Just like their Kenyan brothers, Jamaican men have been getting pussy from white women who love black cock but can’t get it at home.

Interracial sex is still taboo in a lot of places, so upstanding white women go to Jamaica when they need to satisfy their black desires. Of course, the men get something out of it too — good pussy in the arms of a rich white lady and some money too.

I’m sure these women are coming back from their island vacations much more relaxed than when they left! Their husbands just don’t realize it was the Rastafarian dick, not the daiquiris that made them that way. IMO, everybody wins!

Do you have any comments on women and sex tourism in Jamaica? Have you ever busted your wife cheating with a black man while she was on vacation? Or are you a woman who has travelled out of the country for sex? I’d love to see a discussion about this. Leave your comments in the comment box!

I thought this would be an interesting quickie video for a Sunday afternoon. I’ll be back on Monday with more interracial porn for ya!

Married White Male Seeks Big Black Dick
Published by terrance via the LGBTPOC listserv

Jeff didn’t always like black guys. He was prejudiced—he admits it. As one of the few white kids at his school in the southeast of Washington, D.C., he fought a lot with black kids and was occasionally beaten up. When he later ran a string of gas stations, he was robbed: A black guy held a gun to his head and pulled the trigger—but the gun didn’t go off.

“Honestly, that experience helped me a lot,” he says. “I used to be very conservative. I didn’t spend much money. Now I enjoy life. I’m much more open. Especially sexually.”

It’s a measure of how far he’s come that Jeff (not his real name), now 40, is telling me this while we’re watching a black guy have sex with his wife, Amber (not her real name), 37, at an interracial orgy. In Jeff’s house. On his bed. The man screwing Jeff’s wife is Branford (not his real name), a 30-year-old massage therapist who’s not holding back—this isn’t lovemaking, this is a proper pounding. Forget Amber—that’s just how Jeff likes it.

The man who arranged tonight’s event, Art Hammer (a name he uses solely for Mandingo parties), started the Florida Mandingo group four years ago, just after his divorce. An enterprising 42-year-old black swinger from Tampa Bay, he has since become the go-to guy when it comes to organizing gang bangs and orgies for couples—the vast majority of whom are white—with a fetish for black men. So it was Hammer who sent the Evites for this “pajamas and lingerie” party and secured the attendance of the guests; it was also Hammer who booked the DJ, paid for the finger food, and brought the “courtesy condoms.” Amber and Jeff just had to open their home. An advertising-sales guy by day, Hammer has done a bang-up job of marketing the Mandingos among the swinger set. The name Mandingo comes from Mandinka, a West African tribe that, in the antebellum South, was prized and bred for strength and virility. (Not that Hammer necessarily has Mandinka roots; he has no idea—”I’m Art Hammer,” he says. “Not Art Haley.”) Mandingo is now a byword for black male sexual prowess. When Hammer established the Florida Mandingos, two other (unaffiliated) groups—the So Cal Mandingos and the NYC Mandingos—were already up and running. Today new groups keep sprouting—in Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland—but Hammer’s is the most prominent, the only Mandingo group invited to host a “Chocolate Fantasy Suite” at N’awlins in November, the second-biggest swinger convention in the country.

“Mandingo” is also the name of a 1970’s blaxploitation flick, set in the antebllum south, that pretty much shares the same theme as the parties

Again, this is not new, and I guess it’s only news because there are now organized theme parties around it. (Hey, wait a minute. I thought gay people were the only ones who had sex parties, or that we at least invented it. What gives? Never again do I want to hear anything about gay men and sex parties) The fetishizing of black sexuality — or, more specifically, black bodies — goes back as far as the first encounters between African’s and Europeans.

