TITLE    : The Deep South
STORYID  : the-deep-south-1
SUMMARY  : A southern college girl tells her story.
AUTHOR   : TheRealOnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2024-03-12
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |college girl|white female|black male|cheating|black bred|cum|bbc|female perspective|


-The Magic Words-

"Right there, right there right there..."

There's something almost arousing in just reading those words. The frantic pacing presumed with them, the sound of need that should be clear in your voice, the obvious path to pleasure those words are clearing for your lover... it feels good to say those words, but it feels even better when you can't utter them out at all. There was a time where I didn't even have the chance to feel that way, which now that I mention it, feels a million miles off though it had only been nearly a year ago. I want to explain it to you better, because I think there is serious lesson in here for other women, but I'll be sure to be descriptive, because I know there are a lot of guys out there who want to know too. So let's start with the basics.

My name is Amber Frazure, and I'm 20 years old. I'm a fun sized 5'4 and only 115lbs (I got used to being called fun sized in high school, and I really couldn't disagree with that description). I have honey blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, I'm slim and fit (as I love running), and while I'm loathe to put it in such terms, I have somewhat underwhelming B cup breasts, but I like to think I make up for that with my shapely butt and toned legs. I'm definitely more of a girly girl, as I spend plenty of time shopping for new clothes, casually experimenting with yoga, and getting mani/pedicures like clockwork (which trust me, when you're a runner, it always pays to treat your feet right). My parents are humble and slightly conservative folks who raised me in a quiet southern suburb, and this was my first year at college (though that's merely the backdrop and not really relevant to the story). I was dating a nice enough boy named Dale, who I had met pretty early on during my time there, and while our relationship was fine, the sex, it turns out... was not.

-18 and Up-

"Oh yeah baby, you like that..?" Dale had said, his face dewy with sweat, his pale white chest looking waxy in the low light of his dorm, his body swaying with each thrust.

I didn't respond, I just nodded, letting out little noises of pleasure. I wasn't an expert at sex, as I hadn't been doing it very long (I was a good girl, after all), but I was enjoying myself enough in the moment to appreciate it. As you might expect, I had a lot to learn.

"Oh fuck baby, I don't think I can pull out in time..." Dale said, though there wasn't very much urgency in his voice.

I knew he wanted to cum inside me. It's a guy thing, a power trip, all about claiming a girl. But, I hadn't let him do it before, and I wasn't going to start now, pill or not. I had already taken quite the risk of letting him go unprotected, as he had swore it just didn't feel right otherwise.

"You'd better." I said, sitting up slightly on my elbows, and even in the darkness, I know he saw my expression, just like I saw the disappointment tinge the corners of his mouth.

He looked like he wanted to protest, but he pulled out, and turned, grabbing one of my socks and jerking himself to completion inside of it, letting out a gasp of relief and satisfaction as he did. We had come to that arrangement, him using my socks, as it let him mark his territory, and kept his sperm off me. I was NOT trying to get pregnant like my mom had so early in life. She had only been 17 when she had me, and I know she always felt trapped by it, though she loved me. I could wear my shoes back to my own dorm without socks on, and I'd make sure they got thoroughly washed before going back into service.

"Baby... one of these days, you've got to let me just do it... You know I want to, so bad..." Dale had tried again to coerce me, following it up with his inevitable flattering excuse, "You're just so fucking hot."

I hadn't finished, and most times I didn't, though the few times I did were quite nice. He clearly didn't care though, as he was far more into his own satisfaction than mine. I had just assumed this was all young guys, that they were a little quick on the draw as they were getting used to experiencing such things, and not quite able to read a girls body yet. I didn't want to be his teacher, not just because it would have been a chore, but because I wasn't that experienced myself. I simply sighed again, and gave him the same old routine.

"You know we can't. I'm not taking that risk, I'm sorry." I told him, as I had several times before, "Maybe we'll get there some day, and when we do, I'll let you know."

"Yeah, I know, it just... you know, they do it all the time in porn and stuff." Dale had said, showing how much of a boy he really still was, something I wish I had been able to see more clearly earlier on.

"Life isn't porn, Dilly... at least yours isn't." I said with a laugh, nudging him with my foot as I scooted up the bed, bringing the towel I had been laying on with me.

It was meant to be a good humored mood breaker, but he seemed to take it a little personal.

"It could be if you weren't always such a prude about everything." he said flatly, his hands on his hips as if he was a pouting kid.

I couldn't help but freeze at the foot of his bed, my mouth slightly agape, my eyes fixed on his face while he tried to avoid my look. I'm ashamed to admit it made me feel incredibly self conscious, reminding me how inexperienced I'd been, and how ashamed he wanted me to be for not just doing things I hadn't felt comfortable doing with him. I'm not trying to say that women can't be bad at sex, because we can, but I DID know I shouldn't have to be the one on top to get mine every single time too. I was done with his nonsense tonight, and started gathering my things angrily as I prepared to storm out (but it would have to wait until I was dressed, which gave him time to try and redeem himself.)

"Oh babe, come on, I just mean..." Dale started, trying to reach out and touch my shoulder.

"I know EXACTLY what you meant." I had told him harshly, watching him recoil slightly.

I threw my sweatpants back on, bra, t-shirt, panties, sitting my bag down next to me as I slipped my shoes back on.

