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Interracial, oral, anal, F/FFF
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Going Black
By
Jan
My family came from small town that was almost exclusively white families that were from northern European countries. The kind of community where the captain of the football team marries the sexiest blonde right out of high school, and when he flunks out of college he comes home to pump gas at the local Chevron gas station, and his wife has four children and winds up weighing 250 pounds.
The only exposure to minorities I had was TV news stations, and our social studies classes. I was totally ignorant when it came to understanding what it was like for Mexican and the black communities. They didn't mean anything to me at that time.
I was dissatisfied with my prospects, and didn't accept my parent's beliefs, which led to a lot of arguments. Upon graduation from high school I couldn't get away fast enough. I was so naive that I didn't understand how hard it would be to find a job in the big city without an education,
I didn't have much money in my checking account, so as soon as I got off the bus I looked up the location of the nearest Young Women's Christian Association (YWCA). As soon as I got a room I used the local paper to look for both a cheap apartment and a job.
It took longer than I anticipated before I found a menial job working in a pickle factory. Most of the works were black women with white male supervisors. My job was to stand next to a conveyor belt and look for defective pickles and remove them. My salary was just minimum wage. I did my best to save as much money as I could.
The rent for apartments was high, so I had to look for the cheapest one I could find. When I had enough money set aside to pay the first month's rent, cleaning fees, and get the utilities turned on I contacted the manager of an apartment close to the where I worked. I was living on two meals a day just to pay the rent on a small single apartment.
I eventually learned that the area in was living in was virtually a black ghetto. Riding busses and shopping in the area I was exposed to the lascivious advances of black males that thought that any white woman in the area was a whore. They thought they were irresistible and would try and pick me up. It was difucult to deflect their advances without pissing them off. Occasionally an older black man or woman would come to my defense. Even the white line bosses thought they could make physical advances up on any of the girls on the line including me. I did my best to never be in a situation where I would not be alone with any of the males.
We had a clean lunchroom but I had to live on a limited budget, so I brought meager paper bag lunches. There were a few women that I became friends with. They told me their stories during lunch break. There was one 40-year-old woman that became my best friend. Her name was Pearl. She was stocky woman about five-feet seven tall, 150 pounds. Her body was the color of light milk chocolate. Her hair was coarse, and she used something straighten it. The color of her hair was a brick orange color that nature had never created.
She had a hard life! She was raped by an uncle as a young girl, and gang rapped by a bunch of high school boys when she was only thirteen. She married a lazy drunk at sixteen. She was spared having children because the gang raped had scarred her cervix in such a way that she couldn't conceive naturally. When she got tired of supporting the drunk-bastard she kicked him out and divorced him.
One evening after work she invited me to have dinner with her. I had been living the life a celibate because I really didn't feel safe outdoors after dark, so I accepted. We took the bus to her apartment. It was not much different than mine, but she had personal touches making it her home. She invited me to make myself comfortable while she changed clothes. When she emerged from her bedroom she was wearing a silk dressing gown and slippers.
Pearl set about heating up a dinner she had obviously prepared earlier. She was a good cook and the apartment soon smelled of a delicious meal. We talked continuously while she cooked and set up the dinette. We sipped red wine until dinner was ready. The meal was so delicious and I wouldn't refuse to eat seconds. Afterwards she made me sit in the living room while she cleaned up. When she joined me on the couch we talked about ourselves until we knew a lot about each other's life.
Pearl asked me if I would like to join her in smoking a little pot. I had never done anything like that before, but I wondered what it would be like, so I agreed. She opened a small box on the coffee table that contained a little pipe with a small bowl, a plastic bag containing a small amount of greenish-brown plant material, and a cheap 'Bic' lighter. She filled the pipe and hand it to me, while I took the bit into my mouth she held the lighter to the bowl, and she told me to inhale the smoke and try and hold my breath as long as possible. When I did as told she took a hit on the pipe, while I sat there unable to keep from sputtering until I had to exhale. We each took a couple of hits before the tobacco was burned up.
I sat there thinking that something was wrong, because I didn't feel any different for a while. I don't know how long it was, but eventually it felt like the lights had been turned down. It was like the 120 watt bulbs had been changed to 10 watt bulbs. Then my body felt as if I was detached from it. When Pearl took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth it felt exciting, but almost as if it was happening to someone else.
I felt a rush of emotion for her, and returned the kiss. We were sucking each other's tongue as we kissed. Then I felt Pearl's hands on my breasts. It was another forbidden thrill. When she started undressing me it was as if it was happening to another body. When she exposed my breasts she molded one tit with her hand while sucking on my other tit.
