I 'm Lenny, a white, high school sophomore in a mixed-race neighborhood. It isn't what you would call a "bad" neighborhood – there isn't much crime or drugs, and everyone keeps up their property pretty well. It's really a pretty peaceful melting pot, which I like, because I really like non-white girls. I like the white girls as well, but girls of other races just seem more desirable to me – perhaps a bit exotic.

There was one black girl, Marsha, that I really liked. She was what some would call "curvy" – she had a few extra pounds, but she was very buxom and had an ass to die for! I'm kind of an "ass man" anyway – and I loved the way her big round cheeks moved when she walked. I want to ask her out, but I wasn't sure she would agree – of course I had to get over my fear of failure.

I knew I had to get started or I'd never get anywhere with her, so I asked her to have lunch with me, and I was delighted when she agreed. We got our lunches and found a small table off to the side where we could talk privately. Talking with girls is different than talking with boys, and I wasn't very experienced with it, so I started out talking about our classes. That went well, but then she made the conversation more personal.

"You're pretty open minded," she began, "And I wonder how you feel about inter-racial dating."

"I think it's great if both agree," I replied, "In fact I prefer non-white girls – to me they are just more interesting."

"Interesting, or forbidden?" Marsha asked.

"Maybe a little of both," I replied, "But I hope not really forbidden – at least not you."

Marsha smiled and put her hand on mine. It was the first time we touched and it was electric! "I kind of thought there was something you wanted to ask me," she said, "But were having a tough time getting to it."

"You're right," I agreed, "Marsha, I really like you and want to date you."

"I like you too, Lenny," she replied, "And I'd love to go out with you. But even though things seem to be really open at our school, there are some who think that kind of thing shouldn't happen, so there might be some nasty remarks."

"I can handle that if you can," I said. Marsha smiled and squeezed my hand.

"Now I have something I've been wanting to ask you," she said.

"I couldn't help noticing that you look at my ass a lot," she said.

I blushed, and responded, "I didn't think I was that obvious about it – I meant no offense."

"I just love the way white boys blush when they're embarrassed!" Marsha said, "I'm actually flattered that you like my fat ass – from the way you look at it, you seem to be lusting after it!"

"I like everything about a girl," I replied, "But I have a special liking for a nice round bottom."

"It's round alright!" Marsha acknowledged, "I'll bet you'd like to slip your white dick into it."

I was speechless and blushing beet-red. What's the appropriate thing to say at moments such as this?

Marsha giggled at my embarrassment. "I'll make it easy on you," she said, "Just answer yes or no – would you like that. I was completely tongue-tied and could only nod.

"I'll make you a deal," she said, "You can do that, but only if your tongue is there first!"

Now I was really speechless! I never thought our lunch conversation would ever take this turn.

I spent that afternoon daydreaming about Marsha. I secretly fantasized about licking a girl's ass – I'd read about rimming online, and even though it seemed like a really dirty thing to do, I found it to be a real turn-on.

The next I saw Marsha and walked her to her first class. "Did I give you something to think about yesterday?" she asked with a sly grin.

"You sure did!" I agreed, "And I'm ready when you are."

"Good," Marsha replied, "Come to my house after school and we'll get to know each other better." I quickly agreed.

I arrived at Marsha's filled with anticipation. Marsha welcomed me with a kiss, and put her hand on my crotch as we our tongues danced together.

"Now before we go any further," Marsha said, "You need to take your clothes off."

"But what about you?" I asked, eager to see her naked.

"I will, but I need to know you are brave enough to undress first," she responded. I undressed and stacked my clothes on a nearby chair. Marsha took my cock in her hand and fondled me to full erection.

"Nice cock," she said. I realized that she was just being polite – my cock wasn't tiny, but I couldn't compete with black guys.

"I wish I were hung as well as most black guys," I said.

"I like you as you are," Marsha said, "You'll feel really good in my ass! I don't like the big ones – they hurt."

"I'm still waiting to see your lovely body," I said, and Marsha began to undress.

"I know you're an ass-man," she said, as she slipped off her panties and turned her ass to me, "I hope you'll like my fat ass!"

"It looks wonderful," I said, admiring her ample buns.

Marsha led me to her bedroom and knelt on the bed on all fours, with her ass facing me. "Now show me how much you like it."

I knelt on the floor next to her bed and kissed one cheek, then the other, and the licked her crack.

"Mmmm," she said, "You're on the right track – keep going!"

