I had been a nineteen year old virgin when I became a cheerleader for the basketball team that my husband played for. Twelve years older than me, he was 6 foot 4, hung like a horse and married to his childhood sweetheart. He was also the legendary leader of the team, a man famed for his partying and, also for his love of young, white pussy, which is what first attracted him to me.

Now 20 years later, he was long retired as a player, but he still coached in the league, and I was his dutiful second wife. His money meant I had been enhanced by plastic surgery and botox, while I always sat demurely through every game, showing off my legs and my cleavage in figure hugging dresses.

It had worked because, unlike his first wife who complained about all the white pussy he pounded behind her back. I had no problem with him getting some extras providing he was honest with me, never let me go without, and occasionally brought me other black cock.

Despite all this, it was still the case though, that he was the single biggest cock I had ever taken. It had taken multiple attempts to get it right when we first got together as my virginal hole struggled with his length and girth. Now though, I was perfectly loose for him. He easily slid into all my holes when the opportunity presented itself, and present itself it did, regularly, to the extent we still had sex at least four times every week.

Now though, I could only watch as he sat next to the pool in our back yard and drank himself into a stupor. The team had been on a losing run and he seemed to be completely unable to do anything about it. No matter what he changed, or who he played, the team would lose, and now, at the end of the season, the CEO had called him into the office and had fired him. For the first time in thirty years there would be no Joe Johnston involved in professional basketball, and he was hurting.

“What am I going to do?” he had asked me as he had sunk the first of the countless shots of whiskey he had consumed that night. “People used to call me Mr Basketball, and now I stand no chance of getting a coaching job anywhere because they left it until all the positions had been filled before firing me.”

“I don’t know babe,” I had said in reply, “but I am sure things will work out, we won’t need for money either way.”

“Money is the least of it, I need to be down there on the Court, showing off, and attracting all the white girls in the process.”

He was so depressed by the situation that I decided to stay out of the way, retiring to the lounge to watch trash television while I let him sit by the pool and drink.

That week, for the first time ever, we did not have sex, nor the week after either. I knew though, that he was not putting it about because, in truth, he never left the house, he just sat by the pool and drank.

For a woman who had been fucked so regularly for the last twenty years though, it was tough. I wanted sex, I needed sex, I even received offers, but I knew that it was not right to do anything. If my husband was struggling, then I needed to behave and let time pass and give him a chance to heal.

Halfway through the third week, things changed drastically. A mid-morning phone call brought hope of change as Joe Johnston was given a chance to switch from being a coach in the pros, to being one in the college game.

“Sure,” he had said during the call that brought the offer, “I would love the chance to develop the next generation of players.” The call ended and Joe had the biggest smile on his face, a smile that I knew meant not only was he back on the Court, but I was about to be fucked.

Three weeks later we had settled into our new home, half a country away from the last. Our marriage saved by a college programme that saw Joe as their saviour having fallen on hard times in recent years when previously they had been regular championship contenders.

It did not take us long to get back into the swing of things. Joe moved one of his coaches with him, a guy who I had already seen on a semi-regular basis so it might have not been new cock, but it was different cock to my husband. Then there was the cute barista at my new, favourite coffee shop, I was sure that he would be on my list of conquests soon enough.

He always wore tight trousers which allowed me to see the enormous bulge at the front, and the powerful ass muscles that would drive him like a hammer into me. Life was already looking up, but it was what happened next that was to catch me off guard.

“Babe,” Joe had said as he had stepped through the door, sweeping me into his arms and giving me a kiss. “I need a favour from you.”

“From me?” I said, clutching a hand to my chest as I tried to sound as innocent as possible. The reality was that whenever Joe told me he needed a favour, it meant he wanted me to ride someone’s huge, black cock.

“Yeah, I’ve got a problem.”

“A problem, do you want me to ease it?” I asked reaching for his groin and stroking his cock through the thin material of his shorts.

“Not that kind of problem, I’ve got a date lined up later and I am saving all my load for her.”

“Oh,” I replied disappointed that my husband did not want to pound me. “Then what problem do you have?”

He smiled awkwardly, “that’s why I have a date lined up, because I have someone else for you.”

“Right,” I said with a smile as I continued to let him hold me in his arms. “Normally though, you just come out and say it, but today you are making a big fuss about it, like there is something unusual or challenging.”

