When I was in high school, I was a cheerleader, which was synonymous
with the word slut.  I was 15 when the below episode happened, and
had already lost my cherry and had numerous lovers.  I lost my
virginity when I was 13 to a man who's kids I used to baby-sit for.
He and his wife had divorced after he caught her gang banging three
black men.  One night he came home and talked me into fucking him.
After that, I found I loved fucking and would let anyone into my
pants.  But, I had never had the opportunity to make it with a black
guy.  I was curious, but I thought it wouldn't be right to have sex
with someone of a different race.  I did have a friend, Keith, who
was black, though he never made any attempt to have sex with me.
That is, 'til one summer day.  

He invited me over to listen to albums and I accepted.  After I got
there, he asked me if I wanted a drink and I said yes.  He came back
with a strong rum and coke, and not having really ever drank
alcohol, I got feeling pretty woozy real quick.   We sat on his bed
and soon he put his arm around me.  I felt funny about it, but let
him keep it there.  The next thing I knew, he was kissing me.  I
felt very horny real quick and I kissed him back.  His hands went to
my tit and his thumb ran across my nipple, causing it to harden and
make me even more horny.  This continued for about fifteen minutes
and I was like putty in his hands.   When I felt his hand at the
crotch of my cutoffs, I jumped and moved it away. "No Keith, we
can't do that!"  "Why not?" he asked.  "Because I'm going steady
with Jimmy, and what we've already done has gone too far, and also
because of our differences.  It's not right to do this with someone
who's not the same race!"  Then he kissed me again, and I made a
very feeble attempt at breaking it.  His hand went right back to
rubbing my pussy through my shorts, and it felt so good, I couldn't
make him stop.   Before long, he undid my shorts and began to pull
them down.  I whimpered "Please, no Keith.  Please stop!"  But he
just kept on going.   I felt my pussy get wet and I went with the
flow.  Soon, he had my clothes completely off of me and I lay there
naked in his arms.  He pushed me back on the bed and I felt my legs
begin to spread to allow him access to my cunt.  I felt his fingers
enter me and go in deep.  As they moved around, I got even hotter.
He kissed me again, his tongue probing sliding into my mouth.   He
took my hand and placed it on his cock.  I was amazed!  He was huge!
He undid his pants and I got my first view of it.  It had to be a
foot long!

He began to move between my legs and I felt his cock bump against my
swollen mushy cunt.  I said sharply "No!  We can't do this!  Please,
Stop!"  "He said "Baby, I got to cum!  If I can't fuck you, will you
suck my cock?"  Well, I've done that numerous times with guys who I
didn't want to fuck, and figured it would be OK to do it.  So I told
him yes and he lay back.  I lowered my head to his massive cock,
then opened my mouth and sucked him in.  My lips were stretched wide
due to his size, but I took in all I could.  He only lasted about
ten minutes before he shot off in my mouth.  Most guys usually spurt
three or four times, and fill my mouth.  I swallow  the cum, then
we're done.  Keith spurted about a dozen times, and each one was
more than I ever had at once!  I tried to swallow it all, but some
of it dripped out onto my chin.  He then lowered his head to my
pussy and began to eat me out.  Soon, I felt his cock harden again.
I was so hot that I just had to cum.  When he moved betwe en my legs
again, I didn't put up a fight about it.  My body needed his cock,
and needed it right away!  I felt his cock split open my cunt and
enter me.  As he slid into me, I came, and came.  I couldn't very
well ask him to stop that he had a "taste" of my cunt, so I let him
continue.  He slid in to the back of my tiny cunt, and stopped while
I got used to his size.  He was so fucking big that it almost hurt,
but the ecstasy that I felt overrode any feeling of pain.  As my
cunt stretched, he went in farther.  The biggest cock I had ever
felt in me prior to Keith was about six inches in length.  He
doubled any other cock I had ever had, and the thickness was
indescribable.   Finally, I felt his balls resting against my ass
and I knew that he had fully entered me.  Then he began to fuck me.
I cried out and came repeatedly as he thrust in and out of me.  I
had never had it this good before.  His size was not only satisfying
me, but driving me further towards the most powerful orgasm I ever
had.

