Addicted to Black Men

Teasing

2012-01-28T09:01:00.001-08:00

Kiss

2012-01-28T08:30:00.001-08:00

Ellie Learns

2012-01-16T17:51:00.000-08:00

Ellie and Marcus

2012-01-16T17:48:00.001-08:00

Kelsey and Andre

2012-01-16T17:47:00.000-08:00

Krista Dates Ahmad

2012-01-15T15:16:00.000-08:00

He Calls and Says "Come Over"

2012-01-14T10:25:00.000-08:00

After

2012-01-13T13:48:00.002-08:00

Before

2012-01-13T13:48:00.000-08:00

Lindy and Monterio

2012-01-08T04:50:00.000-08:00

Marcus and Lauren

2012-01-08T04:25:00.000-08:00

Taylor

2012-01-07T12:26:00.001-08:00

Leslie

2012-01-07T11:48:00.001-08:00

DeAngelo After School

2012-01-07T10:22:00.000-08:00

Rashaun Stays Over

2012-01-07T09:58:00.001-08:00

Katie Grows Up

2011-12-19T14:38:00.000-08:00

I Hope He Calls Me....?

2011-12-19T08:36:00.001-08:00

All Grown Up

2011-12-07T06:34:00.000-08:00

The College Girl

2011-12-01T19:11:00.000-08:00

High School Girls

2011-11-27T19:09:00.000-08:00

Gwyneth

2011-11-27T12:39:00.000-08:00

Behind

2011-11-17T08:32:00.001-08:00

Brittany

2011-11-14T08:17:00.001-08:00

Pregnant

2011-11-14T07:37:00.000-08:00

My Gym Boyfriend

2011-11-13T10:25:00.000-08:00

Julianne's New Boyfriend

2011-11-08T09:12:00.001-08:00

Don't Tell My Boyfriend2

2011-11-06T04:06:00.000-08:00

Stacy Goes to College1

2011-10-31T08:00:00.000-07:00

Stacy Goes to College 2

2011-10-31T07:59:00.000-07:00

Stacy Goes to College 3

2011-10-31T07:57:00.000-07:00

Stimulated, not Simulated

2011-10-22T20:44:00.000-07:00

(Intended for satirical purposes only. Not a real news story)

A New Career for Amy

2011-10-22T20:42:00.000-07:00

(Intended for satirical purposes only. Not a real news story)

He Loves to Cum in my Mouth

2011-10-17T13:48:00.001-07:00

All I Think About

2011-10-17T12:53:00.000-07:00

Leaving in the Morning?

2011-10-16T09:55:00.000-07:00

How He Makes Me Feel

2011-10-15T12:00:00.000-07:00

Bulge

2011-10-15T10:18:00.000-07:00

Breaking Curfew

2011-10-12T12:14:00.000-07:00

Love, Stacy

2011-10-12T09:57:00.000-07:00

Cock Week

2011-10-11T11:25:00.001-07:00

I Wish My BF Would Stop Texting Me!

2011-10-11T11:15:00.001-07:00

She's So Busted

2011-10-11T10:28:00.000-07:00

Breathtaking

2011-10-08T14:27:00.000-07:00

The Omega Mixer

2011-10-05T08:32:00.000-07:00

Morning-after departure

2011-09-23T07:56:00.000-07:00

Callie

2011-07-14T16:43:00.000-07:00

My H.S. Boyfriend

2011-06-30T07:45:00.000-07:00

Summer Love

2011-06-28T15:04:00.000-07:00

Sorority rush

2011-06-14T10:34:00.000-07:00

Valet

2011-06-10T11:25:00.001-07:00

Boyfriend

2011-06-06T16:20:00.000-07:00

'Night, baby....

2011-06-01T10:44:00.001-07:00

Party at the Omega house!

2011-05-29T13:33:00.000-07:00

Hey, Snowflake....

2011-05-27T12:27:00.000-07:00

Back to my Dorm Room

2011-05-25T09:03:00.000-07:00

Black or Asian?

2011-05-13T11:48:00.000-07:00

Ohmigod, he's just a baby!

2011-04-13T11:35:00.000-07:00

My girlfriends tease me that sometimes I go for really young guys, but I mean really....

Incredible bodies, lots of attitude and plenty of stamina, what's not to like? Besides, most of them know way more about sex than I do!

Getting my one-night-stand to call me....

2011-04-04T12:14:00.000-07:00

Okay, he's a white boy, but damn, he's sexy! I don't usually tell guys they've got a gorgeous cock, but I think I'd have to make an exception in his case.

The Pageant

2011-04-03T14:43:00.000-07:00

Ratings skyrocket and no shortage of contestants!

Spring Break

2011-03-30T10:45:00.000-07:00

Thanks to Andy at Submit to Black for the pic. I hope he doesn't mind my stealing it......

Let's take a walk, baby.....

2011-03-28T08:21:00.000-07:00

My one night stand...

2011-03-19T12:09:00.001-07:00

I was shocked to find him waiting for me in bed....

2011-03-15T11:35:00.000-07:00

A message on my iPhone...

2011-03-14T13:24:00.000-07:00

Breaking Curfew

2011-03-01T16:26:00.000-08:00

The Sorority Girl

2011-03-01T15:43:00.000-08:00

Meeting his cousin...

2011-02-22T16:17:00.000-08:00

The party gets out of hand....

2011-02-20T09:55:00.000-08:00

The Athletic Dorm

2011-02-15T09:37:00.000-08:00

The Winter Formal

2011-02-10T12:06:00.001-08:00

At the club without her boyfriend....

2011-02-10T04:30:00.001-08:00

A little diversion

2010-11-22T16:08:00.000-08:00

Hi, everybody.

I've been really slow to post the final part of my story, so I thought I'd put up a caption or two to keep you all happy.

I love how completely hard and pointy her nipples are. Just a little hint that she picked a guy who knows what he's doing. Hope you like it.

The taste of him on my tongue....

2010-10-23T15:12:00.000-07:00

I looked up at Derrick as he pushed his cock between my lips and into my mouth. I focused my mind on the feeling of his hard flesh sliding across my tongue, pressing against the back of my throat. I loved fellating him, I felt it was my calling, my purpose and I loved the gentle touch of his hands in my hair, caressing me, coaxing me, urging me to please him.

The guys at the door loved it, too. A running commentary filled the room behind me as I felt my new boyfriend pushing in and out of my mouth, his pre-cum mixing with my saliva. I pulled my mouth off him to catch my breath and a long string of fluid stretched from my lips to the tip of his cock. I licked my lips and the string dripped down onto my breasts, leaving a sticky trail across my body.

"Ain't ya first black dick, is it, Krista?" one of the doorway observers said, more statement than question.

"Damn, lookit little snowflake!" another said. "Babygirl LOVES suckin' that nigga's dick!"

"Damn, nigga," another said, laughing. "I hope that bitch's pussy feels as good as her mouth."

Derrick caressed my hair, smiling down at me. "We 'bout ta find out, ain't we, babygirl?"

He pulled away from me and reached over to slide a canvas-covered ottoman toward the middle of the room. Derrick then reached down to take my hand and pull me up, positioning me behind the ottoman facing the door. Then, he gently bent me over to a kneeling position and with a hand on the back of my neck, guided me forward onto all fours. He was determined to get maximum entertainment value from my visit to his room. Derrick's plan was to fuck me from behind while his fraternity brothers watched my every expression, seeing firsthand whether his widely rumored sexual prowess could touch the latest white girl to visit this inner sanctum of male sexual dominance. If there was to be a female orgasm, the brothers would see it up close, enjoying every grimace, whimper and moan. In my mind, I wondered how many other young, white girls from good families in small towns had found themselves center stage like me this night, throwing caution to the winds and giving in to the aching desire to submit sexually to a strong, virile black man.

But, there were no victims in Derrick's room this night.

I wanted him in me, wanted to be on display as another in a long line of Derrick's sexual playthings. I'd always been a good girl my entire life, obedient daughter, high school cheerleader, Sunday school, honor role. Now, I'd finally found a man that I wanted to take me, to possess me, to use me up and leave me spent on the floor, his sperm oozing from between my legs. I looked over my shoulder at Derrick, light beads of sweat on his forehead and upper lip.

I gasped as he entered me, the friction of his delicious black cock creating jolts of electricity through my body as his penis rubbing the sides of my pussy walls. It's difficult to describe the sensations I felt as Derrick fucked me. All I know is that my senses were completely focused on the pure pleasure of having him inside me. It was as if the connection between us melted us into one another.

I felt destined to be in this room with him, my entire purposed to be fucked by Derrick and to be the source of his pleasure as he was mine, to reach that point where I could feel his warm, sticky seed spurting deep into me. He could have me whenever he wanted and he knew it.

I tried to speak, but my voice was high pitched and whining, like a little girl's. "Oh, god, baby!" I said. "Yeah......"

"Damn, that's a sweet pussy," he said. "You been waitin' for this, ain't ya, Krista?"

"Uh huh," I whispered. "Since the last time we were together..."

He leaned forward and I could feel his weight on me, his hot breath on the back of my neck. "You're mine, now, baby," he said. "You tell that white boy back home to go fuck himself. This pussy belongs to me now...."

"Yes, Derrick..." I moaned softly, lowering my head, my hair falling forward to cover me. I could see my breasts hanging down, my nipples poking out lasciviously. He placed his hands on my hips and began pulling me back onto him, fucking me with increasingly aggressive thrusts. The feeling inside me was pure ectasy and I began reacting to each thrust with small whimpers, by turns pleading and insistent.

"Ooooh.....ooooh....ooooh," I gasped. "God, Derrick, I love how your cock feels in me."

It was the truth. I couldn't conceive of another man making me feel this way. Whether Derrick and I could share a future together was something neither of us knew, but deep down inside me, I knew I would always find a way to Derrick's bed. I would always want him to fuck me.

I lifted my head to see the brothers standing in the doorway, watching me. When my eyes met theirs, I gave them a little half-smile which prompted them to hoot and laugh.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout," one shouted. " Bitch, y'all be lovin' that niggah's dick, ain't ya, Krista?"

"Mmmmm, yeah....its so good," I said. "Ohmigod, its soooooo good..."

"Ain't like them white boys, is it, snowflake?"

"No, nothing like them..."

"You done with white boys, ain't ya, Krista?"

"Uh-huh."

"What are you?"

"What?"

"Who's bitch are you, baby?"

"Derrick's..." I said. "Derrick's little white bitch."

"And you like that, don't ya?"

"Ohmigod, yesssssssss...." I hissed, then looked back over my shoulder at Derrick. "I love it, baby .....love it sooo much when you fuck me."

Derrick leaned forward and I could feel the weight of his body on me, his hot breath on my back as he kissed my neck and worked his way up to the side of my face. "Here it comes, babygirl," he whispered. "I'm gonna fill up that sweet, little white pussy." He groaned slightly and I could feel the warmth spilling deep inside me, flooding me with his warm stickiness. A smile washed over my face and I reached back with one hand, caressing his head, pulling him close to me. Feeling Derrick cum in me was pure ecstasy, a feeling of elation filled me, knowing that I'd pleased him. The pure sexual joy Derrick had taken from my body led to a beautiful man's orgasm and spurt after spurt of his thick, white sperm deep in my vagina. For a fleeting second, I had fantasies of repeating this scene, but without birth control, rolling the dice in the hopes that in giving myself to him, he would reward me and make my belly swell with his baby.

