Bea’s Story

Introduction

I could watch the sunrise from here If I wanted. I could go out on the balcony of my bedroom, let the cool morning air hug my naked body, and watch sun rise over the Atlantic Ocean. But instead of watching that beautiful sight from my new beach-front home, I’m watching an exhausted black man sleep in my bed. If I smoked cigarettes, I’d definitely be puffing on one.

Eric is a beautiful sight in his own right. He’s tall, muscular, dark-brown, nearly shaven hair on his head, a trimmed landscape of hair around his cock. I eye his manhood while he sleeps, I could stare at his black dick all day. But doing so would only drive me insane with lust and desire for it.

I met him a few weeks ago at the gym. He walked past me, nodding, smiling politely. I did the same. We both embarrassed ourselves when we caught each other checking the other out. We looked over our shoulders. I giggled, he turned away, probably cursing himself.

We spoke the next time I saw him. He was very shy, but friendly. I could tell he wanted our conversation to continue on, but he had no idea how to make that happen. I wondered if he ever spoke to a woman out and about like that. Ultimately, I didn’t care. His gorgeous black body, my preference in a man, was all I saw. We exchanged names, then on a whim, before we left the gym for the day, I gave him my number. Eric looked like he didn’t know what to do with it! I couldn’t help but laugh at this shy, huge, black man feeling awkward after a white woman gave him her number.

I later found out why he was so shy and awkward. It made his overly obvious, poor attempts at flirting on our date, his nervousness shining through at the end, and his stammering and stumbling as I took him to bed that night make sense – he had just turned 18.

It was beautiful. Whispering in his ear to relax as I straddled my naked body on his. Kissing his thick, full lips slowly before sliding his massive cock inside me. Cumming on him almost instantly, while he tenderly held me.

After I climaxed for the very first time on him, we kissed again. There was something magical about this guy, this high school student. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but suffice to say we had sex as much as we could over the next few weeks.

He snuck out after going to bed to meet up with me. I fucked him hard in the school’s parking lot, before class. And now last night; he told his parents he was staying at a classmate’s house, lying so he could spend the night with me.

We went on and on and on. This machine, this 18-year-old black kid, made love to me like he’s known me forever. It was so beautiful. It’s like we fit perfectly – his cock in my pussy, my body in his arms.

His cock twitched. I wonder what he’s dreaming about? I smile and step outside to the balcony, the cool morning air hugging me. What a night we had. What life I’ve had. Maybe I was made for him. I’ve never felt this way before.

I sit and watch the sun rise, running my hands through my wild, red hair. I chuckle, thinking about all the black men I’ve been with, none have been like Eric.

As the years have flown by, all those men seem to have prepared me for this young man sleeping in my bed. I’ve never been with a white man; all have been black. They all worshiped my body, just like I did theirs – it’s as though I was practicing for Eric.

Did I love him? I’ve loved many black men, but never been “in love” with them. Maybe I am now.

I needed to get away, to think about things. Since I love traveling, I decided to take a road trip. I’ve taken many in my life, but this would be to think about giving my life to this young black man. That’s more than just my breasts, my pussy, my body, but my life. I had to think about seriously committing to someone, and in my late 30s, maybe even marriage. Would it be with Eric? Would he go to college? Would he give up everything for me? Would I let this perfect feeling toward a perfect black man go?

There was so much to think about. A two-week road trip would help.

Another factor pushing me to travel was a death of another black man. He was my favorite. Old Man Hoover, I called him. Not that death is ever convenient, besides for someone in constant agony, but traveling to that southern Florida trailer park to pay my respects to his family gave me a specific destination.



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I have secrets. We all do. A few of them, only those close to me know; a couple, only I know. Eric is the type of guy, 18 or not, I could tell everything to.

I pulled my Glock 17 9mm handgun out of my top draw. Put a clip in and turned off the safety. “I’m ready,” I told my sister Bella.

“For what? A road trip or assassination mission?” she joked. She was naked, like me, lying in Eric’s arms.

“No silly. I take my friend along in case anyone tries any funny business,” I told her.

“I thought that’s what you wanted?”

“Well, non-sexual, funny business.”

I put the gun in my purse and take stock of everything. “Ok, bikinis, money, phone, makeup, a couple of dresses, my gun, purse, and Eric’s balls are empty. I think I’m good to go.”

