KEANDRE: My first BBC experience at 19 – Pt. 1 [MF]

I can’t remember when my attraction to black guys started. As an Asian girl, I come from a traditional family that frowned upon any kind of interracial relationship, even more so the concept of pre-marital sex.

But I wasn’t traditional and definitely not conservative. Growing up I was the person in both my immediate and extended family who had the most liberal views and even though I lost my virginity probably later than most girls (17 years old), I knew I wasn’t going to wait for marriage. Of course, this is unthinkable for my family.

I attended university in an Asian country, away from my hometown, away from my family… So it was definitely an opportunity I took to explore. I went to a big university and we had a lot of student athletes who are mixed race or are international students. I guess seeing them on campus piqued my curiosity.

One horny night, I was swiping on Tinder when this cute black guy showed up on my feed… His main photo was of him during a basketball game and it turned out he was a student athlete. At the time, I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to hook up with a black guy, let alone if I was ready for it. I’ve only ever had sex with Asian guys before — I don’t think I have ever taken anything larger than 4″.

But I thought, fuck it, he’s cute, let’s just see what happens. I swiped right and it immediately said “It’s a match!” My heart started to race. Knowing myself, I was definitely going to initiate something. And initiate, I did — I opened with “Are you dtf?” because I’m not the type to beat around the bush when I want something. Somehow we exchanged numbers and Instagram, and next thing I know we were planning to meet up.

He had a class that night so we agreed to meet at university and drive to a nearby love motel where we can stay for a couple of hours. I picked him up and he took over the driving from there.

The love motel we went to was one of those that let you park your car in a garage that directly led to your room, so he didn’t really get a good look at me until we both got out of the car. He was much cuter in person but what I did not expect was his height. With him standing 6’2″ tall and me at barely 4’11”, he definitely towered over me which I unexpectedly found exciting. I get wet just writing this, trying to remember that moment. He asked “I forgot to ask… How old are you again?” and I thought he looked relieved when I said I was 19. He told me he was 28 and I thought the age difference made things even hotter.

We went up to our room where I started to smoke a joint, as I usually liked to just right before I fuck someone. He didn’t smoke but he was super cool and just let me do my thing… Meanwhile I like to “prep” guys with a little conversation about sex. “When did you last do it?”, “What did you do?”, “How many times did you come?”, “What is your favorite position?” Yeah, I like asking questions and I’ve been told I’m good at it.

After finishing my joint, I sat on his lap and started to carress his head, his hair… It was slightly kinky and that was the first time I touched a black person’s hair. It felt odd at first and then relaxing. I asked him, “Do you know what you want to do to me?” I was taken aback by his candidness when he said, “Honestly I am kinda scared I might break you. You look so fragile.” At less than 100lbs (I was skinny in my university days), I was definitely told numerous times that I looked like I could easily be snapped by the wind. In contrast, he was well built, muscular and obviously an athlete. It felt like my tenacity was being challenged.

We started to kiss, softly at first and then very swiftly he laid me on the bed and kissed me more. His hands were wandering in my neck, to my chest until he reached up my dress to carress between my legs. I thought my heart was going to burst — I was really going to have sex with a black guy! He removed my panties and at that moment I could feel I was already soaking. First he wet his fingers with my opening, not quite penetrating it, then he moved to my clit then down again. He repeated this until I was so horny I could almost feel a phantom dick inside me. I couldn’t wait anymore.

I pushed him to the other side of the bed so he could lay down and began to unzip his pants. He was only semi-hard but his cock was already the same size as any fully erect dick I’ve ever had before. I wasn’t sure I would be able to fit it anywhere, but there was no turning back now. I took his cock in my tiny hands and stretched my mouth as widest as I have ever had before. I don’t think it fit even halfway through but all the gagging helped me lubricate his cock and soon enough both my hands were doing sloppy work while I let my tongue work his head and he was hard in no time.

He was definitely the biggest dick I have ever had at that time. I could feel my pussy dripping and just couldn’t wait to have him inside me. I got up and positioned myself on top of him. This way I was in control of the first penetration. I held his cock and directed it to my opening and slowly lowered myself down. I don’t think I have ever felt so stretched and occupied. It hurt a little bit at first but being turned on as I was, I adjusted pretty quickly. While I was straddling him, my clit was rubbing against the soft bush he had on his crotch which was so stimulating. It’s nothing like any feeling I had being on top of a guy before.

After some time he laid me back on the bed, spread my legs and fucked me in the missionary position. I am used to guys letting me do most of the work so having him take over like that made me feel anxious, “Let me do whatever you want me to do to you… I don’t want to tire you out,” I said submissively. He slowed down, leaned into my ear and whispered “You don’t worry about me. I’m an athlete; I won’t tire out quickly, ok?” all while continuing to slowly push himself in and out of me. It sent shivers down my spine and I can still hear his soft voice in my ears to this day.

He then flipped me over in the doggy position. This was normally my favorite position but with him I must have almost died. It was hitting me way deeper, turning my moans of pleasure into screams. He quickly figured this out and the louder I screamed the deeper he pushed into me, harder and faster. I was no longer in control. It was so much pain I didn’t knew I wanted and it felt like I unlocked a whole new sensation! When he was about to cum, he pulled out of me and I removed the condom to finish him off and swallowed his load.

After we were done I just laid on the bed feeling so spent up. We cuddled for a bit until it was time to check out. He drove himself back to where his car was parked and as I was about to take over the wheel, he kissed me goodnight. And on my way home, there was a mixed feeling of disbelief over what I just did and at the same time wonder, almost hopeful, when am I going to get fucked like that again?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cveptm/keandre_my_first_bbc_experience_at_19_pt_1_mf