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Blacked Intensely: 3 Quick Interracial Tales

by Anita Blackmann

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Ask Him Blacked by the Upstairs Neighbor (Because I Know My Husband Will Hear Us) Blacked: Road Games

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Hot and wet, gushing with anticipation. I could feel my juices making their way down the other thigh.

At the last possible moment, he pulled his hand away. My momentary disappointment was quickly replaced by excitement as I felt the head of his cock press against my engorged, hungry lips. He held it there for several moments, making me moan with anticipation. How I wanted to ease on down it, impale myself on his thickness. But that hand on my throat held me in place.

"Please..." My voice quaked, it was barely more than a whisper. That smirk spread across his face.

"OH..." I gasped, my eyes going wide as he penetrated me. "Gaw..." The last bit of the word drifted off into the ether as he slowly pushed in deeper, spreading me like I had never been spread before.

The rumors? They were true. Oh, hell yes, they were true...!

Ask Him

Anita Blackmann

"Go ahead," she said. "Ask him."

We had been sitting in our little protective corner of the smallish dance club, just checking out the visuals, nursing our drinks, and trying to catch up. We were both dressed to kill, ready for a night of dancing and maybe, just maybe, a little bit more. Who knows?

And there was this cute guy...

Tall and athletic looking. Killer smile, nice dresser. I saw him first, from across the room. Gala, my BFF noticed me noticing him. She even caught me getting caught looking, by him. I turned, blushing. "Ooh," she said, nudging me. "You like the hot chocolate." Of course, I had to tell her to shut up. "Do you think it's true?" she asked.

"That what's true?" I returned her question, naively. I had a feeling that I knew where this was going, I just wanted her to out with it.

"You know," she said, nudging me, again. Of course, I did. One of our favorite pastimes was sending each other pics of guys with giant dicks and trying to do it

at the most inappropriate times, too. We were good like that. More and more, it seemed, had been of well-hung black guys. I mean, to the point where we couldn't ignore it. "Look at those hands," she continued. "Look at those feet. I'll bet he's got a big ol' black cock." My pussy creamed at the thought. "You should ask him."

"Oh God, no!" I replied. "I'm only on my first drink. That's a third drink kind of question."

It wasn't that I wasn't bold but that was a pretty fucking forward thing to ask. I mean, what if he was an asshole? Or boring? With that kind of question, he'd be on me all night and I'd be stuck and I might miss out on something good.

"Fuck that," she said. "He's fine as hell. If you don't, I will." And she would, too. Now I had to wonder, what did I have to lose? "Go ahead," she said. "Ask him."

She was set on one of us asking, that was for sure, and I wanted it to be me. I mean, after all, I saw him first. Funny how you never let that stuff go. Besides, I figured, I had nothing to lose. My little dress, what there was of it, showed plenty of good stuff while keeping just enough hidden to add mystery. I ate right and somehow managed to stay in shape despite hardly exercising...

I gulped the last half of my drink and slipped off the stool. "All right," said Gala. "You go on and git it, gurl!" I shot her a quick "shut up" look, turned, adjusted my dress, told myself I could do this and took those all-important steps.

"Hey," he said, that killer smile looking oh, so much better up close. My tummy may have been fluttering with nerves but the naughty parts were all a 'tingle. Maybe he'll like my boldness.

"Hey," I replied, though it got stuck in my throat and came out like a grunt, making him give me an odd look. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Hey!" His smile returned and I caught him giving me a quick look over.

"I like that dress," he said. "It suits you."

What girl doesn't like a compliment, especially from a fine guy she's desiring. I blushed. "So, uh..." Boy, this was going to be harder than I thought. Maybe I should have waited for another drink. Stupid Gala, always pushing me. He looked at me, questioningly. I had to pull it together. "My friend and I..." I pointed toward Gala. He looked and nodded, then looked right back. "We were kind of wondering..." Yeah, this was really hard. My heart was pounding, my palms were sweaty, and my breathing was shallow. Those are good things during sex but now? Not so much. OUT WITH IT!!! I gulped. Here goes...

"Is it true what they say about black guys?" There! I said it!

He leaned in. "Is what true?" he asked. Oh, shit! What now? I looked but there was no trace of irony or hint that he was joking.

"You know..." I barely eked that out. He still said nothing. "Is..." Come on, girl. OUT WITH IT!!! "Is your dick really big?" There! Man, that was harder than I thought it would be. Damn, my heart was racing.

"I don't know," he said, shrugging. "I don't really look around at other dudes."

Now, if there's one thing I know, it's guys are always talking about their dicks, right? I was already in it, I had nowhere else to go. "You've... You don't talk about dick size with other guys?"

He gave me a "what the hell" look. "Why would I do that? I'm not interested in other guys." My mind was screaming, ABORT! ABORT! "Look," he continued. "I like my dick, I guess it's a good one. I don't get complaints if that's what you mean. I've been with some of the ladies around this place. Most of them come back for more." He shrugged. "I don't know what else to tell you."

I mean, this totally was not the conversation I had anticipated. I suddenly felt really stupid. Why the hell did I listen to Gala? I had to go. I knew I was done with him. Well, at least, he was done with me. "Um, okay," I said. "Thanks." Then I turned and made a beeline right back to my stool. Thank goodness there was another drink waiting for me. I chugged it down.

"Holy shit!" Gala exclaimed. "I take it, it didn't go well."

"Crashed and burned," I said, motioning for another drink. "Crashed and burned." I rarely paid for a second drink in a club or bar. A third was unheard of. This, however, was special circumstances.

I played it safe. I danced with Gala and that led to dances with small groups of girls. Eventually, guys started getting bold. The gay guys were first, as always. I love 'em, of course, mostly because they're dancing with you just to dance and I love dancing. Not just as a means to an end, either. Then came the fallback guys. You know the types. The ones who dance early, in hopes of ensnaring someone before the alphas show up. The ones we go back to, sometimes, if we're in the mood to go home with someone and something better doesn't work out. The thought occurred to me that maybe that black guy I asked wasn't the alpha he appeared to be.

Yeah, I was having trouble letting him go.

Surely, I thought, he had been playing me. Some sort of mind game. But why didn't he follow through? I had to ask myself. I found myself stealing glances, from time to time, throughout the night. I had met a nice guy, Brad. Kind of cute, a good dancer, probably safe. And my body was feeling like it could use some company later. Or sooner.

Just not with Brad. He came across as long-term husband material. I was far too young for that. Maybe he's good in bed. He looked like he just might be into a lot of foreplay. I wish there was a way to tell. Nothing worse than bad pussy eating.

Oh, but that dude. That tall, athletic black dude with the killer smile. He wasn't dancing but he sure had moves. Yeah, he had his boys he was hanging with, drinking and laughing. Then there were the girls. Here and there, they came to him. All very cute, most were very hot. Hot enough to make me jealous. And they knew him, too. That was evident from the way they hugged and touched him. The little kisses that were traded. And sometimes, by the way his hand roamed over their bodies without objection. Oh, how I wanted to be one of those girls. Brad just might get lucky, after all.

I think I kind of stopped drinking, I was so obsessed. I knew it wasn't good, either, watching him the way I did. I was taking to looking at him, longingly. Why do we always want the one that got away?

And that's when I noticed he was looking at me!

Busted, I quickly turned away. Shit! Stupid! I was rough on myself. As the next hour wore on, I tried hard not to look but when I did, I tried to be quick. He busted me again and again, only now he was smirking. He knew! He was enjoying this!

Brad and I danced again but when I looked his way, the dude was gone. I looked around but didn't see him. Maybe he's in the back. I leaned into Brad. "I gotta use the restroom," I shouted above the music. He nodded, I turned, then gasped.