“Yes. When his nuts refill, I’ll be here to drain them!” Bella kissed Eric’s cheek, running her hands over his chest.

Her and I are very close. Bella agreed to make sure Eric was taken care of while I was gone. I wondered if the fact I needed Eric to be properly serviced throughout the day, was a sign I truly loved him, trusting my sister to be a substitute, or if I really loved black cock. I think it’s a bit of both.

“You sure you don’t want a ride?” Bella asked, watching me pull on a simple sundress, no underwear.

“Nope. I’m hitchhiking the entire way.”

I went over to Eric to kiss him goodbye. A simple kiss on the lips escalates into more. Our tongues get involved, our mouths close on top of one another’s, his hands groped my chest. I want to throw this dress off and fuck his brains out.
“Mmm, yeah, there we go,” Bella watched us make out.

“She’ll take care of you, baby,” I ended the kiss, wiping my mouth, adjusting my dress.

“Yeah, I’ll miss you though,” Eric said.

“I’ll miss you too. See you two in a couple weeks,” I sighed and left. They waved goodbye when I looked over my shoulder, Bella running her hands over Eric’s naked perfection.

***

One secret, that only I and Bella know, is my sexuality. I came up with a term for it. While technically I’m bi-sexual, I drill down further to be more specific. The term I came up with is Afrosexual. It probably already exists, but I don’t care.

I’m an Afrosexual. I define it as only being sexually attracted to those of African descent; black men being number one. I like women too, of any race, but black men are what do it the most for me.

I walked along a few miles, making my way to the interstate. From there it was a few minutes when a trucker picked me up.

“Hi!” I cheerily said, smiling widely at the black driver.

“You need a lift?”

“Please.”

“Get on up in here,” he motioned.

“Thank you so much,” I adjusted my dress and sat up front with him. “Wow, never been in one of these before.”

“Heh, yeah. Where you headed? I’m going to Miami,” the driver said, glancing over my body.

“Me too. But not yet. I’m planning on doing some camping. Can you drop off at Brunswick?” I asked.

“Yes ma’am,” the middle-aged black man said.

As soon as I started becoming sexually attracted to people, it was black guys that I’d look at. When I daydreamed of my wedding, the groom was black. When I thought about going to the prom, my date was black. When I thought about sex, or losing my virginity, the guy was black. Every sexual thought or fantasy with a male, he was black.

At the mall with friends, they’d giggle if cute boys would walk by us. I only did if the boys were black. Going back further, in middle school, I had “boyfriend” of sorts, nothing real, he was black. We’d share lunch, we even held hands. I thought it was incredible. The others picked on me, I didn’t understand why at the time. I’d learn why as I got older.

In high school, I got my real first boyfriend. I lost my virginity to him. His name was Reymond and he was probably the nerdiest kid in school. When I was picked on by my friends, I thought at first it was because of that. He was tall, lanky, glasses, but excelled at math, helping me out immensely. Sure there were jocks that were much hotter, but Reymond was sweet.

My friends picked on me because he was black. A couple of them stopped being my friends altogether. Reymond and I ignored them. We kept studying, kept fucking, and kept cumming.

He moved away with his family in the summer. Our last night together was a marathon 69 session, followed by hours of sex on my bedroom floor. I didn’t want my parents to hear the bed banging against the wall. Just before dawn, I snuck him out, and said goodbye. It’d be a few years before I saw him again.




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“Thank you again for taking me down here,” I told the driver. He handed me some candy from the gas station he stopped at, halfway to Brunswick.

“No problem. You like chocolate?” he asked, nodding to the candy.

“Heh, I love chocolate,” I answered, his eyes widening, his mouth dropping when I pulled my dress off over my head. I sat there smiling at him.

“Uh, I’m a little ahead of schedule,” he looked over his shoulder to the back cab compartment. “You wanna?”

“I do.”

I straddled him back there, kissing him, feeling his erection get bigger and bigger against my pussy. Mmm, I loved it.

A moment later, I fished that big dick out, and was on my knees sucking all over it.

I wondered if people could see the cab of his huge truck rocking to and fro in the parking lot of the gas station. I was riding his cock so hard and fast, he lost track of time.

“Shit, girl, I gotta get back on the road,” he grabbed my waist, stopping my bouncing.

