Big Black Birthday Boy

[b]My 18th birthday was a lot of fun. My mother invited all the neighbors from the block even the rich white couple who lived in the old mansion at the end of the road. I had a growing spurt since my 17th birthday and had grown over six inches. So a lot of comments were made about my size and how I had grown. Mrs. Williams, the white lady, came by herself to the party. She said her husband, Mr. Williams, was away on business as usual. She told me she couldn’t believe how big I was and asked if I could come over that week to mow her lawn in their big back yard.

Now I must tell you that I had long fantasized about Mrs. Williams. She is about 35 years old, tall and blond with the best legs and sweetest bottom you could imagine. So I jumped at the chance to be near her. She said that maybe I could swim in the pool afterward. I told her I did not swim very good, but thanked her anyway. She was standing so close to me that I could smell the sweet perfume of her body. Since she was the only white person in the room she really stood out and I watched her as she went to get some more punch from the bowl. Her soft summer dress displayed the fine shape of her ass and the firm roundness of her small breasts. Oh how I used to dream of her at nights, imagining her soft white mouth kissing me all over my hard black body. I often stroked myself thinking of her white naked body, how it would look and feel to be inside her.

During my growing spurt, I had grown in other places as well. I had noticed that my penis was much larger than the other boys at gym class were. They often made fun of me and joked about it in the showers. When I asked my mother about it she told me not worry, that big ones ran in the family and that my father had a large member as well. But when I told her that it was still growing and I was afraid it would get too big, she told me to show it to her. She gasped out loud when I showed it to her. “Well you got nothing to worry about,” she said, “it is a lot bigger than your daddy’s but any woman would be mighty happy to have a man with such a strong body.” Then she got a ruler out and measured it at 8 inches long while it was still soft. She told me to measure when it was hard in the morning. When I woke up the next morning my penis was big and hard as usual. I laid the ruler on top of it and only a little of my pole poked past the end of the ruler. When I told my mom the ruler was to small she just laughed and said not to hurt anyone with that thing.

I couldn’t wait to get to Mrs. Williams’ place the next day. She lives in a big mansion with a pool and a big back yard. The house is at the end of the road and the back yard looks out over the river valley below. You can’t see another house for as far as you can see. There are lots of trees surrounding the yard. Sometimes during the summer, I would sneak up in the tree line and watch her. Her husband was hardly ever around and she seemed to spend most of the time sunning herself by the pool. I would hide for hours and watch her spread oil on her soft skin and lie on her chair next to the pool. Sometimes if I was lucky I she would move the chair just right so I would get a view between her legs. Oh my how I would get excited, my penis would grow and get hard and sometimes I would stroke it right there in the woods while I fantasized about what was between her legs. Sometimes it looked like she would get wet between her legs and she would get irritated and squirm around on the chair like she grinding against something and she would put her bottom up in the air. Then I would get a real good look and I could often see some of her blond hair down there and it looked real puffy and wet too under her suit. I would almost always shoot my sperm all over the ground when that happened. I was hoping to get close enough to see her body real good today.

Mrs. Williams greeted me at the door in her robe and smiled taking my hand she told me that she was all ready for me in the backyard. She pointed to the lawn mower and gas can, which was not too far from her chair by the edge of the pool. She said she had cold lemonade for me if I was thirsty and pointed to a large picture and ice chest by the table.