Kevin’s cock wasn’t that impressive, maybe five inches long and thin, but several of his friends had nice, thick, seven-inch and larger cocks.
The black guys were especially well-hung, with all of them having at least eight-inch cocks that were very thick.
I immediately fell for him, and he was everything that Kevin wasn’t to me.
He treated me with respect, and didn’t even try to fuck me until our fourth date.
After graduation, and getting away from that environment, I began to realize how demeaning my situation had been, and I resolved to find a more nurturing relationship in the future.
I still liked the feeling of being subservient to those boys, and I loved all the fucking, but maybe not quite as intensely as before.
I will begin by briefly describing my experiences in college, which will give you a better idea of my mindset as the rest of the story unfolds.
I was a late bloomer in high school, and not socially or sexually active then.
Our partying was so sexualized, that I even had some brief lesbian encounters with a couple of the other girls that hung out with us, and were fucking the boys too.
I enjoyed kissing them, sucking their tits, and eating them out, but I still liked fucking the boys the most.
I can’t even begin to describe the amount of cum that I took into my mouth and pussy over that period.
Kevin should have already graduated, but was still taking classes when I was in my senior year, and I continued to be used by him and his friends until I graduated.
I started dating a junior named Kevin, and he introduced me to the world of partying, drinking, and marijuana.