Steve led me to the bedroom and once in there, he shut the door as I sat on the edge of the bed eagerly waiting for him to join me. I was excited to have sex with my first white boy. As he walked to me, I looked down at his crotch and could tell he was just as eager to have sex with his first black girl. He was still erect.
Steve sat next to me, I turned my body to him, and he put his arms around me, and we started kissing again. As we kissed, I started to pull at the bottom of his shirt to take it off and the boy helped me pull it off of him. I started to run my hands over through the hairs on his chest. While Steve did not have an overly hairy chest, the hairs he did have were fine and soft. They felt much different than the thicker, coarse chest hairs of the black boys I have had sex with. I liked the feeling of the softer hairs.
We kissed for a while longer as I kept running my hands over his chest and then I broke out kiss and slightly moved my body away from his. I smiled at Steve and reached behind my back to untie my bikini so he could see my breasts.
“Wait,” the boy told me.
I frowned. “You couldn’t keep your hands off of them at the lake and now you don’t want to see them?” I asked.
Steve chuckled. “Oh, I want to see your black tits,” he told me. ‘But I…could you do something first?” he asked.
“What?” I replied.
“Can you, well, stand up and take off your bikini for me?” Steve’s voice sounded less confident when he asked.
I gave the boy a curious look. “What, do like a strip tease for you?” I asked.
“No. Just take off your bikini for me,” he replied. “I have only seen black girls naked in pictures and porn and I want to watch you,” Steve said, still sounding slightly nervous.
“Sure,” I replied and stood up.
As I mentioned, I was not ashamed of my body and I liked how boys and men looked at me. If this white boy wanted to admire my naked body I had no problem with that. I stood in front of Steve and removed my top and then slowly took off my bottoms.
“Fuck, your nipples are huge,” the boy commented, “and so dark.”
I did have large areolas and my nipples were a darker shade of brown compared to my skin tone. I smiled as I looked at Steve as he stared at my breasts.
“You like them?” I teased.
“Fuck yes. Your tits are huge,” he answered. “Now turn around. I want to see that big black ass.”
Steve started to sound more confident once again. I was glad. His confidence was one of the things I found attractive about him. I turned around and even bent over slightly for the boy to get a good look at my butt.
“Damn, Felicia, now that’s what I call a great black ass. That’s a ghetto ass for sure,” he complimented me and I smiled.
I bent over more with my legs closed for the boy to get a better look.
“Holy shit, girl, you got a fat black pussy,” he commented again.
I did have a fat pussy and since my thighs were thicker than those skinny white girls I was sure Steve had sex with like Amber, I didn’t have a thigh gap at all. I knew when I bent over he would be able to see my pussy between my closed legs. Yes, I did it on purpose.
I looked over my shoulder. “You like it also?” I teased once again.
“Yes,” the boy answered as he stared at my butt. “I can’t wait to fuck your black pussy and find out how it feels.
I giggled and stood up and turned back around. “I am sure it feels the same as the white girls you fuck,” I kept teasing him. “I’m sure a black girl’s pussy works the same as a white girl’s pussy.”
Steve laughed, kicked off his shoes, and removed his swimsuit to release his hard, white cock.
“I want you to suck my cock again,” he told me.
I pouted. “But you said you wanted to taste my pussy, remember? I never had a guy to do that before,” I admitted.
“I will,” he assured me. “I just want to see your lips on my cock again for a while. It’s sexy. I don’t want you to make me cum again, just suck it for a few minutes.”
I knew what he wanted to say or implied. What Steve implied was, “I want to see your thick black lips around my cock.” He didn’t say that out of concern he may offend me and I would want to leave. I would not have been offended.
I know most black girls would have been offended by how Steve kept referring to my body as black. Such as calling my breasts “black tits” and not just tits or my butt as a “black butt” and not just butt or my pussy a “fat black pussy” and not just a “pussy.” Just as I know most black girls would be offended by a white person calling her butt a “ghetto ass.”
Not me, however, I found the comments emphasizing the difference of my race being said by Steve arousing. I discovered that night that I got extremely turned on when my white lovers would say things like that, as long as they didn’t go too far with it.
I walked to the boy and got on my knees and started to suck his cock again. I looked up at Steve as he looked down at me to watch my lips on his cock. As Steve promised me, he did not have me suck his cock for long.
“I want to taste it now,” he told me. “I want to find out what black pussy tastes like.”
By not complaining or correcting Steve or being offended when he kept emphasizing my race, the white boy got very confident and even arrogant sounding when he now did so and seemed to purposely say such things. Again, I did not mind at all.
Steve lay on the bed and I got up and lay next to him. We started kissing again and the boy started to feel up my breasts and nipples. He was rough with my breasts, mashing them with his hands, and then rough with my nipples, pinching them hard. My hand went down his chest and stomach and I started stroking his cock slowly.
Steve started kissing my neck and made some comments about how much he liked my big black breasts and large nipples as I moaned and whimpered with pleasure from the attention he was giving them. He lowered his head and I placed my hand on the back of it and when he started to kiss and lick my breasts I pushed his head into my chest.