"Babe, come on, don't be like this..." he said, trying again, but I really didn't want to look at him right now, moving towards the door, "Wait, don't forget your socks." he continued, maybe hoping I would turn around at least.

"Keep them. You might be needing them after tonight." I had said, being the typical girl, and making sure to take a jab at his masculinity (low, I know... but that's how we roll).

-Music of the Night-

I was still fuming when I got back to my dorm room. Pent up with both anger and lack of sexual satisfaction, both of which I cursed him for, my mind turning over with the first stirrings of dumping him and moving on. Maybe I should have, it would have been kinder than what happened ultimately. I threw my bag aside, kicked my shoes off and threw myself face down on the bed, finally letting myself sob into my comforter, feeling embarrassed for not being enough, angry for being talked to like that, and also feeling a bit used, an unintended consequence of leaving so quickly after sex. He tried texting me more than a few times, but I engaged in yet another petty girl thing, and left him unread. If you think we don't know how much that hurts; we do. After twenty minutes of sobbing and then cleaning up, I decided to take out my laptop and check my social media, contemplating making a vague post about everything (another girl tactic we love), but more than anything, I wanted to put on some music to put me back in a better head space. But I had to stop and angrily look at his profile picture first.

"Fuck you Dale... fucking prick." I had said to his smiling photo, preparing to click the window closed and move on to my Spotify list, when something struck me.

I sat looking at his profile picture a little longer, angry, but determined to prove something... either to him or to myself, but I decided if he thought I needed to be more like porn, then I was going to learn a few things first. So, even though it would have ultimately been to his benefit, I decided to spite him by jumping on everyone's go to porn hub. I had always been a little uncomfortable looking at stuff like this, but my mind was fueled by anger tonight, so better judgment wasn't going to win. I guess in part, he's responsible for where I am today, though he'd be ashamed if he knew it. Anyway, I didn't really know where to begin, but it turns out, there were categories to look at, and to make my life even easier, there was a breakdown showing popular porn searches by gender. A top ten list for both guys and ladies, convenient enough for me to find and check. Number one on the list sets the tone for the turn my life was about to take.

"Big Black Cock..." I muttered, the mouse hovering over the top of the ladies list.

The list was surprisingly tilted in one direction, as the rest of it read out:

2.Black Cock

3.Big Cock

4.Big Cum Shot

5.Massive Load

6.Creampie (a term I didn't understand at the time)

7.Impregnation Fantasy

8.Gangbang

9.Group Sex

10.Anal

This was a stark contrast from the men's list, which (to only name a few) featured:

1.Big Tits

2. Cumshot

3.Anal

4.Cuckold

5.Cheating

The first three, I understood, but cuckoldry and cheating? Why would a guy want to get cheated on or cuckolded... Ultimately, it didn't matter, I was on a mission, so I opened tabs for topic one, four, six (out of curiosity), eight and ten. Some of them felt redundant, so I chose the heavy branches and started there. I'm going to be completely honest with you, I literally said "Oh my god." out loud when I saw those first images of "big black cock". They weren't fucking kidding, they weren't just big, they were MASSIVE. I mean, I'm pretty petite, but you could literally replace my forearm with one of those things, and I would still be able to wear my fitness band around it. I mean, not to disparage him, but Dale was just about 5 inches, and almost every one of these guys was at least twice that. Longer, thicker, ribbed with powerful looking veins... hell, even their balls were bigger. I was struck.

"Holy fucking shit." I said, scrolling through some of the video titles.

That's when two new things started to strike me. Number one, was that a lot of these titles were about revenge, or hate, you know; cheating and the like. Always about taking some white boys mom, his girlfriend, sister, wife, whatever. Let me take a quick break and get ahead of myself for a moment, hate sex is HOT. When a guy fucks you like he intends to destroy you its... god, it's like nothing you've ever felt before. But I'll get there, sorry. Anyway, the second thing that struck me, was that I was getting aroused, fast. With every little preview I hovered over, I was getting hotter, wetter, to the point I was getting uncomfortable. My sweatpants might have been made out of wool the way they were brushing against me, and I desperately needed to take them off. My nipples were getting hard and sensitive, my muscles tight with anticipation, until I could almost feel my heartbeat in my fucking pussy. I had never been that aroused before in my life, and fueled by the anger Dale had left with me, I was ready to explode.

"This is... oh my god..." I whispered to myself as I tugged my panties off, a dewy line of liquid connecting to them.

No wonder this had been number one. I know times have changed, but one thing certainly hasn't... women LOVE big dicks. Virility, power, dominance... all the traits of classic male sexuality definitely turn us on, and these black strangers on here were packing all three in spades (no pun intended). I ended up picking a split screen compilation of interracial sex, and it might have been a bad choice. Not because it was bad, on the contrary, it was amazing, but because I was overwhelmed, not wanting to miss a thing. Three different white faces, always changing, looking at me with orgasmic delight in their eyes, black men savaging them from behind, screams of pleasure pouring out of them like symphony of ecstasy (thank goodness for ear buds). I wanted to go slow, but I couldn't. I slipped my fingers into myself, my labia parting effortlessly as I was very receptive. My other hand was eager to join in, pausing for a moment as it slid under my shirt to touch my nipples, but quickly made it's way to working my clitoris as my toes curled and my legs tightened up.

