Ronald’s favorite ice cream was vanilla and mine was chocolate. Today he had volunteered to go buy them for us. I lazily watched him wander into the distance, the sun on his pale white nude body. Then my eyes started to take in the rest of the beach. It was our first time on a nudist beach. It had been Ronald’s idea. I had been hesitant at first, and now being here without him, I was more hesitant still. I had rolled over and was lying on my stomach to not ****** my private parts more than necessary.
Then I saw him. A tall, muscular and very dark-skinned black man, maybe just a few years older than I was, so maybe in his mid 20ies. He was slowly walking along the beach, coming from the way that Ronald had gone. A thick gold chain around his neck was the only item that adorned his rippled body and it glittered in the sun, making the rest of his body seem even darker. He wasn’t wearing sandals, but the scorching sand didn’t seem to hurt his feet. But more than anything my eyes were drawn to his huge cock. It didn’t dangle as much as sway slowly and purposefully with every step of his muscular legs. Instinctively I raised myself on my elbows and I knew he could see my breasts. A flash of heat went through my body as I saw his cock begin to swell as he turned his path towards me. At every step his almighty organ grew bigger and went from a dangle to pointing forward and then upward.
Another flash of heat went through my body and I was sure he could see it, feel it even. As he came closer, I felt an urge to reach out and touch that cockwith its swollen veins throbbing beneath the skin. It’s broad head and somewhat curved shaft reminded me of a battering ram. But he brushed my delicate fingers aside. His mighty and coarse-skinned hand came down on my back and held me down. He brushed my legs with his knees to open them and without a word being spoken he lowered himself onto me from behind and started pressing that huge cock against my pussy.
I knew it was all wrong, that I shouldn’t be letting him do this, but my heart raced with the anticipation of his entry. My vagina was still dry, and I felt pain as his huge organ slowly pushed its way against my flesh until my skin parted to accept his tip. He was not yet really inside me, but never had I felt my vagina opened so far. Agony ripped through my bodyas his strength mercilessly pushed aside my soft flesh, gaining space, pushing deeper. It was painful but it was a good pain. Pain and pleasure at the same time. He was so much bigger than Ronald and I had never been stretched so far. The excitement was intense and my heart was beating so fast I thought I would faint. I felt my pussy beginning to get wet at the sheer excitement, easing his entry.
Truth be told, I had never been penetrated without a condom before. Ronald had always used a condom, using it religiously in his pathetic white boy responsibility. He had always taken care to put it on himself, and to remove it when we had finished, and to tie a knot in it and ceremoniously throw it in the garbage with an air of accomplishment and superiority, looking down at it lying there on top of the torn wrapper he had thrown there previously. I wanted for a moment to ask the black man to do likewise. But then I’m sure he didn’t have a condom and it seemed to me to be such a wrong thing to ask.One of those pointless stupid unmanly things only Ronald would think of.
His cock went deeper into me that Ronald’s had ever done, and his strokes were stronger. Ronald always took great care to ensure that I came to my orgasmbefore he came to his. But the sad fact was that he never did make me orgasm. I always faked it. If it wasn’t for my pocket vibrator I wouldn’t have even ever known what an orgasm was about. But this man was different. He was not even trying to give me an orgasm. He was just fucking me. Not for love and not for pleasure but just because he was a real man. Myorgasm was approaching of its own accord, and he was only just beginning. I suppressed my desire to scream, remembering I was on a beach.
And then it came.
My vibrator would typically make some muscles in my lower body twitch but here for the first time I felt my entire body quake. Every muscle in me wanted to vibrate at once. Every shred of my flesh was a temple of intense pleasure. But rather than acknowledge what he was doing to me, he just pressed me down a little harder onto my towel and continued to pump, as if it was the most normal thing on earth. Another orgasm followed and another.