“Ohh, yes, Steve,” I moaned out when his mouth closed over one of my nipples and he bit down gently on it and started to flick his tongue over it. “Fuck me now, Steve.”
I was horny and wanted to get fucked and I had forgotten about wanting the boy to use his mouth on my pussy. As Steve bit and sucked and licked my nipples, I moved my body to press my pelvis against his body and tried to somehow get his cock to slip into my wet pussy. It did not work. I asked a few more times in desperation for him to fuck me, even telling him I wanted his white cock in my black pussy, but he ignored me.
“Get on top of me and put your ass in my face,” Steve told me.
I had never sixty-nine before but knew what it was. I moved and straddled the boy and moved my body back on his chest to place my butt in his face. I took his cock in my hand and lowered my head to his crotch. I didn’t take his penis in my mouth; however, I was afraid he would cum again before he got a chance to fuck me.
Instead, I started licking his testicles and the area between his scrotum and inner thigh. I enjoyed his masculine smell and taste. As I was licking Steve, I felt his hands on my butt cheeks where they met the back of my upper thighs. I then felt him spread me apart.
“God damn,” the boy said. “Look at these fucking huge, black pussy lips.”
I knew he was not talking to anyone but to himself. I could see myself and there was no one else in the room. Steve was talking to himself aloud.
“Fuck, this is a fat black pussy and huge black pussy lips,” the boy continued. “Damn, you black girls have big lips everywhere.”
Well, first I don’t know about other black girls because I had never seen another black girl’s pussy or any other girl’s pussy, but I was sure not all had large outer labia like I do. Second, yes I knew what Steve was talking about because I do have large and thick pussy lips and their complexion was darker than the rest of my body. Third I was a little offended by what he said about black girls having big lips everywhere.
I didn’t say anything though and ran my tongue down to the boy’s taint and started licking that area. I didn’t say anything because his comment was partly my fault. I had not corrected the other times he referred to my race so I inadvertently gave him the liberty to continue. If he was going to use racial slurs, however, horny or not I would be out of there so fast. He didn’t.
What the boy did do was kept on and on about my pussy and ass. How sexy he thought it was, how fat my pussy was, how big my pussy lips were, how great my ghetto ass was, and how pink it was on the inside. Steve always used the word black to describe it. As he talked, Steve would run his fingers up and down my long, wet pussy slit. At first, I was enjoying his vulgar words and enjoyed the pleasant feeling of his fingers on my pussy, but then got tired of hearing it and just wanted him to fuck me. It was like he made some new and fascinating discovery.
Now I can be vain and narcissistic about my looks and body and that includes the physical features of my pussy, but God, enough was enough!
I let out a moan when he finally used his tongue on my pussy. Steve licked all around the outside of my pussy, took my lips in his mouth and sucked them, and put his tongue inside the entrance to my pussy and lapped up my fluids. It felt nice but it sure was not like how the girls at school I heard talking about it described.
Steve completely ignored my clit. I guess he didn’t know about that part of my pussy and how much pleasure it could give a girl to have it stimulated. Not that that was nothing new for me. At seventeen I had never had sex with a guy that knew about my clit or at least if they did they didn’t care about it. Guys I had fucked didn’t care for my pleasure.
Besides James, I was not their girlfriend or their potential girlfriend. I was the girl at school who put out and was just a fuck for them. I was okay with that because that was what I wanted to be. I didn’t want to be their girlfriend. I had a boyfriend that I didn’t want but was too much of a coward at that age to break up with him. I just wanted to experience the pleasure of sex.
Yes, I felt the wonderful feeling of having my clit stimulated when I fucked, but that was more my doing than the boys. Grinding against him when on top of him or grinding up against him when he was on top of me or even rubbing my clit when I got fucked from behind. Also, I was lucky, I didn’t need to have my clit stimulated to have an orgasm.
If I wanted a clitoral orgasm I did that myself. I had discovered how great it felt to finger my clit the previous year. Would have it been nice to have a guy do it for me? Well yes, but none had as of yet.
Not that Steve using his mouth on my pussy didn’t feel nice, it did feel good and I liked it; just was not all the explosions and fireworks I had heard it was. What I liked about it also was the fact it was a white boy doing it to me. There was just something about having a white boy lick my pussy and taste my pussy fluids and his crude comments about my black pussy turned me on.
I felt the same way when I was sucking his white cock and seeing the color contrast of my black skin against his white skin. Having sex with a white boy was extremely arousing for me; much more so than when I was with a black boy. That was saying a lot because I thought sex was awesome before Steve and now with the white boy it was even more exciting and arousing.
I continued to lick the boy as he continued to lick me and then moaned out when Steve put a finger in my pussy and moaned out louder when he put a second finger in my pussy. I lifted my head as the boy started to finger fuck me and make comments about how tight my pussy was and how wet it was.
