I met my first boyfriend in high school and we had been dating for about a year and a half. His name was Osa, an immigrant student from Korea. He was the quiet loner type and he had a mysterious quality about him I was drawn to, and to top it off our common ancestry meant parental approval. 12. Neither of us went to college after we graduated with the thought we would work and save money to go.
Osa focused a lot of his attention on me. Like any girl, I was appreciative of the gift of his attention. Osa was a tall guy, stocky with dark hair and eyes. Like any couple in high school we had lots of drama and it continued after graduation. So here we were, eighteen years old and trying to join the adult world. I had still not found a ‘real’ job and had to resort to babysitting for any income.
Matt was more possessive and jealous than ever. If I even talked to my male friends from school or someone looked at me he would lose his mind. Naturally this lead to many more fights, arguments and mini breakups before we’d make up. After one extremely nasty fight over something stupid we broke up. I was adamant that this time was for good because it had become exhausting dealing with his crap every day. For about a week I completely ignored him went out of my way to laugh and smile whenever I saw him to get under his skin and make think I was unaffected by our breakup.
I saw him coming down the hall at the mall and turned quickly in the other direction. I bumped in to a guy named Matt who was in my science class when I was in high school. We had never really talked before but I needed an escape from Osa immediately. So I started a conversation with him.
Going out of my way to smile and show what a good time I was having talking to Matt, until Osa walked passed us with a big scowl on his face.
Matt was considerably taller than I was. He was six feet tall and played on the football team. My 5'2 inch frame was dwarfed beside him. His light skin, green eyes and huge smile were friendly and inviting. I recall wondering why I hadn’t really noticed him before.
The next day I was sitting in the mall food court about to eat lunch when I looked up to see Matt standing there smiling at me.
“May I join you Grace?” Matt asked politely.
“Sure you can.” I responded, more than happy for the company.
He sat down quickly and our conversation flowed naturally. He was very charming and made me feel like the only girl in the world when I was near him. It was Friday and we were both ready for the weekend.
“Do you want to hang out sometime?” He asked nervously
“Yes, I would like that” escaped my lips quickly.
Matt flashed his big smile in relief. “What about tomorrow then?”
“I have to babysit for a family friend on Saturdays.” I pouted
He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote his phone number on it for me. “You can call me if you get bored then.” He said as he handed me the piece of torn paper.
Saturday at noon, I arrived at my babysitting job and the parents pretty much ran out the door like usual. These two kids were wild and ran around like maniacs until bedtime at 8 o'clock. After a long exhausting day, it was finally time for them to sleep. I relaxed on the couch in the basement pondering if what I made was worth the grief of dealing with these kids every week. I sat watching the television for a bit, flicking channels trying to find something to watch. I decided I would call Matt and talk to him instead.
The phone rang for what seemed like an eternity before his voice answered. “Hello”
“Hi, um…is this Matt?” I asked nervously.
“Yeah Grace, it’s me!” his voice excitedly.
We talked about how much more expectations people had for us now that had graduated. We gossiped about the past and the hellions I was babysitting. I was so comfortable talking with him. He had a natural way of putting me at ease and it was enchanting. I could have talked to him all night.
“So, what time are you done sitting? Maybe we can hang out after.” He asked.
“I know these parents, they won’t be home until late!” I responded with a defeated voice. “I will probably end up sleeping here like usual.”
I could hear him sigh and couldn’t help but wonder if his smile was gone.
Before I knew it I heard myself ask, “Would you like to come hang out with me for a bit?“
His response was immediate. “YES! What is the address?”
I had butterflies waiting for him to show up and it seemed to be taking forever. Finally there was a knock on the door and I opened it. Immediately, I was greeted with that big smile of his. Stepping to the side I invited him in. After grabbing a bottle of vodka that I knew was hidden in the office here and a couple shot glasses we headed down to the basement to the recreation room.
Matt was very direct and got straight to the point. “Are you still dating that Osa kid? What is the deal with you guys anyway?”
I went in to a crazy explanation that was translated by Matt to say that I was single.
“Yes, I’m single.” I responded after hearing his interpretation.
He smiled, “Why that answer was so hard?”
I shrugged “I dated him a long time, so I guess I am still getting used to the idea of being single.”
We were sitting on the big couch and he was sitting on the line between two cushions. We were browsing through Netflix as we talked. Of all the movies to stop on, he decided we should watch The Purge. I’ve always been a chicken and this was no exception. Matt’s arm was stretch out towards me on the back of the couch. I remember him looking right in to my soul as he asked me to sit closer to him. Without hesitation I moved in beside him and his arm came down around my shoulder.
“Isn’t this better?” he asked.
Butterflies were going crazy in my stomach at the thought of being alone with him like this.
I put my head on his shoulder and his arm slid down behind me. His big hand was resting on my forearm making me feel small as I lay there in the cocoon of his body. At one point, he leaned in and smelled my hair telling me how nice it smelled.
