Monikas Confession

Monika's Confession

She couldn't help it...

Since English is not my native language, I ask for a little understanding if not every expression or punctuation mark is correct.

Again, a big thank you to kenjisato for his fine and very helpful editing.

Originally, I had wanted to publish this little story in the 'Illustrated' category, with some 'juicy' pictures. Some of the photos I had selected show genitals very clearly, or explicitly depict sexual intercourse.

As it turns out, however, literotica is very limited in terms of content when using photos-- no genitals, and no GV (Geschlechtsverkehr: intercourse in German) may be recognizable.

It is a bit of a mystery to me why this can be described in great written detail, but may not be shown in pictures.

(Curiously, however, in the discussion forum for amateur photos, it is.)

So if you like, you can look at some of the pictures in the German discussion forum, in the amateur photos section (e.g. "L. likes it " black"; "blacked"; "10 minutes"; and/or "continuation of 10 minutes") and mentally incorporate them into the story.

Otherwise, if you crave to see the photos, please contact me by email.

Be that as it may, here is the 'text-only' story.

It is a short one, not designed to be great literature, no big plot, but with some juicy scenes I hope you will enjoy it.

As always, constructive comments are welcome.

Our "'heroine'" Monika has an extremely attractive female shape, with exactly the right proportions, in exactly the right places; not bony or anorexic, but rather a bit voluptuous. In her early 30s, she has an excellent figure --full breasts, heavy, ripe apples, but by no means fallen fruit; balanced by a magnificently round heart-shaped butt. Her sympathetic face, with big brown eyes and full mouth, is framed by shoulder-length, dark brown hair.

She is in full ripeness of her femininity -- therefore, understandably, not infrequently nibbled at.

Here it is, Monika's confession, in a letter to her friend Susanne...

Dear Susanne,

you had probably, somehow, learned that your friend Monika had been "Blacked".

You said that you were shocked by so much depravity, but nevertheless, you probably also found it a little tingling that your girlfriend let herself be fucked by a Black man. (Letting a Black man do it, doesn't work at all!)

And that's why you wanted to know in detail, how it had come about, you wanted a confession. And you let it be known that I was to be sure to include all the juicy details.

(I think you're particularly interested in them).

Fair enough. So here is my report.

(And I'm sure your pussy will get wet as you read it.)

First of all: It really wasn't my fault, honestly!

And this was the way it happened...:

Our mutual friend, Paul, had told me that an acquaintance of his would visit us, and that I should make myself nice and to be nice (as if I am not always, anyway.)

On the day in question, I dressed up a bit and put on a pretty dress, well, maybe a bit short. And because it was quite warm that day, I didn't put on panties-- I always do that when it's hot, then I feel a little "airier" underneath.

When the guest came, Paul introduced him to me as N. I was extremely surprised that it was a colored man, and a very dark-skinned one. But since he was tall, well-built, sympathetic and smiled engagingly, I smiled back and didn't mind when he hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

I didn't want to be rude and returned the favor with a kiss on his cheek.

But from that moment on, everything somehow got out of hand.

The moment my pursed lips approached his cheek, he suddenly turned his face to me head-on, and my lips landed on his lips.

His lips were very full and soft, and it was not at all an unpleasant feeling, but I was very surprised. I was even more surprised, however, when he first pressed his lips harder and harder on mine, and then ran his tongue over my lips, finally squeezing it between them. My mouth, somehow, opened automatically, and he slid his tongue into my mouth.

At the same time, although I was a little reluctant, because that was not really proper, he hugged me more and more tightly and pulled me to himself. He held the back of my head with one hand, so that I couldn't escape his kiss. Pulling me into him, mashing his lips against mine -- passionately, roughly, forcefully... so, so different...

What a kiss that was, his tongue played around with mine; he sucked on my tongue, my lips, nibbled on them, and then searched my mouth deeply with his tongue again. I would have to admit, he was a fantastic kisser and on top of that his full, exotic lips...

(An acquaintance of mine once called them 'butterlips' as she had experienced them vacationing in Cuba, the bitch. You can probably imagine how...)

Somehow, everything went much too fast for me and I couldn't really react.