My eyes suddenly opened wide and I made a gasping moan of surprise when I felt Steve’s tongue on my butthole. I didn’t know what to do as he circled his tongue around the entrance to my ass. That was new to me and I didn’t know if I should let him continue or not. It did feel good so I let Steve rim my butthole with his tongue as he finger fucked me.
“Oh, God, that feels good,” I cried out suddenly when Steve’s tongue went up my ass.
It was more an outburst of surprise than of pleasure. Yes, it felt good, very good, but I was surprised he did it and surprised how pleasant it felt. Damn, white boys are nasty, I thought, but enjoyed his nastiness.
“You like my tongue up your black ass?” Steve asked.
“Yes…do it more, Steve, it feels so good,” I told him.
Steve once more stuck his tongue up my butt and started to twist it around inside me as he started fucking my pussy hard with two fingers this time. I could hear the wet, sucking, squishy sounds coming from my pussy.
“Ohhh, fuck, baby, don’t stop,” I urged the boy. “Keep going, ohhh God, yes keep doing that.”
I never even thought about having a boy’s tongue up my butt and never would have imagined it would feel so good. The sensation of Steve’s tongue in my butt and his finger fucking my pussy had me close to orgasm rather quickly. I always seemed to orgasm quickly and often and had also experienced multiple orgasms a few times, but also the image I had in my head of Steve’s white face pressed against my brown butt with his tongue up my ass seemed to get me the even quicker.
“Ohh, God, yes, yes, I’m going to cum soon. Don’t stop, Steve,” I moaned. “I’m going to…Ohhh, my God, Ohhh fuck! Ohhh what…ohh fuck that feels good!”
Steve had stuck his finger in my asshole and pushed it deep inside me. I didn’t feel any pain or discomfort and it felt extremely good.
“You like my finger up you fat, black ass?” Steve asked me. I had to know I did from my reaction but I guess he wanted to hear me say it.
“Yes, oh, baby, yes! Don’t stop, ohhh, God, please don’t stop! It feels so good,” I moaned loudly. “Fuck my black asshole with your finger.”
Steve started to finger fuck me hard; two fingers in my pussy and one in my butthole. I laid my head down on his pelvis and was moaning loudly as I enjoyed what the white boy was doing to me. I soon heard and felt Steve spit on my butthole and he pressed a second finger to the tight hole.
“No…don’t,” I managed to say but Steve ignored me and shoved a second finger up my ass. “Ohh fuck!” I cried out from the pleasure of having two fingers in my butt. I was glad he ignored me.
“Damn, your ass and pussy are tight,” Steve commented. “I’m going to stretch them out. I am going to stretch your black pussy and black asshole out.”
The white boy started finger fucking my pussy with three fingers and my ass with two fingers. Steve was thrusting them in and out of my body hard and fast. God, it felt so good! I could never have imagined getting my ass fucked with one finger could feel as good as it did, but two were incredible. To add to my pleasure were his fingers in my pussy.
“You like that don’t you,” the boy said. “You like that fat black ass and pussy finger fucked don’t you.” It was not a question but a statement.
“Uhhh, yes, yes, Steve! Uhhh, fuck don’t stop, please don’t stop!” I cried and moaned out loudly. I was not a quiet lover.
When I was close to orgasm I tried to hold it, I wanted to keep feeling the pleasure of Steve’s fingers in my body in both my holes, but I couldn’t control it. When I came, my body tightened and I placed my head on the boy’s body and cried out in pleasure. I could feel my pussy and butt hole tighten and loosen repeatedly around his fingers. I got the explosion and fireworks I wanted.
After my orgasm ended, I was panting for air and whimpering from the pleasure of my orgasm as I rested my body on top of Steve’s. He was still fingering both my holes, but doing it slowly. It still felt pleasant and I didn’t tell him to stop, but several seconds later he did and I felt his fingers leave my body.
“Fuck, Felicia, that was great seeing your cum,” Steve told me. “Did you like my fingers up your asshole?”
“Yes, it felt great. I never did that before and I liked it,” I admitted.
“I’ve never done to a girl either, it was fun to do it,” he told me.
I then got off the boy and moved to lie next to him. Before I could even lie down, Steve wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him and he lifted himself. The white boy immediately started kissing and sucking my nipples and laid me down on the bed on my back. As he was sucking my nipples I reached down and took his penis in my hand and start rubbing it.
“Fuck me, Steve,” I told him.
Steve got off the bed and picked up the small brown bag, opened it, and took out a small box of condoms. He opened one of the packets and I watched as he put the condom on his erect cock. I liked the sight of his erect white penis. The boy then got back in bed, I spread my legs for him, and Steve got on top of me. He started kissing me as I put my arms around his back.
I felt his penis rubbing against my inner thigh and pussy as he searched for the entrance to my sex. I lifted my legs and bent them at the knees for him to find it easier.
“Ohh, God,” I gasped out when Steve’s hard, white cock entered my black, wet pussy.
Steve put his arms under my body and held me tight as I slipped my arms down to the middle of his back. I found the visual of my brown arms around his white body and his white body pressed against my darker body very erotic. The boy started fucking me. He started slow.