The dude was right there in front of me!

Nervous, thinking he had caught me looking for him so quickly, I hemmed, then slipped past him. I made straight for the bathroom, plowing through the crowd as quickly as I could.

"Shit!" I said, once the door was closed. There was no one in there, thankfully. It only had two stalls, anyway. I stood at the mirror, shaking like a leaf. I washed my hands and dabbed my face a little, trying to calm down. "Just get Brad," I told my reflection. "Just get Brad and get the fuck out of here." Gala had her own dude, she would be fine. That settled, I dried my hands on some paper towels, tossed them into the garbage and opened the door.

And there he was, standing, filling the frame.

I gasped, surprised to see him. He sucked in his lower lip and gave me a quick once-over. As he eyes came back up to mine, mine dropped for the briefest of seconds to that obvious lump in his pants. The smirk on his face when I looked back up said it all.

He pushed me back into the bathroom, following me and kicking the door closed behind him. "What...?" was all I got out as he pushed me back again, into the stall. Oh, God! This is so dirty... On so many levels. He followed me there, too, pressing me up against the wall between the partition and the toilet, so he could close that last door.

Up close, and in such a small, confined space, he seemed even larger than I ed. I felt so tiny, so vulnerable.

So ready!

He pressed his body to mine. I trembled at the hardness – the muscles I could feel through our mutually thin clothing. His hand found my throat, firmly. I trembled, then he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I responded, parting my lips to find his tongue with mine so they could dance.

Pulling back, he held the one hand to my throat, firm but not squeezing. I shuddered as he ran the other down my side and under mini-skirt. My pussy gushed as he found the thin waistline of my thong. A quick twist – my panties dug into my flesh, the pain was exquisite – then they snapped and I felt them fall. He pressed his body to mine, crushing my heaving breasts against me. He kissed me again, though I could feel him working his pants.

Once again, he pulled back. I knew he had his cock out. I wanted to see it, wanted to see just how big it was. I wanted to see if the rumors were true. But the way he was holding me...

He hiked up my foot, setting my heel on the back of the bowl, his rough black hand rubbing the underside of my creamy white thigh. My breathing was so shallow. He looked me straight in the eye. I was trembling as his hand caressed

closer and closer to the promised land. Hot and wet, gushing with anticipation. I could feel my juices making their way down the other thigh.

At the last possible moment, he pulled his hand away. My momentary disappointment was quickly replaced by excitement as I felt the head of his cock press against my engorged, hungry lips. He held it there for several moments, making me moan with anticipation. How I wanted to ease on down it, impale myself on his thickness. But that hand on my throat held me in place.

"Please..." My voice quaked, it was barely more than a whisper. That smirk spread across his face.

"OH..." I gasped, my eyes going wide as he penetrated me. "Gaw..." The last bit of the word drifted off into the ether as he slowly pushed in deeper, spreading me like I had never been spread before.

The rumors? They were true. Oh, hell yes, they were true!

I crumbled as his cock made its way deeper, then flung my head back, smacking it into the wall. He was slow and steady, almost methodical in the way he penetrated me. I was creaming, gasping for breath... Alive in a way I had never been, before.

I came!

Even as my body heated up, sweet sex-sweat glistening my flesh, he pushed in deeper. I gyrated my hips, trying to get more. He kept pushing as I moaned with the pleasure that overwhelmed me. He penetrated me deeper and deeper as I struggled to breathe, to take in the pleasure that washed over me. "Oh..." I moaned. "Fu-u-u-u..."

He let go of my throat, pressing his body back against mine. Ri, he shoved himself in, deep. I came even harder as the knobby veins of his fleshy monster drove across my pleasure spots. His thrusts were hard, knowing, and calculated. His body pinned mine to the wall as he fucked me in that nasty little stall. I could hear the bathroom door open and someone come in, but I didn't care.

I bit into his rock-hard chest, stifling a moan. I was delirious with pleasure, even as my orgasm waned. I was becoming accustomed to his thickness, though wondered, in the back of my mind, if it still wasn't too much. Is there such a thing? Even as I pondered it, a second orgasm struck. I tried to be quiet, whimpering with pleasure. It was stupid, though. He was huffing and puffing as he fucked me, our bodies rocking against the stall wall. The rhythmic creaking was a dead giveaway. She did her business, then left but a pair of girls came in.

"Oh, shit," I head one say.

"Is someone fucking in there?" I heard the other ask. There was more talk and some laughter, I think, but it just sort of became noise. My mind was disconnected, floating in an ether of pure physical pleasure.

"Big enough for you?" he growled quietly, into my ear. I couldn't talk so I just sort of nodded. It was, indeed. "Good," he said. "I'm gonna fill you with my seed."

It took a moment for the words to sink in. I wasn't on the pill and he wasn't wearing protection. I should have said no but I was caught up in it all. "Yes..." I gasped. My mind screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK???!!!" My lips, however, said "Cum in me." I trembled as he shoved the full length into me, pressing his heaving body to mine. "Fill me..."

His thick cock got impossibly thicker. I teetered on the edge until I felt his hot jizz spill into me, warming me. I shuddered, cumming hard. He began moving again, greedy for the pleasure of his own climax and his thrusts propelled mine.

I flailed and grunted, moaning, grasping in vain at the wall, my teeth driving into his chest, my heated breath burning through his shirt. He fucked me and I came, harder than ever, our juices combining inside of me, filling and overflowing me. I came until it hurt and greedily ground on his thick black cock until it felt good again. Finally, he stopped. As he leaned against me, I squeezed on it. When I relaxed, he pushed in, just a bit. This went on until he had enough and slowly pulled out.

I whimpered, feeling the loss. He had become part of me. I slid down the wall a bit, as my knees buckled. The cock that dangled before my eyes was monstrous. Not just long but impossibly thick. I licked my lips, hungrily, wanting more...

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Blacked by the Upstairs Neighbor (Because I Know My Husband Will Hear Us)

Anita Blackmann

We were out the day the new guy moved in upstairs from us, but we sure knew when he had his first guest. The grunts, moans, and screams for him to fuck her were a little hard to miss.

"Hey, honey," my husband, Ken, of eight years, called from the bedroom. He wasn't as loud as he usually was when he did that, but I didn't really think anything of it at the time. "What's up?" I asked, upon entering the room. He immediately shushed me, which I wasn't too fond of, but he pointed to the ceiling and looked up. Curious, I did, too.

With our room quiet, I immediately heard it. A woman, moaning. There had been a couple up there, before, and I don't think we ever heard them – And they moved out because she was expecting! Up to this point, I just thought we had great insulation or soundproofing, or something.

It caught me off guard and I turned, smiling at Ken. Weirdly, this was kind of fun, in a silly sort of naughty way. He grinned back, looking like a sexy jackass. And then there was a thump upstairs that shocked us both.

Right away, it all got very loud. I never really heard from him, outside of some grunts and moans, but whoever she was, she was a screamer. "OH, YES! FUCK ME!" she screamed. He pounded her so hard, we could hear the bedsprings. Less than a minute later, it was the headboard banging against the wall!

At some point in all this, my husband moved closer to me. I think it was during her second orgasm. We could tell because she barely spoke, other than a preevent "I'm cumming" or some such, but she moaned a whole lot. Frankly, I was jealous. I counted myself lucky to have had an orgasm pretty much every time we fucked. I have to say, that wasn't always the case before I met Ken.

It was right around the time she perked up for the third go, slowly recovering from the devastation of her climax, that Ken put his hands on my hips from behind. As things kicked up, upstairs, so did my husband. It had been a little while and listening to that raw ion from upstairs, I was definitely in the mood.

