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By Blackzilla***

One night I was surfing the web and found myself browsing the Yahoo personal ads. Some of the ads women had put up were simply hilarious, and the things they were apparently looking for in men were absurd. I laughed my ass off the entire night reading these ads. They all seemed the same, these women claiming they wanted a man who was loving, kind, honest, sincere, etc. I'd never read so much bullshit in my entire life. One thing they all had in common was that they wanted an honest man.
Most guys lie; I know, cause I do. We need to lie to get pussy. Some of you women want us to jump through hoops just to get into your panties, or do a bunch of shit we don't want to do. We do these things reluctantly, just so we finally get some pussy. I can't even begin to describe the dumb, ridiculous shit I've done just to get my share of pussy.
I decided that night to dump the truth, and nothing but the truth, on these women. They wanted a man to be honest, and I could give them the truth. Fuck it, I thought, I've nothing better to do, and nothing to lose. So I started writing the brutal truth. The more I wrote the more ridiculous these ads seemed to me. Halfway through I started laughing, and couldn't stop. I guess I needed to vent something that night, cause I didn't hold back. This is my ad, exactly as I posted it
FIRST LET ME TELL YOU I AM A BLACK MAN, AND I LOVE WHITE WOMEN.
Hi, ladies! You always say in your ads that you're looking for an honest man. Well, you've found one, but you probably won't like what he has to say. I'm placing this ad response cause I'm looking to get laid, and that's it. Hey, at least that's honest. Why else would I do it? Think about it. We single men are lonely, and basically looking for something to do. Reading some of the ads, I've laughed out loud at stuff like "long walks in the park" or "I like to go hiking." What a load of crap!
Half the women I've met, after two blocks they're complaining their feet hurt. My favorite is "I like to go horseback riding." That's the one that cracks me up the most. First, where the hell do you find a horse in New York City? Second, what makes you think it wants you on its back? And here's another one for you ladies. What makes you think I'd want to go to a God-damn Museum? All that tells me is that you are one boring ass female. Fuck that!
Here's another good one. "I love sports." Puhleeze, ladies. The first thing you want to do on a Sunday during the football season is drag us around town making us do stuff we don't want to do? I speak for at least 50% of the men out there when I say: 1. We hate shopping. 2. We do not want to hang out with your family or your silly friends. I don't have time to do those boring ass things some of you ladies want a man to do.
My job and my money come first. I work 6 days a week, and after a long day at work the last thing I want to hear is "Where are we going tonight?" The only reason men put up with your fantasies is and let's be honest here we want to get laid. I used to play that game doing the shopping thing, walks in the park bullshit, those ridiculous, so-called-romantic things you make us do just to see if we will do them, and then, just maybe, you might give us some pussy. Wake up, ladies! It's a different world!
The fantasy man you dreamt of, as a child no longer exists in 2001. Kind, caring, sincere, loyal, etc men are few and far between. And if you think you can find a guy like that on the web, well... goodfuckingluck. Most guys on-line are checking out porn sites, and wondering how to get laid.
So, do you hate me now? Are you pissed off that you've wasted your time reading this? Well, that's life, honey. If you want your pussy pounded into submission by a big black man, I'm the one, baby. And if reading this has made your pussy moist, drop a brother an e-mail. You never know... if you live close enough to me, tonight could be your lucky night instead of being all alone. You might just find your pussy filled to capacity by a big black cock.
In closing, let me stress that I love all women short, tall, fat, skinny, chunky though my fetish is the older white woman. I love all races, and would like to experience women from all over the world before I die. So, ladies, here's the deal. If you're looking for someone to run around town, go here and there, do a lot of dumb boring shit like I mentioned above, I'm not the one.
However, if you want to fool around and have sex, I'm your black knight. I have a very erotic mind and like to experiment with my ladies. I love role-playing games and shit like that. I'm not down with any gay stuff unless it's between women. I'm a voyeur and like to watch. When I'm bored I write erotic stories. My stories are posted worldwide. If you would like a trip into my mind, take the link below to my home page, where I post my stories.
