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By Polly-Anna

My husband and I had moved into town and had picked this new apartment complex to live in until we could find a place of our own. It'd take a lot of research to find one of the better neighborhoods as my husband was now becoming established in a well paying job so we'd be able to afford a nicer home than the one we just moved out of.
My husband and I are the same age at 24 years old and have been married since we were 20. Our marriage had been great and although we didn't have any children, it didn't bother either one of us as we wanted to establish our careers first before settling down and raising a family. This was one of the reasons for the move. We both decided that it was about time for us to have our children. We ultimately wanted a boy and girl, but would be happy with any combination that we'd be blessed with. I'd stopped taking birth control prior to our move.
The neighbors in the apartment complex were wonderful. We were both reluctant to move into such a housing area because we enjoy our privacy and knew that apartments were hotbeds of neighbor discontent due to parties and loud noises. This apartment on the other hand was quiet and all of the neighbors seemed to be older and more mature. This was a great temporary place for us to live.
One of the neighbors, this story is about him, is a black man named Nathan, who lived in the unit next to ours. Nathan was a man that had a good paying job and had been divorced for about 5 years. He was 26 years old and quiet. Nathan was about six feet tall and was a big stalky man - dwarfing my 5'3" petite frame. He mostly kept to himself.
My husband Bob had talked to Nathan on occasion and they'd become pretty good friends, playing golf, going to football games together. Whenever Nathan was around, he'd look at me in a kind of strange way. He seemed to be "checking me out" whenever Bob wasn't looking. This didn't bother me and I didn't feel threatened because he was always so nice to Bob and I. And besides, I worked damn hard to keep my body in shape, so that both Men and myself would like what they saw. I run every day, and workout, and watch what I eat.
Although I wasn't a prejudicial person, I never thought about what it'd be like to be with a black man because the life I shared with my husband was quite satisfactory and everything in our life seemed to be going well, including our sex life. One could say that I was a person with a strong libido. I'm a person that requires my sex on a daily basis. If Bob didn't make love to me on any particular day, I'd find time before going to work or after I got home to take matters into my own hand. Sex was never far from my thoughts.
The way Nathan looked at me when Bob wasn't looking always made me feel special. Whenever I'd catch him looking, he'd get a big grin on his face and then just turn away. I take pride in my body and although nothing I have is very big, I take pride in the small slender frame and my small firm breasts. Occasionally I wear tight T-shirts and go without a bra and on occasion when Nathan has seen me like this it causes my nipples to protrude into tiny buttons visible on the front of my shirt. I'd almost be embarrassed, however nothing would be said.
One day when I was home from work, I was in the washroom doing the laundry. This was a chore that no woman likes to do, but is essential. I had the day off and thought I'd finish this task before Bob got home from work. I had plans for the night, that didn't include doing chores. I'd been thinking about Bob all day and was looking forward to some really good sex that evening. When I finally finished, I picked up the basket and headed up the short flight of stairs back to our apartment.
I could see Nathan standing at the top of the stairs, and could see that he had a big grin on his face. I was glad to see him and said hi as I climbed the stairs. Just as I was about to pass him, he put his big arm across the doorway and blocked my passage. He looked at me in that funny way of his and told me that Bob was a lucky man. He also told me that I had the most beautiful lips he had ever seen and Bob must feel special to kiss them. I was taken back by his comment, but it made me feel good. He then moved his arm and asked me if I'd like him to carry the basket. I just kind of chuckled and told him that it was light and I only had a short distance to go. He bid me fare- well and I didn't see him again that day.
As I walked back to the apartment, I was thinking about what he had just said to me and for the first time, I wondered what it would be like to kiss his large African lips. I didn't find the idea repulsive and I think it may have been largely due to the fact that Nathan was such a nice person and was such a nice friend to Bob and myself. I think that was the first time that I ever thought of Nathan as more than just a neighbor.
