Black Cock Cum It was Angela's 30th birthday and I had planned a special surprise for
her. We had often talked about our mutual fantasy of Angela being gang
banged, so I had posted an ad on AOL seeking 3 well hung guys to fuck
her. I received hundreds of replies and chose 3 based on size,
personality, and looks. I also chose one because he was black and Angela
had never been with a black man. I arranged to meet them at a local hotel
that has a nightclub in it. They were given pictures of us but instructed
not to say a word to Angela about the surprise.
We sat at a table in the corner and had a few drinks. I mentioned her
fantasy of being gang banged and she said "Oh honey, you know that is
just a fantasy. I would never REALLY do that. I would be too scared."
Angela and I started dating in high school and she had never been with
anyone else. She knew that I had cheated earlier in our relationship, but
I had been pretty faithful since we got married 6 years earlier. I
mentioned to her that I wanted to see her with another man and
particularly a black man. Neither of us is racist, but we are a suburban
couple for whom inter-racial sex was pretty much taboo when we were
growing up.
I mentioned to her that there was an attractive black guy across the room
and that he had been checking her out. I knew this was Robert, one of the
guys I invited, as I had seen his picture. I suggested that she go dance
with him and she said "I don't really like this song." Fortunately, Black Cock Cum in Betty's case), but never seemed to get hot.
The summer heat also seemed to raise the emotional tension. At the
factory, the demand for new year models was high and Wu's schedule became
even more erratic. Maybe the most unnerving aspect of this work pressure
was displayed in conversations between Betty and Wu.
Repeatedly he would come home from work in a surly mood. He never
took his frustrations out in conversation with me, though he was often
surly, instead there would be tiffs between him and Betty. Since they
argued in Chinese, I never knew what they were discussing and both
professed that they weren't mad after the little outbursts.
After I had been working with Wu for six months, it was getting to
the point where something needed to change. Several times I had told Wu
that the lack of respect for my time was very frustrating. He told me he
understood, though his apologies never seemed heart felt. Betty on the
other hand, was more compassionate. Unfortunately, she might have felt she
seemed to have little influence over Wu when it came to his job.
All this came to a boiling point the first week in August. Betty
and I were working had been working on pronunciation for the better part of
an hour. As it is very often in teaching a language you, try to make
learning as fun as possible. This is for both the student and the teacher.
We were playing with words that end in 'lope.'
Do antelopes eat cantaloupes? Can you mail an antelope in an envelope?
Though it might seem someone juvenile humor, Betty and I were
laughing each time one or the other made up another ludicrous image. Humor
aside, this was also a learning experience. I have found that, unless an
ESL student works in a restaurant (and many do), their vocabulary doesn't
include many foods that they eat every day. They will know how to say
'carrot' in Chinese, but not English.
Also, the more you play with words the more you learn about your
student. In this case, Betty was learning what a cantaloupes was, but
surprised me when she said, "The antelope looks at a cantaloupes under the
microscope." But the more I thought about it, I remembered Betty had
studied biology, so it should be no surprise she knew what a 'microscope'
was.
Then there was a phone call and a terse conversation. When Betty
hung up she quietly said that Wu would be very late. When I asked her how
long, she said she couldn't say.
I didn't want Betty to think I was mad at her, but I was furious. I
stood up, said I had to leave and left. A week later Wu called and told me
Betty was wondering if I would be back. I had cooled off greatly which was
unfortunate, since Betty was the Judy Star Mandingo Blacks On Blondes Movies that she had a fantasy of having sex in public. She said
"HERE?? We come here all the time; people know us here." I said "No one
will know if you do it right." With that she unzipped Peter's fly and
pulled out his rock hard 7" cock. I told Bill to take her panties off. As
he slid her panties down her legs the waitress came by to check on our
drinks. Angela was embarrassed to death, but was enjoying herself too
much to stop now. Carrie just laughed and said "My birthday is in
November."
After Carrie walked away, Angela bent down and licked Peter's cock. She
came back up and said "I just had to have a little taste." I told her to
climb on it. She looked around to make sure no one could see as she was
putting the condom on Peter. She slowly climbed over and on top of him.
She couldn't move too fast so as not to arouse attention, so she slowly
grinded her pussy up and down on his shaft. As she did this Robert got up
and moved to the other side of the booth. He licked his finger and
started rubbing it around her ass. This drove Angela crazy and she
couldn't help but moan.
Peter reached around and playfully tickled Angela's clit as she continued
to grind on him. As Angela moaned, Robert rammed his finger in her ass
harder. At this point, I was going to suggest that we leave, but Angela's
moans became more intense and I could tell she was going to cum. She
didn't care that we were in public anymore and she started to ride
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Black Coock the most. The conversation had slipped into a lull
and I suddenly realized we where saying nothing, but just smiling at each
other like two seventh graders at the us stop. If Betty had been American
and single I would have known what that moment meant, but since she was
neither, I had no clue what she was thinking. I figured it must have been
something like, "Why do Americans sweat so much."
When the phone rang I was grateful, since I had lost track of what
to do next with Betty.