Ken and I had the best sex we'd had in years! I came, hard, with him shortly after. I would have liked more, but I understood that he was turned on, too. So, we lay together in post-coital bliss until they finally finished upstairs. Despite the afterglow, I was jealous. I could have gone for another round. Or two. But at some point, my husband dozed off.

The "shows" happened almost nightly and, as a result, Ken and I made love more often than we had since our first year together. And it was good, but I soon realized that the mystery couple upstairs was doing all the heavy lifting...

"I met him, babe!" said Ken, bursting into our apartment, all excited. "Who?" I asked, but even as the question left my lips, I knew who he meant. My husband rushed over to the window. "Come, you can still see him," he said. Of course, I had to rush right over. "That fat old guy?" I asked, incredulously.

"No, babe," he said, pointing in the same general direction. There was another person, nearly to the end of the street. Even from the window, I could see he was a big guy, and he carried himself very well. He had the shape of someone who worked out. It can't be him, I thought to myself. "The black guy, about to go around the corner."

As he disappeared right then, behind a building, the words "black guy" kind of bounced around in my head. I don't know why. And I might have been okay, but then Ken opened his mouth once more. "I talked to him in the lobby. He's single. You know what that means?" I'd almost completely tuned my husband out when he mentioned that man's relationship status. Half out of it, I shook my head. "It means those are different women, every night!"

That's when my pussy gushed. Worse than it had on any of the nights we'd listened to him. I was angry at myself for getting turned on so badly. "That's crazy," I said. "He's lying if he said he's getting a different woman every night."

But Ken wasn't about to leave it alone. "Well, I'm sure some nights might be repeats," he said. "I didn't really get into that part. I didn't want him to know we could hear him."

A few days later, after more sessions with slowly decreasing results – at least for me – I ran into him! I was getting the mail from our box in the lobby, and just as I closed it, he came from around the corner, where the stairs are. As a matter of fact, he startled me. He smiled, though, putting his palms outward. "I come in peace," he chuckled.

Oh, fuck, he's hot! I thought, standing there, stunned. I knew it would be awkward in another second. "You must be the new neighbor," I said. He smiled. "Yeah," he replied. "Moved in just a couple of weeks ago."

"I figured," I said. "I heard you were black." Instantly, I regretted saying that, the word trailing off in my mouth. "I didn't mean it like that," I said, apologetically.

Again, he laughed. "If I wasn't the only black person in the building, I might be offended," he explained. "But it is a very good description." He cocked his head, puzzled. "Who told you I was black?"

"Ken," I said. He clearly recognized the name, but I thought I should define it a bit better. Mostly because of what I was feeling between my legs. "He's my husband," I added.

The handsome black man looked surprised. "You're married to Ken?" he asked. I wasn't sure where this was going. "I'm impressed with the boy." And before I could ask him what he meant by that, he said he was late for an appointment.

With my personal upstairs and downstairs in conflict with one another, I let him go and headed for the hallway that led to our apartment. At the last moment, I turned to see if I could see him walking away...

He was standing at the door, looking at me! Now, most guys when caught checking a woman out will act like they were doing something else, or looking at something else. Not him. He had a smug smirk – like he'd caught me, looking at him. Which I guess, he had. Then he smiled and exited. I'd been busted but I was determined to get the last laugh. I watched him walking away, hoping to catch him turning around to see if he could see me.

He didn't.

"Asshole," I muttered, then turned down the hallway.

The next couple of days were rough. I was tired of Ken using the neighbor for inspiration, especially since the women were vocal and the man was not. I started to feel like Ken was cheating on me. I ed on sex, telling him that it was a "woman thing." You know – the old stand-by, when you don't want to have to explain. It works because they don't want to hear.

I knew that excuse wouldn't hold up for too many days, so I was happy when Ken said he'd like to have the boys over for poker night on Friday. "Cool," I said. It was one more day I could put off the inevitable disappointment of mediocre sex. At least, by comparison to went on upstairs. "I'll call up some friends and have a girls night." Ken and I did things like that from time to time, before the

new neighbor. Only, for the first time, I didn't call any friends.

As the boys started showing up, I went out. Ken's best friend was taken aback at the way I was dressed. "You gonna let her go out dressed like that?" he asked. My husband smiled, as if he knew something that they didn't. "I'm not worried," he said. "She knows where the good stuff is."

Yeah, I thought. Upstairs.

I went to the bar, two blocks over. Ken and his buddies had enough supplies to hold them for the night. There was little risk of them seeing me. Honestly, I had no idea what I was going to do as I took a seat at the bar.

"What are you having?" came the familiar voice. Masculine. Smooth. Only it wasn't the bartender... It was my neighbor. He startled me, I hadn't seen him when I walked in. Then again, I hadn't really been paying attention. At the moment before I found my voice, he looked me over. The light in his eyes told me that he liked what he saw. The past couple of weeks all came together and heated me, between my legs. I was a sopping mess.

"Jack and Coke," I managed to push out. He cocked his eyebrows. "A good, confident drink," he said. "I like that." He motioned for the bartender and placed the drinks. "So," he continued, "what brings you out, all dressed up so nicely?"

"G-girls night," I said, wondering where that drink that I'd ordered just seconds earlier was. "I'm waiting for my friends." He nodded. I'm not sure he believed me.

"And Ken?" he queried. "Boys night out?"

"Yeah, they're, uh, playing poker, back at the apartment," I explained. Right then, the drinks came. We did the standard toast thing and I took a sip. "I'll bet he told his buddies they'd hear me fucking." I nearly spit my drink out! I had no idea that he knew. Ken never mentioned mentioning it to him. He petted, then caressed my back until I recovered from the coughing fit that I'd had.

He left his hand there. "How did you know we were listening?" I asked. He shrugged. "The ladies can be quite rambunctious," he replied. "Sorry to disappoint your husband and the boys. No date tonight."

I was uncomfortable with him leaving his hand there, but I also didn't want him to take it away. It was so big and warm. I took a gulp of my drink, this time without incident. "It's early," I said.

"I'm picky," he replied, looking me over once more. "I like a woman who knows a good thing when she sees it."

Was there an emphasis when he said "good thing?" I wondered. Even if there

wasn't, something made me quickly glance down. What I saw there, the bulge in his pants... It was too much. Even before my eyes darted back to his, I heard the wails and moans in my ears. "Do you know a good thing when you see it?" he asked.

Before I knew it, I was skulking around the back of our apartment building like some sort of private investigator. Only, I was the one cheating, and I sure as hell didn't want to get caught. I'd convinced myself that since Ken was using the voices upstairs to cheat on me, using my body, this was the only way to get my revenge.

Also, to be fair, my black neighbor is very, very hot! Besides... Those sounds!

I almost got caught once or twice, but I soon found myself in his apartment. He was waiting, just inside the door to let me in. He tried to tell me his name at the bar, but I cut him off. I liked the mystery. He was almost a total stranger. Besides, "The less I know, the better," I told him. He took a slug of his whiskey, left a generous tip, then took my hand. We decided to take separate routes to his place.

Five minutes later, we were tearing at each other's clothes, kissing and groping in between items. His chest was muscular, as I'd guessed all those days earlier. His arms – both of Ken's might have added up in mass, but definitely not tone.

It was nerve-wracking and thrilling, all at once, to be in my bra and panties in front of a new man, for the first time in nearly a decade. He caressed me as I

stood, feeling my curves and soft flesh with his big, rough hands.

The bra went first. He devoured my breasts, making me moan. His flicks and swirls with this tongue made me tremble. Even more so when he sucked in nearly half a tit, then did those things again. My nipples became more engorged by the suction, and more sensitive, too. I cried out! I'd say I was careful not to use my words, that I didn't want to give Ken even a remote chance of realizing it was me – though I couldn't have formed a proper word if I tried!