Steve was kissing my lips, my neck, and my breasts and nipples as he thrust in and out of me slowly and occasionally pushed his dick deep into me and rotated his hips. I wrapped my short legs around his and started thrusting up into him to meet his thrust into me.
“Ohh yes, baby, that feels so good,” I moaned out. “Just like that, ohhh, yes, just like that.”
I was enjoying the intimate sex. While not new to me, it was rare a boy just didn’t start by fucking me hard. I was pretty confident Steve would fuck me harder later as we had sex. I think he just wanted to enjoy his first black pussy at first as I wanted to enjoy my first white cock.
“Fuck, this black pussy is so good,” the boy whispered in my ear. “It’s fucking amazing.”
I almost giggled at the comment. I was pretty sure if I had a white pussy it would have felt just as good. But I did like hearing him tell me that and calling my pussy a black pussy and not just a pussy. As he fucked me, Steve continued to make similar comments about my black pussy.
“Ohh, Steve, that’s it, ohh damn…yes, baby. Fuck that black pussy with your white cock,” I told him after several minutes of his slow tempo. I wanted to get fucked harder now before he orgasmed. “Fuck my black pussy hard, baby; fuck it with that white cock.”
Just as I enjoyed the white boy emphasizing my race and calling my pussy a black pussy, I enjoyed saying the same about his penis. It turned me on.
Steve moved his arms from under my body and placed his elbows to the side of my body and his forearms flat on the bed and raise his upper body over mine. I unwrapped my legs from his, lifted them, and bent them at the knees and Steve started to fuck me harder.
His thrusts into my pussy started as these long hard thrusts into me as he would pull his cock almost out of my pussy and then ram it into me powerfully. I made loud grunts each time his cock drove into my pussy from the force of it and mixed with loud moans from the pleasure of it and the occasional, “Oh God,” added.
“You like it like that, Felicia?” Steve asked after one particularly hard thrust and held his penis deep inside me. “Is this how you wanted me to fuck your black pussy?”
“Yes, yes…God yes, more, Steve, don’t stop,” I replied. “Wear that black pussy out with your white cock, baby.”
At seventeen I was not very experienced in talking dirty during sex. I had boys talk dirty to me often when they fucked me and it turned me on, but I did not talk dirty back to them often. Normally my words between my moans and grunts of pleasure were telling the boy not to stop, go harder, or telling him how good his cock felt inside me; with an “Oh, God” or “baby” or “fuck” or his name thrown in on occasion. I wanted to talk dirty with Steve though, so all I did was tell him things boys told me and just added the words, “black” and “white” to it. I found out I liked talking dirty.
Steve lowered his head and kissed me passionately and I kissed him back as slid my arms up to his neck and hugged him tight. After the boy broke the kiss, he raised his body above me again and placed the palms of his hands on the bed, I kept my hands around his neck with my fingers interlocked on the back of his neck, and he then started to fuck me hard and rapidly.
“Oh, fuck, ohhh, God, ohh fuck, baby! Ohhh don’t stop…don’t stop,” I started to loudly moan and call out those words and phrases repeatedly as the boy fucked me.
Steve fucking me felt so good and the color contrast of our skin was very arousing to me. The boy stopped his hard and rapid thrusts, leaned his head down, and started sucking my nipples. I gasped out in pleasure and held his head tight to my breasts. I made a louder gasp when he bit one of my nipples and held it between his teeth for a moment and he started rotating his hips with his cock deep in my pussy.
“Ohh, baby, ohh, fuck…fuck…yes. Ohhh, God that feels good!” I cried out.
Steve let go of my nipple and raised his body again. “You like that?” he asked. “You like me fucking your black pussy? You like being a black whore to my white cock don’t you?”
I had been called a whore or slut before when having sex and did not really care for it but also did not tell the boy not to call me that. Let’s face it, to them I was. I knew I had a reputation at school. Was it well deserved? I don’t know and I didn’t care. I liked sex and was not ashamed of enjoying sex.
Before I ended up in bed with Steve, including my boyfriend James, I had been with five other boys sexually. Besides James, they were all just hooking up. Two were more than once which did not include James and the others were just one-time things and two of the boys were the two I had sex with on the same night. So maybe five boys in over a year, since I lost my virginity at sixteen, was a lot, but I knew girls my age that had been with more boys than that. I didn’t think of myself as a slut or whore.
However, there was something about Steve calling me a whore, no, a black whore, that made me feel different about it. Having a white boy call me that excited me; it turned me on. It turned me on a great deal. I wanted to hear it more.
“Yes, baby,” I answered him. “Yes, I like being a black whore to a white cock.” I thrust my hips up into the boy to affirm I enjoyed it. “Fuck me, baby, fuck my black pussy, baby. Wear this black pussy out with your white cock,” I told him, being as nasty as I thought I could be. “Make me your black slut. Make my black pussy cum all over your white dick.”
I knew I should be embarrassed for talking like that. I should have been ashamed of myself; a black girl telling a white boy that she wanted to be his black whore. If any of the black people I knew had heard me say that, well damn, I would have been shunned by the black community and my blackness card taken away.
