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There's a mystery the night brings. Particularly so on a Saturday night when you have plans to go out. The mystery waits for you near the end of the night. It's a battle between reservations and going with the flow, making you evaluate just how far you're willing to go, ultimately telling you just who you are.
Jess and I had been dating for a few years now. She was fond of her hair, which was dyed into a rainbow of sexy neon colors. On any given day, her outfit seemed like it was meticulously chosen so that all the elements fit together perfectly - but really, she just randomly picked the pieces from her illustrious wardrobe. I loved this about her.
We were both excited to go to a club - neither of were part of the club crowd or anything like that, there was just a DJ that night that we both knew and wanted to see. We stood in line behind this inconspicuous kid who tried to sell us mdma, neither of us having done it before both looked at each other and snickered. Hesitant at first, Jess, in fashion, decided 'what the hell' and went for it - $20 a pop and we both swallowed our first pills before the club. I went along with it, slightly scared of what it would do to me, I couldn't back down, it would make me look boring.
Thirty minutes later.
We're in the club, listening to music, and the room gets... brighter. I begin to feel the beats throughout my body, my body wants to move and every sensation on my skin is amplified. We wander to the dance floor and begin rubbing our hands all over each other, wading through the crowd as if only we existed. She looks into my eyes and her eyes are massive, she looks longingly, and then whispers in my ear, "I'm so horny right now."
Soon after, I could smell her, despite being in a crowd of people. She began dancing more carelessly, running her hands all down my body, unashamedly cupping at my crotch, teasing a growing erection.
We danced for half an hour or so. By this time the crowd grew so much that we were all rubbing up on each other - which neither of us minded in the slightest bit at this point. I was rolling in this giant mess of flesh, and she was beautiful. She took her top off, revealing a leopard skin bra underneath, her tight stomach and sweat glistened on her round breasts. This got her a lot of attention.
We had pushed our way towards a darker corner of the club, her hands running along the bodies of every guy or girl she walked past. Before long, everybody in our vicinity was rubbing and feeling each other, I wondered if we had just integrated with the ecstasy-group or something, it seemed as if everybody was rolling.
We danced some more and then she turned to me and said "okay, time to go." I knew what this meant and needed no convincing, so I grabbed her by the hand and led her out through the crowd.
Ahh! Fresh, cold air hit my face as I stepped out to the streetlit sidewalk. I turned to Jess following me and was hit with a surprise: while she was holding my hand, her other hand was leading another man behind her. This man was well fit, he had a v-neck t-shirt, about my height, bald, and black, and most probably drunk.
Well, shit. What did I get myself into?
She looked at me and grinned a devilish grin, then ran up to a cab before another couple could grab it, leading her almost stumbling new friend.
I stood there perplexed, glanced over at the couple waiting for the next cab, they looked at me with wide eyes, I responded to them with a blank stare, my mind thinking "His cock is probably enormous." There was a confusing erection quickly rumbling in my pants, which confused me even more, I glanced at the couple once more and hopped in the front of the cab. Her address came to mind, "4th and Clay." The driver just shook his head and began driving, and he never said a word the entire ride.
I sat there looking straight for a moment, the backseat was a mystery to me. I wondered what would be said when I finally turned around and asked her what was going on - but I avoided that because I was also in the car with two other strangers.
The cab started cruising forward, approached a red stop light, and then stopped. I took this as cue to turn and confront Jess and her new friend. I swiveled my head around, looking to where I expected Jess' head to be, but of course, it was not. She had knees on the seat and was leaned over him. I turned my head back forward and everything started spinning.
Jess gave amazing blowjobs. She was proud of her blowjobs, bobbing her head enthusiastically, slobbering a mess all over you, teasing you just the right amount, this girl could suck a dick. And her new friend was learning just that.
I turned back towards the two of them, but I could only see her body, if I stretched I could see her tits bobbing up and down a bit. I did double-takes like this a few times, not exactly knowing how I should be reacting in a situation like this. Should I be angry? Part of me wanted to be, but I was on ecstasy and I couldn't be bothered by jealousy issues. But deep down, I was jealous. Why the black guy? What if he had a huge cock? What if he's a giant douchebag? I reasoned to myself, sure, not every black guy has an enormous cock, but maybe she wanted to test that theory? The black cocks I've seen in porn crept into my mind, crept into an image of her mouth slobbering all over this beast.
Why am I so fucking horny right now?
