Interracial Erotic Stories

To his very vocal approval, Lisa grabbed his cock just below where the condom covered him. She used the tip to start stroking the outer lips of her cunt. "I want to feel that black cock of yours from inside," she said with a moan. "Fuck my wet pussy with your big, black cock." Lisa let herself sink on to Ron's hard on. Alternating moans with calls for Ron to fuck her, she bounced up and down in his lap. Her white hands steadied her body with a firm grip on his black shoulders. Bill reached over and took hold on one of her breasts. "Oh, yeah. Play with my fuckin' tits, you black bastard." Encouraged, Bill began to massage the breast in his hand. She took her hands off Ron's shoulder and placed them right next to where they touched his thighs. She arched her back and let out an incoherent moan from deep inside. Bill lowered his mouth as he raised her nipple up to meet his lips. Not able to bounce as high because of her position, Lisa began to use a more rapid rhythm on Ron's dick as Bill sucked at her breasts. Ron bent his head to her free breast. She gave a little girl squeal of delight. "Yes. Yes," she chanted with her bounces. "Use me. Fuck my white whore cunt." With a grunt and a mighty "oh my God," Ron grabbed Lisa and held her down by the shoulders. Several repeated spasms passed up and down his body in ripples beginning where he and Lisa joined. The flat muscles of his stomach rippled, and his hips thrust up to Lisa driving his whole cock into her. As Ron slumped back in the afterglow of his cum, Lisa spun on her knee. She came to rest over Bill facing out towards us. She took hold of his cock and positioned it at the engorged lips of her cunt. With a back and forth motion, she dragged it over her pussy and across her clit. She pulled it back and slowly sank over and onto it. Lisa moaned as she eased into Bill's lap. She rested for a moment at the bottom of his shaft before beginning to make an easy rotation of her hips. She looked over to us sitting of the couch. She licked her lips. I just love your big, fuckin', black cock." She winked in our direction. "It feels so fuckin' hot in my white pussy." Lisa began to rock on Bill's cock, leaning somewhat forward so that it moved slightly in and out of her cunt. Bill wrapped his huge black hands around her waist. He lifted her white body almost completely from his dick and pulled her back to his body. The sudden jerk caused her to let out a loud squeal. It turned into a loud plea that Bill start to fuck her. He obliged, jacking her up and down on his cock. The powerful muscles rippled spasmodically beneath the glowing ebony of his skin with their lifting and pulling of the groaning white woman. Her brown hair flew around her head like a movie picture of a woman riding a horse. Her naturally red lips formed an 'o' shape, as she began to gasp in short, raspy breaths. Bill released a loud grunt each time he slammed Lisa into his body. "Fuck the white bey-atch, nigga." The last word broke my hypnotized state. It is something that I've learned to react negatively to when I hear it. Just because a person of colour uses it doesn't make it right. It took me a moment to recapture my awareness of what was happening with Lisa. Her eyes were beginning to glaze over and her gasps had turned into a long series of hiss-like yeses. She fought against Bill, trying to create a more rapid rhythm for their fucking. His strong arms held fast to their own pace. Just as Lisa let out a long wailing shriek, Bill shouted out, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Bill held Lisa tight against his body. His face formed a wince as he filled his condom with cum. Lisa's eyes rolled behind her head. "Yes," she began chanting in a loud voice. "Yes. Yes." For a moment following Bill's last grunt, the two of them stood motionless and attached. Lisa leaned even further forward with hands resting on the floor. Bill lay draped over her, taking in and letting out air in huge puffs. Lisa craned her head around to face Bill. They touched lips. "Thanks, baby." "My pleasure, Lisa," said Bill in his deep bass voice. "I could tell." Lisa looked over to the three of us sitting on the couch. "And now I want more." Lisa moaned as she lifted herself off Bill's still hard cock. She stood and walked over to those of us sitting on the couch. Her thighs glistened from the juices spread by the fuckings she had just received from both Ron and Bill. She stopped in front of Jimmy and glance at his bare, black rod. "Jimmy," she said with exasperation while reaching for the pile of condoms. She picked up one and tossed it to him. "If you want to get into the game, you need to suit up." As Jimmy struggled with the foil package, Lisa stood in front of George and turned away from him. She settled back into a sitting position. George angled his dick at the lips of her waiting pussy. With her hands on the back of the couch, she held herself waiting, only the tip of the dark chocolate coloured tool touching her. He dragged his cock head back and forth along her furrow, trying, I guess, to tease her into impaling herself onto his dick. Her arms remained locked and held her steady in the twister like pose over his body, and she pulled herself up and out of the way of his probing cock.