I didn’t care, however, because damn did it turn me on saying that! I don’t know why it did. It was not like I was one of those black people who were ashamed of being black or a black person who wanted to be and act white like the young black boy that was a member of Steve’s clique of friends. I was proud to be black. While not proud of being poor or living in the neighborhood I lived in, I did walk with a certain swagger at being from the “hood.” I was proud of my heritage and race.
I can’t answer why it aroused me and why in the future it continued to arouse me when I had sex with a white person. All I know is that it damn sure turns me on and at times I want to be called that and I want to become that.
Steve liked me telling him I wanted to be his black whore also. He grinned when I said it, slid his hands under my butt and squeezed my black ghetto booty tight, laid his body on top of mine, and once again started to fuck me. This time he fucked me harder.
I wrapped my arms around his lower back and enjoyed the boy wearing my black pussy out with his white cock; moaning loudly and making grunting sounds from his powerful thrusts into me and in between telling him how good it felt for him to fuck me like that and telling him to fuck his black whore harder.
I admit that we both did exaggerate the use of him and me referring to the difference of our skin color as we fucked. It was unnecessary but it was also arousing.
Steve had his face buried in my neck and I could feel his warm breath on me as he made grunts of exertion. The boy slid a hand under my butt and I gasped out when I felt his finger make circular motions around the entrance to my butt. I lifted my legs higher to give him better access to that tight hole.
“Yes, baby, God yes, put a finger up my black ass,” I told him and made a loud grunting moan of pleasure as he did so. “Oh, fuck, that feels good.”
Steve then inserted a second finger up my butt and it felt even more pleasurable and I soon quickly orgasmed. My body went tight and my fingers dug into the boy’s lower back as I cried out in pleasure from my orgasmic bliss. Before my orgasm ended, Steve grunted out that he was going to cum.
The boy’s white body went taunt and he made a series of loud masculine grunts of ecstasy and his body then jerked. His thrusts into my pussy became short, hard trembling thrusts deep inside me. After our orgasms ended, we were both panting and Steve’s body collapsed on top of mine. I ran my hands up and down his back and kissed his neck.
Steve rolled off of me shortly after he orgasmed and lay on his back and I turned to my side and looked at the boy. He turned his head to me and grinned like he had just won a completion of some sort.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” he told me as he pulled the condom off his penis and tossed it to the floor.
I gave the boy a seductive grin, moved my body down on the bed, leaned over, and took his cock in my mouth. I used my mouth to clean cum off his penis. Steve put his hand on my head.
“Dam, Felicia, you keep doing that I am going to have to fuck you again,” he chuckled and allowed me to keep sucking his cock.
The boy was only semi-erect, but I was sure I could use my mouth to get him hard again. I took my mouth off of him and looked up at the boy.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I left my phone in the other room and there is not a clock in here,” he answered.
“Can you go check? You may have to take me back soon. The buses stop running at eleven.”
“I can take you to your house in the morning if you want to stay the night,” Steve told me and then grinned. “We can fuck more.”
I thought about it for a moment, I had never spent the entire night with a guy, and I did like the idea.
“Ok, but I have to be home by eight,” I told Steve. That was the time my grandparents would expect me home after the church Lock-in was over.
That settled, I lowered my head and took his cock in my mouth again. I sucked his penis for a while, it became fully erect, and soon Steve reached over to the nightstand as I was giving him a blow job. He got a condom from the box and handed it to me.
I struggled to tear the package and ended up having to use my teeth to open it. I put the condom on the boy’s white penis and then moved up and straddled the boy and started kissing him. As we kissed, Steve’s hand went to my breasts and he started fondling them and playing with my nipples. I lifted my butt, reached behind myself, took his cock in my hand, and guided it into my pussy as I lowered myself onto him.
I let out a moan as I slowly impaled my pussy on his cock. Steve gripped my breasts tight and pushed me to sit up on him.
“Fuck me,” he told me. “Fuck me with that black pussy, Felicia.”
I started grinding my hips as Steve continued to fondle my breasts and nipples and enjoyed the look of pleasure on the white boy’s face. Steve took his hands off my breasts and placed them on my hips.
“Damn, you got some great tits and huge nipples,” he commented. “Play with them. I want to watch you play with them as you fuck me.”
As I took my breasts in my hands and fondled them and pinched my nipples gently, I began to use my knees to lift and lower myself on the boy’s cock. It was not long before I was bouncing up and down as I played with my breasts and nipples for Steve.
“Ohh, God…ohhh, fuck, ohhh fuck, ohhh fuck, ohhh God,” I started moaning out as I fucked him.
“Harder, do it fucking harder,” Steve told me. The tone of his voice sounded angry for some reason. I didn’t know why he would have been, but it sounded like he was angry with me. “Fuck me harder and pinch your fucking nipples harder,” he continued and was almost shouting at me. “Fuck my white cock. Tell me you’re my black bitch, Felicia.”
“Ohh fuck…yes…yes…ohh God, I’m you black bitch,” I told the boy. “I’m your black whore.”