I write under the screen name Blackzilla99. If, after reading this, you hate me, that's ok. I understand. At least I was honest. If you want to tell me off, that's ok too. I respond to all e-mails. We can chat if you like, or whatever. Thanks for listening to the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Peace
Blackzilla

When I was done writing I felt great, like there was a load off my mind. Plus it helped kill some time before I was to go out that evening to meet a friend. I went back to the Yahoo personals site and filtered out the ads by women in the New York, Westchester, area. It was as usual, a variety of women looking for the same old shit.
I still had an hour to kill, so I started to copy and paste this ad response to every one of these women who had claimed she wanted an honest man. Race, age or body type didn't matter. If they said they wanted honesty I gave it to them. After replying to about a hundred ads (fortunately I have DSL) I got bored. Also it was time for me to go out to pick up my friends.
As I was going out I wondered if anybody would write me back. I expected some juicy hate mail, but I didn't care. I guess it was the troublemaker in me. A part of me, though, felt bad. I knew that some of those women would be real pissed off with what they found in their e-mail mailboxes. But I also figured that some would get a laugh out of it.
Waking the next day around noon I fired up my pc and went into my mailbox. I was amazed to find about 30 email responses. As expected, many were from pissedoff women. About 20 basically told me to go fuck myself, while about 5 thanked me for at least being honest. One email got my attention. The subject line read " I like your style, we share a common bond.. Let's party Zilla."
In the e-mail she said she lived in Scarsdale, which was the next town over. That alone got me excited. (Shit! it was five minutes away!) She said how funny she thought I was, and how I made complete sense. She said she'd just moved to NY from Florida, and how bored she was. She was white and had never been with a black man, though she'd always wanted to have sex with one.
Her name was Terri, she was 27 years old, about 5'5" weighed around 135 pounds and had short black hair. What most excited me was her saying that most of her weight was in her hips and ass. Just that one sentence got my dick hard. But the last sentence was the stopper. "My phone number, Mr. Blackzilla, is 555-5555. I don't play games either, so if you want to party call me. I dare you. lol."
Was this woman fucking with me? I was excited, but doubtful. Twenty seconds of thought later I reached for my phone. While dialing I thought: She's got some nerve to dare me! The old saying ran through my head, "Momma didn't raise no punk." I love a challenge. If she wanted to play I would play with her. The phone rang three times before a very soft, sexy voice answered.
"Hello."
"Hi. Can I speak to Terri?" I used my manliest voice, trying to sound cool.
"Yes, this is she."
I heard a faint giggle. Fuck it, I thought. Let's see where this goes.
"Who's this?" said the voice.
I said: "Hi. This is Blackzilla. You sent me your number.
"Hi. How are you? I didn't really think you'd call."
"Well, in your email you dared me."
We chatted about half an hour. She had a pleasant voice, soft and sweet, and seemed really nice. She also had a great sense of humor, which I loved. We talked about sex and how much we both liked it. The more we talked the more I liked her. Then she said, "So, Mr. Zilla, what are your plans for today.?"
"Nothing much. Why, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Well, I was hoping I might find some black guy to fill my pussy to capacity," she said, laughing.
I also laughed. It was funny to hear her quote my ad response. I said, "Just give me an hour to shower and get ready, baby. I'll be there in a heart beat."
I said it as if it was a joke. Though I really wanted her I didn't know if I should take her seriously. She was silent for a while...
Then she said, "I wasn't kidding. Do you want to come over?"
I took about a tenth of a second to think of my reply. "Hell, yeah, I want to come over."
"Do you know where Garth Road is in Scarsdale? My address is 1574 Garth Rd, my apartment number is 4k," she said in her sweet voice.
I like a woman with a sweet voice. Then I thought, could I trust this girl? Is she serious or can she be playing a game with me? What if it's a fake address, or something weird like that?
I said, "Hey, Terri, I hope you're not playing games. If you are, then let me tell you, it won't be appreciated." I spoke seriously, wanting her to know I wasn't playing around. I also wanted her to know who was in control.
She said, "Mr. Zilla, I know I sound kind of fast, but when you get to know me you'll find that I'm a straight shooter. I don't like playing games either. If you want to know the truth, I'm horny. I want a black cock, and you live close by. It's that simple."