Coincidentally, (was it really by chance?) we were standing in front of the sofa and suddenly N. let himself slide backwards onto the sofa and pulled me with him. I had come to lie half on top of him, and we were facing each other sideways.

I tried to escape. But he wouldn't let me. He probably liked it when the women were a little hesitant. He was very strong, and didn't take my resistance seriously. On the contrary, his kisses became more passionate and the hugs became a bit brazen-- he started groping me.

I squirmed, tried to get out of his embrace again, but all of a sudden, I felt a soft breeze on my pussy.

I froze. It had happened what should never have happened. With all this action, or should I call it smooching, my short dress had bunched further and further up and my coochie was suddenly completely exposed.

My God, if N. noticed, what would he think of me?

I was frightened and paralyzed, so I didn't even think about pulling my dress down.

But it was precisely this rigidity that attracted N.'s attention. He looked at me questioningly, then looked down at me. He saw now that my charms were bare and freely accessible; he stared at it bluntly for a few moments, and began to grin broadly. He licked his lips and looked knowingly and slightly mockingly into my eyes.

I blushed, terribly ashamed. But instead of pulling the dress down again, I remained paralyzed.

Not so for N.

As soon as he discovered my shaved treasure, he did not hesitate and unabashedly took liberties. He acted as if I had left off my panties especially for him; to make him hot, and to make it easier for him to access.

I hadn't known anything about him beforehand-- not that he was a colored person, and certainly not that he would take me by surprise in this way.

In any case, his hand was on my mons venus in no time and was putting some pressure on it. His rather big hand cupped my precious place, holding it, caressing it, as if it was a sensitive and fragile package. I was so surprised that it sent a brief chill over my entire body.

Then his fingers moved to my slit, where he tenderly slides them over my lips, feeling me.

I didn't want that. "Please, no," I said, defending myself as best I could.

But my legs weren't completely closed and his fingers disappeared unabashedly between my thighs. His hand grasped my plum, kneaded it, massaged it, pressed my labia against each other. And then he ran a finger through my cleft, from the mons venus through my already slightly open labia to my rosette and back again, very slowly, but again and again.

I felt my slit become moist. By themselves, my thighs opened a bit wider, as if they wanted to give him easier access.

He found my clitoris and rubbed it lightly, teasing it. I'm very sensitive there and flinched. "Oh no," I heard myself say.

But he increased the pressure and rubbed my love pearl. I noticed that I was getting weaker and weaker. No, not weaker, but more and more excited!

Even though I wanted to, I couldn't stay cool. I couldn't suppress a moan and pressed my pussy into his hand, unintentionally signaling that I was in heat.

Something inside me reacted, it tingled like crazy in my pussy. My lap was then ablaze, my clitoris pulsated. It was almost humiliating to me how hot I became, but I couldn't do anything about my nature, I was getting hotter and hotter!

Of course, it also helped to see the contrast of the very dark skin of his large hand between my light thighs. This skin contrast, black on white, I suddenly found very erotic. And there was something so forbidden, wicked and yet very exciting about it that a Black man wanted to take possession of a White woman.

He fingered my open labia.

When I breathed, "Oh, please no," he answered me for the first time.

"Oh, yes! You may be embarrassed," he said, "but your cunt can't hide your horniness. You're not slippery-- you're wet."

My body had reacted without my permission, once again, my naughty coochie had revealed my willingness.

A finger circled in my wet pussy, irritated my particularly sensitive entrance, then penetrated me. Again, I had to groan.

"And you are open, wide open," he said. Without any effort, he pushed in a second, then a third finger. "You are useable, fuckable. You're ripe, ripe to be fucked, you little white bitch," he continued, and tried to pull me backwards onto the sofa, wanting to put me on my back.

My God, yes, Susanne, he had succeeded in making your poor little friend Monika fuzzy in no time-- very, very fuzzy.

Although I was then a deeply aroused woman, in desperate need of sex, my last remaining spark of reason kept me from simply submitting to a Black man I had known only a few minutes. Because it doesn't get any sloppier than this and I'm not a slut, after all.

But how was I to stop him? How could I still refuse?

In my distress, Paul came to mind. He had not reacted at all, so far. I looked around, looked at him, and shouted for help, "Paul, Paul, the guy wants to..."

I was at a loss for further words.

