“Shift it, Chuckie.” And shift he did, yielding his place behind Amy. Brian slipped in and found a rhythm Amy liked. She wasn’t fazed at all by the change of cocks. She’d had this one before. Chaz was at loose ends from his interrupted fuck, his still-stiff dick bouncing as he shuffled to the side.
I wanted that cock, wanted the juices Amy had left on it. “Let me suck it, Chaz. Scoot up here and let me suck your cock.” Just saying it out loud in front of everyone got me even hotter. He hesitated. I think he wanted to study his options. He ducked under Amy to get at her tits, but it was awkward and it didn’t involve his dick, so I got him in my mouth soon enough. This was something I knew about. I tasted Amy on him.
Brian was getting to the frantic point, almost losing control. Chaz wasn’t far behind. Amy’s tonguing had become erratic, so she was in the same boat (the one with the little man).
I’m not clear on the order but I think it was Amy, Brian, me, Chaz. Fuck, it doesn’t matter. I got a load of semen on my face. Amy had whipped around to receive a similar blast from Brian. She turned back to mash her load into mine with a deep kiss, and the boys whooped a grinning high-five.
That’s how it all began. I couldn’t have known then those two hours would establish the course of my sexual life, but I knew I’d lost more than just my simple virginity. I was a complete fucking person. And my friend Amy had a huge lead on me.
I could regale you all day with scenes from the blur of debauchery that followed that afternoon by the pool, but maybe it’s easier if I just pick a few examples. I’ll start in college.
Once I’d broken out in high school I was a bit of a sex maniac. But living at home meant fewer and less comfortable opportunities. Moving to a dorm changed that. I went to a big college a few states away, where I didn’t know anyone and no one knew what an easy fuck I’d been for the last year. For a while I saw it as a chance to slow down and play it straight. But it turned out I craved a steady diet of cock. My dormie and I, like many before us, worked out ‘shared exclusive’ use of the room when it mattered. I used the privilege way more than she did.
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Chalk and Charcoal
“I think we’re from opposite sides of the moon.” That was the first thing George said to me. It took a second to figure out what he meant. “Look at us,” he said, laying his arm alongside mine on the bar. And for sure the contrast was striking, me with a brightness of 100 and him somewhere down near 0. George is why we use a capital ‘B’ for Black. Short tight dreads completed the look.
“I guess our babies will be a nice cocoa,” he said with a grin. It was a good line, one I’m sure he’d used before, putting the idea of sex into the conversation as soon as possible.
I’d had no chance to sample anything other than pale genitals in our lily-white suburb, nothing that would prepare me for the melting pot of a college town. No prejudices, really, I’d just never had much contact with anyone who wasn’t my color. Well, sure, almost no one was my color, but you know what I mean.
George changed that for good. I guess it was at a frat mixer? I went to a fair number of parties, where I picked up a fair number of guys. But, just luck I guess, never a Black guy.
I threw it right back at him. “We can’t have our cocoa babies unless we have sex. It’s basic biology. But right now I only know one thing about you and it isn’t your name. I wouldn’t know what to call the kids.”
“Hey sorry, I’m George and you’re the beautiful…?”
“Call me Beth. OK, you’re very Black and I’m very white. Is that enough to set us off on a baby-making journey? Or should you buy me a drink and invite me over to meet your friends?” I’d seen him at a table with a couple of other guys, clearly interested in the redheaded demon in the hot outfit. George was here on a bet, I bet, so I called and raised.
I am a bit of a mischief maker, always willing to push a little beyond the polite and expected. As we sat down with his friends I decided to live up to my own legend. George introduced Jerome and Hakeem. Jerome had a bookish, bespectacled look, and Hakeem’s six-six frame just shouted b-ball.
“Hi guys. George says he wants to make babies with me. Is that a good idea? I mean, you know him better than I do, would he be a good daddy?”
Cue a spit take from Jerome. “Damn, you brassy. You asking if he knows how? Well, he knows the moves, I’ve seen him in action. But maybe he ain’t got the best babymaker in the room, you feel me? I make a claim on that score.”
Not to be outdone, Hakeem piped up. “Hey, we all have qualifications. If it’s a contest, I’m in the running. Can’t give you references, you understand, I never tell, but no complaints, no complaints.”
Moving pretty fast, but still light and casual. But I was here tonight to get laid, not just listen to three guys top each other. Time to up the game. In the back of my mind was the Big Question about Black dicks. Of course I’d seen them in porn, but porn selects for big dicks so that’s no gauge.