I'd never heard a woman talk like that before, and I loved it. I'd often dreamt of having a woman talk like that to me. So many women fuck around, beating around the fucking bush. To hear one speak so plainly was refreshing, and also exciting. Terri sounded sincere, and her attitude to sex was a man's dream. I didn't need to hear any more. My last words before I hung up were, "I'll be there in one hour, baby. Get it warm for me."
"I'll be here, waiting. And, trust me, it's already warm."
I hung up the phone and took a deep breath. This was what I'd fantasized about for years. What had started as a joke was becoming real. There was no time to waste. I jumped in the shower, and while there I tried to imagine what she looked like. I didn't think she'd have lied when she knew I was coming over. I hoped she was cute. And I wanted her body to be as she'd described it. After my shower and a quick shave I made my way down the Bronx river parkway, heading toward Scarsdale. I knew where Garth Road was, cause a friend of mine used to live there.
I parked my car and made for the front of her building. I was a little nervous, but not too bad. There were a few white people in the lobby. It cracks me up the way white people look at a black man in their neighborhood. I always give them a big smile and a nice greeting, which puts most white people at ease, especially those not used to dealing with black people. I rang the buzzer for Terri's apartment and heard once more that sweet voice over the intercom.
"Who is it?"
The funny thing was that I hadn't told her my name. With other people in the lobby, I didn't feel like saying I was Blackzilla, so I just said, "Hi. It's me," as if I was an old friend. I rode the elevator to the fourth floor, and when I reached her door I just stood for a while, my palms sweating with excitement. At last I took a deep breath and pushed the buzzer. She must have been standing by the door because before I could draw my hand back it opened about 6 inches and she stuck her head out and gave me a big smile. She was so fucking cute. I said, "Hi. How're you doing?" All the time wondering why she only had the door open a crack.
She looked me up and down. "Hi there, Mr. Zilla." Now, no one ever calls me that face-to-face, and it sounded weird coming from her. I just write under the name Blackzilla. No one in my everyday life knows my erotic story side; it's just something I do on the web for fun, and privately.
I used my wits to break the ice, saying, "Well, can I come in? I hope there aren't a couple of big white guys behind the door waiting to beat me up or something." She giggled, and giving me a naughty smile she grabbed my left hand and said, "Come on in.
When I entered her apartment it became clear why Terri had been hiding behind the door. She had on just a black robe and sexy high-heeled shoes, which put 3 inches on her height. She looked absolutely stunning. Her short haircut was very sexy, and she looked like she just got out of the shower. I love the wet, fresh look white women have when they come from the shower. Most of all, I liked her smile, which was the kind that warms you up inside.
Still holding her hand, I stepped back, saying, "Damn girl! You are fine." I raised her hand above her head and gestured for her to turn around. She blushed but did just that, continuing to giggle. It was time I took control of the situation. She had been the aggressor on the phone, but I intended to be in charge in the bedroom.
When she was facing me again I put an arm around her waist and pulled her to me. It was a bold move, but it felt right. My sudden action must have startled her, because her eyes grew wide. I gently kissed the top of her forehead, saying, "It's a real pleasure to meet you, Terri."
She looked up, smiling. "It's my pleasure too." I felt her arms wrap around me. She was warm in my arms, and I felt the room temperature rising. We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like forever, though it must have been just a few seconds. It was that tense moment just before the first kiss. I was nervous as hell but didn't hesitate, and when I bent to kiss her lips she was ready. She smiled and closed her eyes, and lifted her face.
Terri's lips were wonderfully soft, and when they met mine the sensation was electric. She was a little tense to start with, but then she gave a little sigh and her whole body seemed to melt in my arms. Her lips parted and she thrust her little tongue into my mouth. She was a lovely, passionate kisser, soft and hard at the same time.
A part of me still couldn't believe I was in this woman's apartment. You see, shit like this just doesn't happen to me. I've always had to work hard for pussy. But there was nothing to analyze, no drama, no endless phone calls. No going out to dinner, then spending a fortune to impress the date.
This woman was a wet dream, a fantasy delivered by way of the web. Though my tongue was buried in her mouth, and my hands were moving down her back, I wasn't yet sure she was for real. But when my hands reached her ass, and felt those fat, round, soft globes through her robe, all my doubts vanished. Terri was for real all right.
