My First BBC Part 1
People have been asking me for years about my first bbc. When, where, how etc. This is my story for those who wanna know.
I grew up east of Charlotte, where I still live today. My fascination began in middle school on the bus rides home. As it still is today in my home town, the blacks live in their own little community and our bus would pick up the colored k**s in the morning and drop them off in the afternoon. The ride home in the afternoon was much louder than in the morning and the black boys were all over the bus despite continually being told to sit down. Me and my gf would sit together close to the back where all the fun was. We were little cuties and of course the black boys would hang all over our seat and talk with us. At some point, one of the older boys took IT out of his pants and shook it at us. This happened many times with several of them. We would look but not touch. Their dicks were huge and I knew that someday, someway, I would be touching one. However…in my house messing with blacks was strictly forbidden. A sure way of getting grounded. We grew up being told of the dangers of dating one and the stigma of having a black baby. Did I want a life of generational poverty? No. I went through high school and into college believing all that nonsense while fucking a lot of white guys. Still, the image of those black cocks inches away from me on the bus never left me. My secret porn life was you guessed, interracial. On my knees sucking black cock. Mouth filled with thick cum. Being picked up and manhandled and fucked senseless into the sheets. My girl overflowing with hot cum. My private time alone was almost 100% fantasizing about getting blacked. Yet my actual life was being content with white cock and heeding the warnings I grew up with.
I attended college in Raleigh and graduated with honors. My bestie who was with me on the bus, was my roommate during those 4 years. We were a force to be reckoned with. We were in a pact together. No steady bfs. Just fun! And fun we had in heaping doses. We fucked a lot of guys in college. We shared a few as well. My roommate and I also became lovers; a story for another time. One thing she did that I did not was…she fucked several black guys. She wanted me to partake as well, even offering up her latest fuck to me so I could finally join the club. I wished I had. I did not. All of which eventually put the issue in my highest of priorities. After college I settled down a bit while again living at home which was and still is, a large produce farm. One of the farm hands 16 years older than I, who started out working for my parents as a teen, asked me to marry him and we got married. I was inheriting my grandparents home so we (hubby and his 2 c***dren) moved into the home and the married with 2 step k**s chapter of my life began. We cared for my grandmother til she passed about 2 years later. I had gotten a nice job in Charlotte while hubby worked nearby as a machinist.
It wasn’t long into my marriage before I cheated on him. This was simply a continuation of my teen and college years. I just wasn’t growing up like most others. My marriage wasn’t sacred to me like it should have been. I had bfs in neighboring towns and nonchalantly would arrange to meet and fuck. Hubby found out a couple times but mostly was clueless. I still took care of hubby like a wife should but whenever I got the itch, I’d be making a call and meeting up. In just a few years we separated. I went to Baltimore to live with a guy who I met at a graduation at a community college near home. Seven months in Baltimore of hard core sex and light bondage and taboos I cannot mention. My sex life was in overdrive and over the top. I was in heaven except that my husband and my family wanted me home. Back to NC I went but my sexual needs were all I could think of. Yea…I had acquired a sex addiction that needed fed. And still does.
More to come in Part 2
I grew up east of Charlotte, where I still live today. My fascination began in middle school on the bus rides home. As it still is today in my home town, the blacks live in their own little community and our bus would pick up the colored k**s in the morning and drop them off in the afternoon. The ride home in the afternoon was much louder than in the morning and the black boys were all over the bus despite continually being told to sit down. Me and my gf would sit together close to the back where all the fun was. We were little cuties and of course the black boys would hang all over our seat and talk with us. At some point, one of the older boys took IT out of his pants and shook it at us. This happened many times with several of them. We would look but not touch. Their dicks were huge and I knew that someday, someway, I would be touching one. However…in my house messing with blacks was strictly forbidden. A sure way of getting grounded. We grew up being told of the dangers of dating one and the stigma of having a black baby. Did I want a life of generational poverty? No. I went through high school and into college believing all that nonsense while fucking a lot of white guys. Still, the image of those black cocks inches away from me on the bus never left me. My secret porn life was you guessed, interracial. On my knees sucking black cock. Mouth filled with thick cum. Being picked up and manhandled and fucked senseless into the sheets. My girl overflowing with hot cum. My private time alone was almost 100% fantasizing about getting blacked. Yet my actual life was being content with white cock and heeding the warnings I grew up with.
I attended college in Raleigh and graduated with honors. My bestie who was with me on the bus, was my roommate during those 4 years. We were a force to be reckoned with. We were in a pact together. No steady bfs. Just fun! And fun we had in heaping doses. We fucked a lot of guys in college. We shared a few as well. My roommate and I also became lovers; a story for another time. One thing she did that I did not was…she fucked several black guys. She wanted me to partake as well, even offering up her latest fuck to me so I could finally join the club. I wished I had. I did not. All of which eventually put the issue in my highest of priorities. After college I settled down a bit while again living at home which was and still is, a large produce farm. One of the farm hands 16 years older than I, who started out working for my parents as a teen, asked me to marry him and we got married. I was inheriting my grandparents home so we (hubby and his 2 c***dren) moved into the home and the married with 2 step k**s chapter of my life began. We cared for my grandmother til she passed about 2 years later. I had gotten a nice job in Charlotte while hubby worked nearby as a machinist.
It wasn’t long into my marriage before I cheated on him. This was simply a continuation of my teen and college years. I just wasn’t growing up like most others. My marriage wasn’t sacred to me like it should have been. I had bfs in neighboring towns and nonchalantly would arrange to meet and fuck. Hubby found out a couple times but mostly was clueless. I still took care of hubby like a wife should but whenever I got the itch, I’d be making a call and meeting up. In just a few years we separated. I went to Baltimore to live with a guy who I met at a graduation at a community college near home. Seven months in Baltimore of hard core sex and light bondage and taboos I cannot mention. My sex life was in overdrive and over the top. I was in heaven except that my husband and my family wanted me home. Back to NC I went but my sexual needs were all I could think of. Yea…I had acquired a sex addiction that needed fed. And still does.
More to come in Part 2
1 year ago
--- Jamal
