My one and only BBC experience

The only black guy I was ever with was in 1979. My first husband and I tried swinging (his idea) and at a pool party, there was this very distinguished older black man, grey, almost white hair, with the largest cock I have ever seen, before or since. I was 19, and on the skinny side, but with wide hips and a prominent butt. This was at a time when these attributes weren't openly sought after, and interracial sex was still a taboo.

He was getting a lot of attention at the party (for obvious reasons) but he kept wanting to chat it up with me, which made my hubby very uncomfortable. I was shy, and had always been self-conscious of my big butt, so I was the only one not undressing, but this man kept walking up to me, naked, that big cock mesmerizing me. He was confident, much older than I ever imagined I could be attracted to, but here was this man who kept telling me how fine I was, and that we should play. I was starting to respond to his advances, getting a little flirtatious. My husband wasn't small (8") but this guy was 8" soft. I couldn't help but imagine how big it would get, but I was also very scared of it. This whole scene turned me on like I had never been before, but the tension between my husband and I was too much and we left.

It all started downhill with us after that party. Many trust and confidence issues arose between us. We soon divorced, and I couldn't help but wonder about that sexy older black man. I was masturbating a lot, and quite lonely, but when I would cum the hardest, was when I would imagine that older black man with me in my bed.

I mention all of this, because I ran into this same guy almost a year to the date of that pool party. I had gained some weight, and was really quite miserable. Everywhere around me, magazines, TV, movies, was telling me the only sexy women were tiny waifish girls with no butt that wore leg warmers and trimmed their bushes into tiny patches. None of that was me. I was, and remain, a natural hippie girl at heart.

So there I was at a local restaurant, sharing the table with catty coworkers. I had just sat down after going to the bathroom, and the table full of women looked horrified. I turned around, and there this man was. He had noticed me, and remembered me from the party, but he was so classy, he didn't say anything other than "I believe you dropped this when you walked by." He then handed me a folded $20 dollar bill, smiled, and walked away.

I can't tell you the rollercoaster of emotions I went through in the 10 seconds it took for that to happen. I was seven shades of red, and the talk commenced immediately at the table. Most thought it was quite nice he returned the money, a couple others voiced more hurtful comments. Once I calmed down from the instant fear of being "outed" to the group as a swinger, I realized I had slipped the bill into my pocket, but I was sure there was writing on it. I let them think how scared I was to cover-up my blushing, and they were stupid women, so they bought it. They didn't even wonder if it was my $20.

That was the longest lunch I ever had to sit through. The image of the older black man with a giant cock filled my mind.

I barely got into my car when I pulled the crumpled bill out to look. On the edge, he wrote, "Please call me." and his number followed. I couldn't believe it. I was still in shock.

I'll make this short. It took me almost a week before I worked-up the courage to call. During that week, I fantasized so many scenarios. I finally called, and no answer. I ended-up calling at least ten other times, each time, my courage was stronger, until by the tenth call, I was getting angry. There wasn't call-waiting, or message machines everywhere, so by the time he finally answered, I had almost given up.

I thought he had told me his name was Rodney, so I asked if this was him. His deep voice came over the phone. "This is Darren."

I was instantly shy, and had no idea what to do, so there was a very awkward silence. Had I been dialing the wrong number? He finally spoke again. "Is this the sexy girl from the pool party? Is this Beth?"

I immediately said yes! I didn't even hesitate. No one called me sexy, but the way he said it made me melt.

He laughed, and we ended-up having a nice, normal conversation. He wanted to know if I was married, how I had been, that he hoped he hadn't caused any eyebrows to raise at the restaurant. I filled him in on everything that had happened to me, and was still too shy to even mention the sexual energy I was feeling.

He responded to the divorce simply by saying. "Is he crazy?" That made me feel so good.

I was already wet when he got right to it. "I am very glad you called. I would love to see you some time."

I was shy again, kicking myself at how silly I was being. There followed another long silence. He added, "Don't worry, we can keep it a secret. If you feel like coming over and talking some more, I would love that." The way he said it, it was obvious it was an invitation to have sex. I was still quiet, almost afraid. I thought about everything in the span of a few seconds. I imagined how big he was when he got hard. I imagined if it would hurt. I imagined the gossip that would occur if someone found out.

