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Authors name: Blackzilla (blackzilla99@hotmail.com)
Story title : Filled To Capacity

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Filled To Capacity (MF, intr, affair)
By Blackzilla
 
***

One night I was surfing the web and found myself 
browsing the Yahoo personal ads. Some of the ads 
women had put up were simply hilarious, and the 
things they were apparently looking for in men were 
absurd. I laughed my ass off the entire night reading 
these ads. They all seemed the same, these women 
claiming they wanted a man who was loving, kind, 
honest, sincere, etc. I'd never read so much bullshit 
in my entire life. One thing they all had in common 
was that they wanted an honest man. 

Most guys lie; I know, cause I do. We need to lie to 
get pussy. Some of you women want us to jump through 
hoops just to get into your panties, or do a bunch of 
shit we don't want to do. We do these things 
reluctantly, just so we finally get some pussy. I 
can't even begin to describe the dumb, ridiculous 
shit I've done just to get my share of pussy. 

I decided that night to dump the truth, and nothing 
but the truth, on these women. They wanted a man to 
be honest, and I could give them the truth. Fuck it, 
I thought, I've nothing better to do, and nothing to 
lose. So I started writing the brutal truth. The more 
I wrote the more ridiculous these ads seemed to me. 
Halfway through I started laughing, and couldn't 
stop. I guess I needed to vent something that night, 
cause I didn't hold back. This is my ad, exactly as I 
posted it 

FIRST LET ME TELL YOU I AM A BLACK MAN, AND I LOVE 
WHITE WOMEN. 

Hi, ladies! You always say in your ads that you're 
looking for an honest man. Well, you've found one, 
but you probably won't like what he has to say. I'm 
placing this ad response cause I'm looking to get 
laid, and that's it. Hey, at least that's honest. Why 
else would I do it? Think about it. We single men are 
lonely, and basically looking for something to do. 
Reading some of the ads, I've laughed out loud at 
stuff like "long walks in the park" or "I like to go 
hiking." What a load of crap! 

Half the women I've met, after two blocks they're 
complaining their feet hurt. My favorite is "I like 
to go horseback riding." That's the one that cracks 
me up the most. First, where the hell do you find a 
horse in New York City? Second, what makes you think 
it wants you on its back? And here's another one for 
you ladies. What makes you think I'd want to go to a 
God-damn Museum? All that tells me is that you are 
one boring ass female. Fuck that!

Here's another good one. "I love sports." Puhleeze, 
ladies. The first thing you want to do on a Sunday 
during the football season is drag us around town 
making us do stuff we don't want to do? I speak for 
at least 50% of the men out there when I say: 1. We 
hate shopping. 2. We do not want to hang out with 
your family or your silly friends. I don't have time 
to do those boring ass things some of you ladies want 
a man to do. 

My job and my money come first. I work 6 days a week, 
and after a long day at work the last thing I want to 
hear is "Where are we going tonight?" The only reason 
men put up with your fantasies is - and let's be 
honest here - we want to get laid. I used to play 
that game - doing the shopping thing, walks in the 
park bullshit, those ridiculous, so-called-romantic 
things you make us do just to see if we will do them, 
and then, just maybe, you might give us some pussy. 
Wake up, ladies! It's a different world!

The fantasy man you dreamt of, as a child no longer 
exists in 2001. Kind, caring, sincere, loyal, etc men 
are few and far between. And if you think you can 
find a guy like that on the web, well... good- 
fucking- luck. Most guys on-line are checking out 
porn sites, and wondering how to get laid. 

So, do you hate me now? Are you pissed off that 
you've wasted your time reading this? Well, that's 
life, honey. If you want your pussy pounded into 
submission by a big black man, I'm the one, baby. And 
if reading this has made your pussy moist, drop a 
brother an e-mail. You never know... if you live 
close enough to me, tonight could be your lucky night 
instead of being all alone. You might just find your 
pussy filled to capacity by a big black cock. 