Even if he didn’t show it, the orgasms and the extreme tightness of my pussy must have excited him too. He didn’t last very long and soon he was beginning to groan. Then, suddenly it happened. If a benign bomb could explode in my body this was what it was. He stopped pumping for a moment and just held his cock deep inside me. Through the stretched flesh that surrounded his huge phallus, I felt a mighty ripple move along his cock from base to tip. It was slow but strong. As the ripple hit the tip of his penis, deep inside me, a tsunami of his warm seed erupted inside me, accompanied by a deep low grunt from his manly lungs. It was followed by another and then another.
He slowly pulled his cock out. As he pulled it back,its place was taken by a thick trail of sperm, still pouring from the cock and not showing any signs of abating.
I would have loved to roll over and kiss him for what he had done to me. But he simply stood up without a word and walked away. His cock was still erect but slowly falling back to its flaccid state. A trail of sperm still glistened as it hung from its tip. A few droplets hit the sand. He did not look back to me once. His eyes were already scanning the beach for the next girl he could pleasure.
I don’t know how long I remained in my daze but I was awaked from it by an unsuspecting Ronald as he handed me my chocolate ice cream. I pressed my legs together hoping he wouldn’t see the trickle of sperm that was leaking from my pussy and already forming a wet patch on my towel. A sideways glance at the other people on the beach suggested they had noticed nothing.
Later that day I volunteered to do the shopping alone. The real reason was that I needed to go to the pharmacy to get a morning after pill. I knew I was fertile and was probably now pregnant. As I entered the pharmacy, I passed a stand with condoms, neatly arranged by color and make with cheesy names and childish colors and flavors. And they reminded me of Ronald, of his little penis with which he failed to pleasure me, and of his silly mistaken belief that he could give my body an orgasm, and finally of his sperm that he never wanted to put inside me. And the thought of all this made me sick. I turned around and left the pharmacy.
I never had sex with Ronald again We soon broke up and I became a single mother. I never saw that black man again, but often thought of him. Whenever I see a single white woman with a black child I secretly wonder if he might be the father.
I never had any further children. My son is now 18 years old and I take pleasure listening at his bedroom door as he pleasures one of his girlfriends. Young innocent white girls who remind me of my own younger self. And as I listen to their moaning, I imagine his black cock in her pink pussy, and imagine that I am her. And as the two of them spend hours together in bliss, I masturbate outside the door and relive that day on the beach. The maybe two minutes that changed my life.
Then I saw him. A tall, muscular and very dark-skinned black man, maybe just a few years older than I was, so maybe in his mid 20ies. He was slowly walking along the beach, coming from the way that Ronald had gone. A thick gold chain around his neck was the only item that adorned his rippled body and it glittered in the sun, making the rest of his body seem even darker. He wasn’t wearing sandals, but the scorching sand didn’t seem to hurt his feet. But more than anything my eyes were drawn to his huge cock. It didn’t dangle as much as sway slowly and purposefully with every step of his muscular legs. Instinctively I raised myself on my elbows and I knew he could see my breasts. A flash of heat went through my body as I saw his cock begin to swell as he turned his path towards me. At every step his almighty organ grew bigger and went from a dangle to pointing forward and then upward.
Another flash of heat went through my body and I was sure he could see it, feel it even. As he came closer, I felt an urge to reach out and touch that cockwith its swollen veins throbbing beneath the skin. It’s broad head and somewhat curved shaft reminded me of a battering ram. But he brushed my delicate fingers aside. His mighty and coarse-skinned hand came down on my back and held me down. He brushed my legs with his knees to open them and without a word being spoken he lowered himself onto me from behind and started pressing that huge cock against my pussy.
I knew it was all wrong, that I shouldn’t be letting him do this, but my heart raced with the anticipation of his entry. My vagina was still dry, and I felt pain as his huge organ slowly pushed its way against my flesh until my skin parted to accept his tip. He was not yet really inside me, but never had I felt my vagina opened so far. Agony ripped through my bodyas his strength mercilessly pushed aside my soft flesh, gaining space, pushing deeper. It was painful but it was a good pain. Pain and pleasure at the same time. He was so much bigger than Ronald and I had never been stretched so far. The excitement was intense and my heart was beating so fast I thought I would faint. I felt my pussy beginning to get wet at the sheer excitement, easing his entry.