"I want you to know you are the sexiest thing I've ever seen." he said during the silence.

"How big are you?" I blurted out in a shaky voice.

"Why don't you come over and see." was his simple reply.

Another long silence, but my nipples could cut glass and my pussy was drooling. I was so turned on by this phone conversation.

"I won't do anything you don't want." he said in a way that led me to believe he was done romancing me.

"Okay." I replied. He gave me his address, and I knew roughly where he lived. It was a nice area, so it soothed my panic, and we ended the phone call setting a time.


**I want you to know, as I write this, I am dripping all over the chair having this memory**


I'll skip all the stupid stuff involved. I couldn't find his place, and I didn't have a map. I ended up calling him from my apartment and apologizing. After making sure it's something I wanted to do, he set another date for the next day off we both shared.

I asked him again before we hung up our phones, "how big are you?"

He just chuckled and said "It's big baby."

The next three days were agony. I waffled back and forth. Should I drop it, should I go. In between these stressful thoughts, I masturbated at night.

He called me a few hours before we were to meet, and said "If it's easier, I'll meet you at the Shell station, and you can follow me to my place so you don't get lost." He made sure I knew how to get there and hung up.

I was so scared, but excited. I put on some cut-off shorts and a wore a tube top. I wanted to make sure he knew I meant business this time. The sun had set, and I felt like this was the biggest adventure I had ever embarked on. (no pun intended, honestly)

I got to the gas station and there he was, leaning against a Corvette. He was wearing those shiny track suits that was the fashion. I thought he must be rich! (It was the late seventies, and I was a rather silly, simple girl) He waved at me, and without even talking, he got in his car and pulled away, not giving me the chance to back out. I followed.

We pulled into his driveway, and he motioned for me to stay in the car. He was so confident, and the house was rather nice in my mind, so I obediently did as he told me. He lifted the garage door and motioned me in. I pulled all the way into the garage, setting in stone that this was going to happen. My heart was going a mile-a-minute. I shut the car off and he closed the garage door. We were now away from prying eyes, and I started to tremble. It didn't help that it was pitch black in the garage.

"It's okay baby, you can come out." his deep voice came for me.

I opened the car door, the light inside clicked on, and there he stood. He helped me out of the car, and closed it behind me. There I was, in a dark garage, with a black man old enough to be my father, if not my grandfather. My thoughts swirled, and I almost lost my balance. His strong hands held me, and he pulled me close.

"It's okay Beth. No one saw you. Nothing to be afraid of baby girl. No one will ever know you came here to see how big my cock is." he chuckled. He was trying to be funny, and relieve some of the stress I was feeling. It didn't work. I had no words. I was scared to death.

Feeling me tremble, he let go of me and in an instant, the door to the garage opened, and he stepped up into his house. The light from the kitchen coming through the door relaxed me a little, and his demeanor left me puzzled. He left me there without another word. I thought for a brief moment that I was stuck. I heard his voice from inside the house.

"Come on in when you're ready."

I still couldn't move, but I wanted to at least look into the house. I had no idea what I would see. I stood there for a few moments, and was about to walk in when he said the most erotic thing I had hear to that point.

"If you want, I'll open the garage door and make sure you get home safe, otherwise, I'm going to put on my robe and meet you inside." His voice trailed off.

I couldn't stand it. I wanted to see this man in a robe. For some reason, the thought of this perverted old black man in a robe wanting to fuck me turned me on like a light switch. I am rather sure he knew this.

I walked into a very clean house which put me at ease, and the nice furnishings didn't hurt. This guy did have money. I was comforted by the fact that I wouldn't be harmed by a classy guy like this. My heart was beating out of my chest though.

There was one light on in the living room, so I was drawn to it like a sexual moth. My pussy began to throb thinking about how nasty this whole scene was, and I loved it. I was in a strange man's house, waiting for him to come out in a robe. I didn't sit, I just stood there in the middle of the room, nervous, but incredibly excited thinking about the events that got me to this place.