“So, you’re each saying you have the biggest dick at the table?”
George cut in. “One of us must, Beth, but you know biggest doesn’t mean best, right? I can tell you’ve seen a few, so you know it’s about the whole man. Cock’s only part of it.”
He was right, of course, about all of it. I’d handled a fair number of dicks and the correlation often went the other way. Guys with big ones, and there aren’t very many, tend to rely on size. They can disappoint overall. On the other hand, when used right a big dick is a pleasure all its own. The longer and bolder we flirted, the more I wanted one.
“Well, we won’t settle this here, guys. George, you had the balls to hit on me, so you win. Let’s leave your friends to their drinking and bragging and find a quiet place to get acquainted.”
I took his hand — so dark, so bright — and slipped off the stool. I was excited and intrigued again by the contrast. I hoped to find out more soon. As we headed for the exit he turned to his pals and said, “See you at breakfast.”
I texted my dormie that the place was all hers for the night.
George had a typical college space, a room in a house he shared with his two pals. Wasting no time, he pulled me into a hot kiss and I knew this would be a new experience. Not being racist here, but his lips were undeniably different from the stingy pads on most white guys. And bless me, all I could think of was how they’d feel when he got to my pussy.
It didn’t take long to find out. Our clothes lay in a jumble by his bed. The novelty of the skin tones faded as my eyes closed and he slowly worked his way down my body, giving licks and sucks to my ears, neck, nipples, innie and through my sparse strawberry strip to the land of honey. By the time he got to my clit I was grasping his head and wriggling for the best contact.
Man, could he eat a peach. Turns out his lips were meh, but his tongue, oh my god. He had one of those that could knot a cherry stem, and he tied my clit with it. I almost didn’t want to stop him so we could fuck. I forgot all that when he got me off, to this day one of the hottest oral times I’ve ever had. As I lay panting in the afterglow, he shifted so I could try my lips on him.
Two things stood out (yeah, ha ha). His cock wasn’t the enormous club I’d been led to expect, but it was respectable, and very, very black. I took it in my hands to inspect it better, dipping my mouth over the head and splitting the eye with my tongue. I wasn’t surprised that the inside was as pink as any pussy. It’s true: whatever the outer shell, we’re the same on the inside. I tongued his asshole open just to confirm. You know, in the interest of science.
I’d been giving head for years, so I knew how to get George off. I had no trouble letting him in far enough to hit his hot spot. As he groaned and tried to thrust deeper I was of two minds. On the one hand, I wanted to suck the power out of him, feel him surrender his essence to my skills. But I also really wanted to fuck him, and soon, so I couldn’t drain him too much. What to do?
Well, shit, I wanted both. So I went to town on his dick and prayed for a quick recovery. I teased and sucked and licked and stroked that thick Black pole until he couldn’t continue. He grabbed my head and went rigid, pumping jizz into my mouth like it was a cunt. I swallowed, of course.
“Holy fuck, Beth, no one has ever blown me like that. Wow. You want a full-time job just let me know. If we could bottle that it’d sell for more than a fifth of Pappy. Jesus. Oh, girl you wiped me out. I don’t think I’ll be able to fuck you like you deserve. Oh.”
I played with his dick as it dwindled. It didn’t shrink as much as I expected, the whole ‘grow-er/show-er’ thing I guess. “Just take a breather, George, we have hours left. I’ll grab a couple of beers and find snacks, build you back up. You _will_ fuck me.”
Without a care I hopped naked off the bed and went to find the kitchen. As soon as I shut the door I realized what I’d forgotten — roommates, back from the club. Jerome and Hakeem looked up from their game just as I reached the fridge. I can’t say I was mortified, or that they were scandalized, but it was a little awkward. I decided to brazen it out. I’d been naked in public before, right?
“Oh hi guys. Just looking for a couple of beers while we take a break. You got any, like, Corona? Some limes?”
I’ve never gotten quicker service. They scrambled to open the cooler, their dark eyes never leaving my pale frame. They kept their hands to themselves, but boners were tenting their loose workout gear. I took the offered beers, grabbed a bag of Doritos, and let myself brush against their bulges. Visions of a gang bang visited me briefly, but back then I wasn’t ready for that. I gave a parting twitch of my slim ass as I returned to George, even hotter now and feeling very naughty. Now I look back on it as a missed opportunity.
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