In closing, let me stress that I love all women - 
short, tall, fat, skinny, chunky - though my fetish 
is the older white woman. I love all races, and would 
like to experience women from all over the world 
before I die. So, ladies, here's the deal. If you're 
looking for someone to run around town, go here and 
there, do a lot of dumb boring shit like I mentioned 
above, I'm not the one. 

However, if you want to fool around and have sex, I'm 
your black knight. I have a very erotic mind and like 
to experiment with my ladies. I love role-playing 
games and shit like that. I'm not down with any gay 
stuff unless it's between women. I'm a voyeur and 
like to watch. When I'm bored I write erotic stories. 
My stories are posted worldwide. If you would like a 
trip into my mind, take the link below to my home 
page, where I post my stories.

I write under the screen name Blackzilla99. If, after 
reading this, you hate me, that's ok. I understand. 
At least I was honest. If you want to tell me off, 
that's ok too. I respond to all e-mails. We can chat 
if you like, or whatever. Thanks for listening to the 
truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Peace

Blackzilla

  



When I was done writing I felt great, like there was 
a load off my mind. Plus it helped kill some time 
before I was to go out that evening to meet a friend. 
I went back to the Yahoo personals site and filtered 
out the ads by women in the New York, Westchester, 
area. It was as usual, a variety of women looking for 
the same old shit.

I still had an hour to kill, so I started to copy and 
paste this ad response to every one of these women 
who had claimed she wanted an honest man. Race, age 
or body type didn't matter. If they said they wanted 
honesty I gave it to them. After replying to about a 
hundred ads (fortunately I have DSL) I got bored. 
Also it was time for me to go out to pick up my 
friends. 

As I was going out I wondered if anybody would write 
me back. I expected some juicy hate mail, but I 
didn't care. I guess it was the troublemaker in me. A 
part of me, though, felt bad. I knew that some of 
those women would be real pissed off with what they 
found in their e-mail mailboxes. But I also figured 
that some would get a laugh out of it. 

Waking the next day around noon I fired up my pc and 
went into my mailbox. I was amazed to find about 30 
email responses. As expected, many were from pissed-
off women. About 20 basically told me to go fuck 
myself, while about 5 thanked me for at least being 
honest. One email got my attention. The subject line 
read " I like your style, we share a common bond.. 
Let's party Zilla." 

In the e-mail she said she lived in Scarsdale, which 
was the next town over. That alone got me excited. 
(Shit! it was five minutes away!) She said how funny 
she thought I was, and how I made complete sense. She 
said she'd just moved to NY from Florida, and how 
bored she was. She was white and had never been with 
a black man, though she'd always wanted to have sex 
with one. 

Her name was Terri, she was 27 years old, about 5'5" 
weighed around 135 pounds and had short black hair. 
What most excited me was her saying that most of her 
weight was in her hips and ass. Just that one 
sentence got my dick hard. But the last sentence was 
the stopper. "My phone number, Mr. Blackzilla, is 
555-5555. I don't play games either, so if you want 
to party call me. I dare you. lol." 

Was this woman fucking with me? I was excited, but 
doubtful. Twenty seconds of thought later I reached 
for my phone. While dialing I thought: She's got some 
nerve to dare me! The old saying ran through my head, 
"Momma didn't raise no punk." I love a challenge. If 
she wanted to play I would play with her. The phone 
rang three times before a very soft, sexy voice 
answered.

"Hello." 

"Hi. Can I speak to Terri?" I used my manliest voice, 
trying to sound cool.

"Yes, this is she." 

I heard a faint giggle. Fuck it, I thought. Let's see 
where this goes.

"Who's this?" said the voice. 

I said: "Hi. This is Blackzilla. You sent me your 
number. 

"Hi. How are you? I didn't really think you'd call."

"Well, in your email you dared me."

We chatted about half an hour. She had a pleasant 
voice, soft and sweet, and seemed really nice. She 
also had a great sense of humor, which I loved. We 
talked about sex and how much we both liked it. The 
more we talked the more I liked her. Then she said, 
"So, Mr. Zilla, what are your plans for today.?"

"Nothing much. Why, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Well, I was hoping I might find some black guy to 
fill my pussy to capacity," she said, laughing.

