5 comments/ 43076 views/ 23 favorites My Old Dark Flame By: theo_minor My wife Susan and I walked into the front door of the hall where my 20th-anniversary high school class reunion was being held. It was fun to look around at all my old classmates; we were all still less than 40 years old, and yet it was a hoot to look around and see who'd gotten fat, who'd gone bald, and who was already going gray. Suzy was being a good sport about it -- we'd met in college, and she didn't know anyone there except me. I told her that, as far as I was concerned, she didn't have to go with me to hang out for a few hours with a bunch of people she didn't know, but she just waved me off. "We've been happily married for 15 years," she said, "and I want all your classmates to know that. If I don't come, it sends the wrong message. There will be plenty of women there 'on the make', and I just want them all to know that you're very much spoken for." I could understand that. And it's not like I didn't want her with me; I was just thinking to keep her from excessive boredom. We signed in at the registration table, and then wandered into the main hall. As soon as we stepped through the door, I heard a surprisingly familiar voice calling my name. I looked around and saw Keisha, waving us over to the table where she and her husband were sitting. Keisha was one of the utterly memorable people in my class. For starters, she was the only black person in our whole class -- in fact, the only black student our school had ever had. And she was the first real girlfriend I ever had. ***** Our school is way Up North, far away from the 'urban centers' of our state, where most of the black folks live. Keisha's family had moved to our town in the summer before our senior year, and their presence caused something of a sensation in the town, and the school. Of course, there were a whole set of folks who had always liked the uniform whiteness of our town, and didn't appreciate having that disturbed. There was another set of folks that just thought, in a 'token' kind of way, that it was 'just wonderful' that we were finally breaking some color line, and for them, Keisha and her family were a kind of symbol that integration had reached the Great White North. I was somewhere in between. It seemed phony to invest Keisha with all sorts of 'racial/social significance', one way or the other. I just took the opportunities I was given to get to know Keisha as a person, apart from all the racial labels. And perhaps because of that, Keisha and I quickly became friends, and eventually, something more than just friends. For whatever reason, none of the girls I'd grown up with had ever seen me as particularly desirable; certainly nothing like 'boyfriend material'. But Keisha didn't have any of those preconceived notions, and she being the New Girl, she appreciated that I was just willing to be her friend when almost everyone else could only see her as a 'label'. Still, there was something fascinating and exotic about her blackness, at least from my limited experience -- her deep brown eyes, her luscious thick lips and wide nose, the hair that she wore in a big, frizzy afro. I loved how her dark-skinned hand looked when I held it in mine, and how it felt when I ran my fingers through her delightfully thick, kinky hair. She was so different in appearance from all the girls I'd grown up with, and if anything, her soul was even more beautiful. ***** So I was happy to see her, and to sit at the same table as Keisha and her husband Artis. She looked great. The slightly pudgy girl with the big afro that I'd known in our school days had grown into a fairly striking woman in her late 30s, with long beaded braids. She looked leaner than I remembered her, but if anything, her breasts were even larger, and she still had the 'black girl's butt' that I'd appreciated back in the day. And she still had the same outgoing personality that I'd fallen for all those years ago. I introduced Keisha to Susan, and she introduced me to Artis, telling him, "This is that white guy I'm always telling you about". It was interesting - in many ways, Suzy was like a white version of Keisha: similarly built, with beautiful auburn hair, and a similar sanguine personality. I suppose there's some fodder for a psychologist in there, but maybe that's just the kind of women I'm attracted to. Artis was a massive man -- probably six-foot-four, with a barrel chest, thick muscular arms and huge hands. I'm not a small guy -- six feet, and over 200 pounds -- but when we shook hands, it felt like my hand was just being engulfed in his. "It's a pleasure to meet you Artis," I began. "I'm glad to meet the guy who could catch a woman like Keisha. Congratulations. I've always thought the world of your wife; she's a very special lady." "Yes she is," he replied. "And," I continued, "I appreciate you coming with her; this isn't necessarily the most exciting place for you to spend a few hours with a bunch of white people you've never met." "It's OK," he said. "Keisha really wanted to come and see her school folks again. And she REALLY hoped she could see you. And just from the way she talks about you, I wanted to meet you, too. She counts you as a great friend. And that counts for a lot with me." I felt myself blushing, in spite of myself. And Keisha held all sorts of huge significance in my life, as well. As we sat down and settled into our conversation, Artis turned to me, smiling, and said, "Keisha tells me you're the first guy she ever fucked." I chuckled to myself - this guy gets right to the point, doesn't he? And knowing Keisha, I could easily imagine her telling him that. I looked around the table, first at Artis, wondering if this was some sort of male-competitive thing, or just his version of a conversation-starter. Then I looked at my wife. Susan and I both knew that neither of us were virgins when we met, and neither of us carried any particular baggage about the other's sexual history. But how would it hit her to be sitting at the table with the woman who'd been my first? "I suppose I probably was," I answered. "Anyway, she was certainly my first. You never forget your first one, do you?" Across the table, Keisha was looking down at the table, shaking her head and grinning. "I don't know," I continued, smiling ironically, "but it does seem funny that, out of the whole world, Keisha's first time having sex was with a white guy, doesn't it?" And everyone at the table laughed. ***** Keisha's birthday and mine were only about a week apart, and we both turned 18 in the late winter of senior year. Not long after that, our school had a basketball game at a school about an hour away from our town. Keisha and I got together with five other kids from school and drove to the game. Keisha and I, and another couple, sat in the back seat (and four of us in the back seat was a tight squeeze, which none of us minded); a