He pushed me right to the edge of an orgasm, then pulled away, leaving me weak and breathless. "No..." I gasped. But he had other plans...

He crouched in front of me, slowly peeling my panties down. I'm so glad it was dark because I would have hated for him to see me blush. I couldn't see them, but I know the gusset was practically glued to my pussy... I felt them snap as they finally broke free of it. He wrapped a strong arm around my ass and kissed my mons as he pulled them around my ankles, so I could step out.

I thought for certain that he would take me to the bedroom, but instead, he turned and bent me over the table in the dining area. "Uh!" I grunted as he pushed my feet apart and ate my pussy from behind. "Oh, fffffuck!" I gasped.

He pushed his face right in there, eating my gushing cunt. My gasps and moans steadily grew. Just the knowledge that my husband and his friends were right below us, plus everything else, brought me right back to that edge he'd left me at a few minutes before.

All at once, I came. A heated explosion of bliss filled my body and mind. I humped his face as he at me, grunting and moaning. He licked and sucked, and slurped. He didn't ease off, just because I was cumming!

Breathless and weak, I reached behind, trying to push him away. I couldn't even articulate the words! But he ignored my feeble efforts and soon, I was moaning and bucking as loud as ever, maybe more so! A minute after that, I came so hard I thought something would break inside of me!

I was even weaker than before, but more adamant. My pussy was overstimulated, it needed a break. As if somehow knew, he moved away... And poked his dart-like tongue, deep into my asshole!

"UHHH!" I cried, struggling to not add "FUCK!" I'd never had anyone do that to me, not even Ken. He ate my ass as well as he ate my pussy. He had my legs dancing as he held me down on that table. It felt otherworldly. It felt amazing. And, at just the right time, he stuffed a pair of fingers inside my eager, sopping cunt, and tap-tap-tapped my G-spot until I let out a terrific roar and came once more!

I'd never felt anything like it! I was certain that I was squirting – there was so much fluid pulsing out of me. I trembled, weakly, gasping for breath. My body was on fire, consumed by raging bliss. My head was so fuzzy, I was in a dreamlike state.

My mysterious black lover left me there, draped over the table. There was nothing left in my legs. My heart was pounding – all I could hear was it and my own breathing. I struggled and was finally able to lift my head, to look behind me.

He was fully naked. That cock! It was truly something to behold. I knew it was far bigger than what I was used to. Hell, it was far bigger than I'd ever taken. I should have been afraid, but I knew I would probably never have an opportunity like this, again. Right then, I thought of the old saying – "If not now, when?" And it wouldn't have mattered, anyway. I didn't have the energy to fight it!

I pressed my forehead against the breakfast table, rolling it back and forth, as he grabbed my hip with one large, rough hand. The other, I'm sure, he used to guide that big black cock of his to my engorged, dripping, and overheated pussy. I trembled in the brief moment that the smooth, thick head touched my sensitive lips. Then moaned loudly as he pushed so much of it inside! "UUUNNNGGGHHH!"

He wasted no time, fucking me immediately. My pussy was widely-stretched, gripping his thick dick. The veins played upon my already revved-up G-spot and bumped along my clitoris. "Oh, fu-u-uck!" I growled, loud enough for my illicit to hear me but not downstairs. I liked the growl, though. It didn't sound like me. I've never made a sound like that with Ken!

The table creaked under the pressure of his constant hammering. He pounded me deeper and harder and quickly had the full length of his cock inside of me. His flesh slammed against mine – I swear he was an nth away from my cervix! "Yes!" I growled, easily ing to make that new sound. I don't think I

was capable of saying it any other way!

There was a loud noise as the table jerked across the floor. I cried out, thinking it was collapsing. I giggled when I realized that it wasn't. It was just being pushed, a few inches at a time, by the powerful inward thrusts of my hot and hard ebony lover!

"Oh, fuck, yes!" I growled like a woman possessed. To some extent I was... With my next orgasm! I roared up like an ocean wave, a torrent of climatic bliss crashing down on me. Half out of my mind with pleasure, I gathered my strength and hammered my hips back into him! Our flesh cracked as it smacked, and the table groaned and squealed until it was forced against the wall!

BAM! BAM! BAM! It pounded into the wall, repeatedly. Somewhere in the climax-addled center of my brain, I thought of the boys below, cheering us on, with Ken as the primary cheerleader. He was probably raising a beer to my orgasm, right then and there!

"Cum in me," I whispered in a moan. I'd already cum again, and I was far too close to my next one to let him pull out. "What?" he asked, through gritted teeth. "Don't you dare pull out!" I growled, a little more firmly, just so he'd get the message. As I felt him grip my hips, to hammer his orgasm into me, I lifted my head and, using that demon-like growl, shouted...

"FUCK ME! COME IN MY SLUTTY CUNT WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK!"

His hot seed gushed into me, his cock sliding more effortlessly. It rattled me to the core and I came with him. We banged the table into the wall like a jackhammer. I growled and moaned. He gasped and grunted, then grunted some more. The room was filled with a cacophony of sexual noises. Down below, I imagined they were all feeling an ache in their loins!

You're welcome, ladies, I thought, of their women, tonight. If they were like Ken – and I'm sure all of his friends were – they'd be looking to take out that aggression with their women, the moment they got home.

My big black lover slowly lay over me, gently sliding his cock in and out, as we came down from the pinnacle of our mutual orgasms. He held my hands in his great mitts. How tiny mine seemed. Our breathing pushed my back against his chest, and his chest against my back. It felt so wrong and so very right at the same time.

Eventually, he slid out of me. I moaned at the loss and emptiness. The river of jizz that oozed down my thighs tickled me. With little effort, he picked me up in his arms and carried me to his bed. As he lay me down, I pulled him into it with me. I kissed his hard chest and ran my fingers down his washboard stomach.

Grabbing his cock, I sucked it down. Ken had long ago stopped trying to get me to do that. I'd always thought it was nasty. Hell, I briefly thought about anal sex, but dismissed that almost as quickly. However, I made love to that big black dick as I sucked it clean. Then, I climbed on board and rode him until he came and I truly had nothing left. I actually fell asleep in his arms, his cock buried in my

married cunt, napping for about half an hour. It took a lot of the heat out of me, though, so that was good.

It took another half an hour for me to fix myself up, get out the back, halfway around the block, and back to our building. I ran into the last couple of my husband's buddies, as they came out the front door. The beer they'd consumed made it hard for them to keep a straight face. I knew they'd heard everything, but I knew something that they didn't. I'll bet they'd shit themselves if they knew it was me!

"Babe!" said my husband, excited, the moment I walked in. "You missed the best one, yet!" he started. In a weird way, that made me feel proud. He went into great detail about the sounds I'd made and the banging, too. "Right in the kitchen," he explained. "He's never done that before!" I shook my head in agreement, suppressing a smile.

As he continued, I could see his excitement growing, and his eyes devouring me. I knew that he was going to hit on me, and I was already trying to figure out how to get out of me. When it came time for him to hit on me, he was very close. I could smell the beer on his breath and hear the slurring of his speech. I knew he wouldn't last long, but I also suspected he wouldn't notice how wet I was. Or figure out why...

So, I figured, why not? And, wouldn't you know – for the first time ever, with Ken – I had three orgasms before he had his! We both went to sleep with broad smiles on our faces, that night!

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Blacked: Road Games

Anita Blackmann

I'm just going to come right out and blame this on my BFF, Char. I'm not mad about it, though. Quite the opposite. It's just that she put the first thoughts of doubt into my mind. And she's the one who flashed her tits to unsuspecting drivers, first.

"Are you excited?" she asked me, as I packed. "Of course," I said. "We've graduated, we've got the whole summer ahead of us, and the camping trip."