"Mmmmmmm," I moaned as I started to explore her backside. Her robe was slippery against the flesh, and my hands easily glided over, under and between her cheeks.
She broke our kiss and I started to kiss her neck. She said, "You like it, don't you, baby? I know black men like girls with big Asses do you like my ass, Mr. Zilla?"
"Damn, baby, your ass feels so fucking good. Let me see it, baby. Take off that robe, now."
She stepped back a couple of feet, and I saw that Iwant-to-fuck look in her eyes. That incredible smile stayed on her face, and my dick started to swell with anticipation. I expected her to remove her robe slowly and seductively, but there was none of that. In fact, if I'd blinked I would have missed seeing the robe hit the floor.
"GOD DAMN!" I shouted when she stood before me wearing nothing but her black high heels. My cock was at full strength now; I don't think it had ever been so hard. I just drank her up, my gaze starting at the top of her head and slowly working its way down. My first stop was at her breasts. They weren't big, but not small either. They stood out proud, perfectly matching her frame. She had a nice round belly, and I like a girl with a little extra meat on her bones. She turned round and I had my first view of her lovely big, fleshy ass.
Looking over her shoulder at me, smiling, and with her eyebrows raised, she whispered: "Do you like what you see?"
My throat suddenly felt very dry, and I just croaked something and nodded my head. She turned towards me and now I gazed at my prize, that thing I had come to Scarsdale for. I had come for pussy, and here it was, clean-shaven except for a little strip of hair above the clit. It was gorgeous.
I stood and feasted my eyes on her white flesh. My cock was aching and prodded the front of my jeans, begging for freedom. Terri had noticed the bulge in my pants, and now she walked up and cupped both hands over my crotch and squeezed my cock.
"Mmmmmm, that feels nice, Mr. Zilla. Why don't you sit down and let me take care of that thing for you?"
I said nothing. I had expected to be in charge by now, but it seemed like she was. This woman was so fucking real she almost scared me. She wasn't into playing games. I found myself backing until I felt a chair behind me and sat down on it.
Terri was on a mission, and sex just oozed out of her. She knelt between my legs as I sat in the chair, and unbuckled my belt with her pretty white hands. Then she unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper. The room got even warmer. She looked into my eyes as she released my thick black cock and wrapped her little hand, warm and slightly damp, around the shaft. She looked at my cock as if it was some strange object. I had forgotten that she'd never had a black one before. I guess she just wanted to get a good look at the tool that would soon be filling her pussy to capacity.
Holding it in both hands, she began stroking it. My cock had been aching for attention, and her slow soft strokes, though they felt great, were just not enough. I needed more. "It won't bite you, baby," I urged, "Trust me. Why don't you give it a little kiss?"
She looked at me and smiled. Then she said something no woman had said to me before. "Your cock is so big and beautiful. Mmmmm, God, look at it! But are you sure it won't bite me, Mr. Zilla?"
I was starting to get into this Mr. Zilla thing, so I said, "Don't you worry baby. You can trust Zilla."
Terri had been staring at my cock, and now I saw her close her eyes. Right there I knew it was going to happen. The first time you do anything with a woman is magical. The first time she takes your cock into her mouth or the first time you stick your cock in her pussy is an intense moment.
Many women make you go through hoops before you get that first blowjob or before she finally lets you put your cock inside her. Terri was not like that. She opened her mouth, and in the millisecond before I felt her soft white lips round my knob the chain of events that got me to this point flashed through my mind. Surfing the web the night before, reading personal ads, writing that insane ad, copying and pasting it and sending it to a hundred women, reading my mail the next day, calling Terri....
The chain of events leading to sex can sometimes be erotic in itself. I had just completed that thought when I felt Terri's tongue on the underside of my shaft. "Mmmmmm, baby, yeah. That's it..."
Her tongue was hot and felt so good. I felt her lips on my knob, and suddenly she had half my cock in her mouth, with the tip pressing against the back of her throat.