I also laughed. It was funny to hear her quote my ad 
response. I said, "Just give me an hour to shower and 
get ready, baby. I'll be there in a heart beat."

I said it as if it was a joke. Though I really wanted 
her I didn't know if I should take her seriously. She 
was silent for a while...

Then she said, "I wasn't kidding. Do you want to come 
over?"

I took about a tenth of a second to think of my 
reply. "Hell, yeah, I want to come over."

"Do you know where Garth Road is in Scarsdale? My 
address is 1574 Garth Rd, my apartment number is 4k," 
she said in her sweet voice.

I like a woman with a sweet voice. Then I thought, 
could I trust this girl? Is she serious or can she be 
playing a game with me? What if it's a fake address, 
or something weird like that? 

I said, "Hey, Terri, I hope you're not playing games. 
If you are, then let me tell you, it won't be 
appreciated." I spoke seriously, wanting her to know 
I wasn't playing around. I also wanted her to know 
who was in control. 

She said, "Mr. Zilla, I know I sound kind of fast, 
but when you get to know me you'll find that I'm a 
straight shooter. I don't like playing games either. 
If you want to know the truth, I'm horny. I want a 
black cock, and you live close by. It's that simple."

I'd never heard a woman talk like that before, and I 
loved it. I'd often dreamt of having a woman talk 
like that to me. So many women fuck around, beating 
around the fucking bush. To hear one speak so plainly 
was refreshing, and also exciting. Terri sounded 
sincere, and her attitude to sex was a man's dream. I 
didn't need to hear any more. My last words before I 
hung up were, "I'll be there in one hour, baby. Get 
it warm for me."

"I'll be here, waiting. And, trust me, it's already 
warm."

I hung up the phone and took a deep breath. This was 
what I'd fantasized about for years. What had started 
as a joke was becoming real. There was no time to 
waste. I jumped in the shower, and while there I 
tried to imagine what she looked like. I didn't think 
she'd have lied when she knew I was coming over. I 
hoped she was cute. And I wanted her body to be as 
she'd described it. After my shower and a quick shave 
I made my way down the Bronx river parkway, heading 
toward Scarsdale. I knew where Garth Road was, cause 
a friend of mine used to live there.

I parked my car and made for the front of her 
building. I was a little nervous, but not too bad. 
There were a few white people in the lobby. It cracks 
me up the way white people look at a black man in 
their neighborhood. I always give them a big smile 
and a nice greeting, which puts most white people at 
ease, especially those not used to dealing with black 
people. I rang the buzzer for Terri's apartment and 
heard once more that sweet voice over the intercom.

"Who is it?" 

The funny thing was that I hadn't told her my name. 
With other people in the lobby, I didn't feel like 
saying I was Blackzilla, so I just said, "Hi. It's 
me," as if I was an old friend. I rode the elevator 
to the fourth floor, and when I reached her door I 
just stood for a while, my palms sweating with 
excitement. At last I took a deep breath and pushed 
the buzzer. She must have been standing by the door 
because before I could draw my hand back it opened 
about 6 inches and she stuck her head out and gave me 
a big smile. She was so fucking cute. I said, "Hi. 
How're you doing?" All the time wondering why she 
only had the door open a crack. 

She looked me up and down. "Hi there, Mr. Zilla." 
Now, no one ever calls me that face-to-face, and it 
sounded weird coming from her. I just write under the 
name Blackzilla. No one in my everyday life knows my 
erotic story side; it's just something I do on the 
web for fun, and privately.

I used my wits to break the ice, saying, "Well, can I 
come in? I hope there aren't a couple of big white 
guys behind the door waiting to beat me up or 
something." She giggled, and giving me a naughty 
smile she grabbed my left hand and said, "Come on in.

When I entered her apartment it became clear why 
Terri had been hiding behind the door. She had on 
just a black robe and sexy high-heeled shoes, which 
put 3 inches on her height. She looked absolutely 
stunning. Her short haircut was very sexy, and she 
looked like she just got out of the shower. I love 
the wet, fresh look white women have when they come 
from the shower. Most of all, I liked her smile, 
which was the kind that warms you up inside. 