But the answer that came from Paul totally stunned me.

"Yes, my darling, of course. N. wants to fuck you and he will probably do that soon, as cocky as you are by now. N. likes mature White women and boasts that he can have them all easily. Aren't all white women curious about black guys?

You are exactly his type of prey, with your well-ridden cunt, that's why I invited him to test whether he can mount you too in the shortest possible time and use your cunt. I was curious to see how long your virtue lasts.

I have to say, mature performance, Monika. Less than ten minutes, hardly a word spoken and already he has his black fingers in your white, oh-so-willing pleasure shell.

And I bet not another two minutes, and his black African tube is deep in your horny white cunt. I do know you."

I was perplexed. It was planned that way, Paul and N. had agreed beforehand. Paul, the scoundrel, had released me for use by the African.

So why did I still defend myself, even though I was extremely excited?

Meanwhile, N. worked on my defenseless white German pussy, fucking me violently with his black fingers.

I gave up. Resigned, I made it clear to Paul that I had understood, that he had won.

Let nature take its course. I switched off my mind; I just let myself fall and just a few moments later, the dam was broken.

My pussy betrayed my deep state of arousal. The labia were fully pronounced, framing the glistening hole of my sex invitingly. They promised to lovingly caress the shaft of whomever was lucky enough to invade my moist environs, which shone with my lubricating fluids. I felt the dampness in my inner thighs go from a dewy moisture to a full-blown flow of nectar - readying my body for the stranger's black cock...

N. had put a fingertip on my clitoris and had begun a furious dance. My vision had become blurred, cloudy with pleasure, and only a few moments later it happened, it came to me, a gurgling scream testified to my orgasm.

N. knew that he had finally gotten me so far that I was then easy to get-- he undressed me, and I was then completely naked.

"And do you know what the most beautiful thing is? That my can opener is about to crack your dissolute cunt." He mocked me, a helpless thing, even more outrageously.

The situation felt exciting but wrong, but maybe that's why it was exciting, because it was wrong.

Then N. also undressed, he climbed between my legs, the heavy meat of his black cock swinging dangerously close to my snatch. As he knelt in front of the sofa, my abdomen facing him, his hammer was placed in front of my opening.

I stared at his horny bare cock; I already felt his hard, erect chocolate banana on my pussy.

I knew what was next as I felt the tip of his cock slowly slide into my wet hole.

I had to howl loudly when the African then thrust and sank his black organ deeply into my peach and I got to taste strange black meat for the first time.

A severe stretching pain, I screamed like I had been speared. But, well, I guess, I had been-- because his black spear was very thick, very big-- massive. My pussy was stretched to its limit, every wall of my blossoming plum experiencing the value of friction. However, the pain soon gave way to an ever-increasing lust. With each thrust, my pussy became more pliable.

To be more comfortable, he then laid me on my back, suitable for the missionary position.

(Oh, my God,... Unbelievable how thoroughly he then "missioned" me.)

He told me to spread my legs for him and to open myself up... He didn't have to ask for long, I was happy to spread my legs indecently wide. My pussy gave off the smell of its willingness. N. pushed my legs up until my knees were almost at my ears, which lifted my pussy further.

My swollen labia bulged out at him, in a downright obscene way, so my clean-shaven pleasure-fig was ideal for picking. He had a gaping cunt in front of him, ready to mate, ready to be mounted. I held my then very lustful pussy to the powerful stud to use-- I was horny for cock.

His thick glans quickly found its way into my wet twat.

Suzanne, your receptive White friend Monika was split very, very wide open, and abundantly filled by this handsome Black man's giver-of-joy and then violently taken. Voluptuously slowly, he sank his boner, bareback, into my hot white plum. The mighty club drilled into me centimeter by centimeter.

'Now he's fucking me,' I thought at that moment. 'His cock is in my hot, wet cunt, the Black man fucks me.'

(Paul was right about the two minutes.)

My body seemed to shiver as I felt his hard member poke my womanhood. It let my brain melt into a puddle of happy chemicals as powerful waves of pleasure pulsed through my body. I gasped and my legs shook and as an orgasm overtook me, I whimpered and came all over N's penis...

