I was a freshman in college when I happily discovered sex and black boys. One summer, a foolish but tasty indiscretion was captured on video, and it changed my life.
You see . . . that hot interracial video went viral, and that's when the shit hit the fan.
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My first year or two in college, I was always the center of male attention for as long as I can remember. It started with light petting and quickly progressed to just letting them feel my breast, and then between my legs. As my experience grew, I would rub their dicks and sometimes let my favorites dry hump me until they came. When I became a bit more adventurous, I developed a liking for "jocks". Occasionally if they had done something really nice for me, I would let them slip their hot boyish dicks between my bare thighs and stroke to orgasm. It was interesting to see how much delight they took in seeing their thick, white handiwork spewed all over my legs. Apparently, that was enough to keep most of them silly satisfied.
I must admit I was conceited about my looks, self-confident and maybe even a little arrogant as far as who I am, my family, and our position in town; why shouldn't I have been? After all, my father Martin Costanzia, was the wealthiest man in our town and one of the top business men in the state?
By the time, I was a junior I had learned to suck cock and spent most of my senior year on my knees sucking my boyfriend Frankie's beautiful black cock. I must have been good at it because that's all he talked about and when I would deep throat him, he'd just about lose his mind.
I thought Frankie was a perfect match for me, but my Daddy disagreed and tried everything he could think of to keep him away from me. Frankie was tall, handsome, the captain of the football team, a key player on the school's baseball team, smart and from a respected and well to do family. Everything a parent could want for their daughter, except . . . he was black.
I can't tell you how often I had to sit through dinner with Daddy going on and on about, "that black this and that black that. Just because his family has a little money doesn't mean a damn thing to me!"
Then he would look directly at me and say threateningly, across the dinner table, "That black bastard had better not be fucking you."
Yes. That's exactly what and how the educated, socially enlightened Mr. Costanzia talked in the privacy of his home. All I could do was to sit there and listen to him rant, reassuring him that his pure, untouched little girl would never, ever allow a black man to touch her.
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I usually got whatever I wanted, and I had wanted Frankie. I'd lusted after him since I was a college freshman and he was a senior. It took some effort, but I finally got him to pay attention to me one weekend at a swim party.
I don't mean to sound conceited, but I'm not a bad looking girl, in fact, I've been told I'm quite beautiful. Petite, athletic body, well-shaped legs, full, high breasts, small waist and a tight firm ass. Just the kind of White girl Frankie found desirable. When I found out Frankie was going to be at the party, I wanted to look my sexy best. I took most of the day getting ready, and before leaving for the party, I stole a final look in the mirror and saw a beautiful girl looking back at me. The reflected girl was wearing a little nothing of a yellow and white bikini, her thick, wavy blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and tied with a yellow ribbon, and she sported the biggest pair of sexy sunglasses you could imagine.
As I walked out to the pool, Frankie's eyes were on me. When I slipped into the pool and stood up, the cold water made my nipples hard, erect and unmistakable under the thin fabric of my bikini top.
I saw Frankie get into the pool and move closer so that he could watch me as I leisurely swam a couple of laps. When I finished my laps, I swam to the far corner of the pool and stood to catch my breath, wiping the water out of my eyes.
"Hey," a voice said from behind me. I turned and was not surprised, but very pleased to see Frankie standing there.
"I've seen you around, and wanted to introduce myself," he said. "My name is Frank Reynolds, but my friends call me Frankie."
"I know who you are," I said. "I wondered how long it would take you to speak. My name is Megan Costanzia."
"I know who you are too," he said laughing, his broad, toothy smile bright in the afternoon sun.
Frankie pulled himself up out of the water and sat on the edge. I waded closer to him noting how his cock was tenting his swim trunks. I looked up at him, giving him a pitying look that said, 'poor baby, let me take care of that for you,' and moved between his legs.
Thinking we were alone in a secluded corner of the pool, I gave him a knowing look before I submerged myself. Running my tongue along his inner thighs, I could feel him quiver when I began gently nibbling along the length of his captive cock. Just as my head broke the surface of the water, his hand reached for his cock, and I pushed it away.
"No, don't," I said.
I slipped my hand under the waistband of his swim trunks and freed his swollen throbbing cock. Letting my tongue teasingly flick across the tip of his cockhead I licked away the large bead of pre-cum that had begun to form as soon as I took his dick in my hand. Frankie groaned with pleasure when I sucked his cock into my warm, tight mouth and began a slow up and down motion. I'm sure I surprised him when I took his cock down my throat so deep his eyes watered from the exquisite pressure on his sensitive cockhead.
Frankie took hold of my head, wrapping my long blonde hair in his strong black hands and started fucking his cock into my mouth. I could tell he wanted to fill up my mouth and have me swallow every sweet drop, and I did just as he wanted. Frankie gave a loud almost animal grunt, and I could feel the hard jerk of his cock as he kept spurting cum down my throat.
