("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My Fantasy by Isabel (charlesrollings@supanet.com) *** Isabel, a white housewife, starts having erotic fantasies when a young black guy moves in next door. (MMF, wife, orgy, intr, oral, anal, cuck) *** I have this fantasy every time I have sex with my husband, and when I am sitting in the bath or have a few moments to daydream. My husband, like me, is white. I would not say he is sexually inadequate, but neither is he what you would call a stud. We have sex two or three times a week and he always comes, but I only come occasionally. I still enjoy it, but something is missing. For although I married the right man when it comes to having a loving, supporting husband who makes me happy, what I have always longed for is hot, rampant sex with a young, virile, well-hung black stud. Over the past few years I have imagined many different ways in which this would come about, but this is the one I have been having over the past year. It was about a year ago that a black couple moved into the apartment opposite ours. They are in their early twenties and he is over six feet tall, very dark and very handsome. From then on we could hear them having sex at nights, sometimes in the small hours of the morning. They really do make a racket - sometimes we wonder if their bed will come through the wall. It arouses my husband and me, and we end up having sex, too. After a few weeks, however, I began to imagine what our next-door-neighbor would be like in bed, and not long after that I began to imagine that it wasn't my husband on top of me, but him. But what really began to give my fantasies flavor was his behavior over the weekends. His wife always disappears on Friday night and stays away until Sunday night or Monday morning, and in the intervening two days dozens of his black friends wander in and out. They are all well-dressed dudes: he wears tight red leather trousers, and they wear suits of black leather, brown leather, tan leather, wine-red leather, and so on, and have Rastafarian hairstyles, smoke dope and listen to heavy drum and base. All the time this is going on, at least on Saturdays, my husband is at work. I am the only woman in the entire building, while in the apartment opposite is a gang of young, leather- clad, virile black guys all getting high and probably dying to fuck a white woman. So, in my fantasy, I decide to go and tell them to turn the music down. But before I do I change into some sexy clothes - a short black satin dress, black Cuban-heeled cowboy boots, and no knickers. I knock on the door and at first no-one answers. I knock a second and then a third time, and finally my neighbor comes to the door. He is wearing his red leather trousers and string T- shirt, through which I can see his black glistening torso and well-toned muscles. Looking past him, I see several other young black guys craning their necks over the backs of the sofa and the armchairs. They are murmuring something in a language I don't understand. I stand at the door, hesitating. I don't know whether to start off by asking them to turn the music down, or by asking, "Is this is a private party, or can anyone join in?" My neighbor makes the decision for me. He invites me in, as though he has been expecting me. I stammer that I don't have a bottle or anything, but he says it doesn't matter. He stands aside and I step into the room. The air is thick with marijuana smoke and thirteen other black guys are lolling about the room: three on the sofa, one in each armchair, two in upright chairs, two on big cushions and four sitting on the carpet propped up against the wall. They greet me incoherently and I tentatively advance towards the middle of the floor. For the past few seconds I have been breathing in the marijuana fumes and already I am feeling dizzy. I start to giggle. My neighbor, whose name I find out later is Loko, guides me towards the sofa and three pairs of hands pull me towards them. I sink giddily into a pair of leather-clad thighs - I can feel the cool, smooth leather against the back of my legs and already I am turned on. The guy whose lap I am sitting on embraces me and starts to kiss me. It is a long, passionate kiss and he rolls his tongue all around the inside of my mouth. I let myself go completely. He starts to massage my breasts through my dress, and the other two, whose laps I am straddling with my booted legs, start to rub my thighs and my cowboy boots. Suddenly I feel my hair being pulled - another guy is pulling my head back and putting a joint in my mouth. I inhale deeply and feel a rush to my brain. The room and everyone in it start to spin. Another black guy starts to kiss me. Black hands undo the buttons down the front of my dress. A hand goes inside the dress and gently kneads my breasts. Another hand wanders up my thigh and a long, thick finger enters my vagina, which is hot, wet and swollen. Soon the finger is joined by another finger, and then another. Suddenly I am kneeling on the floor and my neighbor, whose trousers are around his calves, is slowly putting his cock up me. It is big, at