I was nineteen when I had sex with my first white person. Before I get into that I would like to give a little background on myself and the events that led up to that day.
I grew up in the inner city and you can call it the hood, the ghetto, or the projects and that’s what it was. I grew up in one of the worst crime areas of the city I lived in. Gangbangers, drugs, prostitutes, drive-by shootings, and just shootings. I lived there until I was sixteen and one month away from my seventeenth birthday when my mom and dad sent me to live with my grandparents (my mother’s parents) in another state.
They did so because I was starting to mirror my older sister’s behavior and they didn’t want to lose me like they did her. My older sister got mixed up in drugs, dating gangbangers, and even prostituting herself for drugs or to support her boyfriend. She overdosed on drugs when she was eighteen and I was ten.
I barely knew my sister. She was eight years older than me and rarely at home. When she was home she ignored me and constantly fought with my parents. She would stay a day or two and leave for about a week or longer, come home and the process would start over again. We certainly did not have the sisterly bond people talk about. I didn’t know anything about her until I got older and overheard people talk about her and the things she did.
My parents divorced a couple of years later. They both blamed each other and themselves for my sister’s life choices and death. It was neither of their faults. It was the culture and neighborhood we lived in. My parents are good people and great parents. I lived with my mom but my dad was not an absentee father or a deadbeat dad. He worked hard and paid his child support on time, and I saw him often. My mother was a hard worker as well and did not take kind to charity.
When I was sixteen I started down the same path as my sister did. I was dating a twenty-one-year-old boy who was in the local gang and yes I loved him or thought I did.
My boyfriend was rather far up the “food chain” in the local chapter of the gang. He was very respected by the gang members and feared by non-gang members. The reason was doing time in jail and before that youth corrections. He was mostly respected, however, for the three straight tattoo lines under his gang affiliation tattoo. I don’t think I need to explain what those lines meant.
I now find it stupid how someone could respect anyone for the reasons my ex-boyfriend was respected. But at sixteen I was proud to be his girlfriend and I got respect from being his girlfriend. Not many people messed with me due to being his girlfriend.
He didn’t treat me very well, not that he ever beat me or hit me. By not treating me very well I mean he would stand me up often when we had plans to go on a date or see each other or try and bully me. I am a stubborn and willful person and his bullying didn’t work for the most part. I stood up for myself and he liked that I did even though it could make him angry with me.
I was sixteen when we first had sex and after that, I wanted it often from him. Since he was the first and only boy I had sex with until I was nineteen, I didn’t have anyone else to compare sex with, but I thought the sex was great. For as thug as my boyfriend was, he was a gentle lover. Yes, he fucked me hard at times, but most of the time he was sensual and gentle and I thought it was fantastic. I liked giving him blowjobs and swallowing his cum. That was one of my favorite things to do with him sexually.
I started skipping classes or school in general to be with my boyfriend. I got into fights at school and started carrying a straight razor with me when a white female senior called me the N-word bitch one day. We got into a fight and I was sixteen and she was nineteen and she outweighed me by about forty or fifty pounds and she kicked my ass. I did get in some good licks though.
My boyfriend gave me the razor and after my three-day suspension was up, I went looking for her. I wasn’t going to kill her, but I damn sure was going to cut the bitch good. She had been expelled however because she had gotten into several fights and called a lot of black girls the N-word in the past. I still carried the razor everywhere I went.
I was not doing hard drugs and just smoking weed and drinking, but my parents knew from experience that it would not be long before I did. They discussed their options, discussed it with my grandparents and two weeks before my seventeenth birthday I went to live with my grandparents in another state.
Living with my grandparents was a huge culture shock. While they didn’t live way out in the country, they did live in a suburban area of the city near them and their house was on more than an acre of land. It took me months to get used to going to sleep to the sounds of crickets, cicadas, and owls at night compared to the sounds of gunshots and sirens.
The other shock was all the white people. I grew up in a neighborhood that was ninety-nine percent black and the only white people that came to our neighborhood were there to buy drugs or the police. Even the new school I went to was full of white people as the majority as opposed to the high school I used to go to which was ninety-percent black. Most of the eight percent white people who did go to the high school acted black.
Living with my grandparents, not only was I the only black kid in the neighborhood; I was the only kid in the neighborhood. They were old houses and occupied by older people who had been living there for years. All their kids were grown, had kids of their own, and had moved away from home years ago.