I quickly put the thought out of my mind and felt his body connected to me, frozen with stillness as he emptied himself into me. After a few minutes, he slowly pulled out of me, leaving me exhausted, leaning forward on the ottoman, spent and hyperventilating. I could sense another presence close to me and I looked up to see one of the brothers from the doorway standing over me, his fly open and his hand wrapped around his erect cock. The sight of Derrick fucking his little white girl had simply been too much for him and he'd been stroking his cock. As Derrick turned to pull up his boxers, he stroked his dick directly over me and within a few minutes, I felt the thick, gooey drops of his cum dripping onto the back of my head, then, as I turned to look at him, he squeezed the remaining drops onto my cheeks and across the bridge of my nose. I might've been Derrick's little white bitch, but I was fair game for the sperm of the others as well.

I stood up, my legs wobbly and made my way over to Derrick and he wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his half-hard cock pressing against my belly as I kissed his neck.

"Mmmmmm, thank you, baby," I whispered. "Thank you for making me feel so incredibly special." He laughed and kissed the top of my head.

"Y'all gonna feel special a lot this year, babygirl," he said.

He took my hand and led me over to his bed, shouting at the brothas still standing in the doorway. "Y'all niggaz get th' fuck outta here," he yelled. They retreated closing the door behind them and Derrick and I slid under the covers of his bed, spooning together. We snuggled and he wrapped his arms around me, kissing the side of my face. It felt warm and safe wrapped in Derrick's arms and I thought to myself that no matter who saw us, sex with Derrick was still beautiful and glorious and sexy and I loved it more than anything else in the world. Beneath the floor, I could feel the rumble of the music and the shout of voices as the party continued. The world was oblivious to the blissful closeness of our bodies, but I could feel Derrick close to me and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Derrick's Room

2010-08-26T13:46:00.000-07:00

I looked over to make eye contact with them. All smiling, leering, making comments about my body. I'd walked in the door of this house a few hours ago, sweet, sexy, dressed to impress my man and now I was in Derrick's room, naked, aroused, just another white girl to be used like so many before. In my mind, I wondered how many times the fraternity brothers had repeated this same game at the door to Derrick's room, how many times his ability to draw girls to him had led to just this type of floor show in which a combination of love and lust had led some innocent, young girl into giving up her body to the desires of Derrick and the fraternity brothers.

Derrick pulled his shirt up over his head and I could feel him unbuckling his jeans. He dropped his pants and boxers in one motion and I could feel his thick, hard cock riding between the cheeks of my ass. His penis was amazing and I could make myself wet just thinking about it as he slipped it down between my legs and I could see the head poking through me. Instinctively, I reached down and took him in my hands, pressing the shaft of his cock against my pussy lips. As he continued kissing my neck, I wondered if I would explode in orgasm before we even started.

I slowly turned to face him and smiled as I dropped to my knees. His cock bobbed in front of me as I began to kiss and lick around the smooth, bulbous head. I can't explain exactly why I loved performing oral sex on Derrick, except to say that the first time I laid eyes on him, I wondered what it would feel like to have his cock in my mouth. I'd always been kind of standoffish about giving head to the white boys I'd dated in the past, but with Derrick, it was completely different. His penis wasn't just larger than those of the guys I'd dated before, his was the first I'd ever really considered beautiful. Thick and lightly veined with a large, round head, I loved making it grow longer and harden as I took long, loving licks up and down the shaft with the tip of my tongue. I loved watching his reaction as I opened my mouth wide and lowered it onto him. He was never aggressive or abusive when it came to my performing oral sex for him, instead he would gently caress my hair and guide me down onto him. It he wanted it to be gentle and romantic, he would whisper "yeah, that's it, babygirl," or if he wanted it to have a harder edge he might say "suck me, bitch." I didn't mind the harder edge at all.

I was embarrassed to admit to myself that I loved making love to Derrick's cock, but it was true. I mean, I fell for him as a man first, his beautiful face, his tall, muscular physique and his cool "swagga" that let me know he was a man totally in control. Those were the aspects of him which first piqued my interest, but when I came to grips with the idea that despite resisting racial and sexual stereotypes and my worries that I was giving in to a man too quickly, when I realized that it was likely I would sleep with Derrick, I felt it as a wonderful surprise. I felt positively giddy when I understood that this gorgeous, sexy man was also an incredible lover who made me feel things I never thought possible.

I'd had girlfriends who, after many years of frustration, had simply concluded that the femail orgasm isn't part of intercourse. Instead, it was something that came later, as a result of your own effort. Derrick not only made me orgasm the first time I slept with him, he was the first lover I'd ever had multiples with and each time we saw each other after that, the memory of those sweetly intense feelings flooded my brain and I wanted him again. Derrick was the object of my desire and his cock was my obsession, my talisman, the totem I felt I must worship to bring about his pleasure and as a result, I felt my pleasure would follow in return.

I softly kissed and licked the head of his cock, then tilting my head to the side, I kissed and licked up and down the shaft. His cock felt warm against my lips and tongue and I could feel each bump and indentation. When he became fully hard, the head of his cock mushroomed out, spreading wide, full and glistening from my saliva. The head of his cock was so large that I could run my tongue along the ridge, making my mouth water and my pussy moisten.

I wanted to tell my girlfriend's about my man's incredibly beautiful body and gorgeous cock, but I was still too shy to share news of the new man in my life to my closest confidantes. I felt the urge to giggle and gossip and tell stories about how hot he was and the erotic thrill I got kissing up and down his body, but it was too soon, too complicated still. I wanted to make my friends jealous and shock them with my bragging about his amazing manhood, how his penis was such a thing of beauty and how it sent jolts of pleasure through me whenever he entered me, but I was too frightened. My girlfriends and I would talk about guys (like girls always do), but we rarely discussed sex. To admit to my white girlfriends that being fucked by Derrick was now the central passion of my life would make their jaws drop. In other parts of the country, having a black man as my lover wouldn't have raised an eyebrow, but to my little circle of small town, Southern gals, it was still something of a taboo. I worried that admitting I was lustfully chasing after this beautiful, black man might make them think differently about me. But I had no idea a man could make me this horny until I met Derrick.

The Fraternity

2010-08-20T12:57:00.000-07:00

Derrick's fraternity was not exactly in a great neighborhood. Old frame houses that once framed a neat, tree-lined neighborhood showed peeling paint as they'd transitioned over the years into flop houses for college students. The older model cars parked in front showed signs of wear with rust spots and dents. The sleek, black Escalade my dad gave me as a high school graduation gift looked oddly out of place as I pulled in front of the fraternity house and parked. I could see a gathering of guys on the front porch, drinking what I could only assume was beer from paper-bag covered bottles.

I stepped out of the car and locked it behind me. As I rounded the car and started up the sidewaalk, I could see the frat boys staring at me, wondering what this little white girl was doing headed for their house on a Friday night. I could hear them murmuring as I approached but couldn't make out what was being said.

I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy their attention. I could feel their eyes on me and could sense the reaction as I drew closer.

"Damn, blondie!" one of them said.

"Mmmmm-mmmm-mmmmm, y'all can just move on, I can take it from here," another said to laughter from the gathering.

I stopped on the sidewalk in front of the porch, about ten feet from the group. "Um, hi, I'm looking for Derrick?" I asked, a bit too brightly I thought. There was a collective moan and someone went off to find him. Moments later, there was a bit more laughter and one of the guys complimented me on my dress. I said "thanks" and he asked if I would turn around so he could see it from the back. Smiling, I slowly pirrhouetted in from of them, eliciting a low hush of comments.

"Damn, lookit that! A white girl with a ghetto booty!" one said. "Now I seen EVERYTHING!"

"Um, is Derrick...uh, here?" I asked again.

They all looked at each other until one guy in the back said "yeah, baby, I'll take ya to him." I followed him up the steps, through a chorus of "damn!" and one of the front porchers mumbled "I could definitely hit 'dat..." I blushed as they watched me walk past.

Music blared through the house as the brothers all milled around, talking, drinking or just lounging, along with a handful of girls, all black. Mine was the only white face in the house as far as I could see and I felt strange. The guy I was following pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number.

"Yo, dawg," he said into the phone. "There's a really fine lookin' white girl here askin' for ya. Better get ya black ass down here fast 'cause I'm thinkin' she needin' a nigga like me to protect her from all the animals around here...."

He laughed and hung up the phone, then walked over to me. "He be down in a minute. Can I get 'ya somethin' to drink?"

"No, I'm good."

"What's ya name, girl?"

"Me? I'm Krista."

He stuck out his hand. "How you doin', Krista? I'm Jabari."

I took his hand and smiled. "Pleased to meet you, Jabari."

"You stayin' to party?"

"I don't know, that's kinda what I'm here to ask Derrick about.."

He smiled and caressed my hand. "You need to stick around, Krista," Jabari said. "This is the best party house on campus and we know how to treat a beautiful lady right." I smiled. You had to hand it to Jabari. Here I was dressed in one of my sexiest outfits, he knew I was there to see one of his fraternity brothers and he was still in there pitching. He knew there wasn't much chance he'd wind up with me tonight, but as long as there was ANY chance, he was going to give it his best shot.

"Hey, babygurl..." I heard a voice say and turned to see Derrick bounding down the stairs. His deep, baritone voice made me shiver. As he approached, he took me into his arms and I locked my arms around his neck. He kissed me so passionately that when he stopped I was left blushing and gasping for breath.

Derrick took my hand and led me through the crowd to a small kitchen at the back that served as a barroom. He poured me a drink from a large, plastic milk jug that was a deep red and very sweet. I could tell it had a strong kick to it, fueled by ample pours of grain alcohol.

He led me through the party, stopping occasionally to chat with clusters of his friends. I felt incredibly luck to be with such a beautiful, sexy man. Derrick was wearing a polo shirt that looks as if it were painted on his thick, muscled back, the sleeves straining to contain his bulging, muscular biceps. He wore baggy jeans, but there was no mistaking his gorgeous, round ass and I couldn't help sneaking a look at it as I trailed along behind him.

"What up, dawg," he'd say to his boyz. "I want you to meet Krista."

The mere mention of my name elicited smiles and displays of extreme politeness. Some of the guys would take my hand and kiss it and I began to feel very special in the midst of this gathering of beautiful men, a sort of fairy tale princess among the black knights of a very special round table.

We headed downstairs to a basement room where a DJ had set up and an impromptu dance floor had been constructed. After several dances and a few more drinks, I thought I saw Derrick give a nod of his head to the DJ and a slow, hip hop groove began pulsing through the speakers. The dance floor cleared except for a few couples and Derrick led me to the center of the room and wrapped his arms around me. I inhaled his cologne and let him pull me close. Many of the couples had wandered away and along the perimeter of the room, against a wall, I saw a few of the fraternity brothers watching Derrick and me dance. I felt completely safe in his strong arms as he leaned down to kiss me.

"Krista?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I want you to stay over tonight, okay?"

Stay over?" I asked. "You mean ...here?"