We were already halfway home. The front of the cab contained an awkward silence, a silence that made it so much easier to hear the sounds of cocksucking. She was enjoying this. I was still high, I remember being amazed at how soft the seats of the cab were. The cab driver probably could have turned on the radio, but he didn't. He just stared forward, occasionally glancing into his mirrors.
I had to see. I unbuckled my seat belt and moved my whole body around.
Her head was indeed in his lap, he had his hand riding the top of the teal colored part of her hair. His mouth was agape, he looked down and right at me.
He was enjoying this too.
I could barely see his crotch in the shadows, I glanced into the shadow beneath Jess's head, but saw only the base and his balls. And just as quickly as I had turned around, I turned right back. I peered over to the driver, and he looked directly back into my eyes for a split second, then returned back to the road, a thousand miles ahead.
Does having large balls mean you have an enormous dick?
This was the first thing I thought. A minute later, we were home. I handed the driver a 20, didn't even ask for change, and neither did he offer. She came flowing out of the car right after him, arm around his shoulder as she reached for me, pulling me to her other shoulder.
"I've been sucking his giant dick," she smiled as she looked right at me.
I smirked, then it felt to me like I went white as a ghost. Her new friend just didn't even acknowledge me. We got to the door, and she handed me her keys. I unlocked the door. I opened the door. And we walked in.
His name was David. He held a placated, almost child-like grin.
Jess shatters the silence in a seductive tone, "I can't wait for you to fuck the shit out of me with that fucking thing."
What I thought would happen: he pulls his dick out and flops it around all up in her face.
What actually happened: David responded with a sexy-as-fuck tone: "Calm down."
Whoa. Jess's dumb grin fades, she looks right into his eyes, and goes in for the kiss.
I recognize that she's falling for him. He embraces her, he shows no feebleness. He takes his arm around her like he deserves her. She pivots her body towards him, lifts her thigh up to wrap her leg around his. He engages her for minutes. Then they waltz back to her studio apartment bed, kissing, feeling, grabbing the whole way. She pulls his coat off, followed by shirt, and falls back on her butt, smiling while looking up at him, unbuttons his already half un-buttoned pants.
She tells me, "come over here."
They drop to the floor. He's wearing dark blue boxers. They're loose, and dangly. His legs are powerful. His waist looks like a powerhouse. Her hands are on the straps of his boxers. She eases. Then wiggles. Turns him towards me, as if to show me. Then slowly pulls. The boxers are coming down. I was just staring.
The base of his cock showed. He was a bit flaccid, but she pulled it out slowly. It revealed. He was thick. His boxers rolled down the edge of his cock. With each passing second, it just got meatier looking. She kept looking right back at me, grinning and chuckling. It was massive, she got to the head of the cock. I'm estimating 9 inches. She pushes down on the boxers and then flicks it out so that it flops.
The boxers fall to the floor. She opens her mouth without touching him, twists down to put her mouth under him, and guides him right in her mouth up the shape of his engorged flaccid dick. She guides him deep in her mouth, starts swallowing his dick to the base almost.
I'm stunned. How the fuck did she learn how to do that? She bobs her head in and out a few times and just guides is softly out of her mouth. His cock kinda just bends as it falls out of her mouth, and then plops there like a pendulum. She's definitely getting his blood flowing. She takes off all her clothes, then sits back down. She picks his dick up and hugs it with her cheek. Then she strokes his dick, twisting with the lube of her slobber, twisting in this fluid way she knew how to move, it always drove me wild. She brings him to attention promptly.
There he is, standing in front of me, a massive pole and she's under him, looking up, one hand sternly held upon it. She turns to me and says, "you're gonna wanna get up close for this."
She hops on the bed with her legs spread wide open. She falls back so that he has to lay on top of her. And he does.
He moves his massive dick down so that it's rubbing nicely on her, and then kisses her all over, squeezes her tits, moves from place to place and just... sexes her. He asks me if I had any music. I'm rolling, still. So the first place I go is Gold Panda.
The music starts (and the reader is cued to play 'You' now) and he enters her. He fucks her to the beat. He makes variations in movements based on variations in the music. He was just putting half of his dick in her, he didn't really attempt to put more. He didn't have much trouble getting there, either. Jess accepted it like she was made for it. He fucked her for the longest time. He slid it right in, smooth as silk. Through the album, just gave it to her, and she laid there entranced. Then it came to a song, where the beat just kept getting faster. She was in heaven. She laid gasping, wriggling, grasping, arching. He just fucked her to rhythm, perfectly. She was cumming. I had never seen her like that. Perhaps it wasn't cumming. She was just being fucked to bliss. And I was barely able to achieve that. That was my goal, which was now shattered across the ground.