Still holding her hand, I stepped back, saying, "Damn 
girl! You are fine." I raised her hand above her head 
and gestured for her to turn around. She blushed but 
did just that, continuing to giggle. It was time I 
took control of the situation. She had been the 
aggressor on the phone, but I intended to be in 
charge in the bedroom. 

When she was facing me again I put an arm around her 
waist and pulled her to me. It was a bold move, but 
it felt right. My sudden action must have startled 
her, because her eyes grew wide. I gently kissed the 
top of her forehead, saying, "It's a real pleasure to 
meet you, Terri." 

She looked up, smiling. "It's my pleasure too." I 
felt her arms wrap around me. She was warm in my 
arms, and I felt the room temperature rising. We 
stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like 
forever, though it must have been just a few seconds. 
It was that tense moment just before the first kiss. 
I was nervous as hell but didn't hesitate, and when I 
bent to kiss her lips she was ready. She smiled and 
closed her eyes, and lifted her face. 

Terri's lips were wonderfully soft, and when they met 
mine the sensation was electric. She was a little 
tense to start with, but then she gave a little sigh 
and her whole body seemed to melt in my arms. Her 
lips parted and she thrust her little tongue into my 
mouth. She was a lovely, passionate kisser, soft and 
hard at the same time. 

A part of me still couldn't believe I was in this 
woman's apartment. You see, shit like this just 
doesn't happen to me. I've always had to work hard 
for pussy. But there was nothing to analyze, no 
drama, no endless phone calls. No going out to 
dinner, then spending a fortune to impress the date.

This woman was a wet dream, a fantasy delivered by 
way of the web. Though my tongue was buried in her 
mouth, and my hands were moving down her back, I 
wasn't yet sure she was for real. But when my hands 
reached her ass, and felt those fat, round, soft 
globes through her robe, all my doubts vanished. 
Terri was for real all right. 

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned as I started to explore her 
backside. Her robe was slippery against the flesh, 
and my hands easily glided over, under and between 
her cheeks. 

She broke our kiss and I started to kiss her neck. 
She said, "You like it, don't you, baby? I know black 
men like girls with big Asses do you like my ass, Mr. 
Zilla?"

"Damn, baby, your ass feels so fucking good. Let me 
see it, baby. Take off that robe, now." 

She stepped back a couple of feet, and I saw that I-
want-to-fuck look in her eyes. That incredible smile 
stayed on her face, and my dick started to swell with 
anticipation. I expected her to remove her robe 
slowly and seductively, but there was none of that. 
In fact, if I'd blinked I would have missed seeing 
the robe hit the floor. 

"GOD DAMN!" I shouted when she stood before me 
wearing nothing but her black high heels. My cock was 
at full strength now; I don't think it had ever been 
so hard. I just drank her up, my gaze starting at the 
top of her head and slowly working its way down. My 
first stop was at her breasts. They weren't big, but 
not small either. They stood out proud, perfectly 
matching her frame. She had a nice round belly, and I 
like a girl with a little extra meat on her bones. 
She turned round and I had my first view of her 
lovely big, fleshy ass.

Looking over her shoulder at me, smiling, and with 
her eyebrows raised, she whispered: "Do you like what 
you see?" 

My throat suddenly felt very dry, and I just croaked 
something and nodded my head. She turned towards me 
and now I gazed at my prize, that thing I had come to 
Scarsdale for. I had come for pussy, and here it was, 
clean-shaven except for a little strip of hair above 
the clit. It was gorgeous.

I stood and feasted my eyes on her white flesh. My 
cock was aching and prodded the front of my jeans, 
begging for freedom. Terri had noticed the bulge in 
my pants, and now she walked up and cupped both hands 
over my crotch and squeezed my cock. 

"Mmmmmm, that feels nice, Mr. Zilla. Why don't you 
sit down and let me take care of that thing for you?" 