"Yeah, yeah, the last part," she countered. "You know what I'm talking about. Are you nervous?"

Okay, so here's the skinny on that. Way back in junior high, my mom made me promise that I'd stay a virgin until at least the age of 18. She knew in her heart that I would never break that, either, and that's why she hit me up so early. It wasn't easy, either. I had a succession of boyfriends that gave up, once they discovered that I wouldn't give it up. And that included all of it – hand, mouth, and butt stuff. Especially, the last one. They called me "Deep Freeze" behind my back. And sometimes, even in front of it.

Phil came along in February of my senior year. He asked me out and I said yes. Being from out of town, he had never heard my nickname. And when I told him that there wouldn't be any sex, he just shrugged. "That's only what, three or four months away?" he said. "I can wait." Well, my birthday was just before graduation, so the wait was over. I had it in my mind that my first time would be out in the woods, under the stars, or something along those lines. Au natural in nature, so to speak.

"Not really," I said, getting back to Char's question about me being nervous. She said she found that odd. "You know me," she explained. "I'll do anything." That's true. She's the bravest person that I know. "And even I was nervous. Maybe, in hindsight, it's not that big of a deal, but going in, it should be."

And if she had just left it there, I probably would have been okay. But, she didn't. She had one more question. "Are you sure he's the right one?"

Her words bounced around my head as I finished packing, and on into the car as her boyfriend, Harland, drove us to pick up Phil. In between talking and her distractions, that is.

The guys rode up front, leaving us to our own devices. It was a long drive and only a half-hour into it, Char got a crazy idea. "Hey," she said, an impish light in her eyes. "Watch this!" I knew that look well, but I never knew what was coming after it. We were ing a slow-moving truck in the fast lane when she suddenly turned and lifted her top!

Holy cow! I thought. She's flashing that trucker!

The trucker certainly got an eyeful, pulling on his horn. Harland squawked that the honking truck driver shouldn't even be in that lane. "What an asshole!" he said. Now, sixteen years of being Char's best friend had me well trained. I didn't gasp or shriek, or any of that. She laughed like hell, though, but I guess Harland was used to that. The guys had no clue.

I was horrified, of course, but that didn't stop me from being jealous. I wish I could be so free. She flashed two other drivers before we moved back into the fast lane. When she saw us coming up quick behind a mini-van with a pair of old folks, she silently goaded me to flash them, too.

"NO!" I replied, in the carefully crafted body language that she and I developed over the years. "DO IT!" she countered, just as silently. "Just do it, you fucking slut!" I was shaking like hell, of course, I didn't think I could do it, but the pressure from her was so great. At the last possible second, I popped my titties and pressed them against the glass. It felt like forever, but it probably wasn't even a second before I pulled my clothes back over them. Char laughed like hell but I was mortified. She leaned in, still laughing. "You should have seen the van sway," she said. "You probably just about gave him a heart attack."

My flashing cherry broken, the next one was a lot easier. Another elderly couple in a mid-sized sedan. I made a crazy face as I flashed him my young titties. His wife caught on when he nearly drifted off the road and slapped him on his arm with her purse. It was classic!

There wasn't another car in view, so we started talking again and it wasn't long before we were knee-deep in conversation. Suddenly, Char noticed a vehicle and motioned for me. Purely on instinct, I turned and flashed, raising my top up over my face, and giving the driver a good solid look at my barely-legal breasts. Slowly, I lowered it so that I could see his reaction. And that's when the smile died on my face.

This was no elderly man or grimy truck driver. He had to be about thirty. And, no doubt, he was one of the finest men I'd ever seen. Handsome. And even though I couldn't see his body, being that he was in an SUV, looking down on me, I had a feeling that he was in great shape. There was just something about the way that he carried himself. He wasn't shocked. He wasn't lewd. He was just looking at me, locking eyes with me. He was cool. He was confident.

He was black.

And then, he was gone. Char had a good laugh at my expense. Enough that the guys asked what was so funny. I'm sure that she told them some lie, but I didn't hear it. Those few seconds had a profound effect on me. The questions that my BFF had asked came back, along with an uncomfortable amount of heat and wetness, between my legs. If she asked me if Phil was the right guy, now, I would have to say no, he was not.

The black Stranger was!

That was just a fantasy, though. He was gone just as suddenly as he had appeared. It was a great big state and country out there, and the odds of seeing him again diminished with each ing mile. That desire in my virgin womanhood, though, didn't cool quite as quickly.

When we pulled into the truck stop to use the bathroom before heading up into the mountains, I'm not going to lie, I looked around for the Stranger's SUV. There were plenty there, but in all honesty, I had no idea what his looked like. Inside, I waited in line with Char to use a stall, but I told her that I'd be in the store when she came out. I knew that she would be in there for a while.

I heard the boys when I came out, so I headed in the opposite direction. I pretended to be shopping, but really, I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts.

"Well, hello there," said the voice. Deep. Dark. Masculine. Enough to bring me back to the present. I looked up and there he was! The handsome black Stranger. He was tall, too, and yes, he was well-built. Up close, though, he was far more of all of that than I'd thought. I'm sure I looked shocked. My heart pounded like a tom-tom, and it was all I could do to keep from panting. Down below, the furnace was being stoked, big time!

He took a step toward me. I felt no danger, even if we were alone in that particular corner of the store. He made a motion with his head toward my young breasts. "Maybe you'd like to show me those again," he said. "Now that I'm not distracted by trying not to crash."

At that moment, I should have walked away, mortified, never looking back. But I didn't. Almost without thought, I loosened my top and pulled up my bra, exposing my breasts. He nodded, appreciatively.

And then, he reached up and grabbed one!

I trembled at his touch. My knees grew weak and my pussy churned in the best way possible. I gasped as he ran his thumb over my turgid nipple. The panting that I'd kept in check made itself known. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "You're a virgin."

If he'd only been guessing, then my expression let him know that he was right. It was at that moment, though, that I heard my name called from behind, by Phil. Whatever I was thinking, it all stopped right then and there. The Stranger pulled his hand away and I quickly covered up. I hoped that my boyfriend wouldn't see my erect nipples, so I didn't turn around, just yet.

"I hope it's everything you want," said the Stranger. "I hope it's amazing." And then, he turned and walked away. Phil called out to me, once more, I finally turned.

I played it off as best as I could with Phil, but Char wasn't fooled. We talked off to the side, before heading back to the car. "He's gone," I said. "Did you at least get his phone number?" she asked. I could have kicked myself in the ass for that.

Char knew enough to leave me alone with my thoughts, on the last part of the drive. We sat in silence as the guys yammered away. She fell asleep and I thought of Him – the Stranger – and how I didn't want to be on this trip, anymore. "I'm going to take a walk," I said, as Phil went about, setting up our tent. "I got a little..." My voice trailed off. I didn't really know what to say, so I just left.

I don't know how far I walked, a couple hundred yards or so, sort of parallel to the road. Instinctively, I knew that was the safest. I came around a very large tree to find the next camping space over. Oh, and the Stranger, too!

He saw me almost as quickly as I saw him. I stopped dead in my tracks and he just looked at me. Slowly, a knowing smile spread across his lips. I took a step back and leaned against the massive trunk. My heart pounded anew, my breathing went shallow, my nipples hardened... and I made no effort to hide any of it!

The Stranger came up to me, looming over me. I looked up at him and he smiled back. He reached up and undid my top, letting it hang open. He paused for a reaction, but I wasn't about to stop this. He slid his big, rough hand in, sliding it along the soft, creamy flesh of my tummy, and around my back. He pulled me to him. His body was hard and unyielding. Strong. His musk filled my senses. I could barely breathe. I looked up to him, wanting him to kiss me...