"Fuck... right there... right there..." I muttered to myself, feeling something special for the first time, my body receptive, my eyes taking in glistening and muscular black bodies, dicks hard as diamonds and black as coal slamming into the soft pink insides of the dozens of white girls featured.

I came so hard, I literally fell off the side of my bed, my whole body shaking and twitching with every small tremor from each follow up orgasm, so much that I could barely contain my own shouts of pleasure, quickly snatching a handful of my blanket and stuffing it over my mouth. Had that just happened? Had I just had multiple orgasms JUST from watching these alpha males fuck like that? The answer was a resounding yes. It didn't cross my mind at the time, but THIS was exactly the reason Dale's life wasn't more like porn... he wasn't built for such grandeur. I was laying there trying to catch my breath, when there was a gentle knock at my door, my hall-mate Kinsey (yes, her name was Kinsey... welcome to the south), spoke gently but loud enough that I could hear her.

"Amber, y'all okay in there? I thought I heard something fall." she said, bless her heart for being worried about me.

"What..? Oh, yeah, I'm... I'm fine. I just... I slipped trying a new yoga position, I'm okay though." I said back, now trying to keep myself from laughing, my lower half naked and soaked in my own juices.

"Alright, just wanted to be sure. Trevor told me you and Dale had a bit of a row tonight, I hope everything's okay." Kinsey said, meaning well I suppose, but engaging in the sort of small town gossip that pervades in places around here.

"Yeah, it was... just a little fussin' that's all, ain't nothing to worry over." I said, now ready for her to just move on.

She did, but I stayed frozen on the floor, my legs apart (quite a sight I'm sure) as I waited to hear her door close. I carefully sat up, got back on my feet and went back to my computer, the video having ended already, but a whole world of possibilities waiting for me. I realized that I had gotten WAY ahead of myself, a moist spot waiting for me on the corner of my bed. I looked around for a moment, not wanting to sit back down in it, fishing a dirty shirt out of my hamper and throwing it down to sit on. I had to see more. I fished around, checking out some of the other trending topics, moving on to Dale's favorite fantasy, the cum shot. I don't know what he'd been watching, but there was a clear correlation here, bigger cocks meant bigger cum shots. I'd seen Dale ejaculate a few times (before the sock became the norm) and it was nothing like this... these girls opened their mouths eagerly to take it all in, black balls practically filling their mouths with hot, potent cum.

I'm telling you, watch the difference. I have. Women are more excited and receptive to taking a mouthful of black cum versus their white counterparts. You can tell the difference between porn acting and genuine enthusiasm. But, that's getting ahead of myself again. So, while I had been curious, I also set myself up for disaster, as I was now in desperate need of a shower, and the only one's were the communal one's down the hall. It's not some big open shower room like in some boner 80's movie, but it was still not very private. I only mention this, because once I got in there, the hot water rushing down over me, I could feel it stimulating my all over again. I was still incredibly sensitive, and the hot water was touching me in the right places. I carefully fingered myself again, picturing all of those rough black men, their sperm landing all over me like the hot rush of the shower, and I didn't last too long. A few other girls came through, but I managed to keep it a secret... I think.

I had never slept as good as I did that night.

-Getting Blown Off-

I'm sure you want to hear more about mm fingering myself... my slender white fingers rubbing circles around my clitoris, my eyes locked on yours with desperate need, the sparkle practically screaming "fuck me"... but that's only a small part of the overall story. Though I think you already have an idea where all this is going. I was brimming with a new life, a new confidence, but I wasn't ready to share any of that with Dale yet. Maybe ever. He had accused me of being a prudish bore, when in truth, he simply hadn't been arousing me enough. I want this to be a lesson to the men out there reading this, if a girl wants you to fuck her, and I mean REALLY fuck her, she won't say no to anything. She will fuck, suck, and let you cum anywhere you want IF you own her. Dale didn't own me. His weak attempts at cumming in or on me were just that, trying to claim something he didn't own. I was carrying myself well, but the sight of him was enough to shut me down a little bit, my whole demeanor changing as he trotted up to me.

"Babe, look, I wanted to talk about last night, I'm SO sorry, I should have never said that, I was just frustrated, but you deserve so much better than that." he said, doing his best with what little he had.

"I know I do." I said, feeling a little arrogant (and thinking of the things I'd seen last night), "I don't think you know how lucky you are..." I had started to say, not sure where I would have gone with that.

"I know, I know how lucky I am." he decided to interject, "I'm super lucky to even have you, so can we please... can we just put this behind us?"

I wasn't thrilled with him still, but I wasn't unreasonable either (or so I thought), so I decided to show him a little mercy, still not set in the new ways that were creeping through me even then.

"We... we can. But I want you to know, you really hurt me last night. You really made me consider some things I've never considered before." I said, my mind instantly flashing to images of strong black cock punishing my mouth, maybe cumming all over my pretty white face, dripping down my...

"Breaking up? Oh babe, don't say that, please... it was a one time mistake, I promise." he said, lucky that he wasn't a mind reader.

"Yeah." I said, snapping back to reality, that urge creeping up on me again.