Joe let go of me and wandered across the large kitchen that we were both standing in. Leaning against one of the worktops he took a deep breath while he looked into my eyes. “This is more than just a, please fuck one of my friends thing.”

“OK, well I can’t consent to it unless you tell me what it is.”

“That’s what I’m worried about, that you will say no.”

The comment made me smile, “have I ever turned down anything you have asked of me, no matter how crazy it sounds?”

He thoughts about my question for a while, “no, but there is always a first time.”

I sighed at his reluctance to tell me what I needed to do, “look, let’s just assume that in reality I have already said yes, now tell me what I need to do.”

Taking his eyes off me for a moment, I saw that he closed his lids slowly and took a few deep breaths. “There’s a kid visiting, just turned 18, he enters College next year.”

“Right…”

“I really need him to come to join my programme, like without him I think it will make the difference between a successful programme and a failure.”

“And you want me to make him an offer he cannot refuse?” I offered.

“Yes.”

“Why do you think it will work?”

Seeming to visibly relax, Joe crossed back across the room towards me and took me in his arms again. “I saw the way he was looking at the white girls today. He confessed that he has only ever had black girls, and he is desperate to try white, but he says that all the white girls near him are scared of the size of his cock.”

“That was a pretty open conversation you had with him then?”

“Sometimes in the more private moments, you’d be amazed how much the hopefuls will open up to their coach. I remember confessing something similar when I was being recruited.”

“And what happened?”

“He arranged for the sluttiest white cheerleader to visit me, I spent the night filling her with my cock, but I don’t know any cheerleaders like that at the moment.”

“So, you want me to fill in the gap?”

“Yes.”

“What’s the catch?”

“I promise, there is no catch, you go to his hotel, you let him ruin you, and he will agree to join us next year.”

“By which time you plan on having found that cheerleader?”

“Maybe…” Joe hesitated in his answer.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s not so easy now, the cheerleaders get heavily scrutinized and the one that was sent to my room had been with every black guy on the team. These days, they all act virginal and everything. Sure, there are girls out there who are snow bunnies, but they aren’t cheerleaders anymore.”

“Ahhh,” I said as I gave my husband a kiss on the lips. “You mean that this is a service you might want me to keep offering going forward?”

“Umm, it’ll land me in trouble if you get caught.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, and if you are willing to put up with being publicly cucked, I will always deny it being your idea.”

“We’ll pitch it as a complete breakdown in the relationship, and I will reveal a girlfriend who I have been seeing.”

“And I have just been trying to get my revenge on you?”

“Yes, then at a suitable point in the future we’d have some crazy in love reconciliation.”

“Seems reasonable,” I said with a smile before letting Joe kiss me again. “I guess I better go and get ready, can you send me the details?”

“Sure,” my husband said as I broke away from his grasp and headed for the stairs. Taking one last look back at him, I saw him lift his phone and a moment later felt a vibration followed by a pinging sound from my pocket.

Standing in front of the mirror, I paused for a moment, “what does an 18 year old want to see, when he opens the door to a 39 year old slut?”

Turning to my right, I opened the wardrobe and studied the dresses that hung there, push the items aside with my well-manicured hand as I considered each one in turn. Then it was there, a red, figure hugging dress with a plunging neckline. Removing it from the wardrobe, I held it on the hanger as I studied every thread before placing it on the open door. I stripped naked, before pulling the dress up over my legs and hips.

“Joe!” I called, needing help to zip the dress up.

“Yes?” he replied a few seconds later as he entered the room.

“Can you do the zip for me?” I asked as I turned my back to him.

He stepped closer, his breath shallow as he brushed his hands against the curve of my butt before, carefully, pulling on the zip until I felt the material hug my body. “I remember this dress,” he said as I turned back round to face him.

“Do you?” I asked.

“Yes, you worse it to a party after we won the last championship, and you looked so hot, we fucked all night when we got home.”

I blushed, “oh yeah,” I said, “well now it is going to be used to seduce the kid you want to invest your future in.”

“Seems apt,” he said, “it is obviously a very lucky dress, what underwear did you pick out?”

I cocked my head to one side and raised my eyebrows, a move that Joe knew as my “don’t ask stupid questions look.”

“Oh, you’ve not got any underwear on?”

“Of course not, I rarely wear knickers anyway, and I don’t have a bra which would work with this neckline.”