The brute stereotype is definitely not new to black men, but in the past it’s always had terrible consequences for black men. The brute caricature portrays Black men as innately savage, animalistic, destructive, and criminal — deserving punishment, maybe death. This brute is a fiend, a sociopath, an anti-social menace. Black brutes are depicted as hideous, terrifying predators who target helpless victims, especially White women. Charles H. Smith, a writer at the end of the 1890s, claimed, “A bad negro is the most horrible creature upon the earth, the most brutal and merciless.”1 Clifton R. Breckinridge, a contemporary of Smith’s, said of the Black race, “when it produces a brute, he is the worst and most insatiate brute that exists in human form.”

The “terrible crime” most often mentioned in connection with the Black brute was rape, more specifically, the rape of a White woman. At the beginning of the twentieth century, much of the virulent, anti-Black propaganda that found its way into scientific journals, local newspapers, and best-selling novels focused on the stereotype of the Black rapist. The claim that Black brutes were, in epidemic numbers, raping White women became the public rationalization for the lynching of Blacks.

The lynching of Blacks was relatively common between Reconstruction and World War II. According to Tuskegee Institute data, between the years 1882 and 1951, 4,730 people were lynched in the United States: 3,437 Black and 1,293 White.7 Many of the White lynching victims were foreigners or belonged to oppressed groups, for example, Mormons, Shakers, and Catholics. By the early 1900s lynching had a decidedly racial character, that is, White mobs lynched Blacks. Almost 90 percent of all the lynchings of Blacks occurred in Southern or border states.

Many of these victims were ritualistically tortured. In 1904, Luther Holbert and his wife were burned to death. They were “tied to trees and while the funeral pyres were being prepared, they were forced to hold out their hands while one finger at a time was chopped off. The fingers were distributed as souvenirs. The ears…were cut off. Holbert was beaten severely, his skull fractured and one of his eyes, knocked out with a stick, hung by a shred from the socket.”8 Members of the mob then speared the victims with a large corkscrew, “the spirals tearing out big pieces of…flesh every time it was withdrawn.”

And there are several other telling little anecdotes in the Details post about the party, including that the Mandingos “have to have at least 8 inches and must have a college degree” (Damn, and here I am without a tape measure!), that the women “resemble Kathy Bates more than they do Kathy Ireland,” and that while they Mandingos aren’t paid for sex they do pay a $75 annual membership while the rest pay $30.

But the most telling tidbit is this one.

“The fantasy goes both ways,” [Art Hammer] explains. “The women get to fuck our guys while their husbands watch, and we get to fuck rich white women, really mutt ‘em out. It works! But people in this lifestyle are affluent—I’m talking judges, CEOs, FBI agents, important people—so before they invite a bunch of black men into their homes, they want to know they’re safe, they’re not going to get robbed, and everyone is discreet. So that’s what I provide—a gentleman in the street and a thug in the bedroom.”

They want to “know they’re safe” but fantasize that they’re not, and perhaps project themselves back to the time when Mandingos quietly made their way into the “big house” while the master prowled around the slave quarters, and everyone pretended — on pain of death, mind you — that none of it was happening. Much in the same way nobody in the Details piece seems to address the obvious power balance at these parties. (Here’s a clue. However empowered anyone else might feel, it belongs to he who owns the gaze. Not in the fucking or being fucked, according to one’s fantasies, but in orchestrating and watching it all take place.)

There’s one more angle that the Details post leaves out, probably because they can’t quite “go there” and without losing some readers (who are probably teetering on the brink of bi-curiosity). What do the white guys do while they’re watching? As soon as saw the Details piece, I thought about this guy whose girlfriend wrote to Dan Savage about his bedroom obsession with black cocks.

19-year-old girl dating a 21-year-old guy. We’ve been dating for a year and a half, love each other dearly, have a great time together. In bed the other night, my sweet boyfriend let me put a vibrator in his ass. He wanted to do it to me, so I told him (invoking some advice I remember you giving) that he could do it to me after I did it to him. Everything was fine until a few minutes before he came, when he started (unconsciously?) muttering something about a “big black man” fucking him in the ass.