I said nothing. I had expected to be in charge by 
now, but it seemed like she was. This woman was so 
fucking real she almost scared me. She wasn't into 
playing games. I found myself backing until I felt a 
chair behind me and sat down on it. 

Terri was on a mission, and sex just oozed out of 
her. She knelt between my legs as I sat in the chair, 
and unbuckled my belt with her pretty white hands. 
Then she unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the 
zipper. The room got even warmer. She looked into my 
eyes as she released my thick black cock and wrapped 
her little hand, warm and slightly damp, around the 
shaft. She looked at my cock as if it was some 
strange object. I had forgotten that she'd never had 
a black one before. I guess she just wanted to get a 
good look at the tool that would soon be filling her 
pussy to capacity.

Holding it in both hands, she began stroking it. My 
cock had been aching for attention, and her slow soft 
strokes, though they felt great, were just not 
enough. I needed more. "It won't bite you, baby," I 
urged, "Trust me. Why don't you give it a little 
kiss?" 

She looked at me and smiled. Then she said something 
no woman had said to me before. "Your cock is so big 
and beautiful. Mmmmm, God, look at it! But are you 
sure it won't bite me, Mr. Zilla?" 

I was starting to get into this Mr. Zilla thing, so I 
said, "Don't you worry baby. You can trust Zilla." 

Terri had been staring at my cock, and now I saw her 
close her eyes. Right there I knew it was going to 
happen. The first time you do anything with a woman 
is magical. The first time she takes your cock into 
her mouth or the first time you stick your cock in 
her pussy is an intense moment. 

Many women make you go through hoops before you get 
that first blowjob or before she finally lets you put 
your cock inside her. Terri was not like that. She 
opened her mouth, and in the millisecond before I 
felt her soft white lips round my knob the chain of 
events that got me to this point flashed through my 
mind. Surfing the web the night before, reading 
personal ads, writing that insane ad, copying and 
pasting it and sending it to a hundred women, reading 
my mail the next day, calling Terri.... 

The chain of events leading to sex can sometimes be 
erotic in itself. I had just completed that thought 
when I felt Terri's tongue on the underside of my 
shaft. "Mmmmmm, baby, yeah. That's it..." 

Her tongue was hot and felt so good. I felt her lips 
on my knob, and suddenly she had half my cock in her 
mouth, with the tip pressing against the back of her 
throat. 

"Ohhhh, God! Mmmmm," I moaned. I love seeing my cock 
buried in a white woman's mouth. The contrast between 
the two skin colors somehow takes the act to a 
different level.

Terri started working my cock back and forth in her 
mouth, taking it to the back of her throat every 
time. I'm a voyeur, and love to watch. I noticed that 
Terri never opened her eyes, but stayed focused on my 
cock in her own private world. Her mouth was dripping 
wet, and while my cock was in there she slobbered 
over it with her tongue. In fact, her tongue, her 
lips, and her right hand were giving me one of the 
great blowjobs of my life.

I watched in wonder as this young lady tried to get 
more and more of my cock into her mouth. I encouraged 
her as much as I could. "Ahhh, damn, Terri.. Your 
mouth feels so good, baby.. That's it. Yeah like 
that, baby. Mmmmm. suck that cock!"

She really knew how to suck cock, and I felt like I 
was in blowjob heaven. The noise she was making told 
me that she liked it too, and the vibrations she made 
by moaning over my cock nearly made me shoot my load 
there and then. 

By now the chair I was sitting in had become a little 
uncomfortable and I stood up slowly, my cock still in 
Terri's mouth. She didn't skip a beat or miss a 
stroke, just groaned a little and kept on sucking. 
Watching my organ disappear into, then reappear from 
her face, I thought "Wow! In-fucking-credible." I 
felt overwhelmed by this incredible adventure. But 
now I wanted to taste her pussy, and to show her that 
I too possessed some skill in oral sex. She looked so 
fucking sexy squatting on her heels while she 
fellated me that I almost didn't want to disturb her.

I knew, though, that if I didn't stop her soon, I'd 
be loosing a thick blast of come down her throat. 
"Come on, baby," I said, "let's go to bed. I want to 
taste some of that pussy of yours." 

