As a 42 year old white woman, I must admit that my curiosity and interest in interracial sexuality started way back when I was in high school. However, growing up in rural Texas, it wasn’t easy to necessarily just go out on a date with a black guy.
The prejudices people have about a white girl dating a black guy were and still are quite strong in certain parts of the South. Having lost my virginity to a white boy at the age of 15, I had discovered a few things:
(1) that I enjoyed sex and (2) that my former boyfriend wasn’t all that good at sex based on what my friends told me about some of their experiences and some of the moans and screams I frequently heard emanating from my parents’ bedroom.
I just knew that there had to be more to it than what I had experienced as a result of my initial forays into the world of teenage sex. I was curious too. I’d heard the stories about the black guys being better endowed than the white boys in school, but I had no proof of it.
To complicate matters further, growing up as a true Southern Baptist GRITS (Girl Raised In The South) it wasn’t necessarily easy to find out about interracial sexuality back then either.
Fortunately, though I seriously didn’t think the day would ever arrive, I was allowed to escape my restrictive surroundings with a college scholarship. I was to learn that I could get a lot of my college expenses paid for if I decided to go into teaching, so that made my career path an easy decision.
Maybe that was not the best method to use when deciding on a career, but it seemed like the simplest and easiest way for me to escape my conservative rural Texas roots and spring into the 90s.
While at college, I met a delightful mix of people from varying backgrounds and with varying means and abilities. The classroom proved to be, on the one hand, a great equalizer for many; whereas for others, it was on the athletic field.
For others, their forte would be found in their ability interact with people from varying walks of life. While sitting in a rather boring English literature class one warm fall afternoon, I felt a pair of eyes riveted on me.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see this black guy constantly looking over at me from just behind and to my left. At first it was a bit unnerving and I felt ill at ease.
Then, as the class ended, I got up to leave when this young black man came over to me and in an almost shy manner asked, “Chrissy? Is that really you?”
Astounded, I whirled around and there, standing face to face in front of me was a black guy nattily dressed in a pair of khakis and a plaid shirt. Immediately, I recognized Devon, though I was taken aback that he would even remember me.
Devon was a guy that I had known back in high school; a person that I had given a ride home to a number of times and whose study hall table I had sat at my sophomore year. Devon, was two years ahead of me in school and had always been very nice to me. He had also been an outstanding athlete. Devon was well-liked in high school and had been elected President of his class.
Everyone knew that Devon was the heart-throb of all the black girls in school; they all wanted to go out with him. I knew that Devon had gone off to college to play football, but I had not kept track of where he had gone.
In fact, I had completely lost track of him after he had graduated from high school and I was dumb-founded that he would even remembered me, much less would single me out and say hello.
After recovering from my initial shock, Devon invited me to go with him over to the student union and get a coke. So we did. Devon was a handsome young man at six-feet-two-inches, 210 pounds with a muscular frame, broad shoulders, thin waist and as one could easily see, powerful thighs.
Devon now had a neatly trimmed mustache that he hadn’t had in high school. As we walked across campus, talking and then while we sat and chatted at the student union, I couldn’t help but be impressed with his manners, his poise, his bearing, his openness and I became readily aware of the fact that he was both well-known on campus as well as well-liked.
I could not help but be impressed with Devon. We talked for hours that day. We talked about home, about former classmates and what they were up to, about teachers, about the university, about our lives, about everything it seemed.
Talking to Devon was as comfortable and as fulfilling as putting on a pair of old, soft, well-worn house slippers. Devon and I carried on our platonic friendship for several weeks after that. He even got me interested in going to his football games and sitting in the chilly Texas winds while watching him dazzle the opposing team with his quick darts and dashes, bringing the crowd to its feet time and again.
We had a rare Saturday night game in late early November as I recall and after the game, I met Devon. We were going to go over to a friend of Devon’s apartment and meet some of his friends there and relax and party a bit after the game.
As we got into the back seat of his friends car, Devon put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Smiling, I shifted and moved into his powerful arm, smiling at him as I did so.
Nestled in the protection of his strong arm, Devon’s friend and his date, a black girl named Keisha, suggested we get some wine and head to the lake instead of going to the party. Devon was all in favor of the idea so that’s what we did.