I would go visit my mother and father at times for the weekend or in the summer for a couple of weeks and during the holidays and they would come visit me. The first time I went back home to visit was three months after I had moved. My boyfriend had moved on and was dating my best friend; now former best friend. I found out they had been hooking up for months before I moved. I was heartbroken.
Once I got used to it, however, I liked living with my grandparents. They were strict but kind and caring and wonderful people. My grandfather had retired from a tobacco company and worked part-time as a security guard at the same company. I helped my grandmother in her vegetable garden and once I got over my fear of them I fed the thirty-odd chickens they had, gathered eggs from the hens, and ate the best food I had ever eaten in my life that my grandmother cooked.
My grandfather instilled in me hard work ethics, honesty, and integrity while my grandmother taught me how not to be and talk ghetto and to act like a lady and have class and elegance. Living with my grandparents was the best thing that ever happened to me. If I had stayed back in my old neighborhood I would have become a hood rat or ended up worse.
My grandfather even taught me how to drive and I got my driver’s license when I was eighteen. He gave me an old car he had kept up. It was not a car many eighteen-year-old girls would want to drive, but I was extremely grateful for it.
The car was a white, four-door, 1989 Oldsmobile Ninety-eight. It was huge and had a red crushed velvet interior. It would be something you would see a pimp drive in old movies for the eighties and early nineties. The body was dinged up and had other visual issues, but the engine and other mechanics on the car had been kept up by my grandfather. It ran great.
I loved it. I did! I thought it was fun to drive around in it and so did the friends I hung out with at the time. It had plenty of interior space and comfortably sat four or five people.
When I started school I was nervous due to all the white kids I would be going to school with. I was scared of them not liking me because I was black. I never experienced that in my new school or out of school. I was called racist terms back home more than I ever was living with my grandparents. I made friends with the white people and got along with them all. Of course, there were cultural differences, naturally, but I never had a problem with them and they never had a problem with me. I think my personality helped. I am very friendly and outgoing and a nice person.
I still smoked weed on occasion with my new white friends. Their weed was for shit and not as good as what I was used to. I thought it was funny when we would get stoned how they would go to someone very private to smoke up. Where I grew up no one cared and you could walk down the middle of the street smoking a blunt and walk past a police car and no one would look twice not even the police. The police had much bigger things to worry about than someone smoking marijuana.
Dating however was a different matter. I did not date at all in my last couple of years in high school. It certainly was not due to my looks or even my skin color.
I got asked out by both the white boys and black boys in school but always declined. At first, it was because I was still in love with my ex-boyfriend and later it was because I had become jaded towards boys. Since I found out my ex-boyfriend had been fucking my former best friend while we were together and it made me untrusting of boys.
That’s when I started reading erotic stories and books. It started tame and unintentional when I started reading Anne Rice’s vampire books and her Mayfield Witches series, which was more erotic than the vampire books. A friend of mine saw them one night when she came to spend the night. I could never tell if my white female friends came to spend the night with me or because they got to eat dinner my grandmother cooked. Those white girls sure loved my grandmother’s cooking.
She told me about Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty book series which Rice wrote under a pseudonym. I bought them online and read them. There were things in there that Sleeping Beauty did and had done to her that I would never do in a million years, but damn they turned me on a great deal and I would masturbate while reading some of the passages. That turned me on to reading erotic books and stories.
Other than not dating things were great. I started focusing on school and was able to go to a local, small four-year college. We didn’t have a lot of money so I started working part-time to help pay for it. My first job was fast food and I hated it and only worked there for a week. I then worked as a waitress at a local dinner. It was better and I made tips. Not great tips but decent.
The dinner was located about a mile from the city limits on a state highway and mostly frequented by rural people. Those older, white farmers liked me a great deal and would tip me well and more if I flirted with them. Of course, I was always nice to them anyway. I am a nice person in general and living with my grandparents and getting me out of the hood made me a kinder person and gave me better morals.
When I was nineteen, I saw an employment ad for waitresses at new Hooters that had just opened in the city. I thought I could make a lot more in tips there. I was not concerned about the skimpy uniforms at all. I had worn much more revealing clothes back in my old neighborhood when I went to parties or out with my ex-boyfriend. I have a great body and had and still have no issue with showing it off. I did hate having to wear the required pantyhose though. After a long shift wearing them, they would make your butt crack and pussy sweat.
In truth, I have always liked showing my body and seeing how boys and men looked at me. I had always been an exhibitionist I guess because as I got older it became much more than just wearing more revealing clothes. It turns me on to have men see my body and have dirty thoughts about it.