"Yeah."

I hesitated. "Derrick ...I don't know.."

"Why not?"

"Well....its one thing to have you spend the night at my apartment. It's pretty much private. Here...well, I don't think its gonna take long for your fraternity brothers to realize I was here all night."

"So what?" he said. "They won't say anything."

I smiled. "That's easy for you to say ...you don't have to deal with the consequences if my Dad finds out.."

Derrick laughed. "Don't you worry about 'ya white daddy, you just worry about 'ya black daddy, okay?" He kissed the top of my head and took my hand, leading me up the stairs to the main floor of the house. As we worked our way through the crowd, Derrick exchanged smiles with his fraternity brothers and several fist bumps. The guys would greet Derrick, then look at me and smile. They knew about Derrick and me already, I guessed. They knew the nature of our relationship and they knew what he had in mind for me as we approached the stairs leading hup to the second floor of the frat house, the floor where the brothers had their rooms. I blushed as a few of the boyz started to hoot and whistle and I could feel their eyes on my bottom as Derrick led me up the stairs.

"Yeah, its on!" one said, followed by laughter.

"Yo, Krista," another said. "You fixin' breakfast tomorrow mornin'?" More laughter.

"Damn, man, blondie ain't gon' be able to WALK, much less COOK!"

I looked over my shoulder. There must have been a dozen of the fraternity brothers at the bottom of the stairs watching Derrick lead me away. It seemed everyone was aware my night was just beginning.

We reached the landing at the top of the stairs and Derrick led me down a hallway to the door of his room, past brothers lingering in the hall with drinks and a handful of girls. There were snickers as we walked past and one of the brothers muttered "...won't see THAT l'il girl 'till mornin'..."

Derrick and I stepped inside his sparsely decorated room. There was a desk, a bookshelf, a bed and not much else. He powered up an iPod player on the shelf and a slow R&B groove filled the room. We looked at each other and smiled as I moved closer, gently rocking my hips back and forth.

"Mmmmmmm, babygurl," Derrick whispered. "Damn, y'all know how to get my blood pumpin'..."

"Oh, really?" I said.

"Yeah, girl," he said. "That body was made for fuckin'..."

I kissed him and whimpered slightly. "Ooooh, Derrick," I said. "God, baby, you REALLY know how to get me goin'. You always get the best outta me because of what you put inta me..."

Derrick slide his hands down to my ass and pressed me toward him. I could feel his cock growing in his jeans and I bit my lower lip as he rubbed it against my belly.

"You want some of this, babygurl?" he whispered.

I didn't speak, just nodded. Derrick reached behind me and slowly pulled down the zipper on the black mini I was wearing, then slid the skirt down over my hips. I wiggled them down to the floor, then kicked them away.

I smiled. "Why don't you close that door and let me show you how hot it makes me, being alone with you?" I said.

"Naw, babygurl," he said, smiling. "Door stays open." I looked at him quizzically.

"House rules," he said. "You gonna be my girl, you got to let the world know.." I looked over to see four brothers standing in the doorway, smiling as they watched Derrick and I. I blushed as he undressed me, reaching behind my neck to untie the halter, letting it drop to my waist as I felt the cool air of the room against my breasts.

Derrick gently took my shoulders and positioned me facing the door, then walked around behind me. He pulled the remainder of the halter top over my head, then hooked his fingers in my thong panties and pulled down. The guys in the doorway hooted and whistled as the neatly trimmed bush above my pussy came into view and my panties slid down over my hips to the floor. Instinctively, I crossed my arms over my chest to cover myself, but Derrick firmly pulled my arms up, looping them behind me around his neck. He slid his hands down to my tummy while he kissed my neck and ear.

"Look at 'em, Krista," he said. "They all wantin' ta do what I'm gonna do with you..."

Friday night

2010-08-19T11:12:00.000-07:00

I was jittery all through my last class Friday afternoon. When the class ended around three, I fairly jumped from the seeat and bolted for the parking lot. I drove back to my apartment, windows open, allowing the warm spring breeze and the sunshine to flood my mind with happiness. I cranked the CD player at top volume when Rihanna's voice began to pump through the speakers.

Boy, let me, let me

Let me do those things for you...

I pulled into my parking spot and ran up the stairs to my apartment. Throwing my books on the floor, I made my way down the hall to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Earlier in the week, I'd stopped by the university bookstore and bought one of those pre-season football guides littering the newsstand, one in which my university's team figured prominently. I peeled it open to page 58 where the sports writers profiled the team's defense and there, standing tall in a photo at the top of the page, staring ominously back at me was my baby, my man. Derrick stood in a cluster of football players, each wearing their football pants and cleats, but with their pads removed, their muscles glistening in half t-shirts cropped at the arms and just below the chest, leaving their rippling abs on display for girls like me to ogle. God, he was HOT! I felt consumed with desire for Derrick and tears welled up in my eyes when I thought about just how much I wanted him. I wanted to tell someone that I would be with him tonight, HIS girl, HIS date, but who could I tell? If I called one of my girlfriends and told her, it would take only seconds for the whispers and gossip to begin rippling through the sorority grapevine and within hours, my boyfriend back home would hear about it.

I stared at his picture and a shiver ran through me. I could almost feel those large, muscular arms enveloping me, holding me as he kissed my neck. My long, slender fingers caressing his bulging, tattooed biceps, the bulk of his chest pressing down on me, his hips pushing against me as my legs wrapped around him, his warm breath on my neck, always whispering, always talking to me, telling me what he wanted from me and how he wanted me to please him.

I threw the magazine across the room, got up and walked into the bathroom. Slowly I began removing my clothing to shower and get ready for my date.
Three hours later, my hair washed, blown and curled, my legs shaved and my toenails and fingernails painted, I leaned forward to apply the finishing touches to my make up. Not too much, with a touch of blush and eyeliner, as clean and natural as I could manage, then off to my closet to pick the right outfit for the evening.

I dropped my towel and began leafing through my lingerie drawer. I didn't have a lot of really expensive lingerie, but there were a few tried-and-true items I could use to impress Derrick. I pulled out a matching pale peach bra-and-panty set I felt would accent my blonde hair and still look sexy. The panty was a thong that rode high on my hips and gathering in a slight V shape just below my belly button, the bra had thin spaghetti straps over the shoulders and the front scooped low, barely covering my nipples and latching with a small snap between my breasts. I'd always been self-conscious about my smallish breasts and fantasized about making them larger someda, but Derrick never appeared put off by the prospect of being with a white girl who seemed to have more going on below the waist than above.

After choosing my underwear, I was conflicted about what to wear over my lingerie. I thought about some tight, sexy jeans and a tank top but discarded the idea as too casual. I finally settled on a stretchy, black mini and a gold lame halter top that tied around my neck and hung bare in the back. Wearing it would mean I'd have to go braless, but the two pieces looked so cute together I couldn't resist and I hoped Derrick wouldn't be able to either. As I shrugged out of my bra and slid the tank top over my head, I inhaled deeply. I was showing more skin than I was accustomed to and as I tied the waist of the halter behind my back, the fabric across my chest was thin enough to allow my rather pointy nipples to be easily seen. If I became aroused, there would be no hiding it. My headlights were on high beam.

After another hour of primping, I headed to the car for the drive to Derrick's fraternity house. In the parking lot of my apartment complex, I got a few approving stares from the college boys passing by and a few watched me blatantly as I slid into the driver's seat of my car, forcing my skirt to ride up and I blushed as I saw them looking at my upper thigh.

Waiting for his call...

2010-04-06T12:10:00.000-07:00

It was close to 4:00 a.m. when Derrick and Jamal left my apartment. I was half-asleep, lying naked in my bed, but I could hear them talking in the living room and in the kitchen, searching through my refrigerator for bottles of beer to take with them as they left, laughing and joking about how they “cain’t never give up white pussy” and I heard Jamal asking Derrick to make sure they had my phone number before they left.

I spent the whole next day in a haze, barely leaving my bed, spending hours staring out the window at my neighbors coming and going from their apartments. They have no idea the world has changed, I thought to myself. No idea the girl who lives in my apartment is a completely different person.

I spent the day thinking about Derrick, wondering what he was doing, wondering if he’d call me at some point. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. By mid afternoon, I was growing increasingly desperate, wanting him to call. I somehow thought if I simply focused my mind and my energy on him, Derrick would somehow get the message, he would understand how much I wanted to talk to him and to see him again. I slipped into a pair of frayed, old pajamas and curled up on the couch, watching TV. I hugged a pillow in an attempt to recreate the closeness we’d shared, the energy of our bodies next to each other, but it was no use. The only thing that would satisfy my craving for Derrick was Derrick.

That evening, I ate some leftover Chinese take-out in my refrigerator and eventually crawled back into my bed. The musky scent of his body still drifted from my pillow and I inhaled slowly, closing my eyes. I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes, picturing him above me, my fingers tracing the hard lines of his shoulders and arms, caressing his muscular back as his warm breath floated down to cover me. I imagined his hard, warm cock with its broad fleshy head pushing against my labia and spreading them wide, then slipping inside me as I groaned, drawing my knees up against his sides and locking my arms around his neck. I remembered how deliciously he filled me and as he slowly began moving back and forth, the electric jolts coursing through my body as his amazing cock rubbed the walls of my pussy.

I reached down with my hands and began to rub the inside of my thighs when my phone began vibrating on the nightstand. I looked at the number and my hear leaped when I saw it was Derrick.

“Hello?” I said.

“Hey, babygurl,” said the low, distinctly masculine voice. “What chu’ doin’?”

I felt myself blush. “Hi, baby,” I said, my voice going high and girly. “I was just thinkin’ ‘bout you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Derrick, said teasingly. “What was you thinkin’?”

“I was just thinking about what an incredible time I had with you last night.”

“Yeah? What was so incredible about it?”

I laughed. “I think you know.”

“No, I don’t. Tell me.”
I took a deep breath and we both laughed. “Derrick, baby, I don’t have to tell you there’s never been a man whose made me feel like I felt last night.”

“You sure it wasn’t just ‘cause I brought along my boy?”

“No,” I said in mock protest. “It was you. I didn’t even have a clue sex could be like that until you were inside me.”

“You like that, huh?”

“Most definitely. And I think you could tell I liked it, too.”

“You gave me a few clues, I have to say that. But it would be a shame to think that was only a one-time thing. I think we have to try it again to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.” He chortled as he spoke.

“I was thinking the exact, same thing,” I said.

Derrick laughed. “What do you think your daddy’d say if he knew you was talkin’ to a nigga like that?”

I laughed. “He wouldn’t be happy.”

“What about ya boyfriend?”

“Even less.”

“You know I’m gonna take you away from him, don’t ya?”

I took a deep breath. “Baby, let’s not talk about him right now, okay?

“Okay, so when you comin’ over to spend the night?”

“At YOUR place?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you have roommates?”

“Yeah, I got a bunch of ‘em. So what?”

“How many?”

“You ever heard of the Omega House?”

“Yeah, I think so. That’s a black fraternity, right?

“Yeah, that’s where I live,” he said. “So, I got 28 roomates.”

“Ohmigod, Derrick,” I gasped. “I can’t have sex with you in a frat house!”

“Why not?”

