Our True Story I thought I'd tell you about the first time Sara ever took black cock...Well, for a number of years Sara taught at a small liberal arts college. As you can imagine, it was very common for the male students to fall madly in lust with her. She has an amazing body and these guys used to come around our house, hopelessly hot for her. When I would work out in the weight room of the school, on more than one occasion I heard some of the football studs talking about how hot she was and how they would give anything to fuck her. (They had no idea who I was or that I knew they were talking about a teacher...) Sara was always very careful not to encourage them or actually do anything with them -- until she quit teaching. There were a few guys who had graduated who had kept in touch with her. They were the cream of the crop, the guys good looking enough to have the confidence to think, if only in their wildest dreams, that they might someday have a relationship -- or even a conversation -- with an older woman like Sara. Not surprisingly several of her ex-students called Sara from time to time. Sara usually doesn't return their calls but then one night she decided what the hell, and called up Ted, who was one of her favorites. He's about 6'2" and is handsome enough to do a good bit of print modeling. He rowed in prep school and is in very good shape -- a very big, handsome guy who is also black. Sara called him one night after we'd had a little champagne and they agreed to meet for a drink in our neighborhood that night. As you can imagine, she was both nervous and very hot at the thought -- I helped her dress -- stockings, no panties, a black mini with cowboy boots and a lace top over a corset. She looked unbelievably hot. She wasn't sure she wanted to do anything with him -- or at least so she said -- but she knew that she had no interest in going back to his apartment. I offered to leave but we agreed that if she came back with him, she would ring the bell and I would stay in the bedroom -- her plan was to tell him that a girlfriend was staying over and was asleep in the bedroom and that they could play in the living room. You can imagine how hot I was waiting for her to return -- with or without him. I tried to work but it was hard to concentrate. Finally, about 2: am, the buzzer rang. I was almost trembling as I turned out the lights in the bedroom and all the lights in the living room except for a few soft ones. I moved into the bedroom just as they came in the front door. The bedroom is situated so that if the door is open just a crack, you can have a great view of the living room. As you can imagine, I was looking. They were laughing when they entered. Sara went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of champagne. Ted took a seat on the couch and Sara poured them both glasses. She remained standing, looking down at him. He started to make small talk -- the weather or whatever -- but she didn't say anything. She just kept looking down at him, sipping her champagne. The sexual tension was incredible. I knew she was rolling over in her mind if she do anything or not. "What do you want?" she finally whispered. He stared at her and I could see his hand shaking. "You," he said. Sara didn't say anything and I knew he was wondering if he had made a mistake. But she put down her glass and in one movement, pulled her dress over her head. I could hear his breath sucking in all the way in the bedroom. Sara stood there before him, an awesome sight: she was in her cowboy boots, stockings -- and nothing else. Her very large, firm breasts pointed above him. Her pussy with its bare lips was eye level with him. "Well, Ted," she said, "is this what you've been thinking about?" Before he could answer, she was on her knees and pulling his cock out. I had just a glimpse of it -- huge and throbbing -- before it disappeared in her mouth. She has this way of sucking a cock all the way down to the base -- classic deep throat. I don't think Ted had ever felt anything like it -- certainly not from a former teacher. Ted gasped and spilt champagne all over the couch. His hands fluttered out to the side. She worked his cock for several minutes and then she pulled off it and looked up at him, right in the eye. "Ted," she said, "you can do whatever you want to me. Whatever the fuck you've been thinking of." His eyes grew huge. She poured him another glass of champagne. He drank it down in one gulp. "All of me, Ted. Whatever you want." He moaned and then exploded, grabbing her and throwing her down on the couch. He ripped off his clothes and it was then you had a sense of what a really big fellow he was -- heavy muscles, large arms. (Sort of like me, actually. Sara likes that.) He lifted up her legs and poised above her. His cock was so hard it looked like it was going to explode. She reached up for it and then he thrust all at once, burying his cock in her cunt. They both screamed. He fucked her like a madman for about ten minutes. I could hear Sara whispering to him, telling him what a hot stud he was and how tonight he could have everything he had been wanting. She told him he could have her mouth, her cunt, her ass -- whatever he wanted. When Sara reached around his heaving ass and slipped one of her delicate fingers inside his ass, he moaned like crazy and screamed that he was coming. The muscles in his ass were pumping as he unloaded into her tight, pink cunt. He pumped and pumped, moaning and moaning. "That's it, baby," Sara cooed, "give me all that good cum. That's it..." He finally collapsed on top of her like he had been shot. Sara slipped out from under him, whispering that she was going to slip into the bathroom. He groaned and lay there, his face buried in the couch. Instead of the bathroom, Sara slipped into the bedroom where I was waiting, trembling. I didn't say a word. "Lie down, honey," she whispered, "I've