“Wait, I want you to cum though.”

“Well get back on your knees and suck that dick, then.”

A couple minutes later, he filled my mouth. I swallowed several large gulps of semen.

I laughed when he rushed to the front cab, cock still dripping cum and hastily put his seat belt on. I wiped my mouth and joined him. I put my belt on and remained nude.

***

School started up again soon and with it, my second boyfriend. He was a year older than me, a football star, and reminded me a little of Eric. He was ripped, built, huge. I still missed Reymond, but Marquis quickly made me forget.

I feel hard in love with him. I went everywhere with him. Football games, practices, the mall, everywhere. I was the only white girl at his family functions. I was his girl and he kept me in constant orgasmic bliss.

Summer was spent mostly sneaking over to his house for sex. When school started back up, he’d pick up each morning I’d suck his cock in his car until it was time to go to class. I accompanied him to two proms. Each one ending in an all-night fuck fest. We’d roll around, telling each other how much we loved one another, then climax together.

When he dumped me, my heart felt like it shriveled up and blew away like powder in the wind. I was beyond crushed. He told me he was going to college and wanted to be single.

When I started my senior year of high school, I discovered I had no friends; no white ones at least. The white girls looked at me with disgust, the white guys ignored me. The black girls were almost downright aggressive with me. I learned a lot my first couple weeks back at school.

I couldn’t help what I was, what I craved and preferred. I hadn’t even come up with the Afrosexual term yet.

Stereotypes are based in reality. Was I a stereotype? A stereotypical white trash, slut that sleeps around with all the black guys? I didn’t feel like that. Yes, I was only attracted to blacks, but only had sex with two by that point. Both were my boyfriends; the second I was madly in love with.

At this point I got angry. I was miserable, heartbroken, people thought I was something I didn’t think I was. If that’s all they saw in me, in my teenage immaturity, I decided to play the part.

I started with the football team first, having sex with Marquis’ old teammates. By the time Halloween approached, I was done with them, and was having my first gang bang at a party. There was about 20 or so that fucked me that night. I was getting tossed around from black guy to black guy. Some of them went to my school, some didn’t.

I saw a few classmates roll their eyes and leave, after watching my naked body getting taken by several black men at once. That’d give them something to talk about come Monday.

By the end of the first semester, I finished having sex with the basketball team – all the black ones of course. I never once let myself feel love for any of them. I didn’t want to get hurt again. I didn’t want another Marguis to happen. So I fucked them all instead. I didn’t want to get hurt and I didn’t want to hurt them – making them and myself cum was my only goal.

Spring break arrived, I was exhausted. However, I was busy. I was driving down to Miami to check out the University there. It was for a tour to see if I’d be interested in going.

My parents were busy and told me to go alone. They said I was an adult and needed to handle things on my own.

I was ok with that, thinking I’d meet some black college students while there. I didn’t. The orientation and tour was informational, helpful, but not exciting. It all seemed standard, normal.

On the way back home, the next day, was when I met the man who recently died. He’s a man that had the best black cock I’ve ever had.




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“Alright, here you go,” the driver pulled to a stop, letting me out. I put my dress on and thanked.

“You sure you don’t want anything else?” I asked.

“Sweetie, you’ve made me late!” he smiled. “I gotta get going.”

“Alright, thank you so much,” I hopped out of the cab and started walking. I never got his name.

I walked a few miles to my destination – Jekyll Island. I was going to do some camping.

I rented a small tent from the site’s general store and headed on. The cashier gave me a funny look. I get those a lot. I guess he wondered what I was doing there all by myself, in a pretty sundress, with only a purse. I smiled and waved bye to him.

I set up camp near the back of the campground, next to someone else. They weren’t there, but I could see smoke billowing up from their fire.

After my tent was set up, I got on a bikini, and went hunting – for a few things.

The beach was gorgeous. I walked for a couple hours, standing by the trees, walking along the water, exploring really. There were muddy creeks that flowed into the ocean. I looked around, watching birds scoop down and get fish. I felt at peace.

I thought of Eric back home, assuming my sister was tending to him like I asked. He’s so sweet. He was accepted to a college a few hours away. I was hoping he’d go, but wondered if he’d drop out to stay with me. Part of me wanted him to, but that would be a huge mistake. Sitting on the sand, digging my toes in, I thought how fun it’d be to visit him, his friends seeing an older, late 30s woman in his bed.

