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Long Distance        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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