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Jeanette's Wild Side (True Confessions)  

BlackJedi49 53M
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12/11/2019 4:54 am
Jeanette's Wild Side (True Confessions)


Jeanette's Wild Side
(Originally written in 1999)

Hello to all the pantyhose lovers out there.

After I wrote my story for Adrianne’s contest, I started thinking that people might be more interested in reading about my own real experiences. I thought some of you might be wondering what kind of fun I have when I’m not drooling over Adrianne with the rest of you. I figured since Adrianne is asking people to write stories for the site, I should write a little bit about me and my girlfriend, Jeanette. So, here goes... But just so you understand, this is not a single story. It’s a few scattered reflections on things that really get me off. Maybe, they’ll get you off too.

Jeanette has been my girlfriend going on four years now. We share a house together here in Phoenix. She is my best friend. She is also the hottest, wildest sexual animal I’ve ever met. When it comes to sexual experimentation, there is nothing she hasn’t tried or expressed an interest in trying at some point.

How would I describe her? Well, let me use her own words. She refers to herself as “a hot-blooded Mexican.” That pretty much sums it up. She’s a feisty little hot tamale in a compact five foot frame. She has deep-set smoldering brown eyes. Her Latina complexion keeps her skin tan all year round. Her dark hair drapes over her face and down to her shoulders in long jet black strands. Her breasts are a sumptuous pair of 42-DDs (you read that right), full, round and squeezable as honey dew melons. She also has one of those deep, husky-sounding voices, like Demi Moore, that I just love to listen to, especially when she’s whispering dirty little thoughts in my ear.

Jeanette grew up in El Paso, Texas, which is literally right next to Mexico. I mention this only because El Paso’s population is overwhelming Hispanic. Jeanette didn’t see many other kinds of people where she grew up. During college, her and her sister started going to nearby Army bases on the weekends to meet “G.I. Joes.” This is where she tells me she discovered her preference for tall black men, like myself.

When Jeanette introduced herself to me on-line, she made it very clear that what she wanted was to hook up with “a handsome brother.” I could tell she wasn’t just curious, or just going through a phase. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. I respected that. So, when I described myself to her (6’2”, 215 lbs., bronze skin, brown eyes, broad shoulders, big hands, thick lips, shaved head, goatee, gold earring and glasses), she reacted with great interest. After I told her that I thought Spanish women were the sexiest by far, she couldn’t wait to meet me.

I’ll never forget the first night we had sex. We didn’t make love that night. We fucked. I’d never been with a woman with so much sexual energy. She was so vocal and responsive. That really turned me on. I didn’t hesitate to go down on her first. I couldn’t believe the taste. Her pussy was so sweet, sweet like sugar melting in your mouth. I really love to eat pussy, especially when a girl takes care of herself and really tastes good. Jeanette tastes incredibly good. Of course, the best thing about eating pussy is the response. I love a girl who doesn’t just enjoy receiving oral sex, she actively participates in getting her pussy licked. From the moment I slid my tongue between those moist pink lips, she was telling me where it felt good, when to lick faster and when to suck her clit. Just listening to her gave me the biggest throbbing hard-on. As much as I wanted her to go down on me too, I was so excited after eating her pussy that I buried my dick inside her cunt, right then and there.

I pushed her knees back to her chest and power thrusted straight into her cunt for ten minutes. She was saying things to me like, “Come on, fuck that pussy! Fuck me like a slut! Yeah, you like that tight pussy, don’t you? You like the way I spread it for you and let you fuck me with your big black cock, huh?”

I don’t have to tell you what a head rush that was. When we rolled over, she started squeezing my cock on the inside, twisting and gyrating all around. Her big tits were bouncing in my face. I grabbed them and sucked hard on her nipples. I grazed her nipples with my teeth. She told me to bite them harder. We moved to the floor and I fucked her doggystyle for a while. I pulled out every so often, leaned down, spread her ass cheeks and bathed her asshole with my tongue. She had one or two shuddering orgasms from the ass licking alone. Then, she pulled out a little green vibrator and told me to put it in her ass while I fucked her. I did as I was told. The screams rang out for blocks. She couldn’t get enough of that vibrator up her ass. But the intensity was too much for me. So I pulled out and that’s when she really went to work.