I wasn’t bothered initially–fantasies aren’t necessarily actual desires, people say all kinds of weird things during sex, etc. It was only upon further reflection that it started to worry me, because he constantly teases me about wanting a big black man instead of him (nice, white, Jewish). So what’s the deal? Does the whole “big black man” thing stem from penis envy, or is he projecting fantasies onto me? Is this a part of him I need to worry about? Help, please, I’m flipping out!

Freaked Out Female

As usual, Dan Savage breaks it down for girlfriend.

Clearly some chunk of his sexual fantasies (and, sooner or later, his sexual reality) involves big black men. And why would an otherwise straight guy have fantasies about big black guys? Since his fantasies are so clearly rooted in cultural and sexual stereotypes about black men, FOF, perhaps those stereotypes tweak, in an erotic way, your boyfriend’s own feelings of sexual inadequacy. But you’ll have to check with him about it.

If you don’t want him sneaking around your back to realize this fantasy, you’re going to have to come to some sort of workable compromise, assuming you’re not interested in having, say, a three-way with a big black man at some point down the road. I urge you not to take “I may fantasize about big black men but I would never act on this fantasy…” for an answer, FOF. If he’s yakking about these fantasies at 21, he will be acting on them soon enough.

Or maybe not, if he gets an invite to one of these parties and can convince his girlfriend to go.

There’s something about a black man that just really turns me on. I’m a petite blonde girl, big blue eyes and long hair, but to me, a black man is the finest piece of guy out there.

I had this one guy who was really tall, about 6’6”. He had really short hair, not quite fully shaved, but really close-cut. He had the whole broad shoulders and gorgeous muscle tone thing going, a really hot ass and killer smile. I really liked him, and so when he asked me if I wanted to go out to the club with him, of course I was thrilled.
I got dressed in one of my slinky black dresses and high-heeled shoes. I didn’t wear anything underneath, just in case he decided that he wanted more than dancing. When he came to pick me up, he seemed really appreciative of my choice in dress, his eyes of chocolate roving over me as though he really wanted to skip the club altogether.

We hit the club just as things were starting to get lively. He introduced me to some of his friends and we all sat around and had some drinks, then danced a bit. Every time we were on the dance floor together he and I would grind, and I could feel his hard, hot cock under those jeans he wore.

After a couple of hours, we decided that the club just wasn’t kicking any more, so we left to go to his place. When he opened the door, I was amazed at how neat the place was, and he had a cute cat that came right up and meowed to be petted. I leaned down to pet the cat, and then I felt his hand sliding over my back and ass.

Delighted, I turned as I straightened back up, looking him in the eyes. Reaching out, I trailed my hand over his chest, then started to unbutton his shirt. He smiled at me and reached around behind me, unzipping my dress and letting fall to the floor. I stood there naked for him to see.

He reached out and pulled me in, kissing me even as he guided my hands to take off his clothes until he stood there naked, his body cut nicely and his uncut cock reaching for me. He put a hand on the top of my head and gently pushed me to my knees, telling me in his velvet voice to suck him.

These girls are told they are having their porn innitiation (with a white guy) and are nailing 14 inch black cocks and have no idea. Wait til you see these girls flip out when finding out they have been sucking and fucking black dick.

I started by gently pulling back the foreskin and licking around the head a bit, teasing him as I inhaled the musky smell of his body. He smelled like male skin and soap and it was not at all unpleasant when I opened my mouth and tongued his cock as I slid my lips over it. He moaned and I started to put some suction in the mix, using my hands to stroke him as I sucked.

He held my hair out of my face for me as I sucked, and I appreciated his thoughtfulness. But after a few minutes, he pulled away from me, his eyes closed as he took several deep breaths. Once he opened his eyes, though, he smiled and urged me to stand up. Once I stood up, he lifted me in those strong arms of his and carried me to his room, setting me down on his king-sized bed.