Wow! I knew I should have felt insulted and offended by what the boy told me to say, but I wasn’t! Steve calling me a black bitch did not upset me nor did the angry tone of his voice. In truth, both turned me on. When he called me a black bitch in such an angry tone, it gave me this strange feeling. I can only describe it as a feeling like Steve owned me and I was his black bitch and I enjoyed the feeling quite a bit. I even went so far as to call myself his black whore.
I was only seventeen and I had never had sex with a white person before and being fucked by my first white boy was a huge turn-on for me, but then being his black bitch and black whore was even more of a turn-on. At the age of seventeen, I did not understand why it did, but as I grew older and more experienced I learned why, but at that age I didn’t understand it. All I knew at the time was I became very aroused by it with Steve and I wanted to be his black bitch and black whore while he was fucking me.
Yes, I should have been ashamed of myself and mad at Steve, but I wasn’t. After all, it was just dirty sex talk, right? I did know the boy was not being racist. There was just something I would have picked up on if he was. Plus, if he was racist he would not have been in bed with me in the first place.
Steve’s grip on my hips tightened as I fucked him and he started thrusting up into my pussy in sync with my movements of going up and down on his cock. I held on tightly to my breasts and was moaning and crying out loudly as I bounced up and down on his cock faster and harder while he trusted up into me hard.
I couldn’t take it much longer, not the fucking; that felt damn good; but I was getting physically tired of my exertion. I laid my body on top of Steve and put my arms under his head and buried my face into his neck and was panting for air. Steve slid his hands down to my butt, gripped it tight, placed his feet flat on the bed, and used the leverage to continue thrusting up into me hard. He had more energy and stamina than I did. I was not complaining. I was enjoying the hard fucking.
“Ohh, God, baby, ohh fuck that feels so good! Ohh fuck, ohh, fuck! Fuck that black pussy hard, baby,” I cried out between moans and gasps for air.
Steve didn’t say anything as he fucked me, but just made grunts of pleasure and exertion. As he fucked me I felt the boy slide one hand under my butt and I made a loud grunting moan when he put a finger in my butt and then another as a second finger went into my asshole. Steve then started fucking my butthole with his fingers as hard as he fucked my pussy with his cock. The newly discovered pleasure of having a finger and then two up my ass as I got fucked was incredible and I soon cried out from another orgasm.
As I was cumming, Steve kept fucking me and fingering my butthole. When my orgasm ended, the boy didn’t even give me time to rest but pushed me off of him.
“Turn over,” he told me. “I want to look at that fat, black ass when I fuck you.”
Funny, I was offended then. I got offended he called my ass fat, but not when he called me his black bitch and black whore. My ass was ample and a great ass, but it was not fat! I didn’t say anything but instead turned over to my stomach and got on my hands and knees. I enjoyed this position, but the only drawback was I would not be able to see the boy cum. I liked watching a guy orgasm.
Steve got behind me and I moaned out again as he thrust his cock into me hard. He then leaned over my body, which forced me to lay flat on my stomach, and reached over me to grab the brown paper bag from the nightstand. With the bag in his hand, Steve straightened up and put an arm under my belly, and pulled me back up.
“Stick that fat black ass back up,” he told me. Again with the fat-ass comment! I did and the boy pulled his penis out of me.
At first, I thought he was getting another condom. Maybe the one he had on his penis had broken. I thought that again when I heard a faint rubber snapping sound as Steve pulled the condom off. I then saw it land next to my body near my head after he took tossed it on the bed. That couldn’t be right, however, since the box of condoms was on the nightstand not in the bag anymore. I looked over my shoulder when I heard the paper bag opening and a rustling sound. Steve was getting something out of the bag.
“What are you doing?” I asked. I was curious.
The boy made a short chuckle. “I’m going to fuck you in your black asshole,” he told me.
I flinched when I felt a wet sensation over my butt crack and butthole and then more over my butt cheeks. I realized it was some type of lubricant. Steve started to rub the slick liquid over my entire butt. I never had anal sex before, but I was pretty sure he did not need as much lubricant as he poured over my ass.
“Fuck, that’s a nice ghetto ass and I like how it looks all wet and glistening,” Steve told me as he spread the lubricant over me.
“I…I’ve never done this,” I whimpered but didn’t move away.
“Really?” the boy said in a shocked tone to his voice as if he had expected me to have experience in anal sex. “As much as you enjoyed having my fingers up your ass, I would have thought you got your asshole gaped open and worn out regularly by your black thug boyfriend’s big black cock,” the boy chuckled as he spoke.
I didn’t bother to explain that my boyfriend James was not even close to being a thug or that he did not have a big black cock.
“Have you ever done this?” I asked in a timid and nervous voice.
“No this will be my first time also,” the boy admitted.
“You’ll stop if I tell you to and if it hurts?”
“Sure,” he told me but for some reason, I didn’t believe him. “But I think I stretched out your asshole enough with my fingers so it won’t hurt, at least not much.”
