I Had The Hots For A Black Girl
I like all races but there's something about a black girl that really excites me. Not just any black girl, there still has to be an attraction, but then that's always the case with me. The first black girl I was with was Kara. I ran into her several times at parties hosted by some friends of mine that liked to party regular. I chatted with her and even danced with her a few times. Anyway, one night while dancing, she asked me if there was something wrong with her because I hadn't put the moves on her. It's obvious you like me, she said, so why not. Well, I stammered, I guess because I thought maybe you preferred black guys. You mean you think girls prefer to only date members of their own race, she asked? Yes, I guess so. Well, don't be silly, the races mix just fine. As a matter of fact, I have a preference for white guys. Don't ask me why, I don't know myself. I just know that I am often attracted to them. Perhaps it's their distinctive body odor and skin texture that really turns me on or because I that like the contrasting skin tones. I don't know and I don't care, I just go with the flow. She dropped her hands from my back down to my buttocks and gave them a gentle squeeze. I remember the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. The thought of being with this lovely black lady excited the hell out of me.
Well, thanks for opening my eyes Kara. I'll have to start looking at these things differently. You do that, she replied, starting with me if you don't mind. Oh, I don't mind at all I grinned, in fact it would be my distinct pleasure. Why don't we skip out of here and I'll treat you to a hot tub soak! That sounds wonderful, she smiled. We excused ourselves and walked out to my car. Before opening her door, I took her in my arms and fulfilled something I had been wanting to do since I met her. I kissed her long, hard and passionately and she responded very much in kind. Arriving at my place, I made us some drinks and we necked briefly on the love seat in front of the fireplace. Eventually though, she reminded me that I had said something about a hot tub. Patience girl, I told her, the least a man can do is warm a girl up before he assaults her. Oh, you plan on assaulting me in the hot tub, she inquired. Most definitely, I responded and taking her by the hand led her to sliding glass doors leading outside to the jacuzzi. I laid a couple of large fluffy towels out and began to unbutton my shirt.
There was no further need for words. We both knew what we wanted. In a few moments, we stood naked in front of each other. My breath caught in my throat a little as I gazed on her naked beauty. Her breasts were large and stood proudly out in front of her. Her narrow waist sloped down to her pubic area revealing a thick patch of curly black hairs. She stood with her long slender legs parted slightly and believe me she was a sight to behold. I felt her gaze on me as well and the immediate effect it had on me. My cock rose to an erection instantly and she smiled as she observed my dilemma. Taking me in hand, she slid open the glass door and Ied me to my fate. We only manged to soak for a few minutes before our passions ignited and our bodies came together in a heated frenzy. I buried my face between her wonderful billowy breasts and eagerly suckled her thick dark extended nipples. Signaling me to lift my ass up and sit on the edge of the tub, she wriggled between my legs and started planting hot wet kisses up my thighs till she reached the object of her desires. She took the head of my cock into her mouth and gently sucked it. I groaned as she proceeded to swallow me one inch at a time until I was buried deep in her throat. She cupped on hand over my ball sac, massaging it as she lavished attention to my straining member. I couldn't take much of that and jumping down into the water, lifted her up and sat her on the edge. I gently eased her onto her back and lowered my mouth down to her waiting pussy mound. Breathing deeply, I inhaled her pungent scent which acted like an endorphin on my brain and made me crave her even more. Dipping my tongue into the fleshy folds of her pussy lips, I drank in her nectar as I worked my tongue up and down her steamy groove. Pursing my lips over her engorged clitoris, I gently sucked it into my mouth, flicking my tongue back and forth over it. I gingerly inserted a couple of fingers up inside her, stroking them in and out as continued to feast on her oozing pussy juices. After only a very short time, she tensed up and a wail emanated from deep in her throat as her orgasm washed over her.
I climbed out of the tub and hovering over her, lowered my body and entered her, burying myself deep inside her with one continuous thrust. We both gasped as I penetrated her and our bodies began to undulate in unison as rode each other to a point of no return. We erupted together after only a few moments as it seemed as our passions would not be denied any longer. We held each other for the longest time before making out way to the shower and then to my bed where we proceeded to make love again for several more hours. I didn't see her again for several days but the smell, taste and feel of her were with me constantly. I craved to be with her again and was, numerous times. I certainly looked on black women differently after that, realizing interracial sex was not only viable, but highly desirable. I have experienced sex with several different races over the years and thoroughly enjoyed the experiences. I loved them all but will always have special memories of my first black sex experience.
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09-03-2011, 08:43 AM