third couple sat in front, while the 'odd guy' drove. I was smiling to myself, recalling that, before I met Keisha, I would have been the 'odd guy' doing the driving, while everyone else in the car was paired off with their girlfriend/boyfriend. Our team lost the game, and we all piled back into the car for the hour's drive home. It was well after dark, and all three couples were no doubt looking forward to some serious making-out during the drive home. But, at least at first, the other guys all wanted to talk about the game, and shots made or missed, bad calls by the refs, and whatever else. I was eager to finish with the talking and turn my attention to Keisha, but the other guys seemed more worked up about the game. Then, in the darkness of the back seat, while the other guys were warbling on, I felt Keisha grab my hand from around her shoulder, and drag it down to her breast, inside her coat. I looked down at her, making eye contact in the darkness; she looked back at me with a shy smile. I gently squeezed her breast, the first time in my life that I'd actually felt the real breast of a real woman. I savored its soft firmness, its size and heft, even through the layers of her clothing. She wriggled in her seat against the movements of my hand, savoring my touch. Finally, the other guys stopped talking (or maybe their girlfriends shut them up similarly to how Keisha had grabbed my attention), and I leaned over and kissed Keisha deeply, while continuing to massage her breast. She wasn't the first girl I'd ever kissed, but she was the first girl I'd ever kissed like that -- with tongues and teeth, and everything else. And her thick black lips made it even more exciting, sending electric jolts all through my body. By the time we finally arrived back home, I had a hard-on in my pants, and nothing to do for it. Over the next few weeks, Keisha and I looked for more opportunities to make out like we had in the car that night, and she would always let me feel her tits. One warm Saturday in the springtime, Keisha called me on the phone. Her parents had to go to a wedding out of town, but she had to work that night, so she hadn't gone with them, and she wondered if I'd like to come over and hang out with her until she had to go to work. She didn't have to ask twice, I promise you. I ran over to her house, and within minutes, we were making out on the couch in the family room, as we'd done many times before. I raised my hand to cup her breast, and lo and behold! She wasn't wearing a bra! I could feel her full breast through the thin fabric of her T-shirt! That was about the most exciting thing I'd ever experienced, and I turned toward her, and began kissing her more deeply, and more urgently, as my arousal grew. After a few minutes, she grabbed my hand and shoved it up under her shirt, so I was feeling her naked breast. So full, so firm, so delightful. I found her nipple and rolled it gently between my fingers, while both of us were breathing heavily. With my free hand, I probed down the back of her jeans, teasing the crack of her magnificent black ass with my fingertip, and that seemed to whip her arousal up even higher. I was painfully aware of my own growing erection. As we continued whipping each other up to higher and higher levels of excitement, Keisha did it. Casually, almost 'accidentally', she laid her hand on the bulge in my pants. No one had touched me there since I got out of diapers, and it drove me wild. I began grinding my groin against Keisha's hand, and she began to grip my erection more purposefully, tracing the outline and gently stroking along its length. She sat up abruptly. Still gripping my erection through my pants, she said in a husky voice, "I want you." "I want you, too," I croaked, my arousal overcoming my vocal cords. Instantly, we were engaged in a flurry of peeling each other's clothes off. Keisha raised her arms so I could peel her shirt off her. Her firm, round breasts were wonderful to behold, the first time I'd actually laid eyes on them. I was mesmerized by the way they jiggled and bounced when she moved, and the chocolate-brown color of her skin was utterly fascinating, with dark, almost purple-gray nipples, and I couldn't help but bury my face in their fullness, nuzzling and suckling them, while Keisha held my face tightly against herself. She stripped my shirt off me, and we embraced tightly. She rubbed her breasts sensually on my bare chest, while we kissed passionately, our tongues probing against each other, and to the farthest corners of each other's mouths. The sensation of her naked skin against mine drove us both to an even higher level of arousal. She moved to straddle my lap as I continued to suckle her. Soon, she was fumbling with the button on my pants and pulling down the zipper. My stiffly erect cock sprung up from its confinement, making a tent in my underwear, with a wet circle spreading from the tip. I raised my hips off the couch so Keisha could strip my pants off me completely, and then she resumed her position astride me, my cock sticking up between her legs. I fumbled with her pants as she began to grind herself against me, and eventually, I got them unzipped. She groaned in frustration and desire when I had her stand up again so I could strip her pants off her. I saw that the crotch of her panties was wet, and I wondered if that was a similar thing to the fluid oozing from the tip of my cock. When Keisha sat back down on my lap, only the thin fabric of our underwear stood between my throbbing cock and her hot, eager pussy. For a while, we ground against each other, still in our underwear. The sensations of her groin rubbing against mine were intoxicating. I could feel my shaft sliding against her cunt-lips, and all I wanted was to be inside her. Once more, Keisha stood up. Looking directly into my eyes, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and silently commanded me to do likewise. Then we both peeled the last remaining article of clothing off ourselves, revealing ourselves completely to each other's open gaze. My eyes were fixed on the triangle of her tightly curled pubic hair, with her puffy brown cunt-lips peeking out. The way that her skin tones blended and changed, from her belly to her hips to her ass, to her pussy, was utterly fascinating to me. I could just begin to see the pink folds inside her. For her part, Keisha looked down at my stiff cock, engorged and throbbing, and smiled. She muttered to herself, "a white one," with a chuckle, perhaps at the irony of our mutual first time being an interracial coupling. She lovingly stroked it for a few minutes, then proclaimed once more, "I want you." Looking again into my eyes, she placed the tip of my cock against her engorged cunt-lips, and then slowly lowered herself onto me. We were both breathing heavily as I felt my cockhead nestle between her pussy-lips, her smooth, wet warmth