Looking me up and down again, Joe smiled as he noticed how the plunge dropped nearly to my belly button. “True, what shoes are you going for?”

Stepping away from my husband, I walked over to the shoe rack that hid behind another wardrobe door. Picking out a pair of black stiletto heels I slipped them on my feet. They were tall heels which meant that it added a good couple of inches to my height, but I was still nowhere near the 6 foot 5 of my husband.

“Perfect,” Joe said as he watched me pirouette for him.

I looked at the clock, “time for me to go,” I said as I stepped towards my husband so that he could kiss me.

Forty minutes later I pulled up outside the hotel. The college had not scrimped on the cost and had put the guy who was about to bed me in the top hotel in the area. Walking through the reception area, I felt everyone watching me, and noticed more than one look of appreciation.

Thankfully the lift was empty, while that meant nobody would be eyeing me up, it also meant there would be less scrutiny of what I did. A muted ping from the lift, gave away the fact that I had reached the correct floor, and I stepped out into the empty corridor beyond. The rooms ran left and right, and it took me a moment to work out that I needed to turn left. Walking down past the doors I counted each number off as I headed towards my destiny.

Taking my phone from my handbag, I glanced at the message that Joe had sent me earlier one last time, just to check the name of the guy who was about to fuck me.

Putting my phone away, I stepped up to the door and knocked gently so as to not attract the attention of the other residents. Waiting, I felt the nervousness of the moment start to take hold before my thoughts were broken by the sound of a chain being dragged into place on the other side of the door.

It opened, not far, just enough that I could make out an eye surrounded by the dark black skin of my lover to be. “Who are you?” the voice asked nervously.

“Marc?” I replied, stepping closer to the door so that I did not have to shout.

“Yeah,” the voice on the other side of the door said.

“I’ve been sent to look after you tonight.”

“Look after me? Who sent you?”

“I’d rather not say, because it is a delicate matter if others found out,” I replied, “but I am sure you recall making some disclosures today.”

“Yeah,” the voice said from the other side of the door, and I stepped back to allow the eye to look me up and down and take in the sight of my body.

  “One second,” the voice said, and the door closed, followed by the sound of the chain being removed. Then, with a slight creak, the door opened fully to reveal Marc. He might have been only 18, but he must have been 7 foot tall and well-muscled as I looked him up and down. His whole image reminded me a bit of Shaq.

“Do you want to come in?” he offered, stepping back from the door while still holding it open in his long arm.

“Thank you,” I replied as I stepped into the room.

I could feel his eyes on me, the lust that was filling him driving him forward in the moment. He was sure to be nervous, but I was about to give him something he was desperate for and that was enough to ensure that he could not say no.

The door closed behind me with a gentle click and I turned around to see Marc stood in front of it, his frame filling the corridor that led into the rest of the room while he studied my every inch.

“Is this real?” he asked, a hint of nerves in his voice as he spoke.

“Am I here to be your first white pussy?” I replied bluntly.

“I guess… yes, is that why you are here?”

Smiling at the comment, I chose to use action rather than words and stepped towards him. Taking hold of his hands, I lifted them, so that I could guide his arms around my waist, his massive frame enveloped me as he did so.

Looking up into his eyes, I parted my lips, just enough to invite him to lean forward and kiss me. It did not take much, and the kiss was deep and intense as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth.  

“Fuck!” he said, releasing me from his grasp and pushing me away.

“What’s the matter?”

“I can’t do this, I can’t fuck you, I don’t even know who you are.”

I smiled at how naïve he was being. “Look, if you come to this College you will get to find out who I am, as you will see me around, a lot.” Taking a breath, I watched his reaction, “that is why I am here, to show you that certain people understand your challenge, and to provide you with your first snow bunny experience.”

“And will there be other such opportunities when I get here?”

“Yes, whether it be me, or whether it be another black only slut, I will make sure that if you want white pussy, then you will get white pussy.”

Marc seemed to rotate back and fore on his hips for a moment as if unsure as to what he should say. “Have you been with many black men?” he suddenly blurted out.

I bit my lip as I considered my answer, just how honest did I want to be in this moment? “I lost my virginity to a black man who is now my husband, he has given me to a lot of black men over the years, and importantly, I have only ever been with black men.”

“You’ve never had a white cock?”

“No, I went black and never went back.”

“Wow,” Marc replied as I noticed him visibly relax in my presence, “and now you are offering yourself to me?”