"Ohhhh, God! Mmmmm," I moaned. I love seeing my cock buried in a white woman's mouth. The contrast between the two skin colors somehow takes the act to a different level.
Terri started working my cock back and forth in her mouth, taking it to the back of her throat every time. I'm a voyeur, and love to watch. I noticed that Terri never opened her eyes, but stayed focused on my cock in her own private world. Her mouth was dripping wet, and while my cock was in there she slobbered over it with her tongue. In fact, her tongue, her lips, and her right hand were giving me one of the great blowjobs of my life.
I watched in wonder as this young lady tried to get more and more of my cock into her mouth. I encouraged her as much as I could. "Ahhh, damn, Terri.. Your mouth feels so good, baby.. That's it. Yeah like that, baby. Mmmmm. suck that cock!"
She really knew how to suck cock, and I felt like I was in blowjob heaven. The noise she was making told me that she liked it too, and the vibrations she made by moaning over my cock nearly made me shoot my load there and then.
By now the chair I was sitting in had become a little uncomfortable and I stood up slowly, my cock still in Terri's mouth. She didn't skip a beat or miss a stroke, just groaned a little and kept on sucking. Watching my organ disappear into, then reappear from her face, I thought "Wow! In-fucking-credible." I felt overwhelmed by this incredible adventure. But now I wanted to taste her pussy, and to show her that I too possessed some skill in oral sex. She looked so fucking sexy squatting on her heels while she fellated me that I almost didn't want to disturb her.
I knew, though, that if I didn't stop her soon, I'd be loosing a thick blast of come down her throat. "Come on, baby," I said, "let's go to bed. I want to taste some of that pussy of yours."
She took my dick from her mouth and looked up at me. It was the first time she'd opened her eyes since her face had dived into my crotch. And that smile of hers I had fallen in love with beamed out bigger and brighter than ever.
I stripped off the rest of my clothes and lay down on my back on the bed. Terri came and stood by the bed. I guess she wasn't sure what to do next, so I told her, "Come here, baby, and sit on Zilla's face." I loved the way she followed directions. Without wasting a second she climbed on the bed, and came and straddled my upper chest in a 69 position, her ass about 6 inches above my face. I said, "Come on baby, bring that pussy down to me."
I watched, delighted, as she lowered her pussy carefully onto my face. Her lips were glistening with moisture, filling my nose with the sweet aroma of sex. I stuck my tongue out just before she landed on my face, and, grabbing her fleshy white ass, pulled it down to me, burying my tongue deep into her wet cunt.
"Aaaaaah. Mmmmmmm," she exclaimed when my tongue penetrated her vagina. Soon I felt her pussy contract and her body shake in a powerful orgasm. "Oh God! Oh God! Aggggggh. Yeeasss!"
My open mouth was soon filled with her syrupy pussy juices, but my tongue showed her cunt no mercy. Her pussy juice was delicious, and I wanted more.
Now I really went to work on her cunt. Grabbing a buttock in each hand I pulled her ass down on my face and licked her pussy with some force. I wanted to show her that her pussy belonged to me. I also wanted more of that sex juice, and my tongue explored every crevice it could reach, trying to make the floodgates open again. Her moans and the way she threw her ass from side to side told me she was close, and that I would soon be able to quench my thirst. Her cries had become increasingly urgent, eventually reaching a crescendo. "Oh yeah, baby suck my clit. Mmmmmm. Yeah, that's it! Now lick my pussy! Oh yeah, suck my cunt, Zilla, Oh, oh I'm cuming."
I hung on tight to her thick soft ass cheeks, using my tongue, my nose shit! I used my entire face on her pussy. I felt her lips wrap around the head of my cock. It had been a long time since I'd done a sixtynine. Let me tell you, it one was awesome. Her moaning while she sucked my cock almost brought me to the edge, and the vibrations I felt when the tip of my cock reached the back of her throat sent waves of electricity through my body.
I couldn't take any more, but I damn near had to lift her off my cock. She didn't realize how close she had been to getting a mouthful of thick hot cum.
"God damn! Did a white boys teach you to suck dick like that."
She gave me a little smile. "I just love sucking cock. I forgot to tell you that."