As the months passed our friendship grew with Nathan. It seemed that more and more - his looks at me had a longing in them. On more than one occasion I'd wondered what it would be like to make love to this big man. I would never reveal my innermost fantasies to my husband let alone anyone else, but one morning when I was all alone, I was laying in bed and was imagining what it would be like to make love with Nathan. I could see myself underneath his huge frame and my legs spread wide, allowing him access to my innermost parts. When I visualized myself sitting on top of him, straddling his cock, I'd one of the most intense orgasms that I'd ever experienced, with a little help from my fingers.
Our friendship had developed - and then one day it began to take a turn that became more physical. We had invited Nathan over for dinner one evening and he told us that he 'hated to eat and run, he should be going because he had an important meeting in the morning and he didn't want to be tired.' Bob went into one of the back rooms to get a magazine that he had borrowed from Nathan, I jumped up from the table to begin the wifely chore of doing the dishes. Nathan walked up behind me and put his hand on my ass and gave it a tight squeeze. I noticed that his hand nearly covered one of my cheeks. When I looked at him, he squeezed it again and whispered thank you again for the great dinner. With that, he winked at me and turned and walked away.
After that night it seemed that Nathan was always touching me. I didn't mind and felt that it was his way of bonding with a friend. It wasn't sexual except for the time we had him for dinner and he grabbed my ass, but it really didn't bother me. I didn't feel threatened by him, I guess because I liked him so much.
Again I was in the laundry room one day and I turned to see Nathan coming down the stairs with some laundry. He was laughing at me and said that we mustn't keep meeting in the laundry room like this. He finished washing his clothes and then he put the stuff in the dryer and just stood looking at the machine as it began tumbling.
I realized that I had forgotten some of the clothes I was supposed to was asked him if he'd mind keeping an eye on my things while I went back and got the things I'd forgot. Nathan turned to me and put his hands on my shoulders and as I looked up into his eyes, he pulled me close to him and put his lips on mine.
I'd been wondering what it would be like to kiss this him, but that is about as far as the thought went until that moment. His lips were soft and warm. He felt so powerful as he held me and I could feel my resistance melt almost immediately.
The kiss actually felt really good and just the thought of doing it in the washroom, in a public place, made it feel quite exciting. The kiss was not just a peck on the lips, but one that began to linger. I opened my lips and his tongue began to brush lightly against them. The soft sensuous feeling of his tongue sent shivers up my back. While kissing, he grabbed my hand and pulled it down between us placing it on his cock, which had become rigid and was probably the biggest cock I'd ever felt in my life. I gave it a squeeze and could tell that it was a mammoth in proportion to my husband's. The thought that went through my head was that I didn't know how a woman could put this thing inside herself. It was by far bigger than I'd imagined in my wildest fantasies.
As we broke the kiss, he told me that he had been wanting to do that for quite some time. I could tell he had been thinking of me, but he never asked me to do anything else, and as I looked him in the eyes, I could also tell he hungered for me. But he turned and began to take the laundry from his dryer.
That evening as I lay in bed with my husband, I couldn't help but think of the size of Nathan's cock. Bob was asleep, but I was not even close to being tired. My pussy was aching at the thought of this big black man's cock. All the times that he has touched me and the winks he has given me were all beginning to mean something to me now. I know he and Bob were good friends but the relationship between Nathan and me was different. There seemed to be more of a husband and wife bond than just friendship.
Although nothing sexual had happened, I was wondering if it would, now that he had put my hand on his cock. I couldn't start being unfaithful to my husband, especially now that we were planning on making a baby, but the thought of having sex with Nathan was now on my mind. Since I was off work again tomorrow, I'd talk to Nathan. With the desire that I now had, I decided that I'd make love to him once and that'd be it. I couldn't do it with him more than that and I'd tell him. I had to see what that big cock was like. Call me impulsive, or over sexed, or anything you want, but I just had to have a go at that, just once. With that, I fell asleep.
The next morning as I was preparing breakfast for Bob, I had some feelings of guilt for even entertaining the idea of making love to Nathan. The more I thought of it, the more the feelings were replaced with feelings of lust. By the time Bob left for work, I couldn't wait to see Nathan.