If Jeanette has one real talent, it’s performing oral sex. She doesn’t just give head. She sucks cock until she makes my<b> toes </font></b>curl. She loves having my cock in her mouth. When she slides it down the back of her throat – which she does with ease – she makes me feel like my penis really belongs to her. She’s just letting me hold it until she needs it. I didn’t know what a deep throat was until Jeanette showed me how it’s really done. Now, I’m sure you’ve all heard the myths about black men and their endowment. I’d love to sit here and tell you that I inherited some of those notorious genes. But I won’t lie. I’m adequately equipped, but I’m no porn star. Still, that doesn’t make seeing Jeanette’s forehead touch my belly button any less impressive. I’ll share more about Jeanette’s oral skills further on. I haven’t forgotten the main reason we’re all here. So, let’s get to the good stuff.

Jeanette is a self-declared “Tom Boy.” She doesn’t like to dress up unless it’s absolutely necessary. She’s much more comfortable in sweats than in skirts. That’s a reality I’ve learned to accept. She has too many other good qualities I adore for me to dwell on the negative. Still, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want her to dress sexy more often.

After watching me obsess over Adrianne and the other hotly-dressed women on the Web, Jeanette decided she ought to learn more about this fetish of mine.

One night, we were sitting in the living room watching Must-See TV. Just before the end of the show, Jeanette got up and excused herself. I thought it was a little odd for her to get up and leave just before the last scene. Still, when the commercials ended and the show came back on, I quickly escaped back to E.R. or whatever show we were watching at the time.

Moments later, Jeanette walked back into the living room. She was wearing a red satin negligee with matching red heels and suntan control-top pantyhose. My dick never got hard so fast. The best thing about the way she looked was the nonchalant manner in which she never acknowledged her sudden change in attire. She just sat down next to me like there was nothing going on. Her hair was teased. Her lips were a fresh coat of red. She smelled like fresh cut flowers. Talk about hot!

As the evening news flickered on our TV screen, Jeanette swung her legs into my lap. I didn’t even want to touch her for the first few minutes. I just gawked at her with my jaw permanently dropped open. That’s when things got interesting. Without even acknowledging my presence, Jeanette pulled out her body massager, plugged it in, turned it on, and spread open her legs right next to me. She brought the head of the massager down to the wet spot on her cotton panel. She started slow, with her head turned and her eyes closed. Subconsciously, I started to touch myself. Then, she turned up the speed. She started writhing on the sofa, kicking her legs up high, spreading them in a wide open V. She was moaning in this full, throaty groan of masturbating ecstasy. I kicked my pants to the floor and joined her, jerking off in a blind frenzy. She started coming really loud, pinching her nipples and bucking up against the mechanical device, moaning and shouting through shattering orgasms. Then, just like that, she shut the massager off.

The next thing I remember, she was down on her knees between my legs, she was looking up at me with that same confident, aloof look in her eye. I watched my cock disappear down her throat. The blowjob, as usual, was incredible, but I was hypnotized by the sight of her in those red high-heeled pumps and those gleaming suntan pantyhose. I couldn’t take my eyes off her legs.

Finally, I told her to lie down on the floor. I found some scissors and cut that offensive cotton panel right out. My tongue found new places in her pussy it had never licked before. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. I rinsed my face in her vaginal juices. I ripped the pantyhose open even more so I could slide down and taste her ass. I used my fingers in both holes and sucked on her clit until she was coming for the second time. Then, I fucked her. To this day, Jeanette claims that I’ve never fucked her as hard as I did that night. I wanted to pound her through the floor and crash through our neighbors ceiling. When she wrapped her legs around me and I felt that nylon against my back, I hit the point of no return.

“Do you like the way my pantyhose feel while you fuck me,” she whispered.

“Yes!” I grunted. “God, I love it!”