enveloping it. Then slowly, she continued downward, a millimeter at a time, grinding her hips ever-so-slightly as she worked me into herself. My head was reeling with the sensations of actually being inside a woman for the first time in my life. I glanced down at where our bodies were joined, and I smiled at the contrast of my white cock penetrating her black pussy. When I was not yet all the way inside her, Keisha seemed to stop her downward progress, and grind in place. A small grimace flashed across her face. "You OK?" I asked. She nodded. "It's OK. The first time is supposed to hurt, just a little." "I don't want to hurt you." She smiled at me, and her grinding on my cock started to become more urgent. "It can't be helped," she said. "I want you, and that's all there is to it." With that, she gave a little gasp, and drove herself completely onto me. I felt her pubic bone bumping against mine, and I felt my balls against her ass, while the tip of my cock strained inside Keisha, probing to the deepest reaches of her sultry womanhood. "Ooooohhhh," groaned Keisha, as she ground herself on my erection. "Ooooohhhh, that feels soooo goooood. Ooooohhh, baby, you feel so good inside me. . ." It was my first time, and the sensations of being inside Keisha were rapidly overwhelming my consciousness. I could feel my balls beginning to contract. I didn't want to come; I just wanted to hold onto the incredible sensations inside Keisha forever. But I couldn't help myself. "Keisha. . ." I groaned, and then, with an involuntary primal grunt, I shot my sperm into her. Spasm after orgasmic spasm wracked my body, each one sending a fresh jet of my thick fluid essence surging into Keisha. "Oh!" she cried. "Oh, are you coming? You're coming inside me? Oh, yeah, baby, you're coming inside me! I can feel it! I can feel your cum in me! Oh, yeah. . ." When I had finished coming, Keisha fell forward, and rested herself against my body. We lazily stroked each other, kissing each other deeply and gratefully. "Oh, baby -- thank you," Keisha purred. "Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my first. No one else can ever be my first; I'm glad it was you. No matter what happens, we're connected forever, aren't we?" "Yeah," I drawled in my very first post-orgasmic bliss, "we are. And I'm glad. I don't want to be connected to anyone besides you." We sat together like that, cooing, kissing and stroking each other, my limp penis still snugly inside her, for a long time. Eventually, I could feel myself beginning to get hard again, still inside her. As my erection grew again, I could feel it once again sliding against Keisha's smooth, warm vaginal walls, burrowing into her as it grew, which only served to accelerate the renewal of my arousal. Keisha sat up and looked at me, wide-eyed. "You're getting hard again?" "I guess I am." With that, I began to leisurely thrust up into her again, enjoying once more the delightful sensations that had ended too soon the first time. And the second time, the sensations weren't quite so overpowering, so Keisha and I found we could just keep fucking for virtually as long as we wanted. Besides which, I had 18 years of pent-up horniness; I doubted that even twice in one day was going to burn it out. We fucked until my cock buzzed with a warm erotic glow. Keisha ground her pussy on my erection, while time seemed to stand still. I savored the sensations of being inside her, my cock plunging in and out of her, binding us to each other in the deepest, most intimate possible way, no matter what color we were. Finally, Keisha began to move more urgently on me, rolling her hips and clenching her cunt-muscles on my shaft. "Oh my god," she cried out. "Oh my god, I'm coming! I'm coming on your cock! Oh my god, how incredible! I'm coming on your cock!" Soon, her hips were a blur as she ground herself onto me at a furious pace, moaning and whimpering as she came and came and came. Finally, I couldn't help but give in to my own climax. I leaned my head back on the couch, and sent my cum surging into her again. When we finally came down from our awesome mutual orgasm, Keisha kissed me and looked into my eyes. "Thanks for making me a woman," she whispered. "I will never forget you for this." The rest of that spring and summer, Keisha and I got together for sex as often as we could, which wasn't nearly as often as we'd have liked to. Our opportunities to be alone together in a suitably private place didn't come along every day, or even every week. But the sex we had was always fun and exciting, and as we did it more often, we even got better at it. In the fall, alas, I went away to college. Initially, Keisha stayed at home with her parents and got a job, but eventually, the Great White North just wasn't a terribly happy place for a young black woman, and she left for a place far away, where hers wasn't the only black face for a hundred miles. I couldn't blame her, but I was heartbroken to lose contact with her like that. ***** As the four of us talked over dinner and drinks, I found myself repeatedly having uncanny 'flashes of recognition'. I hadn't seen Keisha in nearly 20 years, but again and again, something she would say, or some gesture, or just the way she laughed, would prompt some long-buried memory, usually to the effect of, 'Wow; that was one of the things I loved about her'. After dinner, there was a live band and dancing. When the band broke into one of our favorites, I grabbed Suzy and headed to the dance floor. "You having a good time?" I asked her. She nodded. "Mm-hmm." "What do you think of Keisha?" "She's sweet. I can see why you liked her. But. . . my god. . . her husband. . ." "What about him?" "He's HUGE! I mean. . ." I chuckled. "How do you mean, Sweetheart?" "Well. . ." she paused, pondering how to say what was on her mind. "The girls are always talking about what big dicks black guys have. Do you think that's really true?" I burst out laughing. "Really?" I asked. "That's what you're wondering -- how big his dick is?" My Old Dark Flame "Well. . . yeah. . ." "Do you want to fuck him?" "NO! I mean, we've never done anything like that. . ." "But you're thinking about it?" "No. I mean. . . not really. . . maybe. . . a little." We danced in silence for a while, my mind running a million miles an hour. It was certainly good to see Keisha again; and I had to admit to myself that I would love to fuck her again, just 'for old times sake', to remember the thrill of our first time together. And there was a part of me that thought it might be fun to let Suzy have a shot at Artis, while Keisha and I watched. But Suzy wasn't usually like this. She could be as lusty and randy as anyone else, and I knew that she'd had her fair share of sexual experience before we met. We'd never swapped or swung, or had a threesome, but we joked about it often. Mostly, it was just a way to excite each other, and keep our