Four years ago I returned to Chicago from a buying trip. It was early afternoon and I had no problem getting a cab even though traffic was quite heavy. The driver, a powerfully built black man, named Tony, started a conversation with me. We soon started talking about my favorite subject — sex.

I felt comfortable with him, so I decided to ask a question that had been on my mind for years. “Is it true what they say about black men?” I asked.

Tony turned and smiled at me. “Do you want me to tell you, or would you rather see for yourself?”

When we reached my condo, I discovered that I didn’t have enough money for the fare. I invited Tony inside while I got some cash. He parked the cab and followed me.

Once inside, I told Tony to fix himself a drink while I went to the bedroom for his money. When I returned to the living room, he was relaxing on the couch with drinks. I sat down next to him, and we raised glasses in a toast. We sipped our drinks, then set them aside and kissed.

He slipped his hand inside my blouse and cupped my breast through my bra. His other hand moved to my lap. I opened my thighs to allow his probing finger to ease into my wet pussy. I moaned with pleasure as he finger-fucked me. I broke our embrace, got up from the couch and began to remove my clothes. My toes sank into the thick pile of the carpet as I shed my blouse, dropped my skirt, unhooked my bra and stepped out of my string bikini panties. I stood naked in front of him and unpinned my long, thick hair. “I thought you might like to get a good look at what you are getting into, Tony,” I said.

He stood up next to me and I unbuttoned his shirt. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and let his pants fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them. He was wearing only a pair of jockey shorts. I looked at his bulge and fell to my knees. I pulled the shorts down and gaped at the size of his cock. It was at least nine inches long. I licked it, then took it in my mouth and brought him to erection. The mammoth thing was now rock-hard, jutting out of a thatch of springy, black hair. His balls, the size of oranges, dangled beneath.

I had been married three times and had been with countless other man, but never had I seen a cock even close in size to his. “My God,” I whispered. “How are you going to get that thing inside of me?”

Upon hearing that, he reached for his pants and took out his wallet. He removed a picture from one of the plastic windows and handed it to me. It was a snapshot of him and a tiny blonde woman at the beach.

“That’s my wife,” Tony

said, “She told me the same thing when we first fucked. Now she can’t get enough.”

He placed me on my back on the floor, positioned a pillow under my ass, spread my legs wide and knelt between them. I raised my head and watched as he teased my pussy lips with the tip of his huge cock.

I whimpered with pleasure. “Give it to me! Give it all to me!” I cried out to him.

I placed my heels against his ass and guided him into my sopping cunt. I sighed out loud as he slowly slid all the way inside me. Then he pounded in and out of my slippery snatch until I sobbed with delight. I wrapped my legs around his neck so that his thrusts would go even deeper. I whimpered, moaned, screamed and begged for more, more, more. I orgasmed a half a dozen times easily.

Suddenly I felt him tense and shoot his wad. The hot sperm poured into me, and I kissed him furiously as he continued to fuck me, his weapon still rock hard. My body was shuddering, my head thrashing from side to side, my pussy gripping his cock, trying to hold him inside me forever and ever.

Within record time, he was hard again. He rolled onto his back and said, “You do the work for a while.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I hopped on top of him, stuffed his huge cock deep inside my cunt and rode him till I was whimpering with pleasure. I soon felt an orgasm building within me. He started moving up to meet my thrusts. I came, crying out load, and continued riding him. He quickened his thrusts, and the next thing I knew his hot come was spurting inside me. I fell on top of him, utterly exhausted.

We fucked on into the night, enjoying it in every position imaginable.