Long Distance – You Little Tease You

My name is Shakira, and I’m addicted to white
cock.

Okay, to be fair, let’s start with descriptions of both
myself and Bruce. I am by no means a small woman. I’m
5’6″ tall, weigh in at around 286 lbs., and have 48D
breasts. My skin is slightly darker than caramel,
closer to mocha. I have shoulder length dark brown
hair. I wear black-rimmed glasses, and behind them are,
as I’ve been told, the sexiest almond-shaped-almost-
chocolate-brown eyes that were created.

Bruce, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He
stands about 5’11” and is maybe half my size. He has an
average build, no more/no less. He’s white, and maybe
has a slight tan. His hair is light/medium brown and
cut really short, close to his head; and it’s really
soft. To top it off, he has the bluest eyes I have ever
had the pleasure of staring into.

We first met online and became instant friends. As with
most internet friendships, we began online and
eventually graduated to telephone conversations. The
first time we met in person, we went on a normal date.
He came to my college dorm and took me to the movies.
We saw “Erin Brockovich” way after the rest of the
country did—that’s how slow the town of Meadville is…
But I digress. We watched very little of the movie for
looking at each other almost the entire time. However,
he was a perfect gentleman-he didn’t touch me in a non-
platonic way.

After the movie, he took me back to my dorm, and before
I got out of his car, he reached over and gave me the
tightest hug I had ever received. It was nice. That was
the end of the date. I honestly didn’t think I’d ever
see him again. We’d mutually decided that things
probably would not work out between us, being that we
lived as far away from each other as we did, and the
fact that we were different races was a factor as well.
Yet somehow, the fact that we were different races was
also a curiosity to us both, I later learned.

Now fast forward a year. I had my own room, no
roommate. Bruce and I had continued chatting online,
with no hint that getting together for another date
would happen. One day, out of the blue, we started
talking about sex more and more. It got to the point
where we were actually taking about hooking up for that
very purpose. One day, we did.

He called and said that he wanted to come down from
Erie to see me. After some discussion, I gave him
directions to my new dorm and told him to knock on my
window when he got there (I lived on the first floor).
It seemed like an eternity passed before I heard a
light tap on my window. I looked out and there he was.
I motioned him towards the door to the dorm and let him
in. I led him to my room where I closed and locked the
door as soon as we entered.

I turned to him and he hugged me so tight that I
couldn’t breathe. He was very strong for such a small
guy. Eventually we broke apart and began touching each
other. Bruce remembered that I’d mentioned that my
nipples were my “hot spot”, so he began touching me
through my t-shirt.

While he was up to no good, I started some trouble of
my own by rubbing his already-hard cock through his
pants. (It was nice to know that I had that kind of
effect on him, seeing as that that was only the second
time he’d seen me in person and the first time that
we’d touched each other in a sexual way… Hell, it
turned me on.) He began undressing himself. As he was,
I turned off all the lights.

The room was slightly illuminated by the streetlight
outside, so I could still see him as he lay on the bed.
I quickly undressed and joined him. He gently touched
me all over as I began my exploration of his body. I
stopped when I got to his dick-it was bigger than any
one I’d ever seen and the 2nd one I’ve ever touched in
the flesh. I asked how big it was. He told me it was 8″
long and like 6″ around. The only thing that went
through my mind was “WOW, that’s bigger than my black
boyfriend.”

I began licking it all over, taking care to gently suck
the head whenever I got to it. Eventually, I started
taking him more fully into my mouth, sucking harder as
I went down. I’m sure I got 5 1/2 of his 8 inches in
before I felt like I was going to gag. I eased my way
back up to the head and licked and sucked on it gently
before repeating my earlier motions.

His moans were like music to my ears. They, as well as
the contrast of my brown hands on his white cock, made
me move faster. I kept going until Bruce suddenly
stopped me. He said that he needed to be inside me. He
had me lie on my back and spread wide while he put on a
condom. When he moved between my legs, the look in his
eyes made me gasp inwardly. The look was one of pure,
wild lust.

He looked deep into my eyes while he eased that thick
white cock of his into my very tight, wet black pussy.
Looking down between us—the sight was awesome. The
contrast of white against black made me wetter than I
had ever been before. I could feel every inch as he
eased into me. Once he bottomed out he stilled, letting
me get used to his size.

Honestly, my pussy never felt so full. I could feel my
vaginal muscles gripping that massive white snake
inside of me like a tight glove. And I knew that it was
not about to let go until he was completely drained of
his love juices. After what seemed like an eternity, he
began to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder.
With every thrust, I damn near screamed.

To minimize the chance that I might wake the other
girls in the dorm, Bruce kissed me ferociously to keep
me quiet. I eventually quieted down, and he continued
fucking the shit out of me. At one point he began
sucking my nipples, which undoubtedly drove me wild.

