FIRST BLACK SEX

This story is going back to when I was a young wife and 
mother.

My husband, Harry and I had been married only a few 
months when he decided to enlist in the Air Force. I 
was 19 and he was 20 when we got married. I was seven 
months pregnant at the time he entered the Air Force so 
I stayed home until the baby came. After my 6-week 
checkup, I joined him along with our new born son. We 
had a 1-room efficiency apartment, which was all we 
could afford at the time. 

Harry’s Squadron Sergeant met all new comers and their 
wives (if married) so when I arrived we had an 
appointment to meet Sergeant Philip S. Singer. Sgt 
Singer was about 40 years of age, big muscular jet-
black man with sparkling eyes and a nice smile. He 
greeted the baby and me and welcomed me to the Air 
Force team. Of course at 19 years of age and not too 
well traveled, I was awe struck with all the attention.

 We sat around a coffee table and had coffee and donuts 
and chatted. I might have been somewhat naïve however I 
did not miss that look that every gal gets to know 
where men signal their likes of what they see. I could 
tell that he was sizing me up a little more than is 
normally done when meeting someone. 

In high school I know that it was not uncommon for the 
black guys to hit on the white gals and try to have sex 
with them. I was wondering if Sergeant Singer has any 
ideas along them lines. 

When it came time to depart, Sergeant Singer made a 
special effort to look me in the eyes and tell me what 
a pleasure it was to meet me and hoped that we would 
meet again soon.

It was not long until the Squadron picnic, which was a 
time for the members and their families to get together 
for social activities and eat and drink which included 
plenty of beer. Harry and I went. As the baby was too 
young for the activities, we decided to get a baby 
sitter for him.

My husband has a weakness, he loves beer and when it is 
free he thinks he has to drink it all up. Well this day 
was not an exception, as the afternoon wore on, Harry 
got drunk and soon passed out on a picnic table. 
Sergeant Singer got a couple of guys to get him into 
his car and took Harry and me to our apartment. After I 
sent the baby sitter home and Harry was safely in bed 
sleeping his drunk off, I had to feed Junior.

Sergeant Singer had sat down on the couch to watch a 
football game on TV. I needed to breast feed Junior and 
as I could not just ask the Sergeant to leave, I 
giggled and said, "Sergeant Singer, Hope you like white 
titties as I have to feed Junior."

"Well, don’t mind me and of course I appreciate nice 
young breast of all colors," as he chuckled in a deep 
throaty manner. "I have seen women breast feeding 
before, so just do what you have to do and by the way, 
I would like for you to call me Phil."

I always liked to breast feed Junior on the couch so I 
sat beside Phil, took one breast out and placed a 
nipple on junior’s lips and he started eagerly taking 
his dinner. 

At the time I knew very little about how things work 
but I know that nursing Junior always made me a little 
horny and this was not an exception. I could see that 
Phil was watching intently as Junior suckled my breast 
and I also noted that Phil had a huge bulge in the 
front of his pants. My head seem to spin as I looked 
over on the bed at my passed out husband and back to 
Phil’s obviously aroused cock. I was now feeling damn 
horny and didn’t know what to do or what to think.

I was asking myself questions like: What is Phil 
thinking? Why am I getting so damn horny? Does Phil 
want to have sex with me? What should I do if he starts 
hitting on me? I am 20 years of age and he is twice 
that. He is married and I am married. I wonder what a 
black man would feel like in my white pussy? Are they 
big, do they really want to fuck white wives like I 
have heard?

I was in my own little world when Phil spoke up and 
said, "I think Junior is finished. He is already 
asleep."

"Oh," I replied. "He has only finished one. The other 
is about to pop. Guess I had better pump it out so it 
won’t get stale." 

Phil sort of let out a sign and said, "I can help you 
out if you don’t mind. I can be your baby too," and 
laughed. "I can handle the other one," as he looked me 
in the eye, and reached over and placed a hand on my 
full breast, lowered his lips, took the nipple and 
started suckling. I was taken by surprise but it felt 
so good and I laid back and said, "Yes baby Phil. Mom 
has lots of milk for you."

I was glad I did not have to answer and give my 
approval. I was happy that he took charge and made the 
move. A man old enough to be my father was now suckling 
me and I was enjoying it. I ran my fingers through his 
black kinky hair, and whispering, "Your white Mommie 
has lots of milk for my sweet baby." 

