Sex adventures of a blackened girl

I can’t really explain why, but I’ve always loved sex. Sex has always been my strong suit and my weakness at the same time. College was the hottest time. Because I fucked whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I also managed to date a guy during this hot time. My boyfriend Sammy was angry, but I couldn’t help myself.

I fucked half of his dorm friends. It happened by accident. Whenever a guy paid attention to me, I assumed he wanted to fuck me. And he did, I simply gave it to them and at the same time got what I wanted. He’d swear that it was over, and then he’d forgive me.

Then everything changed when I started fucking Kenny, a black guy on the varsity football team. It was the best sex of my life. He could fuck me for hours bringing me to orgasm after orgasm until I was shaking. Word spread quickly around campus. His teammates decided that since he’d taken me, they had the right too. Sammy dumped me completely because I’d disappear for days. I was having too much sex to stop.

Kenny started sharing me with his black friends. By the end of the season, I was probably fucking all of his friends. They’d drag me to parties where they’d have gangbangs with other white girls.

Then I met these girls, who were also dating some black guys from the team or just from Kenny’s circle. We were all convenient holes for them. Then I found out about Lola, she was Kenny’s main girlfriend before I came along.

She got pregnant, but it was unclear by whom. And Lola stopped showing up at the party, her parents turned their backs on her. And she lived alone working as a waitress. Her story became a complete nightmare for me, and only then I understood that my life might fall apart. So I left. Lola and I began renting an apartment together, and I sometimes helped her with the baby.

Then, about a year later, she went to her older cousin, who called her to help her, so that she would not lose everything. And Lola left. I barely finished my studies and found a job. And soon my ex-boyfriend Sammy showed up. We got back together. He knew everything about me and my past, so we were happy together.

We started leading an active life again, and he admitted to me that he found the whole situation of me having sex with other guys arousing. It was such a relief for me. Now I could do whatever I wanted, but with his support. We got married and began living like adults, but with different sexual fantasies than many others. Now we go to clubs, or sometimes meet black guys at our place or at a hotel a couple of times a month. I’ve calmed down, and I realize we have something in common that helps us stay together and continue to live the way we want.