The making of a slut for black dick

I first met Emma at my oldest friend Jerrys birthday party the previous Friday, See http://stories.xnxx.com/sex_stories_may_2005/making_an_old_man_very_happy.php for the story of that meeting and consider it part 1 to this adventure.

Now it’s Monday and a public holiday, I’d invited Emma over for a barbecue because she seemed eager to have some fun with my boyfriend.

Paul was in the back garden firing up the charcoal when Emma arrived. I rushed out to meet her and held the car door open. Her long and slender, tanned legs emerged. Wearing lemon yellow high heeled shoes and a matching short dress she looked so elegant and very sexy. She stood, held out a hand and took mine, pulled me towards her and we kissed. Her tongue pushed between my lips, probing my mouth. One hand snaked around my waist while the other slid down the front of my stomach. I pulled her lithe, warm body to mine and our kiss deepened, became more passionate. A long minute later we broke apart and I invited her into the house and meet Paul. We turned to walk up the drive, Paul was standing at the doorway, watching. He came striding towards us with a beaming smile of welcome on his expressive face, his eyes glittering with a powerful lust. Emma stopped in her tracks, tugged me towards her and whispered in my ear “he’s black”

I was stunned, surely she’s not racist, if she starts getting funny with him, she’s out of here faster than a kick in the ass can carry her. I snapped “Yes he is… and he’s my boyfriend”.

“I’ve never been with a black guy, is it true what they say?” she whispered.

“Ask him. Emma, this is Paul, Paul, meet Emma. Emma wants to ask you a question”

“Oh…“ She stuttered, suddenly coy and shy, her ears and cheeks rapidly turning red with embarrassment just like Friday night when the crowd of partygoers applauded our antics. “Err… hello Paul, err…what I…look, oh I’m sorry, I’ve never actually err….

Paul responded in his easy going ‘doctors manner’, “I don’t bite…Unless you want me to, what was it you wanted to know?”

She looked him in the eye and blurted out “Is it true that black men have huge dicks?”

As Paul was replying he was pulling down his zip “I don’t really know, I guess there are some big, some small” at this point he flipped his magnificent circumcised member from his trousers and continued “and some an average ten inches like this”.

I gave him a sidelong glance and thought ‘I’ve told you fifty millions times not to exaggerate, you know damn well that it’s only just over nine and three quarters – on a good day’

Paul has a way of inviting people to look deeply into his eyes when he speaks with them. In the sight of a pretty girl, his eyes sparkle with desire. Girls usually take it as an inviting and comforting warmth and are drawn into his eyes so Emma was looking in exactly the wrong place. The sudden movement of his hand and dick flopping out of his trousers drew her attention downwards. “Oh my God!” she screamed like an over excited schoolgirl, she looked at me. “It’s huge, can I touch it?”

She knelt and took Pauls magnificent weapon in hand before I could say “Don’t ask me, ask Paul”. I was very relieved. The sudden burst of anger she had caused evaporated in that instant

Emma crouched in front of my boyfriend looking up into his eyes while she held his shaft in one hand and rubbed the glans with the other. Paul instantly reacted and within seconds he was erect. Holding his shaft upright she began running her tongue from where his dick emerged from his trousers right up the tip, she swirled her tongue for a second or two and then back down.

This was happening out on the front garden, my place is pretty secluded but there is a little traffic passes and I could hear a car labouring up the hill, I said. “Now you’ve been introduced I think we should go inside before you draw an audience”.

“Oh, yes, sorry” Emma looked around and realised where she was, another flush of embarrassment, perhaps memories of last Friday again and the crowd that gathered to watch us, she stood up.

“Spoil sport” Paul reproached.

As we walked into the house, I notice that Paul had not put his dick away and the car was pulling into my driveway. “Nice out, isn’t it Paul? Put it away before everyone sees it”

He looked over his shoulder, “It’s Lissa and Ahmeed, shouldn’t have used Lissas car, your hill’s too steep for it”. He waved them to come on in.