Truth be told, I had never been penetrated without a condom before. Ronald had always used a condom, using it religiously in his pathetic white boy responsibility. He had always taken care to put it on himself, and to remove it when we had finished, and to tie a knot in it and ceremoniously throw it in the garbage with an air of accomplishment and superiority, looking down at it lying there on top of the torn wrapper he had thrown there previously. I wanted for a moment to ask the black man to do likewise. But then I’m sure he didn’t have a condom and it seemed to me to be such a wrong thing to ask.One of those pointless stupid unmanly things only Ronald would think of.
His cock went deeper into me that Ronald’s had ever done, and his strokes were stronger. Ronald always took great care to ensure that I came to my orgasmbefore he came to his. But the sad fact was that he never did make me orgasm. I always faked it. If it wasn’t for my pocket vibrator I wouldn’t have even ever known what an orgasm was about. But this man was different. He was not even trying to give me an orgasm. He was just fucking me. Not for love and not for pleasure but just because he was a real man. Myorgasm was approaching of its own accord, and he was only just beginning. I suppressed my desire to scream, remembering I was on a beach.
And then it came.
My vibrator would typically make some muscles in my lower body twitch but here for the first time I felt my entire body quake. Every muscle in me wanted to vibrate at once. Every shred of my flesh was a temple of intense pleasure. But rather than acknowledge what he was doing to me, he just pressed me down a little harder onto my towel and continued to pump, as if it was the most normal thing on earth. Another orgasm followed and another.
Even if he didn’t show it, the orgasms and the extreme tightness of my pussy must have excited him too. He didn’t last very long and soon he was beginning to groan. Then, suddenly it happened. If a benign bomb could explode in my body this was what it was. He stopped pumping for a moment and just held his cock deep inside me. Through the stretched flesh that surrounded his huge phallus, I felt a mighty ripple move along his cock from base to tip. It was slow but strong. As the ripple hit the tip of his penis, deep inside me, a tsunami of his warm seed erupted inside me, accompanied by a deep low grunt from his manly lungs. It was followed by another and then another.
He slowly pulled his cock out. As he pulled it back,its place was taken by a thick trail of sperm, still pouring from the cock and not showing any signs of abating.
I would have loved to roll over and kiss him for what he had done to me. But he simply stood up without a word and walked away. His cock was still erect but slowly falling back to its flaccid state. A trail of sperm still glistened as it hung from its tip. A few droplets hit the sand. He did not look back to me once. His eyes were already scanning the beach for the next girl he could pleasure.
I don’t know how long I remained in my daze but I was awaked from it by an unsuspecting Ronald as he handed me my chocolate ice cream. I pressed my legs together hoping he wouldn’t see the trickle of sperm that was leaking from my pussy and already forming a wet patch on my towel. A sideways glance at the other people on the beach suggested they had noticed nothing.
Later that day I volunteered to do the shopping alone. The real reason was that I needed to go to the pharmacy to get a morning after pill. I knew I was fertile and was probably now pregnant. As I entered the pharmacy, I passed a stand with condoms, neatly arranged by color and make with cheesy names and childish colors and flavors. And they reminded me of Ronald, of his little penis with which he failed to pleasure me, and of his silly mistaken belief that he could give my body an orgasm, and finally of his sperm that he never wanted to put inside me. And the thought of all this made me sick. I turned around and left the pharmacy.
I never had sex with Ronald again We soon broke up and I became a single mother. I never saw that black man again, but often thought of him. Whenever I see a single white woman with a black child I secretly wonder if he might be the father.
I never had any further children. My son is now 18 years old and I take pleasure listening at his bedroom door as he pleasures one of his girlfriends. Young innocent white girls who remind me of my own younger self. And as I listen to their moaning, I imagine his black cock in her pink pussy, and imagine that I am her. And as the two of them spend hours together in bliss, I masturbate outside the door and relive that day on the beach. The maybe two minutes that changed my life.