I got the job; my grandparents didn’t like it but did not ask me not to work there. I was the only black waitress that worked there. There were three black guys working in the kitchen as line cooks, but no other black waitresses. I soon became close friends with another waitress who worked there.
Natalie was a couple of years older than me and had to be the whitest white girl I ever saw. Her complexion was a blemish-free ivory color. She was a small, petite thing who could not have been taller than five-three and weighed no more than a hundred pounds. Natalie had a skinny white girl body with no hips and a skinny ass. But it was not flat and it protruded shapely from her body. She had a cute butt and it looked good in the skimpy orange shorts of our uniforms.
For a girl her size, she certainly was not flat-chested either. Natalie had nice shapely breasts that were about a thirty-four B cup but her petite body made them look bigger. Her most attractive feature however was her face. The girl also had the face of an angel. She was an absolutely beautiful girl with long, wavy midnight black hair that came down to the middle of her back.
She wore very little makeup at work and almost nine outside of work. She didn’t need to. The only makeup she wore was mascara, lipstick, and lightly applied eye shadow. Natalie had black bedroom eyes. I am not attracted to girls sexually, but I had to admit that she was not only beautiful but sexy as well.
Besides the differences in our looks, me being black and her pale white skin and her being short and me being five-eight, we had a lot in common. We were both outgoing, flirtatious, and like me, she was stubborn and willful and didn’t take shit from anybody.
We also had another thing in common. The way we grew up and both of us were streetwise. While she didn’t grow up in the hood or in a neighborhood as bad as I did, she grew up on the wrong side of the tracks in the city where I lived with my grandparents. She certainly was not some privileged white girl. Her angelic looks could be deceiving to someone who didn’t know her as I got to know her. But like me, since I started living with my grandparents, Natalie was classy and elegant.
Natalie was utterly charming and even more flirtatious than I was and I always thought I was a decent flirt. She would even flirt with me sometimes. She didn’t mean anything by it; she just liked to see me get flustered when she did. I was not used to a girl flirting with me so yes, it did fluster me.
She would compliment me on my skin complexion, my kinky hair, my breasts, my nice black girl butt, and other things. We would be at work and busy and she would come up behind me and whisper things in my ear such as, “Damn that ghetto ass is looking good tonight, darling”.
One time I was balancing arms full of plates for a large order to a table and Natalie was coming the other way after she had served her table. She stopped and took some plates out of my hand to help me. As she did she winked at me and told me, “I never been with another girl and never wanted to, Felicia, but damn I think I would make an exception to taste that black pussy of yours”. I blushed and got so flustered I almost dropped the plates I was carrying. She just giggled.
She and I were the two most popular waitresses and we had regular customers who would come in and request to be seated at a table we worked. When we had large groups come in and they needed two waitresses to work the tables they always requested both me and Natalie to work together. They enjoyed our flirtatious ways and also the contrast of our looks. Male customers enjoyed selfies with us or to have another person take photos of Natalie and me with them.
That was not against the rules and encouraged, but as employees, we were not allowed to take selfies of ourselves in our uniforms. All photos of us in our uniforms, besides the ones with the customers, were the property of Hooters. That rule was broken of course, but never by me. I needed my job too much and was making great tips to risk losing it. I had heard of other Hooters waitresses who were fired for posting selfies of themselves on their social media accounts.
We had a lot of rules concerning our uniforms, not just on how we were to wear them and what to wear under them. We were not allowed to wear them outside of work unless it was a Hooter’s sponsored event. That also meant to and from work. We had to get changed into the uniforms at work in the small locker room area for the girls.
Natalie and I started hanging out after work and before work together and she introduced me to her boyfriend and her boyfriend’s best friend and roommate. Both were very good-looking white boys, well men since they were both twenty-five. Good-looking is an understatement for both of them. They were damn hot for white boys. While both were extremely attractive, I thought Natalie’s boyfriend was the more attractive of the two. We all four would hang out together sometimes, go to the movies together, or hang out at the men’s apartment.
Both men were very close and Natalie told me they had known each other since they were kids and she often teased about how close they were. She would joke and say things like, “I wouldn’t be surprised if they sucked each other off now and then.” I knew she was teasing but it was funny and emphasized how close the two were.
They both were tall, over six feet, and well-built and athletic-looking. Natalie told me they spent a lot of time at the gym. She called them gym rats. Adam, Natalie’s boyfriend’s best friend, was larger than Jessie, Natalie’s boyfriend. He was slightly taller and slightly more muscular. He had a barbwire tattoo around his right bicep. Adam had thick dark hair that he wore styled to look messy and it came down just past his ears on the side and in the back about even with his collar.