There was another round of (less intimate) introduction. I though Emma, being bi, would be smitten with Lissa who is a very pretty Vietnamese woman with a slim waist and nicely rounded curves in exactly the right places, long, (almost to her waist) flowing smooth jet black hair and sexy as sin, Pauls ex girlfriend, currently with Ahmeed and also bi-sexual. But Emma seemed to be fascinated by Ahmeed, she was obviously undressing him in her minds eye. He is big, intimidating, very well muscled, with broad shoulders and a fairly slim waist, and with bulging, rippling biceps that his tight T-shirt only accentuated, perhaps sculptured would be a more accurate description. He has the most wonderful patterns of interwoven tribal markings on his cheeks, arms, chest and back that just beg to be traced with delicate fingers. His face can only be described as pure African, with a broad nose and very thick lips. His head is shaved and his skin is a deep (almost blue) black. His voice a deep and gentle rumble with a heavy mid African accent. Oh and Emma does not know this yet but he has the most enormous penis I have ever seen, and I’ve seen a few big dicks. Paul is not small by any means but Ahmeed is at least twice as thick and a good mouthful longer.

Lissa took Emma by the hand, “Don’ worry ’bout ‘im” she said “’e ‘ere only to show off muscle, ‘e look good on my arm, maybe later ‘e look good on you”. She chuckled as she led Emma through to the patio.

Paul said “So that’s who helped you collect all that charity money on Friday”, he grinned a mischievous grin “she’s beautiful, gorgeous, corn blond, honey skin with the body and legs of Jade Hsu, hmmm, nice, you really know how to choose a girl for me (laugh). She looks late teens, are you sure she’s 20?”

I grinned as I answered, “That’s what she said and Jerry confirmed it”, I was smiling because Jade Hsu is Pauls dream girl, more than once we have been fucking and he uttered her name, much to the amusement of both of us. “Ohhh Jade” I mimicked, we both burst out laughing.

Ahmeed stared at us, at a loss to know what was so funny, he growled “I had no breakfast so can we eat first, hope you’ve got a whole cow cooking”. We went out into the garden to see how the charcoal was coming on…

…After plenty of good charcoal broiled food and cold juice…

(Sorry, no alcohol, I don’t object to people having a drink it’s just that I like to be in full control of my faculties and I don’t see the point of pickling my brain cells and liver so it’s something that I never think about buying in. I suppose it makes me a bad hostess but my visitors never complain.)

…While the guys where tidying up, taking the used plates into the kitchen, Lissa, Emma and I decided to put on a show for their entertainment. We played it cool until they had finished their chores, returned to the garden and made themselves comfortable. I stood, followed by the other two girls. We flaunted ourselves in front of them, stroking our bodies, offering our breasts to them and slowly, enticingly we began to strip. None of us had much in the way of clothes to remove anyway and apart from Lissas split silk dress the tight summer clothing was not designed for taking off seductively so it was a task for all of us to make our striptease exciting.

Naked except for our shoes Lissa and I turned to Emma and began to caress her. We fondled her small, firm breasts, stroked our hands over her slender body, thighs, buttocks and that mound of corn blond hair. We licked and kissed her neck, shoulders, breasts and belly. We worshipped her body with ours. Slowly we eased her over to lie on the grass. I kissed Emma on the lips, massaged and kneaded her breasts, rubbed her nipples between my fingers until they were hard and erect. I took a nipple between my lips and sucked and nibbled until she gasped then moved my hand down to her sex and felt Lissa nuzzling between her legs. I opened my eyes to see that Lissa was working wonders with her tongue on Emmas clitoris. I pulled away from Emma and shuffled round to straddle her head then lowered myself to her mouth. Emma eagerly began to lick me, flicking her tongue up and down parting my labia then pushed her tongue into me, clamping her wide open mouth to me and sucking.

Lissa swung around without taking her head from between Emmas legs, lifted a leg over Emmas body and pushed herself up to meet me. I folded my arms around her legs, leaned forward and began to eat Lissas juicy cunt, gently nibbling her labia and pushing my tongue inside her, she was open and very wet, I could taste semen, she’d already fucked Ahmeed today.