Rachel's Black Adventure continues, and she is loving it.

My life was my books, and I dreamed of romance and passion from the trashy romance novels. My idea man was blonde and had a castle, or atleast a nice 4 bedroom in the suburbs. I never imagined I would be worshiping a black man, especially with their reputation, as pounded in my head from the Jewish mothers.

But now, I am on my knees, obedient to my master, Leroy. And I had no regrets.

After our first encounter, in my apartment and on my mother’s bed, he took me to see a friend who ran a clinic. The doctor, an older black man, was delighted to see Leroy, especially with a young white female. In exchange for a gynecologist check-up and birth control pills, and the promise of a no-questions abortion, if one was needed, I had to offer my body for intercourse and oral sex. It was the first time I was offered to another man, at Leroy’s instance.

He was my 2nd sexual experience, and I marveled at how different he was sexually, thicker cock, but not as long. He was not dominant like Leroy, and his seed tasted bland. Not unpleasant, just waterier. I treated his usage like taking bad medicine, and gave him pleasure, which was Leroy’s requirement.

Now it was my 4th time with Leroy, and I was well used to his size, and his dominance. He said that he brought out my natural submissiveness, which many white women have. I looked forward to his seed filling my mouth and pussy and following whatever commands which made the experience more pleasurable for HIM.

He brought me to a friend’s apartment, and I was staring at two large cocks, with Leroy standing back watching. Both black men were large in body and cocks, and I was scared, yet excited too. A wave of submission ran through my body, and I simply followed their lead and Leroy’s commands.

I recall photos of this scene in the porn magazines, and now it was real. I would suck on one man, while fondling and stroking the other man’s cock. They would switch back and forth until I began to taste one man’s seed. He grabbed my head and fucking my mouth strong and soon I was swallowing his come.

I liked his cock clean and looked at this man and thanked him. He laughed, and said, “Brother, you got another slutty whore here.”

The other man was stroking himself and quickly entered my mouth. He didn’t take long, and I felt his cock thicken and he shot his come strong down my throat. I cleaned off his cock and thanked him.

Then Leroy offered me some water, which was in a dog bowl and pet my head, saying, “Nice Pet, you did well. Would you like to be fucked?”

I knew that wasn’t a question, so I replied, “Yes, Master.”

The men laughed, I was incredibly submissive and yet, this now felt natural. They led me into the bedroom and I was on my hands and knees. Leroy manipulated my pussy, which was incredibly wet and told one of the men, “The bitch is all yours.”

The other man put his cock back in my mouth and the other pushed hard in my pussy. It was a surreal feeling, having cocks in both places. My man who I was sucking, held my head and kept called me a slut and white bitch, while the other held my hips and was grunting and thrusting hard.

Leroy’s was watching, drinking some liquor and smiling at his pet being used.

Whenever the man in my mouth felt like he was going to climax, he slowed his pace or withdrew. He said, “I’m waiting to seed your Jew whore pussy bitch.”

The man in my pussy grabbed my long hair and pushed his large black cock deep and I felt his body stiffen and knew he was going to climax. I didn’t think he was wearing a condom and prayed the birth control pills worked.

I felt his warm seed enter my body and his cock pulsating. When he was done, he withdrew and told the other man, “Bitch is all yours.”

They switched positions and I felt the shaft enter my pussy and the other man’s cock, with my juice and his seed, enter my mouth. I was used to my own taste, having cleaning Leroy’s cock.

After the other man filling my pussy, he withdrew and said, “Fine bitch, good white bitch.”

After taking his cock and cleaning it, I collapsed on the bed. Leroy grunted, “Slut, where your manners.”
I knew what he meant, and I sat up and looked at the men, now dressing and drinking the same liquor. I said, “Thank you Sirs and thank you Master, I hope I was satisfactory.”

The men snicked but Leroy schussed them, “Be nice to my pet.”

The men let me rest and when I eventually stood up, I found my legs weak. And then they were soaked with the men’s massive seed.

Leroy let me shower before bringing me home. I took another shower at home and fell sleep. And dreamed of the strong sex I just experienced.

Something else happened that surprised me.

At school, we had a few black people. There were more in the lower classes, as the neighborhood changed. The older men (high school seniors) stayed mostly to themselves, segregated. None of the senior boys, black or white, paid any attention to me. Like I said, I was awkward and chubby, and stayed mostly to myself. I had a friend, she was new to the school and was awkward too.

I wanted to tell her about my adventures with Leroy, but didn’t know how to bring this up. She never spoke of boys anyway. I needed someone to talk to too, but for now, I kept my secret life to myself.

One day, I found myself looking at two black men, seniors and my mind drifted. I thought the men Leroy shared me with and was caught day dreaming. When I realized they were walking over, I was embarrassed and wanted to run. Yet, I was frozen. The hall way was empty, and I realized I was going to be late for class.

They introduced themselves, Marvin and Paul and said, “Hey, quick question, cause I know your late for class”

I was confused, and asked, “Why are you talking to me, what do you want.”