While Adam was extremely good-looking, Jessie was much hotter in my opinion. He was well built also, had no tattoos that I could see, and had straight sandy blonde hair that was longer than Adams. It came almost down to his shoulders. He looked like a hot surfer boy. He had the prettiest blue eyes I ever saw on either a male or female.
Jessie was the more outgoing one of the two. Not that Adam was some brooding, somber person. Jessie just had a better personality and a better sense of humor. He was more charismatic than Adam was. Adam had pretty boy looks while Jessie was more masculine looking. Not that Adam was feminine in any way, he wasn’t. Both were masculine young men. I was just more attracted to masculine-looking, rugged handsomeness than the pretty boy type.
They both worked in construction and were easygoing and carefree. Nothing seemed to worry them. To me, they seemed like two young men who were still trying to figure out what to do with their lives
I had never been attracted to white boys before, sure I thought some were attractive, but never considered dating a white guy. But I thought both young men were hot and I started to develop a crush on Jessie. Not that I would ever tell Natalie that and of course, I would never act out on my crush. Natalie was a good friend to me and I would never do that to her.
Jessie and Adam would often come into the restaurant and always requested to sit at a table where I worked. We had some strict rules at work. How we had to wear our hair, our makeup, the previous ones I mentioned, and others down to how our fingernails had to look.
While there was no rule about waitresses’ significant others coming into the restaurant it was frowned upon. While there was a strict rule that we could not touch the customers, like sit in their lap, etc., we were encouraged to flirt with them. Some guys didn’t like seeing their girlfriends flirting with other men. Jessie was not that way.
He was not jealous at all and I liked that about him. My ex-boyfriend was a jealous person and if I even talked to another boy he would accuse me of cheating on him. I didn’t like jealousy and always thought him being jealous of me was stupid. First, I would never cheat on him because I was not that type of girl. Second, other boys in the neighborhood knew better than to try and hook up with me because of my ex-boyfriend’s well-earned reputation. While they looked at me and ogled my body, they were too afraid of my ex-boyfriend to try and hook up with me.
Jessie and Adam always requested my table so Natalie could do her job without any of her customers knowing she had a boyfriend. Jessie would even make jokes about how Natalie flirted with her customers to get more tips. His not being jealous made me crush on him even more.
After about three weeks of hanging out with my new friends, Natalie started asking me what I thought of Adam. I told her I liked him and he was a good-looking man. She told me he wanted to date me. I had never dated a white man before so I put her off when she kept trying to get me to set me up with him. I did find him attractive and a nice guy, but I was unsure about dating a white person. She would laugh and tell me Adam never dated a black girl so he and I had something in common.
I finally gave in and the four of us went out together again, but this time on a double date. Turned out I liked him more than I thought I did and we started dating and going on dates just the two of us. We would kiss and make out pretty intense sometimes and cuddle and show each other affection while all four of us were watching a movie at the young men’s apartment, etc. That was all we did, we had never had sex.
I would let him touch my breasts and nipples under my shirt and bra as we made out at times but that was as far as I would go. It was not that he didn’t turn me on sexually, he did. Our make-out sessions could get extremely hot and heavy and I would get extremely aroused. While it had been three years since I had sex, I was just not ready and I had to admit, I was a little timid about having sex with a white boy for some reason.
After our intense make-out session, I sometimes would masturbate thinking of sex with him though. Every time I did, however, my fantasy of Adam having sex with me would turn into Jessie and I would orgasm thinking of Jessie fucking me and not Adam. I did like myself for that, but I could not help it. I could not control it when his image popped into my head as I got myself off.
I did start to enjoy him being white and me being a black girl. I thought the contrast of our skin color was sexy. When I would see our reflections in a glass window or some other reflective surface when we were together holding hands or me having my arm looped in his, I thought the contrast was erotic.
He liked me being black also and would compliment me on my skin color, my ghetto booty, my lips, and even my kinky black girl hair. He never used the word “ghetto” when he talked about my ass, but I knew what he meant.
I know some black girls who date white guys get offended when they emphasize the difference of their race, especially about a black girl’s hair. We can be sensitive when a white person asks about our hair. I wasn’t offended by it at all. In truth, it turned me on.