“Why NOT?” I said. “Do you know how long it would take for word to get around campus that I was bangin’ some guy in the Omega House? I wouldn’t have to break it off with my boyfriend, he’d be outta here in a heartbeat!”

“Then, it’d save you a step,” Derrick laughed. “C’mon, now, we hooked up on your home field, only fair the next game be on MY turf.”

“But, Derrick, sex in frat houses is just so….so, SLUTTY!”

“Naw, its cool. I’ll clean up for ya and make sure you get treated right.” There was a long pause. “Look, Krista, if ya wanna be with me, this is somethin’ gotta happen, okay?”

“Okay, when?”

“Friday night. Whyn’t ya come over about nine? We’ll be partyin’ with some friends over here. Wear somethin’ sexy.”

“Come over? You mean you’re not gonna pick me up? I just show up, knock on the door and we fuck?”

He laughed. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“God, I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. I must be out of my mind.”

Derrick’s voice got low. “I’m gonna get in ya head, Krista. And if we roll like I wanna roll, babygurl, its gonna be off the chain.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of,” I said. I kissed Derrick over the phone and hung up, lying motionless on the bed. My neighbors may not have realized my life had changed, but as I laid there, thinking of Derrick, I knew deep down it had.

I Become His....

2010-04-01T11:33:00.001-07:00

I could feel Derrick’s hot breath on my neck as I closed my eyes and tried to regain my breath. I felt drugged, my mind and body flooded with some mysterious force that rendered me unable to move as I slowly became aware of myself again. To say that the orgasm was unlike anything I’d ever experienced would be like saying people in the path of a tidal wave might get a little wet. I had no idea my body was capable of feeling this way and a feeling of mild euphoria enveloped me. He had completely and totally satisfied me in a way that no other man had ever done and as I slowly awoke from my stupor, I became aware of Derrick above me, slowly pushing in and out of me with his penis. I realized that I may have been done, but he was not.

I looked up at him and smiled, still groggy.

“Mmmmmm, babygurl,” he whispered. “Ya pussy is soooooo sweet…”

“You like that?”

“Uh huh,” he said. “Ah’m gonna bust a big ‘ol nut up in ya, girl.”

I smiled and kissed him. “Mmmmm, I’d like that.”

He began to increase the pace of his thrusts and I wrapped my legs around the small of his back. His breathing got heavier and after a few minutes, to my surprise I felt my body beginning to respond to him again. Ohmigod, I thought, he’s going to make me cum again!

He placed his elbows on either side of my head and leaned down to kiss me again. Each time he pulled his lips away from mine, Derrick would stare into my eyes, a snarl growing on his face. He laced his fingers together as his hands capped the top of my head, pushing me down with each thrust, forcing his cock deeper into me and making me whimper as we forced our bodies together.

“My fuckin’ little white bitch…” he hissed.

“Uh huh,” I said.

“You love this big, black dick, don’t ya?”

“Yeah,”

“Daddy don’t know what you doin’ right now, does he girl?”

“No,”

“He wouldn’t like it, would he?”

“No,”

“I don’t give a fuck what he likes,” Derrick said. “Ah’m gonna hit that pussy and he cain’t do nothin’ ‘bout it, right, girl?”

“Yes, Derrick.”

“Ah’m gonna fill that pussy up, you ready?”

“Yes, baby.”

After a few more strokes, Derrick suddenly threw his head back, his back arching and I could feel a sudden warmth flooding my insides as he shot his load into my pussy. I never reached that second orgasm, but it didn’t really matter to me as I watched this beautiful, muscular black god fill me with his semen. He slumped forward, breathing heavily. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing the side of his face.

“Mmmmmm, thank you, baby,” I whispered.

“For what?”

“For making me feel so incredible,” I said. “I can’t think of any place in the world I’d rather be than underneath you, feeling you inside me.”

“Yeah, well, you gon’ get to feel a lot of that in the next few weeks,” Derrick said, smiling. He leaned down to kiss me again, his tongue gently probing between my lips.

“Mmmmmm, I like that….”

“You know you gotta dump that sorry-assed white boy been hangin’ around you, right?

“Oh, god,” I groaned at his reference to my boyfriend. “Can’t I just deal with that later? Can’t we just hook up and not have anybody know?”

Derrick laughed. “Yeah, we can do that,” he said. “But that pussy’s so sweet, Ah’m not sure I can keep it to myself.”

Suddenly, my cell phone began buzzing on my night stand. I picked it up and looked at the number. It was Brian, my boyfriend. I slapped my hand to my forehead and groaned again. “Oh, no…”

Derrick looked at the number and laughed even harder. “Go on, answer it,” he said. “Tell ‘em you just got done fuckin’ a nigga that can run circles around any white boy in bed. Tell ‘em tha nigga done pushed ALL ya buttons and made my babygurl cum so hard she couldn’t even TALK! Tell ‘em dat pussy belongs to ME now!”

I put the phone back on the night stand and let it ring over to voice mail. I wrapped my arms around Derrick again and pulled him to me, kissing him deeply. The only reality that existed in my mind at the moment was the one I was sharing with Derrick, both of us naked, bodies connected as I felt his warmth oozing deep inside me. My entire world was this bed and this man and I wanted him inside me forever. I could shut other men as they ceased to exist, until only this tall, gorgeous black man with his penetrating eyes, hard, muscular body and thick black cock remained. His penis! God, how I loved its warmth, its hardness, the smooth, round head rubbing the walls of my pussy. It would happen again, I knew. Maybe many times, but I would never refuse him.

He was right. I did belong to him now.

Givin' it up

2010-03-15T12:07:00.000-07:00

I could hear Jamal hissing “fuck, yeah, bitch!” as his cock parted my pussy lips and slipped inside me. I closed my eyes as I continued taking Derrick in my mouth and I heard him chuckle.

“You like that, Krista?” he said, smiling.

“Uh huh.”

“Feels good when a nigga be usin’ you, huh? Even better when two niggaz doin’ it, right?” I took my mouth off him and look up at him, straight into his eyes.

“Derrick, please don’t tell anybody about this, okay?” I said, pleading. He kissed me and smiled.

“What? You got secrets you need to keep?”

“No, it’s not that, its just …..” I hesitated. Jamal leaned forward until I could feel his hot breath on my neck and his muscular arms on either side of me, propping him up.

“Damn, Krista,” he hissed. “Pussy be sweet. Sweet and tight. Damn!”

“What is it, Krista?” Derrick asked.

“It’s just, well…” I said as he kissed me again. “My family’s old school, from a really small town and my daddy’d be really pissed if word about us got back to him, not to mention my b…..” I stopped.

Derrick smiled. “Ya boyfriend? Is that what you mean?” he said, laughing. “Don’t worry, Krista. Me and my boyz make a livin’ off white girls like you, who date rich white boys but come lookin’ for sumpin’ special from a nigga every once in a while.”

Jamal began to pick up the pace. “Yeah, Krista, we got ‘ya back. My boy ‘n me know if we gonna keep hittin’ ‘dis sweet, white pussy, we gotta be discreet…”

I refocused my attention on Derrick’s cock and took him back into my mouth, as Derrick guided me up and down on his lap. I began to make little, high-pitched squeals as Jamal continued fucking me.

“My nigga getting’ to ya, Krista?”

“Uh huh.”

“Feel good?”

“Yeah.”

“Go on, tell him it feels good, babygurl…” I hesitated. Clearly, Derrick and Jamal enjoyed my embarrassment at how I was reacting to sex with them. The signs were becoming more and more obvious. My face was becoming flushed and red, my nipples were starting to get hard and poke straight out and Jamal’s pounding was forcing groans and squeals of pleasure out of me. He actually did have a really nice cock and clearly he wasn’t want of those guys who thought a big cock was enough to impress. Jamal had plenty of ego and attitude, don’t get me wrong, but he also knew a tender touch and the right words at the right time could mean the difference between a guy just getting off and two people really wanting each other. He knew a girl like me would let a guy be as cocky as he wants if he knows the right buttons to push and he was definitely pushing them.

“Tell him, Krista,” Derrick interrupted. “Tell my boy you like it when he fucks you.”

Jamal was breathing harder. “You like it, Krista? You like how I’m fuckin’ you?”

I raised up off Derrick and turn toward Jamal over my shoulder. He kissed me deeply, his warm, wet tongue probing my mouth. He broke away, leaving me gasping for breath and I dropped my head and moaned.

“Oh, god, Jamal, that’s soooooooo good!” I said. “Ohmigod, baby, you’re sooooooo good at fucking me…”

“Damn, straight, bitch,” he said. “Ah’m gonna wear this pussy out.”

Derrick laughed. “My boy be fillin’ a white girl up, don’t he, Krista?”

I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. “Yeah,” I whispered. “God, he’s really stretching me, I can’t believe how incredible he feels inside me.”

“Better than that white boy back home?” Derrick said. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was staring at me, looking deep into my soul. He knows, I thought to myself, he knows how long I’ve wanted this. Derrick cupped my face in his hands and leaned forward, bringing his face within inches of mine and letting a cocky grin emerge.

“It’s waaay better than them white boys, ain’t it, Krista?” he said as he began to kiss me. “We know all the right buttons to push wit’ you, babygurl and we gon’ spend all night pushin’ em.”

“Ohmigod…” I whispered.

“And when you ready …not tonight, but when you ready…we gon’ bring some mo’ boyz by to play wit’ you, baby. And you gon’ have fun wit’ them, too.”

“Wait, no…” I protested.

“Shhhhhhh, quiet girl,” Derrick said. “Ah’m just tellin’ you how its gonna be. You gonna be real sweet to my crew and we gonna make you our favorite white girl, see. Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.”

Jamal leaned forward again. “Ooooh, it’s gonna be so much fun, Krista!” he whispered. “You know what we ‘gon make you, don’t cha?”

I gasped as Jamal’s thrusts became harder. I started to whine, my voice high pitched and squeaky, like a little girl’s and I could feel the blood draining from my face as it circulated through my body and gathered in the fleshy areas between my legs. I tried to speak, but couldn’t and started getting light headed.

“Go on, girl, say it!” Derrick laughed. “If we ‘gon turn you into one, you gotta be able to say it!’

I looked deep into Derrick’s eyes. “Y..y..your bitch?” I said, but it sounded more like a plea than an answer. Both men started snickering. Derrick kissed me and looked at me with what appeared to be genuine affection.

“Das’ right, Krista,” he said. “You my bitch, now.”

Jamal laughed. “C’mon, Krista, let’s call up ya’ daddy and tell him you got a new daddy now.” Derrick reached over and picked up my cell phone, lying on the night stand.

“Y..y..you’re not really gonna do that?” I asked, pleading. “Are you?”

Derrick laughed. “Oh, you don’t think he’ll like some strange nigga callin’ him up and tellin’ him he’s got his dick buried in his little princess?”

“No, please.”

“Oh? Maybe we should call up that boyfriend and tell him you beggin’ us to fuck you..”

“No, seriously..”

“Whatsa matter, Krista? You don’t like Jamal’s dick in you?”

“No, its not that…”

“Go on, baby,” Derrick teased. “Tell the man how good it feels.”