sexual edge honed; but in the back of both our minds, (mine for sure, and I was pretty sure Suzy would agree), if the right situation arose, we might be open to actually doing it. And this was starting to feel like it just might possibly become The Right Situation. Since we'd been married, though, I'd never known her to fixate sexually on another guy like she seemed to be doing now with Artis. Was this reappearance of my 'first' prodding her in a libidinous direction? Was it making her jealous? "Mike?" Suzy began again. "Yes, dear." "Do you want to fuck Keisha -- you know, 'for old times sake'?" "There's a part of me that does, yeah. But I'm married to you, and I don't remotely want to put that at risk." "But I've fucked other guys, before I met you. And you've fucked other girls." "Maybe not as many as you think. But yeah." "And my sexual past has never bothered you." "No it hasn't." "So, would it bother you if I had one more guy? One time? If it's just sex, and nothing more? If you got to be with Keisha again?" I laughed. "Suzy, I should probably be jumping at your offer; most guys would, I'm sure. I have my doubts; we're married to each other, which we weren't when we were fucking around in college. But I'll say this - if Keisha wants to fuck me -- big 'if' -- it only seems fair that you and Artis should get to play, too. Let's just see how it goes, and not try to force anything, OK?" My wife kissed me, passionately. "I love you," she sighed. ***** Suzy and I returned to the table, and resumed chatting with Keisha and Artis, catching each other up on where we'd been and what we'd been doing for the past 20 years. After a while, another good dance number came up, and this time, Suzy suggested that Keisha and I should take the opportunity to catch up more 'privately', and she would dance with Artis. No-one objected, so Keisha and I headed to the dance floor together. "It's really good to see you again," I began. "Likewise. You look good." "Thanks." "And your wife is a sweetheart." "Yes, she is." "Listen, I'm sorry about Artis' crass remark." "Oh, I didn't take any offense from it. I mean, what he said is true." "Yeah, I know. And I've never forgotten, for what it's worth." "Just like you promised." "What?" "When we finished making love the first time, you promised me you'd never forget it. I'm gratified that it's still true. Because I've never forgotten it, either. Or you." Keisha said nothing in reply, but laid her head against my shoulder. I couldn't see the look on her face, but she seemed lost in thought. I looked across the dance floor at where Suzy and Artis were dancing. They were a bit of an odd couple -- the top of Suzy's head barely came to the bottom of Artis' chin. They were laughing and enjoying each other's company, as far as I could tell, but there was something odd in Suzy's facial expression, that I couldn't quite read, even having been married to her for 15 years. Then I saw her sneak a quick glance down, toward Artis' crotch, which was rubbing against her belly. Did he have a hard-on? Was she feeling it against herself? Keisha spoke again. "Where are you guys staying?" "At the Edgewater." "So are we! Why don't we go back, and the four of us can hang out at our room for a while?" "That sounds great! I'll see what Suzy thinks." "I don't think she'll mind." No, I thought to myself. I don't suppose she will. . . ***** As Suzy and I drove back to the hotel, we were re-checking our disposition toward the rest of the evening with each other. "Did you and Artis enjoy your dance?" "Oh god, Mike! The man is hung like a horse!" "Really? How do you know?" "I swear, when we were dancing, his hard-on went from below my belly-button, almost up to my tits! And as thick as a salami!" "Do you think he knows you were checking him out like that?" "I think he knew exactly what he was doing, subtly grinding himself against me on purpose, just to let me know. What about Keisha?" "I think she's up for whatever happens. So let's take it easy, and see how things go." "I'm fine with that." ***** We got to the hotel and stopped at our room to change into more casual clothes (that we could easily shed, if the need arose), and grab a couple bottles of wine that we'd brought with us, before heading to Artis and Keisha's room. Keisha greeted us, and welcomed us into their room. Artis greeted me with a Scotch-on-the-rocks. There were two king-size beds, and a 'sitting area' with a pair of love-seat-size couches, facing each other. Artis and Keisha took one of the love-seats, leaving the other one for Suzy and me. The four of us sat and talked and systematically lowered the levels of the wine and Scotch bottles, and the conversation flowed in correspondence to the flow of the alcohol. Soon we were laughing raucously at each other's stories, and feeling very mellow; the more we had to drink, the wilder and more uninhibited the conversation became, quickly taking on a ribald, sexy tone. Keisha turned and looked at me. "Mike," she said, "I haven't seen you in 20 years, and there's something I'm dying to know." "Ask me anything," I answered, spreading my arms wide in alcohol-enhanced magnanimity. She grinned. "That's quite a blank check. . . well, then. . . Everybody here knows (thanks to Artis) that I was your first, and of course you're married to Suzy. But -- how many women have you had sex with in your life?" I chuckled to myself. Clearly, she was meaning to take the evening in an erotic direction. Suzy turned and looked at me, grinning expectantly. "Four," I answered. "Counting the two who are in this room." Suzy wore a bemused look. "I'm wondering," she said, giggling, "who the other two are." "We can talk about them later, if you really want to. But 'four' is my answer." Turning to Suzy, Keisha asked, "How about you, Suzy? How many guys?" Suzy paused, looking thoughtfully at the ceiling. Was she hesitant to tell the real number? Or just taking a while to count them all? Finally, she looked back at Keisha. "Sixteen," she finally said. "Or seventeen. I'm not sure." I exercised all my self-control not to arch my eyebrows in surprise. I knew that Suzy had been a fair bit more sexually-active than I had been in our college years, and that never bothered me. But the size of her number surprised me. I knew that she'd had a few more-or-less-steady boyfriends, which didn't leave a lot of time for too many others. I smiled at my wife. "It seems we could have a lot to talk about later." Keisha laughed. "My number's about the same as yours, Suzy; maybe a little higher -- around 20." Artis was laughing to himself now, his laughter growing slowly from a chuckle to a belly-laugh. Turning to his wife, he said, mock-plaintively, "Awww, baby, you don't want me to say, do you really?" "Come on, Artis," Keisha chided, giggling. "Everyone else told theirs, now you have to tell yours." "Fair's fair," Suzy chimed in. "Well, OK," he