We had been dating for about a month when I gave him a blowjob for the first time and we had sex for the first. It happened in a way I never thought would happen in a million years and what happened after I never would have considered what I ended up doing in two million years.
It started one Saturday early afternoon in March and I was scheduled to work that evening. Natalie was off the weekend and didn’t have to work that night. She had been taken off the weekend shift and night shift as punishment. We made our best tips at night and on the weekends.
Our manager had put her on day shifts during the week because she slapped a male customer who grabbed her ass. That was a big no-no, both the customer grabbing her ass and her slapping him. The customers are not allowed to touch us. She was supposed to report him and if he kept up his behavior he would be asked to leave. Natalie was not the type of girl to take shit from anybody so she slapped him instead the second time he did it.
We other girls thought she did the right thing even if it was against the rules and I would have done the same. Our manager was a pussy however and very timid so he apologized to the customer, comped his meal, and put Natalie on the day shift during the week.
I and the other waitresses stuck by Natalie and the manager gave in and told her she would only have to work that shift for a month. We were still pissed at him.
The four of us were hanging out at Adam and Jessie’s apartment before I had to go to work that evening. We were all sitting on the couch, me and Adam on one side and Natalie and Jessie on the other side, and half watching one of the college basketball games for March Madness but mostly talking.
I was cuddled up to Adam, I like to cuddle and am an affectionate person, and he had his arm around me and Natalie was cuddling with Jessie. I was talking to Adam when I looked over and saw Natalie and Jessie making out. She was straddling him while they kissed.
I was not embarrassed by it, we all four had made out on the sofa in front of one another before. I mean by all four, me and Adam making out and Natalie and Jessie making out. I don’t mean all four of us making out with each other.
I looked at Adam and he looked at me and we started kissing. It was not long before we were mirroring the other couple’s actions and I was on top of Adam straddling him.
As Adam and I kissed I soon forgot about Natalie and Jessie. He put his hands on my butt and I started grinding into him when he started kissing my neck. I moaned in pleasure when Adam started kissing and sucking on my ear. I opened my eyes briefly and saw in my peripheral vision that Jessie had his shirt off and Natalie was leaning back as her boyfriend was taking off her shirt.
I never considered myself a voyeur and I never got into porn, but as Adam was kissing my neck again I leaned down further and put my head on his shoulder, and watched Natalie and Jessie. I was aroused from making out with Adam, but watching the other couple intensified my arousal.
I looked at Jessie’s chest and saw it bare for the first time. I had never seen Adam’s chest bare either. I had run my hands under his shirt as we made out at times and I let him do the same to me, but never saw his chest naked. I liked feeling his defined muscles and running my fingers through his chest hairs.
Like Adam, Jessie didn’t shave his chest. I liked that about both young men. I knew a lot of men who were gym rats liked to shave their body hairs. I didn’t care for a smooth, hairless chest. I liked chest hairs. Jessie also had well-defined muscles and abs.
Natalie reached behind her body and unhooked her red bra and took it off to expose her breasts. Jessie then started fondling them and playing with my friend’s pink nipples. Natalie threw back her head and moaned out from pleasure. It was erotic to watch and when Jessie put his mouth on one of Natalie’s nipples I leaned back, put my hands on Adam’s face to turn his head to mine, and leaned down and started kissing him passionately. He tightened his grip on my butt and I started grinding my hips harder into him.
I reached down and started tugging at his tee shirt and lifted it above his head and Adam helped me take it off. I looked down at his chest and took a deep breath. Fuck, I thought, that is one sexy chest. It was sexy and like Jessie, Adam’s chest and ab muscles were well defined.
Adam had thicker chest hair than Jessie did and more of it and his muscles were slightly larger but he was a little larger than Jessie in general. I lowered my head and started kissing his chest as I ran my hands over it and teased his nipples with my tongue. Adam made a masculine moan and I felt his hand slide up the back of my shirt and he started to lift it. I put my hand over his and stopped him.
“Don’t,” I said and went back to kissing and licking his chest.
I didn’t stop him because I was bashful about taking my shirt off in front of the other couple and having them see me in just my bra. I stopped Adam because I wanted to kiss and lick his chest more before I showed him my breasts for the first time. If Natalie and Jessie didn’t have a problem with being topless in front of Adam and me, I didn’t see why I should have a problem with me being topless in front of them.
I decided when I saw Natalie and Jessie making out, both of them topless, Jessie sucking Natalie’s cute pink nipples that I was going to have sex with Adam for the first time. Making out with Adam and seeing the other couple had aroused me to the point I no longer wanted to be celibate. It had been three years since I had been fucked, I highly enjoyed sex, and it was time again to enjoy a penis inside my pussy once more.