As soon as Bob was out the door, I called Nathan on the phone and told him to come over to the house when he was dressed as I'd like to talk to him.
About fifteen minutes later there was a soft knocking on the door. I was still in my robe and after apologizing to Nathan I made some coffee. I told him that I'd been thinking about the previous day in the laundry room and our friendship. I told him that I could see the way things were going and I really wasn't disappointed. With a knot forming in the pit of my stomach, I asked him if he'd like to make love to me. He looked at me with astonishment on his face, and said that it would be the answer to his prayers.
I told him that I had been thinking him also, but that we could only do it this one time. I didn't want it to happen ever again because Bob and I were planning on making a family and that I knew it was wrong. When I got up to clear the table, Nathan came towards me and turned me towards him. My back was against the kitchen counter. I looked into his eyes and could again see the look I'd seen before. I now recognized it as lust, as his lips lowered to meet mine again.
Nathan was wearing shorts and as we kissed, I reached between our bodies and could feel his stiff cock. Again I was amazed at how big the thing was and my body began to tingle just thinking that in a few moments we'd be attempting to push it into my little blonde pussy. Nathan reached out and pulled my robe open. I wasn't wearing anything underneath and his hand slipped down between my legs to the wet spot.
I bent my legs slightly as his large hand went between them. His middle finger immediately found my stiff little button and I almost came as he rubbed the sticky fluid from my pussy on my clit. His finger slid into my depths. Because his hand was so large, his finger felt like it was as big as my husband's cock. If this man's finger was this big, how big was his cock going to be. Could I take it.
Nathan fingered my cunt until I just about collapsed leaning against the counter. He lifted me up and sat me on the counter top edge. My legs spread on either side of his waist. He backed up momentarily and pulled his shorts down to his knees and the biggest cock I have ever seen popped out. The head was massive and blue- black in color. His huge shaft was almost a perfect black color, and was all knotty and vained, and I knew that it'd probably hurt, but I was willing to try. At this point you couldn't have stopped him anyway I think.
His cock looked more like it belonged on a horse than a man. I could see the end was glistening with pre-cum as he guided it to my pussy-lips. It was a good thing that my cunt was so wet because when he tried to enter me, he stretched my lips as far as they would go. I have never had anything in me as big as that. My clit was stretched tight against the top of his cock as he worked it in slowly. I think his cock must have squeezed to a smaller size because I was as tight as I could get.
For a second, I thought it was going to be a futile attempt to fuck this man, then I could feel its length begin to enter me. I could feel the head of his cock as it pushed into me a little at a time. I didn't want to stop, I was crazed with lust at this point. Just watching what he was doing to me, was driving me over the edge. His hips moved back and forth slowly and as his meat became sticky with my juice, it inched into me. Finally I could feel his balls touching my ass and as I looked down between us, I could see his cock was deep inside of me. I thought I could see my tummy bulging slightly as I was impaled on his huge tube of meat. I told Nathan not to cum inside of me because it was my fertile time and I didn't want him to get me pregnant.
He told me that he'd pull out in time so I could see him squirt his jizm. My hips worked back and forth and the feeling was incredible. Almost immediately my pussy began to convulse in an intense orgasm. When it tightened around his cock, he must have been overwhelmed by the feeling also. I could feel his cock begin to throb and the head swelled to a size that wouldn't let it out of me. When he pulled back, it wouldn't come out. My pussy had a death-grip on his swollen meat and wouldn't let him withdraw.
Although he attempted to pull it from me it was, at that moment, impossible. While apologizing for doing it, he began to shoot his sticky sperm deep inside of my tummy. I could feel his cock expand each time the head spit its hot creamy load into me.