I spread her cheeks, exposing her lovely pucker. I licked across it and then brought my lips to it, kissing her and extending my tongue into her. I had never rimmed a girl before but had often fantasized about it and was now living my fondest dream.

I rimmed Marsha for a few minutes, as my tongue began to tire – I wished it were longer but had to work with what I had. Marsha turned around and took hold of my cock, now throbbing with excitement. She put lube in her hand and rubbed it all over my cock.

"Now give me all you've got!" she said, kneeling again and reaching back to spread her cheeks for me. I pressed my cock to her pucker and slowly pressed into her, not wanting to hurt her. Quickly she pushed back on me, forcing me in all the way – it was a truly wonderful feeling. I put my hands on her big round hips and pumped in and out of her, trying to hold back, so I gave her a good ride. Despite my best efforts I could only last a few minutes before I emptied my load in her. I leaned over Marsha, catching my breath after such a wonderful experience.

After a few minutes I pulled out and Marsha rolled over and layed on the bed. I went into the bathroom to wash up and returned to lay next to her. I knew that girls liked to be cuddled after sex, so I put my arm around her.

After we rested awhile she said, "Lenny, if I'm gonna be your girlfriend I want to give you what all white boys want."

"Marsha dear," I replied, "You already have."

"I know you love my ass, "But I want you to have what white boys want even more than that!"

"What could be better?" I asked.

"You'll see!" was Marsha's mysterious reply.

I went home, puzzling what Marsha meant by that. It really didn't matter, she just showed me the time of my life!

The next day Marsha invited me over again and I looked forward to a repeat of yesterday. I undressed as she directed, but this time she said she had something a little different in mind. She led me to her bedroom where she had a massage table set up. She told me to lay on the table, on my back. I got on the table and Marsha said, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, of course," I replied.

As I replied she wrapped a Velcro strap around one of my wrists, securing it to the table. I didn't expect that, but before I could object, Marsha asked again, "Do you REALLY trust me? If you do, you'll go with this – I promise you that you'll like it."

I agreed and soon Marsha had my other wrist secured to the table. I lay there naked on my back, unable to resist. I had no experience with bondage but was willing to go along with her kinky game. Next Marsha climbed up on the table, facing my feet, and lowered her ass to my face, spreading her cheeks. She brought her pucker to my lips, and I eagerly extended my tongue into her, rimming her once again.

Marsha moaned and said I was very talented orally. Then she raised up and got off the table. She got on again, this time facing me and brought her pussy to my mouth. "Now show me what you can do this way," she said. I licked her soon her juices were running all over my face.

"Now open your mouth fully," she said. As I did, she raised up and I felt something enter my mouth. Marsha got off the table and I saw a black guy kneeling over me with his cock in my mouth!

"Relax Lenny," Marsha said, "This is David, my brother. Just enjoy holding him in your mouth – it's something all white boys love." She took hold of my cock, now gone limp, and fondled me back to arousal. She put lube on my cock head and massaged it, driving me wild with pleasure until I shot my load on my belly. I immediately felt ashamed for cumming with a cock in my mouth!

David got off me, then Marsha pressed her mouth to mine and said, "I hope you enjoyed that – you'll have all you want."

"But I'm straight!" I insisted, "I'm no cocksucking faggot!" I strained at the velcro straps but could not get free.

"You didn't take that very well," she said, "But give it some time – you'll love it."

David left the room, and Marsha released the Velcro straps. "You tricked me!" I said.

"But you liked everything up until David entered your mouth," she said, "I just wanted to give you what all white boys want."

"This white boy doesn't!" I said, "I feel completely humiliated!"

"I'm so sorry you feel that way," she said, "Give it a chance – soon you'll love it."

I was really upset and just wanted to get away, but Marsha insisted that we talk about it, and that I not leave in anger.

"Lenny, I just wanted to give you what all white boys want," Marsha said, "I didn't want to upset you."

"Why did you tie down my wrists?" I asked, "You must have known I wouldn't willingly go along with this."

"Some white boys don't at first," she said, "But they all do eventually."

"Well, it's not something I want at all," I insisted "I'm no faggot."

"Don't be so judgmental," Marsha said, "It's just a basic human need. I needed you to experience it and am sure you will grow to love it."

We got dressed and I kissed Marsha before I departed, still wanting to be with her, even after what she did to me.

That night when I went to bed I jacked-off – something I often did. I started out thinking about rimming Marsha, but soon the thought of David in my mouth took over. I'd actually cum with him in my mouth, and now it was becoming an unwelcomed part of my fantasy. I came while remembering him in my mouth. I felt ashamed for cumming that way, but soon drifted off to sleep.