We hugged, and he gave me a kiss that I didn't fully reciprocate, but I think he felt it was just because I was still peeved. Classes went by without much fan fare, my mind not really focusing on the material today, the only thing really catching my eye, the few black students who shared the campus with us. I couldn't help but bite my lower lip as I pictured what might be hiding underneath those jeans before giggling to myself slightly at having such a silly girly fantasy. It was as if a certain curtain had been lifted last night, and there was no putting it back down. This became most apparent when a handful of us gathered after classes that Friday, the boys deciding to play a little football to round out the day. They weren't on the team or anything, this was just some guys goofing around while their respective lady friends watched from the sidelines like some sort of low rent ladies in waiting. This was when I first started taking particular notice of Dale's friend Tyson, something which he noticed right back.

"Dale, you're up!" one of the boys had said happily, all of them running around and playing as guys sometimes do.

The ball had gone to Dale, who caught it rather easily (this wasn't the NFL or anything), and he started rushing forward, the ball tucked under his arm, other guys running to catch up. That was when Tyson tackled him down from the side. Nothing bone breaking, but it was enough to take Dale off guard, the two of them collapsing on the side line nearby. The other guys cheered and jeered, Tyson getting up with a laugh, Dale's ego bruised, but otherwise fine. Dale took his extended hand, rising back up to his feet. I had gasped and jumped at the suddenness of it, my eyes going wide, they had locked for only a moment on Tyson's dark brown eyes as he stood back up, his dark brown face wide with a dazzling smile, and I felt myself blushing instantly.
<hr pg="2" />"Damn bro, take it easy next time." Dale said, rubbing his grass stained elbow slightly.

"Sorry brotha, go hard or go home." Tyson said, smiling and giving Dale a playful punch on the arm, his eyes darting over to me and back.

"Almost took me out of the game." Dale continued, shaking himself off a little bit, again, sore but fine.

"Well, you're tougher than me then, because I think I need a minute to recover. I'll catch up." Tyson said, patting him on the shoulder before taking a short, fake limped walk, over to the side lines where I was sitting, and plopping himself down not far from me.

"Haha, alright chief, gotta be careful when you're messing with the man of steel." Dale said, some semblance of manhood restored by the gesture.

Dale and the boys ran off to continue their game, but Tyson had another game in mind.

"Hey, you were Dale's girl... Amber, right?" Tyson said (and I didn't correct him), tipping his head back slightly to look at me, his winning smile and flawless black skin making me shudder slightly with a certain delight.

"Me? Oh, yeah, I'm Amber and you're... Dyson?" I had said at the time, really unsure of his name, only hearing about him once or twice.

"Tyson." he corrected, all in good nature.

"Oh, sorry about that." I had said, feeling slightly flustered.

"No worries, I'm sure you'll make it up to me." he said, giving me a wink and a smile that could have implied a joke, or something much more... sinister.

"I saw the fall, are you... are you alright?" I said, scooting a little closer to make our conversation easier.

"Oh yeah, I'm cool. Not really injured, just needed a break from the meathead brigade, and didn't like the idea of you sitting here all by your lonesome." Tyson said, casually flirting, or so I was secretly hoping.

"Oh, well... thanks." I said, smiling coyly, trying not to blush, but feeling quite taken at the moment, "You, uh... you really have some speed out there."

"Well, thank YOU." he shot back, moving a little closer himself this time, "I was actually on the track team in high school. My dad would kill me if he thought I was out here risking my legs for a game of toss with these clowns." he said, laughing and gesturing to the other guys with his thumb.

"You ran track? That's awesome, I'm a runner myself." I said, both proud and happy we had some sort of connection to talk about, "Scholarship?" I inquired, nodding towards him.

"Nah, government aid. Colleges don't really care about athletes that don't draw a crowd." he said, shrugging slightly.

"Well, I'd certainly watch." I said, the words falling out before I really thought about it (it was a schoolgirl crush for sure).

"I'll bet..." he said, seeming to pick up what I was laying down, "We should double up and run sometime. Better to do it with a partner. Lot of weirdos out there." he said, throwing out the offer, and backing it up with sound reason.

"Yeah, maybe... can't be too careful, right?" I said, my smile natural and easy as I pictured his muscular black body in motion.

We agreed to meet up the next afternoon, as it was Saturday, and the whole idea filled me with a near giddy excitement as I was already planning on what to wear for him. Dale and I would normally meet up for food of some sort, then hang out, sneak a few drinks, then he would inevitably initiate sex. Sad how quickly routine can sink in, even with young couples. I suppose it didn't matter, as this time I was blowing him off, a gesture he was still chalking up to my being upset with him, but the truth was much worse... I was starting to move on.

-Fun Run-

"Well damn, look at you!" Tyson said, his charming smile wide as he admired my approach.

I had chosen to wear a pair of tight pink running pants with matching grey and pink sneakers, my top a sort of glorified sports bra top in a matching grey. I had dressed to impress and it wasn't going unnoticed.

"Awww, thank you." I said, feeling sexy and confident, something I never really felt before (it felt more... adult somehow), "You're looking pretty good yourself." I said, admiring his tight black muscle shirt and soft looking light grey sweatpants.

"Oh, I know it." he said, cocky, but absolutely backing it up.

Our run took us off campus and some ways out into the local park. You should know that parks out here aren't like they are in the city, they can go on for miles where you might never see another soul, nothing but green trees and fields, and if you're lucky, a nice pond or creek. We took a pause to re-hydrate, only lightly sweating as we were clearly used to this sort of exertion, the day being relatively cool and slightly breezy, perfect for... well, anything.

