This incident happened in August of last year when my boyfriend from L.A. paid me a visit at work. It was a surprise visit since we got into a really awful fight prior and it was hard to work things out since we didn’t see eye to eye on this subject. I’m a radio jock, by the way, and he caught me in the middle of board work. We talked and things got a little steamy and we started making out. I remember that it was really a bad time when I resisted his invitation for our first time to have sex. I broke up with him because I thought that it was the only thing he wanted from me. I am a black busty woman and men usually talk to my chest instead of to me.
I finally realized that he was not like any other guy after that fight. My bunny never looked at another woman. I realized that he really loved me and I loved him too. I’ve never been the most beautiful girl and in fact I’m kind of geeky. I was in good shape (skinny) and tried to take care of my body. Maybe this is what caused me to hold on to my virginity for so long. I wasn’t a brain, happy being a C student. My parents live close by and keep in touch regularly.
I know they love me, but from birth they’ve continually tried to mold me into something I’m not. Mother always encouraged me to ‘dress pretty, because you’re not…’ though in looking at the words written they’re not nearly as encouraging as I’d have liked them to be. But it was her way. She never dressed me like a whore, but always bought me clothes that could be whore’s clothes with just a little bit of tuning. I’m not a whore, never wanted to be one, and when many of the girls in high school were sleeping with their boyfriends because it seemed the thing to do, I didn’t. I even had one ex-boyfriend tell everyone that we’d slept together.
I said nothing to refute it which convinced most people he had slept with me. I didn’t care, my body is mine and I plan to keep it that way. Anyway, back to the present. We went to the beach and found a cave-like area, and we talked. I told him that I regretted our fight. I said "I'm sorry we fought and I never wanted to hurt you, I love you" I tried to kiss him, giving him a signal that I wanted something. Then I got ballsy and motioned for him to remove his shorts. With a shrug he did, and exposed what looked like a good 7 inches of cock for my eyes. As he did, I inched closer to him. He set his shorts back on the concrete as I got close enough to him that my thigh touched his.
My hand reached out and touched the first real cock I’d ever held. He reached out, and lightly stroked my thighs began to work higher. I was clumsy and I just reached right out for his cock and started to stroke. All of a sudden it was his thumb that was pressing onto the skin over my clitoris, and then slowly it worked inside and was directly on that button. Then another finger started working its way up and down my now eager black pussy. Again he let me settle down onto his cock, then when there was only resistance and no penetration he stopped. He repeated this at least four times and I began to wonder if I would ever really get to lose my virginity.
Maybe I was too tight, or needed a smaller cock, like a pin prick sized one or something. He repeated it once more, and this time I took my feet and pulled on him, pulling myself even tighter onto his cock. And then I felt it start to slide into a space it had never been before. I let out a soft squeal, because it really did hurt. Far worse than the first few times I got menstrual cramps and didn’t know what they were. Far worse than when I’d been kicked by that bitch Cindy Norman in soccer. But it also felt good. I finally had a man’s cock inside my pussy. It hurt but felt good. He caressed my busty black boobs and he tried to kiss me. I couldn't concentrate on kissing him as the pain was bad. We pushed and pulled liked there was no tomorrow. I tried to hold my moan and lower down my voice but I couldn't help it.
I needed to let go, good thing the waves was there at least to join the noise I made. He kissed my nipples and licked them and massaged my tits, calling me his “black busty”. My boy was a very tall man. I could just barely peak over his shoulder and see mother and dad walk to the edge of the pool and look down at us, fortunate for us was the fact that it had grown pretty dark and there were no lights here, for when their eyes adjusted and I heard people cry out, we both suddenly exploded. He kept on kissing my black busty chest. After that, we run, clothed our self and pretended as if nothing happened.