It was evident who was on the phone. Betty turned her head and
spoke quietly into the telephone in Chinese; it was clear she was speaking
to her husband.
I got up from the kitchen table that we held our lessons at, and
sprawled out on the couch. I knew if Wu was done at work, he would need
Betty to come pick him up since I had noticed their car in the parking lot.
I wasn't too concern, and was thinking about taking a nap on the couch.
Something I had gotten into the habit of doing when Betty picked up Wu. I
couldn't get the smell of the cantaloupes out of my head and was wondering
if Betty would mind me snacking on one while she was gone.
After the conversation, Betty came to the couch and kneeled down
beside it. I started tensing up. As much as I knew it would happen, I
dreaded it.
When she said, "Please don't go," I was a bit relieved. I thought
that meant that she would pick up Wu and she didn't want me to leave while
she was gone.
Then I felt her lay her hand on my thigh, just below the bottom of
my shorts. I nearly jumped. It was as though she had pricked me with a
needle. In six months of lessons, we had touched very little. Though we
often sat next to each other, the contact was little more than the
occasional brushing of shoulders. Adding to the head of the room, her hand
seemed to burn my thigh.
"Wu, must work late," she said.
I couldn't explain how, but the expression on my face changed and
Betty added (again), "Please don't go."
With the second comment, she slid her hand up the leg of my shorts.
I was wearing boxers, so as her hand traveled it glided along my thigh, to
my hip onto my penis.
For some reason it was as though I was in intensive care, with all
my functions being monitored. I could feel the instant increase in my heart
rate as it thumped against my sternum.
Her stealth-like hand moved to my penis before it could react, but
once she touched me the reaction was radical.
I started to protest, "Betty..." but as her hand continued move and
her name came out as an endearment.
I felt as though I was in a thunderstorm. Her actions were
amazingly exciting, yet filled with sparks True Cuckold Kacey Interracial Gangbang of the bar, to
come and ask Angela to dance. Now, I am not gay or bisexual, but Peter
was a gorgeous guy. He was 6'2" had short brown hair and had a perfectly
toned body.
When I got back from the bathroom, Angela was over at Robert's table
talking to him. I could see that they were getting pretty friendly and
she was rubbing her pussy against his leg. Angela came back and sat down
at the table. I reached under her skirt and I could feel the moisture
starting to build. I said, "Hmmm, is that what you want for your
birthday." She replied "Maybe." Just then, Peter walked up to the table.
Angela's mouth almost dropped when she saw him. He asked me if he could
dance with her. I said "I don't know, ask her." They got up and headed to
the dance floor.
For the next hour, Angela and Peter danced every dance. Slow dances their
bodies were so tightly pressed together they could have been doing it
right there on the dance floor. I went over and got Robert and asked him
to come and sit at our table as I was now all alone and had no one to
talk to. Angela pulled me aside when I did and said "I decided on a
different birthday present." I replied, "That's OK, Honey, I just wanted
someone to talk to."
A few minutes later, Bill walked in. I had arranged for him to come an
hour later than the other guys because I had no clue how I was going to
work these guys into our group. Bill was a "biker" type of guy. Someone
that 
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clit. I sensed a throbbing and could tell she was at a point where I could
trigger another orgasm with only a few light licks against her clit. I was
able to bring her off three more times this way.
I crawled up next to her, kissed her and laid back to rest. After a
few moments I asked, "Did you like that?"
Twice she started to answer, but couldn't find the English words to
respond. Without words, she began to respond physically. Her hands began at
my nipples. Playing with one, then the other.
She continued to play with my nipples, as she rolled her body,
eventually she lifted her leg over me and was straddling my stomach. I
could feel some of her juices ooze against my belly and she ran her hands
through my chest hair. Her hands came to my cheeks. Framing my face with
her small hands she kissed me. As she did that, I could feel her hips begin
to pivot and realized she was humping my stomach.
Betty broke our kiss and moved her hands above my head so her
titties were suspended before my face. She continued to rock her pelvis
against me as I licked and nibbled on her nipples. I had placed my hands on
her lower back holding and pushing her as she bumped and grinded her hips
into me. While she was humping me, she moved her hips lower and lower
toward my penis, until I could no longer reach her titties with my mouth.
Her crotch was beginning to bump against my resurrected penis. Her
small frame was not down far enough to slide my penis in her, but her lips
had connected with mine again. She stopped her hips as our tongues played
tag in each of our mouths. Betty broke our kiss and kissed my eyelids then
reached for the condom.
Once she found it on the side of the sofa bed she squatted past my
penis finding a seat on my thighs. She gripped my penis in her fist,
sliding her hand up and down. While doing this, she looked at me with a
leer.
"Penis," I told her.
"Pee-nus?" She tried to repeat, but didn't seem to understand what
I was saying.
I looked down at my penis and tapped the head that was protruding
out of her grip.
"This is a penis," I explained.
Betty had a bit of a confused look on her face.
"I thought this was cock?" She asked, explaining her confusion. She
continued to stroke her hand up and down as she said this.
