I’m So Black Cock Curious!

I’ve listened to my best friends drone on and on about what it means to have sex with a black man to the point that I became too curious about wanting to try one for myself.

I consider myself a pure-breed white girl from the east coast. When I say ‘pure’, I mean that I haven’t yet been defiled by any man who doesn’t bear a similar complexion as mine. My friends who have gone black say that I’m still considered a virgin pussy until the day I decide to do like they have done. That’s the way they put it. They declare that once I decide to sleep with a black man, I won’t ever be the same snowbunny–yes, they often call me, including themselves–and that I would have graduated from being a virgin white girl to a wholesome white woman. 

I’d often think my friends were being silly and that they were exaggerating too much. The weird thing is that like me, they all have boyfriends–our boyfriends all hang out together–yet they see nothing wrong with cheating on them. One of my friends, Issa, told me that her boyfriend knows she’s getting nailed by black guys and he likes to hear about the things they do with her, every naughty detail. 

“You can’t be serious, Issa,” I said.

“Becky, I’m dead serious,” she replied. “David is cool about watching me getting fucked by black guys–”

“Wait a minute, he watches you?”

“He sure has,” she said, then added, “And when he isn’t around to watch, he likes me to tell him how everything went.”

“My God, Issa. That’s fucking weird!”

“You want to know what’s weird, it’s you acting all Aryan on us, like you think you’re any better than every other white girl in town. This is what’s trending, Becky. Once you go black, you won’t ever wanna go back. Trust me.”

Issa and another friend talked about wanting to hook me up with a black guy: someone neither of them have tried out, but who they said would open my eyes to everything that I’m missing out on; they assured me that my boyfriend won’t ever find out. I told them I’d have to think about it first and would give them an answer later. In truth, I was curious about wanting to try one . . . but I had doubts. What would become of my relationship with my boyfriend once I decide to give this a try? What if I make like my friends and end up liking it? My boyfriend would definitely be hurt if he hears about this. I wasn’t looking forward to hurting him, hence I kept doodling about it. 

Yet I knew a day was likely to arrive when I wouldn’t be able to say no. It was only a matter of time before I got confronted with this desire and cannot turn away from giving it a shot.

Issa did hook me up with one of her secret lover’s best buddies named Eric. He was tall, athletic, and I must admit, quite handsome, and he was black. We hit it off at a party, and if I expected him to come upon me so suddenly, I was very mistaken; he seemed almost nonchalant about even asking for my number. I was flabbergasted, as if he was suggesting that I was the one who wanted him instead of the other way around. And even after I’d given him my number, days passed before I got a call from him. He invited me to a fast food restaurant and we had lunch while talking about this and that. It was then that I got to see a more charming side of him. 

Days passed and then I happened to find myself at his apartment one afternoon. We were supposed to watch a movie together, but in the midst of things, I suddenly became curious.

“How big is your cock?” I asked candidly.

I’d assumed Eric would look surprised by my question. He laughed instead and asked if I’d seriously like to find out. I replied yes, I would.

“Only way to see it is if you take it out yourself,” he suggested. “Are you still game?”

I nodded in response. Eric shrugged, then got up and shoved his jeans down his thighs. I came from behind him and slipped my hand under his briefs. My hand encountered something warm and snake-like. My mouth opened as I pried his cock into the open and then Eric turned around for me to get a better look. 

“My God,” I muttered in awe at the sight of his prick. It suddenly grew turgid in my hand. I cradled it with fascination, like it was an ancient artefact. “Oh my fucking God, it’s so true!”

“What’s true?”

I blushed as I realised I’d talked too much, but it was too late to turn back.

“My friends always told me that black guys have the best cocks. I always thought they were lying; this proves it for me that I was full of shit.”

“Actually Becky, there’s only one way to prove it unequivocally,” he said politely. “You’re going to have to play with it.”

I looked at him, shocked by his words. “You can’t really mean that.”

His eyes told me he did, and I sort of knew that already. I was merely lying to myself thinking I didn’t want to give it a try. This, after all, was what I’d been wanting since, just as Issa told me.

We both sat down on his couch, and I swept my hair from my face as I lowered towards his prick. I couldn’t help kissing the tip twice as if for good luck before opening my mouth and consuming him. I started gradually, but began enjoying myself as I worked further. Eric swept my hair backwards to get a better view of my face. I wasn’t looking so innocent as I once was; that was the day that innocence left me for real.

I got to play with Eric’s cock and then later he helped get me out of my clothes and retired into his bedroom. Eric extracted a condom packet out of a bedside cabinet, tore one off and wore it over his prick; his prick seemed to glisten and he carried it as if it were a sword and inched towards me. I should have been frightened except I wasn’t; instead I welcomed him into my arms and helped to guide his prick inside me. 

It stung. 

It stung rather hard, enough to make me hiss as if I’d pricked my finger with a needle.

Eric took it easy with me. He made me get used to his girth, and I gradually began to relax the longer he slid in and out of my pussy. My pussy was expanding in ways I never felt before; his cock was taking me on an astral journey. I locked my legs over his thighs and pulled him down on top of me. I wanted every inch of his prick; my pussy was raging with fire and needed to be quenched and purified.

We changed positions and I got on my hands and knees while Eric introduced his cock from behind. He wasn’t gentle anymore; he was slamming and hammering me like he wanted to stuff me with his prick. I groaned, moaned, and squirmed uncontrollably like I was fighting to escape him when I couldn’t. I planted my face on the bed and then Eric grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me upright. I kept hollering and pleaded for him to stop. 

Eric didn’t stop. His cock kept slapping against my buttocks, shooting me higher towards my climactic moment. My body broke into a shuddering frenzy as I felt something akin to an explosion roll within my womb. Eric leaned over my backside while cradling me towards him, breathing heavily into my ear. I could feel his cock expanding inside my cunt. I shut my eyes and prayed for a release to arrive quickly.

Eventually it did.

Eric collapsed on top of me and together we fell on his bed, completely spent. That was my first time going black and I’d like to say since then I haven’t ever thought to go back to the white girl I once was. Not ever.