My First Black Experience I'd like to relate an awesome sex experience I had a few months ago. I'm single, blond, 27-year-old woman, and I live in the suburbs of Washington, D.C.

I am also a certified public accountant, and I run a tax preparation service from my home.

Until recently, my neighborhood was all white, but in June a very handsome black man named Pete, also single, moved in across the street. We met one Saturday morning when we were both outside doing yard work. It turned out that he was a divorce lawyer with a bustling practice. When he learned I was a CPA, he told me he had some tough tax problems and asked if I could help him out.

Considering his great looks and professional status, I was happy to oblige.

Pete came over the next afternoon and for about four hours we worked on his taxes.

Toward evening we decided to continue with the tax work the next day.

Since I had no plans that night, I asked Pete if he'd like to stay for dinner. He replied that he'd love to, but he wanted to go home and change first.

As he was walking back to his house, I couldn't help but notice his firm soft place and powerful build.

He'd told me he had been a football player in college he sure walked like an All-American! I've been sexually active since high school, but I had never played a black man.

I had, however, fantasized about it for years. Sometimes when I masturbate with a dildo, I imagine that a big black stud is pleasuring my softness. That really turns me on. Every white woman has heard stories about their magnificent lengths and sexual power, and I decided that this night was my chance to enjoy the majesty of a black man's huge rod. As Pete was home changing, I went upstairs and showered. Then, I put on a bra and panties and a thin cotton dress. I even squirted a little perfume on my cunt. Pete came back with two bottles of champagne and a couple of joints of excellent California pot. He apparently had some romantic thoughts of his own. We sat down on the living room couch and smoked the reefer. I hadn't been stoned in a long time, and this stuff was great! The champagne gave it an extra kick. We were halfway through the second bottle of bubbly when I noticed that Pete's thingy was getting hard.

There was a tremendous bulge in his jeans. As I stared at it - I couldn't help myself - I felt my love slit growing moist. Forget food, I thought. What I wanted for dinner was black beef. My softness was ravenous. I pulled up my dress and flashed him an enticing smile. Then I slid my panties down to my thighs, revealing my thick blond snatch. Pete quickly moved his hand down to caress my softness. Before long he was fingering my private part and softly cupping my breasts. My desire for this built black stud was becoming too much to bear. I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. I told him that I have craved black length for years, but never had any. I begged him to give me the best play of his life.

The buzz from the pot only increased my passion for wild sex. I undid Pete's belt and tugged down his jeans and boxers.

And then I saw for myself what white woman dream of, a gigantic black length.

It seemed twice as long and thick as even the biggest white thingy I had ever balled. My snatch was teasing at the sight of it. As I stripped naked, my body quivered with lust. Pete stood by the bed, I knelt down in front of him and took his length into my mouth and stroked his balls. He moaned softly as I sucked.

He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed my eager lips deeper on his rod. I slid my finger into my softness and fondled my personal place.

My private part is very snug, and I knew that I'd have to be well-lubricated if I was going to take the full length of his mega-manhood.

And I wanted it all! Pete's shaft was now riding high and hard. It was well over a ten inches long. A lot of sex books claim that length size doesn't make much difference in good sex, but woman are the best judges in that department.

We want big length, and this giant black thingy was like something out of science fiction. I lay back on the bed and spread my thighs. Then I pulled my knees back with my hands, opening my softness wide for him. "Play me, you beautiful black stud." I demanded.

"Play me and talk dirty." Pete knelt on the bed in front of me, with his hand around his throbbing rod.

"I'm gonna play your sweet blond softness, you white slut," he said in his deep baritone voice. "I'm gonna give you the biggest, baddest length you've ever had." He went down on my golden triangle. He sucked my swollen personal place.

His tongue probed deep into my warmth. Just the thought that I was about to feel the forbidden fruit of a black length was enough to drive me crazy. I grasped his raging shaft in my hand and guided it firmly into my softness. I couldn't get it in there fast enough.

As it slid deeper, my body began writhing on the bed. I was out of control, rubbing my tits and thrusting my private part up for more. "Give it to me!" I cried. "Give me all of your big black length!" And did he ever! With a few strong thrusts, Pete rammed his black length far into my softness. It felt big and alive, as if a python were inside me. I'm a feminist, but I love being dominated in bed. This black length was in full control. "Play me harder, Pete!" I screamed. I fondled his muscular chest as his length roamed in and out of my hungry softness.

Gripping my thighs, he spread my softness even wider to accommodate his fat, ebony wand.

He kept looking down to watch his huge shaft pumping in and out of my pink slit. He was getting real hot, and I felt myself building up toward a massive climax. I pulled him down on top of me. His big hands reached around to cup my tight round soft place, and he held he closer. I wrapped my legs firmly around his back. "Come in me," I moaned.

"Give me your cum.

" With that, I felt his huge manhood erupt inside me like a fire hose.

My entire body shook with pleasure as my softness exploded with the most tremendous orgasm I have ever felt. We both lay back on the bed to rest. I closed my eyes to enjoy the waves of pleasure that were washing over me. When I opened them, I could see Pete was still looking hungrily at my firm white breasts and my thick blond bush. His great black length was coming back to life, as huge as ever. I had to have more.

Ever since that first encounter, we have met at least three times a week, usually at my place.

But that's another story, which I may share later.