob of my clit. His forefinger rubbed up and down the tiny button, and then it reached down further to slip inside the hole where his cock had just been. An almost inaudible sigh slipped from my lips, but he heard it and was encouraged to proceed.

Now moistened from my juices, his finger slid up and down first one side and then the other, slowly. Gradually, the pace increased as he listened to my breathing to gauge how far or close I was to an orgasm. Squirming and breathing erratically, I focused on the pressure he was applying to my clit. Panting now I was close to climax, and my legs tensed as I finally released and pulses racked my body.

Watching me climax, he rubbed his hips against my thigh, and much to OUR surprise, his cock was once again engorged and stiff as it pressed against me, demanding another round. Still breathing hard, I recovered while he once again applied a condom. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and quickly pressed his cock inside me. Still sensitive from the recent climax, it felt incredible!

His excitement was so peaked that he didn’t want to take his time so instead he pumped hard and fast, going for his third climax in less than an hour! Very moist and swollen from the recent orgasm, my pussy welcomed the intrusion, spasming rhythmically.

Thrusting hard, his fingers gripped my ankles uncomfortably as he went about fucking me. Focused on where our hips were joined, he climaxed once again and yelped, “What a pussy!”

Smiling contentedly, I watched him collapse beside me once again. As he dozed off, I thought about the three times I got to enjoy him, a triple treat of BBC!