As we sat in the car, overlooking the placid lake on this dark, starlit night, I felt Devon’s hand lightly touching my blouse, gently outlining the top of my bra as he did so. Turning to Devon, I gazed into his eyes as he leaned forward and kissed me tenderly.
Feeling the warmth of his soft lips against mine, I kissed him back. I felt Devon’s strong fingers now lightly caressing my breast as he pulled me towards him, my lithe body melting into his strong frame.
Soon Devon was unbuttoning my blouse and unsnapping my bra as I languished in the depth of his passionate kisses, feeling his thigh pressing harder and harder against mine. Before long, Devon was molding and kneading my now bare breast as he kissed me, his free hand now gently caressing my thigh and buttock as I felt his upper thigh.
Then Devon took my breast into his mouth and began to suck on it, nursing from it like I’d never experienced in my life. By now I was more than just a bit moist and Devon knew this.
Taking my hand, he gently rested it against his trousers. I could feel a monster now in my hand. It was the biggest penis I had ever felt in my life! I began to lightly rub it and feel it’s girth, surprised at how big and hard he was as I felt his experienced fingers slide my panties to the side as he lightly began to rub my exposed clit.
I about jumped out of the seat when he touched my clit! No man had ever taken the time to truly play with and make love to my clit in such a way before!
I was nearly breathless, my panties soaked by my own juices, as Devon unzipped his pants and took out his thick, nine-inch, cut penis and placing my hand on it, he gently wrapped my fingers around his now throbbing cock.
As we looked at each other, knowingly agreeing, we gazed into each others eyes. Devon then tenderly held my hand on his cock as he moved his hand and mine up and down on his rigid monster, showing me how he liked for me to stroke it. I was breathless, excited, my pussy gushing in lustful anticipation of interracial sexuality.
Then, Devon put his arm around my neck and slowly guided my head down to his lap, holding my hand on his hard shaft as he begged me to put his rigid bone in my mouth and suck it for him. This being only the second cock that I had ever wanted to put in my mouth, I was a bit taken aback at how thick his manhood was, especially the rim of his black cock.
I slowly slipped my lips down over his hardness and began to bob my head up and down on it, feeling the softness of his dark skin covering the hardness of his penis as I explored and sucked with increasing passion, trying to take as much of his thick, hard brownness into my mouth as I possibly could.
Devon was moaning loudly as I sucked and milked his twitching cock, purposely slipping my warm, wet lips over the ridge of his prominent black cock repeatedly as I sucked and licked his massive hardness.
Then, gently, Devon shifted and laid me down on the back seat, spreading my legs wide, fully exposing my treasure to him. As he carefully positioned himself between my spread thighs I saw Devon take his twitching, dark steely shaft into his fingers as he rubbed his penis up and down my now very wet vagina before slipping it deep inside me.
At first, I was shocked at how readily his massive tool slid into me, yet I could feel him stretching and filling me like I’d never been stretched and filled before. The length and thickness of Devon’s massive penis was far more than I had even begun to imagine, yet it felt so good and so right for it to be so deep inside of me.
Then, increasing his tempo, Devon began to slide in and out of me at a faster and faster pace as I tried to wrap my legs around his back and pull him deeper and deeper into me.
I could feel Devon reaching places in me that no man had ever touched with his cock before. My eyes were closed as I moaned loudly, biting my lower lip as Devon slid in and out of me in long deep thrusts, his body slamming off of mine as we rocked together in total sync, in complete harmonic bliss for longer than I could even begin to think possible. This was the ultimate in interracial sexuality!
Then, suddenly, Devon pulled out of me and holding his black cock in his fingers, shot stream after stream of his white, sticky sperm on my tummy, coating me with his creamy batter before collapsing on top of me, our bodies melding into one as he held me in his powerful, protective arms, showering me with kisses as he held me.
It was the most heavenly introduction I had ever had into the wonderful world of sex! And I got my introduction from a wonderful black man who gently and lovingly introduced me to the fantastic world of interracial sex!
In satisfying my needs for interracial sexuality, I’ve been a happy woman ever since and I highly recommend it to other white women who are thinking of joining my special ‘sorority’!!