***

On my drive back home from the college tour in Miami, my mind pretty much made up that’s where I wanted to attend, my parent’s car broke down. It was a couple hours north of Miami in a swampy, middle of nowhere, area.

I didn’t know what to do. This was the late 90s, cell phones existed, but not everyone and their grandma had one.

I needed to find a payphone. I was getting hot in the midday sun. I couldn’t sit there in the car and cook. I had to call my parents, then get it towed somewhere. I got out and walked on the quiet back road. I was stopped a few minutes later.

“Miss? You ok, honey?” a black man rolled down his window.

“Yeah, my car broke down back there. Looking for a payphone,” I answered.

The older black man looked to be in his 60s, smiled at me, “I’ll give you a ride. Can you trust an old, ugly black man?”

I laughed, “You’re not ugly!”

“I’m old though.”

“Well, sorta.”

“Old enough to be your grandpa. Hop in, I’ll help get that car towed and fixed for free.”

“Free?”

“Yes Miss, you’ll be back on the road by this evening. My name’s Hoover.”

“Hoover? Like the vacuum cleaner?” I joked.

“Hey, you got that right!”

“I’m Bea. Nice to meet you.”

We approached trailer park where Hoover lived, he spoke in hushed tones when we got out. “Now listen, one of my sons will tow your car and fix you up.”

He leaned in close, gently grabbing my arm, “I don’t want you to be afraid.”

“Afraid?” I became afraid when he said that.

“What you gon’ see here. It’s all consensual. It’s all requested. It’s all good. You can ignore it and head on into the trailer there and wait for your car, or you can join in on the fun. It’s up to you, Miss.”

“Um, ok,” I was confused.

“Follow me. Feel free to head to that trailer, if you want. No one is forcing you to do anything. You hear me?”

“Sure,” I shrugged, having no idea what he was talking about.

I found out a moment later. Fear faded, replaced with curiosity then joy at the sight 40 feet away from me.

My mouth dropped as I watched three white women, in their 30s and 40s, naked around a fire getting fucked by a group of black men. One was tied to a tree, getting take from behind. Another on her back on a bench, a black man on top. The third squatting up and down on a cock, while jacking off two others.

I took a step forward, Hoover stopped me. “Hey now, listen, they came and visited us on their own. They show up every once in a while for a good time. You don’t have to participate.”

I kept walking toward the group. Hoover tried to stop me. “If you feel you too young for this, head on back, turn away.”

I kept walking, he kept blabbing on and on. “Ain’t nothing illegal here, other than nudity outside a house. There’s a pretty little white cop that doesn’t give us any trouble. These women asked us to do this.”

“Hoover,” I turned to face him, glaring at him. “I want every single one of you to fuck me.”

He paused, eyes darting left and right, he cleared his throat, “Ok Miss, right this way.”

There I was, 18 years old, Spring Break of my final year of high school in my second gang bang.

It was a blur, a total blur or sex, sweat, and semen. I came and came and came with around 30 or so black men that lived in that trailer park. When one was done, I’d beg for more.

“Harder!” I’d yell.

I had a cock in each hand, in each hole, my face eventually covered in cum.

I was soaking wet with sweat caused by the humidity during the day, then the hot bonfire that night. The sweat rinsed cum off me.

They tied me to a tree. The whipped me with belts. Later they penetrated me anally.

I realized then, this was going to be my life – constant sex with black men.

After midnight, having forgotten to call my parents, I limped to Hoover’s trailer. When I entered it, I fell to my knees, partly exhausted, but partly weakened by the longest, most beautiful black cock I’d ever seen.

Hoover was naked, in bed, casually jacking off. “Been waitin’ for you. Come on over here and get this dick, Miss.”

I crawled to him, my mouth and pussy salivating. I climbed onto his fold-out couch, grabbed that old black dick, and fucking worshipped it.

I orgasmed several times just by licking and sucking all over it. It was so long, so gorgeous.

When that thing entered me, I shook and spasmed. It was the best cock I’d ever had and would remain so for many, many years.

Hoover grabbed my tits and sucked like an angry, starving baby. There was no milk to get, but he could’ve sucked them dry if there was.