“Let’s call it an incentive,” I said as I took a careful step towards him.

“An incentive? To go to college here?”

“Yes, we want to make sure that all our black athletes have their sexual needs seen to.”

“But can you cope with me?” Marc offered as he closed the gap to me in one stride and scooped me into his arms. “Even some of the black sluts I have been with can’t cope with me.”

“Well, how about you give me a chance?” I asked as our lips met again. This time, using his long arms, Marc reached down, beneath the hem of my skirt and between my legs. I felt his fingers dance along the smooth skin of my labia before carefully probing between them.

“You’re not wearing underwear?” he said, his voice quivering with excitement.

“They just get in the way.”

“Mmm,” he said. Picking me up in his arms, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist as he held me off the floor.

Being in his arms like that, turned me on so much and I could feel myself getting wet even before I had seen the cock he was going to use on me. Marc moved his hands down so that he could grab my ass cheeks, and I felt his huge fingers wrapping around underneath me, touch the edge of my pussy.

“Help me get undressed,” I said breathlessly between kisses and Marc lowered me to the floor.

Turning my back to him, I felt the tug on my dress as he lowered the zip to my waist and then, as I spun back round to face him, I held the dress in place over my breasts with an arm. “Ready?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said and as I let go of my dress, it fell down towards the floor. Giving a small wiggle of my hips, I shrugged it all the way, revealing my naked body in the process. Stepping out of the dress, I took one step towards Marc, but in that moment, he took a step back as well.

“Sorry, I want to admire you first,” he said as his eyes looked up and down my now naked, white flesh.

Dropping to my knees, I beckoned to Marc, feeling the urge to see his cock. He paused for a moment, seemingly admiring the sight of a white woman kneeling before him. “Yeah baby,” he said before stepping closer to me.

As he walked, I could already see that his cock was massive as it swung back and fore in his loose-fitting shorts, but still, until he revealed it I would have no way of knowing for certain.

Taking hold of the waistband, I undid the string that was helping hold them up. Then, looking up into his eyes I smiled as I slowly pulled the clothing downwards until I could see the root of his cock. It looked thick, and I could feel the tension as his length pushed against the shorts.

Reaching up with one hand, I took hold of the base of his cock, wrapping my fingers as far round it as I could. At the same time, with the other hand I pulled down on the shorts and watched amazed as they seemed to go on for ever until the tip finally appeared. He was perfectly in proportion, which given he was 7 foot tall, meant I had never seen such a massive cock in my life.

I stared at it, my eyes absorbing the sheer size and girth of the cock, “I can see why loads of girls say no,” I said as I admired it.

Lifting it, I felt the weight between my fingers, as I carefully ducked underneath so that I could let it lie across my face.  

“Fuck,” Marc said as he looked down at my cock covered face. “Are you sure you can take this?”

I said nothing, instead I lifted it up again and holding it at mid length in both hands, I dipped the tip into my mouth. He gave out a gasp as I licked and sucked on the head of the cock, making it grow and harden in the process.

Pushing it further into my mouth, a challenge given the girth, I felt the tip of the cock reach the back of my throat. Pulling it back out, I swallowed the excess saliva before sliding it back in again, this time using my tongue as a ramp to wet the underneath of the shaft.

“Mmm,” Marc moaned as I took him just a bit deep this time and I felt him instinctively put a hand on the back of my head. “Good slut,” he muttered as he relished the sensation of me sucking him.

His cock was raging now, his need to feel my hole sucking on his cock becoming ever more urgent. Reaching down, he picked me up from the floor and dropped me backwards onto the bed. I landed, legs open, my smooth pussy looking up at him, begging to be filled. Marc dropped to his knees, using his arms to pin down my legs as he lowered his head and reached out with his tongue.

It seemed to be almost as big as his cock as the warm, wet, muscle dabbed against my clitoris. A sharp shock passed through me as I become excited at the thought of what was to come. I gushed slightly, the touch of his tongue so manly and yet, so gentle. Moving his head closer, I felt his lips touch either side of my clit as he pulled it between his teeth. Holding it, he flicked the tongue over the tip, and I shuddered as a bolt of electricity passed through me. “Fuck me,” I begged as Marc ate me towards an intense orgasm.

