The 1960s were a tumultuous time for racial relations in our country, especially in the South, but I feel that by the 1980s great progress had been made. My name is Sandra, and my husband Mitchell and I are black. We both went to college, and after graduating in 1985 we got great jobs and bought a nice home in a mostly-white, middle class suburb in the Birmingham area.
Most of our white neighbors treated us with respect and were friendly, but there were still a few Alabama 'good ole boys' who made it clear that we weren't welcome in the area. Some of our black friends were still a little militant as well, and had chips on their shoulders, but Mitchell and I tried very hard to fit into our white community, even if we do have some racial biases.
We had been living in our neighborhood for several years at the time of this story, and I was twenty-eight years old and Mitchell was twenty-nine. We also have two children, and it was so hard to get to the gym to work out that I decided to start jogging in the evenings in our neighborhood.
I was already in pretty good shape, and at five feet and seven inches tall and weighing one hundred and thirty pounds, and I was solidly built. I have a big and firm protruding ass and muscular thighs, and my D-cup breasts are still firm even after having breast fed our two kids. It's usually dark by the time we finish dinner and get the kids settled down, but I felt pretty safe and started just running around our block at first.
After several days, I increased my distance and was exploring other streets in the area. Then one night when I was far from home, a carload of white men pulled up along side and started taunting me, and one guy was even yelling racial slurs. I managed to turn onto a footpath between the homes and, even though they stopped following me, I was still pretty shaken up. Mitchell and I discussed the situation when I got home, and we decided that I’d better stay close to home in the future, and just run around our block.
One night a few weeks later I was walking around my block for one more lap to cool down from my run, and one of our white neighbors just down the street came jogging towards me. I knew that his name is Ed since we had met previously at our homeowners' meetings, but we had not really spent any time with him and his wife Marci. He's a nice guy at about six feet and one inch tall and weighing one hundred and eighty-five pounds. He's in good shape and very nice looking, and I think he was twenty-nine years old.
Ed slowed up to talk with me when he saw me walking, and finally just walked with me since he had also just finished his run. We talked about the neighborhood and our spouses and kids, and I eventually got around to telling him about those men who had frightened me. He sure didn’t seem to be bigoted, but instead was very friendly with me, and in fact he got very angry when I told him about those men.
He even apologized for them and said, “Look, Sandra, I usually go jogging about four nights per week, so if you want to, we can time our runs, so I can go with you. Then you can range out a little and not just have to run around and around the block.”
I was very pleased with his offer, and since I found him to be a very nice and cordial guy I said, “Wow, that sounds great, Ed and that’s very nice of you. I just need to talk with Mitchell about it.”
I went home to discuss Ed’s offer with Mitchell, and since he remembered Ed and Marci from the homeowners' meetings, and even thought that Marci is cute, he agreed to let me run with Ed. Mitchell and I have a trusting relationship and it's not unusual for us to mention that other men or women are cute or good looking. We even tease each other about different people sometimes. And truth be told, we had an open relationship when we were dating in college, and I often fucked his black fraternity brothers and he fucked their girlfriends. But I do have to admit this was the first time I was going to be getting close to a white guy.
Ed and I started running together on average four nights per week. He would usually call me when he was leaving home, and then I would take up his pace when he passed by my home. Our usual run is three miles, but we would sometimes go farther if we got a second wind, and I was really enjoying my time with Ed. Mitchell even started teasing me about spending so much time with a good looking white guy, but I just laughed and ignored him. Ed and I were becoming very good friends and we discussed just about everything you could think of on our runs. But after running together for four weeks, we were starting to run out of things to talk about.
I really can’t remember who first brought it up, but we were soon discussing our sexual likes and dislikes. We talked about many sexual topics, but Ed seemed to focus the most on oral sex, and he said that he just loved the taste of pussy and would almost rather eat it than fuck it. He also mentioned that Marci had lost interest in sex after the birth of their second child, and he was only fucking her about once every two weeks. I usually talked about Mitchell’s big ten-inch cock and how I loved to feel him fucking me almost every day, with my only complaint being that Mitchell doesn't like to provide oral sex.
I told Mitchell about all my conversations with Ed, and it sometimes spiced up our love life fantasizing about Ed sucking my pussy after Mitchell just fucked me. We continued having those sexual conversations, and I could sometimes see Ed adjust his cock in his shorts while we were running and knew that he was getting a hard on just by talking with me. Then one night we reached a whole new level in our discussions.
We were starting to get very graphic in our sexual descriptions, and I talked about how the thick veins on Mitchell’s big cock felt sliding into and out of my pussy, how his big load of cum felt shooting into me, and how it ran down my ass and legs afterwards. Ed would describe in great detail the wetness and fluids in a pussy and how they tasted and the texture of the labia in his mouth.
During a lull in the conversation I felt a little devilish and asked, “Tell me the truth, Ed, have you ever sucked a black pussy? I know some black women who just love to dominate white men and make them suck their tangy black pussies.”
Ed got so excited that he almost stopped running and he said, “No, I've never sucked a black pussy, but I sure would like to some day. Why, are you offering to let me suck yours?”