I turned to look up at him and his lips immediately pressed against mine. His big arm pulled around me and the other one went around the other side of me. He kissed me so gently, pushing my lips open until his tongue could enter my mouth. His forearm repeatedly brushed over my small breast as kissed me.
I gasped and my heart raced when he finally broke the seal on my lips to move down to my ear and neck. I pushed my head back in to the couch and his big left hand slid over my breast and began to squeeze it through my t-shirt.
My mind went crazy. What was I doing? Was I really single? What would my dad say if they knew I was making out with a white guy? My mind raced faster than my heart. Paralyzed by his touch he kissed and sucked my neck and ear then back to my mouth as his big hand squeezed and massaged my breasts.
I knew it was only a matter of time and he would want to feel my bare flesh and I was not wrong. Almost immediately his hand slid off my breast and worked its way down to the hem of my shirt before slipping under the hem and back up to my breast.
At first he squeezed me through my bra as his tongue probed my mouth, then he pushed it up over my breasts and got what he wanted. His big white hand engulfed my naked breast as he squeezed it. He gently grabbing my big light brown nipple between his fingers as we kissed.
My hands never moved. Frozen in delight I left them where they were. One hand on the couch beside me, the other wedged in the seat between us. Finally getting the nerve I slid my hand up and caressed his forearm as he squeezed and pulled on my breast.
His other hand pulled my face to him holding it there as his tongue continued its sensual assault on my mouth. Eventually he stopped kissing me and stood up. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the chair.
His hard body was beautiful and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. He reached down and pulled my shirt over my head and sent it to the chair to join his. Reaching behind me, he unclasped my bra and discarded it as well before pulling me to my feet.
Both his big hands devoured my breasts and his mouth and tongue attacked mine. His grip and probing was much more intense now. I ran my hands over his muscular back and shoulders before he pulled me tightly to him and his hands grabbed my ass.
His grip was firm on my ass and his kisses were getting wilder as he pulled me in to him. He guided me to my back on the couch where he climbed on top of me. We began kissing again and his strong hands moved my legs so he could lie between them.
The skin of our chests touching as we kissed and he began humping through our pants. His hands devoured my bare skin like he’d never touched a girl before. After some shifting on the couch we were on our sides and his hand made its way down my belly to the top of my jeans.
Nervously, he waited and played with the top of my pants before slowly (very slowly) pushing the tips of his fingers under the waistband. I was so horny but I knew I would have to stop him soon. I just didn’t know when.
After all I really had just met him yesterday and there was that history and uncertainty with Osa. His hand pushed down the front of my small shorts until they came to the band of my panties. He stopped kissing me and stared down at me as he pushed his hand lower until he was touching my pussy through my panties.
A huge smile overcame his face as he traced the lips of my ever-damper pussy. His gaze was intense as he watched my expression to his touch. It was then that I felt I had to stop him before he got more ideas.
I put my hand on top of his through my pants. “We can’t go any further. I really like you, it’s all just happening too fast.”
He smiled at me and said, “Okay baby, I got it baby, no sex. I get it” he said. His hand never left my pussy.
“Is this still okay?” He gestured to his big hand down my jeans.
“Yes, just no more than this for now okay?” I smiled and he leaned down and kissed me.
Matt reached down and unbuttoned my shorts. My heart raced more as he pulled my zipper down.
I looked at him, “what are you doing?”
Panting in my lips he said “I just want to us to see each other naked.“
Clearly I didn’t answer fast enough because he pulled my pants down and off in 2 seconds flat. So there I am lying with nothing but my panties in the basement with a buff, sexy, white guy smiling down at me. Matt unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs. I could see a bulge in his boxers immediately and tried to be nonchalant and not let him see me looking.
He climbed back down on the couch and returned to grind his hard cock against my pussy. It was so hard and felt big as it pounded against my pelvic bone. The thin fabric of our underwear did not offer much to the imagination.
I held his face, looked him in the eye, "We aren’t having sex Matt."
He looked shy and said "I know, but I just wanted us to orgasm.”
After a lot more grinding, groping and kissing he said, “Let’s get naked I want to see you fully naked and jerk off for you.
I was beyond intrigued and muttered "Okay.”
His hands shook as he grabbed my panties and pulled them down my thighs. His eyes never left my shaved pussy as it became exposed.
I put my hands over my pussy and said, “Your turn!"
Quickly he pulled his boxers down and his cock flopped in to view.
From the light of the TV I gasped out loud at the size of his cock as it stuck straight out from him. His cock looked huge even with his hand around it holding it proudly.
He gave his cock a couple strokes in my direction before sitting in the corner of the couch facing me. As I sat in the opposite corner looking at his cock with my hand on my pussy, he stroked his fat white cock starring back at my pussy with his coy grin.
After a few minutes he moved closer and said he wanted to touch me at the same time. He moved closer and put my leg over the back of the couch fully exposing myself to him. My other leg draped across his knees as his big hand moved slowly up and down his hard cock. His other hand squeezed my breast and pulled at my nipple as he starred at my pussy.