only got a second." Of course I did what she said. I lay down on the floor and she knelt directly over my mouth. "Tongue," she said or instructed, to be precise. I stuck out my tongue and she lowered her cunt downward. It was incredible. She was dripping hot cum -- unbelievable amounts of hot cum. "Clean me, darling," she whispered. "Clean it all and I'll go and get some more for you." I licked and licked, sucking it all in. "Good, baby," she cooed and stood up and slipped out the door, leaving me there on the floor, my mouth wet with their juices. I crawled over the door just in time to see an incredible sight. Ted was still lying face down on the couch and Sara, after downing a quick glass of champagne, got behind him and pulled his ass apart. Then with a quick look at the bedroom door where she knew I would be waiting, lowered her mouth and began to lick his ass. Ted groaned like he had been stuck with a rod. The sight, combined with what I had just been through, had cum leaking from my cock -- I thought I might cum without evening touching it, something that has never happened to me. Sara pulled Ted up on his knees, so she could work his cock and tongue his ass at the same time. He looked up and I could see the look of sheer amazement and lust on his face. Sara reached around and had him suck one of her fingers then she took that finger and slipped it into his ass along with her tongue. His cock sprang to full hardness. Sara moved around from behind him to stand in front of him at the end of the couch, her ass facing him. "Wet it, Teddy. Wet it for a special treat." He hesitated and I imagine he had never licked a girl's ass before. But soon his tongue was deep in her ass, or so it looked from the expression that came over her face. She rotated her ass slowly, rubbing her clit with one hand. In a moment she was shuddering in orgasm, her first. She pulled away and told Ted to stand up. He did, wiping at his mouth, as if he were embarrassed. Sara lay down on the couch and lifted her legs high. "Kneel," she told him and he did. His height put his cock almost level with her ass. "Slide it in, sweetie, nice and slow. But get it in." He did what he was told, while she rubbed her clit furiously. She came twice before he had worked his massive dick all the way into her cunt. He kept looking down at her, not believing, I'm sure, the sight before him -- his favorite teacher, object of his lust for years, shaking in orgasm as she fingered her clit and his cock disappeared into her pussy. Once he had it all the way in, he started fucking her slowly at first but then she looked up at him and whispered, "It's okay, Teddy. You can let go." And he did. Soon he was ramming into her like some kind of machine. She was shaking and crying -- literally crying. This freaked him out a little but she told him to keep going. In his frenzy, he picked her up and carried her around the living room, bouncing her on his cock. Sara screamed. He finally put her down in front of the window. Standing behind her with a view out the window, he fucked her steadily though not as hard and now he was letting go, no longer just the student but a big guy fucking a woman who had wanted to fuck him for a long time. He took charge, telling her to move her ass, to tell him what a slut she was, to tell him how much she loved his cock. She did it all, of course, and meant every word. He made her promise that she would fuck him again, that she would fuck anybody he wanted her to. She promised. Finally he brought her over to the couch and pulled his cock out and made her sit on the couch. She could hardly stand, her legs were trembling so much, and she collapsed down on the couch. "Open your mouth," he told her and she did. He was standing over, stroking his cock. In a moment he had come, shooting the cum right in her open mouth, a few drops hitting her beautiful face. He moaned and came some more, then fell back into one of the chairs near the couch. He closed his eyes and shuddered. With shaky legs, Sara got up from the couch and slipped once more into the bedroom. Without saying a word she motioned for me to lie down. I did. By now I was naked, having stripped off my clothes while Ted was carrying her around the living room. She kneeled over me and then I found out why she hadn't said a word -- her mouth was still full of cum. She dribbled some on my near bursting cock and using it as a lubricant, began to jack me off. I raised up, staring at her, our eyes burning into each other. She pulled me close and slipped her tongue into my mouth -- I could taste the last of his cum and then she squeezed my cock and I came, shooting upward, my cum mixing with Ted's. She smiled and then did a very naughty thing -- she squeezed my balls in a quick burst, forcing out even more cum in a quick burst of pain and pleasure. She left me there and went back into the living room. I fell asleep on the floor and woke up around 7am. Light was streaming in the windows and when I looked in the living room, Ted was dressed and standing over Sara, who was still nude and asleep on the couch. He started to leave but came back, took out his cock, and played with it until it was hard. Then he knelt behind her and slipped it inside her cunt. He fucked her in very hard, quick thrust. She had been asleep but her hand went to her clit almost automatically. He came in about two minutes, shooting inside her. She got up and, without saying anything, let him out. She walked into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. I was still on the floor but I pulled myself up and slid my hard cock into her pussy, working it around in his cum. She looked totally fucked out. I soon came in her cunt, adding my own cum to hers and Ted's. We fell asleep together and slept most of the day. So there you have it -- Sara had finally broken the ice and fucked a black guy and one of her ex-students.