They were cool saying they never noticed me before, and that I was a fine-looking girl. I thanked them and still was confused. Of course, even one level grade higher, you can’t miss these boys, nor the popular white boys either. They both had black girlfriends, and I thought they were so pretty.

So why talk to me.

They asked if I would like to party with them. They were going to Paul’s apartment, which was near my building. I wanted to say no, and besides I have never partied, but they were friendly and convincing and I agreed.

This wasn’t like a date, I didn’t know what this was. Should I tell Leroy, but then he never made any rules for seeing anybody from high school. And the overriding factor, I found them so attractive, and I realized, I never looked at the white boys in the same way.

Was looking at these boys a signal, did I cause this attention. I have never done this before and started thinking, “I not that bad, why would boys not want to be with me.”

I entered class late and took my abuse from the teacher, and thought about going to a party after school. I wondered. “Who has parties on a Tuesday after school?”

I met the boys at a bus stop near the apartments. I asked why they weren’t with their girlfriends, and Paul said, “They be busy in the theatre, and don’t like to party much.”

We went in his building and to Paul’s mom’s apartment on the third floor. Their building superintendent saw us and smiled but turned and headed into a room. Somehow, I felt safer knowing someone saw me.

They boys put on some music, like an early version of rap and we sat in their living room. It was surprisingly neat of pillows. They lit up some pot and I immediately liked the smell. I told them I never tried this and they urged me to take a “hit”. I swallowed the smoke, and coughed and they offered me a beer. Great, I never drank alcohol before either, but was coughing from the smoke. They told me not to swallow, just let the smoke linger.

I drank half the beer fast and my head felt light.

Marvin started to say, “Rachel, jewish? You’re so pretty, do you got a boyfriend.”

I said, “No boyfriend and really, you think I am pretty?”

Paul weighed in, “Oh yea, you are pretty, you really don’t think so?”
Paul got up from the chair and came over and stroked my hair, and told me, “I like your long hair, so smooth.”

Marvin came over and sat beside me, and we took another hit of the pot, and felt my breast, saying, “Damn girl, such sweet jew breasts.”

Marvin gave my breast a squeeze, over my blouse and bra, and asked, “Is it ok, we really dig you.”

Paul reached for my other breast and squeezed, adding “Man, these aint like Sheila’s.”

Sheila must be his girlfriend, and I felt somewhat wicked, “These men prefer my breasts over yours, Sheila.”

This was new territory for me, and I know the pot and half the beer made me relax, I found myself growing submissive and excited. And for the first time, bold.

I started to undo my blouse and Marvin and Paul looked surprised. I sensed they were going to undress me, but here I was doing it for them, without any regret. Seeing their black hands on my white breasts, groped and feeling me, I realized what Leroy and the other men were saying, “I am a slut.”

Paul sat down next to me, now I was in the middle of these good-looking boys. Marvin started to kiss and nibble my breast, and Paul was beginning to stroke my legs, moving slowly toward my pussy. I felt wet and excited and began to moan.

As they were touching and exploring my body, I began to think about the road I was heading down. Yes, I overthink things, and sometimes at an inappropriate time. Was I a slut? There were many women in the porn magazines, and they seemed happy. Ok, I am naïve too, as these were photos, were they happy in real life. Was I happy?

Surprisingly, yes.

Paul broke me out of my daydreams and told me to touch him and guided my hand on his crotch. He had unzipped his pants, and I could feel his warm flesh. I looked down and he was large and hard. Marvin took my other hand, and it was the same, placing it on his warm large cock, although he was thicker. Both had large smooth and dark cockheads.

It didn’t take long before I was on my knees and sucking their cocks. They held my head firm and forced their cocks deep in my mouth. I found that I liked their dominance, and liked how their cocks felt in my mouth. I tilted my head back so I could get more in me, and I heard one of them say, “Damn, the bitch has done this before.”

Up till now, they must have thought they were the first. I told them that I had no boyfriend.

I swallowed Paul’s, who came with such force, and looked up at him when he withdrew and thanked him. Then Marvin came and I swallowed but he pulled out and fucking my breasts. That felt so nice.

And I thanked him too.

They were surprised and Paul asked again, Rachel, who taught you to suck cock?”

Marvin added, “Our bitches don’t suck us like you just did.”

Paul added, “She handles our n cocks, damn we got a n whore here.”

I told them I met a man at a camp last summer. That seemed to satisfy them.

We had to leave, Paul’s mother would be home soon. I actually felt some disappointment that they didn’t fuck me or give me more seed. And immediately thought, “I have been changed, I think I am worthy.”

This made me think about what I wanted, and who I wanted to be with. The same thought came to mind, “I want to be, as Paul so eloquently stated, a n whore. And I decided to tell my friend in school, Sally. She can either accept the new me, or maybe, join me.

My sexual adventure was beginning… and I had no regrets.