And then, he kissed me!

It all became a blur. Tongues and lips, and groping hands. My bra was pushed up, above my heaving young breasts. I tore at his belt and pants. He worked my panties down and I stepped out of them. He lifted me up and I touched his cock, lining it up with my dripping, virgin cunny. He held me there for a moment and I smiled. "Take me," I gasped. Slowly, he rested me on his thick black dick!

He was so big. He stretched and filled me. I felt the sharp twinge of my hymen tearing, but it was nothing like I'd worked up in my mind. A moment of discomfort, and then a warm feeling as his hardness went deeper.

I shuddered, trembling from head to toe. I rested my forehead on his shoulder. "Oh, God!" I gasped. "Yes!" I whimpered and moaned. He rocked his hips, fucking me, working his cock ever deeper.

We kissed. He held me on him with one hand and molested me with the other. I pushed up his shirt and played with his abs and muscular chest. I flicked my thumb across his nipple. He seemed to like that. We kissed some more. A powerful orgasm built up rapidly inside of me, then made its presence known.

I came, hard – Heat and light mingled with pleasure on a whole new scale. He slammed into me, deeper and harder, with long, rhythmic strokes that drove me to new heights of ecstasy. I gurgled and moaned, unable to form words. I dug my fingers into his flesh.

I heard Phil say my name. For a moment, in my climax-addled brain, I thought I was imagining it. Some pang of guilt. But I made an effort and raised my head,

just the same. Over the Stranger's shoulder, I saw my boyfriend. How pasty and small he seemed. I felt horrible for a moment. I knew that I should have said something. I shouldn't have let him find out this way. I wanted to speak, even now, but there was another orgasm building, and it was far too hard to form the words.

And that's when he pulled out his little white dick and started masturbating! I could have died laughing right then and there if it weren't for that climax that came crashing down on my body and soul! I held on for dear life as my big black god pounded me through an even more blissful orgasm than the first!

At some point, while I was cumming, Phil shot his load and ran off. The Stranger came with me on my third orgasm, and it was glorious, feeling him fill me with his hot seed, knowing that he was feeling the same sort of blissful feelings that I was. I wrapped my legs around him and kept them there, as he leaned against me and the tree, while we all caught our breath. And then, he gently lifted me off his cock and lowered me to the ground.

The pungent aroma of our sex brought me to my knees, my face just inches from his slick thickness. It was gross, but also so very hot, and I couldn't stop myself from tasting it. That led to sucking, which didn't end until it was nice and clean.

Oh, and hard. But... "I have to go back," I said. The Stranger cocked his head and smiled.

"I'm not gonna lie," he said. "I was hoping you would stay with me, at least for a

while." I smiled back.

"I'm just grabbing my things," I said. He chuckled.

Phil couldn't even look at me when I got back to our campground. Harland asked what was going on. But Char saw my disheveled look and probably noted the trail of jizz running down my inner thigh. "He's here?" she asked. I grinned. "Of course, he is," she added. I grabbed my sleeping bag and my sack of stuff, then headed back toward the Stranger. "See you in a couple of days," said my BFF. "Do lots of things that I wouldn't do."

That night, my handsome Stranger took me to a moonlit clearing where we could look up and see more stars than I'd ever seen in my life. We lay back on his sleeping bag, which he'd opened up and spread like a blanket. We talked about some things, but we'd been talking most of the day. Soon, we were kissing instead.

His lips were knowing, and so were his hands. I almost didn't notice as he slowly stripped me, until I was completely naked. I spread my legs as he climbed between them, going down on my aching cunny. His tongue and lips made short work of my already stimulated clit and he had me cumming in no time at all. I thought that he would strip and penetrate me, but he had other ideas, waiting until I'd cum another few times before he did that.

He took me, missionary style. Over his shoulders, I could see the moon and the stars. The soft sounds of the woods at night provided our music as he worked his

thickness deep inside of me. I took him more readily than I had in the daytime. Still, I came again before he got balls-deep. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and held him inside of me.

I didn't want to let him go. At some point, I knew I must, but for now... And then, I came once more and was lost to him.

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And then, he had my pants and panties down. I think I was time-traveling between blinks or something. Like I was drunk on something more powerful than alcohol... I was drunk on his cock. Dazed, I stepped out of them. In the next moment, he had his cock out. I only caught a glimpse, gasping at just how big it had gotten as he gave it a stroke or two. He pressed his body back against mine. He urged me to spread my legs as he crouched. I shuddered as the fat, uncut head bumped against my dripping and engorged lips. I can't believe I'm doing this! flashed through my mind. And then, he pushed inside!

"UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!" I moaned, his fat, hard cock spreading me like I'd never been spread before. My husband had a decent, thick six inches. A lover or other before him... A couple of them had topped out at around eight or so. This youngster's monster had to be ten, if not more, and as thick around as a beer can!

I collapsed against him as he pushed further into me. No matter how deep or wide he probed, my eager, sopping pussy accommodated, sucking him in. He filled me to where I was used to but stretched me more I'd ever been, and then he

kept going. It was hard to think, I pumped my hips – Even a little bit made it so much better. The pressure of pent-up pleasure continued to build at the core of my femininity. "Oh..." I eked. "God...!"

Black Owned by My Neighbor

Anita Blackmann

Chapter 1

Oh, fuck, he's fine, I thought. A young black man that I'd never seen before was crossing my neighbor's driveway. I swear, he couldn't have even been twenty years old. I caught myself staring at him from my kitchen window, my pussy getting wet at what was clearly an athletic body beneath the tight shirt and baggy shorts he was wearing, topped by a handsome face.

The heat between my legs rose. I found myself craving him – something that I never, ever thought would happen. I'm a good girl, my mind reminded me. I'm faithful. The latter thought struck me as odd. It was true that I'd never strayed. And sure, I may have had a fantasy or two over the years – But the feelings that I had now were far stronger than those. There was a palpable desire building inside of me. There was also more to the story...

I swear my husband forgot which weekend on purpose, so I'm going to blame what happened squarely on his shoulders. I mean, we've been doing the same thing for twenty years. The first weekend in June and again in October, we both go off separately with our friends for a weekend. That's thirty-nine times without a hitch, and suddenly he's confused about which weekend is the first weekend? I don't buy it.

It would be different, I guess, if things were going better with us. I mean, we're good financially and all. We've got no real debt, the house and cars are paid off – That sort of thing. No kids made that easy. But, over the last couple of years, our intimate moments have become fewer and further between.

About that no kids thing. When we got married, we'd planned to have them. But, after a few years of trying, we both went to a fertility clinic. As it turns out, my husband shoots blanks. Then again, after a battery of tests, it turns out my possibility of getting pregnant, even if he was shooting strong bullets, was just about nil, too.

"It was fate's way of saying we just weren't meant to have them," we decided. Instead, we spent our years together traveling, going to shows, movies, and concerts, and dining at fine restaurants. More so than most of our friends – The ones saddled with rug rats. And I think because of all that, we had a pretty darned good sex life, too. Whenever we wanted. You can't do that if you're worried that one of your offspring will burst into the room because you forgot to lock the door. Or stand outside of it, if you did, wailing and knocking because... Well, any of the four million reasons kids cry and want your attention.

Yeah, it was good for a long time, but after Jason hit forty, a couple of years back, I began to notice a change in his libido. In the past, I would seduce him from time to time, just to mix things up. Now, I tried to compensate for his decreasing lack of interest by making moves on him more than I used to. And, at first, that worked pretty well and we nearly got back to our regular frequency. After a bit, though, my efforts paid off less and less, and that just made it harder for me to get excited about any of it.

