The Deep South

-The Magic Words-

"Right there, right there right there..."

There's something almost arousing in just reading those words. The frantic pacing presumed with them, the sound of need that should be clear in your voice, the obvious path to pleasure those words are clearing for your lover... it feels good to say those words, but it feels even better when you can't utter them out at all. There was a time where I didn't even have the chance to feel that way, which now that I mention it, feels a million miles off though it had only been nearly a year ago. I want to explain it to you better, because I think there is serious lesson in here for other women, but I'll be sure to be descriptive, because I know there are a lot of guys out there who want to know too. So let's start with the basics.

My name is Amber Frazure, and I'm 20 years old. I'm a fun sized 5'4 and only 115lbs (I got used to being called fun sized in high school, and I really couldn't disagree with that description). I have honey blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, I'm slim and fit (as I love running), and while I'm loathe to put it in such terms, I have somewhat underwhelming B cup breasts, but I like to think I make up for that with my shapely butt and toned legs. I'm definitely more of a girly girl, as I spend plenty of time shopping for new clothes, casually experimenting with yoga, and getting mani/pedicures like clockwork (which trust me, when you're a runner, it always pays to treat your feet right). My parents are humble and slightly conservative folks who raised me in a quiet southern suburb, and this was my first year at college (though that's merely the backdrop and not really relevant to the story). I was dating a nice enough boy named Dale, who I had met pretty early on during my time there, and while our relationship was fine, the sex, it turns out... was not.

-18 and Up-

"Oh yeah baby, you like that..?" Dale had said, his face dewy with sweat, his pale white chest looking waxy in the low light of his dorm, his body swaying with each thrust.

I didn't respond, I just nodded, letting out little noises of pleasure. I wasn't an expert at sex, as I hadn't been doing it very long (I was a good girl, after all), but I was enjoying myself enough in the moment to appreciate it. As you might expect, I had a lot to learn.

"Oh fuck baby, I don't think I can pull out in time..." Dale said, though there wasn't very much urgency in his voice.

I knew he wanted to cum inside me. It's a guy thing, a power trip, all about claiming a girl. But, I hadn't let him do it before, and I wasn't going to start now, pill or not. I had already taken quite the risk of letting him go unprotected, as he had swore it just didn't feel right otherwise.

"You'd better." I said, sitting up slightly on my elbows, and even in the darkness, I know he saw my expression, just like I saw the disappointment tinge the corners of his mouth.

He looked like he wanted to protest, but he pulled out, and turned, grabbing one of my socks and jerking himself to completion inside of it, letting out a gasp of relief and satisfaction as he did. We had come to that arrangement, him using my socks, as it let him mark his territory, and kept his sperm off me. I was NOT trying to get pregnant like my mom had so early in life. She had only been 17 when she had me, and I know she always felt trapped by it, though she loved me. I could wear my shoes back to my own dorm without socks on, and I'd make sure they got thoroughly washed before going back into service.

"Baby... one of these days, you've got to let me just do it... You know I want to, so bad..." Dale had tried again to coerce me, following it up with his inevitable flattering excuse, "You're just so fucking hot."

I hadn't finished, and most times I didn't, though the few times I did were quite nice. He clearly didn't care though, as he was far more into his own satisfaction than mine. I had just assumed this was all young guys, that they were a little quick on the draw as they were getting used to experiencing such things, and not quite able to read a girls body yet. I didn't want to be his teacher, not just because it would have been a chore, but because I wasn't that experienced myself. I simply sighed again, and gave him the same old routine.

"You know we can't. I'm not taking that risk, I'm sorry." I told him, as I had several times before, "Maybe we'll get there some day, and when we do, I'll let you know."

"Yeah, I know, it just... you know, they do it all the time in porn and stuff." Dale had said, showing how much of a boy he really still was, something I wish I had been able to see more clearly earlier on.

"Life isn't porn, Dilly... at least yours isn't." I said with a laugh, nudging him with my foot as I scooted up the bed, bringing the towel I had been laying on with me.

It was meant to be a good humored mood breaker, but he seemed to take it a little personal.

"It could be if you weren't always such a prude about everything." he said flatly, his hands on his hips as if he was a pouting kid.