Only then did I even notice he was playing some music. I think it was the Commodores, but really, who knows, or cares. I started swaying a little to the music when he appeared from the hallway, straight passed the living room and into the kitchen. I stared as he passed. I was hoping to see his cock, but I just saw a tall guy in a robe.

"You want something to drink?" he asked.

"I'm okay." I quietly answered.

I heard some noise from the kitchen. Glasses, ice, silence, and then there he was. Standing there, a grown black man with nothing but a robe between us. It was tied, and as much as I wished it, it didn't fall open revealing his giant cock. He had two glasses, and a grin.

"God damn girl, you're going to give me a heart attack!" he laughed.

I remembered what I had worn. I felt stupid. I was in short cut-offs and a tube top, looking every inch a slut. I got embarrassed and giggled uneasily. Was he serious? He walked to the coffee table and set the drinks down.

"You are one fine looking woman Beth." he said quite seriously.

I relaxed, I gave it all up. I was here to see this man's cock, and I wasn't going to run out until I saw it.

"Turn around baby. Let me see what you got me for my birthday." he said.

"It's your birthday?" I asked, every inch a slut, and every inch of that slut chock full of naiveté.

"It is now." he laughed. He was trying to put me at ease, and it was working. His humor was lost on me, but I welcomed his attempts. I also welcomed his hungry gaze. I felt so desired at that point.

He flipped open a box on the table and pulled a joint out. I never wanted a buzz more than that moment.

"I hope it's okay. Do you partake?" I just nodded like the stupid little girl I was.

He laughed and added, "cool."

He lit it up and said "I'm serious baby, turn around. I want to check you out."

He was so mature, so sure of himself, so into me. I was in heaven. I started becoming the horny girl I always was. I turned around for this confident man.

"Keep turning." he huffed in between drags of the joint.

I knew if I wanted some, I would have to get closer, so I moved a little closer as I turned.

"Fucking sexy baby." he growled. I melted. I felt so sexy just from his words alone, but my pussy was swollen from imagining him showing that big black dick to me. It was all so nasty, and unforgettable.

He handed the joint to me and said "My turn."

I tried to be cool, but I couldn't help it. I just stared.

He reached for the loose knot on his robe, and unceremoniously opened it. It was thick, and starting to grow. The hood on his cock came to a shriveled point, hiding the head from me. It reminded me I was with an old man. It was already bigger than I remembered it when I saw him at the party. I expected it to be rock hard and gigantic, but it just sort of hung there. Bigger than my ex, and with much more growing to go. My knees started to get weak. This guy was huge. It started getting hard as I stared.

"That's it baby. Look at this big 'ole snake I have for you." he said.

I sucked the end of the joint so hard sparks seemed to fly from it. He laughed so loud it startled me, but all I could do is stare as his big dick jiggled and flopped from his laughter.

"You're a crazy girl, aren't you Beth?" he was toying with me now.

My personality came out in full bloom at that moment. "I'm serious Darren, how big are you?" I asked as I pointed a finger at the scary looking thing that hung in front of me.

"You'll see." he teased. He reached for the joint and while he smoked, he gestured that I should turn around again. I obediently did as he asked, but this time, so turned-on, I started dancing a little, moving to the music. I wanted to get him hard, and too afraid to actually approach him to touch it, I decided I would tease him to make it get hard.

"Oh hell yes baby girl. I'm going to sit and watch you dance for me. I'm telling you, you're the finest girl I've ever seen." he offered.

