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It all started when I attended an off campus party of a
friend of mine. She had one of those huge house parties
where people from all over the spectrum were invited.
Coming from a small town in Iowa I'd never really met
anybody from outside my social circle before. When I
was growing up I lived a rather privileged life. My dad
was a very successful real-estate agent and my mom was
a Mrs. Cleaver type so I was pampered and protected
from the seamier side of life.
But when I went away to college my protected privileged
past only served to spur me on to experience things I'd
never known before.
I'm sure my mom would have a stroke if she knew what I
was up to these days. The freedom of attending Arizona
State College and being thousands of miles away from my
folks is a heady experience indeed.
So anyway, I attended this party with my roommate and
was having a great time when these black gang-looking
types showed up. At first I felt really intimidated and
started looking around for my roommate so we could
leave. But when I finally found her she was talking to
one of these gangbanger dudes.
I didn't know what to say, I just stood a little away
from them and watched nervously. But after a bit my
roommate Jane noticed me and called me over. Nervously
I walked up to them and was introduced to the tough
looking black guy.
"Nina, this is Louis. Louis this is Nina, she's my
roommate." Jane looked on as I shook the guy's hand.
That was the beginning of a major change in my life.
Before I met Louis I'd only dated a few times, you
know, those important events like junior and senior
proms, and summer cotillions, those sorts of things.
I'd never actually sex with a guy before, the closest
thing I'd ever come to sex with a boy was messing
around in a field with my next-door neighbor's son the
summer vacation between 7th and 8th grade.
We'd been hanging around with each other all summer. I
think I had a bit of a crush on him, maybe because he
was a senior in high school and I thought he was so
sophisticated. One day we were out messing around in a
field about 5 miles away from home and for some reason
Robby, (That was his name) started tickling me.
It was fun, but there was no reason why he should have
started doing that all of a sudden. But he had and I
was trying to tickle him back to get even. Then we were
rolling around on the grass wrestling, each trying to
get the better of the other.
Then Robby was on top of me, pinning my arms to the
ground and panting from his resent effort to control
me. We looked into each other's eyes and before I knew
what was happening he had sunk down and was kissing me,
still pinning my arms at either side of my head.
I remember the feeling of being kissed while being held
captive. It was a wild electric feeling that shot
through my entire body like lightning. The feeling of
"having to submit" to him was such an amazing turn on,
and one that I'd never even though off before that
All we really did that day was feel each other up and
do a lot of kissing. But I'll never forget that
afternoon because it was the first time I ever felt a
boy's hard penis. After that day I always thought of
Robby as the sexiest guy I'd ever known. I guess he was
at that point in my life.
That is until I met Louis. That first night at the
party he came on to me strong. It was like he was
zooming in on me to the exclusion of everyone else at
the party. I don't even remember what happened to Jane,
she just disappeared and it was just Louis and I for
the rest of the evening.
He took me back to the dorms that night and he kisses
me good night. I can remember that first kiss between
us like it happened only a minute ago. I wasn't sure
that I wanted him to kiss me. I mean I'd been brought
up to think of black people as dangerous city dwellers,
not like "us" and not to be socialized with.
Louis had thick lips and the whites of his eyes had a
yellowish tent to them, but I didn't flinch when kissed
me, or even when he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I
just stood there and let him do what he wanted.
When he finally pulled away from me I was breathing
hard, and felt light headed. I noticed at that moment
how smooth and prefect his skin was, and how handsome
he looked. He looked kind of like what I'd imagined an
Africa warrior might look like, only with clothes on.
It didn't take long for me to find out what Louis
looked like "without" clothes on. In fact I was no
longer a virgin by the end of our next date.
He made me commit to seeing him that very next Friday,
and when he came by to pick me up he had this cool
looking green Chevy that was real low to the ground and
had almost black-tented windows.
We went to a park at about dusk and Louis parked at
turn-out that over looked a pretty valley. The car was
tilted down forward a little so you could see the
panorama unencumbered. When Louis suggested that we get
in the back seat I didn't protest.
When Louis put his arm around me it felt nice. And when
Louis began to massage my breasts I was in heaven. I
still don't know what I was thinking. I do know that I
hadn't thought anything through. I didn't really think
that we'd have sex there in his car.
But that's exactly what we did. The memory of Louis'
erection, the first erection I'd ever seen in its nake
glory will stay with me for the rest of my life. At
first it was a surprise, it was so much bigger than I
thought it would be. I knew what it was used for, and
wondered how it could possibly fit into a woman.
But within the hour I found out how it would fit, and
by the end of our date I was looking forward to trying
it out again.
Before Louis I'd never really thought about a man's
sexual organ before. I'd seen drawings of one in sex
education, you know those cut-aways. They weren't real
to me, but Louis' blue-black manhood was something
beautiful to see. It shimmered and pulsed in my hand.
The contrast between the fair skin of my fingers and
his almost midnight-black shaft was a huge turn on for
Soon he was coming by the dorm on a regular basis and
we'd have rip-roaring sex for an hour or so and then go
someplace for a movie or food. I was becoming addicted
to Louis and his ways when one evening he suggested
that we try oral sex.
I'd thought about kissing his dick before, but sucking
on it was something that seemed entirely too perverted
for an Iowa lass to do. I should have known better.
Louis went first and he "eat" me out like I'd never
even imagined before. I had at least 10 orgasms while
he was tonguing my clit. I know that my next-door
neighbors in the dorm must have heard me screaming in
passion. I'd never had multiple orgasms before and it
was mind rending. I was so exhausted by the time he was
done with me that Louis suggested we go get some dinner
and come back to my room for desert.
All through dinner I imagined sucking his dick. I
wondered what he'd taste like, and what I'd do if he
came in my mouth. It was exciting to have people see us
together. Walking around with a black guy in Arizona
isn't as big a deal as if we were doing it in my
hometown, but you still get a lot of looks.
What would these people think if they knew what we had
planned for desert. It made me horny to think about
what I was about to do. When we turned down the
waitress' offer for desert, I think she might have know
what was going on in my mind because she gave me a
double take when I said, "No thank you, we're going to
have desert later," and smiled meaningful.
When we got back to my drom room I did experience
sucking Louis' dick. And it was everything I though it
would be and more. His penis was too long to fit all
the way into my mouth, but he showed me how to do it
with a combonation of hand action and mouth
stimulation. I've always been a quick learner, hence my
4.0 grade point average.
The feel of his stiff jet-black cock sinking in to my
mouth, and the feel of his shaft skin pulling at my
lips as I withdrew was indescribable. I loved the feel
of his dark purple spongy head as I sucked on it like a
Louis liked what I did too because he didn't last very
long that first time. He told me later that watching my
pink lips engulfing his bark meat made him crazy to
And that's just what he did. I remember the feeling of
that first jet of hot come. I could feel it on my
tongue, I knew from the moan of pleasure and his
spasming body that he was coming and then the hot jet
of come on my tongue confirmed it.
His come was very salty, and tasted something like raw
clams that I'd had once at an expensive restaurant. I
closed my eyes and swallowed, and then kept swallowing
as Louis continued to groan and spurt. But finally he
was done and he had to pull himself away from my mouth
because there was no way I was going to stop on my own.
It was all just too good, I loved the way sucking
Louis' cock made me feel.
He told me a little later, after he could talk again
that he'd become too sensitive down there and had to
stop me or he might have blacked out.
I just smiled like a cheshire cat and snuggled up to
his handsome black body and waited for him to recover
so we could get one more rip-roaring fuck in before