Knowing then that our sexual organs couldn't be separated, Nathan held me tight against him until our orgasms subsided. It wasn't until minutes later that his cock began to get flaccid, that he was able to withdraw his cum soaked cock from deep within my pussy. I told him he didn't need to apologize, but I would need to go into the bathroom and clean up. He kissed me again and got dressed and left. As I got down from the counter top, a big gob of his white cum began to drip from my stretched pussy. I couldn't believe how much he had pumped into me. If Nathan had been half as excited as I'd been, I can understand why there was such an amount of sperm in there.
My pussy felt like it would never be the same. I have never stretched it as much as it had just been and the lips were swollen and almost sore. He didn't even ream me with that swollen meat of his, he just pushed it into me and we were locked together like two mating animals.
I took a nice long bath and cleaned up. While laying in the tub I began to play with myself, thinking about the fucking I had just received. Although I was very sensitive from what had just happened, I had to make myself cum one more time.
Needless to say the remainder of the month I was a nervous wreck, just wondering if I was going to be pregnant with Nathan's baby. I really couldn't talk to anyone about it, yet the thought of making love to a close friend of ours really excited me. I was on a roller-coaster of emotions until at last I started my period. That was the day that I thought more of the experience than of the consequences.
During the month Nathan kept up his relentless vigil of advances. I knew that I shouldn't have made love to him in the first place, because I knew he'd want to do it more than once, a thought that also ap- pealed to me. The more I thought of the idea of having sex with Nathan, the more excited I became. I thought of buying some condoms but I knew he wouldn't fit the normal size and I didn't want my husband to see these magnum sized condoms laying around the house.
The more I dwelled on the idea the sooner I came up with a solution to the problem. I convinced Bob that we should postpone having our family and that I should go back on birth control for a while longer. I finally got him to agree and by the end of the next month I was taking my pills regularly. Now I had to let Nathan know in a subtle way that I couldn't get pregnant without coming out directly and telling him that I wanted his big black cock between my legs again. I can't believe I just wrote that, but it was exactly what I was thinking at the time.
One evening while laying in bed beside my husband, I began fantasizing about laying under Nathan again and having him ream my tight little pussy. The longer I thought about it the wetter I became until my panties were soaked. My little pussy felt like it was on fire. While Bob slept next to me, so I eased over to him and reached under the covers and took is limp penis in my hand and began to massage it. It didn't take long to get it up, and while he still slept I positioned myself on my side, facing him and manipulated it into myself. Bob woke up and looked at me, then looked at what I'd done, and without another word started to pump his cock into me. I clamped my hand tightly around his cock-shaft and against my wet pussy and moved my fingers slowly across the tip of my swollen and sticky clit until my body convulsed into an intense orgasm, Bob came right along with me. All the time we made love, I was thinking of Nathan, it was like I was becoming obsessed with the idea of fucking Nathan again, but at the moment I felt content and sated and drifted off to sleep, willing to let things take care of themselves tomorrow.
By morning I felt terrible. I'd only gotten about two hours of sleep because I'd been thinking of Nathan all night. I decided to call in sick at work and stay home. I knew that Nathan stayed home during the mornings and secretly I was hoping that I'd see him. I was beginning to feel like a nervous wreck, I just had to have that big black cock inside of me.
When Bob left for work, I sat at the breakfast table and wondered when I should attempt to see Nathan. Well I thought I'd do the standard housewife routine and dressed in only my robe and my sexiest white lace panties, I grabbed a cup and headed down the corridor and knocked on Nathan's door.
When he came to the door he looked at me through half open eyes because I'd just woken him up. Nathan only had a towel wrapped around his waist. I held the cup out and asked him if he had any sugar as I was completely out and I didn't like my morning coffee without it. He smiled and told me that he had some in the kitchen and that I could step inside if I dared to. I immediately took that as an invitation and looking quickly to see if any of the neighbors noticed me, I slipped through the doorway.
Once inside I followed Nathan into the kitchen. Just then I got an idea, and when he got the cup of sugar and turned to me I was gone. The only thing he saw was my bathrobe lying on the floor. I could hear him walking down the hallway towards the bedroom, but I made a quick retreat into his bedroom and was lying under the covers in his bed when he came in. He set the cup of sugar on the dresser and just smiled as he let the towel slide to the floor, releasing the massive tool that was now beginning to grow.