I had masturbated to orgasm many times, but I had not felt anything like what Pearl was inspiring in me at that moment.
I don't even remember her removing all of my clothes. One moment my dress was around my waist, and the next moment my naked butt was sitting on the rough weaved material of the cheap couch. Pearl put her hand on my pussy and stared finger fucking me with her thick fingers. When I closed my eyes there was a moment of blankness but when I opened my eyes Pearl was on her knees between my legs. Her orange hair obscured the view of my pussy. She was clinging to my hips while she ate my pussy. It felt like a lifetime before I had an orgasm that felt like it would never end.
When I slowly returned to normal Pearl pulled me to my feet and guided me to her bedroom. She placed me in the middle of her bed and removed her dressing gown. I was impressed with the size of her breasts. They sagged a little without support, and her large areolas and nipples were a much darker chocolate brown. Her tummy bulged a little, but I was looking at her vulva. She had shaved all of her pubic hair off. I had never seen a woman with a clitoris like hers. It stuck out from between the valley of her cunt. Her labia minor were a darker brown and the exposed clit was a pinkish-purple.
I had seen pictures of black men's cocks before and Pearl's clitoris looked like a little version of a black penis.
When Pearl mounted the bed I closed my eyes again and there was another moment of oblivion. When I opened my eyes I was looking up at Pearl's big wet pussy with the penis like clit, and I could see her dark brown asshole. I could smell her womanly odor, as she lowered her cunt to my mouth. At the same time I felt a mouth claiming my pussy. It was like two separate events. I eventually had another orgasm that was like a blackout.
Pearl turned around and covered us with her sheet and blankets, as she cuddled against my body. She wrapped her legs around my right leg. We fell asleep clinging to each other.
In the morning the smell of the room woke me up, and it took me a moment to remember where. The room didn't smell like my bedroom, and there was the heat of the naked woman next to me. Then two things occupied my brain. First I needed to empty my bladder, and second I felt like I was starving.
I tried to disengage myself from her body, so that I could make my way to her bathroom. Naturally my movement woke Pearl up. She kissed me on the mouth. As her face came close I could smell her morning breath, and knew mine wasn't any better, but when she kissed me I couldn't smell anything.
I pleaded, "Please...I have to pee badly!"
Pearl chucked, "You and me both!"
We untangled our bodies and headed for the bathroom. Pearl insisted on me peeing first. While I sat down to pee Pearl brushed her teeth. It was embarrassing for me to listen to my pee splashing into the toilet bowl water with Pearl standing right next to me. When I finished and wiped, we changed places. I used her toothbrush while she peed.
Normally I would have been self-conscious about being naked in the presence of another naked woman, but this morning I couldn't take my eyes off of this woman.
Then my stomach reminded me how hungry I was. When I told Pearl how hungry I was Pearl laughed, "Honey...we have the munchies. That is one of the after effects of smoking pot! I will make us breakfast right away!"
It didn't even dawn on me to get dressed after all we had done the night before. I followed her around the small kitchenette while she made a large country breakfast. I'm talking poached eggs on toasted English muffins, sausage patties, covered with generous portion of white gravy. We ate the breakfast like it was our last meal and washed it down with several cups of black coffee.
She put the dishes in the sink to soak, while we lounged around. We cuddled together on the couch. This time when we kissed I tasted coffee. I wanted to please her the same way she had pleased me last night. I lifted one of her breasts and sucked on the dark nipple. She stroked my hair, and told me how much she envied my soft hair. When I felt like I had sucked on her tit long enough, I slid off the couch to the floor between her legs. This time I didn't miss a moment of what was happening.
I didn't want to ever forget the smell of her pussy and what it taste like. She had a very wet pussy. I buried my face in her pussy while sucking on her clit again. It was strange looking up at her brown eyes over her tits. I was rewarded with a mouth full her juices when she cried out that she was cumming.
Just when I thought we had done everything possible, Pearl had me get on my hands and knees with my head resting on the arm of the couch. I had no idea what she was planning to do until I felt her place her hands on my butt and spread my ass open. Then I felt her warm breath on my puckered asshole. I couldn't believe it when she kissed my asshole and proceeded to lick my asshole and stick her tongue into the hole. She used her finger to tickle my clit at the same time. It came as a surprise when I actually had an orgasm from her rimming my asshole.
