Interracial Erotic Stories

Looking over at Joy fucking another man was always a thrill. She was on top of Rob, sitting upright and grinding. I knew that she was also milking his cock, based on Rob's open-mouthed look of pleasure. Joy had nice pussy muscles, and often would sit on me and watch while her muscles sucked the cum from my balls. She never looked at me, though. As much as she loved fucking Rob or Steve, she hated seeing me fucking their wives. And right now, Rob's wife Simone was sitting on my cock, sliding up and down in a very pleasurable way. Simone was 98 pounds of chocolate dynamite. We had approached her and Rob because they were friends and because Rob had a nice large black cock. Simone's fucking skills were an unexpected delight. She was vocal during sex, telling me what she was going to do, then doing it. There were no games to Simone. She loved fucking on her terms. She also liked kissing. That pissed off Joy, to see other women kissing me, but Simone loved kissing. She liked to lean down on me, push her soft lips to mine, then jam her tongue into my mouth, all the while thrusting herself back to meet my cock. This time, she put her hands on my chest, and leaned in close to me. She didn't want to kiss, she wanted to talk low enough that Rob and Joy couldn't here. "Cum in me," she said. "I will, soon enough." She smiled. "Do it now. Cum." "What's up baby? Don't you want to get fucked more? You know, make it last?" "Mmmm, it does feel good," she answered. "But I want that wife of yours to clean me out." That was part of the deal. We swapped wifes and fucked in the same room. To make it more interesting, there was a side bet. The wife of the man who came first would have to go down and clean up after her husband. Basically, that meant she'd eat the other woman, tonguing out the cum until the other woman came from the attention. I was always excited watching Joy eating pussy. That mental image usually was my downfall, because I would cum thinking about it. Simone was even more special, since watching my pale blonde wife eating a delicious black woman like her was exciting. I know Joy doesn't love giving another woman head, but it doesn't look that way. Joy always made her female lover cum hard. It was exciting to watch. "Damn Simone, don't say things like that." She knew what it meant. "What, don't say I want to sit on that bleached wife of your's face? Give her some nigger cunt?" Simone always used the n-word, which perplexed me. She said it because it was taboo, but it made me uncomfortable. And a bit excited, to be sharing her taboo. "Yeah, don't say that." "OK, then how about I don't say I want to watch my big strong black husband shoving his meat up her baby hole?" Wow, I admit that was hot too. When Rob got going, Joy reacted wildly. She simply loved having his cock buried in her pussy, stretching her like I don't. I don't have an inferiority complex, but watching my wife enjoying so much pleasure was an erotic sight. "You are too fucking nasty," I said. "Oh, I'll show you nasty," she said. She pulled off my cock, and slid forward to grind it on my face. I was surprised but instantly buried my tongue into her gaping pussy. Her lips laid wetly on my cheeks as she humped my mouth. I felt myself rising to orgasm, because I just love eating pussy. More than fucking, I love eating pussy. "Hey, no fair," I heard Rob say in his deep bass tone. "Get off that man's face!" Both Rob and Joy knew how much I loved eating pussy, and that Simone was using that to make me cum faster. Grudgingly, Simone complied. She pouted at him while she settled back onto my cock. Then she leaned forward again, and told me, "Now, imagine I am going to do that to your wife. And my nigger cunt will be oozing your whitey sperm. And your wife will moan like you just did. She loves eating women, doin' the nasty lezbo shit." To seal the deal, she throbbed on my cock once or twice. I knew it wasn't true, at least the part about her loving it wasn't. But I did picture Simone grinding away on Joy's face, and I had heard Joy moan before while eating pussy. It was too erotic for me to hold back. I began to cum in Simone, while she smiled and cooed encouragement. She even reached back to squeeze my nuts so that I would give her every drop of cum I had. I soon was reduced to a panting blob of pudding, or so I felt. I was completely drained. "Skootch over baby," Simone said. Rob and Joy had noted I was cumming and it was time for Joy to assume a spot on the bed. I slid over, my shrinking cock still plugging Simone. Joy cast a disgusted look at me for my lack of control, then sat on the edge of the bed. She layed back, splaying out her blonde hair onto the mattress. She liked playing up her pale blondeness as much as Simone liked playing up her darker hue. There laid Joy, her legs off the end of the bed. Simone lifted off my cock and moved quickly to sit on Joy's face. The moan of pleasure Simone made when Joy began tonguing her was singularly erotic. She did love my wife's tongue.