Nathan slid into bed next to me and I could feel the heat of his body. He held my face with both hands and lowered his head next to mine on the pillow and brushed his lips against mine. I was hot and couldn't wait much longer. I was a hungry woman and couldn't wait. I kissed him hard and began to pant by the time he slid his tongue deep into my mouth. I could feel one of his hands gripped my ass and pulled me tight against him. His cock was like an iron rod that was pressed tight between our belly's.
I immediately pulled my leg up and over the top of his. I was open now for him to play with even though I had on my lacy panties. I wished he'd rip them off and take me right then. We kissed and touched, he sucked on my breasts and made my nipples become as stiff as marbles. I could have almost cum without him touching me. I had my hand around his cock and was jacking him off when he threw the covers back and grabbed my panties with both of his hands and pulled them down and off my legs. When I was totally naked, I literally pulled him on top of me and told him that I couldn't wait any longer, that I wanted to feel his huge cock inside of me.
Again, I was quite thankful that my pussy gets extremely wet when I'm excited because Nathan guided his cock to the entrance of my tight little pussy and slowly eased his weight down on top of me. I thought I was going to be split wide open. I'd forgot just how big his knobby cock becomes. In two thrusts I was impaled on that gorgeous hunk of meat. We would have been locked together again, but I guess he had better leverage with us laying down and because of my extreme wetness he was able to pull it back out and reamed it into me again.
My knees were now pulled back against my chest allowing him deeper penetration into me. The more he reamed his cock in and out of me, the looser and more sensitive my pussy lips became. I told him that I wanted him to squirt his load of molten cream deep inside of me and I guess that is what he wanted to hear because at that moment he withdrew all but the bulbous head from my pussy-lips and I could feel the hot jets of liquid squirt deep inside of me. Again and again the liquid spewed from the slit at the end of his cock. When he finally finished he rammed his meat back into me and I could feel a large amount of his sperm squirt from my pussy and leak down the cheeks of my ass and onto the sheets. My pussy grabbed onto his cock and squeezed tightly as my body shook in its own intense and badly needed orgasm under his black sweaty body.
We laid in each others arms for about a half hour. I must have dozed off from the intense workout I had just received. When I awoke, I was laying on my stomach with my legs slightly apart, but one of Nathan's fingers was running the length of my dripping slit. I lay motionless, just thinking of how stretched my pussy had become when I felt his finger slide into my wet tunnel. As he finger fucked me, his thumb was rubbing against my clit. I felt that I could lay in bed with Nathan all day. He rolled over on top of me and slid the covers back again. He pulled my hips until I was on my knees and elbows. I spread my legs apart and like a dog in heat, arched my back so my pussy was exposed to him. Nathan mounted me from the rear and it was easier for him to penetrate me now that I was stretched for his massive size. He pulled my tiny hips tight against his pelvis and I knew that I could feel the tip of his cock touching my lungs. I braced myself as he slammed his giant meat deep into me for about a half hour before he let loose with another load of hot searing sperm.
We fucked for hours that day. I was taken on my side, I straddled him, from the front and back, almost every way we could think of. When he rolled over and collapsed on the bed, I looked at the clock on the dresser and it was almost 2:00. I'd been in bed fucking him since 7:30 that morning. His bed was soaking with sweat and the come my pussy couldn't hold.
I kissed him on the cheek and told him that I'd have to be getting home before Bob returned from work. I'd barely gotten cleaned up and dressed before Bob came through the front door. I was just beginning to cook dinner and he told me that I looked a lot better and that I must have stayed in bed all day. If he only knew.
It wasn't long before I finally lost the guilt feelings about having sex with Nathan. I think initially I justified it in my own mind because he was such a good friend of mine and Bob's. Sometimes I wondered if he was such a good friend only because he wanted to get me in bed, but it didn't matter, he was still respectful to us and I got what I wanted when Bob was away.