said, "but I really don't know, exactly. Somewhere around a hundred, I'd guess; maybe a few more or a few less. I've never taken an accurate inventory," he said with a grin and a chuckle. Suzy looked questioningly at Keisha, who just shrugged and said, "We've only been married for five years. What he did before he got to me, I can't do anything about. I'm pretty sure he ain't tomcattin' on me now." Artis held his gaze on Keisha. If he was stepping out on her, he'd developed a pretty good poker-face. "OK, Suzy," Keisha said, turning again to my wife, "Besides Mike, who's the best sex you ever had?" I shifted in my seat, not totally sure I wanted to hear her answer. "Besides Mike?" Suzy asked, shooting a quick, nervous glance my way. "Do I have to?" "Uh-huh!" Keisha responded. "C'mon -- tell it!" Suzy sighed. "OK, there was this Italian guy who was really sweet and attentive, and really hung, with amazing stamina. That was probably the best. Besides Mike." I shifted in my seat again, then said with a chuckle that I hoped didn't sound too self-conscious, "Well, yes, of course; besides Mike." "Ever had a black guy?" Keisha continued. "There was one black guy," Suzy replied. "But he wasn't half as good a lover as he thought he was. Pretty full of himself." "That's too bad," Keisha replied. Then turning to me, she asked, "How about you, Mike? Besides Suzy, who's the best sex you ever had?" I smiled. "No fair," I protested. "One-third of all my non-Suzy lovers are sitting right here. Fortunately, the true answer is also the 'politically-correct' one -- it's you, Keisha." "Amen to that, brother!" Artis chimed in. "Speaking of 'politically-correct'," I teased him. "But it's true!" he protested. Keisha sat next to her husband, across the room from me. Smiling shyly, she said, "I'm flattered, Mike. And, just for the sake of saying so, of all the guys I ever fucked besides Artis, you're the one I remember best." Suddenly, the conversation hit a lull. For a minute we all sat quietly, then Keisha spoke again. "I don't know what Suzy would think," she began, "but if she's agreeable, could we fuck again now, for old times sake?" Suzy was struggling to contain her excitement. Obviously, she wanted this at least as much as Keisha or I did. "And what are Artis and I supposed to do while the two of you are, um, renewing your acquaintance?" she asked, almost gleefully, darting hopeful glances at Keisha's husband. Keisha laughed. "Whatever you want, girlfriend. Every woman owes it to herself, at least once in her life, to get fucked by a really huge cock. And I promise you, my man has a HUGE cock. Enjoy yourselves." With that, Keisha turned to her husband and kissed him. Suzy turned and gave me a wet, passionate kiss. "Have fun," I told her. "I plan to. You have fun yourself." Then the two women stood up, and each walked across the room to the man who wasn't her husband. Keisha came over to me and straddled my lap, immediately grinding her crotch against mine, much as she'd done those many years before. Even through our clothes, I could feel her slit nestling against my shaft, which was rapidly expanding. I slid my hands up under her shirt, caressing the smooth brown skin of her back, sides and belly, while she leaned forward to kiss me soulfully. I hadn't tasted her thick black lips in 20 years, and I was savoring the memories of the way they seemed to overwhelm and devour my own. Except it wasn't a memory; it was happening live and in real time. I found the clasp of her bra, and unfastened it, leaving it to hang free under her shirt while I lovingly caressed her firm, heavy tits, causing Keisha to groan at my touch. Over her shoulder, I could see that Suzy had already lost both her shirt and her bra, and was dry-grinding Artis with their pants on, while he fondled and suckled the milky-white tits that I knew so well. I stripped Keisha's shirt and bra off her, and she tugged my shirt off over my head, leaving us both naked from the waist up. As we had done that first time, 20 years previously, we luxuriated in the sensations of naked skin on naked skin, black on white and white on black, and she slid her voluptuous tits against my chest, hairier now than it had been that first time. "Mmmmmmm," she purred. "I love this." I leaned forward to nuzzle Keisha's chocolate-brown tits. They really were bigger than I'd remembered them, and I suckled them with great relish, while Keisha groaned and pressed my head tightly against herself. Even as I continued to lick her tits, I slipped my finger inside the waistband of Keisha's pants, fondling and caressing her full, round, ass-cheeks, and teasing her butt-cleft with my fingers, which seemed to pique her arousal. She stood up, and as she did, I stripped her pants and panties off her, leaving her completely naked. Quickly, she pulled me up off the couch, and stripped my pants and underwear off me as well, so we were both naked. We embraced each other tightly, savoring again the wonderful sensation of mutual full-body nakedness. Over Keisha's shoulder, I could see that Suzy had pulled Artis' pants down to his ankles, and was getting her first look at his naked cock. The skin of his shaft was darker than the rest of him, and his cockhead was a throbbing purple-black. It was huge -- nearly a foot long, and thicker than Suzy's wrist. As I watched, she was slowly stroking along the length of it, her hand not coming close to reaching around it, muttering to herself, "oh. . . my. . . god. . ." over and over again. Before I turned my attention back to Keisha, I watched my wife lean forward and stretch her lips around the massive head of Artis' cock, while he gently stroked her cheek and encouraged her. "Yeah, baby," he crooned, in his deep bass voice, "suck my cock. Oh, yeah, baby, that's good. . ." Keisha wanted to push me back down on the couch and mount me, but I had another idea first. I pushed her down on the couch and knelt between her legs. She smiled appreciatively as I leaned forward. Spreading her legs, I could gaze directly into her naked pussy. Her pubic hair was thicker than I remembered it being, still in the same tight black curls. Her dark cunt-lips were swollen with arousal, and the pink petals of her inner lips were in full flower. I could see her erect clitoris peeking out from under its hood, and the rich aroma of her arousal emanated from within her. I savored her scent, laughing to myself that the first time we were together, years ago, I never would have imagined putting my mouth on her pussy. At least I'd learned something in 20 years. I nibbled and nuzzled her inner thighs, moving slowly and inexorably toward her center. I nibbled on her puffy cunt-lips with my lips, and ran my tongue along the delicate moist folds of her inner lips, savoring the musky/tangy taste of her pussy, while she moaned with delight. Slowly, I ran my tongue again and again along the length of her slit, occasionally pausing to probe inside her with my tongue. At last, I moved my attention to her clit. First, I lightly sucked on it, like sucking nectar from a peach, flicking my tongue across it lightly, while Keisha squirmed and writhed at the sensations I was creating in her. Finally, I made broad, ice-cream licks across her clit, which drove Keisha to the cusp of orgasm. She draped her legs across my shoulders, and rhythmically squeezed my head between her thighs, mewling and moaning in a high-pitched voice, until at last she came, feverishly grinding her cunt against my face as she cried out in ecstasy. "Oh my god, Mike, that was fucking fantastic! Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?" I nodded over my shoulder, in Suzy's direction. "Your wife must be a very happy woman." "She seems to be," I replied, smiling as I savored the scent of Keisha's love-juices smeared on my face. ***** I sat next to Keisha on the couch, while she briefly caught her breath. Across the room, Suzy was positioned above Artis' massive erection. I watched as she gripped it with both hands, placing it against her entrance, and wiggling her hips until his cockhead was snug between her cunt-lips. Slowly, she began to impale herself on Artis' long, thick prong, wriggling her hips in little circles to facilitate taking him in. "Oh god," she whimpered. "Oh god, oh god, oh god." Soon she had an inch of him inside herself, and she continued her little wriggle-dance until he had two inches inside her, then three. Her pussy-lips were stretched to their limit around Artis' thick pole, and still Suzy continued to work him into herself. Now she had fully half of his long, thick rod inside herself. "Oh god," she whimpered. "Ohgodohgodohgod." "That's it, baby," Artis crooned to her. "You're doin' fine." Keisha reached over and began lazily stroking my cock as we continued to watch my wife slowly impale herself on Keisha's husband's huge organ. I cupped my hand over Keisha's mound, and began idly stroking two fingers in and out of her pussy, while she clenched her smooth sugar-walls around them. There were only a few more inches of Artis' cock remaining outside of Suzy's pussy, and she seemed to be accommodating him more comfortably now. Creamy girl-cum oozed from her, coating Artis' shaft as she slid up and down on him, and Suzy was no longer wriggling gingerly on his manhood; she was twisting and grinding purposefully, and her plaintive cries of a few minutes before had morphed into lusty groans of pleasure. "Oh god!" she cried triumphantly, "I have never been filled so full! Oh, Artis, you're filling me up! God, what a huge cock you have!" "And it's all yours tonight, baby," he assured her. Incredibly, we watched the last inches of Artis' cock slide into Suzy, his balls nestled against her ass. I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it. Suzy began to squirm and writhe on Artis' massive meat, and before Keisha and I turned back to each other, Suzy was quivering and squirming to a tremendous orgasm. "Oooooohhhh, god!" she cried. "Ooooooohhhhh, god! Never anything . . . like this before. . . Oooooohhhhh god!" "Well, I suppose they're occupied for a while," I said, and quickly Keisha was back astraddle me. She took my cock in her hands. By now, I was as big and hard as I'd ever been, after seeing my wife get reamed by Keisha's husband. "Hope I'm not a disappointment." "How 'bout you don't worry about comparing with Artis, and just worry about making me happy?" Keisha chided me. "Now, put your fine white cock inside me!" "I would be delighted to do that!" "Damn right you would." With that, Keisha held my cockhead against her opening, and slowly, sensually slid herself onto my man-meat, until my entire length was buried in her velvety warm depths. "Aaaahhhhh," she sighed happily. "Very nice. Welcome back to Keisha's playhouse, Mike." "Thanks for having me back." Slowly, Keisha began grinding herself on my cock, and for a long time, we rocked together in our primal mating couch-dance. Keisha's cunt was so comfortable, it was hard to believe that it had been 20 years since my last visit. On and on we mated, like the warm old friends we were, in no hurry to rush to climax, simply enjoying the comfort of each other's bodies. Suddenly, from across the room, Suzy shrieked. "Oh, shit!" she cried, "I'm coming again! Oh my god!" As her newest orgasm crested and began to subside, Artis, gently stroking her face, said, with a grin, "Hang on, baby; we're just gettin' to the best part of the ride." With that, he hooked his elbows under Suzy's knees and cupped his hands under her ass, leaned forward, and stood up, his cock still buried inside my wife. "Oh my god!" Suzy shrieked. "You're not gonna. . . don't drop me. . ." "I never would, baby. You just hang on." And with his powerful arms, he began to raise Suzy up off his massive cock, and slowly let gravity bring her back down on him, driving her even more forcefully onto his cock, her own weight keeping him buried deep inside her. With every thrust, she emitted a guttural primal grunt - "Unngghh. . . unngghh. . . unngghh!" Soon, with her arms wrapped around Artis' neck, she was undulating herself on his pole, and he was rolling his hips, thrusting his massive meat up into her, as she squealed with a sensual delight she had never known. My Old Dark Flame "Oh god, Artis! Fuck me with your huge, black cock! Oh god. . . you're so deep inside me. I've never been fucked like this. . ." Soon, her head was rolling from side to side as yet another orgasm rose within her. "Come with me, Artis!" she panted urgently. "I want to feel your cum inside me!" "You want me to come, baby?" Artis asked. "Uh-huh. I want you to fill me up with your sweet, wonderful cum!" Keisha and I had been happily rocking in intercourse, fondly recalling and re-living our first joining 20 years previously, the whole time, as we watched our spouses fuck each other wildly. We increased our tempo in our excitement at what we were seeing and hearing from the other side of the room. "Okay, baby. You ready?" Artis panted, "'Cuz here I cum!" With a loud, deep grunt, Artis drove his cock up into her, eliciting one more primal scream from Suzy, then let his orgasm go, blasting rivers of his cum into my wife. "Ooooohhhhh, yeah!" Suzy cried out. "Oh, yeah! Look, Mike! Keisha! Artis is coming in me! I can feel it! Oh, I'm so full!" "I see it, Sweetheart! I see it! He's coming in you!" "Ride my man, Suzy!" Keisha chimed in. "Ride all the cum right out of him!" Artis' cock filled Suzy so completely that there wasn't room for much of his cum, and soon it was oozing out of her, dripping down his shaft, onto his balls and his ass-crack, as he slowly lowered himself back onto the couch. Keisha and I were so incredibly aroused by the sight that, within seconds, we were both on the edge of our own orgasms, and she was grinding