“Do you need another condom?” I asked and was about to reach over and get the boy one, but I moaned out in pleasure instead when Steve inserted two lubricated fingers into my butthole. The lubricant on his fingers made it feel much more pleasant than the other times he did it and the other times felt great.
“No, I’m going to bareback your asshole,” Steve told me as he twisted and turned his fingers inside my tight hole. “You can’t get knocked up by getting fucked in the ass.” He then chuckled at his attempt at humor. I didn’t laugh.
I could have stopped the boy from taking my anal virginity, but I didn’t. I never had a boy try to have anal sex with me and I was curious to find out how it felt. His fingers had felt great so maybe his penis would also, even if it was larger than his two fingers. If I didn’t like it I could always stop it.
Steve removed his fingers from my butt and I felt a little disappointed, I was enjoying the sensation. I heard a wet flapping sound as the boy lubricated his penis. When I felt him press it against the tight entrance to my butt, I closed my eyes and gripped the bed covers tight as I waited for him to enter me and expecting the pain of it.
“Ugh, fuck!” I cried out when the tip of Steve’s cock entered my ass and grunted out again as he pushed about another inch inside me.
“Fuck, that ass is tight,” he commented and I made another grunting moan as he slowly pushed into me.
“Stop, stop,” I told him. “Wait, please wait.” I could feel my asshole begin to stretch open.
“Are you ok? Am I hurting you?” he asked. “I can stop if you want me to.”
I guess I was wrong. The boy would stop if I told him to. It hurt a little but not as bad as I thought it would have, but I told Steve to stop because it felt uncomfortable and I wanted to get used to it.
“No, just go a little slower,” I told him.
Steve did and with every inch, I would make a grunting moan as he penetrated me. Soon his cock was deep inside my butt and I felt his pelvis pressed against my ass cheeks.
“Don’t…don’t…don’t move,” I said between gasps. It didn’t hurt but was still an uncomfortable feeling.
That time the boy ignored me and started to pull out slowly until he was about halfway out of me and then push slowly back inside me.
“Ugh, fuck, ugh damn, girl, this asshole is so tight,” Steve grunted out ad he slowly fucked my butthole. “I didn’t expect to feel this good.” I knew he was talking about anal sex in general and just not my butthole.
I didn’t say anything but just gripped the blanket on top of the bed tight and continued to make grunting moans and allowed Steve to take pleasure from my butt.
“Uhh, God, uhh my God! Uhh, wow…uhhh God yes, uhh wow,” I suddenly moaned out.
My voice was full of surprise and I was surprised and I actually said wow a few times. I was surprised that Steve’s cock in my butt started to feel good; it started to feel extremely good. It was an odd type of pleasure I felt as he fucked my butthole, but damn the odd feeling felt great.
“Harder…go harder,” I told the white boy. “Please, harder.” I wanted to feel the strange pleasurable sensation more and at a faster pace.
Steve placed his hands on my hips and started to go harder and it felt good. He stopped at one point and drove his cock deep into my ass causing me to cry out loudly and tell him how deep he was in my asshole. The boy bent over and pulled my head off the bed by my hair as I panted.
“You like this don’t you, Felicia?” He asked me and he had a hint of surprise in his voice and even a hint of doubt.
“Yes, oh God yes, Steve. It feels so good. Please don’t stop,” I admitted between my panting.
“I am going to fuck that black asshole so hard now,” he told me with more confidence in his voice after I admitted I was enjoying the anal sex. “I’m going to stretch it out with my white cock.”
“Yes, baby, yes. Fuck my black ass hard,” I told him.
Steve grabbed my hips tight and started slamming his cock into my asshole hard, just as he boasted he was going to do. I was very surprised at how much pleasure I felt from Steve fucking my butthole that hard. I thought it was going to hurt. There was a small amount of pain at first but it was very slight and did not last long as my butt got adjusted to his hard and rapid thrusts into me. It felt incredibly good.
As Steve fucked me, he seemed rather enthralled with my butt. Between his grunts of exertion, the white boy kept making comments about my ass; how tight it was, how much he liked seeing my black ghetto ass jiggle as he fucked me, how great my fat black ass looked, and other vulgar comments. His comments turned me on, even the fat comment turned me on this time. He even smacked it a few times, which felt good also.
I had my head down and turned to one side and my face pressed against the bed as my hands gripped the sheets tight. I was making my moaning grunts as the boy rammed his white dick into my ass and occasionally told him how great his white cock felt in my black asshole.
He continued to fuck me hard, his hands now on my butt cheeks and his fingers digging into the flesh, as I reached between my legs with my right hand and started teasing my clit. I wanted to cum with his cock in my butt.
“Ugh, fuck, girl, that’s it,” Steve grunted out, “play with that black pussy as I fuck your fat ghetto ass.”
It was not much longer before I felt myself about to cum, but Steve orgasmed first. He made a series of loud grunting moans, drove his cock deep into my butt, and he started grunting and I soon felt him cum inside my butt. I could feel cum shooting inside my ass and it felt pleasant.
