Then he withdrew and plunged deep again, over and over, in and out, his cock seemed to grow larger and hotter, I was gasping for breath, my heart race...d and I felt my orgasm building. I felt his breath on the nape of my neck becoming labored and irregular, he started to moan softly and his cadence began to slow. He was going to cum inside me. Then his cock plunged deep inside me and he held me motionless for a moment, impaled on his cock I was frozen, waiting, then I felt the eruption, his cum. "That was amazing, just what I needed." Deena said. as she stood up and put on her robe. I took a kleenex and wiped the cum that was running down her leg. "I better get home before my husband starts looking for me. Thanks, can we do this again soon?" Deena said as she gave me a kiss and snuck out the door. I went back to the kitchen and found mom standing there. "Well I told you the ladies would soon be after you." Mom said as she looked at my flaccid cock. "you made her cum rather quickly, she. A proud bisexual Black man who’s bedded women and men of all races before coming to this shocking conclusion. I just wanted to let the world know how I feel. Seriously. After years of switching back and forth between male and female lovers, I discovered that the person most capable of loving me is a Black woman. Why Black women? Oh, man. I can’t stop praising Black women. They are all that and then some. Black men who are into chasing White women should seriously consider switching back to. A lot of my early naughtiness was, looking back on it, very silly; breaking windows, tying things to next door cat's tail. But I believe I have moved on since those days.Being good was volunteering to do the washing up, mowing the lawn and such. Being bad would often involve some degree of sexual contact; the more taboo the better. I can remember catching my older brother coming out of the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his chest still damp and bare. Now considering he's.