“Don’t hold back,” she said. “Cum inside me.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. I emptied my balls in her pussy until my body collapsed on top of her. Of all the great sex I’ve had in my life, that night ranks right up there with the all-time best.

The second memorable evening occurred when Jeanette and I had actually broken up for a few months. She invited me over for dinner one night to talk things over. We had a nice meal, drank some wine and watched a movie. Then, she told me she had a surprise for me. She walked into her bedroom, shut the door and left me in the living room for five minutes. When she walked back out she was wearing a black lace bra, black 3-inch heels, black cotton t-back panties and a sparkling pair of sheer-to-waist black pantyhose. Did we get back together? You bet your ass we did.

God, she looked great. Her long black hair perfectly complemented her all black outfit. Her olive skin was a bright contrast to the darkness of her seductive ensemble. When she strutted back into the living room, it was clear she’d been planning this evening for some time. Still, I was putty in her soft, creamy hands.

There was something about wearing these hot outfits that changed Jeanette’s personality. In those black leather heels that elongated her thighs and calves and those mesmerizing Hanes Silk Reflections that drew my eye to every curve and crevice of her voluptuous body, she became my own version of Adrianne, a Pantyhose Goddess in the flesh. I had no idea what to say. I was frozen. But that seemed to suit Jeanette just fine.

She walked across the room, gracefully seated herself in a swivel chair and crossed her legs. Her hands constantly rubbed up and down the smooth fabric. She teased me with several slow, sensuous leg crosses. Then, she stood up, turned around and bent over the chair, giving me a perfect view of her healthy, round rump, leading straight down to those high heel pumps.

She could sense that I was getting really worked up. She told me it was going to be a long night and I should try to relax. She offered to relax me.

I was standing in the middle of the room. She walked up to me and dropped straight to her knees. She didn’t kiss me or even say a word. She unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and swirled her tongue around the swollen head. She licked the pre-cum right off the tip and kissed her way down the shaft to my sweaty balls. She relished the musky scent, crawling between my legs to stick her tongue in my ass. How I remained standing, I have no idea. She looked up at me with those defiant brown eyes, rested the tip of my cock on her bottom lip, then gobbled it up in her hot, steaming mouth. She grabbed me by the ass and started fucking her own throat. She was on a mission. She wanted my cum and she was going to get it. That’s when I took control.

I slid out of her mouth and started jerking myself off in her face. She tried to lunge for my cock and I pulled it away. I rubbed the shaft all over her lips and let her make it nice and wet with her spit. I held the head in her mouth and stroked the shaft up and down. She drooled and slobbered all over it. Then, I held her by the back of the head and pumped my cock in and out of her mouth. She was moaning things like, “Mmm hmm,” to signal her encouragement of my vigorous face fucking. But evidently, I wasn’t pushing deep enough. So she grabbed me by the ass again and forced my cock down past her tonsils. She was puffing and gagging. Her eyes were watering. She loved every slutty second of it. Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I told her I was going to come and she signaled, “Mmm hmm,” holding me steady in her waiting mouth. My cock erupted. I shot at least five times, probably more. Jeanette let the cum fill in her mouth until there was no more room. Then, she gulped it down. Whatever she didn’t swallow was left dripping off her chin. We got back together the same week.

The last episode I want to recall for you was more recent. Earlier this summer, I was sitting at home enjoying one of my favorite pantyhose videos when Jeanette walked in on me. She knows I love to watch my tapes so she didn’t get angry or anything. She just told me that she was hungry and wanted to know if I was interested in going out to eat. I told her I didn’t feel like going out and I’d rather just eat at home. Then, she said that if I went out with her, I could pick out whatever outfit I wanted her to wear. That got my attention!

I went to the closet and picked out my favorite dress. It was a purple dress, made out of a synthetic blend, about 10 percent spandex. It was tight and stretchy. It clung to every curve of her shapely figure. It had a glossy finish so it sparkled in the light, with a scoop neck, to show off her ample cleavage. The hemline came down to mid-thigh, so it was nice and short, as well.