"So, you still good to go, or do you need a break?" he said, clearly goading me a little.

"Oh, I'm plenty good, you'd be lucky to keep up." I said, deciding to be cocky back.

"Not that I mind running behind you..." he said, his mouth turning up in a smirk, "But there's no way you can outpace me." he finished, his look almost smarmy.

"Oh, want to make a bet?" I said, feeling good, feeling playful.

"I'm down. I bet I could give you a 10 second head start and still catch up to you, easy." Tyson said, glancing up the trail a bit to the wooded area ahead.

"Oh yeah? I've been doing this for years... challenge accepted." I quickly shot back, my heart starting to race faster.

"What do I get if I catch you?" Tyson said, his eyes clearly taking full stock of my body, his tongue lightly grazing his lips.

"Guess you'll have to find out." I said, turning and sprinting away up the path, turning down the less beaten one that was shaded by woods.

He was true to his word, waiting and playfully counting to ten before taking off like a shot behind me. He would have caught up to me without issue, the man was built for speed, but it wasn't like I was making too much of an effort myself, and before I knew it, he had his arms around me, and both of us went down to the soft grass, giggling and laughing, a blurt that might have sounded like surprise, but was really one of anticipation squeaking out of me. He rolled on top of me, his strong arms practically pinning me down, my legs apart, his pelvis pressed against mine. I could feel the mass of firming flesh through his thick pants, and I truly, sincerely, desperately, wanted to find out what was underneath them. But first things first, he leaned in, and the two of us started kissing. His slightly pronounced lips on mine, my mouth opening greedily to match his enthusiasm, our tongues quickly exploring one another. This was passion. This was exactly the sort of thing Dale and I lacked, and it felt amazing to have it for the first time.

I wish I could tell you that he fucked me right there in the woods, but as I said earlier, life isn't a porno. But that's not to say that either of us left unsatisfied. His mouth exploring my neck, his hands squeezing my breasts, the firm press of his thick cock against my eager pussy even through our sweatpants... it was an intoxicating appetizer before the main course. He was satisfied because I think he KNEW he was going to fuck me later, and I was perfectly satisfied knowing I would be proving him right. But after a rather intense make-out session, I was primed, ready to open myself up both figuratively and literally to a new experience, but there was still one last obstacle... Dale. Dilly, as I often called him, a joke that was born of my being terrible with people's names. It honestly felt a little shameful to be considering either cheating on him, or dumping him just to fuck his friend, but I couldn't help but feel driven to do so by his behavior. I'm not trying to justify it, I did what I did for me, but I would have never gone down this road had he not been so unfairly insistent with me.

-Cheaters Never Win-

I remember practically biting my nails with anxiety that night, sitting on the edge of my bed in my dorm, debating making that dreaded call, or at least going over and talking it out like an adult... but I never got that far. There was a knock at the door not long after, and to absolutely no surprise, it was Tyson. I was more than happy to see him, my body still hungry from our earlier encounter, and my mind eager to explore the sort of raw sexuality I had been exposed to in my low moment from the nights prior. But if you recall, there was another problem literally waiting for us around the corner, who you may remember her from earlier... Kinsey. She was dating Trevor, a friend of Dale's (it felt like everyone was connected somehow around there), and she had not been blind to my receiving another male visitor to my dorm... especially not one as colorful as Tyson.

"Hey, sup girl." Tyson had said, his face his usual cocky self, a knowing look practically written all over it.

"Hey Tyson I..." I had started, but he wasted little time, gripping my waist and pulling me close, our mouths locking again, my body practically melting into him.

Like I said earlier, when a man owns a girl, she'll do pretty much whatever he wants. I'm not going to sugar coat it, I was horny as hell, my body aching for his cock, but I had to at least say the one thing that had been plaguing my conscience. I pulled back slightly after what felt like both an eternity and all too short a time, smiling, and putting a single white finger up to his dark lips shushing him for just a moment.

"Tyson... I... what about Dale? You know that he and I..." I said, trying not to say it, as I didn't really want it to be true anymore.

"Fuck him." Tyson had said, and for some reason it seemed to sum up everything in a single moment.

Tyson didn't give a fuck he was about to fuck his friend's girl. He was horny, and what he wanted was my little white pussy. He wasn't going to be denied by guilt or some shameful sense of morality... he was going to take me like man and fuck me like a savage. That's all he cared about. The truth was, I wanted it too. I wanted to be fucked by a man, a REAL MAN... someone who doesn't beg, or plead, or make half assed efforts to convince me to do things... someone who just takes me, and fucks me like I deserve, with passionate, almost hateful, consumption. I know it sounds like I have serious daddy issues, but in truth, my dad and I got along great (at least we did before all this anyway). I simply gulped a little, my eyes on his, glancing down at the thick black monster I knew was waiting for me in his jeans, and let out a playful chuckle, my face breaking into a smile. I got the feeling this wasn't his first rodeo, and he made that very apparent a moment later.

"Go ahead... get down on your knees and take a good look." Tyson had said, his strong hand brushing through my hair for just a moment as he guided me down in front of him.