I hesitated. This isn’t what I’d envisioned the night becoming. I’d thought by inviting these two beautiful men into my apartment, I was opening the door to a night of exploration. I quickly realized I was losing control and Jamal and Derrick wanted sex on their terms, not mine. I was being prodded into playing a role and if I wanted to have them in my bed, it was a role I needed to embrace, something outside my comfort zone. I would need to be a brazen, openly sexual, lustful little white girl, the type of girl for whom their pleasure meant my pleasure. I was convinced I would burn in Hell for what I was feeling and what I was about to do.

I looked over my shoulder at Jamal. “Mmmmmm, you really feel good inside me, Jamal,” I said, hesitantly. “I can’t believe how much your thick, beautiful cock turns me on. I’ve never been fucked like this before…”

“White boy don’t hit it like ‘dis?”

“Not even close.”

“What about Derrick?” I looked over at him, leaning against the headboard, smiling, watching me take his best friend’s cock inside me.

“Derrick’s gonna make me have an orgasm,” I said, smiling. “Derrick’s a white girl’s pussy pleaser.”

“Dat’s whassup,” Derrick said.

“I want your cum in my pussy, baby,” I told him. “I wanted your cum inside me since our eyes first met in the club that night.”

“I’m gonna give you all you want, Krista,” he said. “And more.”

“Mmmmmm, I wanna be underneath you, baby,” I told him. “I wanna wrap my legs around you and hold on while you pound me with that big, gorgeous cock.”

“Don’t worry, babygurl.”

“You know I’m always ready for you, don’t you, baby?”

“I know.”

“I always wanna fuck you, baby.”

“What about my boyz?”

“I’ll give myself to whoever you tell me, but you’ll always be first, baby.”

“Dat’s whassup, babygurl.”

Jamal leaned forward and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. His breathing became shallower and the pace of his thrusts picked up. I could tell he was getting close.

“Ah’m gon’ cum in ya mouth, girl,” he whispered. “You down wit ‘dat?”

I nodded and in a flash he was out of me, grabbing my shoulder and flipping me over. He stepped off the bed and moved closer to my face, his hand wrapped around his thick cock, glistening with my juices. Instinctively I opened my mouth as he moved closer and masturbated over me. He groaned loudly and seconds later, thick, white drops of sperm erupted from Jamal’s dick and shot across my mouth and cheeks. I felt the warm, sticky fluid against my skin and as he milked his cock into my mouth, I could taste the salty, bitterness of his cum coating my tongue. I looked up at him and watch Jamal as he bit his lip and squeezed spurt after spurt onto my chin and into my mouth. I remember being surprised at how long he went on and the sheer volume of his orgasm. I’d done this once before for Brian (my boyfriend), but neither the passion nor the amount of fluid involved was even close. After several minutes, I closed my mouth and for a few seconds held Jamal’s seed in my mouth.

Surprisingly, the taste wasn’t awful. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t tasty or anything like that, but after listening to my girlfriends recoil at any mention of the taste of a guy’s cum, I’d sort of bought into the notion that it was something girls do to please a man, but not something they enjoy. When I’d done it for Brian, it was an obligation and I hadn’t really enjoyed it, but it was different with Jamal. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was way hotter than my boyfriend or that I really wanted to please him or that the fucking he’d just given me had gotten me so hot he could’ve done anything and I would’ve been into it, but I didn’t mind his cum in my mouth. In fact, for a few seconds, I savored the taste of him. As I slowly let his load slide down the back of my throat, the word potent kept coming into my mind. I made a mental note that if I ever let Jamal fuck me again, one of us would have to use precautions. I realized that if I kept rolling the dice with Jamal, it wouldn’t take long before I would be pregnant and he would be gone so fast my head would spin. I reached up and gently wrapped my hand around Jamal’s cock, smiling up at him and I wondered if he’d made many girls pregnant with his gorgeous, thick cock.

Jamal reached over to the night stand, picked up a few tissues and handed them to me. I rolled my eyes.

“Damn, baby,” I said, smiling. “You been savin’ up…” I wiped off my chin and dabbed a few droplets across my breasts. I felt Derrick’s hand petting the back of my head.

“You ain’t done, yet, Krista,” he said.

I rolled over onto my back and Derrick slid on top of me, propping himself up with his elbows to either side of my head. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my belly as I curled my hands around his hard biceps. Derrick wasn’t put off at all by my willingness to take Jamal’s load in my mouth and he leaned down and began to kiss me.

I locked my arms around his neck and I could feel my heart beginning to pound faster. Derrick had been the guy I’d first connected with that night at the club and I could feel a mix of emotions welling up inside me as we kissed. I’d thought about what it might be like with him that first night we met, to have him in my bed, to feel his naked body on top of me, to give myself to him unconditionally, expecting nothing in return. I saw how girls looked at him and I didn’t have any illusions that they wouldn’t have traded places with me in a heartbeat. I’d never met a man with such skill at making a girl’s desires bubble to the surface, then taking it and molding it in such a way that she became what he wanted. That was me as Derrick made love to me, something he wanted. And someone who wanted him inside her more than she wanted anything else in the world.

Derrick placed one knee inside mine and gently spread my legs. He slowly positioned himself and began rubbing the shaft of his cock against my pussy lips, sliding between the labia and I gasped as I felt him against my clit. He pulled his lips away from mine, but kept his face inches away from my face as he whispered, our eyes locked into each others.

“You want this, don’t cha, Krista?”

“Uh huh,” I whimpered.

He smiled. “Mmmmmmm, Ah’m gon’ hit this till we can’t take it no more…”

I nodded. “And ah’m gonna hit it regular, too,” Derrick said. “You gonna have to get rid of that white boy, okay?” I nodded.

He leaned down to kiss me and I felt the pressure of his cock building against my pussy. Suddenly, he slid inside my and instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started slowly sliding in and out of me as I moaned beneath him.

Obviously, I was not a virgin when I first got with Derrick, but I felt like I’d never experienced this type of physical, sexual connection before. Our bodies melded together and began moving rhythmically together. His cock completely filled me in a way I’d never experienced before and my arousal made it possible for him to slide effortlessly in and out of me despite his impressive size.

I kissed the side of his face. “Oh, Derrick,” I whined, my voice high pitched and pleading. “Ohmigod!”

Within minutes I could feel the orgasm building inside me. My face felt hot and flushed, my nipples were hard and pointy and I clutched Derrick’s body with all my strength. My orgasms in the past had been quick flashes, like a light bulb popping, but this time it was slow, the intensity building and I opened my eyes for a second to see Derrick smiling down at me.

“Give it up, babygurl,” he whisper. “You know ah’m gonna rock ya house till you get off for me…”

Suddenly, I clutched him tightly and I could feel the blood in my body draining to my lower regions. “Oh, Derrick!” I groaned loudly. “Oh, yesssssss, baybeeeeeeeee!!” I could feel my pussy begin to spasm and flood with my juices. He stopped suddenly and we were still. It took several minutes before my mind began to clear and I became aware of our bodies again. He looked at me and we kissed, then slowly he began to pump into me again.

“Feel good?” he said, smiling.

“Ohmigod, you have no idea,” I said, blushing as I felt my face turning hot.

My First Experience in a Three Way....

2010-02-16T15:25:00.000-08:00

Derrick pulled me into the bedroom with Jamal following close behind. I was so nervous I could hear my heart beating in my chest and I had to concentrate on my breathing to keep from hyperventilating. Derrick walked over to the iPod player in the corner of my bedroom and started scrolling through my library. He turned up the volume and in a few seconds I could hear the gentle, seductive flute, followed by the pumping bass line as Rihanna filled the room.

Boy, let me, let me, Boy, let me, let me ..why don'tcha let do those things for you...want me come and whisper in your ear all the things you love to hear ...I wanna come play nice with you, 'cause if I get you alone I don't know what I might do...

Jamal slid into a chair in the corner, while Derrick walked closer to me with a big smile on his face. He kissed me and slowly lifted my tank top up. I obediently raised my arms over my head as Derrick pulled it off me and tossed it on the floor. He unsnapped the clasp between my breasts and kissed my neck as I shrugged out of my bra, my hard, pointy nipples giving my arousal away. I looked up into Derrick's eyes, his cocky smile giving me goosebumps. This was about to get kinda crazy and I had no idea where he was about to take me.

"Damn, nigga!" Jamal hissed. "White girl be smokin'. If that pussy be as sweet as them titties, we gon' be hittin' it, right?" Derrick never looked away from me.

"What about it, Krista?" he whispered. "This nigga gon' be hittin' it tonight?"

I couldn't speak. I just nodded "yes." Derrick hooked his fingers in the waist of my pants and slowly pulled down, below my belly button, then over my wide hips as he pushed them down my legs. Instinctively, I placed my hands over my pussy, but Derrick took my hands and placed them behind his neck as I stood on my tip toes to kiss him.

"Don't be shy, Krista," he said, his voice so deep and sexy that I closed my eyes and felt his words wash over me. "Why don't you let a brotha know what you want?"

I groaned softly and looked into his eyes. "Oh, god, Derrick, can't you tell what I want? Are you gonna make me say it out loud?" He laughed. Of course, he wanted me to tell him that I wanted him.

We kissed again and I felt his massive, strong arms wrap around me. I broke my lips from his and moaned as I kissed the side of his face. "Fuck me, Derrick," I said. "I want to feel your cock inside me and your body on top of me. I want you to pound me until it takes my breath away and then fill me with your delicious cum. Please, baby, don't deny me your gorgeous cock..."

Derrick pulled his shirt over his head and in seconds his pants were open and sliding down his legs. He sat back on my bed and spread his legs wide, his cock pointing straight up in the air as he grinned at me.

"C'mon, babygurl," he said. "Show my boy here what a white girl loves to do..."

I slid to my knees and crawled up between Derrick's legs. Wrapping both hands around his cock, I leaned forward and began swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, then, tilting my head, I licked up and down the sides of his shaft. Derrick inhaled deeply and Jamal whooped loudly.

"Day-um!" he wailed. "Get on 'dat boy's dick, white gurl! Day-um, brotha, ain't the first time ya girl here been down on a nigga. Bitch got some skills!"

Derrick looked at me, his teeth clenched. "That right, Krista? Y'all like how a nigga feels in ya mouth?"

I looked at him as my mouth bobbed up and down on his cock and he caressed my head with his hands. "Uh huh," I said, giving him a slight smile. The truth was I loved the feel of Derrick's hard, smooth cock in my mouth and I could've sucked him for hours if I hadn't have wanted him in my pussy just as badly, but I was embarrassed to be so blatantly horny for him in front of Derrick, much less in front of Jamal. Still, I hadn't exactly played hard to get for Derrick and my sense was he pretty much knew I would do whatever he wanted.

Derrick lifted my face from his crotch and slid back against the headboard, pulling me up onto the bed to continue sucking him. In the mirror, I could see Jamal dropping his jeans and boxers and climbing onto the bed behind me. Moments later, I felt his large hands on my ass and his cock bobbing between my legs. He reached down and grabbed his cock and began rubbing the head against my pussy lips. I started to groan, but Derrick gently pressed my head down, keeping my mouth full of his cock.