At that point, it didn't matter to me if this was his way of getting girls, if he was doing his moves on me. The flattery, the big dick, the confidence, the older man angle. It was working and I didn't mind being seduced. I welcomed it with open slutty arms. It didn't matter to me. I felt like I was the sexiest girl on Earth. I had turned all the way around again, grooving to the music, and when I looked again, he had sat on the couch, his robe open, and his semi-hard cock on display, hanging over the edge of the couch. It was official. This man had a porn star cock. I could tell it wasn't fully hard yet just by the way it lay there all thick and rubbery looking. I was actually dripping at this point. I could feel the loose threads of my cut-offs being soaked and cold as the touched my inner thigh. I was secretly planning my exit strategy. I was thinking how I would get him rock hard, touch it a little, and bolt out the door. It was approaching painful territory in my mind. He was so thick. SO THICK. And it had room to grow more. He just sat there with it hanging off the edge of the couch, knowing full well his impressive size. Proud of it. I could sense that there was many women that got this treatment, and again, I was okay with it. Tonight, he could be all mine, and I was giving serious thought as to how gentle he would be, because I was going to be all his.

"Lord yes baby. You are fine." he kept repeating. He kept making noises like he was eating something really good. "Mmmm mmm. Yes, yes."

"What made you want to come see an old man like me Beth.?" he stared at me as I moved to the music, dancing for the big black man.

I was delirious in my erotic thoughts of being desired so much.

"You know why I'm here Darren." I replied.

"You come here to see some big black daddy cock?" he said, this time I turned and he was starting to rub the top of his dick like he was petting a cat. Not stroking it, just letting it lay there, petting it, it was bigger, the veins becoming visible as the wrinkles filled out.

I had never heard a man talk like this. I had never heard a man refer to himself as daddy. I had never heard a man talk about his cock like this man did. It was all so new, so shocking. So fucking sexy. People say daddy all the time now, but trust me, I was sort of reeling from the mention of it, but at the same time, the nasty words spoke to my inner being.

For the first time since I started dancing for him, I stopped turning in circles. I just watched him pet that big cock as he talked to me. I was really getting off on this perverted old man.

"That's my baby girl. Show it off for daddy. Take those clothes off baby. Show it off to me." he said, this time his voice real low, real nasty, real hot. Again at the mention of daddy, I sort of froze, but at the same time, it was like an explosion in my pussy.

He sipped his drink as I took all of 10 seconds to pull my top off and drop my shorts. My tits were out in the open and my pantyless crotch was in full view. I had a rather thick bush, and unshaven armpits.

"Damn girl, you move fast. No time to enjoy." he said but he got real quiet for the first time. No mmm mmm's or yes yes.

He seemed to home in on my bush quickly so I asked, "do you like it hairy?" Hoping it was okay. I just stood there, ready to hear the typical response to an unshaven woman during that period of time.

"Hell yes baby. that's a beautiful pussy you got." he said. It was the first time I heard him sound like what I thought was a typical black man. He was classy, obviously had a good job, and sounded much like any man I had ever met.

It was so nice to hear him say he likes hair. I didn't waste any time, and lifted my arms up, showing him I didn't shave there either. For the first time, I saw the lust in his eyes. Real lust. Not some come-on line, but the admiration of an aroused man.

"I got a peek when you got out of your car, and I was hoping you were hairy everywhere." he sounded like the nervous shy one now.

I giggled and he started the rest of the night at that moment.

"Get that fine ass over here right now." he said as he patted the cushion next to him.

I almost stumbled in my eagerness to get close to him. I was lost in my own arousal. I sat down and scooted right up against him. Our naked flesh touching for the first time. Sexually touching my first black man. He was so warm. He pulled his arms out of the robe and curled one around me as he drew me in for a kiss. I was putty in his hands. Our mouths met and and I opened to find his wild tongue darting inside of me. I almost came right there. This grey haired horse hung man had me in his web.

He groped my tits roughly in contrast to his sensual kissing. I couldn't get enough. I wanted to crawl inside the man. He then did the hottest thing to that point. Never breaking our kiss, he tongued me wildly as he guided my hand to his cock.

I was stunned. It was still a little rubbery, soft to the touch. This man wasn't hard yet. I broke our kiss off and looked down. Dying to get my first up-close look at a black dick.

"Jesus Darren." is all I could manage.


**sorry, but it's getting late, and this story just keeps making me so hot remembering all of these details. I know it's a terrible place to stop, but I want to cum, and I'm going to bed to enjoy this. Look for Part 2 sooner than later**