Lifting his head, Marc looked into my eyes while he moved a hand to allow himself to play with my hole and the small bud that held the secret to my pleasure. “Fuck me,” I said again, as I started to feel an urgent need for his massive cock to stretch me.

He laughed, as I squirmed beneath him, “please fuck me,” I said as I watched him climb from the end of the bed and climb onto the mattress, his massive frame rising over me. If I could have got my legs any wider, I would have, but in the end, they were as open as they would ever be for any man.

Reaching between his legs, I saw Marc hold his massive, hard, cock as he guided it towards my hole. Rubbing the head up and down the outside of my labia I felt myself reach the very edge of pleasure just as he lowered himself for the first time.

“Oh God!” I screamed as the enormous tip filled me, my body being stretched in ways I had never experienced before.

Pushing himself further in, I could see the pleasure in Marc’s face as he savoured the wetness with which I was able to accept him. “I’m not sure I have ever had such a willing cunt,” he said as he entered me ever deeper.

“I’ve trained and prepared for moments like this throughout my life,” I replied, “it is important to me to be able to take any big black cock.”

“Well, you sure are managing that,” Marc replied as he finally got as deep into me as he would ever manage. “Balls deep,” he said as he looked between my legs to see just how much of his cock I had taken.

“Now make it count,” I replied and almost immediately I felt the emptiness that I realised would be a reality in the moments after this session had finished. He did not withdraw all the way, I’m not even sure it would have been possible for him to do that, before he plunged deep into me again. I gave a scream of pleasure at the sensation as every nerve seemed to be stretched and rubbed at the same time.

“It seems like you are going to cum quickly?” he asked as he continued to thrust into me.

“That’s fine, just keep doing me until you are ready, to fill me” I replied breathlessly.    

Marc gave a grunt, his pace quickening in the process as he took me in a way that no man had ever managed before.

“I think you will ruin me even for my husband,” I said as I felt Marc’s body pounding down on me, his huge glutes acting life a hammer as they drove home his massive nail.

“You won’t have sex with him again?”

“No, the opposite, I will tell him just how amazing you are while he fucks me.”

“Would he like that?”

“When I let him cum deep into me, yes.”

Suddenly, Marc pulled out of me, kneeling before me, my legs spread wide around his body. Grabbing my hips, he rolled me over, making sure that my ass thrust into the air. Once I was in that position, he moved in again, pushing himself deep into me from behind. His enormous hands grabbing my hips in the process. I had big, curvy, hips and a rounded ass, but in his hands, they felt almost toy like.

 The two of us, joined in a lust filled, moment of intense sex, fucked on the bed, his cock sliding in and out as finally the first orgasm wracked my body. I screamed, my body locking up with the pleasure that was being delivered to me by the hard fucking that was unusual for such a young man to be able to deliver.

We continued to make out, his cock pounding into me as I felt my ass bounce off of his hips. In some ways I was grateful for the padding as he was so forceful in how he took me.

The second orgasm arrived, almost as soon as the first had finished, maybe even they were the same one, my body being driven to two peaks in one moment. This time, my labia clamped hard on his dick, sucking on his him intensely as it tried to milk every drop from his body.

I’m not sure if that was the moment that delivered for him, but it was enough to bring him to the edge, and I felt the head of his cock swell. His body rigid for a moment before, with a loud grunt, he filled me. Cum exploded out of the tip of his shift, before being delivered deep into me. It was amazing, the sensation causing me to have a third, gentler, not quire as intense orgasm, following in quick succession from the other two.

Together, we collapsed onto the bed, me lying on my side, while Marc lay alongside me, his wet dick rubbing against the small of my back.

“How was that?” he asked in between deep breaths, but for a moment I was unable to speak. Instead, I just raised a hand and took hold of his, pulling it around my waist so that we could spoon together. I could sense that he smiled as he kissed my back.

Closing my eyes, I took deep breath as I tried to regain my senses, “you come to this college, and you can have me whenever my husband allows,” I said.

“Yeah?” Marc asked as he used the hand around my waist to roll me onto my back. I looked into, his face, my eyes meeting as he lifted himself above me, and instinctively I moved my legs so that he could climb between them.

“Again?” I asked nervously.

“Is that OK?”

“Definitely,” I replied as I felt Marc’s hard again monster slowly push its way into me. This time we kissed as he entered me. The first time had been lust filled, but this time we made love. Gentle, tender, love, as Marc filled my pussy for a second time with another heavy cum load.