My girlfriend and I had only ever had sexual encounters with each other. I don't know how I got so lucky, well actually - I do. My names, Kevin, (20) and see I'm a skinny kid, 5'11 and 6.5inch penis. if you passed me on the street you wouldn't take a second look, however I do ballet. Which may make you think some sort of stereotypes, but when you are the only guy in a class full of woman I got lucky. I connected with a girl named Chelsea.
Chelsea is gorgeous. (20) 5'7, brunette, amazingly toned body. Her tits were small but still enough for a handful with perky pink nipples. Gosh, in ballet class I would have to try and hide my erection seeing her nipples perked up against her leotard. Her ass was tight and firm. Oh, and don't let me forget how bendy she can be.
We hit it off great and had been dating a year. She had been so focused on ballet her entire life she never dated anyone before me. And me well, again I feel lucky I found her. About a half a year into dating each other we had sex. We started to experiment as all young people do. I bought her a vibrator, we tried whip cream on each other, and then one night when we had run out of new things to try I asked "What else can we try?"
"Uh I don't know what else is there to try?" she asked.
"Butt stuff?" I asked hopeful in return.
"No way thats gross."
"What? No its not? Can I just lick your butt or just put the tip in?" I pleaded.
"I'm not doing that and walking into ballet tomorrow waddling all day," she giggly responded.
Thinking.. thinking. "Have you ever watched porn? That's a thing couples do together right?".
"I have no idea if that's a thing, but I guess, I mean it can give us some ideas right?".
I grabbed the laptop and I brought up a classic porn website. The page was filled with so many options.
"Anything catch your eye?" I asked.
"Uh, so many options. I'm going to close my eyes and pick."
She picked a video called "BBC wife gift". The video started and essentially as the title says the husband gives the gift of a big black cock to his wife.
I starred at Chelsea watching this scene.
"That's quit the gift," I chuckled.
"Indeed.." biting her lip I could tell she was transfixed as if I was no longer in the room with her.
I sat up and pulled her shirt off from behind her. Cusping her tits her nipples were plump and erotic. We quickly undressed.
My hand slid down to her smooth pussy. I couldn't believe how wet she was. She pushed me back. My penis rock hard from taking the entire scenario in of the amazing imterracial scene on screen and knowing Chelsea was just as turned on.
I felt her soft plump limps wrap around the head of my dick. The sensitivity of my penis was maximized by the feeling of her tongue now gently licking my dick head while still in her mouth. I looked down and brushed her hair out of the way to see her eyes were still glued to the screen. I also noticed her right hand was vigoursly working her own clit.
The idea of Chelsea fucking another guy as my gift to her was a mix bag of emotions. I loved this girl and I am the only person who has been inside of her, but yet thinking about her fucking someone else while I watch kind of excites me.
Just then her head started bobbing up and down - but what put me over the edge was the sounds she was making. I could tell she just made herself cum. The moaning she was emoting and sounds of slobber on my dick. I could feel the cum work its way up my shaft and burst into her mouth.
Swallowing my load without any hesitation she plucked her head up and wiped her mouth.
"That was fast you didn't even put it in."
"You were just so good tonight ... you think that's something you would like as a gift one day?" I jokingly asked nodding towards the screen.
"Uh .. probably only leave that to the porn stars," she laughed back.
That night on my drive home from her place I kept thinking about it and my emotions. Would I be mature enough to do something like that? I love her could I actually watch that happen?
The next day I was back with Chelsea in her room. One thing I have not mentioned yet is we go to the local city college when we aren't doing ballet. She considers it a back up if a ballet career doesn't come around.
I was on her computer doing some research for a class while she read a biology chapter on her bed. Looking at the search history for a page I was just on, I noticed she had visited the porn site a few more times and watched more videos like the one we had watched together.
"So you liked that video we watched yesterday huh?" as I pointed to the browsing history.
"maybe a little. I may have watched 1 or 2 more?"
"More like 5 or 6" I chuckled back. "What if we had a threesome and did something like this?" I threw out in the air not really knowing how I felt about it.
Her eyes looking around the room as she thought of my proposak, "I think I like you too much to do something like that. Wouldn't it complicate things?"