I had been dating Dale for nearly three weeks before I felt comfortable enough to give him head, but here I was with Tyson, ready to suck his dick in less than a single day, and we weren't even dating. He owned me, and he knew it. He undid his pants for me, my eyes nervously darting from his groin to his face and back, when he finally unleashed it... and it was everything I hoped for. It practically lept out and smacked me in the face, and I would have welcomed it if it had. A towering nine and half inches of thick black fury, the sheath of his foreskin soft and welcoming, the large black head smooth and enticing, even his balls, swollen and powerful looking with every coarse black hair and wrinkle... I've never been in love with a cock before, but I was tonight. I marveled at it, my blue eyes sparkling, my mouth starting to water, it almost felt like reverence... but I reached up and gripped it in my slim white hand, seeing how easily it dwarfed it. It would have required having two sets of hands just to cover it all. Boy, wouldn't that have been something.

"My god you're so... BIG." was the best I could muster, my eyes shooting back up to his; his look one of sheer amusement.

I knew what he wanted, and I didn't make him ask, I adjusted myself, sweeping my hair behind me, and took the head of his thick dark cock directly into my mouth, my whole body shuddering with pleasure as I did. Now, just for the record, black men aren't chocolate. I hate when other girls say that. It's the same salty fleshed flavor as anyone else, but it's not the taste that matters. There's something else there, that feels like power radiating from it. It makes you want it, it makes you eager, satisfied, like nothing else matters. Trust me, I tried my best to take him all in, but there was no way (I just wasn't experienced enough at the time, but unlike Dale, he didn't hold that against me). I sucked and slurped in slow appreciative strokes, jerking him, moaning in my own sense of carnal satisfaction, my pace quickening as I got encouraged by his own sounds of pleasure. I wanted all of it inside me, everything... If I could have fit his dick and balls in my mouth all at once I would have. I only paused long enough to peel my shirt off, a wet spot already formed on the front from the slobber coming off my chin.

"That's right..." he said, his tone low and satisfied.

I was eager for him to see my body. My perky white tits, my nipples, it's such an insane feeling, wanting to give yourself over to a man's power, his approval, and his control, but it feels so fucking good. Off came the bra, my nipples hard and firm, which I pinched and tugged for him, giving him a good little show before taking his cock back into my mouth. I was more aggressive now, trying hard to take him deeper, sucking, stroking, massaging his balls... he loved it, and so did I. Again, I'm not claiming he was superman, he's still a guy after all, so while it took longer than Dale would normally take, it wasn't too long before I knew he was ready to cum. This was my moment, the one Dale had so callously called me a prude about, and while I was nervous, I decided to go for it (not that there was much choice in the matter, Tyson was going to get what he wanted).

"Oh fuck... here it comes... where you want it?" he said, not asking me IF I wanted it, but where... again, he owned me and he knew it.

"On... on my face." I said, lowering my body slightly, craning my neck up, my eyes on his as he jerked himself furiously in front of me, his dark cock shiny with my spit.

It was an explosion. A torrent. A deluge. It was fucking everywhere. The jolt hit me square on the forehead, splashing all over the place; in my hair, on the rug, my pants, my bed spread... it was enough that I jerked back with surprise, my mouth dropping open slightly. But that's when the next pulse came, a lap of thick white semen roping down over my face and over the bridge of my nose, some of it landing between my open lips. Another blast, splashing down on my neck, more falling on my exposed tits. This is a man who would never cum into a sock. I'm not sure his cock would even fit into one of my socks. It was glorious, and there I was, bathing in it. I had never let anyone cum on me before; it felt degrading, dirty and altogether insanely arousing all at once. I was just some slut for him now, not some pretty girl, Dale's girlfriend, maybe not even a person at all... and it felt good.

"Oh HELL yeah." Tyson said, squeezing out every last drop and flicking it on me with a quick shake.

Let me tell you something else... black cum doesn't taste like ambrosia. I'm sure it's not different than white cum, in so much that it tastes like hot, salty, slightly meaty, ammonia laced goo (so keep that in mind next time you're unloading into a girls mouth). But when a man owns you, like he did, you relish the taste. I swallowed the little bit that got into my mouth, and I loved every second of it. But it was time for the main event now, and I was tired of waiting... my tight little white pussy was ACHING for his black cock, my clitoris swollen and sensitive, my labia covered in eager southern salivation. He reached down and pulled me up to my feet, turning me around and positioning me over the edge of my bed, taking my pants and panties down as he did. I kicked them off quickly, bent over now in front of him, completely naked (though he was still mostly dressed), cum hanging off my face, and I waited for the moment of impact. I think I might have even wiggled my hips a little inviting him in.

"Oh fuck girl, you tight..." Tyson said, his one hand on my waist, the other guiding his cock into me, the thick black head probing between my soft pussy lips as he quickly found the spot.

It didn't even occur to me at the time, being as overwhelmed with raw animal lust as I was, but I didn't even know that he wasn't wearing a condom. He hadn't asked or offered, and for all he knew, I wasn't on birth control... he had only one need, and that was to fuck me, nothing else mattered. I have to admit too, I winced as he entered me. It hurt. It was like losing my virginity again, or at least, for real this time. But that initial pain was just a brief moment compared to the womb shaking pounding he was about to unleash on me. The pleasure drowns most of it out, but it stays with you.

"ow... owowOWOW OWWW!!!" I had squealed out, pushing myself up on the tips of my toes, leaning forward as if I could ease the entry somehow, but he simply grabbed by hips firmly and pulled me back until he was almost breaking me with how deep he felt inside me.

