Samanthas Story Her First Bbc

It all happened about 25 years ago but I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up on a Saturday morning with the worst hangover and my body was sore all over. Still half asleep, a panicked feeling rushed through me as images of the night before began to flash in my mind. My heart began to race faster when I realized that I was not in my bed and under the covers I had nothing on except my large engagement ring. I then slowly turned over to realize that my fears were true. I was not alone and the person sleeping next to me was not my fiancée. It was my black neighbor Bryce and not fully covered, I could see him in all his glory. He was very muscular, and his massive cock hung down his hip. My petite white frame had never been with a black man before. It was no wonder why I was so sore. I covered my face in disbelief with thoughts running through my head on how I cheated on my boyfriend/fiancée for the first time and tried to figure out 'how the hell did I get myself in that position?'

My name is Samantha and I was 24 at the time. My fiancée Dan and I were only a few months away from our wedding. We lived in a nice condo and had good jobs we had gotten out of college. Friends often said we looked like Barbie and Ken. We were living a great normal life. We had been together for 5 years. Prior to Dan, I had only had sex with 2 other boys. I did not really blossom until college so sexually; I was very shy and unconfident.

We first met our neighbor Bryce about 3 weeks prior to my night with him. He moved into a unit next door to us and once he got settled in, we introduced ourselves. Bryce had a muscular 6'5" stature that looked very intimating, especially next to me as I was only 5'2" and 115 pounds. However, it was quickly evident that Bryce was very kind, funny, and personable. He talked about how he played college football which made him and Dan bond over sports. He was a couple years older than us and working in the IT field. We had him over for drinks and while he and Dan talked mostly about sports, I could not help noticing the way he kept looking at me. It was almost as if he wanted me to notice him looking me over. He would be looking at by breasts and then lock eyes with me. He had a grin that made it out as if we were in on something. It made me blush, but I honestly did not think anything of it. Looking back, I can't believe how naive I was.

As weeks went by, we had very little interaction with Bryce, just friendly smiles and hellos in passing. We soon found out that he had a very active social life. When he was home, he often had friends over or a female visitor. With our thin walls, it was easy to tell who he had for a visitor. When a female was over, it was the loudest sex we had ever heard. Dan and I would laugh about it. Dan was able to phase it out, but I could not escape the sounds coming from next door. After Dan would fall asleep, I fingered myself to sleep while listening to a banging headboard and loud moans.

On the Friday leading up to my night with Bryce, it was a bit of a sad day. In the morning, Dan had to leave to report for duty. He was in the Army Reserves so he had to go away one weekend a month, two weeks in the summer. It came time for his two weeks of annual training so I was extra sad. After we said our goodbyes, I went on to have a normal workday in the office. To cheer me up, some work friends talked me into joining them for happy hour after we got off work. It was a fun time and just what I had needed. However, I ended up staying out later than I typically would and had too much to drink. I really should not have driven home.

When I got home, I changed out of my work clothes and into just shorts and a t-shirt and put my blonde hair up in a ponytail. Instead of just passing out on the couch to a movie, I got a surge of energy and decided to go collect our mail. I then ran into Bryce who was getting home from a night out and we chatted on our walk back. He asked about Dan so I told him about Dan being away. When we got to our doors, he apologized for not having us over and asked if I wanted to come over and have a drink. At the time, it seemed harmless, and I was curious to see how different his home was to ours. When I got inside, I was surprised to see how nice it was. He made us each a strong cocktail and showed me around. He was funny and polite. He asked if I had any decorating tips, but I had very little to critique since it was much nicer than ours. After refilling our drinks, we sat on his couch and talked, he made me feel very comfortable. He then asked me if I liked to get high. I hadn't smoked weed since college and I guess to avoid not looking cool, I stupidly agreed. This was one of my many poor decisions that night.

As I bent over his coffee table to take a second hit from his bong, it occurred to me that with no bra on, my nipples were poking my shirt out. With my head in a cloud, I felt Bryce's large hand on my thigh. I remember having a feeling of guilt for perhaps unintentionally leading him on. Before I knew it, we began kissing. I felt outside myself. Bryce's hand moved up to under my shorts and his large fingers entered my pussy as we made out. Like a magician, he had gotten my shirt off. I then looked down on him sucking my perky c-cup breasts as he continued to finger me. He then shifted me to my back on his couch, removed my shorts without me realizing it, and proceeded to go down on me. He licked my clit at a whole different level than what I was used to while also using his fingers. I squealed "oh my god, I'm cumming!" Juices squirted out of my pussy. It all happened so fast. I was shaking from the orgasm I had.

Bryce propped up my shaking body to a sitting position on his leather couch and stood up. He removed his shirt to show off his muscles and then dropped his pants to reveal the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was so big, it did not look like it could be real. He then grabbed my ponytail and guided my mouth to his massive erection. I could barely fit my lips around the head. Choking the back of my throat, I gasped for breath. I wrapped my hands around his huge rod, but it was so big my hands could not fit around it. I have an image of watching my sparkling diamond ring glide across his huge shaft. When our eyes met, he had the same grin from when we first met.

It was a surreal feeling that I was sitting on my neighbor's couch and sucking his huge black cock. In a sinister way he said "I know what you really want." When he pulled his cock out of my mouth I suddenly had a moment of panic. I pleaded "no, I can't do this, I'm engaged and you're too big!" Without hesitation, he laid me on my back and said "shhh, you're going to love it. I know it's been what you've been waiting for since you first saw me." The next thing I knew, the head of his huge cock slowly began to enter my wet pussy. "No! please no!" I said but he ignored my pleas. He continued to guide himself deeper and deeper. I could feel myself getting stretched by his thick 12-inch rock hard cock. As he began to speed up his thrusts, it made me think of the girls I heard him fucking on the other side of our wall and how I pleasured myself to it. I was now getting the real thing and it was unbelievable. In a drunk ecstasy, I remember telling myself that I was on birth control, I wasn't married yet, and I guess you only live once. With my legs trembling fiercely, we kissed passionately, and he pounded into my welcoming wet pussy. I came multiple times before he finally unleashed his load into me.

After we had sex on his couch, we continued to lay together. I was in a daze and I feel asleep. I have no idea how long I slept for. I woke to him carrying me to his bedroom. When he laid me down on his bed, I just wanted to sleep. Just when I thought the night was over, I could feel his massive body smother me. I could feel his huge cock on the small of my back and it was hard again. He whispered in my ear "I bet you never been fucked like that before, especially with a big black cock." I am pretty sure I acknowledged the fact of it being my first time with a black man and that his cock had to be twice the size of anyone I had ever been with. As he turned me onto my stomach, he propped my ass up and told me "you know the night ain't over yet, right? You're slutty ass belongs to me now" I pleaded again "no, I can't take any more!" My pleas continued to just make him more dominate. While grabbing the back of my neck, his other hand gently massaged my sore pussy and I could feel his huge cock resting on my back (it felt slimy, I didn't realize he had lubed it up). The way he massaged my cunt felt nice and could feel myself beginning to cum again. The moment I said I was cumming he penetrated my ass. It was like a bolt of lightning rushing through me. I had never done anal before but I was at his mercy. It's surprising my moans and screams didn't wake up the whole condo complex. I became numb to it all when he eventually came inside me again. I lost track of how many times I came that evening, but it was a lot. I was so sore I couldn't move and was relieved to finally be allowed to sleep.

The next morning, I laid in Bryce's bed contemplating what to do next. At least my walk of shame was only a couple steps away next door. With my whole body throbbing from the night before, I twirled around the diamond engagement ring on my figure and stared at the ginormous black cock lying next to me and pondered my life.

To be continued...