She hung up the phone. She was giddy, and a bit scared. In one week she would have sex with a black man for the first time. For the first time with any man other than her husband.

As the week drug on, she found herself fantasizing. She laid in bed and tried to picture his cock. She imagined Daniel’s, and she remembered the first few times they had sex, how she had trouble taking him in. His cock was long, and thick. The first handful of times he’d barely been able to work much past the tip inside of her. She’d eventually grown accustomed to him though, and over time she was able to take his full length and girth and with great enjoyment.

She could only think of all the rumors and stereotypes she’d always heard about black men. In her mind’s eye she pictured Daniel’s cock and then tinted it to the dark skin tone of Tyrone, adding a few inches in both girth and length. The thought filled her with a mix of fear and joyous anticipation. What if the rumors are true and there is such a huge difference between black cocks and white? Would she even be able to handle such a massive member?

The week seemed to take forever, and she found herself masturbating to her thoughts and fantasies just to sate her desires until the weekend.

In one fantasy he’d shown up with a single red rose, dressed in a fine suit. Tyrone had always been a fine dresser. They’d walked and talked over to the couch where they shared some champagne. He knew all the right things to say, complimenting her hair, her dress, her eyes. They shared soft tender kisses and slowly disrobed one another while paying great attention to their partners’ body with both hands and mouth. He used his mouth to get her ready, but there was no need, she was wet as soon as their lips had touched. When she was on the verge of orgasm, he lined up his huge black cock to her waiting pussy lips. She spread her creamy white thighs apart as far as she could manage in hopes that it would help accommodate him more easily. Then he pressed slowly forward. He worked his way in and out with slow but steady rhythms that made her wild with passion.

In another, as soon as she opened the door, Tyrone had grabbed her forcefully and pulled her body hard against his. She could feel his cock straining against his pants leg and pressing against her thigh. He’d nearly ripped her clothes off in a frenzy as he threw her nude body onto the couch. He whipped out his long black cock and pressed it to her face. He slapped it down between her breasts, pressing and holding them together as he drove his cock between them, the head of it repeatedly poking up into her face. She began to lick at it as it neared. Then he shoved her down onto her back on the couch. He poised himself above her, lining up his long manhood and driving it deep inside of her with one long thrust. He slammed into her like a jackhammer, giving her the full length of it over and over again.

She had more orgasms that week than she could remember. Most of them by herself with her fantasies, but many times she could not take the urges and simply had to have a cock inside of her. Daniel seemed only too willing to oblige her desires. Their sex life had always been good, but this was more passionate and more regular than they’d fucked in years. At one point Daniel even half jokingly remarked that if she kept this up he’d have nothing left for Tasha. So, when it came closer to the weekend, Amanda had made sure to stick to her fingers for satisfaction. While she didn’t truly love the idea of sharing the man she loved with another woman, this was Tasha, her best friend. The only person she may love as much as Daniel, and she didn’t want to deny either of them the experience they deserved. After all, they were actually doing this to satisfy her fantasy and they deserved to get their fun from it too.

She must have called Tasha a hundred times during that week. With their planned day of Saturday looming in her mind she couldn’t contain her enthusiasm. Tasha was surprised to see this side of Amanda. They’d been friends for so long, but Amanda had never wanted to discuss sex so frankly. She asked Tasha what positions Tyrone enjoyed and had shared the same information about Daniel with no need for prompting. Amanda tried to prepare herself as much as possible and Tasha found it very entertaining. She hoped that when this was all over, Amanda would keep some of this edge she’d found. Tasha couldn’t help but notice that the conversation almost always turned back to size. Unfortunately, neither Amanda nor Tasha knew in exact inches, and they didn’t have any point of comparison. So it mostly boiled down to using words like long, thick and big. Amanda brought up every guy she could remember Tasha being with back in college, asking if Tyrone was bigger than them, and the answer was almost always yes. Tasha had dated mostly black guys, but a few white guys, a few Hispanic and even one asian guy, and she hadn’t had sex with all of them. After going down memory lane, and Amanda bringing up a few guys Tasha had forgotten about, she had to admit that in her experience the stereotypes could be true. Most of the guys were pretty close in size, none much over an inch or two longer or shorter than any other. Some had more girth, some more length. To Amanda the number of men Tasha had slept with seemed like a vast pool of information to pull from.

“Do you remember the basketball player from Sophomore year?” asked Tasha.

“Yeah. Oh my god, he was sooo tall. I bet he had a huge one.”

“It was pretty damn big. Probably the biggest I ever had.” Tasha responded.

Amanda actually seemed to deflate a bit. “Oh, really?” She said flatly.

Tasha could hear the slight tone of disappointment in her voice. “That is, until Tyrone.”

“Seriously?” Amanda asked a bit too overzealously.

“Well,” said Tasha “I guess they are probably about the same length. Tyrone may have a little more girth, though. It’s a pretty close race.”

Amanda remembered how all the girls had gossiped about that basketball player and how hung he was. Her cheeks grew rosy and flushed at the thought.

“What about the white guys? Like the guy from Chemistry class. You dated him for a couple of months. It must have been pretty good.”

“Oh yeah, him. His was way smaller. Not bad though, ‘cuz he really knew how to use it. His real talent was his tongue though. That boy sure knew how to eat a pussy! He told me that because he played trumpet in the band that he had strong lips and a quick tongue. I don’t know if that’s why, but he put his talents to good use down there.” Tasha expected that this would warrant a chastisement from Amanda. Anytime she’d come close to being so graphic with the details of sex with her Amanda had instantly cut her off and changed the subject.

“Oh yeah? What about, what’s his name, Steve, Steven?”

“Steven. Smaller than Tyrone, definitely.”

“But it was a perfect size for my ass.”

“What?” Amanda nearly shouted out in shock.

“Yeah, I thought that skinny little white boy was gonna have a heart attack the first time I let him fuck me in the ass. He couldn’t have lasted ten seconds once he was all the way in. Good thing he wasn’t a quitter though. Cuz once he got used to it, he had a real knack for it.”

“Oh my god! Tasha! You…” Amanda’s voice changed to a whisper, even though she was home alone and there was no one to hear their phone conversation. “You’ve had anal sex?”

“Hell yeah.” Tasha spat back. “You don’t?”

“No. I mean. I think that would hurt way too much. I can’t even imagine.”

“Listen, Amanda. I have to run. I’ll talk with you later. And I’ll make sure to let Tyrone know that the back door is off limits.”

Amanda said goodbye and offered up a half hearted laugh in response to Tasha’s statement.