He lifted my legs, resting them on his arms as he knelt between my white thighs. Slowly he pushed his throbbing cock into me, and I moaned as he filled me deeper than any other man I’ve ever been with in my life. He started to fuck me slow, his dark skin a sharp contrast against my pale white skin as my hands caressed his chest and then slid around his waist.

After a few minutes, he drew back and started fucking me harder, his hands lifting my legs to rest on his shoulders, his meat pounding into me so hard I thought he was trying to break me in two. He groaned as he pumped, and my fingernails dug into his arms while I held on for dear life, riding this fuck for all it was worth and loving every second of it, crying out in ecstasy every time his cock drove in.

Suddenly he pulled out and stroked his cock for just a moment until his hot cream splashed over my tits. Wave after wave of goo splattered against my skin, and my fingers spread it around as he finished. For a moment, he just knelt there with his eyes shut tight, savoring his orgasm. Then he opened his eyes to smile at me and offer to share a shower.

We hit it again in the shower and met often for fuck sessions before I had to move out of the state. I wonder if he still wants to get together, maybe I could go visit him.

Bill sat at the security desk and passed the evening watching the customer service representatives leave for the day. Of the 200 women that worked there, few had escaped his sex fantasies. At 7:30 everyone was gone. He read the newspaper until 8:15 when the phone rang.

“Security, Bill speaking.”

“It’s Mae, Sugar,” she said with a faint southern accent. “Everyone else is gone. Why don’t you be sure to lock the front door, then come on back here to escort me to my car.”

“Where are you?” he asked. Her big sexy voice was really what got him hot. Mae was a big black woman with a big ass, big tits, a big smile and a big laugh. She was always throwing little sexual innuendoes in as she made small talk, but nothing had ever come of it. Bill got hard just hearing her voice on the phone. He fantasized about her thick juicy lips on his, her warm, electric hands caressing his body. He knew that he was oozing pre-cum already

“I’m in the executive conference room all the way at the back.”

“Be there in a few.” He got right up from his desk and checked the door to make sure that it was locked. He walked quickly to the south end of the building to the customer service area and through the rows of cubes. Finally he reached the conference room. From the outside the room took up half the wall. The wall separating it from the customer service reps was glass, but inside a heavy curtain was drawn shut. From the doorway came a dim light. Bill entered.

Amidst the large leather armchairs and the dark wood sideboards and matching table was Mae. She sat on the edge of the conference table, her shoes off, her feet on a chair. She flashed Bill a sultry smile, and summoned him with her index finger.
He stood before her, unassuming, letting her take the lead.

“I have to admit, Billy, that I haven’t gotten much done in the past few hours.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’ve been thinking, wondering what your pasty white cock looks like and what it will taste like when I suck it, how it’s going to feel when I fuck it.”

Bill shivered. His underwear hurt it was so tight on his cock. There was something completely irresistibly sexual about Mae. It was all attitude. Of the two hundred women that worked there, lots were better looking, but Mae had it. “That’s funny,” he said. Because I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about getting my face into your big black crotch sucking on your pink pussy.”

Mae let out a heavy sigh. “Good thing that we’re thinking alike on this.”

“Yeah,” said Bill.

Mae reached out, grabbed him by the belt buckle, and pulled him forward. She put her arms around his neck, pulled his face to hers, and gave him a long, deep, passionate kiss.

Bill felt as if electricity were flowing through his blood. Her tongue gently explored his mouth, while her hands began to undress him. As they kissed his pants fell to the floor, then his shorts. His cock stood at attention as she played with his balls then began unbuttoning his shirt.

Bill shrugged off his shirt and went for her zipper. Gently he tugged from her nape to the small of her back. Moments later her dress was around her waist.

“Sugar, just a minute.” Mae stood up and carefully removed her dress. Bill’s cock ached from hardness as he saw Mae reveal her black one-piece slip girdle with attached stockings. The bra-straps were wide and padded; the six stocking straps were equally wide. The bodice and bra cups looked bulletproof; Mae looked like a Sears’ catalogue lingerie model.