She was so fucking cool, and we both started laughing. I like a woman who can laugh during sex. It eases the tension and makes everything more comfortable. But it was time to get down to business. I needed to focus on why I had come here, and I had come for pussy.
"Come on, baby," I ordered. "Move that ass around and we'll see how much dick that pussy of yours can take."
She smiled and scrambled round over my body. Then she straddled me again, but now her pussy was poised over my crotch. I watched her grab the base of my cock with her left hand and began feeding the head into one of the tightest, and wettest, pussies I've ever entered. Whenever I thought she would have to stop I'd see another, then another, inch of black cock sink into that sweet white pussy.
The voyeur in me took over and reveled in the sight of her pussy stretching and adjusting to my cock's thickness. Terri had closed her eyes again and I saw her wincing from the pain, but she had set her cunt muscles a mission to take my cock far into her body. When it was in much deeper than I had thought was possible she slid back up so that just the tip of my cock was lodged in her hole. She opened her eyes, looked at me and smiled.
"Are you ready, mister Zilla?"
"Yeah, baby. I am so fucking ready. Gimme that pussy."
In one swift motion she dropped the whole of her body weight down on my cock.
"Aaaaaagghhhh! Yeah, baby."
I shouted I as felt my cock go deep into her cunt. When I felt those big round cheeks resting on my balls I realized I had hit the pussy jackpot.
"Yeah baby, fuck me, ride my fucking cock, work that fucking pussy."
Terri didn't waste a second, but started bouncing up and down on my cock like a mad woman. Her pussy was unbelievable, it was so fucking tight. She placed her small little white hands on my chest for balance and rode me like a champion. I tell you, this woman knew how to ride a cock. From time to time she stopped, with my cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, and ground her pussy into my crotch. Watching her grind that pussy really got me energized. She was totally and completely satisfying me, and I knew that she was also satisfying her own needs.
I pulled her close and kissed her deeply while she continued to ride my cock without missing a beat. Still kissing her, I rolled her over so that now I was on top. It was my turn to fuck her, and hers to be fucked. I pushed her legs wide and back, then positioned myself between them and gazed at my target. She looked so fucking beautiful lying on her back with her legs spread and her cunt so naked and vulnerable. I sat back on my heels for a moment and watched her massaging her clit. Then, jutting my hips forward and flourishing my cock in her face, I said: "Mmmm baby. You want this big black dick? Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want this black dick."
"Oh God yes! I want your dick, daddy. Give it to me. Pleeeease, fuck me, please! Zilla, fuck me with your big, black cock."
I lunged forward, and with one mighty thrust slammed my cock deep into her gooey snatch. I fell on top of her and we kissed passionately while I began working my shaft in and out of that amazing pussy. I thought, if there is truly a heaven, then it must be right here, between this woman's legs.
I knew I couldn't last much longer. In fact, I was surprised to have lasted this long without blasting off. However, now focused on my own orgasm, I started to increase my pace. Terri must have understood, because she spread her legs wide to allow me to sink my cock even deeper into her delicious white body. I pounded away at her pussy, feeling her body trembling from each powerful thrust. Her breathing got faster, and so did mine. With my every thrust I could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing my cock.
"Mmmmm, yeah, baby, you like that, don't you? You like that dick... is your pussy filled to capacity now, huh? Is it? Is it?"
I felt her body shake violently in a powerful orgasm, and she cried out:
"Yes, yes, yes, yes... I love your fucking cock. Oh, Oh, Oh God. I'm cumming!"
I had to use all of my strength to hold myself back.
"That's it, baby. Cum, cum, cum for me, baby, cum on my big black cock!"
Her pussy started to contract and suck in my cock, taking me past the point of no return.
She continued to moan and shake, then she said, "Fuck me, Zilla. Oh God yes! Fuck me! I want to feel you're hot cum shooting into me."
It was all I needed to hear. I gave her two more deep thrusts, then buried my cock into sweet white pussy and let myself go.
"Aaaaaagggghhh! Agggghhh! Yeah, baby take it! Take it!" I screamed.