Thankfully, he started slowly, but it didn't last too long, his pace quickening as he thrilled off of the sheer pain and dominance he was inflicting upon me. I loved it too. I felt powerless, weak, and it was exactly where I belonged. I was practically on the verge of orgasm from the moment he pushed himself inside me, and I had lost control over my normal sense of decorum, letting out moans of pleasure that were quickly escalating into near screams as he hammered me completely raw from behind. My mouth was open, his seed still clinging to my face, drops being thrown down and over my comforter, my hands clutching it hard. I had no idea that next door, Kinsey was listening to the entire thing, and calling Trevor to share the experience with him. If she had better sense, she should have come over and joined us, but instead, she was quickly alerting Dale to the infidelity taking place next door to her, something we would be learning shortly after.

-Surprise!-

The campus isn't huge, but even at a quickened pace, not a full on run, it would take Dale roughly 15 minutes to get to where I was. He had only gotten wind of what was transpiring after it had already started, so I was rapidly racing towards the biggest, most intense and repeated orgasm I had ever had in my young life. That's another factor, for all you guys out there that don't know it... not all girls squirt, but they DO produce a sort of white creamy discharge when they're extremely aroused, and I was glazing him HARD. I was embarrassed when I found out, as I didn't know about that sort of thing, but he wasn't bothered. Again, this wasn't his first rodeo. If you remember, there's that whole "right there" moment when you hit that sweet spot, but I didn't even need to tell him, he was hitting it hard, and I was barely able to speak as it was. The only words I managed to get out were:

"OH FUCK, I'M GONNA... I'M GONNA CUMMMM...!" I had pretty much shouted, our bodies working in concert, my whole body tense and ready to explode.

"That's it, cum all over my BLACK fucking DICK." he said, making it clear that he was doing this because I was a white girl, and that he was putting me in my place.

Of course I didn't answer him, I didn't have to, because my body did. I screamed, my whole body went rigid, my toes curling, my eyes slamming closed, and holy fuck did I cum. He didn't stop either, pushing me to heights I never even knew were possible, my brain a complete mess of endorphins, dopamine, serotonin, I don't even remember being able to see, it was like everything went red and white for a moment, I wasn't even making noise anymore. But still, there was the distant sound of his body smashing against mine, his balls slapping against my skin, my wetness and creaming causing a wet "shlorp" of sexual congress. You would think that would be the prime time for Dale to show up, but he didn't... not yet. That moment came the same time Tyson did. I don't quite remember him announcing it, but he had said:
<hr pg="3" />"Oh fuck yeah, here it comes..." which I learned later was his usual pronouncement when he was going to bust a nut.

Tyson wasn't going to pull out either. Again, he didn't ask, he didn't offer... he did exactly what he wanted, and that was cumming directly inside me. I could feel it, in spite of all my mental overload, the hot rush of his sperm pumping inside me, and I don't know whether it's a girl thing, or a me thing, but it was euphoric. It meant the possibility of motherhood, it meant being bred, pregnancy... the things my body was always meant to do... and it was like a total homecoming. THAT was when Dale decided to push his way in, several of his friends and a few onlookers gathering around, drawn in by the commotion Tyson and I had made, and the prospect of a fight brewing.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER..." Dale shouted as he flung the door open, stepping inside, gawkers craning to take a peek.

"Oh, sup bro..?" Tyson said, sweat on his face, but his usual cocky look still withstanding.

"BRO... BRO!? DON'T FUCKING BRO ME, BITCH! GET THE FUCK OFF MY GIRL!" Dale shouted, in what may have been the most manly moment I'd heard him in up to this point.

"Hey, chill dawg, I thought you two was broken up." Tyson said, either trying to de-escalate, or lay the blame on me (which in the moment, I didn't even care about, I was fucked brainless by that point).

"WE'RE NOT." Dale went on, "NOW GET THE FUCK OFF HER."

"Bro, you need to chill. Step out a sec, cause I'm guessing you don't want to see THIS." Tyson had said, gesturing down towards himself, "And I'll go."

Dale seemed to accept this, though angrily, pushing his way back out the door, people looking on with a mix of sheer carnival amusement, some laughing at the shamed Dale, some envious of Tyson's conquest. I felt Tyson carefully pull out of me, a gush of his semen coming out with him and running down my twitching thigh... that was when I first felt the sound and color come back into the room.

"Did he... are you..?" Was about the best I could muster.

"S'all good, baby. I'll catch up with you later." Tyson said, making it sound like no big deal I had just been caught getting fucked by not only my boyfriend, but everyone in my dorm, and everyone they could bring with them.

Part of me wanted to me mad, but I didn't have the energy. Plus, this had been my decision as much as anything, so I couldn't really lay the consequences on HIS shoulders, he hadn't cheated, I HAD. I fell forward slightly on my comforter, wrapping it around me like a sort of shroud, before rolling over and on to my butt, keeping myself as covered as I could, not even remembering the copious nut still hanging from my face. Tyson left, as promised, and Dale entered, slamming the door behind him and locking it (something I had been too preoccupied to remember). It was open just long enough for a few enterprising watchers to snap shots on their cell phones, but I couldn't be bothered with that right now.