He fucked me for about forty minutes, then he groaned out "Oh fuck
yes!  Oh God, I'm gonna cummmmm!" I quickly told him "Then pull out!
You're not wearing a rubber!"  But, it was too late!  He came inside
of me and didn't stop cumming for quite a while.  I felt his sperm
blast into my cunt, and I came again so hard that little flashes of
light went off in my head.  I screamed out begging him to ram his
big black cock harder into me.  When it was over, he rolled off of
me and I began to cry.  "What's wrong Diane" he asked.  "What's
wrong?  You just came inside of me!  I told you I was going steady
and didn't want to cheat on Jimmy.  God, I feel like a whore! (I had
to have been anyway, after all the guys I've had!)"   He took me in
his arms and held me tightly.  My body betrayed me again, and I felt
real horny.  When he began to finger fuck me, I didn't complain.
After a while, I begged him "Please Keith, do it again!  God I feel
so fucking horny!".   He pushed my head to his cock whi ch had gone
limp and was only just beginning to become semi hard again.  I
eagerly took it in my mouth and began to suck and lick it.  He soon
grew to his fullest and I then experienced something new.  I felt
him put pressure on the back of my head.  When his cock hit the back
of my throat, I gagged.  He told me to take it easy, and begin to
swallow his cock.  I relaxed myself as best I could and found he was
right!  His cock slid into my throat.  At several times, I thought I
would gag, but I held there, and waited for that feeling to pass.

Then I went farther down his thick black shaft.  Finally, there was
nothing that separated my lips from his pubic bone.  I had taken him
entirely down my throat and I shuddered in orgasm as I did.  He
pulled my head off of his cock, and lay me back on the bed.  This
time, I grabbed my ankles and pulled them high and wide over my
head, exposing my cunt fully to him.  I begged him "Please Keith,
fuck me!  I need it again now!"   He climbed between m y legs and
repeated his earlier performance.  This time, when he shouted out
that he was going to cum, I cried "Yes baby!! Fuck my cunt!! Fill me
with your sperm baby!! Oh God!  Yes!"  As he came, I felt his sperm
shooting into me once again, and I came so hard this time, that I
actually passed out.  When I awoke, he was laying next to me and I
felt his cum leaking out of my cunt.

He said "Diane, I know you're going steady with Jimmy, but I want
you to think of this as fun.  Our fun.  I know I can't date you,
your parents would go ballistic, but can we enjoy each other like
this again?"  I thought for a second and told him "As long as you
either wear a rubber or don't cum inside of me, no matter how much I
beg.  At least until I go and get on the pill.  I don't want to get
pregnant, but I guess we'll find out next week.  If I don't get my
period, we have to do something about it.  But, yes,  I do want to
feel you inside of me a lot more."

Well, I didn't get pregnant, and I did go on the pill.  Then I
really turned into a slut.  Keith was my first black man, and I'll
always remember him because of it.  The years have gone by and we
lost contact with each other.  I went to college and had no
hesitation about fucking any guy who asked.  Even the black men.  My
roommate and I would plan gang bangs with many, many men, and just
the two of us taking on them all.  We had a little competition one
night to see how many guys we could fuck, and she won.  By two guys.

She had fucked 36 different guys that night, and I two less.  I
could have kept on going, but we ran out of guys, so she won.  One
of the guys started dating me and things began to go very well
between us. He knew I couldn't stay faithful to just him, and he
handled it so well, I began to fall in love with him and soon
stopped whoring around.  There were about six guys, including him
that I fucked.  All but him were strictly for the sex.  Two of them
were black.  Then I moved in with him and stopped seeing all but
the two blacks I was fucking.  Most of the time, they'd come over
and the three of them would have me anyway they wanted, and as often
as they wanted.  Paul was a saint!  When he asked me to marry him, I
said yes with no hesitation, nor did he say a word about my trysts.
I was ready to stop and be faithful to him only, but he wouldn't
hear of it!  He wanted me to continue to fuck other guys, especially
blacks, even after we were married.  I was amazed that a man could
put that much faith in his soon to be wife, would allow other men to
touch what would soon be only his to have.

