One night while working a Military conference at Fort Bragg, NC, I got a wild hair up my butt and started hanging out with a driver that worked for me. He was well built, but short compared to me. He was a Hispanic man called Hector. Standing together, we couldn’t have looked more like complete opposites. We agreed to meet at the local club that was the watering hole for the people attending the conference. Hector and I ordered our first drinks and sat down to watch the baseball game on the overhead TV. Within a couple minutes, two very sharp looking ladies, who were dressed to kill, walked in and looked directly at us. I’d never been singled out before. Strangely, it made me feel like a piece of meat. I ignored the look because I’d never been with a black woman, and didn’t think I would be attractive to such a pair of great looking beauties. They gave the two of us fuck-me looks. I can’t say that I knew the look, but Hector immediately picked up on it. He nudged me so I’d notice, and then gave them the ‘hi’ sign. To my complete surprise, they immediately drifted over to our table. The lights weren’t dimmed yet, as it was still late afternoon, so we got a good look at these ladies as they approached our table. The shorter, darker of the two was very buxom, and had a great ass. She swayed from side to side, strutting her wares as she came over. The other was a cinnamon color and thin, too thin for me. Her tiny breasts barely made an impression on her dress. She was the ringleader from the beginning. When they arrived at our table, she hooked up with Hector and had him dancing near the jukebox before I even got the name of the other girl. The shy buxom one was Carol and the thin one was Dashelle. Before we finished our first drink, Dashelle suggested that we go back to Carol’s house and get it on. I think that bold move shocked even Carol. She started to object, but Dashelle cut her off mid-sentence. Hector slammed his drink and poked me to get going on mine. I swallowed it all in one gulp and grabbed a handful of Carol’s ass. She scooted away from me but smiled back as if to say, “You’ll get some of this if you behave.” I took her friend’s bold attitude as an indicator of Carol’s mind-set too, but in fact, she was more reticent and had a more reserved outlook on this sexual tryst. It was playing out in a very different way than I could have ever expected. When we walked to the car, Carol snuggled onto my arm, craned her neck, pulled me down to her, and kissed me very gently on the lips. I saw a passion in her eyes, a passion she attempted to cover. Her lips were very soft but thinner than I was accustomed to. I took my cue from her, and kissed her very slowly Bostancı Escort and tenderly. She began to moan almost immediately. She whispered in my ear, “You’re the first white guy to kiss me since I was six years old.” I tried to remain a gentleman, but my instincts got the best of me, as I slipped my hand inside her dress. I squeezed her soft, ample tits and played with her nipples, but she pushed my hand away. She playfully said, “Be a good boy and I’ll give you more than you can handle. You’ve never been with a woman like me and you’re going to get a ride from this black booty like you’ve never had!” She danced away again and threw me a sexy little grin. When we got to the limo that Hector drove, Carol got in the back with me, and Dashelle got in front with Hector. During the quick ride to Carol’s house, she softly kissed and caressed me. She was passionate but not sluttish; her hands never wandered below my waist. She stroked my neck and nuzzled my ear. My cock was screaming to be released from its bondage, but she seemed not to notice. I tried to become more amorous and aggressive, but she held me back. She didn’t allow me to touch her. Each time I attempted to grab her tits or slide my hand up her thigh, she pushed my hands away. She remained in control of her emotions, and her control was complete except for her delicate moans. Meanwhile in the front seat, Hector was getting a blowjob from his date. Dashelle slurped his cock like a lollipop, and his driving became slightly erratic. I asked Carol, “Would you like to watch Dashelle?” She said, “This is our first double date, and I’d love to see her go down on Hector.” We slipped up to peek over the top of the seat and watched her talented mouth going up and down on Hectors huge cock. He was hung like no other man I had ever seen. Dashelle tried taking it all in, but could get only about six inches in her mouth. Her tiny face and mouth limited her ability to deep throat his exceptional cock. When she saw his size, Carol mouthed the words “Oh my God.” She seemed truly amazed at Dashelle’s talented ministrations to his monster. She whispered to me, “I want him to fuck me.” So was born the first full swap foursome in my life. Hector regained some composure, and checked the rear view mirror. He saw us peering down at his manhood and the blowjob he was receiving. He grinned at me then gritted his teeth, trying to keep his concentration. He was in obvious discomfort, and wanted to let fly a load of cum. Dashelle was doing her best to break him. Her tongue and lips made him know that wanted him to lose it. Her long sculptured nails traced the bugling veins in his Bostancı Escort Bayan cock. She squeezed his dick hard, wrapping her fingers around the shaft as far as they would go. She