Pearl didn't ask me to do it to her, but she did turn around and cross her arms over the other armrest and kneel on the couch. Her big butt was right there in front of my face. I had to at least check out what her asshole looked like up close. When my nose was close enough smell her asshole I found that it actually smelled sweeter than I would have though. I ended up actually enjoying rimming her asshole. The rest of the weekend was spent in the nude repeating every sexual act we could think of.
We spent so much time at each other's apartment that we finally agreed to move in with each other. Pearl had a nicer apartment so I moved in with her. For two nights the sex was unbelievable. Then on the third night there came a knock on the door. It was a nice looking black woman no older than me.
There was that pregnant pause when we recognized that we were both lovers of Pearl. The woman said, "That explains why you haven't called me lately!" She turned away and stormed off in a huff.
Pearl sat me down and told me that she had always been a lesbian. That girl had been her latest lover. It bothered me that Pearl had discarded a lover so casually. I had to admit that sex with Pearl was the strongest attraction. I asked her how many other women she had made love to. Pearl couldn't tell me how many other's there had been. She simply told me that it had all been good.
It would take me awhile to process the information. I could end our relationship or I would have to accept the fact that Pearl was going to someday be unfaithful to me.
By bedtime I had decided to enjoy the sex, and didn't stop Pearl when she started feeling me up. I even participated in a mutual pussy eating before we slept.
The next weekend Pearl asked me if I would like to go to a party. I had not socialized with a group of people in ages, so the prospect of getting out and meeting other people was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
We spent Saturday morning getting ready for the party. I put on my best party dress, and Pearl even wore a nice dress and plenty of makeup. We took the bus to the row buildings known as the projects. We had to walk up three floors, because the elevators were out of order. We could have found the party simply by the noise, and smell of booze and cigarette smoke.
As we entered the apartment the smell off cheap perfume and sweat was added to the mix. Pearl introduced me to the birthday girl. She was another full figured tall black woman. Her hair looked like a male Lyon's mane. She was already pretty drunk.
The party was in full swing, and I notices that most of the party goers were females. There were some that were very feminine and others that were dressed more like men. No woman would have to worry about the males at the party hitting on them because they were obviously gay.
Pearl and I were drinking a little more than necessary. Pearl stared hitting on a couple of sexy tarts, while the birthday girl was hitting on me.
When she whispered in my ear that she wanted to take me to bed, I accepted. She took me by the arm and ushered me to another apartment on another floor. We took each other's clothes off, and got on the bed. This woman didn't shave any pubic hair off. It had been a warm night and the added proximity of so many women in a small apartment had caused her to sweat profusely, as a result her underarms had a strong aroma. She proudly lifted her left arm and pressed my nose against her underarm. I was forced to smell the pungent odor. It turned me on, and I licked her sweaty underarm.
She was a light colored back women, so the contrast between her flesh and her areolas and labia lips was significant. Her whole body smelled of sweat and perfume, but her cunt was particularly strong smelling. That didn't stop me form really getting into eating her pussy.
When we finished and got dressed we returned to the party. The party was beginning to come to an end. Most of the party goes had already left. The remaining women were pretty drunk and were making out with each other. I'm talking about more than necking. They were sucking tits, and eating pussies. Pearl was obviously looking for me. When she saw me she could tell that I had been with the birthday girl. She was pissed.
We hardly talked on the bus ride home. When we were behind closed doors she confronted me, "Why the fuck were you having sex with that bitch?"
"You were busy flirting with those other girls. I saw you sticking your finger into that young girl's pussy, so why shouldn't I go to bed with a woman that showed an interest in my ass?"
She complained, "You smell of her pussy, sweat, and perfume! Take a bath before coming to bed."
"We better both take bath, you stink of pussy too."
We couldn't stay mad at each other while we washed each other. We went to bed naked and ate pussy most of the night. We came to an arrangement that night. We would have sex with other women together.
The first test of our new arrangement came when a young girl barely out of her teens. Pearl called her and explained to her in my presence that she was living with another woman, but if she didn't mind having sex with two women, she could come over.
It was only about an hour before there was a knock on the door. I was standing next to Pearl when she answered the door. The girl had the figure of an athlete. She had small breasts and her hair was close to her head or nappy looking.
The look on her face told me that she didn't expect that Pearl's new girlfriend would be a white girl. She got over the surprise quick enough. We retired to the bedroom, and I found out what it was like to have my pussy sucked while I was eating pussy of a third person.
It was only a few months before I was totally into partying with groups of black women. When we were at a party I met another white woman, and we agreed "When you go black, you never go back!"
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