Soon, though Bruce had other ideas for me. He told me he
wanted to fuck me doggy style, which happens to be my
favorite position. I got on my hands and knees and
presented my big ass to him. He took a cheek in each
hand and, without warning, RAMMED his cock back into my
pussy. He hit my cervix so hard, I literally screamed
into my pillow from the sensation it produced; more
pleasure than pain. He began thrusting slowly, picking
up speed as I moaned.

Eventually he was fucking me hard and deep, hitting my
cervix and squeezing my soft ass with every in-stroke.
He gripped my waist tightly and began pulling my ass
hard against his as he continued jackhammering his
white cock mercilessly into my tight black pussy. “Oh
my God, Shakira,” he moaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I heard him clearly but I never responded to him. I was
too busy screaming so loudly into my pillow—I’m sure
that only Mark could hear me. I was cumming so hard and
I came so many times that I nearly passed out. I may
have, because the next thing I knew, I could feel
Bruces’s cock expand and grow harder. Then I felt the
heat of his cum as he filled the condom deep inside me.
That triggered yet another massive orgasm in me. I was
so tired after that.

As soon as Bruce pulled out of me, I collapsed to the
bed. Bruce however sat on the edge of the bed, looking
for his socks. He left shortly thereafter. He had to
get back to Erie for he had class the next day. And we
resumed our online chatting relationship, but things
were way different. We never discussed repeating that
day but somehow I knew that I’d see him again.

A year after our first sexual encounter, Bruce came back
to Meadville. This time, there was no question as to
what was to go on. The odd thing was that we sat on my
bed for almost an hour, talking, like we were complete
strangers. Let me tell you, it was a very awkward
situation.

Eventually we got around to the good part. Bruce stood,
pulling me up with him. Without speaking, we both
decided to leave the light on this time. (The first
time, we did it in the dark because I was ashamed of my
body.) I had a small lamp that I left on, and we used
the light that was coming in through my window—it was
early on a Sunday afternoon.

We looked into each others’ eyes, and finally he kissed
me. At first soft and slow, then more demanding. At the
same time I was working on unfastening his pants. Once
that was done, I broke the kiss and got down on my
knees in front of him. I was anticipating what I’d see
once I worked his pants and underwear off.

I really didn’t get to see his cock before it slapped
me on my face lightly as it was released from the
confines of his tighty-whities. I immediately took it
in my right hand and stroked it while I rubbed the head
of his cock against my lips, tasting the saltiness of
his pre-cum.

I planted feather kisses all along the length of his
cock before gently sucking on the head while running my
tongue along the underside. Mark moaned and told me,
“God Shakira, you do that like you really love my cock.
It feels so good.” Rather than respond, I looked up at
Bruce and stared into his beautiful blue eyes as I
worshipped his beautiful white cock with my mouth and
tongue, literally driving him crazy.

As I took more and more of his thick white cock into my
mouth, I sucked harder and got it even wetter. When I
could take no more in, I hesitated before I pulled back
a little, and then Bruce took over for me. Gently
holding my head, he drove his cock in and out of my
mouth excruciatingly slow, not letting me have any real
control (and I loved it).

He’d withdraw until only the head was in my mouth and
let me lick it, and then shift back in until he touched
the back of my throat. The only sounds in the room were
my soft, muffled moans and him saying, “Oh yeah,
Shakira. You are the best at sucking my cock.” After
some time, my knees and jaw were getting tired so I
resumed my stroking.

As I looked into his eyes again, I could see that the
feel of my soft hands on his cock, now drench with my
saliva, as I stroked it was causing his lovely blue
eyes to roll constantly. He quickly grabbed my hand to
help me up and told me, “If you’d jerked me any more, I
would have ended up shooting my cum on your face. But I
have a better place to put it instead.”

Once I stood up, our lips met in a feverish kiss and
our faces mashed together. He was naked but I was way
overdressed in my shorts and white t-shirt. We quickly
resolved that issue—I finally undressed for him. The
moment my breasts came into view, Bruce took one into
his hands and literally attacked the nipple, knowing
how sensitive they are.

I felt my knees buckle at the first touch, and somehow
he managed to hold me up long enough to get my shorts
and panties off. Releasing my nipple, he led me over to
my tiny twin-size bed, got in and lay on his back. His
white rod was pointing to the ceiling. I wasn’t so sure
about the prospects of getting on top of him. After
all, I was a big girl and he was like half my size. But
he assured me that he wouldn’t break and to get over
there before he came to get me.

I looked at him with another question on my face. He
wasn’t wearing a condom. When I inquired, he told me,
“Don’t worry, Sweetie, I have one to wear. But first, I
want to feel that sweet black pussy on my cock and get
it ultra wet before I slip the condom on me.”

Satisfied with his answer, I climbed aboard and assumed
the cowgirl position. This was a first for me for I had
no idea what to do. Bruce was so sweet and patient with
me. He had me lift up just enough to aim his cock at my
opening and said, “Sit down. Slowly.” It had been a
long while since I had sex with my boyfriend, so I was
incredibly tight.