That was the first time our conversations had given any hint of having sex between us, and I have to admit that it was exciting thinking about Ed sucking my pussy. But I just deflected his question by laughing and answering, “Oh you wish, white boy, you wish. This hairy, thick black pussy would be too much for you and would probably smother you”
I got home that night and told Mitchell about my conversation with Ed, and it really excited him to think of having a white man between my legs sucking my black cunt. He encouraged me to tease Ed more about him sucking my pussy. For the next week I asked Ed if he wanted to suck me, and even mentioned that I might let him suck me right after being fucked by Mitchell. By Friday he was in frenzy, and he let me know that he didn’t care if I had just been fucked or not, he really wanted to eat me out. He was almost begging me to let him suck my pussy.
I let Mitchell know about Ed’s strong desire to suck me, and after thinking about it for a few minutes he said, “If you’re up for it, Sandra, I’d like to give Ed what he thinks he wants so we can have a little fun with him. I don’t want you fucking him, at least not yet, but I’m thinking that we should fuck just before your next run, and then you can go into the woods or one of those homes under construction and let him suck your pussy. You can just tell him that your pussy is usually very juicy, and he might not realize that he’s eating my cum. You can also suck him off if you want to, but no fucking.”
I was very surprised that Mitchell would let me do that, but it was probably because he knew I liked to have my pussy sucked and he didn’t like doing it. The following night Mitchell fucked me just before I left home, and I wore a pair of tight, white cotton panties under my running shorts to help hold in his plentiful cum.
It was a moonlit night, and as Ed and I approached a little patch of woods on the undeveloped side of our subdivision, I looked over at him and said, “Ed, if you really want to suck my juicy, black pussy, let’s just follow that path into the woods and I’ll give you a taste.”
Ed could hardly believe his good luck and he quickly turned onto the path and led us to a small grassy area behind some trees. He was so excited that he surprised me by leaning into me and kissing my big lips, and he even rubbed my tits momentarily before dropping to his knees in front of me. Then he said, “Oh Sandra, I have wanted to suck your pussy for so long.”
He reached up and pulled down my running shorts, and I stepped out of them as he moved his mouth closer to my sopping wet cunt. He saw the stains of wetness in the crotch of my white panties, and I know that the strong aroma of my pussy and Mitchell’s cum must have been intoxicating to him. He reached out his tongue and tentatively licked my crotch, and then he covered my thick labia with his mouth. I could feel him sucking the cum from my panties.
He pulled away momentarily and said, “Your pussy is so wet and tasty and is more than I could have hoped for. I've never eaten such a creamy pussy.”
As he resumed sucking me, he pulled my panties to the side and was sucking my bare labia lips. I keep my pussy covered in a neatly trimmed layer of hair, and he was covering my lips completely while at the same time pushing his tongue into and slurping down my juices and Mitchell’s cum. It felt so good having my pussy sucked after so many years.
I was holding his head in place with my hands when I said, “That’s it, white boy, suck my black pussy clean of all of that juice. I know that I am very wet and creamy for you tonight just from thinking about you sucking me, so enjoy my juices and swallow them all for me.”
Ed sucked my pussy for at least ten minutes, and it was a great new experience seeing and feeling a white man between my legs sucking my pussy. And then I thought it would be only fair to return the favor, so I got on my knees and pulled down Ed’s shorts and underwear and took his dick into my mouth. He's not very well endowed, probably only being half as long and half as thick as Mitchell’s cock, but his precum had been flowing heavily while he was sucking my pussy, and it tasted very good.
He must have really been worked up from sucking me because I only had to suck him for a couple of minutes before he held my head in place with his hands and his dick throbbed as he filled my mouth with his cum. He shot a massive load of cum into me, which rivaled Mitchell’s big loads, and I just loved the taste and texture of his cock juice. We then continued our run, and when I got home Mitchell was excited to hear how Ed had sucked my pussy, and didn’t seem to realize that he was also swallowing Mitchell’s cum.
We continued our runs together, and Ed was sucking my pussy clean of Mitchell’s cum every time. I also sucked his cock about half of the times, but Ed seemed much more interested in sucking my pussy than in having his cock sucked. He always told me that he just loved the feeling of being held between my strong thighs. We had been running together for three months then, and we continued our raunchy conversations, except that we had even more to talk about since we were sucking each other’s genitals.
Then one night he surprised me by saying, “I enjoy sucking your creamy and tasty pussy so much, but I've been thinking that I would like to fuck you. I know that my little dick can’t compare to how big you said Mitchell’s black cock is, but I’d just love to feel your wet, black pussy around my dick.”
I knew that I needed to discuss that with Mitchell, so I replied, “I really like the way you have been sucking my pussy and I would like to reward you with a good fuck, but I need to think about that a little.”
I discussed Ed’s desire to fuck me with Mitchell that night, and although he wasn’t totally opposed, he wanted to find a way for him to fuck Marci’s white pussy in exchange for Ed fucking me. We agreed that I would tell Ed that he could fuck me if we could somehow find a situation where Mitchell could also fuck Marci.