Tim Me and Big Willie

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Drunk/Drugged, Fiction, Slut Wife, Wimp Husband, Cuckold, Interracial, Black Male, White Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Size, .

Desc: Sex Story: A young newly wed, selling realestate, sells the house next door to her to a Black family. Not long after moving in she's invited over for a Margarita. Not being much of a drinker she soon finds herself under the spell of this handsome Black man as she is unable to break the trance she seems to be in. But we can't really blame her, after all, she's a young white woman and has never seen anything quite like what shes looking at.

This story may anger some of you, some of you may find it hard to believe and still others may think it's a funny story. In truth, now that I see it written down, I find it to be all of these things.

It actually started five years ago when Tim and I got married. Well, maybe it was never meant to be from the day we met. We were both in our last year of collage. We met at a graduation party. Having had two classes together, I knew who he was, but he hadn't really been someone who interested me in any way, other than I knew he was very bright and would probably go far in life. To sum him up, he was a geek, a nerd, somewhat of a wimp in my opinion.

I was somewhat the same type person, although I always had guys calling, asking me out, but I was more interested in getting my degree, than I was in finding a man. I was twenty two years old and still a virgin when I went out with Tim, my future husband. It wasn't that I never dated, I'd just never put out to anyone. I went out, enjoyed myself and left them standing outside my dorm, with only a kiss goodnight.

But this night was different, I was ready to graduate and I'd been studying hard on final exams, but now that they were over, I needed relief from all the stress. What better way to relieve the stress, than to go get laid for the first time. According to my room mate, who had went out with Tim, he was still a virgin. Why this interested me I'll never know. Maybe I didn't want anyone to know I was still a virgin, I'm not sure, maybe I wanted us to learn together. I immediately set out to get Tim into bed with me that night. I wanted to be his first and him to be my first.

He proved to be what I had perceived him to be, not exactly a wimp, but a bit on the soft side. I did find him to be a gentleman, not at all rude and obnoxious, like most of the other students I'd dated. Most of whom tried to be the life of the party and ended up drunk on there asses before midnight and then suddenly thought they were irresistible love machines.

I did manage to get Tim to dance with me and he even had a couple of beers, but taking me to bed was out of the question. I all but told him, now that I was about to graduate, I was ready to become a complete woman, by giving it up to him. Either he didn't comprehend what I was offering him, or he was to much of a gentleman to seize the moment and take me to bed. We hung out at the party until around one AM, then he asked me if I'd like to go have breakfast with him.

That's how our relationship started. A bit on the slow side? Oh ya, but the more we went out, the more I liked him and realized with any luck at all, we would have a very rewarding future together. When he asked me to marry him three months later, I excepted without even thinking it over.

Our wedding was small, mostly family. My mom and dad and two sisters, his mom and dad and his older brother and a few close friends. When we got back two weeks later from our honeymoon, it was pack up everything and move to the west coast. Tim had sent out resume's before graduation and had several offers for great jobs, but all were out west, from Seattle to southern California, neither of us liked the rain, so we chose California.

Tim did well in his job and after a year we bought a house in one of the housing projects. Soon after that, he became head of marketing and this required him to be gone once in awhile which was alright by me. I had a job in sales, with a large reality company which kept me quite busy, at times not getting home until nine o clock or later. I didn't like that part of my job, but it sometimes meant the difference between making a sale or not.

About six months after we'd moved into our house, the house next door was put on the market. Since we'd become friends with the people who lived there, they listed the house with me. After being on the market only about two weeks, a couple in there late thirties came in and asked if I knew anything about this place. Smiling I said, "I just happen to know quite a lot about that place, since I lived next door to it." I explained to them it didn't have much yard area, but it did have a very nice pool area. That brought a smile to the mans face as he said he didn't want a place with a lot of work, he preferred a place to rest and enjoy.