N. took his time and fucked me, on and on. The dance of our lower bodies became more and more aggressive. And every thrust was accompanied by the lustful smacking of our bodies; our moans filled the room. I must have cum several times as he banged himself against my womb again and again. The euphoria spread through my brain like a drug. I lost all abandon and gave my stretched pussy to him willingly.

And so I got a classic blow from the colored man in the missionary position.

As a matter of course, the Black now used me possessively, fucked me as if I were his wife. Just like that. Just because he likes to fuck sinful white pussy. He made it clear I was to him only another of his sluts, whose white plum is easy to get for his black boner. I couldn't do anything about it, I had to accept it.

After he had sexually subjugated me in the missionary position, roughly widened me, and then unabashedly ridden me in, I had to kneel down in front of him next. In a submissive doggy position, I pressed my face into the pillow, and had to humbly offer myself for use again.

The warm air brushed over my buttocks, legs spread, naked ass stretched up, my cunt bare and exposed, accessible and fuckable-- his helpless and easily usable prey. My pleasure opening was still a little open, and I was expecting his piston.

"So, now follows the ride in the pussy saddle of the white mare," N. announced, dominantly.

And already his hard, fat flesh-lance was again up to the hilt in my grotto. He took my arms and pulled them back parallel to my torso, then crossed them behind my back; he had me fully under control and kept me in position--escape was impossible.

And then he enjoyed himself in me from behind, and pulled through my easily accessible white snail with his massive black strap, again and again. While N. drove his hard club into me, he fingered my ass and or pinched my tits at the same time, while I moaned to myself, obliviously. He grunted contentedly, because my often tried and tested juicy pleasure fig was also pleasantly suitable for his enormous rod.

And I can tell you, the guy had an indecently large and thick cock, the ideal tool for splitting longing White pussy.

(Compared to Paul, who is a bit above average, N. is in a much higher league.)

As you know, I'm not completely inexperienced sexually. But how the guy drilled me again and again, oh my God! I've had sex plenty of times, so I am very familiar with the feeling of a cock inside me, but this time was different. Like this was his way of making me feel and know that he was in charge of me always. That I was nothing. That he owns my pussy and I'm just a toy.

It was clear from the beginning that he was completely indifferent to me as a person. He just wanted to use me; well, actually, he just wanted to use my cunt. It was all about his desire, his lust, his greed for White pussy.

But still, N. widened my little white pussy to the extreme with his thick, black African love-bone and filled it completely to the deepest depths. It was delicious to be so full, so feminine. I felt completely womanly.

He pumped and thrust like there was no tomorrow, fucked me thoroughly in various positions, brought me to numerous orgasms and finally filled me with a generous load of his African sperm.

I don't want to list any further details, but for two hours he used me extensively as his White fucking mamsell.

So, dear Susanne, now you know how I got Blacked.

When the farewell came, I heard N. say to Paul, "Your GF is a great fuck! One of the best! She has beautiful tits, a magnificent ass and a pleasantly fuckable, willing, luxurious cunt--well broken-in, horny by nature, and super-fast excitable."

But when he said, arrogantly, "And how easy she was to get laid. I have already mounted many White women whose husbands liked to see them taken by a black cock, but I've never gotten to the trick as quickly as I did with Monika. I'll be happy to come back."

I was very embarrassed when I said goodbye because it was true-- he had had me within a few minutes.

I thought that the farewell had finally come, but to make matters worse, Paul just laughed, and said, "Yes, little Monika gets horny incredibly quickly. Stay a bit longer and see how well she can take some more."

He took me by the arm and pushed me back onto the couch; again I was on the back.

I asked, perplexed, "Paul, what's this going to be now?"

"Well, what does it look like?" he replied.

He probably wanted to fuck my used cunt right away. "No, no, not now." I fended him off.

"But yes, my darling, you're going to get more than just one dick in your lusty papaya today!"

A perverted instinct urged him to use my freshly fucked cunt, still open as a barn door, as well. And in an instant, I had his member deep in my pussy and Paul also fucked me without me being able to prevent it.

Feeling almost no resistance, his penis disappeared with a push into my still wide open, sperm-dripping can. But Paul was so agitated that he didn't last long. After little more than a minute, he ejaculated inside me and mixed his semen with that of the Black man.