Going back after going black [F/M]

So recently a girlfriend of mine came back to town. She's been traveling a lot. We went out for drinks, and naturally got talking about guys. I told her I've been seeing a guy, on and off, and that…he's black!

She's never been with a black guy, and so was interested by this. She asked the obvious question: is it true about the size? I was kind of nervous about answering this, as I'd never actually told anyone IRL about my size fetish. I told her that, in his case, it was definitely true.

She had more questions about this. How was it? Did I like it? I had to confess that I loved it. Then she dropped the bombshell: "you know, I was once with a guy who was absolutely enormous. I didn't know what to do with it!", she laughed. So now to my surprise and embarrassment, I was talking big dicks with one of my best friends, and getting a little wet doing it.

She told me she thought this guy still lived in the city, and that now she knew I had a thing for size, she'd be happy to put me in touch with him. "He's white though. You're still into white guys, right?" I am, but it had honestly been a long time since I'd been with one.

I couldn't believe what she was suggesting, but she pointed out that there aren't many men so naturally gifted, and that if she could point me in the direction of one, she would. She told me he was a little older, great looking, very sweet and attentive, but that she just couldn't handle his dick. This really made me wonder, as she's a bigger girl than me, but I guessed I had the necessary experience for the job.

She dropped him a text, and he quickly responded, saying he'd be interested in chatting to me, so I left with his number. We texted a bunch over the next day. It was definitely weird, knowing why we'd been put in contact, but he seemed really nice. I knew if I was going to do this, I'd need to pull the trigger on it before I got to know him too well, and had too many expectations. So we agreed to meet at his place a couple of days later.

We only texted once in that time, just to confirm, and then on the night I headed over to his apartment, full of nerves. I felt like a hooker or something! A million things went through my mind. I wondered if maybe my friend had been exaggerating. I'd asked him not to send me a pic, as I wanted to retain some surprise. What if he wasn't all that?

I knocked, and he invited me in with a hug. She'd been right about him being great-looking. He was in shape, with dirty blonde hair, and a little stubble. A pretty man. Well-dressed. Smelled good. His place was nice too; I could tell he was doing well. I felt a little out of my league, which doesn't happen often.

We sat down and shared a drink. He asked me nice, normal questions, like this was just a regular first date, but of course we both knew it wasn't. But something wasn't right. It was obvious from the decor that a woman lived there. This was a couple's house.

He could tell I was uneasy, and admitted it. His girlfriend was away, and he understood if this changed things, but it was okay as they had 'an arrangement'. He didn't tell me via text, because he thought it might be a deal-breaker, and he was probably right. Even though I was already seeing a guy in a relationship, I didn't feel great about doing the same thing again.

Needing some air, I went to the bathroom. On the way, I saw a photo of them together. She looked around his age. Pretty, but she seemed to be punching above her weight a little bit. Maybe that's why he wanted something on the side. Maybe that's why she let him.

I told him I wasn't saying no, but I needed more information. He said she travels for work, and as they're both highly sexual people, it wouldn't be practical to stay completely monogamous. So while she's on a trip, they're both free to do as they wish. She was probably getting some right now, he said with a laugh. This could of course have been bullshit, but I instinctively believed it. And frankly, he was hot, and I wanted him.

"Okay", I simply stated. I kicked off my shoes, and started to climb up him on the couch. He kissed well, gentle but firm. Although he wasn't particularly tall, I felt like a little girl on top of him. I realized he would be the oldest man I'd been with.

I took off his shirt, and kissed his hot torso. He seemed to like me taking charge like this, grabbing my ass with a firm hand. I'd been kneeling over him, but at this point sat down onto his body. He was wearing pretty loose pants, so I'd had no clue how big his dick actually was, but now I could feel something was definitely stirring down there. Our warm genitals touched through our clothes, and it was clear he was no joke. I must have looked eager, because he looked into my eyes and smiled. He knew.

As if to tease me, he put his hand down there, cock-blocking me. I let him. He rubbed my pussy through my soaked panties, as his other hand ventured into my bra, playing with a nipple. My clit already felt amazing, and I had to squirm away from him, onto my back on the couch. He knew what to do next, diving between my legs, and quickly pulling off my white cotton panties. I hitched up my dress, and let him go to town on me.

Whatever he was packing downstairs, he knew how to use his tongue, too. He was gentle but sloppy, getting me wet all over. I pulled my dress over my head, and unhooked my bra. I wanted to be naked. I wanted to be his. I couldn't help wrapping my legs around his neck, as he ate me with great skill.

Before I knew what was happening, he'd scooped me up in his strong arms, and was carrying me, past the smiling photo of him and his girlfriend, to the bedroom. He threw me down on the bed, naked, and stood over me. We both saw the imbalance. He was still wearing pants.

I lept up and began rabidly tearing at his belt and buttons. Despite the loose fit of the fabric, there was now a sizable bulge forming. I kissed his tight abs, as I undid the pants. It was at this point that it really hit me that my friend had surely done the same once; that I was about to have sex with a man she'd had too. But it didn't deter me. If anything, it spurred me on.

The pants came undone to reveal a pair of black boxers, visibly strained by their contents. I could feel the heat coming off it. I could smell dick. I looked up into his eyes, and he nodded. I pulled down the boxers, and it hit me in the fucking face. No joke. A warm slap right along my face. He was HUGE.

It took me several seconds to process what was right in front of my eyes. I had to pull back to take it all in. An ENORMOUS white cock. A porn dick. A penis longer and thicker than my 9" black boyfriend's. I kneeled open-mouthed on the edge of the bed. I couldn't say anything.

He laughed, clearly this was nothing new to him. While I sat in awe, he fully removed his pants and boxers. A giant dick on a gorgeous body. "Oh my God", I exclaimed, wrapping my hand around it. It barely fit.

"How big is it?", I inquired. "I don't know exactly. About 10", I think." I wasn't arguing. I wrapped my lips around the huge head, and stuck my tongue in the hole. He grabbed my head instinctively. I bobbed up and down, trying to swallow more, but this seemed unfeasibly large. I could see why my girl had struggled. Tears welled as I gagged on him.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead sweetly. "If it's too big…" "No, it's perfect. Put it in me?"

I leaned back on the bed, my pussy dripping. He teased me with the head, and then slowly slipped it in. It felt unbelievable. He rubbed my clit as he worked the length in, and I almost came on the spot. Thankfully my pussy was more accommodating than my mouth had been that night, and he was soon fucking me.

Fucking me with a real-life monster cock. He couldn't get it all in, probably not close, but I still felt fuller than ever before. He went real slow, but that was enough, and I quickly came in his arms. Came fully and deeply. Came in that crazy lady kind of way. That 'OMG I would do anything to feel like this' kind of way. He must have been holding on, because as soon as I was done, he was too, and waves of hot cum filled my body.

We kissed some more, both exhausted. "Oh, those poor guys trying to match that with your girlfriend!", I said without thinking.

"I know, that's why I don't mind sharing", he replied.

"So that was for real? You might as well tell me, now we've done it."

"It is. I wouldn't lie. And if you like, you can come over whenever she's away…"

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3unuxw/going_back_after_going_black_fm