My best friend told me it was only natural. "I haven't been touched in ages," she said. "Yeah, but you have five kids," I reminded her. "As if I needed reminding," she countered, before adding, "It's not unusual for a man's sex drive to slow down after forty, though." I could see her point, and it did line up with that timeline alright, but there were a couple of things that bothered me...

First, my sex drive had not waned a bit. In fact, with all this denial from him, I was actually hornier than ever. And while toys brought me a moment's relief here and there, they did nothing for the intimacy. The skin on skin that I craved. "Cuddling in the afterglow of a good fuck, for fuck's sake," I muttered.

And B, I noticed that Jason had no problem checking out other women. And girls! It seemed if she was cute or hot, anything with soft skin and long hair over the age of eighteen was fair game for his ogling and, sometimes, even mild flirtation. At first, I called him on it – At least, after the said object of his lust was out of ear range. "Baby," he would say, "you know you're the only gal for me. You always have been. I'm just trying to be nice. Everybody likes to hear nice things." And he had a point. "Besides," he added. And I think that's what set me off the most... "it's not like I can do anything. You're right here beside me."

Yeah, that. That's what echoed in my brain every time he had to work late. Or help one of his buddies over the weekend. Or, like last week, when he claimed that he didn't know that was the weekend that we both take off, "Like we've done for the last 19 years?" I asked, incredulously.

He said it was all a misunderstanding. That he thought it was the next weekend. I wanted to say, "How difficult is it to figure out the first full weekend in a month?" or "You know we don't travel, once the kids get out of school." That would be starting the second week of the month. But I didn't want to argue. I just wanted to spend some quality time with him. I offered to cancel my weekend with the girls, but he insisted that I keep it. "I swear," he said, "next time, I'll double-check with you."

Now that he was off on his guy's weekend, and I was without him for the second weekend in a row, it really preyed on my mind. And while I was ruminating on that is when I heard laughter from the backyard next door.

The new neighbors had literally moved in the previous weekend, while I was gone. I'm not sure why Jason didn't see them, either. I mean, moving isn't exactly a quick process. Normally, I would have cooked something and brought it over, as a welcome to the neighborhood sort of thing. During the week, I kept an eye out for some sign of activity, but they seemed to keep to themselves and I was so distracted with my little annoying problem that I just sort of let it slide. The sounds made me regret that decision. I could have used some mirth in my life at the moment.

From time to time, during the afternoon, as I ed by any window that faced their property, I would look out. I never saw anyone come from out of the house, but I eventually saw an older couple pull up and head toward the front door. I was a little shocked to see that they were African-American, but only because our neighborhood was so Lilly-white, aside from a couple of Hispanic families. It made me wonder was if the new neighbors were black themselves. I would have thought that somebody would have said something, came my logical conclusion.

Soon, though, more and more people arrived. Young and old, they were, without exception, all black, too. Some light, some dark, and several shades in between. They were all dressed very nicely, I noted. And then, I noticed something else. "They're pretty good-looking folks," I muttered, to no one in particular.

I know I said that I'm faithful, but that only covers actual action. One of the things that girls and I do on our weekends, is to go to a strip club. If you were to

do an internet search on all the destinations we've gone over the years, you'd find a male strip t somewhere within a twenty-mile range. And it has been noted by many, and I concur, that the packages on the black men have almost always been, without exception, bigger than their white and Hispanic counterparts.

That's not the sort of thing that you want to when you're looking at a parade of what appears to be barely-legal, handsome, well-built black folks entering the home next door. Especially when your husband hasn't been doing his husbandly duty nearly as often as he should. "Or at all," I said aloud, to no one in particular, "lately."

It was clear that there was a party going on, one that I wasn't invited to. In my mind's eye, though, I could picture the scene. People talking and laughing, everyone having a good time. Once the music kicked in, a mix of older R&B and hip hop, I imagined those firm, sinewy black bodies dancing. The men, in particular. I could picture myself in among them – like at the strip show – but with a little more clothing and a lot more physical .

I found myself running to the bedroom and breaking out my vibrator. How small and white it seemed – something that I'd never really thought about before – but it would have to do. "I just hope the batteries don't run out."

They didn't, and I was able to knock out a half-dozen orgasms quite easily. That was more than normal for me, mechanically or organically. I was hoping that it would take off the edge, but it only seemed to make things worse. Frustrated, I cleaned off my toy and put it away. I returned to my living room and looked out one last time, then grabbed Jason's late-night TV watching headphones. I hoped that they would drown out the sounds of the party next door, so that I would stop thinking about it while I binge-watched my husband's favorite show. "Oh?" I

would say. "Were we going to watch that together? I must have gotten confused."

I woke with a start. "I must have fallen asleep," I muttered, sitting up. The TV was off. I couldn't even hazard a guess as to how long past the "Are you still there?" question I was. Even the headphones were dead. I plugged them in to charge, then noted the time was nearly three AM. That was when I noticed how quiet it had become. And I also noticed an aroma that told me that the garbage needed to go out.

My clit was low-key buzzing from the workout I'd given it, earlier, and that made me think of the why. Things were stirring down there, as I pulled the kitchen trash bag out of the can, but at least it was nowhere near as bad as it had been, without the sounds from next door to amp me up. It was, I figured, at a level that I could deal with.

"Evening, neighbor," came the voice. Deep, masculine, and assured. He startled me as I put the lid back on. "Sorry about that," he said, claiming that he didn't mean to scare me. I turned to see who was talking to me. The only thing I think I knew was that he was one of my new neighbors.

"H-hi," I stammered. I was a little stunned. Not by the fact that he was black, but by how fit and handsome he was. And I knew that because he was stripped to the waist. He definitely works out, I noted.

"I'm Cody, your neighbor," he said. He smiled, which only made him hotter.

"Well, one of them," he added. "I hope the party didn't disturb you."

"P-party?" I asked. Oh, Lord, he's so fucking sexy! My pussy was gushing. I wasn't pretending to be absent-minded, I was distracted by my plans to rush back to my vibrator at the earliest possible moment, but Cody wasn't finished.

"My eighteenth," he said, proudly. Then, he shrugged. "Also, a bit of a pregraduation party." I only half-heard that over my own thought: He's legal! Inwardly, I chided myself for having such a wicked thought. Why should that matter? My mouth, however, decided to answer.

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About the Author

Anita Blackmann married young, fresh out of high school. It was obvious that neither of them was ready for marriage, and it ended within a couple of years. With stars in her eyes, she went to Hollywood next and acted for a while, mostly in small parts in independent films. She met and married a producer who introduced her into a world of wild parties and underground sex clubs. She came to fear for her health and sanity, and eventually walked away from him and his money. She now leads a very different life, and has decided to write of the world she she once knew as a way of empowerment.