"Yeah, 'at's what I'm talkin' 'bout," Jamal said. "I'm fixin' to hit 'dis, babygurl. It's on and ain't a damn thing y'all can do about it. Ya might as well cross the resta the night off ya calendar 'cause y'all fixin' ta get busy and these niggaz ain't gon' be done for a while!"

I felt chills up and down my spine as Jamal slowly pushed into me. I couldn't believe this was really happening to me and I had no clue what the night held in store, but I was ready.

Waiting for His Call....

2010-02-10T13:35:00.001-08:00

I was as nervous as a cat for the next few days, waiting and wondering if he'd call. Each morning, I'd wake up and check my messages to see if he'd called or texted me. I started to worry but after three days of chewing my fingernails, my phone finally rang and it was him. He called on a Thursday afternoon and I'd finished my classes for the day.

"Hey, babygurl?" he said, laughing. "Whassup?"

"Whassup with you?" I said, trying to sound calm. "I'd about given up on you."

"Naw," he said. "Everything's cool, I was just rollin' through ya neighborhood and thought I'd stop by. We cool?"

I smiled. "Yeah, we cool," I said. "I'd love to see you." I meant it. I was really wanting to see him and to feel him close to me. To run my hands across his strong, muscular chest and to have him cradle me in his strong arms. I had to admit I wanted him to fuck me, too, but I wasn't ready to tell him that.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "I got my boy, Jamal, ridin' wit me. Okay if he comes by, too?"

"Sure," I said, not sure of what this was all about. "I'd love to meet him." I quickly ran into the bathroom, brushed my hair and touched up my make up. When the doorbell rang ten minutes later, I ran to open it and the sight of two smiling, gorgeous guys standing in my doorway nearly took my breath away. They walked in without being invited, unsmiling and serious. But when my man smiled and said "whassup", he took me in his arms and gave me a deep kiss, sending my head spinning.

I exhaled deeply when he released me and nearly giggled as he held my hand. I could see Jamal looking me up and down. "Damn, nigga, dat's whassup!" he said, smiling approvingly. "Y'all didn't tell me da white girl was TIGHT!" I smiled, not used to receiving so much attention from such beautiful men.

"Whatcha doin', Krista?" my man said, shyly.

"Hangin' out," I said. "Waitin' for you, daddy..." I smiled.

"Yeah? And whatcha gon' do when I got here?"

I laughed nervously. "I dunno. Hang out with you, I guess."

"Yeah?" he said, pulling on my arm, slowly starting to walk toward the hallway off the living room of my apartment, the hallway leading to my bedroom. "Well, you know where I wanna hang out, don't ya, girl?"

"I got an idea," I said, laughing, letting him lead me to bed. I turned. "Jamal, there's beer in the fridge and the remote's on the coffee table..."

My man laughed. "Jamal didn't come wit' me to watch TV," he said. "I tol' him about the fun I had comin' over here the other night and we figured you'd be down with havin' some fun wit' BOTH of us..."

"Ohmigod," I gasped. "Are you serious?"

He looked at Jamal. "Call the pizza man and get us some food, nigga. Babygurl's gonna be too busy to cook tonight and I gotta feelin' we gon' work up an appetite...."

How I Wanna Wake Up In the Morning....

2010-02-04T14:03:00.000-08:00

I rolled over to see his face peeking up from the pillow. He didn't talk, he just smiled and closed his eyes. I couldn't help but stare at him, letting my eyes wander over his naked body. Last night, we'd barely known each other for a few hours when we stumbled into my apartment, a little tipsy and laughing uproariously. Normally, I have this defense mechanism against guys who try to pick me up in clubs, but it was no match for the game he was bringin' last night. Smooth, confident, sexy, he started talking to me and buying me drinks and 15 minutes turned into two hours which turned into closing time which turned into "why don't we hang out for a while?"

We made small talk while I drove but we both knew what was going to happen. At some point, his dick was going to wind up in my pussy and it was largely because I wanted it there. Wanted his dark, chocolate skin against mine, wanted my hands caressing his muscles, wanted my legs wrapped around the small of his back.

In a little while, he's going to wake up, get dressed and kiss me before saying he has to leave. And I'll watch the curve of his back and his thick, muscular ass as he pulls on his boxers and steps into his jeans. A dull ache will ripple through my body and vibrate between my legs and I'll want him again. I'll want to be underneath him, feeling his weight on top of me and his warm breath on my neck. I'll whimper as his hard, thick cock slides in and out of me until the orgasm runs through my body and makes me cry out, wanting him but at the same time, embarrassed that his fucking me could make me lose control like that. Clutching him and silently smiling as he explodes inside me, filling me with his warm, sticky love.

I feel guilty that in the middle of the night while he was sleeping, I looked through his phone and found the numbers of literally dozens of girls, along with coy text messages promising all kinds of erotic delights. He's a hot guy, I think to myself, you shouldn't be surprised he fucks other girls and they throw themselves at him. You didn't exactly put up a fight last night either.We lie in bed making small talk about what happened last night before he gets dressed to leave.

I tell him how much I enjoyed it and he laughs and says he could tell. We kiss and I look deep in his eyes and say "you better call me" with a smile. He says he will if I promise we can do this again and I promise. We kiss again and I kiss down his neck, to his chest and stomach and slowly move my lips in the direction of his cock. "Damn, girl" he says, laughing, but I want to give him something to remember me by. I want the smell and taste of him again before he goes.

When the door closes behind him, I lie in bed smiling to myself, chewing the end of my fingernail and rolling my eyes at how completely overwhelmed I am by this gorgeous, black man. He knows my door is always open to him, as long as he holds out the promise of my being naked with him in my bed, purring as he touches me and crying out as he enters me. Never in my life have I been so consumed with the idea of giving myself to a man....

Rapture

2010-01-18T09:07:00.000-08:00

I came across this video and it completely captivated me. The narration isn't my voice, but it could have been since it captures my imagination as I focus on that strong, black man who becomes the object of my desires....

Sunday morning....

2009-12-14T10:24:00.000-08:00

The light came streaming through my window Sunday morning, slowly nudging me to consciousness. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open and I became aware of my surroundings, the cluttered apartment bedroom my parents had begrudgingly agreed to let me share with my roommate, Jennifer. She had given Mike and I disapproving looks when we came home from the clubs last night and shook her head as I lewdly led him upstairs to my room.

Jennifer didn't like the fact that I dated black men. Like me, she'd grown up decidedly upper middle class and the whole hip-hop, street slang culture was lost on her. Even beyond the fact that some of my dates were black men, she disapproved even more that they were athletes on scholarship at the university. She didn't think they were very "sharp" as she termed it and she didn't like the fact that some of them bragged about how hot they were and how all the girls on campus wanted to hook up with them. It rubbed her notions of equality between men and women the wrong way.

I, on the other hand, loved it.

The guys I dated were mostly football jocks and they were funny, sexy and loved to party. That's why I didn't hesitate when Mike asked me out after class one day and why I put in the extra time getting ready so I'd look as hot as he did when he picked me up for our date.

I don't think either of us were suprised when I invited him in later that night and he just smiled when I took his hand and began pulling him up the stairs to my bedroom. He was waaaaay taller than me and sex with him was like a trip to the gym. He wasn't shy about guiding me into the positions he wanted and a few times when he brought the weight of his body down on me, it was all I could do to regain my breath.

I reached behind me to feel for his body lying next to me, but there was nothing there. Raising up to my elbows, I could see he wasn't there, but I noticed the sound of water running in the bathroom. As I gently raised myself to a sitting position, I felt the soreness in my muscles and my ribs ached. Damn, I thought, he pounded the crap out of me and I gingerly got up to walk towards the bathroom where I could see him standing at the sink, brushing his teeth.

For a few moments, I stood watching him without him even noticing me, staring at him. God, his ass is gorgeous, I thought. I began to feel a rush through my body as I watched him, thinking about the amazing things he'd done to my body the night before. He smiled as he saw my reflection in the mirror.

"Hey, babygurl," he said.

"Hey," I replied, walking forward and sliding my arms around his waist, pulling myself close to him. The softness of his skin, his masculine smell and the press of his firm, muscular ass against my belly made me want to melt into him and I laid my cheek against his back.

"You okay?" he said.

"Uh huh," I replied, eyes closed.

"I mean, you okay with us? What we did last night?"

I chuckled. "What, was there something about me moaning your name and begging you for more that made you think I was having second thoughts?"

"Naw, I was just trying to be sure you didn't have regrets." He turned to face me and wrapped his large, muscular arms around me. This time it was his cock pressing against my belly, his thick, semi-hard member, lying against me and I could feel its warmth and the ridge that encircled the head of his penis. I thought about how much I loved his cock, loved how it looked when it was hard and how he grunted when he pushed it inside me.

I looked up to his face and he leaned down to kiss me, softly at first, but then more urgently, his tongue pressing into my mouth. After a few minutes, we broke.

"Um, I've got an idea," I said, catching my breath. "Why don't you give up football, drop out of school and move in with me and you're job can just be to fuck me? I'm sure my daddy won't mind us living together and Jennifer will get used to the idea of you being my 'boy toy'...I mean, after a while, she might even want to...."

He laughed and reached down for a pair of boxers lying of the floor. He slipped them on and shook his head as he looked at me. "Girl, you just damn crazy!"

Mike left to walk downstairs. I closed my eyes and memories of the night before flooded my brain and I began to want him again. I began to want his warmth and his breath on my neck and the feel of his hard muscles, my legs wrapped around him as he pounded me into the mattress, leaving me gasping for breath. His deep, sexy voice whispering "you want this, babygurl?" as I felt the smooth, round head of his cock pressing against my pussy lips and my gasp as the pressure built and his enormous cock slipped inside me.

I threw on a robe and came bounding down the stairs, only to find Mike in the kitchen making breakfast. I wanted to push him down onto the kitchen floor and let him fuck me right there but my roommate, Jennifer, was sitting in the living room, studying. She motioned me over towards her, a look of frustration on her face.

"Can't you at least make him put something on before he comes downstairs?" she asked, her face red.

I smiled. "Jen, you're the only woman on this planet who wants to see Mike wearing MORE clothes!" I looked back over my shoulder. "If last night was any indication of what's to come, you're going to be seeing a lot more of Mike the rest of the semester and if I have MY way, he's not going to be wearing a lot of clothes, so, honey, deal with it."

"What if your parents find out? What if your boyfriend finds out??" she hissed.

I sat on the arm of the couch and watched through the kitchen door. "Mmmmmmmm...." I moaned. "Look at him, Jen. There's not a girl on campus who wouldn't have traded places with me last night when I had THAT in my bed, you included. The boy had me climbin' the walls and I ain't givin' him up for NOBODY!"

Chatting with a new friend...

2009-11-25T13:49:00.000-08:00

Sorry its been so long since my last post, but life's been incredibly hectic lately. I have, however, found time to chat with a new friend I met on Yahoo. He's from L.A. and he's a little bit older than me, but I think he's really cute and sexy. He's also got these amazingly sexy ideas about what a white girl from Alabama might like to do on a date in L.A.!! Let's just say, it doesn't involve leaving my hotel room much....

Mmmmm, why I'm such a football fan....

