Where it happened: My bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
At the high school I attend in Detroit, Michigan,as a white girl I am a minority. The vast majority of students are African-Americans, and perhaps 20% of are white students or other minorities.
It makesno difference to me. I hav a lot of wonderful black friends, including one of the guys who plays on the basketball team — a tall, handsome fellow whom I also have dated several times in my senior year — going to school dances, the movies, parties, etc.
One night, after attending a dance together,where we did some pretty close dancing, almost like having sex on the dance floor, he drove me home, and when we got to my house, we smooched in the car for awhile. He was feeling me all over and I loved every bit of it.
My Mother was working the night shift at the hospital that week, and so I decided to invite him in. He asked me if I was sure I should be doing that, but I told him it was O.K. As soon as we got into the house, he was all over me again, pressing his tall frame into my body. I could feel his hard-on as he kissed me pasionately, and as he kept tellimg me, “I’ve just got to have you Cathy. I want you so badly.” He also told me he had brought protection.
I got carried away and so we went to my bedroom where we both got naked and fell into my bed. We left the light on next to the bed because we both wanted to see our bodies joined in love-making. He used a very thin, lubricated condom, and he was very gentle as he entered me, slowly pushing his manhood into my vagina, and then starting a beautiful rythmic motion, gradually going deeper and deeper until he exploded rapidly several times inside my body.I trembled all over as he entered and re-entered. His black skin on top of my white body was a beautiful sight to behold, and the feelings I had were simply indescribable. I never thought that sex could feel so wonderful, and I felt no pain at all, only sheer pleasure from his manhood working its way up and down inside me.
We went on for probably 45 minutes to an hour. When we were finished he disposed of the semen-filled condom in a tissue and flushed it down the toilet in the bathroom. He was still hard and so he came back into the bed and we just laid there together, while I caressed his penis. He came a couple more times on my stomach, and we just rubbed it into my body like body lotion. I loved the smell — and then we fell asleep in each others arms.
He woke up before my Mom got home from work the next morning, and was gone before she arrived.
I can truly say, I loved that first time I had sex, and the six or eight times we have done it since have been even better.
I think my Mom would probably have a fit or maybe even a nervous breakdown if she knew I was a fucking a black guy, but one of these days she’s probably going to find out about it and she’ll have to accept it. This is pretty commonplace in Detroit right now, and I’m sure in a lot of other places in the country. As the folk song says, “The times, they are a changin.”
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