To go with the dress, I pulled out some black strappy heels and a pair of Hanes Summer Sheer suntan control-top pantyhose. I laid the clothes down on the bed and went to the living room to wait while she got dressed. When she came out, I heard the click-clack of her heels stepping on the kitchen tile. She sauntered through the living room, twirling around in that purple handkerchief of a dress. Her thighs, her calves and her red polished<b> toes </font></b>were on full display, encased behind the sheer nylon of her glimmering suntan pantyhose and the black straps of leather barely covering her feminine feet. It’s a miracle we managed to leave the house.

As I drove down the street, Jeanette sat next to me, letting her dress ride high up her thighs. She was daring me to reach over and touch her legs. I left one hand on the wheel, as the other hand went straight for her knee. I let my fingers trace down her inner thigh, right down to her crotch. I almost swerved into on-coming traffic, when my fingers brushed the soft lips of her warm, wet pussy. She had cut out the cotton panel before we left. I was in total shock. I left my hand between her legs and fingered her all the way to the restaurant. She didn’t come, but the look on her face told me she couldn’t wait to get back home so I could finish the job.

We stopped to eat at a local tavern, where I was sure there’d be plenty of men around. From the moment we stepped inside, heads were turning all over the place. As we walked to our table, I let Jeanette walk ahead of me. Mainly, I just wanted to check her out from behind, but it was great seeing all of these single men stare at my girlfriend so openly. I wasn’t sure if she liked it as much as I did. But even if she was just performing for me, it was working big time.

As Jeanette sat down, she tugged on her dress to keep it from riding up too much when she sat down. All that did was bring more cleavage bursting up through the top. Our waiter was especially appreciative of the view he got, when he came to take our order. He checked on our table every 5 minutes. I acted like I didn’t notice, but I was eating it up. This was a side of Jeanette I had never seen. If she felt scared, nervous or exposed, she didn’t show it at all. I knew underneath that dress, her pussy was completely uncovered. The look in her eyes told me she was thinking about that too. She could sense my arousal and she fueled it as much as possible. She got up and went to ladies room twice, just to strut through the restaurant. She leaned forward and whispered, just to make sure I got a great view of her tits. She crossed her legs and rubbed her pantyhose constantly, just to remind me that they were there, waiting for me to get my hands on. If ever there was a definition of foreplay, this was it.

I don’t even remember driving back to our apartment. I just remember pushing her up against the bedroom wall and French kissing her like I’d just got out of prison. Out of fear that I would rip the dress in my fervor, she asked me to let her take it off. I said that was fine, I just wanted her to do it slowly. She turned her back to me and gradually raised the hemline up over her nylon-covered ass cheeks. When the dress was thrown over a chair, I walked up behind her, held her breasts in my hands and let her feel the bulge in my pants pressed against her. We pivoted just a bit so both of us could see ourselves in the sliding mirror on our closet. She watched my hands massage her breasts in the reflection. I studied her legs in the heels and hose as she grinded her ass against my erection.

I removed my clothes. Jeanette led me over to the bed. She lied down on the mattress and spread her legs for me. I kneeled down on the floor, right at the perfect level to lean in for a long, slow lick. Holding her by her smooth, silky thighs, I lovingly lapped her savory juices from her pussy to my mouth. Clearly, she had been quite aroused by her show at the restaurant. Her pussy was soaked. I slid one finger inside her but it wasn’t enough. She begged for two. I thrusted my fingers into her cunt with vigor as I flicked and swirled my tongue over her budding clit. She came instantly.

What happened next I’ll never forget. Jeanette went crazy. She spun herself around on the bed, so her head was falling over the edge of the mattress. Then, she told me to stand up. She wrapped her hand around the shaft of my cock and guided me right into her mouth. I was unsure how comfortable she was in this position, so I let her dictate the pace.

“I want you to fuck my mouth like you’re fucking my pussy,” she insisted.