I was also extra turned on that I was going to get fucked by a white boy for the first time. I was excited to see the contrast of his white body on top of my brown body. I also was eager to see my first white cock and to suck my first white cock. The thought of a white cock thrusting in and out of my black pussy turned me on.
After I kissed and licked Adam’s chest and flicked my tongue over his nipples several times, I sat up on his lap and looked over at Natalie and Jessie. They were still making out and Jessie was fondling Natalie’s nipples and the white girl was making cute whimper sounds as she was grinding herself against her boyfriend. They seemed oblivious to Adam and me. I looked at Adam, smiled, and took off my shirt.
I was wearing a white low-cut sports bra. Since I was going to work that evening I was wearing a bra that met the required uniform guidelines. We had to wear either white or tan push-up bras or sports bras. No lacey bras allowed. They all had to be low cut to show cleavage. When you wore the black uniform you had to wear a black bra.
Adam put his hands on my hips and watched me as I unhooked my bra, peeled down the shoulder straps, and exposed my breasts to him.
“Fuck, those are some great black tits,” he said loudly.
I smiled. I knew I should be offended by him calling them black tits and not just tits, but I wasn’t. I liked when he said that. I do have great tits so I could not deny that either. I looked down at my breasts and back at Adam and grinned.
“Black? I think they are more brown than black,” I teased him.
Adam grinned. “Yeah but those big nipples are more black than brown and sexy,” he told me.
I smiled back at him. I turned my head to see what Natalie and Jessie were doing and saw they were both looking at me. To be more exact, they were both looking at my breasts. Natalie smiled at me.
“What? You do have great boobs,” she told me.
I giggled when she gave Jessie a playful, light slap on his face. “Ok, you’ve looked enough,” she told her boyfriend. Jessie chuckled, winked at me, and the couple went back to making out.
I turned my attention back to Adam when I felt his fingers touch my stomach. I looked down and watched as the young man’s white fingers lightly ran up my darker body. The contrast of our skin color was sexy. I kept watching as his fingers got to my breasts and he ran them sensually over both of them. I made a slight gasp when he touched my darker, erect nipples and then a louder gasp when Adam took them between his thumbs and forefingers and gently rolled my nipples between his fingers. Adam’s eyes were focused on my breasts. The pleasure of him fondling my nipples once again made me forget about the other couple on the sofa.
“Oh, God,” I moaned out when Adam pinched my nipples slightly and continued to tease them.
I put my arms wound his neck and watched as Adam brought his head to my breasts and he took one of my nipples in his mouth. I threw back my head and moaned louder as he started sucking and licking my dark brown nipple. Adam moved his mouth from one nipple to the other and teased the one he was not sucking with his fingers. Not only did it feel good but once again I thought how sexy the contrast of our skin color was sexy. I liked having a white man suck and play with my nipples.
As I watched him tease my nipples with his white fingers and suck them, I placed my hands on his shoulders tight and started grinding my hips into his lap. Adam put a hand on the back of my neck and gently pulled my head down and we started kissing again.
As we were making out once more and I was grinding myself against him, Adam reached down to his waist and unbuttoned his shorts, unzipped the fly, and pulled down the front of his underwear just enough to free his cock. I had completely forgotten about Natalie and Jessie.
I ran my fingers down the boy’s stomach and took his erect penis in my hand and started to run my fingers sensually over the hard shaft. Adam started kissing my neck as I was teasing his cock and he placed his hands on my breasts again. He squeezed them gently before his fingers found my erect nipples once more. I moaned into his mouth when he pinched them, harder this time, and he again teased my nipples.
“Fuck, I want you so bad,” the boy whispered in my ear. “I want to fuck that black pussy.” That excited me more, him saying black pussy instead of just pussy.
“I want you to,” I told him.
“I have never fucked a black pussy before,” he told me.
“I am sure it works just like a white pussy,” I teased him. Adam chuckled. “Let’s go to your room,” I suggested.
“Suck my cock first,” Adam told me.
“Here? I can’t do that here,” I told him. “Natalie and Jessie will see us.”
Adam chuckled. “I don’t think they would mind at all.”