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STANDALONE TITLES: Blacked: Road Games Black Owned by My Neighbor Blacked by the Upstairs Neighbor Pregnant and Craving Good Chocolate Ask Him! A Sexy MILF Realtor Double-Blacked by Squatters (Interracial, Hotwife, Menage, DPP, Virgin Anal) Black Guys Keep Stealing My Girlfriends! (Interracial, Cuckold, Virgin, Gangbang) A Star is Blacked (Interracial, Cuckold, Humiliation, Creampie) Blackened Vows (Interracial, Virgin, Nun, Breeding, and Lesbian) How I Said No to White Boys: The Totally True, Completely Made-Up Adventures of Me! (Interracial, Cuckold) Always Say Yes to Getting Blacked (Interracial Cuckold Breeding Squirting Virgin Anal) Double-Blacked Rideshare Driver (Interracial Revenge Cuckold Menage Virgin

Anal) Wife of the Party (Interracial, Cuckold, Hotwife, Menage, Femdom, Creampie, Pissplay) A MILF Professor, Double-Blacked in Her Own Lecture Hall (Interracial, Cuckold, Menage, Breeding, DPP, Virgin Anal, Squirting) Blacked at the Rest Stop! (Interracial, Cuckold, Hotwife, Menage, Breeding, Creampie, Felching, Humiliation) Blacked by My Mom's New Boyfriend! (Interracial, Incest, Virgin, Menage, Breeding, Creampie) Blacked by the Best Man! (Interracial, Virgin, Menage, Creampie, Breeding, Femdom) Sprung! (interracial, breeding, menage, virgin lesbian) My First Time Was an Interracial Menage on My Wedding Night and My Husband Wasn't Invited (Cuckold, Virgin, Anal, Creampie, Femdom) Tumble in the Jungle (Interracial, Cuckold, Bareback, Breeding) Cuckold by My Black Billionaire Boss (Hotwife Interracial) Black Billionaires Club (Interracial Reluctant Cuckold) Dark Curves (Interracial Biker BBW Cuckold) Triple-Filled Hotwife (Interracial, Cuckold, Gangbang, Creampie Eating) Blacktism (Interracial Voyeurism Cuckold) The Bull She Met Online (Cuckold, Breeding) Blacked by a Rapper (Cuckold) Cuckold Christmas: An Interracial Tale

The Blacked Bride Series White Wedding, Blacked Bride (Interracial Virgin Gangbang) White Wedding, Blacked Bride II (Interracial Gangbang Cuckold) White Wedding, Blacked Bride: Blacked Reception (Interracial Cuckold Virgin Gangbang) White Wedding, Blacked Bride 4: Honeymoon (Interracial Cuckold Menage) White Wedding, Blacked Bride 5: Honeymoon 2 (Interracial Hotwife Menage)

The Black Owned Couple - Generations Series Book 1: A White Wife's Revelation Book 2: A White Husband's Subjugation

The Black Owned Couple Series Book 1: White Husband's First Submission Book 2: White Husband Enslaved Book 3: White Husband's Final Surrender Book 4: White Husband, Black Mistress Book 5: Black Master, White Wife Book 6: White Wife, Black Mistress

Book 7: White Couple Enslaved Book 8: White Wife's Final Submission Book 9: White Wife Takes Them All A Lost Tale: White Wife Goes Downtown Book 11: Generations 1: A White Wife's Revelation Book 12: Generations 2: A White Husband's Subjugation

The Black Gauntlet Challenge series Black Gauntlet Challenge (Interracial, Cuckold, Gangbang, Bareback) Black Gauntlet Challenge: Hotwife Edition (Interracial, Cuckold, Gangbang, Bareback) Black Gauntlet Challenge: Wedding Day Edition

The Black Owned Family series Black Owned Family 1: Taking the Daughter Black Owned Family 2: Taking the Mother Black Owned Family 3: Enslaving the Father Black Owned Family 4: Feminizing the Son

The BB•Futa•C series

BB-Futa-C (Interracial, Cuckold, Futanari, Virgin Anal, Humiliation, Bondage) BB-Futa-C 2 (Interracial, Cuckold, Futanari, Spit-Roast, Pegging, Breeding, Humiliation)

Blacked in the Dorms series Blacked in the Dorms: My First Time (Interracial, Virgin, Menage, Breeding) Blacked in the Dorms 2: Frat Bottom Girl (Interracial, Menage, DAP, Breeding, Felching) Blacked in the Dorms 3: Taking Several for the Team (Interracial, Gangbang, Anal, Fisting, Breeding)

The Right Tool for the Job! series Right Tool for the Job! 1 (Interracial, Cuckold, Virgin Anal, Breeding) Right Tool for the Job! 2 (Interracial, Cuckold, Hotwife, Menage, DP, Breeding, Exhibitionism) Right Tool for the Job! 3 (Interracial, Cuckold, Gangbang, Fisting, DPP, Creampie)

The Big Black Bully series His Mom Taken By His Bully (interracial, cuckold, hotwife, MILF, menage, breeding, creampie, virgin anal, virgin lesbian, squirting) His Girlfriend Taken By His Bully (interracial, cuckold, femdom, creampie eating, menage, lesbian)

His Sister Taken By His Bully (interracial, virgin, virgin anal, breeding, creampie eating, menage, virgin lesbian) Taken By His Bully (interracial, femdom, virgin gay, virgin anal, breeding, humiliation)

The Queens of Spades anthology series Menage on the Orient Express (cuckold, DPP, DP, breeding, creampie) Dirty Deal (interracial gangbang) Office Fling (interracial) Door to Door (interracial, virgin, menage) New Boss (interracial, cuckold, menage) Ice Cream Man (interracial, cuckold, menage)

The Hotwives of Compton anthology series Class Reunion Boulevard Girl The Girl With the Queen of Hearts Tattoo Mary, the Church Girl

The Orange & Blacked Series Orange & Blacked: Day 1

Orange & Blacked: Day 2 Orange & Blacked: Day 3

The On the Down Low Series On the Down Low 1 On the Down Low 2 On the Down Low 3

The Riding the D Train Series Riding the D Train (gangbang) Riding the D Train 2: Mind the DAP (gangbang) Riding the D Train 3: Rideshare (gangbang,)

The Breaking Black Series Breaking Black 1 (exhibitionism, menage) Breaking Black 2 (exhibitionism, prostitution, gangbang) Breaking Black 3 (breeding, gangbang, rough anal, creampie)

The Queen of Denial Series

Queen of Denial 1 (Cuckold Interracial Pegging Femdom) Queen of Denial 2 (Cuckold Interracial Femdom Pegging) Queen of Denial 3 (Cuckold Interracial Femdom Gangbang Humiliation)

BUNDLES: Black Owned Family, Double Feature 1: Taking the Daughter & Taking the Mother Good White Girls Blacked, Volume 1 (Interracial, Cuckold, Menage, Breeding) Good White Girls Blacked, Volume 2 (Interracial, Virgin, Cuckold, Menage, Breeding,) Blacked in the Dorms: The Collection (Interracial, Virgin, Menage, Ganbang) Right Tool for the Job! Collection (Interracial, Cuckold, Menage, Breeding, Gangbang) White Wives Going Black, Volume 1 (Interracial, Cuckold, Breeding, Voyeur, Menage) White Wives Going Black, Volume 2 (Interracial, Cuckold, Breeding, Gangbang, Humiliation) Black Owned Couple: The Complete Collection (Interracial, Cuckold, Gangbang, Menage) Black Those Brides! A 3-Book Collection (Interracial, Cuckold, Menage, Breeding) Big Black Bully: The Complete Collection Big Black Bully Collection: Just the Women! Queens of Spades: An Interracial Collection, Vol. 2 (Interracial, Cuckold,

Menage, Gangbang) Dirty 30: The Complete Juicy Thots Project (interracial, cuckold, and lots, lots more) Queens of Spades: An Interracial Collection, Vol. 1 (Interracial, Cuckold, Menage, Gangbang) Hotwives of Compton Collection 1 (Interracial, Cuckold, Hotwife) Breaking Black Trilogy (Interracial, Menage, Gangbang) On the Down Low Collection Orange & Blacked: The Complete Trilogy Riding the D Train Trilogy (Interracial, Gangbang, DPP, DAP) Romance and Cuckolds: 3 Interracial Story Bundle (Reluctant Hotwife Cuckold Biker BBW) White Wedding, Blacked Bride: Trilogy (Interracial Virgin Gangbang Cuckold) Black Owned Couple Collection 1, Books 1- 3 Black Owned Couple Collection 2, Books 4-6 Black Owned Couple Collection 3, Books 7-9 Star Lust Trilogy

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