Bill almost fell down getting his shoes off and stepping out of his pants. Mae sat on the table in her underwear; Bill stood before her in his socks. He reached out, slipped the bra-straps from her shoulders, and freed her massive tits. They were like twin, monster jugs of chocolate ice cream topped with fist-sized globs of hot fudge. Bill leaned forward and began sucking her nipple feverishly.

Mae let out a long, low moan. She entwined her fingers in his hair and pulled his face closer, silently urging him for more. “Yeah Sugar, oh, that’s it.”

While not exactly sure what she wanted, Bill took a guess. He planted one hand on the breast he wasn’t sucking and tweaked her nipple. He slipped the other hand between her soft thighs. She wore no panties; and pussy was wet and smoothly shaven. Bill moistened his middle finger on her juices and slowly slipped it between her love folds. He felt Mae tremble and knew that was going in the right direction. With his thumb he rubbed her clit as wiggled his middle finger in her cunt.

Mae’s ass started bouncing on the table. “Oh Sugar, that’s so good. I want you to fuck me, please. She gently disconnected him from her tits and pussy before climbing on the table and turning around. She was on her hands and knees, her feet hanging off the table, and her pussy exposed for the taking.

“Lick me Sugar, will you? I want your tongue on my pussy.”

“Yeah, you want a licking huh.”

Mae wagged her ass. “Oh baby, yeah. I want you to lick my pussy before you fuck me. You lick me, and I can promise you’ll never regret it as long as you work here.”

“Yeah? That sounds good. How about you lick me at the same time?”

“Oh yeah! I haven’t sixty-nined anyone in a long time. Come on up!”

Bill got up on the conference table and after some maneuvering and shifting they were both comfortable. Her broad, black butt eclipsed the overhead light. He put her arms around her expansive ass and pulled her cheeks apart. Slowly he coaxed her, so that her warm belly was on his chest and her soft, fleshy pussy was planted on his mouth. He licked her hot wet cunt, sliding his tongue deep between her pussy lips and running it to her clit. He heard her moan loudly as she grabbed his cock and sucked it into her warm velvety mouth.

Mae played with his balls as she rimmed the head of his cock. She kept her tongue floating over the slit, around the underside of the head. She stroked him with perfect pressure at the base and ran her fingers up the underside of cock.

He felt her body quiver and her thighs closed around his head. Mae licked him harder and faster. It was clear that she was going to cum and didn’t care if she made him cum too. Bill went with it and licked her faster too. He used his nails and gently scratched the inside of her ass cheeks as he licked her clit and nuzzled her sopping pussy with his whole face. Mae’s body shook then stiffened. With his cock still in her mouth, she continued to suck, but the rest of her was still. Bill licked her clit five more times.

Finally Mae screamed, “OH YEAH!”

Bill kept giving her small sporadic licks on the clit, each one causing her to shiver.
Mae popped his cockhead into her mouth and sucked on the tip as she massaged shaft and balls with both hands. He knew right there that she was going to lick him until he had an orgasm. He relaxed and continued to caress her ass with his hands and nails. She slowly rotated her hips and pushed her ass into his hands to let him know that she liked it.

Bill felt the heat build in his balls. As she licked his cockhead, every tongue stroke sent a jolt of please through his body. Mae fingered his balls then sucked on the tip as if his cum was the ice cream at the bottom of a milkshake. Suddenly, he felt the tremble; his body stiffened and Mae sucked him hard. He quivered with orgasm as she pulled it out of him. When he was done, he licked her clit, giving her another shiver of her own.

Mae got up so that Bill could get out from under him. He sat up and they kissed passionately. She licked her own juice from his lips; he could taste his cum on her tongue.

“Sugar, that was some good foreplay. Are you ready for the nasty?”