Letting go of his cock, he rubbed his fingers across my pussy slowly parting them. His fingers played in my wetness before returning to his cock where he spread it all over his fat head. He continued to move his fingers between my pussy and his cock getting his fat head all shiny with my juices.
His big fingers returned over and over again slowly pushing deeper in to my opening every time until his fingertips were inside my pussy. This time he left them in me wiggling them and slowly moving them in and out. His finger sent shocks throughout my body and he continued to work them further in to me until he had two deep in me. He moved them in and out at a steady pace.
He stroked his cock at the same rhythm as he pushed his thick fingers in and out of me. I recognized the feeling building in the pit of my stomach and working its way to my clitoris. I was going to cum! Having this white guy fingering my little pussy and stroking his big hard cock was more than I could take and I came hard on his hand.
"Oh God, I’m cumming!” I moaned.
Immediately his other hand squeezed my breast hard and his fingers moved faster in and out of me until I couldn’t take anymore and wrapped my legs around his neck until he removed his fingers from me. His smile was beaming as he went back to stroking his cock.
After getting some composure back, I sat up and he put my hand on his hard cock. It was as thick as my wrist and twice as long as Osa’s cock. I knew it was big, but once my hands grabbed it, I realized just how big it was.
With both my hands I barely had half his cock hidden with my hands. My fingers didn’t meet each other as I gripped it. As I held it he started slowly thrusting his hips up and down between my hands. His big hand wrapped around both of mine as his slid my hands up and down with his thrusts showing me how he liked it.
As I stroked him I couldn’t help but think there was no way this cock would ever fit in me anyway. I wanted to make him cum so badly now. I had sucked Osa’s cock a couple times, but it wasn’t my favorite thing to do because I kept gagging, and I don’t think he ever washed properly.
I discretely put my saliva in my hand to make his cock slippery. Sliding it up and down continuing to add my spit until the huge thing was soaking wet and slipped easily in my hand. Stroking and teasing his cock, tormenting his head with the palm of my hand.
He moaned and squeezed my breast. “Oh baby, suck it! Make me cum!"
I continued the stroking and tormenting of his cock trying to make him explode.
"Look Slant, I want to cum so you need to suck it.” He demanded.
I was completely taken back by the racist comment, but secretly, even if I couldn’t admit it to myself at the time, very turned on.
“I don’t like to that. It makes me gag.” I explained.
“Let me put it in you then,” he said flatly.
“We can’t! We just can’t.” I said.
I could think of a few reasons we couldn’t fuck so it wasn’t an option. No protection, I had missed a couple pills since breaking up with Osa and then there was Osa himself and the confusion about the status of our relationship. I knew my only option was to give him head and make him cum.
As I repositioned myself on my knees, his hand immediately grabbed a handful of my jet black hair at the base of my skull. His cock thrusted wildly in my hands as my face got closer to his cock. Drips of his cum ran from the tip of his cock. I ran my hand over it to avoid tasting it before kissing the head.
He gasped loudly, “You’re sexy for a chink. I love watching my white cock in your mouth”
I opened my mouth and started to suck his fat head in my mouth. I barely had the tip in my mouth and he started to thrust it slowly in and out of my mouth. His cock dripped nonstop in my mouth and I realized there was no escaping the torrents of cum dripping out of his cock in excitement.
I ran my tongue all over his fat head as he fucked my mouth. My mouth was open wide, and it didn’t take long for my jaw to start aching. I stroked his cock wildly with both hands begging him to cum.
Moaning he kept saying, “I’m so close baby. Just keep sucking it like that.”
I waited for his cock to explode but he just continued to fuck my mouth occasionally pushing too far and making be gag. Every time I gagged his cock stiffened and I thought he was going to cum. He didn’t.
Exhausted I pulled my face off his cock and looked at him. “You have to cum. My jaw can’t take much more of this.”
The next words out of his mouth were shocking. “I’m going to fuck your gook cunt, Grace. You won’t stop me."
I gasped, "Please go slow."
He moved closer and I felt his fat mushroom head rubbing on my lips. My hips moved against his cock and he slowly started to push it in. I gasped as my first white cock started to stretch me open. He was so gentle and waited for me to get adjust. He pushed again and his fat head popped in to me. I can still feel it like it was yesterday.
Once he got that giant white cock in me, he starting working it in and out of me nice and slow. Each thrust was deeper until his entire cock was buried in me. He leaned forward and kissed me with his hands on my breasts.
His cock slid in and out of me faster as we kissed. His tongue probed my mouth and he moaned in my mouth.
"Oh fuck yes!” he moaned and I felt his cock stiffen as he exploded in me. Holding his mouth to mine he unloaded his balls in my pussy filling me with his hot white seed.
When he finally climbed off me, I felt his cum gushing out of my pussy and down the crack of my ass. I was in shock. I couldn’t believe he came in me. He kissed me again.
“I want to be your boyfriend now Grace. I want you to be mine.” He said with his mouth inches from mine.
Nodding in a daze, I said “okay, but no more sex without protection!”
“That is for me to decide, gook holes are for white men to breed.” He replied.
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