Our wedding day was approaching and my ex roommate planned a party
for me.   I wasn't aware until it was over that Paul had a lot of
input on what would happen.  First off, a video was made without my
knowledge before.  All the guys that were there were black, and
there were at least 20 of them.  I wouldn't do anything until Cindy
showed me a letter from Paul.   It read "Di my love, this party is
for you!  The men that are here all have huge cocks and they can't
wait to use you like a whore.  Go for it my love, I want it and I
want you to tell me everything that happens to you tonight!  Enjoy
them all and have as many orgasms as you can!"   Again, I was taken
aback!  We were only a few days from our wedding, and still he had
no problems with me fucking other men!  So, I gave in to my feelings
after reading the letter and I allowed them to take me wholly.  At
one point, I had two of their cocks in my mouth, one in my ass, and
one in my cunt.  They fucked me like was no more than a whore , and
I guess I was.   The next morning, I went home to Paul with their
cum dried all over my body and in my hair.  I was a mess.  When he
saw me, he smiled and told me "I love you Di!"  We fucked the rest
of the day even before I cleaned up.  He ate me and did everything
as he had always done, the dried cum not bothering him at all.

Three days later, we stood at the altar and were married.  After out
reception, we headed off to the hotel we were staying at that night.
When he opened the door and had me go in first, I turned on the
lights and was surprised to see the two black guys I was still
fucking.  I turned to Paul and said "On our wedding night Paul?  Why
would you want this on our wedding night?"  He kissed me and said
"Because baby, I know how much you love to fuck these two black
studs.  I know how it turns you on!! It's all for you my dearest!"
One of them pulled my dress up and my panties down.  The other slid
the top of my dress over my shoulders exposing my now perky nipples.
I was used to their size, yet I felt like it was the first time all
over again.  As they went on, I felt so hot I thought I'd pass out.
They stripped and one of them lay on his back.  I climbed on top of
him, and the other knelt behind me.  Both of them entered me,
causing me to cum right then and there.  I told Paul to come over
and let me blow him.  Soon, I had all three holes filled with cock
and was very satisfied.  The next morning, Paul and I left for
Barbados.  We checked into the resort and began to plan our days.
Our nights were to be filled with lust.  He wanted me to wear the
sluttiest outfit I owned so that other guys would know I was there
for sex.  That night, I had three new lovers, and the total grew as
each night progressed.  Some of those nights, I would end up in the
rooms of other people and wouldn't drag my cum filled body back to
our room 'til mid morning.  That's the way our two week honeymoon
went.  I was fucking everyone I could.  One night, a guy came up to
me and started talking to me.  I mentioned I was married, and here
on our honeymoon.  He seemed to lose interest after that, and I
began to come on to him.  He couldn't believe that I was behaving
the way I was so son after being married, and I assured him that I
had Paul's blessings.

When we finally got home, who did I find living in our house?  It
was Keith, who I had lost track of over the years.  Paul had gone a
long way to setting this up, and I loved him all the more for it.
We all three settled into the roles of married life, but with a
strange twist.  I'd alternate sleeping with them nightly, and
Saturday night was orgy night.  It could be just the two of us, or
it could be a major gangbang.   

That was twelve years ago, and our arrangement still stands.  I
still don't want kids, for if I was to have them, I'd have to be
faithful to only Paul.  I wouldn't want to bring multicolored babies
into this world.  So, we all go along enjoying everything the world
has to offer to us.  I don't think I'd trade this arrangement for
the world!