After his orgasms ended, the boy pulled out of me and knelt behind me breathing heavily. I was so close to having an orgasm myself that I kept using my fingers on my clit as Steve watched.
I heard the boy chuckle. “Damn, you’re a freaky black whore, aren’t you?” Steve asked as I masturbated in front of him.
I didn’t reply, I was too close to cumming to reply, but I guess he was right. I seemed to be acting like a freaky black whore that evening. Not that I cared if I was; I was enjoying myself immensely and liked being a freaky black whore for the white boy.
I had thought I was about to cum and I was right at the edge, but it was not happening for some reason. I started stimulating my clit faster.
“Ohh, fuck, ohh, God, I’m going to cum,” I moaned out. “Tell me again what I am. Tell me I’m a black whore.” I told Steve. I wanted to hear him say it again as I orgasmed.
Steve laughed and I made a moaning yelp as he slapped my ass cheek hard, he leaned over my body, grabbed my hair, pulled my head off the bed, and leaned his head down.
“You’re a fucking black slut for white cock,” he told me. “You’re a black whore who likes getting her fat ghetto ass fucked by white cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ohh fuck, yes…yes…ohh, God, I’m cumming,” I squealed out. Steve’s verbal humiliation of me helped me orgasm.
“That’s it, slut, make that black pussy cum,” Steve said as he kept pulling my hair.
I orgasmed and as I was cumming I could feel the boy’s cum running out of my butthole. After my orgasm ended I collapsed on the bed on my stomach, panting for air. Steve lay down next to me on his back. He didn’t snuggle or cuddle up to me.
“Fuck, Felicia, that was awesome,” he commented. “Didn’t know my first black pussy would be that good and you would take it in the ass.”
I smiled, “I enjoyed it as well,” I assured the boy.
I reached over to touch his chest, but Steve got out of bed before I could.
“I need to wash my cock and get some water,” he told me. He didn’t ask if I wanted any water.
“Could you get me some also?” I asked.
“Sure,” the boy told me and put on his swim trunks, and walked out of the room.
After Steve left, I pulled the bed sheets over my body and up to my neck and rolled to my side. I contemplated briefly what we had done. I enjoyed having sex with my first white boy a great deal but I also discovered I enjoyed anal sex and being humiliated and called a whore and a slut when he was fucking me. We had exaggerated the differences in our race when we were having sex, at least I did; I couldn’t speak for Steve, and that turned me on as well.
I had thought after we had sex and my sexual needs had calmed down I would have felt embarrassed and even ashamed of myself for letting a white boy call me those names and how he emphasized the differences in our race the way he did. After all, I am a black girl and we should not tolerate such things from a white person. But I didn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed about it. It aroused me to do that and have it done to me.
Having anal sex for the first time was also fantastic. I immensely enjoyed that and knew I would do it again at another time. It felt too good not to want to do it again.
I was only seventeen and did not know anything about kinks and fetishes at that age, but as I got older and learned of such things I would say that being verbally humiliated the way Steve did to me and the emphasis on the difference of our race like we did was certainly a fetish of mine. But it only turned me on when I was having sex with a white person.
Months later after that night with Steve, I had sex with this black boy who I had hooked up with in the past and I wanted him to call me a whore and a slut, etc. After some encouragement on my part to get him to understand what I wanted, he did. It was not the same. I didn’t get the excitement out of it as I did with a white person doing it.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the bedroom door open. I was glad because I was thirsty and my throat felt raw from all the moaning and screaming I had done. I smiled and turned my head to Steve. Only it was not Steve. It was Glenn who was now standing by the bed.
I was stunned and didn’t say anything as the boy took off his tee shirt and then pulled down his underwear. His white cock was erect and pointing in my direction. Glenn was grinning at me. He didn’t even have a bottle of water in his hand. I clutched the sheets to my chest tighter.
“What…where is Steve?” I asked. I was confused.
“He is upstairs in my room with Amber,” Glenn told me as he got into bed. Glenn was on his knees on the bed and his penis was only inches from my face. “I would think right now she’s sucking his cock.”
Glenn moved closer to my face. My eyes were focused on the boy’s white penis.
“What are you doing?” I asked as if I didn’t know. I knew.
“Steve told me how great your black pussy was and told me I should come down here and get me some of it,” he told me. His voice was full of confidence and arrogance and he was not asking. “He said you liked it in the ass also and I may get some of that as well.”
I knew Glenn’s cock was different than Steve’s from watching Amber give him a blowjob earlier. I knew it was thicker and slightly longer, maybe by half an inch at the most. What I didn’t see of it was that it had a large, bulbous, mushroom-shaped head that was thicker than the shaft. I found it oddly interesting. I had never seen a penis with a tip like that before and I suddenly had a desire to know what it would feel like in my mouth and down my throat.
I let go of the sheets, reached over, and took the cock in my hand, and as I moved my head to it, Glenn placed a hand on the back of my head. I parted my lips and took the boy’s white cock into my mouth. What the hell, I thought, this would not be the first time I was fucked by two different boys in one night.