I couldn't help but freeze at the foot of his bed, my mouth slightly agape, my eyes fixed on his face while he tried to avoid my look. I'm ashamed to admit it made me feel incredibly self conscious, reminding me how inexperienced I'd been, and how ashamed he wanted me to be for not just doing things I hadn't felt comfortable doing with him. I'm not trying to say that women can't be bad at sex, because we can, but I DID know I shouldn't have to be the one on top to get mine every single time too. I was done with his nonsense tonight, and started gathering my things angrily as I prepared to storm out (but it would have to wait until I was dressed, which gave him time to try and redeem himself.)

"Oh babe, come on, I just mean..." Dale started, trying to reach out and touch my shoulder.

"I know EXACTLY what you meant." I had told him harshly, watching him recoil slightly.

I threw my sweatpants back on, bra, t-shirt, panties, sitting my bag down next to me as I slipped my shoes back on.

"Babe, come on, don't be like this..." he said, trying again, but I really didn't want to look at him right now, moving towards the door, "Wait, don't forget your socks." he continued, maybe hoping I would turn around at least.

"Keep them. You might be needing them after tonight." I had said, being the typical girl, and making sure to take a jab at his masculinity (low, I know... but that's how we roll).

-Music of the Night-

I was still fuming when I got back to my dorm room. Pent up with both anger and lack of sexual satisfaction, both of which I cursed him for, my mind turning over with the first stirrings of dumping him and moving on. Maybe I should have, it would have been kinder than what happened ultimately. I threw my bag aside, kicked my shoes off and threw myself face down on the bed, finally letting myself sob into my comforter, feeling embarrassed for not being enough, angry for being talked to like that, and also feeling a bit used, an unintended consequence of leaving so quickly after sex. He tried texting me more than a few times, but I engaged in yet another petty girl thing, and left him unread. If you think we don't know how much that hurts; we do. After twenty minutes of sobbing and then cleaning up, I decided to take out my laptop and check my social media, contemplating making a vague post about everything (another girl tactic we love), but more than anything, I wanted to put on some music to put me back in a better head space. But I had to stop and angrily look at his profile picture first.

"Fuck you Dale... fucking prick." I had said to his smiling photo, preparing to click the window closed and move on to my Spotify list, when something struck me.

I sat looking at his profile picture a little longer, angry, but determined to prove something... either to him or to myself, but I decided if he thought I needed to be more like porn, then I was going to learn a few things first. So, even though it would have ultimately been to his benefit, I decided to spite him by jumping on everyone's go to porn hub. I had always been a little uncomfortable looking at stuff like this, but my mind was fueled by anger tonight, so better judgment wasn't going to win. I guess in part, he's responsible for where I am today, though he'd be ashamed if he knew it. Anyway, I didn't really know where to begin, but it turns out, there were categories to look at, and to make my life even easier, there was a breakdown showing popular porn searches by gender. A top ten list for both guys and ladies, convenient enough for me to find and check. Number one on the list sets the tone for the turn my life was about to take.

"Big Black Cock..." I muttered, the mouse hovering over the top of the ladies list.

The list was surprisingly tilted in one direction, as the rest of it read out:

2.Black Cock

3.Big Cock

4.Big Cum Shot

5.Massive Load

6.Creampie (a term I didn't understand at the time)

7.Impregnation Fantasy

8.Gangbang

9.Group Sex

10.Anal

This was a stark contrast from the men's list, which (to only name a few) featured:

1.Big Tits

2. Cumshot

3.Anal

4.Cuckold

5.Cheating

The first three, I understood, but cuckoldry and cheating? Why would a guy want to get cheated on or cuckolded... Ultimately, it didn't matter, I was on a mission, so I opened tabs for topic one, four, six (out of curiosity), eight and ten. Some of them felt redundant, so I chose the heavy branches and started there. I'm going to be completely honest with you, I literally said "Oh my god." out loud when I saw those first images of "big black cock". They weren't fucking kidding, they weren't just big, they were MASSIVE. I mean, I'm pretty petite, but you could literally replace my forearm with one of those things, and I would still be able to wear my fitness band around it. I mean, not to disparage him, but Dale was just about 5 inches, and almost every one of these guys was at least twice that. Longer, thicker, ribbed with powerful looking veins... hell, even their balls were bigger. I was struck.