scratched his nuts and traced lines on his scrotum with her nails. His concentration was waning; he was barely able to keep the stretch limo on the road. He took one hand off the wheel and grabbed Dashelle by the hair. A guttural moan came from his soul. Hector shot his load in her mouth while he pulled her hair to hold her still. I looked over at Carol, who seemed to be in a daze, transfixed on Hector and Dashelle. “I’ve never seen a cock like that,” she whispered to me. “Is yours that big? Can I see it?” She grabbed my cock through my pants. The reserved lady of just a few minutes before was gone. In her place was a wanton woman who wanted to be fucked. I avoided her grasp. “Mine is just average. You can see it later.” I thought it better to keep her in suspense because I had penis envy after seeing Hector. What a huge tool! I would come to know how big later that night. We arrived at Carol’s trailer in a mobile-home park near the conference center. It was a modest home in a nice neighborhood. She returned to her more reserved nature and allowed me to escort her to the door on my arm. She cuddled close and seemed to coo just a little. It was dark. None of her neighbors seemed to notice our arrival, but I told Hector to park the limo in the next block where it wouldn’t arouse suspicions. Carol and I waited on the porch for Dashelle and Hector. Carol made nervous small talk about her job, about Dashelle, and even her family. She didn’t mention a husband or boyfriend, but I inferred that she was attached. The other couple arrived, entangled in a very strong embrace. Carol pulled her friend from Hector arms and into the house. She called back for us to find a beer in the refrigerator and take a seat in the living room. Meanwhile, she continued to pull her friend towards the back of the trailer and the bedrooms. They spoke in very hushed but excited tones. I could make out Carol telling her friend that she wanted to fuck Hector. Dashelle retorted, “After me, girl!” I couldn’t hear the rest, so I got a couple beers and sat down on the couch with Hector. “Have you ever swapped dates?” I asked him. He said, “Yes, but never a couple black girls.” I didn’t know if he knew that Carol was enthused by his cock. “Carol wants you to fuck her. She was transfixed by your cock in the car, and she wants you.” “Hey man, I want to fuck her too, but I have to satisfy Dashelle first.” “Just how big is that cock of yours?” He proudly said, “It’s Escort Bostancı ten inches long and big around as a coffee can.” We both got a laugh out of that. Carol returned in the cutest little babydoll nightgown that just barely covered her treasures. It was dramatically different from the blue A-line dress with white piping that Carol had worn to the bar. Dashelle was wearing a very tight and revealing crimson teddy, which got my attention even though she was just too slim. I began salivate at the prospect of getting into Carol’s delicious booty. Carol noticed my dick swell. Dashelle was already all over Hector. Carol grabbed my hand and dragged me back towards her bedroom. I wanted to watch Hector’s performance with Dashelle, but she waved bye-bye implying I should go with Carol. Carol pushed me down on her bed and slowly stripped my clothes off. I helped when necessary, but she seemed quite adept at getting me naked. She climbed on top of me, and slowly kissed her way down my body until she had my cock in her mouth. She said, “It is nice size. I thought it would be look smaller compared to…” She didn’t finish but I got the message that she still wanted to experience the Hector factor. I snapped at her, “If you want him so bad, you can get in line behind Dashelle.” She meekly replied, “I wasn’t thinking of Hector. I was thinking about my husband.” This was the first time she told me that she was married. “Where is he now?” I asked. She avoided the question. Instead, she took my cock into her mouth, which took my mind off anything else except her talented tongue. Her short fingers grabbed my cock and stroked me in unison with her mouth. I was ready to explode in a matter of a couple minutes, so I pushed her away and rolled her onto her back in the middle of the bed. I pulled the babydoll nightgown over her head, and yanked her delicate panties down to her knees. Surprised at the speed at which I took control of her, she immediately became very docile and accepted my domination. Her demure reserved nature came forward. She began to moan in a constant low tone. “Are you ready to get a tongue-lashing from a white guy?” She laughed out loud. “I never thought that I would let a white guy get the better of me.” I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and dove right into her bristle-haired pussy. She smelled different, but the old saying was right. Even in the dim light of her bedroom, I could see that it’s all pink on the inside. I pulled her labia apart revealing the rich pink hues of her snatch. I began tonguing her clit with vigor and purpose. She grabbed my head and pulled me into her harder. The rhythmic grinding of her hips made it hard for me to keep up. She was in constant motion from the second my lips touched her mound. It was the most motion I had ever experienced in a woman. I held my tongue on her clit and let her tongue fuck herself. She moved my tongue around her clit by swaying her hips from side to side while continuing to move up and down.