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Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica
Description: Alan was a soldier in Iraq when he came across Hawk - a powerful, masterful black guy - a born leader. Alan's wife, Suzi, had a real craving for some black cock inside her - and after they returned from the war she got introduced to Hawk and from there the craving became insatiable. Then when some friends come round one evening while Hawk is in residence, Hawk's impressive proportions become really useful and from there the party just grows and grows.
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/Black Stud,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [140 KB]
Reading time: 100-140 min.
I met Cleveland Hawks on the second day. I'm not sure of the actual date. Late March I guess. I was in a mixed combat company and we were headed to Baghdad. That's what they told us anyway.
Our trip through Iraq was temporarily halted because the Iraqi Army has momentarily summoned up enough balls to shoot back at us.
"How you doin'?" was the first words I heard Hawk say. He abruptly joined me behind a pile of rubble that had once been a wall.
"Not bad," I said keeping my head down. "You?"
"I'm still alive and kickin'. You shot anybody yet?"
"Ain't seen anybody to shoot at. Fire is coming from over there." I didn't lift my head to point out the enemy. "Is the whole outfit pinned down?"
"I guess," he said with a short laugh. "I'm Hawk." Apparently he didn't prefer to be called by his first name.
"I'm a Byrd, too. Alan Byrd, as a matter of fact."
"Well Alan Byrd, why don't you and me ease around this wall and get into a position to kill some mutherfuckers?" He didn't wait for me to explain that where I was located was reasonably safe from bullets. To this day I don't know why I followed him, but I did. Before the day was over. Hawk and I picked off a dozen snipers and got our company moving again. I didn't know at the time but we also picked up a chest full of medals.
In a war situation you don't get to pick the company you keep as a rule, but Hawk and I became inseparable for some strange reason. I think Hawk thought I was his good luck charm or something. I liked having the big black man in front of me to stop any bullets coming my way. Hawk simply attached himself to my rifle company and nobody complained. My company commander sure didn't because Hawk was good. Good at killing and a good leader. Men followed him wherever he wanted to go. Myself included.
Over the next three weeks the company got to know each other pretty well. I don't mean to imply that a group of military men are one big happy family. But we were a family and we were pretty big. The weird thing is you find yourself sharing information with your comrades that normally you wouldn't share with anyone. Everybody knew the other's wives and girlfriends name and frankly they knew more than they should have. Intimate secrets were shared over rations, a smoke break, or while hunkered down in a hole.
For example we all knew that Millers wife howled like a dog when he butt-fucked her. Thompson's girlfriend wouldn't suck his dick, but her sister would. When some Polish kid's, who's name I can't even begin to spell, girlfriend sent him some racy photos, he shared them with the rest of us. Nothing was sacred and everything was common knowledge. Everybody knew what everybody's wife or girlfriend looked like. I showed them my wife's photo in a hot, blazing red bikini.
I think we all felt reasonably safe because we were from such widely scattered places. East, West, Midwest, North, and South. Big cities and small towns. We thought, I know I did, that when we rotated back we wouldn't see each other, therefore the secrets were safe.
I would have never told any of them, especially Hawk, that my wife, Suzi, harbored a fantasy about sex with black men. I wouldn't have told them about our bedroom role playing, and watching interracial sex videos. I certainly wouldn't have mentioned the fact that Suzi loved to be ass-fucked and could get herself off sucking cock.
One week to the day after the fall of Baghdad, I got a early rotation back to the States courtesy of a bullet in my ass. I was lucky because if Hawk hadn't pulled me down that bullet would have been dead center and I would have been dead meat. So I bid my comrades farewell and they flew my punctured ass home. Of course I told everybody to come see me when they got back, not expecting anyone to actually show up. Because I had become close to Hawk, and he saved my life, I insisted that he look me up when he got back to the States. Of course he promised that he would do it. Neither of us really believed it.
I spent some time in the hospital while the doctors repaired my ass. After that I pinned on my medals and did a tour of recruitment duty. When it came time to re-enlist I told them to kiss my wounded ass. I went home to Suzi.
I finished college, got a job, got fired, opened my own computer business, and did good. All that took place over the next three years. The trip to Baghdad was mostly only in my nightmares and they were fewer and farther between by then. I did think of Hawk now and then. Mostly when I thought about by beautiful wife, Suzi, with another man.
Suzi was beautiful when I met her and she just got better looking as she matured. At twenty five she was simply gorgeous. I'm not just saying that because she is my wife. Everybody who knows her or ever has seen her will attest to that fact.
Suzi is five feet seven inches tall. She had a thirty-eight inch bust, a tight little waist, and a great ass. She works hard to keep her figure looking good. She eats right and works out at least twice a week. I always intend to eat right and workout, but I seldom get around to it. Luckily I have a metabolism that has served me well. I've managed to look pretty good in spite of my foolish habits.
Suzi kept her un-acted upon fantasy about sex with a black man and it was one of our favorite bedroom fantasies. One night we were playing bedroom games when I mentioned that I would love to see her and a well hung black guy. She laughed when I said it, but later she brought it up.
"You don't really mean that do you?" she asked. We were basking in the afterglow of a hot fuck session. I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Of course I mean it. You've been fantasizing about it since you were in high school, haven't you?"
"I guess so," she admitted.
"Tell me again how you developed your fantasy."
"I've told you the story a hundred times," she said laughing. "Surely you don't want to hear it again." I assured her I did want to hear it. I never grew tired of hearing about it.
"I was about sixteen," Suzi said. "My older sister, Tina was dating a black man. Of course mom and dad didn't know about it so they were sneaking around. One night after our parents had gone to bed Tina sneaked Troy into the house. She thought everybody was asleep but I wasn't. I watched them fool around some in the den. When things got really hot, Tina took Troy to her room. I saw them start and I beat them and hid in Tina's closet. I watched as Troy shoved his big dick into Tina and boy did he ever fuck her. The light from her bathroom was on and I had a clear view as they went at it. Troy did her every way possible, I think. It took a long time for him to finish. I don't know to this day how mom and dad didn't hear her. Even with a pillow in her mouth I could hear her plain as day. Troy did her for over two hours and I was getting cramps in both legs. Finally he came and when she got up to let him out I ducked back to my room and frigged myself to sleep."
"Did he come a lot?" I asked, knowing the answer. I hate it when she leaves out part of the story.
"Gosh, yes. He must have come a bucket full. Her bed was soaked and she dribbled come all the way to the front door. I never got another chance to see them in action again. Tina went away to school that fall and Troy disappeared. Somebody told me later he was in jail for raping a woman. That was over nine years ago and I still can see his big dick going in and out of her. I can close my eyes and hear her moaning and grunting as he did her." She was toying with one of her nipples as she retold the story. Her other hand was between her legs.
"You'd like to have a big hard black cock in you right now wouldn't you?"
"Oh God yes," she said, her voice husky. "All the way in me. Filling me up with it."
"You want a big black man to fuck you, don't you?" now I was fingering her pussy.
"Yesss," she hissed raising her butt to get more of my fingers in her.
"Say it," I ordered. "Say you want a black cock to fuck you!?
"I want a big cock to...screw me." It's always a goal of mine to get her to say fuck. She never uses what she called the F word. I could see that it wasn't going to work now so I mounted her, cramming my cock in her.
"You are thinking about Troy's black cock right now, aren't you?" I asked. "Fucking your sister and the come pouring out of her." She smiled, but didn't answer. She didn't have to because I knew the answer.
It had gotten so that almost every time we had sex, black cock was mentioned sometime during the event. It had become a part of our sex life. That was when I though about Hawk the most. I could almost, but not quite, see him and Suzi in my evil mind.