How could I argue with that? I slumped over her chest, spread my legs and pumped my hips back and forth. I was amazed. Jeanette swallowed my cock down to the balls. She really got into it too. Her moans urged me to keep sliding my dick in and out of her wet, sucking mouth. The sensation was so soft, warm and tingly. It was incredible. But what really made it exciting was looking down and seeing the hole in the crotch of her pantyhose.

When my thrusting slowed down, she seemed to sense the reason for my distraction. She lifted her legs in the air and spread them far apart. She bent her legs at the knee and open her pussy lips wide for my inspection.

“Do you like the way I look in these pantyhose,” she said.

“I love it,” I said. “You know I love it.”

“Why?” She teased. “Because they make me look like a slut?”

“Ummm,” I stumbled. “Well, something like that, I guess.”

“It’s okay,” she assured me. “I love dressing up like a slut for you.”

Hearing those words ignited my libido like a nuclear bomb. I held her legs apart, leaned forward and attacked her pussy like a hungry bear. I licked, sucked and tongue-fucked her pussy until she was literally dragging herself away from me. If my cock was still in her mouth, I can’t even remember.

When we finally switched positions, I had her place both hands down on the bed, so her ass was facing me and her shoes were planted on the floor. At that angle, I could see our reflection in the mirror across the room. I wasted no time entering her pussy from behind. I held her by the hips and went right to work. Her pussy felt like hot melted butter. I could tell she didn’t want to let go of my cock by the way her cunt gripped my shaft. But all the while, my eyes stayed glued to the images in the mirror: her face screaming into a pillow, my cock jabbing in and out of her wet cunt, her legs and ass shining through sheer nylon and her sexy feet propped up by black strappy heels.

From the way she moaned and gripped the sheets, Jeanette seemed to be having a great time. But I was ready to change positions. I told her to lie down on the floor. She was happy to oblige. I wanted to feel those silky legs wrapped around me. I laid down on top of her and my cock slipped inside her right away. Her pussy was slick and dripping with juices. Jeanette was panting and whispering in my ear.

“Come on, fuck me Tim,” she breathed. “Fuck your pantyhose slut.”

“Unnnggghhh,” I grunted, thrusting into my Mexican beauty like a madman.

“Yes, don’t hold back, baby,” she told me. “I want to see you shoot that hot cum all over me.”

How could I deny a request like that? I was ready to explode. I pulled out and straddled her ample chest. She took my cue and held my cock between her massive tits. There’s nothing hotter than some good tit fucking. I bucked and pumped my cock between those globes until my head was spinning. Suddenly, Jeanette took my cock in her hand and starting stroking it fast. I moved up a bit to get closer to her lips. She quickly wrapped those lips around the swollen head of my cock. I straddled her face and soon my entire shaft was vanishing in her open mouth. Jeanette reached around and held me by my ass, guiding my cock down her throat. I kept my eyes on Jeanette’s reflection in the mirror. The sight of her lying spread eagle in those black heels and tan pantyhose sent me right over the edge.

“Oh God,” I shouted. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum on your face.”

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, as she let me slide my cock out of her mouth.

I took hold of the shaft in my hand and stroked it as fast as I could. I looked down and saw my loving girlfriend smiling up at me with those deep brown eyes, her mouth open, her tongue extended. I closed my eyes and pictured her walking through the restaurant in that skimpy purple dress, showing off like a slut for all those strange men. My own beautiful high-heeled slut, in skin-tight pantyhose.

“Come on baby,” she whispered. “Cum on my face.”

Suddenly, every muscle in my body clenched. My hand tugged up and down on my cock, when the first spasm struck me like an earthquake. Thick ropes of hot white cum blasted from the tip of my cock. Jeanette lifted her head to catch my sperm in her mouth. Several shots landed on her tongue, while the rest coated her lips and chin. I rolled over on my back and Jeanette swiveled around to clean me off, licking every drop of cum off my cock, her face and her fingers. She completely wore me out. But it was worth every exhausting second.

Now, if only I could get her to dress like that all the time... Then again, I should be careful what I wish for. I probably couldn’t handle it. She may not wear pantyhose everyday. But that only makes me appreciate her that much more, when she does.

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