My name is Samantha Mont-Auban and I'll be your guide through the first-ever Black Spring Break! I'm a five-foot-ten, full-figured, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned ( and proud ) Haitian woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a nice, two-bedroom apartment on the West Side with my lifelong best friends Catherine Augustine and Melanie Bertrand. We've known each other for a while. Since our halcyon days at Brockton Community High School, in fact. Just three full-figured young Black college women living in the big city. We're all in the Criminal Justice program at Bay State College in downtown Boston, which we carpool to daily. This is our story of getting by during Spring Break 2009.
Have you ever noticed that whenever you see a Spring Break music video or watch a Spring Break movie, they only show skinny White women in bikinis and White guys in swim trunks having a good time? They never show Black male and Black female students getting their party on. Ever. We're never shown on the beach, getting wild or doing our thing. I find that not only extremely prejudiced but also downright infuriating. The media can't get enough of Black people getting into trouble but they never show Black college men and Black college women having a good time. Just good, clean fun. Seriously. Well, my girlfriends and I decided to rectify that. We're having ourselves a Black Spring Break!
We had ourselves a little party during the first weekend of March 2009. Spring Break vacation was on its way to Bay State College and we decided to keep things interesting. To that end, we invited three really cool Black college men to join us on a trip to the city of Atlanta, Georgia. Why Atlanta? Simply because it's where some of the finest Black colleges and universities are. Schools like Morehouse College, Spellman College and Georgia State University. When these young Black men and young Black women get out of school for Spring Break vacation, many of them stick to Atlanta to get their party on. During Spring Break, Atlanta is a Mecca for the Black college student. The way places like Cancun and Aspen attract the White guys and White chicks by the barrel. My girlfriends and I were all ready to go. We had a van full of gas, clothes, supplies, cash and most important of all, three Ebony stud muffins to keep us entertained.
They're good friends of ours we've known for a long time. They're mighty fine-looking too! Here they all are. First, there's my man Markus Antoine, a big and tall, caramel-skinned young Black man from Bridgewater State College. Henry Padilla, a tall and chubby Biracial guy of Hispanic and African-American descent. He plays Soccer for Emerson College. And finally there was my pal Leander Brown, a big and tall, dark-skinned Football player from Curry College. It was Friday night and we weren't leaving until Saturday morning. Driving from Massachusetts to Georgia will take almost eight hours. Yeah, it's a long trip. We were having a real good time, drinking while dancing and watching music videos on MTV. Just some college buddies having a good time together.
I don't know exactly how, but somehow our little party turned into a full-fledged orgy. I mean, one minute I was dancing with Mark, and the next I was making out with him on the couch. I guess I was horny because he looked real good to me and I hadn't had any in a while. My last relationship ended because my ex-boyfriend Lawrence Madison decided that full-figured Black women weren't his thing anymore. We've been going out since our freshman year at Bay State College and he ditched me on Valentine's Day, choosing to break up with me via text. He's shacked up with a White chick named Pauline, from nearby Berklee College. She dumped him a week ago and he begged me to take him back. I told him if he ever called my house again, I'd shove my foot up his ass. He sent me flowers, as if that would appease me. To be honest, I couldn't care less. Lawrence is a punk anyway. I had myself a real man, and his name was Mark.
Mark was a really good kisser. If a guy isn't a good kisser, I don't think he's going to rock my world if I decide to give him some play. Trust me, I know this. Mark was really aggressive, with his hands all over me. I really liked that. And I liked the bulge in his pants too. I ran my hands all over it, feeling his erection through his pants. Hot damn, he was hard as a piston. Just the way I liked my men. Pretty soon, we were getting down and dirty. What with his fingers on my pussy and his dick in my mouth. It's weird how that happened. Sometimes, I just want some dick. And Mark had an eight-inch, uncircumcised rod of power that simply begged to be sucked. What? Do my words and actions shock you? They really shouldn't. A lot more women are into casual sex than most people realize. I'm just more honest about it, that's all.
Nearby, I noticed that my girlfriends were getting their freak on as well. Leander and Catherine had their hands all over each other. Catherine is around five-foot-nine, voluptuous and busty, with dark brown skin, short Black hair and a thick ass. And Leander had his hands all over that ass. He cupped her butt cheeks in his hands while suckling on her tits. Catherine smiled and led her stud to the couch, where they did their thing. Leander was all set and ready to go but Catherine told him flat-out that if he couldn't lick her pussy, he couldn't stick his cock in it. Hot damn, talk about a sexual ultimatum! Leander simply rolled with it. He spread Catherine's plump thighs and went muff-diving. Catherine chuckled softly as the big and tall Black stud began licking her pussy.