I pulled him close as he continued suckling until my 
breast was empty. I was limp and I could tell that my 
juices were flowing in preparation for my black baby 
daddy to take me. He kissed all down my front and then 
back to my lips. We locked our lips together like two 
high school teens about to fuck for the first time. I 
knew now that there was no turning back. I could not 
say no even if I wanted to. I was now eager for Phil to 
give me a good black fucking. 

Phil moved down on his knees in front of me and pulled 
my jeans off followed by my panties. I opened my legs 
offering myself to him as he kissed around my thick 
black muff, and then licked my clit circling it and 
teasing it as I let out little screams of delight. Phil 
was now licking and slurping my juices like a hungry 
dog. 

I whispered to Phil, "This couch makes into a bed. 
Let’s get it opened." We opened the bed and I sat on 
the side as Phil stood in front of me and said, 
"Undress me baby"!

He had already taken his shirt off revealing his hairy 
muscular chest and nice arms. I pulled his jogging suit 
down and he stepped out. I then removed his jockey 
shorts and out came this huge black shinny cock, which 
was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I knew 
that it would soon be mine as I licked the clear liquid 
from the head and then took the end into my mouth. As I 
ran my fingers down the shaft feeling the veins, Phil 
moaned passionate moans as I sucked and licked. I could 
feel his large balls in a sagging velvet black sack. I 
ran my fingers in his tight curly black pubic hair. He 
was now gently pushing into my mouth as he held my head 
close. 

I did not have much experience in sex but I knew I 
wanted to be taken by this older black daddy and did 
not want to wait any longer so I laid back on the pull-
out bed and Phil followed moving above me as I opened 
my legs wide to receive my black daddy. Phil placed the 
head of his cock into my muff parting my slick wet lips 
and started the head into my love canal. Our lips 
locked as he pushed deep into my waiting vagina 
knocking on the door of my womb as if to announce that 
he was getting ready to plant my husband’s private 
garden with his black seed. 

I pulled Phil to me as he placed his hands beneath my 
buttocks, and he started thrusting. My legs went up and 
I thrust back. We were now sweating and as we squirmed 
and thrust at each other our sweat mixing into one. 
Faster and faster Phil pumped me with his big black 
cock. I was screaming with delight and Phil was 
grunting like an old bull fucking a young heifer. 

Bam! Bam! Bam! Phil’s long hard black cock slammed 
against my cervix announcing to my womb to get ready to 
take his black seed that were ready to blast out of his 
huge black balls.

Phil suddenly pulled me tight and started thrusting 
deep holding it then relaxing and thrusting deep again 
as he mumbled in my ear, "I’m breeding you baby. I am 
emptying my balls."

"Oh Daddy," I moaned. "Breed me! I’m all yours! 
Ohhhhhhhh yesssss! Oohhh daddddy you are soooo gooood. 
Giveeee me all you haaaaaavee! Now Daddy! Now Daddy!!!

I was now having an earthshaking orgasm as I held Phil 
tight taking all his black sperm into my womb. I shook 
all over then went limp, as I had climaxed like no 
other time in my life. Phil was now lying on top of me 
relaxing as we held each other.

After a few minutes, Phil rolled over and lay beside 
me. I looked down at his now soft limp black cock and 
knew that it was I who had made it that way. I felt 
between my legs and felt the thick gooey sperm slowly 
seeping out and knew that those black balls on my Black 
Daddy had been thoroughly drained just as he had 
drained my breast of its white milk. I reached over and 
felt of Phil’s soft cock and his empty balls. They felt 
so nice and soft. 

I looked over at my hubby on the bed sleeping off his 
drunk and I realized that I, his wife, had not only 
just fucked a black man, but it was his boss, while he 
was only a few feet away. 

I said to myself, "Well, if he had not gotten drunk and 
had been there to protect his wife, this would not have 
happened."

I was actually very pleased that he had drunk too much 
beer and that Phil had decided to take us home. I 
closed my eyes as I thought of how Phil had suckled me 
like a big black baby nursing on a white momma’s milk 
wondering if it would happen again. I was thinking of 
how good our lovemaking had been. Yes, I was sure I 
wanted to do it again soon with my black Daddy.

There is an old saying, "If the tomcat is away, his 
pussycat will play."

I guess that fits in this case. One never knows when 
something like this will develop. Even today I look 
back and marvel at how it all happened.

In case you are wondering, yes me and Phil got together 
several times during the next year, until Harry was 
transferred overseas and I went home to live with my 
older married sister, which is another story to be told 
sometime in the future. Thanks for reading.