“You bet,” Bill replied. Mae got on her hands and knees again, her feet hanging off the edge of the conference room table. Bill walked in from behind. He rubbed her pussy with his hand then wet his cock on it. He heard Mae take a sharp breath. Slowly he eased his plump cockhead into her tight pussy. He stood there for just a moment, and then he began small pumping motions. He couldn’t believe how incredibly tight she was.

Mae moaned. The more Bill pumped his cock in and out, the louder she was. It felt so good to have a man inside. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,” was all she could say.

Bill grabbed her fleshy hips and started pulling her as he pumped. He would let go with one hand and give her wide black ass a smack. He knew she was worked up, but didn’t know how close until her tight pussy got tighter. He thrust deeper so that his balls were wet from smacking her clit. He couldn’t hold back much longer. “I’m gonna cum,” he said.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, Sugar, me too, uh, uh, uh!”

“Uh!” Bill grunted as he came deep inside her. He rocked his hips letting her tight pussy pull his cum out. Afterwards, they embraced and kissed. Her warm massive breasts pushed against his chest as he stood naked and she in her one-piece.

As Bill walked Mae to her car she said, “Wait until I tell the sisters.”

“Tell them? About what?” Bill asked, horrified.

“That the old wives’ tale about white boys being willing,” Mae kissed him passionately on the lips, “and very able to lick pussy is true. You’ll have the sisters lining up every night for some of that.”

“Please don’t tell anyone,” Bill pleaded.

“Sugar, it’s beyond my control. Just think of it as a perk of the job. I know I will.”

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My Little Asian Doll

When I first saw her, it was at my neighbor’s. She was an exchange student, coming to spend her sophomore year of college with my neighbor’s family, while their daughter went off to Tokyo for her sophomore year. She cooked a traditional Japanese meal for the family and some neighborhood friends, and served it in the traditional Geisha outfit.

She was beyond lovely, so tiny, such exquisite manners, so gentle.

I was the first black man she’d ever seen, and she couldn’t keep her almond eyes off me. Her face was painted white and absolutely expressionless, but I could feel her stare on me like a touch.

Later that evening, I got to see her without the Geisha outfit, and it was all I could do not to gasp while looking at her.

She was so beautiful. Golden skin, extremely long straight black hair, expressive brown eyes. A dimple appeared in her cheek when she smiled. She had very small hands and equally small feet. Tiny, pert breasts, small waist, even smaller hips. I probably could have picked her up with one hand.

Her English was perfect. She attempted to teach me to say a few things in Japanese, resulting in musical laughter from her when I tried.

After her host family went to bed, she suggested that we go over to my house so that our conversation didn’t wake them. She said it with the dimpling smile, and frankly, I didn’t know whether she was making a pass at me or not. I couldn’t wait to find out, though.

I showed her around my house. She was fascinated by my king size bed. She slid onto it, dropping her sandals on the floor.

“So comfortable,” she murmured. “Just perfect.”

She lay back, her hair fanned around her and waited. I knelt on the bed beside her and slowly lowered my mouth to hers. I wanted to give her plenty of time to smack me one upside the head if she needed to.

She didn’t. She wrapped her small arms around me and sucked at my tongue.

I couldn’t believe that the delicate beauty that had served dinner with such exquiste Geisha mannerisms was now writhing on my bed sucking my tongue and reach her tiny hand for my crotch.

She connected with me erection and the almond eyes got huge.

“It’s so big!!” she said breathlessly. “I want to see it!!”

I stripped off my clothes and stood naked before her, my pole reaching nearly to the tip of her nose. She examined it, then reached out a trembling hand to touch it.

“I’ve never seen a man with such a big organ,” she said breathlessly. “I do not know whether it will insert in me.”

I did. It was going to insert in her, maybe not all the way, but as much as she could take. I lifted her and took her clothes off gently while she sucked at my tongue, her arms around my neck.