She took my dick from her mouth and looked up at me. 
It was the first time she'd opened her eyes since her 
face had dived into my crotch. And that smile of hers 
I had fallen in love with beamed out bigger and 
brighter than ever.

I stripped off the rest of my clothes and lay down on 
my back on the bed. Terri came and stood by the bed. 
I guess she wasn't sure what to do next, so I told 
her, "Come here, baby, and sit on Zilla's face." I 
loved the way she followed directions. Without 
wasting a second she climbed on the bed, and came and 
straddled my upper chest in a 69 position, her ass 
about 6 inches above my face. I said, "Come on baby, 
bring that pussy down to me."

I watched, delighted, as she lowered her pussy 
carefully onto my face. Her lips were glistening with 
moisture, filling my nose with the sweet aroma of 
sex. I stuck my tongue out just before she landed on 
my face, and, grabbing her fleshy white ass, pulled 
it down to me, burying my tongue deep into her wet 
cunt. 

"Aaaaaah. Mmmmmmm," she exclaimed when my tongue 
penetrated her vagina. Soon I felt her pussy contract 
and her body shake in a powerful orgasm. "Oh God! Oh 
God! Aggggggh. Yeeasss!"

My open mouth was soon filled with her syrupy pussy 
juices, but my tongue showed her cunt no mercy. Her 
pussy juice was delicious, and I wanted more. 

Now I really went to work on her cunt. Grabbing a 
buttock in each hand I pulled her ass down on my face 
and licked her pussy with some force. I wanted to 
show her that her pussy belonged to me. I also wanted 
more of that sex juice, and my tongue explored every 
crevice it could reach, trying to make the floodgates 
open again. Her moans and the way she threw her ass 
from side to side told me she was close, and that I 
would soon be able to quench my thirst. Her cries had 
become increasingly urgent, eventually reaching a 
crescendo. "Oh yeah, baby suck my clit. Mmmmmm. Yeah, 
that's it! Now lick my pussy! Oh yeah, suck my cunt, 
Zilla, Oh, oh I'm cuming."

I hung on tight to her thick soft ass cheeks, using 
my tongue, my nose - shit! I used my entire face on 
her pussy. I felt her lips wrap around the head of my 
cock. It had been a long time since I'd done a sixty-
nine. Let me tell you, it one was awesome. Her 
moaning while she sucked my cock almost brought me to 
the edge, and the vibrations I felt when the tip of 
my cock reached the back of her throat sent waves of 
electricity through my body. 

I couldn't take any more, but I damn near had to lift 
her off my cock. She didn't realize how close she had 
been to getting a mouthful of thick hot cum. 

"God damn! Did a white boys teach you to suck dick 
like that."

She gave me a little smile. "I just love sucking 
cock. I forgot to tell you that."

She was so fucking cool, and we both started 
laughing. I like a woman who can laugh during sex. It 
eases the tension and makes everything more 
comfortable. But it was time to get down to business. 
I needed to focus on why I had come here, and I had 
come for pussy. 

"Come on, baby," I ordered. "Move that ass around and 
we'll see how much dick that pussy of yours can 
take." 

She smiled and scrambled round over my body. Then she 
straddled me again, but now her pussy was poised over 
my crotch. I watched her grab the base of my cock 
with her left hand and began feeding the head into 
one of the tightest, and wettest, pussies I've ever 
entered. Whenever I thought she would have to stop 
I'd see another, then another, inch of black cock 
sink into that sweet white pussy. 

The voyeur in me took over and reveled in the sight 
of her pussy stretching and adjusting to my cock's 
thickness. Terri had closed her eyes again and I saw 
her wincing from the pain, but she had set her cunt 
muscles a mission to take my cock far into her body. 
When it was in much deeper than I had thought was 
possible she slid back up so that just the tip of my 
cock was lodged in her hole. She opened her eyes, 
looked at me and smiled. 

"Are you ready, mister Zilla?"

"Yeah, baby. I am so fucking ready. Gimme that 
pussy." 

In one swift motion she dropped the whole of her body 
weight down on my cock. 