least twice the size of my husband's, and I have difficulty taking it. I gasp, and as I do another cock fills my mouth while its owner holds onto my hair and pumps in and out, like a piston. By now my hands are wrapped round the thick, hard cocks of two other beautiful black gods and another half-a-dozen are standing over me, masturbating over my hair, my shoulders, my breasts and my thighs. I can feel little droplets of their love-juice spattering all over me like gentle rain. Meanwhile, the music has been turned up really loud and the heavy beat, the dizziness brought on by the marijuana, and the thrill at being fucked and masturbated over by eight virile young blacks is driving me wild. Loko's big cock hurts, but the way it fills me up is so glorious! I feel as if I could burst. As the beat of the music speeds up he goes faster and faster until I am at screaming pitch; the only thing stopping me from screaming is the big black cock being rammed into my mouth. Suddenly Loko's face contorts, he grabs me real tight and shoots his load deep into me. The guy fucking my head comes as well. Then I have the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, convulsing and swallowing thick white cum as I try to scream. I go as limp as a rag-doll in Loko's arms, with cum dribbling from my mouth and my cunt. But before I have time to recover another guy rams his black cock up me and another sticks his helmet in my mouth. They both come in less then five minutes. Another two take their place, and, when they have finished, another two - and so on until every black guy in the room, all fourteen of them, have fucked me. Then it begins again, only this time they bend me over the living-room table and take turns fucking me doggy- style. My husband has never done this, and being fucked like a bitch on heat by fourteen black guys one after another is like nothing on earth. When they start on me a third time, this time taking me up the arse, there is no way I am going to protest!! They can have my arse - any part of me - anytime! The best part is sitting on a black cock as it slams into my arse, while another guy kneels in front and fucks my cunt, and a third shows me "what white women's mouths are made for". But the day is not over yet. Loko's friends, true to form, are wandering in and out, and soon other young black guys are poking the white rag-doll. By now I am so high on music, weed and sex that I am like putty in their arms. They can do anything they like with me. They are taking me three at a time, one in each hole. They are wanking over me, slapping me, calling me a bitch and a slut and a whore and telling me that from now on they are going to bang me every Saturday without fail. I am their slave, and a happy slave at that. I am in ecstasy. The day is one long orgasm. I almost forget that I have a husband who will be home from work at half past six! Only when I notice through the window that it is getting dark do I remember that my husband is due home. By this time I have been fucked in all three orifices by twenty-five black guys - I am as sore as hell but as happy as a woman can be. I tell Loko that I shall have to leave, but we both know that I will be back the following Saturday. "There will be more of us next week," he tells me. "Good. The more the merrier!" I reply. There is no time to wash before my husband returns. Although I ought to be scared of his reaction to the sweat and spunk that he will see, feel and smell all over me, I am instead happy: I want him to suspect, I want him to torture himself, and I long for the moment when I reveal that the young, black, virile stud next door has fucked me in every hole along with twenty-four of his black friends! I want to see the horror, fear and torment on his face. Especially, I want to see his reaction when I tell him that from now on Loko and his buddies are going to fuck me every weekend. Another plan is already forming in my mind: if Loko's wife is away until Sunday night, then why not invite him to spend the entire night in our bed? Then my husband can watch while his wife gets a good seeing to by a well-hung black buck! I go back to Loko's apartment and knock on his door. He grabs me and kisses me as if I am his. "Your wife won't be back tonight, well she?" I ask between kisses. "No," he replies. "Good." I give him the spare key to our apartment. "When I knock on the bedroom wall tonight, I want you to come and join us." "Does your husband know?" he asks. "Not yet," I reply. "It'll be a surprise." "But what if...?" He leaves me to fill in the blanks. I reach up to kiss him again. "If he objects, I want you to show him who's boss...Beat him up, good and proper. Fuck him up the shitter - I'd really like to see that!" And yes, it is true. That really is what I would like to see: a young, handsome, well-hung, virile black stud - the very black stud who is fucking me - give my husband a good thrashing and a good butt-fucking! The more I think about it, the more I want to see my husband abused by black guys, and the more it turns me on. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 40