My name is Janie, and I am black cock lover and have been for some time. I realized who I was after my marriage ended and I began to get out and meet people again. It certainly helped having friends who already had been and were still with Black men. I may have noticed a few good looking guys now and again, but never thought to pursue that attraction until a few years ago. My friends that dated Black guys certainly made it easier to meet up with men simply by association with their partners, and one day I decided to go out with one of them after being pushed and pushed by my girlfriends to try it. I have to admit that since that date, I have been really happy, and have not turned back even one time. I think for me, I don't want any man who is not Black again. I was proudly, fully converted to that magical Black charm. I swear, even when I have sexual dreams, it's with Black guys.
I'm a single mom with two kids, a boy and a girl, five years apart. My little boy is quite obviously Black and looks just like his father. I was very promiscuous then, and the only reason I knew who the father is was while I was with Keon for a several months, I missed a period, and you can figure out the rest. He left me, so now everyday, I have my adorable little reminder of him each time I see my boy James. My daughter, however, looks just like me. She's very light skinned and has beautiful blonde hair and she is from my ex-husband John. Andrea is nineteen now and sexually active, naturally. As anyone might guess, her first and all subsequent boyfriends were Black thanks to her whore mom example. Her current guy Ledell, is black as the night. She had learned well from me by my choice in men what that magical black penis could do.
I married my ex-husband John not long after high school, so I never really had many experiences with other boys and never knew early how powerful an effect that Black men could have. I mean, girls just didn't really do that back then. Before separating, we had a nice marriage, but then it got a little stale the last couple of years despite having our daughter. John was a good father, but not a very good husband. Things got pretty bad towards the end and it just fell apart and we separated and subsequently divorced. At first I just raised Andrea the best I could on one salary, because John was working very far away he didn't really have much to do with raising her. Not long after, we got accustomed to our little lifestyle and managed. It wasn't his fault, but it was just the way it was, so I got by. During that transition, I worked and I made some friends and then every now and then I would go out and I slowly started dating again, balancing work and being a mom.
I always knew that my daughter Andrea would become sexually active like most teens in high school, so as soon as she turned sixteen, I asked her doctor to start her on birth control pills just to be safe. She had a few boyfriends, but nothing serious. When she was eighteen and began attending junior college, I would come home from work and a few times, she and her newest beau Ledell were in the bedroom already, as evidenced by Andrea's loud cries of ecstasy. One time they left the door open a little not expecting me to be home, and being a mother, I had to investigate. I briefly peeked in her room and saw them fucking. I quickly looked away for a moment, taken aback from the sight, but looked again immediately noticing that while fucking she was demanding for him to come inside of her, her hand between his legs grasping onto his balls and everything just to make that happen. It made me realize what she was doing was exactly like her mother did. What could I do?
There was nothing I could do except back off, let them finish so I wouldn't embarrass them, and leave for awhile. Later on, I talked to her about it. There was no point in keeping it all a secret; I knew what she was doing. I told her she needed to use a condom and birth control pills because Black men are really potent so you could never guarantee anything. I frankly mentioned my complete dissatisfaction with letting him empty those balls of his inside of her all the time, because she was going to get pregnant and I rhetorically asked how did she think her little brother came into this world. I didn't say it that way, but that's exactly the point I made. I told her that I used to notice Ledell's magnum condom wrappers in the trash, but didn't say anything and then one day, stopped seeing them altogether so I knew what she was doing and needed to talk to her about that.
I sat down with Andrea and we talked for a long time. I told her I knew how exciting it was and how she wanted to keep having sex like that. It was her choice of course, but pregnant at nineteen and just about to start her life was not a good plan at all. I pleaded with her to stop doing that. I suggested that if she really wanted to do that, do it maybe once in a while before her period because any other time was pretty risky business for a girl her age and especially with a Black boy. Ledell was a great kid and watching him with my little girl seemed natural. He was dark skinned, while Andrea was very light. I only hope they stay together since they make an adorable couple.
My son James was a normal kid, I guess. He did well in school and by the time he turned sixteen, he had a ton of girls coming to the house, calling him, and anytime I had to be at the school, girls would be hanging around him. By that time, he and I already had the talk. I mean I told him everything he needed to know about girls and how manipulative they could be and wanted everything their way. When he was eighteen, I demanded that if the situation occurred, that he always carry and eventually use protection, regardless of what some little tramp said or allowed. I read that a huge number of girls his age not only had sex, but they did a lot of anal sex. Part of me was happy about that. At the very least, if James entertained that, the risk of him knocking up some little skank was lower.
I continued to dated a guy every now and then, of course only Black. After my first Black hook up, I was never attracted to other men again. I, to this day, have not completely figured out what exactly it is yet, but that's the fact; I love Black men. I saw about a dozen guys after my divorce, the first and interestingly, the last being Keon. I loved him very much and I still love him, but he up and left me when he learned that I was going to have his baby.
Keon was the first Black man I fucked, whom my friend Danielle introduced me to. One evening at her house, she and her boyfriend "T" had him over and Keon and I were introduced and started talking for a long time. We set up a date to go out one night and we did and had a wonderful time, ending up with us in bed together. Danielle knew that I would like him and was so excited to learn that I fucked my first Black guy and on the first date.
"So Janie, how sore are you this morning?" is all she asked giggling on the phone.
"Oh my God Danielle. You told me a hundred times how good it felt, but forgot to mention that part!" I yelled back into the phone.
"Keon's dick has to be 9 inches long. It's bigger than both of my hands stacked together around it and then some, and it's like a Red Bull can around!" I blurted out.
Danielle was chuckling in between sentences. "How many times did you come Janie? She asked already knowing the answer was a bunch.
"I lost count! Really. I don't know, but they kept coming and coming. I've never had that many orgasms before," I answered.