Once they saw the place it was a slam dunk. He loved the pool and the quiet neighborhood, with our house and their, s being on the end of a cul de sac with the pool out back on our side of the house. William, who asked to be called Bill, was quite the opposite of Tim. He had to be close to six foot tall, a hundred ninety pounds, dark Ebony skin, an almost athletic body and dominating attitude. His wife Ella, was a little on the plump side, with a protruding butt and very large breasts. Tim is very light skinned, sandy blond hair and an almost frail body, at five foot seven, a hundred and thirty pounds. I'm five foot three, blond, a hundred and ten pounds with small, but firm perky breasts, quite the opposite of mrs Roberts.

They moved in and we soon became friends, having barbeques and get together, s at each others pools. About three months after moving in, Bill was laying out alongside the pool on a lounger when I came out of our house, wearing only a bikini bottom and a string tie, halter top that didn't cover much of my pert round titties. He waved and asked if I'd like to come over. I Grabbed my glass of ice tea and walking over I said, "why not, Tim's out of town for a couple of days."

Instead of sitting up when I approached, Bill stayed lying on the lounger and I couldn't help but notice the swelling in his Bermuda shorts. I'm not sure if he was watching me behind his sun glasses or not, but he did smile as I stood staring at the bulge, unable to look away for what seemed forever. When I was finally able to pull my gaze away from his swollen manliness he said. "That makes two of us being alone, Ella had to fly back east for a family get together with her three sisters whom she hasn't seen in about five years."

When Bill started talking, I knew he'd been drinking and wondered if it was a good idea me being there alone with him. He had never made any sexual advances towards me, but we'd never been alone before either. I finished my iced tea and he told me to pour myself a frozen Margarita out of the container that was sitting on the table between us. I hesitated, but he said, "go ahead, one isn't going to hurt you Lisa."

Laughing I said, "you're not trying to get me drunk are you Bill, I'm not much of a drinker you know."

"Now Lisa, why would I try to get you drunk, you're not afraid I might try to take advantage of you are you?"

I felt my face flush as the conversation had suddenly turned sexually charged. Ah no, no of course not.

I poured my glass full of Margarita and sat down, by the time I'd finished it, I had a pretty good buzz going and was thinking about going home, when Bill got up from the lounger saying, "don't run off, I'll be right back. I watched the muscles flex in his broad back as he left the pool area, staggering slightly as he made his way into the house. I sat sipping on my second glass of Margaritas when Bill came back and laid back down on the lounger. Picking up his glass and downed it, then in a slurred voice, "damn them are good, don't you think so Lisa."

Giggling I said, "yes they are pretty good, but I better not have anymore, or I won't be able to get across the yard to my house."

Picking up the container, he filled his glass, then said, "hold your glass over here Lisa, there's only a little bit left and we don't want to waist it." With that he emptied the container into my glass half filling it again. As we talked I couldn't help noticing the position of his manliness had changed, instead of being a somewhat large bulge in his shorts, there was a rather long straight tube lying along the inside of his thigh, allowing the head of his cock to almost be seen out the leg of his shorts. He sat his glass down and moved around a bit as if getting more comfortable, which also moved the legs of his shorts higher up on his legs, Then placing his hands behind his head he said drunkenly. "This is the life isn't it Lisa, a pitcher of great Margaritas and a beautiful young woman to share them with, life doesn't get much better than that."

I was sitting there staring at what was now protruding out of the leg of his shorts and finding it hard to believe that the head of a mans penis could possibly be that large, I'd always thought Tim's was probably about average for a man, but Bill's was much larger than Tim's.

I have no idea what prompted me to slip out of my lounge chair and onto my knees, thinking back now, it was almost as if I was in a trance, brought on by the sight of Bills huge cock head. As I knelt there staring at the huge black cock head, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the shaft just below the swollen head. My god it felt good in my hand. I began moving my hand slowly up and down and it wasn't long before a drop of pearly white liquid oosed out of the hole in the huge head. I sat looking at it wondering what it might taste like. Back in collage I'd heard some of the girls talking about having sucked off their boyfriends and wondered if they liked the taste, I had always assumed they had, they talked about doing it after every weekend.

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