"I mean I love you, and you love me right? Love prevails? It would be like something we do with each other growing us closer". Trying to calm her worries I continued, "I just... watching you get off is actually what turned me on the most last night."
"I do love you to baby, if we do that then I promise after we can do another threesome with a girl. I'm sure I could find someone from ballet class maybe, but where would we find another guy?"
We ended up taking provocative pictures of Chelsea, some with her face in it and some without, as we were planning on posting on the internet. We had taken photos of her doing the splits and wearing a tutu. They were almost too good to be true if anyone were to find them on websites looking for a third.
We posted them on a few websites, however all that came back to us were creepy people we wouldn't be interested in.
I pretty much thought we had failed and would move on. When all of a sudden after a class at city college I was walking to my car I noticed the schools football team practicing. I should have just got in my car and left, but I headed over to the field and watched from the bleachers.
I literally watched the practice and after it was done I saw this big guy, Number 22. He was African American and must have been 6'2 about 4 to 5 times my size in muscle. The team went into the locker room after practice. I waited outside for the team to be done. A little while later I saw himinh walk to his car. I followed.
I thought to myself, "What am I doing? Am I stocking this guy?"
"Hey guy," I yelled. (Hey guy what was I saying).
He turned around "What's up?"
"This is going to sound really weird and .. you'll probably never see me again even if you say no."
In a stern voice he responded "Spit it out dude, I don't got all day."
"My girlfriend and I have been looking for a third for a threesome. Well mostly me watching. Would you be interested? Here are some photos of her."
I showed him the photos I had taken of her doing the splits and in the tutu.
"Who put you up to this? Was it fucking Jonny, that's a good one," as he opened his car door.
"No for real that's my girlfriend." I then showed him pictures of Chelsea and I doing normal stuff like hiking, dinner dates. etc.
"You are for real?"
"Yeah we have a thing if we do this then I'll get a threesome after with another girl."
"Its your lucky day I'll fuck that."
We talked a little more and exchanged numbers. His name was Steve, and he was the running back on the team.
I told Chelsea that night and we set it up for the next night at her place. We both still live at home with our parents, but this Friday, the next day, her parents had a vacation planned and leaving starting Friday morning. It worked out perfectly as we both didm't have money to spend on a hotel ourselves.
That Friday came. I sat nervously in the living room with butterflies in my stomach as I could hear the blow dryer, water, and everything else running in the bathroom as she was "getting ready".
The door rang. I got up and there he was Steve wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
"What's up dude? Where's the lady at."
"She's getting ready. Uh come take a seat."
We sat on the couch awkwardly next to each other.
"Do you mind if I record tonight?" I hesitantly inquired.
"Do whatever you want buddy."
After some awkward silence I heard the bathroom door down the hall open. I could not see her yet as a wall blocked the hallway, but I could hear the sounds of heels hitting the wood floor as she walked toward the living room. I could feel the blood flow increase to my penis in anticipation.
Chelsea came around the corner into the living room looking stunning in fishnets, heels and a little corset top with a black thong.
"Fuck dude, you weren't kidding. Half of me still thought this was a team rib."
I could see him rubbing his pants leg as I could see a cock start to form in his jeans.
"Hi I'm Chelsea," she said nervously but yet innocent and cute sounding, as she came over and shook his hand. "Thanks for doing this. I know this must be weird. Uh I guess the ground rules are don't cum in me. I'm on birth control, but still please don't. You can use a condom or cum on me that's usually what Kevin does most of the time."
"Sounds good by me," he said rubbing his hands together and licking his lips in excitement.
As he sat on the couch he pulled Chelsea towards him. Her body now leaning over him with her hands on the back of the couch. He rubbed his hand up her thigh then smacking her ass. I now understood why interracial was such a turn on for most people. His big dark skin hand up against Chelsea's petite pale frame just looked like a work of art.
"Do you like it rough girl?" he asked, smacking her ass again.
Giggling, "yeah."
"Good cause I like it rough."
I took my phone out and hit record.
"Why don't you go sit on that chair over there boy."
I wasn't expecting to be talked down to like that, but I got up and went over to the other chair.