On the way to school the next day I thought about sucking David, and how Marsha insisted that it was something I would like. How could she have misjudged me so completely? Worse yet, is it possible that I just might start to like it?

When I saw Marsha and her lovely smile, my heart melted.

"Still mad at me?" she asked.

"I just can't stay mad at you," I said.

"Have you thought more about what happened yesterday?" she asked.

"I couldn't help it," I said

"Then you are warming up to it?" she asked.

"I wouldn't put it that way," I said, "Did you really think I'd like it?"

"Actually, yes," Marsha replied, "At least most white boys do."

"Well, I'm not like other white boys," I said.

"Maybe not," Marsha acknowledged, "Most normal white boys grow to really love it." I just couldn't understand why Marsha wanted me to be a cocksucker.

"So I'm not normal, you're saying?" I responded.

"Oh Lenny, this is such a hard conversation to have," Marsha said, "You are a wonderful guy and I just wanted everything to be perfect for you."

"I've got a lot on my mind," I said, "Can we take a break from this for a bit?" Marsha agreed, and I didn't go home with her after school.

Instead I went home and entertained myself looking at online porn. I liked the inter-racial porn and watched white guys with hot black girls. Then the scene switched to a white guy sucking a black guy. I was about to close the video when I noticed that the white guy seemed to really be enjoying it. I didn't get it – what was he getting out of it? I watched, mainly out of curiosity, but then noticed my arousal mounting. Soon I was stroking and came just as the black guy shot his load into the white guy's open mouth!

Once again I felt ashamed after cumming. I was ashamed that I found it so arousing and feared that I might begin to like it. At bedtime I jacked-off again and once again came thinking about a black cock dumping into my mouth.

The next day I was glad to see Marsha and confessed that I was really confused. I agreed to come to her house, but said we really had to talk about things first. She said she just wanted it all to be right for me.

"How about giving it another try?" Marsha asked, "This time without the Velcro strips – just kneel and hold him in your mouth and see if it isn't better if you aren't forced."

What I thought she meant was that I would like it if I did it voluntarily, but that didn't make sense to me. Still, I just had to know, and maybe if I tried this and proved to Marsha this wasn't for me, she would drop the whole silly thing.

So I agreed and undressed for Marsha. She stroked me to arrousal and then David entered the room. Marsha had me kneel while David took out his cock and approached me.

"Just open your mouth and close your eyes," she said, "Let your tongue explore David and get to know him."

That sure sounded pretty gay, but I had to at least show that I tried if I was ever going to get Marsha to drop this absurd idea. Eyes closed, I felt David enter my mouth. It actually wasn't all that bad. Aside from the humiliation of sucking a cock, it didn't feel bad in my mouth. Actually it felt kind of nice, like it belonged there – but I quickly forced that thought out of my mind. Then the porn image from yesterday entered my mind – the white guy enjoying the black cock.

Marsha was stroking my cock, so I couldn't help but get aroused – it was from her, not from David, I was sure. As my arousal mounted, without thinking about it I moved my tongue around and sucked David. The more aroused I became the more vigorously I sucked, and too my horror he came in my mouth! It was really strong tasting and would have disgusted me if I wasn't so aroused. David's climax pushed me over the edge and soon Marsha made me cum as well. Then the guilt hit me, and David's load almost made me puke.

"Swallow quickly," Marsha urged me, "And it will be gone." I pulled back from David and swallowed, but even with my mouth empty I had a really bad aftertaste – a continuing reminder of the depraved act I just committed!

Marsha kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth. "Lenny you are so brave to do that," she said, "I'm so proud of you."

I really liked Marsha, but sure didn't like what she did to me. I wasn't sure I'd ever be the same! What was I thinking? – this was all forced on me and I don't have to ever do it again – I may have just sucked a cock and swallowed a load but I'm still straight, and mean to remain that way!

"I really have to go," I said to Marsha.

She kissed me and said, "Please don't hate me."

"I don't hate you," I assured her, "But I sure don't like what you've done."

"Give it some time," she said, "Sleep on it and see how you feel."

I went home and during my bedtime jack-off, once again I thought of sucking David, and came as I imagined him cumming in my mouth. The guilt was horrible, but soon I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning and stroked as I showered and realized that I couldn't get David's cock out of my mind. I liked being straight but couldn't shake a depraved desire to suck cock!

