1. Nice Little Surprise


    Date: 6/8/2017, Categories: True Story, Black, Boy, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Older, Masturbation, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Teen, Violence, Voyeur, Author: Blackstroker, Source: sexstories.com

    Nice Little Surprises I am Sharon, and this is the story of how I made a sudden unexplainable turnaround from being a confirmed lover of big cocks to going after a smaller one after accidentally viewing it, and being totally surprised and satisfied. I am a buxom thirty eight year old woman of mixed black and Portuguese descent. Here in my Caribbean country we view the descendants of nineteenth century indentured laborers from Portugal, as a race different to white/European. I stand a shapely five feet ten barefooted, with watery hazel eyes, full pouty lips and long, black almost straight hair reaching past my shoulders. My boobs are big, my ass is big, my thighs and hips full and firm, and my pussy mound the size of a hamburger bun. I have been sexually active since high school days, with a moderate tally, by today’s standards, of nine men. By some strange coincidence, all my lovers so far boasted huge dicks, ranging between a stout eight to a baton like twelve inches. My present husband, I’ve been twice married, fetches a massive tenner. It was a tenner incidentally, that first pried open my virgin pussy leaving me forever hooked on big, scoffing at the thought of anything small sliding into my ever horny tunnel. I simply love the feel of big; of being opened up under pressure, of being stretched and bruised and made to squirm. I love having to bite my lips and dig my heels into the bed to brace myself for the forced entry. I love having to grasp at my man’s hips to control ... the onslaught, and I enjoy the feeling of wanting to escape, yet wanting to stay. Yes, I love some pain; not too much though. It was a blistering hot mid-afternoon, and I had just got out of bed, sweat drenched and a bit flushed from a steamy dream during a doze that I’d fallen into while watching soap on TV. My bedroom fan had broken down two days ago. I peeled off the damp blouse and bra, and slipped out of the short denim skirt. Wearing only a thong, I walked out of my bedroom and headed straight for the tiny upstairs living room which was free of direct sun at that time of day. I pulled aside the glass sliding door and was nicely greeted with a strong gust of fresh wind. I started to step out into the little verandah, forgetting for a moment that I was almost naked. I quickly pulled back inside and sat down in recline on a nearby sofa, my head on the arm, one leg on the floor and the other one leaning against the back rest of the sofa, allowing the cool wind to have its way on my welcoming body. As I sat there still a bit groggy, I could feel the refreshing wind brushing against my fat pussy lips that were bisected by the thong crotch and on impulse let my hand drift down to cup and squeeze the sweetly titillated area tenderly, as I fished in my mind for some illicit images to help me on the intended journey. I have never been physically unfaithful to any of my husbands, but do from time to time when pleasuring myself, indulge in a little fantasy. It never takes much to ...
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