My new black boyfriend (Part 1) - Sex Stories

My new black boyfriend (Part 1)

Hey y’all. Haven’t written in awhile and I’m a little unsure about putting this new stuff out there, but here’s your first taste of my new writing. This isn’t my fiction stuff. This is back to writing about my life. There’s a lot more to come and I have a lot of blanks to fill in, but I’ll get there. Give me time. :-) If you're unfamiliar with my background, check my profile and blog for details and other true stories about my sex life. Spit was getting everywhere. It was running down my chin, between my tits, it was all over my face, my hand was coated. It ran down his cock and over his balls in thick ropey strands. I'd been blowing him for almost thirty minutes and I hadn't even tasted any pre-cum yet. I had one hand cupped under his balls, the other wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft. My mouth was wrapped around the head and I let myself sink down as far as I could and then held it until another gag came. I pulled away before I threw up. “I need a break.” “Chill,” he said with a smile. Ramell took another sip of his beer. I'd been on my knees between his legs while he was sitting on the couch. His cock was remarkably still pretty hard. He'd already come three times today and it was only 3pm. That was the first night I'd spent with Ramell and it was strange and wonderful at the same time. I'd woken him up with a blowjob in the morning to start. We'd been cuddling while we were half awake and I felt his cock brush against my thigh and he'd been unbelievably ...

... hard. He'd cum in just minutes. Later that morning, we fucked in the shower until the hot water ran out. Then he turned off the water and kept fucking me until he came deep inside me. After that, I'd made him breakfast and we'd lounged on the couch, half-naked, and gotten stoned together. It was a beautiful, lazy Tuesday. Around 2:30pm we were watching a really bad movie and out of the blue he just says, “Think I need my dick sucked.” Part of my brain yelled, “Already? Again?” But I didn't say that outloud. Instead, I smiled and crawled between his legs, happy to have something better to focus on than that movie. Ramell's dick is gorgeous. It's long, a little on the thin side, cut and with a tiny bend at the head so that even when he's fully erect, his cock points straight out across the room when he's standing. I've been dating Ramell for four months and it's something I didn't think would last for four days when we first met. I didn't think he was someone I would be letting cum inside me bareback. I didn't think he was someone who would meet Clarence and Anne. I didn't think he was someone who when he referred to me as his girlfriend to his roommates, I wouldn't flinch. I didn't think I'd be dating someone twenty years younger. But there I was, sitting naked on his floor, between his legs. I leaned back against the couch and wrapped my hands up around his knees and watched the movie again for a few minutes. Ramell reached down and touched my left hand. He rubbed at my wedding ...