2009-10-01T08:23:00.000-07:00

When my last class lets out on Thursdays, my walk from Benton Hall across campus to the parking lot and my car usually takes me past the practice field for the football team. Early in the semester, when the temperatures are warm, I can't resist stopping to watch the guys working out, although I try not to be too obvious.

I hate to admit the site of dozens of really cute, buff guys (usually, with their shirts off) is more fun for me to watch than the actual game. I've often wondered if the university charged admission and let the female students sit in bleachers, closer to the players, how many might show up? I'm guessing they might be surprised. I'd buy a season ticket! Soooo much eye candy!

On this day, however, I got busted. One of the student assistants saw me leaning against the fence, watching practice and smiled.

"Wanna come in and watch practice?" he said."Uh, no," I stammered. "I'm just supposed to meet my girlfriend here. As soon as she gets here, we're supposed to leave."

"It's okay," he smiled. "She'll still be able to see you when she gets here."I blushed and shrugged. He walked over and opened a gate in the fence and motioned me in. I felt a shiver up my spine as a walked closer and stepped forward onto the spongy, soft grass of the practice field.

I was nervous as a cat and thought somebody would start yelling "hey, what are you doing here?", but nobody paid any attention to me. There was lots of running and yelling, it was all very confusing, but I stood with the guy who'd let me in (his name was DeMontez) and watched as he patiently explained to me what was going on, the purpose of the drills and who the star players were.

It was all very exciting and I wondered if I would end the day with a great story to tell my girlfriends at Happy Hour. A couple of the players would occasionally glance my way and a few of them actually smiled at me, but the level of intensity and focus they devoted to their drills was a little frightening and at the same time very sexy. The warm sun made the sweat glisten on their bodies and I started to feel like a little girl in a candy store. Which one did I like the best.

You could tell a lot about the various guys by how they practiced. Some were slow moving and lackadaisical, some were serious and determined and some were cocky and joking. My guess is about 80% of the guys on the field were black and they were the ones that drew my eye. I couldn't help staring at them. They were so graceful and so comfortable with their physicality. It was all so easy for them! I couldn't understand how they could make such complex moves so easily, while for me, just hitting a tennis ball across a net seemed to require too much physical coordination for such a gawky, little white girl.

After about 30 minutes, my host asked me if I wanted to see what it looked like inside the field house next to the practice field.

"Can I do that?" I asked nervously.

"Sure," he said. "We give tours all the time."

"Okay," I grinned.

We walked inside the large, sunlit atrium of the building where the athletic department offices were located. Down a corridor, DeMontez open doors to show me the auditorium where team meetings were held, classrooms, a video library and a computer lab where the athletes would study or watch tapes of opponents. It was all very sleek and modern.

He looked at me conspiratorially and whispered. "....and this is the locker room..." and ushered me through a double door.

"I can't go in THERE!" I hissed.

"Sure you can," he said. "They're still out on the practice field." We slowly crept into the wide, carpeted room, surrounded by wooden lockers around the edge. Across the upper third of one wall was a mural of the university's name and mascot and on various pillars there were inspirational mottos saying things like "play like a champion" and "if our destination is success, the journey begins now."

Suddenly, there was a rumble of noise behind us and my escort looked at me. I could see the panic in his face as he took my arm and quickly pushed me to a corner of the locker room where a wire cage stood with shelves filled with tape, bandages, pads for various body parts and spare shoes and helmets. The cage was dark and in the shadows, we hid, hoping that no one would see us. But in the brightly lit locker room and the showers beyond, I could see everything clearly. I was shaking as the players began to file in, laughing, joking and begin to strip heavy layers of tape from their hands and ankles.

"Don't make a sound," DeMontez whispered. "If the coaches find out I brought you in here, it's the shit for both of us!"

Slowly, the players began stripping off their practice uniforms and I began to shiver as a succession of men in various states of undress filed past, right in front of me. Some of them laughed and joked in their tight, tiny little spandex bike shorts, the outline of their penises clearly visible through the sweaty, soaked fabric. Others stripped completely naked and simply strutted around the locker room, unabashed, completely comfortable with their nakedness in a way neither I nor any girl I knew would ever be.

I couldn't help but stare. They were big, sexy, muscular guys and I lusted after them like I'd never lusted after a guy before. I wanted to run out of the cage, rip my clothes off and pick the hottest guy I could find, telling him to impregnate me with his sperm, I wanted to have his baby! I could feel my face getting hotter. I could also feel my pussy getting wetter.

Now, I wasn't a virgin, in fact, I'd lost my virginity in high school to my boyfriend in the back seat of a 2006 Toyota Carolla and it wasn't a very pleasurable experience. But, none of the guys in front of me now would even fit in that Carolla and I wasn't sure if any of the penises I was staring at would even fit in me!

Jordan (my h.s. boyfriend) wasn't even in the same species as these guys. I remembered his cock as being skinny and pink. These guys were big and thick and chocolate brown. I wanted them. I wanted to touch them in the ways a woman touches a man and I wanted to please them in every way I could imagine, making love to their cocks with my fingers, my mouth, my pussy. Maybe even my ass...?

I saw one large guy begin to move closer to the cage and my breathing got heavier the closer he got. When he reached for the door, I couldn't help myself.

"No, wait...." I whimpered.

"Motherfuckin' shit!" he muttered.

A couple of the players looked up. "Whassup, man?"

"Dey's a BITCH in here!" he said.

Slowly, a small group stood up and began moving toward the cage. One of them pulled open the door, grabbed my wrist and pulled me out.

"How'd you get in here, white girl?"

"Um, I'm sorry ...I kinda took a wrong turn..."

"Naw, you took a RIGHT turn, baby..." one said and began reaching around and patting my ass. Another reached for the hem of my tank top and began pulling it up over my head.

"C'mon, girl, 'dis is where we shower, so you got ta shower, too..."

"No, wait...."I said, protesting, but my protests didn't sound all that convincing, even to me.

Quickly, amid gales of laughter, they undressed me, until I found myself standing in the middle of them, stark naked. I looked over to see a large, broad shouldered black guy sitting on a bench to my right. He was staring at me, smiling, wearing his spandex bike shorts. When it stood up, the massive bulge in his shorts protruded, his giant erection straining under the fabric. I thought his cock would poke through the waist band of his shorts.

He was so unlike my boyfriend, it wasn't even funny. A giant, muscular, stud with rippling chest and stomach and thick arms and legs. As he moved toward me, I could see the desire in his eyes. I knew that whatever happened next, he would enjoy it. I wasn't sure I could say the same for me.

"What's yah name, babygurl?" he said.

"Krista," I said. He took my hand and placed in on the front of his shorts. I instinctively grasped his penis, gently massaging him as he looked down on me, smiling.

"You want this, don't yah, babygurl?" he said, caressing my hair.

I hesitated, keeping silent as I continued stroking him.

"Tell me."

"Yeah, I want this," I whispered. "I want your cock inside me." A chorus of "yeah, baby" and "'dat's what I'm talkin' bout," went up around me.

He took my hand off his cock and led me over to a white board against the wall. Wiping it clean, he handed me a marker.

"Write your name and what dorm you're in," he instructed. "And write your phone number, too."

"W-w-what for...?" I stammered.

He smiled. "'Cause I'm gon' fuck you, Krista and when we're done, you gonna be wore out. But, 'dese otha niggas gon' wanna hit it, too and we gon' make sure they know the number to call when they want yo' sweet, little pussy..."

My hand was shaking as I wrote my name, address and phone number on the board for all the world to see. But, I knew it was my public statement, my admission that more than anything, I wanted to make myself available for these beautiful, sexy men. I wanted to be their toy, their plaything, their mascot and I wanted them to use me for their pleasure.

I stared at the floor after writing my name, until he took my hand and led me to the bench in front of his locker where he'd been seated when our eyes first met. He put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me over into a bent position, my hands braced on the bench in front of me. I looked up to see the clothes hanging in his locker and my eyes saw the nameplate above: #58 Washington.

I took a deep breath as I felt him place one hand on my hip and he began rubbing the head of his enormous cock along my ass and against my pussy lips. I closed my eyes and prepared to receive him and I felt a brief smile spread over my lips.

He reacts like this when he's with me....

2009-09-03T12:07:00.000-07:00

I look at his face and I wonder: could I make him react like this? Do I have what it takes to please a beautiful, black man? To make him swoon as I kiss down between his legs, kissing and licking, making love to his gorgeous, thick cock?

I look up at him while he slides his cock into my mouth, his fingers entwined in my hair, my warm, wet tongue sliding along the underside of his penis. "Do you like this, baby?" my eyes seem to say. "Am I as good as all those other girls you've had?"

For a man as strong and sexy as him, its always been easy. Girls flock to his beautiful eyes and his bright "ladykiller" smile. When he asked me out, I was afraid I said "yes" too quickly, that he'd know I had a crush on him and try to take advantage of that.

But when he flashed that smile, I realized he knew before he'd even asked that he'd have no problem getting into my pants. The whole evening, drinks, dinner, dancing at the club was just a pretext to my inviting him back to my place, to his casual confidence as I unlocked the door and let him in, the sensuousness of his kiss and my embarrassment as I took his hand and led him back to my bedroom.

He was so gentle as he stripped me naked and gently guided my lips to his cock. He whispered to me, telling me how good it felt, no other girl had ever made him feel like this. I knew it was all bullshit, but damn, he was good at it! And when he looked into my eyes, I felt the embarrassment melt away, replaced by pure desire for such a gorgeous, sexy man. When I finally said what I'd wanted to say since I first met him, there was a brief smirk on his face. He knew he could get me to say it, he just didn't think he could break down my defenses so quickly, on our very first date.

"Please, baby," I said. "I want you to fuck me."

The guys on the corner are always saying things to me...

2009-08-28T12:15:00.000-07:00

I always have to walk through a sketchy neighborhood to get from my apartment just off campus to the building where my last class on M-W-F are held. There are always a group of guys gathered in a parking lot I pass, always gathering around tricked out old cars, looking under the hood or showing off their motorcycles. Most days, there are just half a dozen or so, but on Friday afternoons the crowd is bigger and most have already started drinking, getting ready for the weekend.

On Mondays and Wednesdays, they'll usually just smile and nod, but on Friday's they'll say things. At the start of the semester, they were just trying to make me laugh and more often than not, they succeeded. But as the weeks went by, several of the guys started making bolder comments, trying to make me blush. More often than not, they were successful at that, too.

I'm not sure at what point I started noticing they would take their shirts off when I walked by, but I'd try not to stare too much at their incredible, muscular bodies. Sleek, strong, chocolate brown muscles rippled in the warm sun and despite some of the things they said to me, I couldn't help myself but be attracted to them. Their cockiness and their confidence struck me as sexy and I was drawn to them in a way I'd never been drawn to men before, not any of the white guys I'd dated in high school and especially not my boyfriend back home.

"Yo, blondie, whassup?" they'd yell. "Party startin' here, baby and I know ya wanna start ya weekend.."

"Dayum, girl, y'all be lookin' fine," one would say. "You be lookin' good on the back of my ride and you be lookin' even better back at ma crib..."