You can say what you want about awesome sex, I experienced it for the first time right there. He was literally fucking her into a trance.
They fucked again an hour later. Pretty much off and on all night. In the early morning he was taking on a more dominant role. He had been able to get his dick deeper and deeper into her through the night. She was, very accommodating. He was giving me eye contact by this point. He would thrust hard, and look right at me smiling. It was less a music video, more a porn flick by that point.
He started picking her up in various ways. Swivels her with his hips. His whole body functions as a fucking machine. He contains her. He starts pinning her down. Grabbing her by her hair, and thrusting his dick deeper in her, enough to hurt her in just the slightest bit. It was a pain she loved. She grabbed him by the legs and pulled him in further, and further, screaming and yelping, until he was fucking her as deeply as he could. She responded to each thrust with a counter-thrust. Her thighs were thick and tight, bouncing against him, her legs up, running over his shoulder. Her mouth open, her expressions exposed. Her curves make me crazy.
Then he fucks her like he was earlier, with the music. She cums very quickly. He pulls his dick out and cums himself for the first time... just blasts it all over her. She wants it just like she does with me - all over the body, not the face. His load is enormous. She's all smiles, panting, sweaty, wet, looking at me and we share a laugh.
Around noon, we took him to our favorite brunch spot.
Part of me wishes he was just a dumb stereotypical drunk black guy with a huge dick. But he's not. He's just a modern person just like me, we probably could have been friends. But shit, he knows how to fuck. This is an art to him, he's probably fucked so many people's girlfriends and wives that he became a pro at it. I wonder what he did as a profession.
He defines himself to us by his sexual power over Jess. She can't look at me the same again, in the bedroom. Shit, I can't be the same person in the bedroom either. I suddenly feel completely... inexperienced. How could I compete with this man, this genetically gifted man, who just commands her physical body and mind like that? I do think my sexual performance has improved because of it, though.
We don't keep in touch with David. This was a one-time thing, it happened three months ago. There was a lot of talk about doing it again the first few weeks after, it kind of fizzled out and we went back to normal. Which is good, imo.. I needed some time to let it settle in. The sex has been amazing. It was rejuvenated, really.
Part of me wonders if she does think about it, though. Hell, even a part of me wonders if she's been secretly seeing David.
Jess and I had been dating for a few years now. She was fond of her hair, which was dyed into a rainbow of sexy neon colors. On any given day, her outfit seemed like it was meticulously chosen so that all the elements fit together perfectly - but really, she just randomly picked the pieces from her illustrious wardrobe. I loved this about her.
We were both excited to go to a club - neither of were part of the club crowd or anything like that, there was just a DJ that night that we both knew and wanted to see. We stood in line behind this inconspicuous kid who tried to sell us mdma, neither of us having done it before both looked at each other and snickered. Hesitant at first, Jess, in fashion, decided 'what the hell' and went for it - $20 a pop and we both swallowed our first pills before the club. I went along with it, slightly scared of what it would do to me, I couldn't back down, it would make me look boring.
Thirty minutes later.
We're in the club, listening to music, and the room gets... brighter. I begin to feel the beats throughout my body, my body wants to move and every sensation on my skin is amplified. We wander to the dance floor and begin rubbing our hands all over each other, wading through the crowd as if only we existed. She looks into my eyes and her eyes are massive, she looks longingly, and then whispers in my ear, "I'm so horny right now."
Soon after, I could smell her, despite being in a crowd of people. She began dancing more carelessly, running her hands all down my body, unashamedly cupping at my crotch, teasing a growing erection.
We danced for half an hour or so. By this time the crowd grew so much that we were all rubbing up on each other - which neither of us minded in the slightest bit at this point. I was rolling in this giant mess of flesh, and she was beautiful. She took her top off, revealing a leopard skin bra underneath, her tight stomach and sweat glistened on her round breasts. This got her a lot of attention.
We had pushed our way towards a darker corner of the club, her hands running along the bodies of every guy or girl she walked past. Before long, everybody in our vicinity was rubbing and feeling each other, I wondered if we had just integrated with the ecstasy-group or something, it seemed as if everybody was rolling.
We danced some more and then she turned to me and said "okay, time to go." I knew what this meant and needed no convincing, so I grabbed her by the hand and led her out through the crowd.