herself furiously on my cock. "C'mon, Mike. . ." she said, through gritted teeth. "Come. . . with me. . .shoot. . . into me. . ." Desperately, I raised my hips up off the couch as I drove myself up into her again and again, until, with a loud groan, I came, sending my sperm surging into her. "Yeah, baby!" Keisha cried. "Give me your cum! Just like our first time! Oh, yeah. . . it's good to have you again. So good. . ." When she had crested the top of her climax, she collapsed on top of me, and we hugged and caressed each other for a long time afterward, smothering each other in wet, passionate kisses. When we came to, Suzy and Artis were back at it. They'd moved onto one of the beds. Suzy was lying face-down, with Artis on top of her, all but smothering her. Suzy's legs were together, and Artis had his legs spread wide, enveloping her as he drove into her from behind. Suzy didn't have to expend a lot of energy, except to moan in deranged pleasure every time Artis rammed his rigid black rod into her. When Artis increased his pace, grunting with every thrust into her, Suzy's moans transformed into a low, quavering wail, as yet another orgasm washed over her. As the two of them caught their breath, Keisha and I continued to fondle and caress each other's nakedness. When Artis finally rolled off of Suzy, Keisha kissed me and whispered into my ear, "You better look after your wife." Then she got up, walked across the room, and fell onto the other bed from the one Artis and Suzy were on. "Come on, Big A," she purred to her husband, patting the bed beside herself, "Let's bring it on home. . ." Artis rolled over and got onto the bed with Keisha, and soon the two of them were fucking urgently, one more time. I marveled at his capacity to get it up three times, so close together. And I smiled to myself at the thought of Artis' third load of cum blasting into the pool of mine that was already inside his wife. . . I snuggled next to Suzy on the bed where she lay. She was sleeping. I wrapped myself around her, savoring the familiar feel of her naked skin against mine, her familiar smell. I cupped one hand over her breast, and the other over her mound. Gently, I stroked a finger along her slit, probing tenderly inside her, while Artis' cum slowly leaked out of her, around my fingers. In the middle of the night, while Artis and Keisha slept on their bed, Suzy drifted awake, and we made love again as husband and wife. Her vagina had mostly recovered from Artis' onslaught, and she took me into herself comfortably, if not quite as snugly as usual. When we'd both come once more, we drifted off into deep sleep. ***** The next morning, I awakened into groggy consciousness at the pleadings of a full bladder. For a few moments, I stayed in bed, partly out of vacation-induced sluggardliness, partly because I didn't want to leave the naked company of my beloved wife. For several moments, I lay there, gazing in a kind of wonder at her, and the events of the past few hours. It had truly been incredible, watching her get fucked by Artis, and his giant black dick. I wasn't quite sure if I was jealous, but there was definitely a part of me that had thrilled to watch her receive such sexual fulfillment from my old girlfriend's husband, of a kind that she could simply never have with me. I reached over and tenderly stroked her belly, pausing to fondle each of her breasts. I kissed her gently on the cheek, and rolled out of bed, heading toward the bathroom. Keisha and Artis were lying together in their bed. She was lying on her back, the blanket draped across her belly, leaving her full, round, dark breasts exposed. My cock stirred at the sight of her, and the memories, still fresh in my mind, of joining our bodies the night before. I ambled into the bathroom and groggily took my position in front of the toilet, trying to get my morning-wood to relax enough to let me drain my bladder. I was startled when the bathroom door opened, and Keisha popped her head in, grinning. "'Morning, Early Bird!" she chirped. "Hey, what are you doing? Hold on a sec -- let me help." Before I could even process what she might have meant by 'let me help', she was snuggled up beside me, with her arm around my waist. With her free hand, she reached down and took hold of my penis. "Artis loves when I do this," she chortled. "Just go ahead and. . . you know. . . go." It was strange to have someone else handling my penis while I took a piss, but there was something oddly erotic about it. And it was Keisha, besides. I relaxed, and let it flow. "This is so cool," Keisha gushed. She used her fingers to direct the flow of my urine, 'drawing pictures' in the water in the bowl as I emptied my bladder. "You guys have so much more fun peeing than we do; this is the closest I'll get to knowing what it's like. And I get to play with your dick, besides," she said with a grin and a wink. "I got up to take a shower," she continued. "Wanna join me?" I had my doubts as to her reason for waking; she'd followed me just a little too closely into the bathroom for it to have been a mere coincidence. But renewing our naked acquaintance in the shower sounded delightful. "I'd love to," I replied. Keisha started the water running and slipped behind the curtain. I followed quickly behind her, and soon we were embracing tightly, our naked skin slipping wetly across each other's contrasting bodies. I bent down and took Keisha's large, firm, brown breast in my mouth, stroking it with my hand as I slurped wetly on her purple nipple and areola. She held my head against herself and purred happily as I suckled first one breast, and then the other. She reached down between my legs, and began stroking my cock with soapy fingers, cradling and fondling my balls, and then sliding her hand slipperily down the length of my shaft, slowly, over and over again. Soon I was stiffly erect, a bead of pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock, and Keisha smiled in satisfaction at my eagerness for her. I wanted Keisha to be as ready and eager as I was, so I reached down between her legs, cupping my wet hand over her mound, and then tracing slowly along her slit with my finger. Slowly, I pressed the tip of one finger into her, then a second one, rubbing my knuckle against her clit. She was incredibly wet inside -- her vaginal fluid was thick and rich and slippery. "I want you," she breathed heavily, as I continued to finger her cunt. She spread her legs apart, inviting me back inside herself. I placed my knees between hers and crouched down, so my cockhead was grazing against her pussy lips. I gripped my straining erection with one hand, and slowly dragged the tip of my cock up and down along the length of her slit, until she was groaning with arousal and desire. "Put it in me, Mike," she urged me. "I want to feel your hard, white cock inside me!" With a groan, I drove my lusty man-meat up into