"Yes, it is called a cock as well," I smiled and told her.
Again a naughty grin appeared on her face, and she said, "I want to
take your cock." Then she release my cock and opened the condom package.
She unrolled some of the condom in her hand and then placed it on my penis,
unrolling it the rest of the way down Blacks On Blondes Streaming and tongue at the same rate Robert was ramming her. Robert
looked over at Peter sucking my cock and I think that got him excited. He
started to scream and pulled his cock out of Angela's juicy gash and shot
a huge wad of cum all over her chest. Just then I started to shoot a load
down Peter's throat. He didn't let up for a second and took it all.
Robert climbed off of Angela and I looked at her gaping hole. I knew she
would need big black cock on a regular basis from now on. Bill pulled his
cock out of her mouth and put on a condom. He climbed on top of her and
started ramming her now sore pussy. Robert rolled over next to them on
the bed and fondled her tits.
Robert then said, "Get over here and suck my cock Bitch!!" As Angela
moved over to take his shaft in her mouth again, Robert said "not you,
That Bitch!!" as he pointed to Peter. Peter climbed over on the bed and
skillfully slurped Robert back to full size. Angela then motioned for
Bill to let her up. She put her feet on the floor and joined Peter
sucking on Robert's huge shaft as Bill stood behind her and began ramming
her swollen pussy lips again. As Bill began to cum, he pulled his cock
out of Angela and moved over to shoot his load on Peter.
This went on all night with Peter getting Bill and Robert hard for
Angela's pussy. Finally, Peter told them to cum all over her. He then
mounted her and slurped their cum from her face, tits, and neck.
Angela now needs black cock on a regular basis. 
Interracial Gangbang Sex Stories in Betty's case), but never seemed to get hot.
The summer heat also seemed to raise the emotional tension. At the
factory, the demand for new year models was high and Wu's schedule became
even more erratic. Maybe the most unnerving aspect of this work pressure
was displayed in conversations between Betty and Wu.
Repeatedly he would come home from work in a surly mood. He never
took his frustrations out in conversation with me, though he was often
surly, instead there would be tiffs between him and Betty. Since they
argued in Chinese, I never knew what they were discussing and both
professed that they weren't mad after the little outbursts.
After I had been working with Wu for six months, it was getting to
the point where something needed to change. Several times I had told Wu
that the lack of respect for my time was very frustrating. He told me he
understood, though his apologies never seemed heart felt. Betty on the
other hand, was more compassionate. Unfortunately, she might have felt she
seemed to have little influence over Wu when it came to his job.
All this came to a boiling point the first week in August. Betty
and I were working had been working on pronunciation for the better part of
an hour. As it is very often in teaching a language you, try to make
learning as fun as possible. This is for both the student and the teacher.
We were playing with words that end in 'lope.'
Do antelopes eat cantaloupes? Can you mail an antelope in an envelope?
Though it might seem someone juvenile humor, Betty and I were
laughing each time one or the other made up another ludicrous image. Humor
aside, this was also a learning experience. I have found that, unless an
ESL student works in a restaurant (and many do), their vocabulary doesn't
include many foods that they eat every day. They will know how to say
'carrot' in Chinese, but not English.
Also, the more you play with words the more you learn about your
student. In this case, Betty was learning what a cantaloupes was, but
surprised me when she said, "The antelope looks at a cantaloupes under the
microscope." But the more I thought about it, I remembered Betty had
studied biology, so it should be no surprise she knew what a 'microscope'
was.
Then there was a phone call and a terse conversation. When Betty
hung up she quietly said that Wu would be very late. When I asked her how
long, she said she couldn't say.
I didn't want Betty to think I was mad at her, but I was furious. I
stood up, said I had to leave and left. A week later Wu called and told me
Betty was wondering if I would be back. I had cooled off greatly which was
unfortunate, since Betty was the Black Cock Cum cock hard and fast. Angela was biting her hand trying not to
scream.
Just then the Carrie came back to check on our drinks again. Angela
didn't care who was watching at this point and she kept riding Peter as
if Carrie wasn't even there. She looked at Angela riding Peter's cock and
said "looks like she is putting those birthday presents to good use.
Maybe you guys should get a room." I replied that we were in room 1126
and she was welcome to join us after she got off work. She said "Not
tonight" and walked away.
I could tell from the look on Peter's face that he was going to cum. I
suggested to Angela that she stop and we go upstairs. She ignored me and
pumped even harder on his shaft with her tight pussy. He began to cum and
that made Angela cum again also. Angela slid off of his shaft and sat
with one leg on Robert and the other on Peter. She said "let me catch my
breath and we will go upstairs for some real fun."
Robert grabbed Angela by the waist and pulled her over on top of him and
said "Yeah, I want some of that." I could tell Angela was excited by the
size of the bulge in his pants and we all got up to go upstairs. In the
elevator on the way up, Angela knelt down and unzipped Robert's pants.
His cock was even bigger in person that it appeared in the photos he
sent. It was 9" but the width was incredible. She began sucking him right
there in the elevator. Bill and Peter stood next to Robert and she began