Her body was golden, her small tits high and firm, her waist the span of my hands, her hips slim. The little black patch of fur was curly and natural. She giggled when I moved my finger tips through it.

“You like?” she asked.

“I like. I like a lot.”

To prove it, I laid her on her back, held her thighs up and buried my face in her sweet snatch. It tasted so good. Her juices were hot and flowing, her little clit so hard. I sucked her off and she moaned and shrieked her appreciation.

She couldn’t wait to get her hands on my long, thick ebony shaft. I was so turned on the mushroom head was a dark purple. She examined every inch of it, first with her wide eyes, then with her hands. My precum started to leak and she flicked her tongue at it. She giggled.

“Tasty,” she said.

She licked all over the head while holding on to the shaft with both hands. She tried to fit the head in her mouth, but it was too big. She nibbled on the tip, looking up at me, and began to pump my cock with both her hands. It felt fantastic.

I reached down and fingered my furry, heavy black balls. She slid her eyes to watch me and grinned, my cockhead pressed against her lips. That got her an extra load of precum.

I put her on her back and held her ankles up in the air. I pressed my cockhead against her lips. Against her tiny Asian pussy, my cock looked enormous. I pressed gently, and the head entered her.

She was wide-eyed.

“Oh,” she said softly. “It’s so…big.”

I pressed harder and worked my cock into that incredibly tight, wet box. I moved back and forth, fucking her, each time going just a little bit deeper, until I hit bottom and her eyes flew open. I smiled at her to reassure her.

“You move,” I said. “You fuck my cock.”

She reached down and grabbed my shaft with both hands and began to move. I held her ankles up and watched her fuck herself with my cock. It was incredible. Working it herself, she got it even deeper, her muscles so tight around me.

She came big, once and then again. Finally, my cock unloaded on her, filling her small pussy and then overflowing.

I picked her up off the bed, twirled her in the air and held her upside down, her face toward my crotch. With her thighs on my shoulder and her little feet waving in the air, her pussy and ass were right where I wanted them. I got a finger into her pussy and finger fucked her, getting my slick finger ready. I tapped her pink pucker, then slid the finger into her asshole.

I finger fucked her asshole while I sucked her cum coated clit. She came repeatedly, wiggling in my arms, then reached for my cock, and managed to work it into her mouth and suck the head.

She sucked cock like a greedy whore, and I loved it. I ate her and finger fucked her ass while she hung upside down and sucked my cock, her hands working the shaft and my balls. I unloaded in her mouth, and she managed to swallow some of it.

I dropped her on the bed, intending a little cuddle time, when the doorbell rang. I sighed, threw on a bathrobe, and went to answer it. It was my younger brother, an eighteen-year-old horndog, who was smaller than I am, in every department.

I grinned at him.

“Want to meet a friend of mine?” I said.

I ushered him into the apartment. My little Asian doll looked at him with a lazy smile.

“More fucking?” she said. It wasn’t really a question.

My brother couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough. I lit a cigarette, and settled back against the wall to watch.

He dove on her, sucking her little brown nipples hard, fingering her slick pussy, making her cum a few times, then mounted her, shoving his cock in as deep as it would go.

He fucked her hard and fast, and she went wild, screaming something in Japanese at him, her fingers tight on his ass to urge him on. My brother had incredible staying power, I’ll say that for him, and the little doll matched him with hip thrusts and screaming orgasms.

My cock was hard again and I’d been rubbing it without realizing it. I knelt on the bed next to the little Asian doll’s face and jerked off seriously while my brother continued to fuck her.

Just as he exploded inside her tight cunt, I shot long hard jets of spunk all over her face. She opened her mouth to catch some, and shoved the rest in her mouth with her fingers.

I invited a couple of friends over for the next session, to join my brother and I.

Whether or not she learned anything in college I don’t know. She sure learned to gang fuck black men, though.