"WHAT IN THE FUCKING FUCK IS THIS, AMBER? WHAT, YOU'RE JUST FUCKING OTHER GUYS NOW!?" Dale had said, his anger suddenly being halted by a deeper sense of sadness and loss, seeing me as I was.

"No, not... it's not like that it's..." I started, still ashamed to look him in the eyes.

"It's.. it's what!?" he said, though I could hear the tears starting to catch in his voice.

"After what you said, I... I wanted to change... change for you, or for... for me... and I did. It just didn't... it didn't go like I had ever thought." I said, the words ringing very true, though the depth of them wasn't quite there yet.

"What does that even mean!?" he said, definitely crying now.

"It means... we shouldn't see each other anymore. I'm sorry it had to end like this." I said, really wishing it HADN'T ended like that, and that I had broken up with him properly beforehand.

Interracial fantasies aside, I'm not a monster, I didn't want to hurt him, even if I didn't want to be with him anymore. But, getting swept up in anger, need, the feeling of being desired in such a profound and animalistic way by a black man... it's no wonder that so many white girls cheat with them. I could sit here and bore you with the details of the conversation we had, with him trying to pry more information out of me, but there wasn't much more to tell him. Black was simply better, and it's what I wanted now. I only knew that because he made me realize how removed I'd been before, or more specifically, how inadequate he had been as a lover. I needed something more raw, more powerful and alive, and I was never going to get that from him. I want to say life is cruel sometimes, but it's just nature. Survival of the fittest, the strongest, the genetic lottery winners. Superior genes get passed on, and inferior one's get left behind.

-Cleaning Up-

That whole story took place just over a year ago. Dale and I obviously broke up, and we never spoke again. Tyson and I dated for a while, if dating could be the word, because most of what we did was have sex... and I mean A LOT of it. Which makes it unsurprising that I got pregnant. Birth control is only SO effective, but it's even less effective when you neglect to keep taking it. That maternal, or womanly instinct kicked in inside me, and I was honestly hoping it would happen. I didn't want to go to school anymore, I wanted to have babies, dozens of them (not really, but you know what I mean). School had become a lot more hostile after that day anyway, with more than a few white guys calling me "nigger lover", and other girls asking me enthusiastic questions about "going black", something which I encouraged all of them to try. I can't tell you if any of them did, as I wasn't there after all, but I've seen the way the tides are turning these days, so I'd be shocked if more than a few of them didn't. The thought of them spreading their legs and letting men like Tyson fuck and breed them just like me is something I'd fantasized about more than a few times during my pregnancy.

I ended up moving back home. My parents, my mom in particular, were disappointed in me. At least, at first. She loves her little mixed race grandchild just as much as she loves me, and I see how her face lights up when she plays with him. My dad on the other hand seemed angrier once the truth came out. Because OF COURSE I wasn't about to tell him I had been "blacked", that's not a conversation you sit down and share with dear old dad... but he was bound to find out. Both when the baby came out, and because his daughter was regularly leaving the house to meet up with black guys from the area. As I'm sure you might be wondering, or at least inferring from that statement, NO, Tyson and I aren't together anymore. We had sex pretty regularly, but we weren't attached so to speak, and when he said he was seeing someone else, I just sort of accepted it. He was an alpha... spreading his seed was his duty, and mine, like every other woman, was to be bred.

I guess the moral of this story, or at least the lesson, is this: Don't hold back. Women do it all the time, thinking we're going to be judged harshly, or looked down on, and in doing so, we put ourselves in positions we aren't happy with; relationships we resent with men who aren't worthy of us. So, I want to tell all the other white girls, or asian girls, latina girls, whoever, don't be afraid to experience raw and unfiltered sexuality Be a slut for a worthy man, suck his cock; swallow afterward. Let him fuck you up the ass, and let him cum up there too while he's at it. Use your hands, your feet, your tits, anything he wants to pleasure him. Let him cum on you, anywhere he wants to. It's not a tattoo, it'll wash off. Don't resent motherhood. Your body was literally built to make babies, and you should... it feels amazing bringing a life into this world. But there is of course, one caveat...

Make it a black life. Black men are worthy sexual partners. No, partners doesn't even describe it well enough... masters. The sex is mind blowing, the size, the depth, the sheer volume of semen... if women were built to have babies, black men were built to provide them. I encourage women everywhere to at least start by watching black cock porn, hell, most of you are. But don't just fantasize about something better, go out there and get it. If you aren't happy with your husband, or your marriage, and even if you have kids... leave, and go get fucked by a real man. Leave your loser boyfriend who sits around gaming all day, and fuck a black man. Your boyfriend not packing enough heat? Girls... GO fuck a black man. You deserve pleasure! Pure, unadulterated, savage, eye rolling pleasure. Stop settling for less. I wish someone had come along and convinced me to do it right out of high school, it would have saved me a lot of time, heartache, and a shockingly expensive semester at college.

Lastly, I just have to say this to all the white male readers out there... nature isn't cruel, it just is what it is, some were born to be winners, and others... were born to lose. This won't happen to all of you, but it will definitely happen to some, and if it does... be happy for her. There's no shame in knowing your place in the world, even if it's only to show girls what they DON'T want.

And Dale, if you're reading this, I AM sorry for hurting you like I did, but I also want to thank you for putting me on the path to REAL happiness and fulfillment.

-Amber Frazure