Once I started to lower myself on him, I realized how
wet I really was. It wasn’t until then that I learned
just how excited I’d gotten from sucking Bruce’s cock. I
could hear Bruce moaning beneath me and I was exhaling
the whole way down. When I hit bottom, I felt our pubic
hairs mingle. And I almost came right then. His cock
was touching places I never knew existed in me. Once
again, my pussy felt full unlike it ever did.

I placed my hands on his chest and seeing the contrast
between our skin colors turned me on even more. I began
to rock a little and getting used to the size of his
pale invader. Soon I was bouncing on him while he was
holding on to my breasts, rubbing his thumb across my
nipples. That drove me so damn wild. Suddenly, he
stopped me. I thought that I’d somehow hurt him, but
that was not the case.

He told me that he didn’t want to cum in me, and
definitely not so soon. I started to tell him that I
was on the pill but decided to keep it my little
secret. At least for now. So I eased myself off of him
and watched as he quickly put on a condom. I lay on my
back and he got in between my spread thighs. I stared
into his eyes and then looked between us as he eased
his cock back in me.

The sight of that sent me into an almost constant
orgasm. There was no way for me to muffle it then, so
Bruce began to kiss me to keep me as quiet as possible.
I locked my legs around him as he began to move with
long, slow strokes. I was wild beneath him, meeting him
thrust for thrust, trying to make him move faster. But
he kept his slow pace.

He obviously had other plans for me. He teased me until
I was crying and practically begging him to fuck me
hard and fast and deep. “OH MY GOD Bruce, your dick
feels so fucking good in my pussy. Please fuck me. Fuck
me harder, baby. Stop teasing me with that dick.”

I was relieved when he did. He put my legs on his
shoulders and began to fuck me with wild abandon. I
could feel his hard cock slamming into my cervix. I
could hear the sounds that we made: our moans (and my
gibberish), our skin slapping together as his balls hit
my very wet pussy, and the squish of my juices with
every thrust.

I could feel my orgasm approaching quickly—it started
in my feet and went straight to my head. I didn’t want
to scream, so I either bit Bruce’s shoulder or buried my
face in his neck. I did anything that I could do to
avoid alerting my neighbors. And came HARD. Bruce wasn’t
too far behind me though. After hearing a loud moan
from him, I felt his cock expand and get harder and
then all I felt was heat as he filled the condom.

He collapsed on top of me briefly before pulling out to
dispose of the condom. He rejoined me on the bed and we
talked a little bit and watched part of a football
game, naked as jaybirds. He told me that he was
enjoying our talk and how we got along like best
friends who’d known each other for years. We continued
watching the football game but every time they would
break for commercials, we’d end up kissing and working
up our horniness.

After maybe an hour or so, when the game went off, we
kissed again, and I stroked and sucked Mark until he
was extremely hard again. He stopped me suddenly and
said, “I don’t have another condom. We can’t do this.”

I looked at him lustfully and countered, “Don’t worry
about it. I’m on the Pill. Just fuck me with that big
white snake of yours.” To make my point, I lay back on
the bed, spread my legs, and opened my pussy so that he
could see the deep pinkness inside. I didn’t have to
ask twice.

He pulled me to him and kissed me as we settled in for
a nice, slow missionary fuck. Even though the pace was
slower and we had more inclination to look into each
others’ eyes, the sensations were just as intense. Just
looking into Bruce’s beautiful blue eyes and feeling
that white snake pistoning in and out of my wet black
pussy sent chills throughout my body.

The sex a lot different then than any other time
because we somehow lasted a longer time together—maybe
an hour or so. And every time he’d come close to
cumming, he’d stop us to change positions. All that I
know is Bruce was somehow hitting my G-spot in just
about every position he’s put us in. It was like he was
driving me up the walls.

“Fuck me harder,Bruce. Damn baby, FUCK MEEE! I’m
cuuuuuuummmming!” was the last thing that I remembered
saying to him. I was lying on my stomach as Bruce rammed
his great white cock in and out my wet pussy from
behind. Then it happened. I felt his cock begin to
expand more and get harder than ever as he continued
slamming it in my pussy.

He came with such force that it caused me to nearly
pass out. I felt the warmth of his cum flood my pussy
and it set off a massive orgasm of my own. And when we
orgasmed together, I was more satisfied than I had ever
been in my entire life.

Unfortunately and much like the last time, he didn’t
stay too long after that. He wanted to get back home
before it got too late. We both said that we had to
hook up again, but it never happened. In fact, I moved
back home before we could even make plans and
eventually married my boyfriend. On top of all that, he
was struggling with depression (but not over me—he had
his own issues).

When last I heard, he’s happily married as well.
Occasionally, I may see him online but that’s about it.
All we have now are the memories of the best sex of our
lives.


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