I talked with Marsha about it at school and she apologized for how difficult it was for me, but said it was simply part of my accepting what I really wanted deep down.

"But I'm not gay," I insisted. I avoided saying faggot for Marsha's sake because it's so judgmental.

"Of course not," she said, "You are my boyfriend – you just like to suck black cocks, like most white boys do."

"Marsha, I just don't get why you've put me through all this," I said.

"It's simple," she explained, "I don't want you to be interested in other girls – you are mine alone – but you can suck all the black cocks you want – just come back to me and stay away from other girls. Deep down, white boys all love black cock and by giving you that, you can remain true to me."

That was a strange line of reasoning that made more sense to Marsha than it did to me, but I didn't argue with her. I went to her house after school for the next few days, and it was just the two of us, and it was great.

"Is David going to be joining us?" I asked. It was only then that I realized that I did indeed want to suck him.

"No," Marsha replied, "If you want to suck him you can meet with him privately." When we are together it's just us alone.

That was fine with me, I didn't think I'd have the nerve to approach David anyway. That was a really strange twist of event that Marsha put me though, and I was really glad it was behind us!

A couple more days went by and my relationship with Marsha was better than ever. But I just couldn't help thinking about sucking David, and finally I resolved to approach him, but I wasn't sure what to say. How do you ask for such a thing?

I saw David at school and approached him. He could tell immediately that I was tongue-tied and said, "Is there something you wanted to ask me?" I just nodded, but still could not form the words to ask him.

"Do you want to suck me?" he asked, and again I nodded. "Great!" he said, "How about right after school?"

Now that the difficult part was over I found that I could speak and quickly agreed. I was scheduled to see Marsha but if I got there early I'd have time to suck David and then see Marsha.

I arrived at David's and he took me into his bedroom, unzipped and took out his cock. I dropped to my knees and began to suck him. By now I had cum so many times thinking about this that I didn't hesitate in the least. I sucked David, and truly wanted him to cum in my mouth. When he did, I welcomed it. The taste was still very strong – unlike anything else, but somehow, I now liked it. David pulled out and I swallowed. I stood up as David put his cock away and he asked if I'd suck him tomorrow, and I agreed.

I opened the bedroom door and found Marsha standing outside, smiling. "I saw the whole thing and I'm so proud of you!" she said, leading me to her bedroom, where we passionately spent the next hour.

I left, feeling good about all that had happened. I really did like sucking David, especially when it helped my relationship with Marsha.

One day David asked me if I'd like to suck other guys – to have a little variety. I enjoyed sucking David and didn't really want to be a cum slut, but I was curious about other guys. I have to admit that as I saw other black guys in school, I just couldn't resist wondering what their cocks were like. I thought about it and told David I'd be interested, but only a few guys. David told me he would invite a friend over tomorrow after school.

The next day I went to David's and Jake was there, and he knew exactly what I was there for – he had his cock out and I got right to work. It was nice to have a little variety and I listened intently as he guided me to doing just what he liked the best. Soon he came, and his load tasted a little different from David's, but it still had that unmistakable taste of cum.

A few days later Jake approached me and asked me to suck him in the boy's room. I was nervous about it, but he assured me that it happened all the time, so I joined him there. He directed me into a stall where I sat down. He unzipped and I sucked him, ignoring the noise made by other guys. When Jake came, he stepped back and another guy took his place. He was a complete stranger to me, but he presented his cock, absolutely certain that I would suck him – and I did. After he finished two other guys gave me their cocks and I drained them as well.

I left the boy's room, realizing that I was indeed a cum slut, and felt pretty good about it. That night I jacked off imagining that I was blowing an entire room full of black studs.

My relationship with Marsha continued and one day she said, "I hear that you are getting to know quite a few guys."

"Yes, but I have to be careful," I said, "I don't want word getting around the entire school."

"It already is," said Marsha, smiling, "At least all the guys know – the black ones at least."

I was shocked. If she wasn't exaggerating, that meant that hundreds of black guys knew I was a cocksucker. It seemed that I now had quite a reputation. It bothered me that everywhere I went in school, the black guys would look at me and know I was a cocksucker. At least at first. Soon I really warmed up to it, because guys would approach me regularly for blowjobs.

I didn't even have to do it in the boy's room stalls. Sometimes they would just gather around me, and I'd blow one while the rest watched. All that anyone outside the group could see was a gathering of black guys, but I was the center of attention.

I really loved Marsha, and while she is wonderfully fun to be with, I am truly indebted to her for introducing me to black cock!

  To be continued . . .

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