"Holy fucking shit." I said, scrolling through some of the video titles.

That's when two new things started to strike me. Number one, was that a lot of these titles were about revenge, or hate, you know; cheating and the like. Always about taking some white boys mom, his girlfriend, sister, wife, whatever. Let me take a quick break and get ahead of myself for a moment, hate sex is HOT. When a guy fucks you like he intends to destroy you its... god, it's like nothing you've ever felt before. But I'll get there, sorry. Anyway, the second thing that struck me, was that I was getting aroused, fast. With every little preview I hovered over, I was getting hotter, wetter, to the point I was getting uncomfortable. My sweatpants might have been made out of wool the way they were brushing against me, and I desperately needed to take them off. My nipples were getting hard and sensitive, my muscles tight with anticipation, until I could almost feel my heartbeat in my fucking pussy. I had never been that aroused before in my life, and fueled by the anger Dale had left with me, I was ready to explode.

"This is... oh my god..." I whispered to myself as I tugged my panties off, a dewy line of liquid connecting to them.

No wonder this had been number one. I know times have changed, but one thing certainly hasn't... women LOVE big dicks. Virility, power, dominance... all the traits of classic male sexuality definitely turn us on, and these black strangers on here were packing all three in spades (no pun intended). I ended up picking a split screen compilation of interracial sex, and it might have been a bad choice. Not because it was bad, on the contrary, it was amazing, but because I was overwhelmed, not wanting to miss a thing. Three different white faces, always changing, looking at me with orgasmic delight in their eyes, black men savaging them from behind, screams of pleasure pouring out of them like symphony of ecstasy (thank goodness for ear buds). I wanted to go slow, but I couldn't. I slipped my fingers into myself, my labia parting effortlessly as I was very receptive. My other hand was eager to join in, pausing for a moment as it slid under my shirt to touch my nipples, but quickly made it's way to working my clitoris as my toes curled and my legs tightened up.

"Fuck... right there... right there..." I muttered to myself, feeling something special for the first time, my body receptive, my eyes taking in glistening and muscular black bodies, dicks hard as diamonds and black as coal slamming into the soft pink insides of the dozens of white girls featured.

I came so hard, I literally fell off the side of my bed, my whole body shaking and twitching with every small tremor from each follow up orgasm, so much that I could barely contain my own shouts of pleasure, quickly snatching a handful of my blanket and stuffing it over my mouth. Had that just happened? Had I just had multiple orgasms JUST from watching these alpha males fuck like that? The answer was a resounding yes. It didn't cross my mind at the time, but THIS was exactly the reason Dale's life wasn't more like porn... he wasn't built for such grandeur. I was laying there trying to catch my breath, when there was a gentle knock at my door, my hall-mate Kinsey (yes, her name was Kinsey... welcome to the south), spoke gently but loud enough that I could hear her.

"Amber, y'all okay in there? I thought I heard something fall." she said, bless her heart for being worried about me.

"What..? Oh, yeah, I'm... I'm fine. I just... I slipped trying a new yoga position, I'm okay though." I said back, now trying to keep myself from laughing, my lower half naked and soaked in my own juices.

"Alright, just wanted to be sure. Trevor told me you and Dale had a bit of a row tonight, I hope everything's okay." Kinsey said, meaning well I suppose, but engaging in the sort of small town gossip that pervades in places around here.

"Yeah, it was... just a little fussin' that's all, ain't nothing to worry over." I said, now ready for her to just move on.

She did, but I stayed frozen on the floor, my legs apart (quite a sight I'm sure) as I waited to hear her door close. I carefully sat up, got back on my feet and went back to my computer, the video having ended already, but a whole world of possibilities waiting for me. I realized that I had gotten WAY ahead of myself, a moist spot waiting for me on the corner of my bed. I looked around for a moment, not wanting to sit back down in it, fishing a dirty shirt out of my hamper and throwing it down to sit on. I had to see more. I fished around, checking out some of the other trending topics, moving on to Dale's favorite fantasy, the cum shot. I don't know what he'd been watching, but there was a clear correlation here, bigger cocks meant bigger cum shots. I'd seen Dale ejaculate a few times (before the sock became the norm) and it was nothing like this... these girls opened their mouths eagerly to take it all in, black balls practically filling their mouths with hot, potent cum.

