Hi, it's me Nancy again. Your responses are really great, don't stop writing me. The more I know you like my life experiences the more of them I will write about. Here's another.
I had been in college 3 months before our school's team went out of town for a basketball tournament. Being one of the cheerleaders, I got to go...and was looking forward to the idea of finally being with a black man. During the 1st set of games on Friday, our starting Point Guard Percy (who was black and of average build) was ejected from the game in the first half (for an on the court fight) and sent to the locker room by our teams coach. Karen suggested I go after him to 'give him moral support'. She reminded me I told her I would do it, so I did. Still in my cheerleading uniform: a yellow and black one-piece bodysuit with a short skirt attached, yellow socks, and black and yellow shoes -- I followed a short distance behind Percy to the locker room.
Percy sat on a bench in the locker room and began cussing to no one in particular about how ejecting him was unfair. He took off his jersey, before I got the guts to show myself and speak up. I came out from behind some lockers and told him I thought it was unfair that they ejected him and if I could do anything to help him 'feel better'. He patted the bench next to him and told me to sit down with him. As I walked over to him, I noticed that the sweat on his dark skin made him shiny and glossy. I could feel my nipples hardening as I looked at his muscular thighs, as I sat down. He looked at me and said that 'girls didn't belong in the boys locker room'. His statement caught me off guard, so I started to stand, when he took my hands, placed them on his crotch and told me that, 'white sluts willing to suck nigger dicks' were always welcome. With that, right there in the boys locker room, with a basketball game going on in the gym, I leaned over, yanked his shorts down, pulled his sweaty black cock out and went to work.
I started off just stroking him. Running my soft white hands up and down his hardening black manhood. His throbbing cock felt warm and marvelous in my hands. Percy told me, "I just love slutty white hoes."
This excited me and I quickened my pace as I gripped his black cock harder. Percy tenderly took my face in his hands, lifted it up so I was looking at him and said, "Your whitey boyfriend wouldn't want his little white garden to have a BIG black shovel buried in it. You better figure out just how far you gonna go."
I stopped jacking him off. I didn't think anyone knew I had a boyfriend back home, I was both scared and excited, but the aroma and the feel of his black cock was more than this horny white slut could take. Without saying anything to Percy, I licked the palm of my hand and went back to work. This time I pumped my hand even faster. Percy laid his head back moaning. He groaned about this 'being the best hand job ever'. I loved watching his black cockhead swell up. I used my free hand to feel his dark balls, they were heavy. I was now pumping his chocolate cock furiously with my vanilla hands.
"I want you to do more bitch!" Percy ordered me.