her warm, wet channel, impaling her balls-deep in one thrust. Keisha raised one leg onto the edge of the tub, and gripped the curtain rod and the towel bar to steady herself as I pounded into her again and again, cradling her magnificent black ass in my hands as I did. The water splashed refreshingly down onto our sexually supercharged bodies as we humped into each other desperately, urgently, virtually throwing our bodies together with wild abandon. At last, I felt Keisha beginning to tense up, and I thought her orgasm must be getting close. "Oh god, Mike," she panted, "I'm coming! Don't stop! Fuck me hard! Fuck me. . ." Then, with a groan, she trembled and slumped forward onto me, as her legs lost their strength. I held her up by my hands on her ass, and had her put her arms around my neck, and in two more thrusts, I was exploding inside her. It felt like all my insides were shooting out the tip of my cock into Keisha as I came. We both slumped onto the floor of the shower, unable to stand, our legs turned to jelly by our orgasms, as the water continued to rain down upon us. After we had both recovered, we got out of the shower and dried each other's bodies, continuing to playfully probe and caress each other. Then we exited the bathroom and walked back into the main room. There we saw Artis laying on his back on the bed, with Suzy lazily rocking back and forth on his cock. Six inches of dark brown meat connected his balls to my wife's pink pussy opening; the rest of him was inside her. I could see her cunt-lips stretched around the full thickness of his manhood. Slowly, Suzy slid herself down Artis' probe until it had completely disappeared inside her again, and only his balls could be seen, tucked against her ass. She sighed with deep satisfaction at having him completely inside herself again. Keisha and I couldn't tell if they knew we were watching them. We quietly sat on one of the couches, where we could watch them unobtrusively. Suzy slid herself forward, and we watched Artis' pole slowly reel back out of her, until she stopped, reversed herself, and reeled him back inside. She was clearly savoring every inch of their coupling, and determined to prolong it for as long as she possibly could. "Oh god, Artis," I heard her exhale, "your cock is just amazing. I've never been filled so full in my life." "And I love your tight, white pussy, baby. Has your husband ever told you that you're a great fuck?" If I haven't, I thought to myself, as I watched her being transported to another plane of erotic bliss, I'm sure as hell gonna start. Keisha and I watched my wife and her husband continue to fuck, on and on, slowly and sensually, and before long, I was hard again, my cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. Keisha lazily stroked it for a few minutes before swinging her leg back over and re-mounting me. "It would be a shame not to get the full benefit of this fine erection," she purred as I entered her yet again. Soon, we were happily mating together once more on the couch, while my wife rhythmically impaled herself on Keisha's husband on the bed. I don't know how long we were all fucking together like that; frankly, time seemed to fade from my consciousness. But eventually, I heard Suzy's voice excitedly rising in pitch, warbling and wailing as one more massive orgasm overrode her control circuits. "Oooooooohhh GGGOOODDD!" she shouted. "Oh god, I'm coming again! Oooooohhhh, it's too muuuuuccchhh. . ." And her body gave itself over to twitching and writhing and grinding on Artis' huge pole, while Artis himself just broke into deep, gleeful laughter as he drove up into her once more, to send another surge of his thick fluid essence into my wife. As we watched our spouses coming on the bed, Keisha and I could feel ourselves cresting our own peaks of orgasm, and in short order, we were coming together, our voices an unintelligible babble of incoherent sounds, as Keisha came, squirming on my cock, at the same time my balls were spasming, squeezing out the last few sperm I had left, into Keisha. When her climax had crested, Suzy collapsed on Artis' chest, gasping and panting to recover her breath. "Oh godddd. . . so incredible. Thank you, Artis. . ." "Oh, baby," he crooned, "you know I had fun, too. Thank YOU." Suzy looked over toward Keisha and me as we struggled to catch our breath. "And thank you, Keisha, for letting me fuck your husband. And you, my husband, for letting this all happen. I had an amazing time." "So did we," said Keisha and I, virtually in unison. "So did we." We all got dressed. Suzy and I returned to our room to gather our things, then we all checked out and went out for breakfast together, where we had much laughter recounting the past several hours together, to the confused glances of some of our fellow-diners. Then we had a last round of hugs, got into our respective vehicles, and returned to our own homes. ***** Keisha and Artis live too far away from us for it to ever be practical for us to get together on any kind of a regular basis -- it's nearly a thousand miles, in opposite directions from our hometown. Which is disappointing, but probably just as well. Maybe again at the next reunion. On our drive home, Suzy and I debriefed each other on the erotic weekend we'd just had with my Old Dark Flame and her man. "Incredible!" Suzy gushed. "What an amazing cock! I thought he might just come right up out of my throat! I have never been fucked like that in my life!" "I'm so glad," I said. "It was amazing to watch you with him, having so much pleasure! I know you could never have anything like that with me. But," I went on, "can you ever be happy making love to me again? You know what they say -- 'once you go black, you'll never go back'." "Oh, not to worry, husband," she reassured me. "You and I share our lives on much deeper levels than just sex." "Yeah, but the sex is important. And it wouldn't be good if you're pining away for Artis' cock for the next ten years." "I know. But I think Keisha was right, at least as far as 'once in a lifetime' goes. It was amazing sex -- really wild, fantastic, incredible sex, yes -- but it was just sex, not a shared life. I can look back fondly on my time with Artis, just like I look back with varying degrees of fondness on the guys I had sex with before I married you." "Like your sweet Italian stud?" "Um, yeah; like him. Anyway, Artis and I are both happily married to other people; my life is with you, and his is with Keisha. I'm certainly not going to leave you for him. And just to be clear -- I love the sex that you and I have together." She continued, "It was nice, I'm sure, for you to fuck Keisha again -- get back with the girl you lost your virginity with. I get that. But you know where your life is, right?" "Absolutely." "And so do I. So, we're good, then?" "We're very, very good. Now, let's talk about those sixteen other guys. . ."