My College Fantasy - Chapter 1
When I was growing up, I was a super nerdy wallflower. But once I went to college, I totally blossomed...well, maybe not in a good way...because I became a dorm slut. By the time I graduated, I was a Queen of Spades. (If this is news to you, please read my posts from the beginning.) Despite being with a ton of guys...mostly black guys...Iāve never once brought anyone home for my parents to meet. Yet, to this day, I still fantasize about what wouldāve happened if I had met the black bull athletes first, rather than the white and Asian losers in my dorm.
The following story is mostly fantasy (maybe) and actually has some similarities to what I wrote in my Tiffani series, which is, of course, part my life, part my friendās experiences, and part fantasy. If you liked that series, youāll probably be rock hard reading this one too. Also, if youāve lived something similar to this story, please let me know and share your experiences. Enjoy...
The student housing facility where many of the black athletes resided, namely the football and basketball teams, was along the way to some of my freshman year lecture halls. If I stuck to the walking paths, they would take me clear around this facility, but it would also take about twice as long to get to class. Normally, I liked to stick to the same safe paths, but had I been a little more adventurous or simply woke up late that first week, Iām sure I wouldāve found an excuse to find a short cut through the student housing facility...
As I wandered through the parking lot and looked for an opening through some of the buildings, I caught the attention of several black guys. They could tell I was lost and a bit nervous. I mean, what petite innocent Asian girl with glasses wouldnāt be if she saw a bunch of muscular black men walking in her direction and eyeing her from head to toe. I swear, they mustāve smelled the scent my sweet, budding, little cherry from a mile away. When they asked where I was headed to, I told them that I was looking for a shortcut to my class. Sensing my naivety, they were more than willing to help. But I had no idea that their idea of āhelpā was to accompany me back to their apartment. I kinda felt something was up, but I wasnāt about to question a bunch of big black guys who were eager to āhelpā me. I was so sheltered...
Once inside, they introduced me to my first shot of hard liquor and a joint or two or maybe...three. Actually I probably didnāt even have to take a puff, the room was so full of it, I was getting high just by breathing. My body had never been exposed to alcohol or T.H.C. before, so it quickly flooded my brain. In just a few minutes, I went from rushing to to my class, to...Iāll make up the class tomorrow, to...Class? What class? By then, my inhibitions were basically nonexistent. I was feeling really good, like Iāve never felt before, and ready to try just about anything.
One of the guys began searching through some porn videos on their wide screen television. There mustāve been thousands of video files on the drive. I could tell he was searching for something because he was going through them really fast, scanning through the titles, and playing some very briefly, until...he found what he was looking for. It was a Blacked video with a petite Chinese girl named Lulu, who looked to be about my size. This was the first time I had ever watched a porn video, and I couldnāt believe how huge the black guyās cock was compared to her tiny hands and arms. But when she started having interracial sex with him, it blew my mind. I had no idea a big black cock like that could fit inside of her petite body. This was very educational for a virgin like me. I was totally fixated watching her being fucked and having orgasms on his black cock. The guys began noticing it too. One of them said, āI think she likes watching porn.ā Another whispered in my ear and said, āThat could be you.ā Iām not gonna lie, I kinda wished it was me, but I shrugged him off. There was no way in hell that Iād become a porn star. But little did my naive self know...thatās not what he was talking about.
The following story is mostly fantasy (maybe) and actually has some similarities to what I wrote in my Tiffani series, which is, of course, part my life, part my friendās experiences, and part fantasy. If you liked that series, youāll probably be rock hard reading this one too. Also, if youāve lived something similar to this story, please let me know and share your experiences. Enjoy...
The student housing facility where many of the black athletes resided, namely the football and basketball teams, was along the way to some of my freshman year lecture halls. If I stuck to the walking paths, they would take me clear around this facility, but it would also take about twice as long to get to class. Normally, I liked to stick to the same safe paths, but had I been a little more adventurous or simply woke up late that first week, Iām sure I wouldāve found an excuse to find a short cut through the student housing facility...
As I wandered through the parking lot and looked for an opening through some of the buildings, I caught the attention of several black guys. They could tell I was lost and a bit nervous. I mean, what petite innocent Asian girl with glasses wouldnāt be if she saw a bunch of muscular black men walking in her direction and eyeing her from head to toe. I swear, they mustāve smelled the scent my sweet, budding, little cherry from a mile away. When they asked where I was headed to, I told them that I was looking for a shortcut to my class. Sensing my naivety, they were more than willing to help. But I had no idea that their idea of āhelpā was to accompany me back to their apartment. I kinda felt something was up, but I wasnāt about to question a bunch of big black guys who were eager to āhelpā me. I was so sheltered...
Once inside, they introduced me to my first shot of hard liquor and a joint or two or maybe...three. Actually I probably didnāt even have to take a puff, the room was so full of it, I was getting high just by breathing. My body had never been exposed to alcohol or T.H.C. before, so it quickly flooded my brain. In just a few minutes, I went from rushing to to my class, to...Iāll make up the class tomorrow, to...Class? What class? By then, my inhibitions were basically nonexistent. I was feeling really good, like Iāve never felt before, and ready to try just about anything.
One of the guys began searching through some porn videos on their wide screen television. There mustāve been thousands of video files on the drive. I could tell he was searching for something because he was going through them really fast, scanning through the titles, and playing some very briefly, until...he found what he was looking for. It was a Blacked video with a petite Chinese girl named Lulu, who looked to be about my size. This was the first time I had ever watched a porn video, and I couldnāt believe how huge the black guyās cock was compared to her tiny hands and arms. But when she started having interracial sex with him, it blew my mind. I had no idea a big black cock like that could fit inside of her petite body. This was very educational for a virgin like me. I was totally fixated watching her being fucked and having orgasms on his black cock. The guys began noticing it too. One of them said, āI think she likes watching porn.ā Another whispered in my ear and said, āThat could be you.ā Iām not gonna lie, I kinda wished it was me, but I shrugged him off. There was no way in hell that Iād become a porn star. But little did my naive self know...thatās not what he was talking about.
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