I started dressing sexier for my Friday classes, shorter skirts, briefer, tighter tank tops, occasionally a bare midriff. As I walked past, the hoots got louder, the wolf whistles sharper and the comments cruder and if any of my girlfriends teased me that I love the attention, I would've protested loudly, but inside I would've had to admit it was true and that one Friday when I walked past them, then stopped and to their utter amazement, turned around and started walking back towards them, I'm sure they half expected me to bitch them out. But when I smiled and just said "Hey, what's up? My name's Krista" I could see the shock on their faces. About a dozen guys crowded around me and started talking. It was easy chatter, laughing, joking, teasing. They were friendly and polite and curious about why I didn't run off like so many other white girls.

A latecomer walked up to the back of the gathering and, curious about the crowd, asked what was going on.

"White bitch come over here with her game on," said one. "Bitch is down with the brothas."

They showed me their cars and motorcycles, bragging about their own and teasing the others about their rides. After about 20 minutes, one guy, Marcus, said I looked like I needed something to drink. I smiled and said "sure, whatcha got?"

"Babygurl, I got whatever you want." That caused some snickering among the guys gathered around.

I tried think of something they would respect. Not a girly-girl drink, but something serious.

"Gin and juice?" A murmur went up among the crowd.

"Yeah that's what I'm talkin' about..."

"White gurl likes them 'hood drinks, don't ya?"

"My crib's right over there," Marcus said. "C'mon, I'll fix ya up.'

"Sounds good," I said, smiling.

Let me just say I didn't have any illusions about what might happen if I followed Marcus back to his apartment. I knew he'd make a play for me, I just wasn't sure how I'd respond. Would I be putting myself in a situation I couldn't control? Would Marcus be content with some heavy touching and a promise of more later?

Would I be content? I have to admit I was surprised when the question popped into my mind as I followed Marcus along the sidewalk back to his apartment, staring at his muscular back and gorgeous, sexy ass. Was I following this man I'd met less than an hour ago because I wanted to be fucked by him? My mind swooned slightly.

Ohmigod, I thought. I just realized I'm going to fuck this guy!

When we got inside his apartment, Marcus turned and looked at me. "Gin and juice, right?" he said. "That is what you came here for?"

"Um, yeah," I said, snickering. "That'll do for now." Our eyes met, locked in on each other, staring. I figured I'd probably have to wait for that drink.

Marcus walked closer. "Well, now, all you got to do is name what you want, babygurl," he said. "I definitely want to make sure you're satisfied."

I laughed as he brushed my hair with his hands. "Yeah," I said. "I can see your all about makin' me satisfied."

Sliding his hands down my shoulders and sliding gently up and down my arms. "If you don't believe me all you got to do is try me out," he said. "I know you'll be back if you do." He leaned down and gently kissed me, a soft, probing kiss that gradually grew harder, his tongue pressing against my lips, then pushing gently into my mouth. I started wondering if he was this good of a kisser whether he'd be equally as good in bed. I was determined to find out.

I playfully pushed him away, then grabbed the front of his low slung jeans and began pulling him out of the kitchen, down a long hall to a bedroom at the end. It was very much a "thug boy" bedroom, minimal furniture, a poster of Tupac and a Scarface movie poster on the wall. As I turned to kiss him again, he started pulling my tank top up over my head. I reached between my breasts and unsnapped my bra, tossing it to the floor. I hooked my fingers in my denim skirt and pushed down, sliding off my skirt and panties in one motion. As I stepped out of my clothes, he took my hand and pulled me onto the bed.

"Ah'm gon' fuck you girl," he said. "You down wit' 'dat?"

"Uh huh" I said.

"Ain't gon' be like fuckin' those white boys back home. You fuckin' a full grown brotha now, baby and you gon' do what I tell ya."

"Okay."

"Good girl," he said, sliding onto his back. "Now show me how much you love suckin' a black man's dick."

I knelt between his legs and bent over, then started slowly licking around the head of his cock. His skin felt warm and smooth against my tongue. Flicking my tongue across the slit, I lapped up little pearls of pre-cum oozing from his cock, the salty, bitter taste of his semen filling my mouth.

I gazed up at him to see his reaction, his head was back, eyes closed. Slowly, he opened them and looked down at me, smiling, caressing my hair with his hand.

"Day-um, babygurl," he said, softly. "You one cock suckin' little white girl, you know that?"

I smiled, then opened my mouth wide and lowered it onto his cock, taking him deep in my mouth. He inhaled sharply and gasped.

"Fuck, bitch!" he said. "Y'all gon' make a nigga blow a load in ya mouth AND ya pussy."

I took my mouth off him and smiled. "Mmmmm, I'd like that."

"You would, huh? Bet you got a white boy back home don't know nuthin' bout this, do ya?"

I nodded.

"But he don't hit it like a nigga can hit it, does he?"

I shook my head "no."

He laughed. "Day-um!" he said. "You know word's gonna get 'round the neighborhood when we don't show up for a while. All them niggas gonna know you got freaky for me and dey gonna want to hit it, too."

I shrugged. "Whatever..."

He pushed my face back down onto his cock and I continued bobbing up and down on him. A short time later, his breathing got faster and I could tell I was getting to him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Its hard to explain how I felt but I love watching him take his pleasure from my mouth, the sneer on his lips as light beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He was completely and utterly beautiful, masculine, sexy and the smell and taste of him only added to the heat of the situation. He'd only met me a short time ago, didn't know me, didn't know my story. All he knew was that he wanted to fuck me and I wanted him to fuck me, too.

His body tensed and he let out a gasp and I could feel him ejaculating into my mouth, warm, sticky, salty and wonderful. He clasped the back of my head with his hands, then suddenly pulled out of me, pressing his still-oozing cock against my lips as I felt the mixture of saliva and warm semen drooling down my chin. Slowly, he released me and I licked him clean.

I giggled as I looked up at him. "You like that, baby?"

"Fuck, yeah," he whispered. "Lemme rest up, ten minutes. Then, ah'm gonna fuck that sweet, little white pussy you got hidin' down there. You ready for that?"

I spooned the tracks of the cum he'd sprayed across my face with my fingers, scooping it into my mouth. I giggled like a little high school girl. "Ohmigod, yes," I smiled. "I'm soooooo ready for you to fuck me!"

One of my favorite series...

2009-07-27T15:08:00.000-07:00

I used to have a ton of pictures from this series, but along the way I've lost them. I think the look on the girl's face sets the tone for the rest of the pictures, she's happy, having fun, not sure exactly what she's in for but wanting to experience what she's thought about for a long time. And with his amazing body, I can't say I blame her. Hold on, little girl, you're about to get the ride of your life! This will be something to tell the girlfriends about, won't it?

If anybody knows where the rest of the series can be found, let me know, okay?

Crotch-grabbing

2009-07-22T12:53:00.000-07:00

Some girls think its kind of obnoxious when guys grab themselves in public and show off, but I'm not offended by it. My feeling is, hey, if you're proud of it and want to draw attention to your penis, more power to you. Just don't get annoyed when I'm checkin' you out. I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable, baby, I'm just curious about what kinda game you're bringin' to the table. I might wanna play....

Props to Ray J

2009-07-20T21:47:00.000-07:00

Gotta pay my respects to Ray J, who gives it to Kim Kardashian like every white girl in America wants it done! I don't think for a minute she was against making this tape public. I think she was proud of her black man and wanted everyone to know how her man rolls. Ray J, I think your cock is amazing and if you ever want to make a new tape, give me a ring. I'm up for whatever kinda game you got in mind. I'm like Kim. I'm proud to be laid down and fucked by such a hot, sexy man.

Its Friday...

2009-07-17T14:18:00.001-07:00

...and I want to share some love with you all (or maybe it's lust?). There's nothing sexier than a really nice, thick penis in a semi-hard state. Maybe its the anticipation? "Mmmmm, I bet I can make THAT stand up..."

ABM's first video

2009-07-15T15:57:00.000-07:00

Thanks to our friends at Dark After Dark for providing ABM with its very first video. I was impressed, not only with the guy, but the sense of perspective the video gives. Believe me, I've been in this position before and its very much like when he decides he wants to go off on your face. I've had my vision blurred by a big, sticky load in my eye, too and most guys don't appreciate how hard it is to get their stuff out of your hair and make-up.

ABM's first penis...

2009-07-15T15:24:00.000-07:00

After much internal debate, ABM has decided to stop playing peek-a-boo and be literally upfront about what we show. We've been touring our black-male-loving sister blogs out there and chosen, in the spirit of true honesty to say what we love about black men: the black penis.

It's the object of our affection and our fantasies, we love looking at them, touching them, stroking them, feeling them grow hard in our hands, tasting them with our tongues and celebrating the rewards we receive when we've given them pleasure, that warm, salty, sometimes bitter tasting gift that spurts into our mouths, pussies and booties.

Your cock is amazing and gorgeous, baby. I can't believe how much pleasure you can give me with it.

Can I join you in the tent....?

2009-07-15T11:53:00.000-07:00

There is absolutely something totally sexy about a hot brotha testing the limits of his shorts. I think its the anticipation, the promise of things to come (no pun intended) and the idea that I'm making him get hard. And when you're pulling his shorts down over his hips, I LOVE how his hard cock just pops out right in front of me. I can't help it. I like to look. So, guys, if you're starting to get hard down there, don't be embarrassed, I take it as a compliment.

Now, I wonder if you taste as good as you look.....?

He has everything I'm looking for in a man...

2009-07-15T09:59:00.000-07:00

Killer smile, gorgeous body and a tent in his boxers big enough to hold a revival in!

Grab it, girl!

2009-07-15T09:57:00.000-07:00

Ohmigod, girl! Can you feel what I feel??

Out in public...

2009-07-14T15:19:00.000-07:00

Can you see me watching you? Looking, wondering? What kind of guy are you? Can you tell I think you're oh-so-sexy? Would you even consider being with a white girl from down South? Mmmmmm, you're so "street" and soooooo hot! I bet you wouldn't believe the kind of things this white girl would do for you. Don't be shy, approach me, talk to me, hit on me. I think you'll be surprised at how receptive I am to your game. I won't blush when you suggest we go someplace private, 'cause, baby, I know you're gonna rock my world and I am soooooooo ready for you....

His name is Shawn...

2009-07-14T13:04:00.000-07:00

The pictures above are of male model Shawn Sutton and as soon as I saw him I thought "ohmigod!"

Okay, he has a beautiful face and a gorgeous body, but what I think is so sexy about him is the fact that he's not shy about showing all parts of his body and is so confident about his manhood. He's so totally, like "this is what I bring to the game, girl" that you can't help but be attracted to him. If there are any girls out there like me, the idea of kissing down his neck to his chest, then to his beautiful washboard abs, sliding a tongue into his belly button, then sliding to your knees and taking him in your mouth just to show him that a gorgeous man like him deserves to be worshipped...

And you're just the girl to do it.

May I just take a second to say a word....?

2009-07-14T11:32:00.000-07:00

...about black men's asses? Okay, first of all, y'all know we white girls look and we know you know. The most embarrassing thing is when I get busted by some cut brotha who catches me checkin' out his booty. Look, let me just say ahead of time, I'm sorry, but DAMNNNNNN! I can't help myself.
So, pardon me if I stare, baby, but that gorgeous bottom of yours is makin' my insides tingle. Do you mind if I slide your jeans off....?