"Aaaaaagghhhh! Yeah, baby." 

I shouted I as felt my cock go deep into her cunt. 
When I felt those big round cheeks resting on my 
balls I realized I had hit the pussy jackpot. 

"Yeah baby, fuck me, ride my fucking cock, work that 
fucking pussy."

Terri didn't waste a second, but started bouncing up 
and down on my cock like a mad woman. Her pussy was 
unbelievable, it was so fucking tight. She placed her 
small little white hands on my chest for balance and 
rode me like a champion. I tell you, this woman knew 
how to ride a cock. From time to time she stopped, 
with my cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, and 
ground her pussy into my crotch. Watching her grind 
that pussy really got me energized. She was totally 
and completely satisfying me, and I knew that she was 
also satisfying her own needs. 

I pulled her close and kissed her deeply while she 
continued to ride my cock without missing a beat. 
Still kissing her, I rolled her over so that now I 
was on top. It was my turn to fuck her, and hers to 
be fucked. I pushed her legs wide and back, then 
positioned myself between them and gazed at my 
target. She looked so fucking beautiful lying on her 
back with her legs spread and her cunt so naked and 
vulnerable. I sat back on my heels for a moment and 
watched her massaging her clit. Then, jutting my hips 
forward and flourishing my cock in her face, I said: 
"Mmmm baby. You want this big black dick? Tell me you 
want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you 
want this black dick."

"Oh God yes! I want your dick, daddy. Give it to me. 
Pleeeease, fuck me, please! Zilla, fuck me with your 
big, black cock."

I lunged forward, and with one mighty thrust slammed 
my cock deep into her gooey snatch. I fell on top of 
her and we kissed passionately while I began working 
my shaft in and out of that amazing pussy. I thought, 
if there is truly a heaven, then it must be right 
here, between this woman's legs.

I knew I couldn't last much longer. In fact, I was 
surprised to have lasted this long without blasting 
off. However, now focused on my own orgasm, I started 
to increase my pace. Terri must have understood, 
because she spread her legs wide to allow me to sink 
my cock even deeper into her delicious white body. I 
pounded away at her pussy, feeling her body trembling 
from each powerful thrust. Her breathing got faster, 
and so did mine. With my every thrust I could feel 
the walls of her pussy squeezing my cock. 

"Mmmmm, yeah, baby, you like that, don't you? You 
like that dick... is your pussy filled to capacity 
now, huh? Is it? Is it?"

I felt her body shake violently in a powerful orgasm, 
and she cried out:

"Yes, yes, yes, yes... I love your fucking cock. Oh, 
Oh, Oh God. I'm cumming!"

I had to use all of my strength to hold myself back.

"That's it, baby. Cum, cum, cum for me, baby, cum on 
my big black cock!"

Her pussy started to contract and suck in my cock, 
taking me past the point of no return.

She continued to moan and shake, then she said, "Fuck 
me, Zilla. Oh God yes! Fuck me! I want to feel you're 
hot cum shooting into me." 

It was all I needed to hear. I gave her two more deep 
thrusts, then buried my cock into sweet white pussy 
and let myself go.

"Aaaaaagggghhh! Agggghhh! Yeah, baby take it! Take 
it!" I screamed.

Never in my life had I cum so fucking hard and so 
fast, thick hot jizz blasting out of my cock. I 
collapsed on top of her and held her tight as I 
continued to pump my cock in and out of her cunt, 
filling it with my seed. Her pussy was amazing. I 
could feel its fleshy walls squeezing my cock, 
sucking out everything I had to give. With my cock 
buried deep inside her, I felt my own cum overflowing 
from her pussy and down my balls. It put a smile on 
my face, cause it was what I'd said I was going to 
do. I'd said I would fill this woman's pussy to 
capacity, and I had.