Ahh! Fresh, cold air hit my face as I stepped out to the streetlit sidewalk. I turned to Jess following me and was hit with a surprise: while she was holding my hand, her other hand was leading another man behind her. This man was well fit, he had a v-neck t-shirt, about my height, bald, and black, and most probably drunk.
Well, shit. What did I get myself into?
She looked at me and grinned a devilish grin, then ran up to a cab before another couple could grab it, leading her almost stumbling new friend.
I stood there perplexed, glanced over at the couple waiting for the next cab, they looked at me with wide eyes, I responded to them with a blank stare, my mind thinking "His cock is probably enormous." There was a confusing erection quickly rumbling in my pants, which confused me even more, I glanced at the couple once more and hopped in the front of the cab. Her address came to mind, "4th and Clay." The driver just shook his head and began driving, and he never said a word the entire ride.
I sat there looking straight for a moment, the backseat was a mystery to me. I wondered what would be said when I finally turned around and asked her what was going on - but I avoided that because I was also in the car with two other strangers.
The cab started cruising forward, approached a red stop light, and then stopped. I took this as cue to turn and confront Jess and her new friend. I swiveled my head around, looking to where I expected Jess' head to be, but of course, it was not. She had knees on the seat and was leaned over him. I turned my head back forward and everything started spinning.
Jess gave amazing blowjobs. She was proud of her blowjobs, bobbing her head enthusiastically, slobbering a mess all over you, teasing you just the right amount, this girl could suck a dick. And her new friend was learning just that.
I turned back towards the two of them, but I could only see her body, if I stretched I could see her tits bobbing up and down a bit. I did double-takes like this a few times, not exactly knowing how I should be reacting in a situation like this. Should I be angry? Part of me wanted to be, but I was on ecstasy and I couldn't be bothered by jealousy issues. But deep down, I was jealous. Why the black guy? What if he had a huge cock? What if he's a giant douchebag? I reasoned to myself, sure, not every black guy has an enormous cock, but maybe she wanted to test that theory? The black cocks I've seen in porn crept into my mind, crept into an image of her mouth slobbering all over this beast.
Why am I so fucking horny right now?
We were already halfway home. The front of the cab contained an awkward silence, a silence that made it so much easier to hear the sounds of cocksucking. She was enjoying this. I was still high, I remember being amazed at how soft the seats of the cab were. The cab driver probably could have turned on the radio, but he didn't. He just stared forward, occasionally glancing into his mirrors.
I had to see. I unbuckled my seat belt and moved my whole body around.
Her head was indeed in his lap, he had his hand riding the top of the teal colored part of her hair. His mouth was agape, he looked down and right at me.
He was enjoying this too.
I could barely see his crotch in the shadows, I glanced into the shadow beneath Jess's head, but saw only the base and his balls. And just as quickly as I had turned around, I turned right back. I peered over to the driver, and he looked directly back into my eyes for a split second, then returned back to the road, a thousand miles ahead.
Does having large balls mean you have an enormous dick?
This was the first thing I thought. A minute later, we were home. I handed the driver a 20, didn't even ask for change, and neither did he offer. She came flowing out of the car right after him, arm around his shoulder as she reached for me, pulling me to her other shoulder.
"I've been sucking his giant dick," she smiled as she looked right at me.
I smirked, then it felt to me like I went white as a ghost. Her new friend just didn't even acknowledge me. We got to the door, and she handed me her keys. I unlocked the door. I opened the door. And we walked in.
His name was David. He held a placated, almost child-like grin.
Jess shatters the silence in a seductive tone, "I can't wait for you to fuck the shit out of me with that fucking thing."
What I thought would happen: he pulls his dick out and flops it around all up in her face.
What actually happened: David responded with a sexy-as-fuck tone: "Calm down."
Whoa. Jess's dumb grin fades, she looks right into his eyes, and goes in for the kiss.
I recognize that she's falling for him. He embraces her, he shows no feebleness. He takes his arm around her like he deserves her. She pivots her body towards him, lifts her thigh up to wrap her leg around his. He engages her for minutes. Then they waltz back to her studio apartment bed, kissing, feeling, grabbing the whole way. She pulls his coat off, followed by shirt, and falls back on her butt, smiling while looking up at him, unbuttons his already half un-buttoned pants.
She tells me, "come over here."
They drop to the floor. He's wearing dark blue boxers. They're loose, and dangly. His legs are powerful. His waist looks like a powerhouse. Her hands are on the straps of his boxers. She eases. Then wiggles. Turns him towards me, as if to show me. Then slowly pulls. The boxers are coming down. I was just staring.