I looked over at the other couple. I could not see Natalie’s head at all. Just her lower body on her knees on the floor between Jessie’s legs. Jessie had a throw blanket over his lap to cover Natalie’s head, one hand on the back of his head and the other under the blanket over his lap. His eyes were closed and he had a look of pleasure on his face. The blanket was moving up and down and I could hear faint whimpers and muffed moans coming from under the blanket. Natalie was sucking Jessie’s cock!
I was surprised that I was not embarrassed by it. I was aroused by it. I wished she did not have the blanket covering her head so I could see her sucking the other boy’s cock. I wanted to see her beautiful, angelic face with a cock in her mouth.
I don’t know why I wanted to since I never watched porn or thought I would be into watching another couple have sex, but I wanted to then. Even though I was dating Adam, I still had a crush on Jessie which got stronger the more I was around him and I also wanted to see his white penis.
I looked back at Adam and smiled and then moved off the sofa and got on my knees between his legs. I pulled his shorts and underwear down past his knees and took his cock in my hand again. Adam reached behind his head and grabbed the other throw blanket to put over my head like the other couple had done. I pushed his hand away, looked up, smiled at Adam, and then shook my head at the man. I wanted Natalie and Jessie to see what I was going to do. The thought of them watching me excited me as much as the thought of me seeing them.
Adam did not seem to mind at all that I did not allow him to cover my head and his lap with the blanket. I know he didn’t mind us being uncovered when I lowered my head, parted my thick, full lips, and took his white cock in my mouth.
The boy moaned out and placed his hand on the back of my head as I proceeded to give him a blow job. I placed my hands on his knees and used just my mouth to pleasure him. I started by taking just a few inches of his cock into my mouth and running my tongue over the head of it and licking off his pre-cum. Adam gave a moan of pleasure which gave me a feeling of satisfaction that I was pleasing him
After s few moments of me teasing his cock with my mouth and tongue, Adam put more pressure on the back of my head and I took the hint and took more of him in my mouth. Soon I was bobbing my head up and down faster and even deep-throating him several times until my lips were pressed against his pubic hairs. Based on the boy’s grunts and moans he was happy with how I was sucking his white cock.
At one time while giving him a blowjob,I took my mouth off his penis to catch my breath after I had deep-throated him repeatedly several times and I looked up at him. I saw Adam looking over at Jessie and he was giving Jessie the thumbs-up sign with his free hand. Honest to God he was! God, boys, and they’re bragging! I would have giggled about it but Adam pressed my head back down and I took his cock in my mouth once more.
It was not long before Adam started making a series of louder moans and grunts and I knew he was close to orgasm. I started bobbing my head up and down faster and used my right hand on his shaft, which was now slick with my saliva.
“Uuugh fuck, Felicia, I’m going to cum,” the boy grunted out and his hand pressed on my head harder.
He came rather quickly from my oral attention on his cock. I would like to think it was my blowjob skills that made him cum so fast. Maybe that was part of it because I do know how to suck a cock. However, I think it had more to do with the fact I was the first black girl to ever suck his dick and that excited him much more. If that was the case, I knew how he felt because sucking my first white penis excited me more also.
As Adam’s warm, thick, sticky fluid exploded in my mouth I kept sucking and jerking him off as I swallowed his cum. When his orgasm ended I continued to milk his cock with just the head of it in my mouth to get as much of his fluid as I could. I do enjoy the taste of cum.
“Fuck, Felicia, that was awesome,” he told me after he was finished and I took his cock out of my mouth.
I placed my head on the boy’s lap and smiled up at him. “Glad you enjoyed it,” I told him sincerely.
I then turned my head to watch Natalie and Jessie as I seductively ran my fingers over Adam’s thighs. Jessie had pushed the blanket off his lap by then, maybe because he was inspired by seeing me give his friend a blowjob, and I could see Natalie sucking his cock.
She was moving her head up and down at a rapid pace while her hands were on Jessie’s legs. Natalie was making these muffed whimpers and moans as Adam was holding her hair in his fist. I could see her face clearly.
The sound Natalie was making was sexy and so was seeing the expression on her lovely face as she sucked the boy’s cock. Jessie’s penis looked about the same size as Adam’s, maybe a little thicker but the length was about the same. I was surprised by how much watching her aroused me. I enjoyed seeing her suck Jessie’s cock.
Jessie started to push Natalie’s head down harder and pull it back up by her hair and started forcing his cock deeper down her throat. It was not long before he was pushing her head hard and fast and the poor girl started to choke and gag.