When I was finally able to catch my breath, I opened 
my eyes to see the prettiest smile. It was almost 
like a dream. Terri was a beautiful, and she was also 
a nice woman. I sat back on my heels to take another 
look at her pussy, and, let me tell you, there's 
nothing like seeing a freshly fucked pussy with your 
own cum leaking out of it. Her pussy glistened as our 
mixed fluids leaked slowly out and down to the crack 
of her ass. I rolled off her and gave her a little 
kiss. Then I whispered in her ear: "You were awesome, 
baby. That's was some of the pussy I ever had." 

"Did you really enjoy it, or do you say that to all 
the girls you fuck after meeting them on the 
Internet?"

I told her the truth.

"Terri, I'm not that lucky. Shit like this just 
doesn't happen to me. You're the first girl I ever 
met over the Internet that I have fucked. and I'm not 
lying, baby. Your pussy was just incredible, and I 
thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing 
yourself with me."

She looked at me with those beautiful eyes and said, 
"No man ever said such nice things to me before. 
You're sweet and kind, and I want to thank you for a 
wonderful afternoon. And let me tell you, your cock 
is magnificent. And you did fill my pussy to 
capacity. I mean, Jesus Christ, your cum is still 
leaking out of me!"

Both of us looked down at the thick globs of cum 
still leaking out of her pussy and started to laugh. 
It had to be one of the best times I'd had ever had. 
And the whole adventure had started out just cause I 
was sitting in front of my computer, bored to death. 

I didn't want to overstay my welcome so I started to 
get dressed. Terri went to the bathroom, I guess to 
wash up. When I was dressed, and had again thanked 
Terri for a nice afternoon, I was about to head for 
the front door when I saw from her expression that 
she wanted to say something. I said, "Is everything 
ok, babe? You look like there's something on your 
mind." 

She smiled at me. "Can I ask a question?" 

"Sure, baby, you can ask me anything."

"How do you feel about older women?"

I started to laugh, but now, for the first time, she 
didn't smile back.

I said, "Terri, I guess you really don't know me that 
well yet. I LOVE OLDER WOMEN. Actually, you're the 
youngest woman I've had sex with in about 5 years. I 
usually mess with women in their 40s or early 50s."

The smile that I loved lit up her face again. I asked 
her why she'd asked that.

"Can I tell you a little secret?"

"Sure, baby."

"Well, my mother and I are very close, and since my 
dad passed away we have gotten even closer. We once 
picked up a man and both of us fucked him. We had a 
really good time. My mother's an attractive woman and 
built just like me. We talk about that wild night all 
the time. She's very conservative and modest on the 
outside, but in the bedroom she's a firecracker who 
loves cock.

I felt my cock growing as I guessed where this 
conversation was heading. Terri gave me a wicked 
smile and said, "Do you think you might be interested 
in filling two pussies to capacity?"

We both started laughing. I couldn't believe my luck. 
I looked into her eyes and said, "Baby, it would be 
my pleasure to fuck both you and your momma. Just say 
when and where."

She threw herself into my arms and gave me a big hug 
and a kiss.

"Oh, thank you, Zilla. You are truly the best." 

It dawned on me that she still didn't know my name.

"Terri, sweetheart, my real name is Wilson, in case 
you wanted to know." 

She stepped back and stuck out her hand, saying, 
"Nice to meet cha, Wilson." It was quite funny and we 
both started laughing again. We had shared an entire 
afternoon of fucking and sucking and she hadn't known 
my name!

I was walking towards the door when I heard her say, 
"I love calling you Zilla. Can I still call you 
that?" 

I turned and said, "Baby, you can call me anything 
you want, just CALL ME."

And call me she did. The following Wednesday I went 
over to her place and fucked her real good. Thursday 
night she called to say her mother was coming to town 
on business. Terri had told her all about me, and her 
mother was really looking forward to meeting me.

It's now Friday morning and I've had no sleep. I told 
you that last Saturday had been one of the best times 
I'd ever had in my life. Tonight I anticipate a new 
sexual journey, fucking and sucking the pussy that 
gave birth to one of my greatest sexual adventure to 
date. I'll let you know how it goes down...

PEACE

The End -- Or just the beginning?

Please send all of your comments to: 
Blackzilla99@hotmail.com. Like always I respond to 
all e-mail.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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