The base of his cock showed. He was a bit flaccid, but she pulled it out slowly. It revealed. He was thick. His boxers rolled down the edge of his cock. With each passing second, it just got meatier looking. She kept looking right back at me, grinning and chuckling. It was massive, she got to the head of the cock. I'm estimating 9 inches. She pushes down on the boxers and then flicks it out so that it flops.
The boxers fall to the floor. She opens her mouth without touching him, twists down to put her mouth under him, and guides him right in her mouth up the shape of his engorged flaccid dick. She guides him deep in her mouth, starts swallowing his dick to the base almost.
I'm stunned. How the fuck did she learn how to do that? She bobs her head in and out a few times and just guides is softly out of her mouth. His cock kinda just bends as it falls out of her mouth, and then plops there like a pendulum. She's definitely getting his blood flowing. She takes off all her clothes, then sits back down. She picks his dick up and hugs it with her cheek. Then she strokes his dick, twisting with the lube of her slobber, twisting in this fluid way she knew how to move, it always drove me wild. She brings him to attention promptly.
There he is, standing in front of me, a massive pole and she's under him, looking up, one hand sternly held upon it. She turns to me and says, "you're gonna wanna get up close for this."
She hops on the bed with her legs spread wide open. She falls back so that he has to lay on top of her. And he does.
He moves his massive dick down so that it's rubbing nicely on her, and then kisses her all over, squeezes her tits, moves from place to place and just... sexes her. He asks me if I had any music. I'm rolling, still. So the first place I go is Gold Panda.
The music starts (and the reader is cued to play 'You' now) and he enters her. He fucks her to the beat. He makes variations in movements based on variations in the music. He was just putting half of his dick in her, he didn't really attempt to put more. He didn't have much trouble getting there, either. Jess accepted it like she was made for it. He fucked her for the longest time. He slid it right in, smooth as silk. Through the album, just gave it to her, and she laid there entranced. Then it came to a song, where the beat just kept getting faster. She was in heaven. She laid gasping, wriggling, grasping, arching. He just fucked her to rhythm, perfectly. She was cumming. I had never seen her like that. Perhaps it wasn't cumming. She was just being fucked to bliss. And I was barely able to achieve that. That was my goal, which was now shattered across the ground.
You can say what you want about awesome sex, I experienced it for the first time right there. He was literally fucking her into a trance.
They fucked again an hour later. Pretty much off and on all night. In the early morning he was taking on a more dominant role. He had been able to get his dick deeper and deeper into her through the night. She was, very accommodating. He was giving me eye contact by this point. He would thrust hard, and look right at me smiling. It was less a music video, more a porn flick by that point.
He started picking her up in various ways. Swivels her with his hips. His whole body functions as a fucking machine. He contains her. He starts pinning her down. Grabbing her by her hair, and thrusting his dick deeper in her, enough to hurt her in just the slightest bit. It was a pain she loved. She grabbed him by the legs and pulled him in further, and further, screaming and yelping, until he was fucking her as deeply as he could. She responded to each thrust with a counter-thrust. Her thighs were thick and tight, bouncing against him, her legs up, running over his shoulder. Her mouth open, her expressions exposed. Her curves make me crazy.
Then he fucks her like he was earlier, with the music. She cums very quickly. He pulls his dick out and cums himself for the first time... just blasts it all over her. She wants it just like she does with me - all over the body, not the face. His load is enormous. She's all smiles, panting, sweaty, wet, looking at me and we share a laugh.
Around noon, we took him to our favorite brunch spot.
Part of me wishes he was just a dumb stereotypical drunk black guy with a huge dick. But he's not. He's just a modern person just like me, we probably could have been friends. But shit, he knows how to fuck. This is an art to him, he's probably fucked so many people's girlfriends and wives that he became a pro at it. I wonder what he did as a profession.
He defines himself to us by his sexual power over Jess. She can't look at me the same again, in the bedroom. Shit, I can't be the same person in the bedroom either. I suddenly feel completely... inexperienced. How could I compete with this man, this genetically gifted man, who just commands her physical body and mind like that? I do think my sexual performance has improved because of it, though.
We don't keep in touch with David. This was a one-time thing, it happened three months ago. There was a lot of talk about doing it again the first few weeks after, it kind of fizzled out and we went back to normal. Which is good, imo.. I needed some time to let it settle in. The sex has been amazing. It was rejuvenated, really.
Part of me wonders if she does think about it, though. Hell, even a part of me wonders if she's been secretly seeing David.
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