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 Black Guys Do Fuck You Differently

   I love the way black men fuck.  It is so different from white guys. 
They seem to know you are just as horny as they are, and white guys have
this, `well, she is just doing this for me' attitude.

   The first time I fucked a black guy was when I was first married.  He
lived across the street from us, and while my husband was at work I saw him
washing his car without a shirt on.  His chest was awesome, and his
shoulders where just right.  He had on a pair of shorts that showed his
bulge.  I know the other women in the neighborhood where watching him out
their windows.

   I put on my swim suit top and a pair of slut shorts, and went out and
worked in the yard.  After a while he came over and started talking.  I was
so ready, but he said he had to go someplace.  I told him to stop by
sometime, in the morning, and we could have a cup of coffee together.  I
guess my offer was none too subtle.

   The next day he showed up almost as soon as my husband left.  I was
still in my robe.  I invited him in, gave him a cup of coffee, and went
into the bedroom to put something on.  I was standing at my bedside in just
panties, wondering what to put on, when he knocked on the door.  I went to
put on my robe when it opened.

   There I was, naked, standing by the bed, while that beautiful black stud
stared at me...  looking me up and down.  He walked over to me, and kissed
me, I acted like I didn't want him, but he knew better.  He pushed me down
on the bed.  I lifted my bottom to take off my panties, and I stripped off
his clothes, revealing a really nice cock.

   I asked if he had a condom.  He said he didn't use them.  I told him I
was trying to get pregnant, so I wasn't on anything.  He pulled my legs
apart anyway.  I know I should have said no, but I let him enter me.

   He was wonderful.  He came inside me again and again that morning.  I
guess somehow I knew I was to be pregnant as soon as he left that day, so
when my husband came home I told him what had happened.  Happily for me, my
husband was both understanding and supportive.  He was even happy for me
that I had gotten a good aggressive screwing.

   Sure enough, I had our neighbor's baby.  It turned out to be a beautiful
boy, just like his dad.  Of course everyone in the neighborhood knew who
the father was, and that was the start of the cuckold relationship my
husband and I share to this day.

   The guy who impregnated me moved out before the baby was born.  He has
never seen him.  That's OK, we are raising the boy right, and my husband
loves him like his own.  So thank you, my black sperm donor, for our son!

   After I gave birth I got back on birth control.  Having learned how
black guys fuck much differently that white guys, usually much better than
white guys, I began looking for black studs to give me pleasure.  Having
established our cuckold relationship, my husband actually took me to black
bars so I could find prospective lovers.

   Over the past few years, with my husband's help and cooperation, I have
enjoyed a good number of new sex partners.  Variety is wonderful.  Not all
of my lovers have been black.  Again, variety is wonderful!

   But, our son is now 5-years-old, and I am ready again to be bred by a
black man again.  I am off birth control now, and I am on the prowl for a
well-hung handsome black guy, like my son's father.