I'm telling you, watch the difference. I have. Women are more excited and receptive to taking a mouthful of black cum versus their white counterparts. You can tell the difference between porn acting and genuine enthusiasm. But, that's getting ahead of myself again. So, while I had been curious, I also set myself up for disaster, as I was now in desperate need of a shower, and the only one's were the communal one's down the hall. It's not some big open shower room like in some boner 80's movie, but it was still not very private. I only mention this, because once I got in there, the hot water rushing down over me, I could feel it stimulating my all over again. I was still incredibly sensitive, and the hot water was touching me in the right places. I carefully fingered myself again, picturing all of those rough black men, their sperm landing all over me like the hot rush of the shower, and I didn't last too long. A few other girls came through, but I managed to keep it a secret... I think.

I had never slept as good as I did that night.

-Getting Blown Off-

I'm sure you want to hear more about mm fingering myself... my slender white fingers rubbing circles around my clitoris, my eyes locked on yours with desperate need, the sparkle practically screaming "fuck me"... but that's only a small part of the overall story. Though I think you already have an idea where all this is going. I was brimming with a new life, a new confidence, but I wasn't ready to share any of that with Dale yet. Maybe ever. He had accused me of being a prudish bore, when in truth, he simply hadn't been arousing me enough. I want this to be a lesson to the men out there reading this, if a girl wants you to fuck her, and I mean REALLY fuck her, she won't say no to anything. She will fuck, suck, and let you cum anywhere you want IF you own her. Dale didn't own me. His weak attempts at cumming in or on me were just that, trying to claim something he didn't own. I was carrying myself well, but the sight of him was enough to shut me down a little bit, my whole demeanor changing as he trotted up to me.

"Babe, look, I wanted to talk about last night, I'm SO sorry, I should have never said that, I was just frustrated, but you deserve so much better than that." he said, doing his best with what little he had.

"I know I do." I said, feeling a little arrogant (and thinking of the things I'd seen last night), "I don't think you know how lucky you are..." I had started to say, not sure where I would have gone with that.

"I know, I know how lucky I am." he decided to interject, "I'm super lucky to even have you, so can we please... can we just put this behind us?"

I wasn't thrilled with him still, but I wasn't unreasonable either (or so I thought), so I decided to show him a little mercy, still not set in the new ways that were creeping through me even then.

"We... we can. But I want you to know, you really hurt me last night. You really made me consider some things I've never considered before." I said, my mind instantly flashing to images of strong black cock punishing my mouth, maybe cumming all over my pretty white face, dripping down my...

"Breaking up? Oh babe, don't say that, please... it was a one time mistake, I promise." he said, lucky that he wasn't a mind reader.

"Yeah." I said, snapping back to reality, that urge creeping up on me again.

We hugged, and he gave me a kiss that I didn't fully reciprocate, but I think he felt it was just because I was still peeved. Classes went by without much fan fare, my mind not really focusing on the material today, the only thing really catching my eye, the few black students who shared the campus with us. I couldn't help but bite my lower lip as I pictured what might be hiding underneath those jeans before giggling to myself slightly at having such a silly girly fantasy. It was as if a certain curtain had been lifted last night, and there was no putting it back down. This became most apparent when a handful of us gathered after classes that Friday, the boys deciding to play a little football to round out the day. They weren't on the team or anything, this was just some guys goofing around while their respective lady friends watched from the sidelines like some sort of low rent ladies in waiting. This was when I first started taking particular notice of Dale's friend Tyson, something which he noticed right back.

"Dale, you're up!" one of the boys had said happily, all of them running around and playing as guys sometimes do.

The ball had gone to Dale, who caught it rather easily (this wasn't the NFL or anything), and he started rushing forward, the ball tucked under his arm, other guys running to catch up. That was when Tyson tackled him down from the side. Nothing bone breaking, but it was enough to take Dale off guard, the two of them collapsing on the side line nearby. The other guys cheered and jeered, Tyson getting up with a laugh, Dale's ego bruised, but otherwise fine. Dale took his extended hand, rising back up to his feet. I had gasped and jumped at the suddenness of it, my eyes going wide, they had locked for only a moment on Tyson's dark brown eyes as he stood back up, his dark brown face wide with a dazzling smile, and I felt myself blushing instantly.