Never in my life had I cum so fucking hard and so fast, thick hot jizz blasting out of my cock. I collapsed on top of her and held her tight as I continued to pump my cock in and out of her cunt, filling it with my seed. Her pussy was amazing. I could feel its fleshy walls squeezing my cock, sucking out everything I had to give. With my cock buried deep inside her, I felt my own cum overflowing from her pussy and down my balls. It put a smile on my face, cause it was what I'd said I was going to do. I'd said I would fill this woman's pussy to capacity, and I had.
When I was finally able to catch my breath, I opened my eyes to see the prettiest smile. It was almost like a dream. Terri was a beautiful, and she was also a nice woman. I sat back on my heels to take another look at her pussy, and, let me tell you, there's nothing like seeing a freshly fucked pussy with your own cum leaking out of it. Her pussy glistened as our mixed fluids leaked slowly out and down to the crack of her ass. I rolled off her and gave her a little kiss. Then I whispered in her ear: "You were awesome, baby. That's was some of the pussy I ever had."
"Did you really enjoy it, or do you say that to all the girls you fuck after meeting them on the Internet?"
I told her the truth.
"Terri, I'm not that lucky. Shit like this just doesn't happen to me. You're the first girl I ever met over the Internet that I have fucked. and I'm not lying, baby. Your pussy was just incredible, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing yourself with me."
She looked at me with those beautiful eyes and said, "No man ever said such nice things to me before. You're sweet and kind, and I want to thank you for a wonderful afternoon. And let me tell you, your cock is magnificent. And you did fill my pussy to capacity. I mean, Jesus Christ, your cum is still leaking out of me!"
Both of us looked down at the thick globs of cum still leaking out of her pussy and started to laugh. It had to be one of the best times I'd had ever had. And the whole adventure had started out just cause I was sitting in front of my computer, bored to death.
I didn't want to overstay my welcome so I started to get dressed. Terri went to the bathroom, I guess to wash up. When I was dressed, and had again thanked Terri for a nice afternoon, I was about to head for the front door when I saw from her expression that she wanted to say something. I said, "Is everything ok, babe? You look like there's something on your mind."
She smiled at me. "Can I ask a question?"
"Sure, baby, you can ask me anything."
"How do you feel about older women?"
I started to laugh, but now, for the first time, she didn't smile back.
I said, "Terri, I guess you really don't know me that well yet. I LOVE OLDER WOMEN. Actually, you're the youngest woman I've had sex with in about 5 years. I usually mess with women in their 40s or early 50s."
The smile that I loved lit up her face again. I asked her why she'd asked that.
"Can I tell you a little secret?"
"Sure, baby."
"Well, my mother and I are very close, and since my dad passed away we have gotten even closer. We once picked up a man and both of us fucked him. We had a really good time. My mother's an attractive woman and built just like me. We talk about that wild night all the time. She's very conservative and modest on the outside, but in the bedroom she's a firecracker who loves cock.
I felt my cock growing as I guessed where this conversation was heading. Terri gave me a wicked smile and said, "Do you think you might be interested in filling two pussies to capacity?"
We both started laughing. I couldn't believe my luck. I looked into her eyes and said, "Baby, it would be my pleasure to fuck both you and your momma. Just say when and where."
She threw herself into my arms and gave me a big hug and a kiss.
"Oh, thank you, Zilla. You are truly the best."
It dawned on me that she still didn't know my name.
"Terri, sweetheart, my real name is Wilson, in case you wanted to know."
She stepped back and stuck out her hand, saying, "Nice to meet cha, Wilson." It was quite funny and we both started laughing again. We had shared an entire afternoon of fucking and sucking and she hadn't known my name!
I was walking towards the door when I heard her say, "I love calling you Zilla. Can I still call you that?"
I turned and said, "Baby, you can call me anything you want, just CALL ME."
And call me she did. The following Wednesday I went over to her place and fucked her real good. Thursday night she called to say her mother was coming to town on business. Terri had told her all about me, and her mother was really looking forward to meeting me.
It's now Friday morning and I've had no sleep. I told you that last Saturday had been one of the best times I'd ever had in my life. Tonight I anticipate a new sexual journey, fucking and sucking the pussy that gave birth to one of my greatest sexual adventure to date. I'll let you know how it goes down...
PEACE
The End -Or just the beginning?