I saw Natalie press her hands on the boy’s thighs and try to push herself away but Jessie held her tight by her hair and kept forcing her to go up and down on him. Soon spit started spewing from her mouth in gobs as she choked on Jessie’s cock and the saliva covered his penis and his lap and ran down her chin. Natalie’s earlier sexy little whimpers and muffled moans turned into louder whimpers and louder muffled moans of what sounded like distress to me.
Natalie seemed to enjoy being forced to suck Jessie’s cock that way. When she would move her head back and Jessie’s penis would come out of her mouth, she would make gasping breaths through her mouth but she was giving Jessie an open mouth smile as she caught her breath. Jessie would then pull her hair, push her head down, and force his cock deep into her open mouth.
When Jessie orgasmed, he pushed the girl’s head down hard until Natalie took him completely down her throat. She gagged and choked as Jessie came into her mouth and she seemed to do her best to swallow it. Jessie was making a series of short hard thrusts up into the girl’s mouth making her gag and choke even more and some gobs of her saliva and his fluid spilled out of her mouth.
I don’t know if I would have liked that, having a boy forcing me to take his cock like that and the gagging and choking, but Natalie didn’t say anything once she took her mouth off of Jessie’s cock when he was finished with his orgasm. She just wiped her mouth, looked at me, and smiled. I would have been pissed if a man made me suck his cock like Jessie made Natalie suck his. But she seemed to enjoy it so who was I to judge?
I watched as Natalie kept stroking Jessie’s cock and he was still hard. I kept watching as my friend stood up, removed the black yoga shorts she was wearing, and then her skimpy lacy red panties. She looked at me again, grinned, and straddled her boyfriend. Natalie let out a loud moan when Jessie’s cock entered her pussy.
They started fucking right in front of me and Adam and it was sexy! I watched as Natalie had her arms on Jessie’s shoulders and started bouncing her skinny white butt up and down on Jessie’s cock as she was moaning and calling out to God repeatedly.
As I watched, I was slowly stroking Adam’s penis. He was also still erect. I looked at Adam’s cock and then at Adam, who was also watching the other couple, and I stood up. Adam turned his attention to me as I took off my blue jean shorts, pulled my panties down, and stepped out of them.
“Fuck me,” I told the man. “Right here.” I felt the desire to be fucked by Adam in front of Natalie and Jessie just as they were fucking in front of us.
Adam was looking up and down my body several times and pausing each time to look between my legs and focus on my shaved pussy. I had been shaving it since I was sixteen because my ex-boyfriend wanted me to. I discovered I liked it hairless and kept doing it.
I tried getting a wax one time, but it made me break out and have ingrown hairs so I just shaved it now. Shaving didn’t last as long as a wax treatment did, but they do make special female razors for grooming your pubic area that work great. It’s not as time-consuming if you keep continuously grooming yourself. I do it about every third or fourth day when the stubble starts to get too long.
When I told him I wanted him to fuck me, the man looked into my eyes and grinned.
“I want to do it from behind,” he told me. “I want to see that black ass as I fuck you.”
I smiled and nodded my head. I would rather have him get on top of me because I liked watching a man fuck me and liked seeing his face when he had an orgasm but being fucked from behind felt great as well. I also enjoyed the thought of him looking at my black ass as he fucked me with his white cock.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
I was not on birth control and never had been on birth control and never had sex without a condom. My ex-boyfriend had used one every time we had sex.
“Fuck,” Adam said. “No.”
Both of us looked over at Natalie and Jessie. Natalie had stopped bouncing up and down on Jessie’s cock and the two were kissing as Jessie was slowly thrusting his hips up into the girl. Natalie looked over at us.
“Don’t look at us,” she said. “I’m on the pill.”
I frowned and thought for a moment and made a choice. It was not the best choice I knew, but I was horny and wanted to get fucked by my first white dick. I looked at Adam again.
“You promise you’ll pull out?” I asked him.
He nodded his head rapidly. He was just as excited to fuck his first black pussy as I was to have my first white cock. I looked over at Natalie and Jessie again. They were still kissing but now she was lifting and lowering her sexy, ivory complexion butt to meet Jessie’s now harder thrusts into her pussy.
I looked back at Adam, who was still looking at my body. “Ok,” I told him.
I got back on the sofa as Adam got off of it. I faced the back of the sofa; put my knees edge of the sofa, and my head down on the seat of the sofa. I looked behind me and saw Adam taking off his shorts and underwear. His white cock was protruding out from his crotch.
To be contd.
No, I am not a tease! If I continued I would go over my 10,000 word limit.
