Kysa's Blacking Party
(M/f, 1st, ir, size, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

It all started innocently enough. But let me start at the beginning and tell you the whole story of how a young white girl got started on the "black" path... First, my name is Kysa, I recently turned 19 years old, I'm white, 5'3, 120-lbs., and have always been quite the busty one at 34D-24-34. I have long brown hair, blue eyes, and great skin.

Last summer, my best friend, Kellie, thought it a good idea to throw me a big sendoff party before I left for college. She's the wild one and I told her it would be okay, as long as it was something simple and fun.

Well, of course, Kellie did the exact opposite. With me leaving on Saturday, Kellie decided that I should enjoy "one last night of freedom" like the guys' do, sorta a girls' version of a bachelor party. All my friends, and some girls I've never met, showed up at Kellie's house. There was music, wine & champagne for toasts, the requisite porn video, and later in the evening, what I did NOT approve of, a form of 'live' entertainment.

Anyway, as we sipped wine, each of my friends had their favorite 'Kysa' story to tell, involving some guy, something stupid I'd done, or something fun I'd love to relive. As I'm deaf, Leslie (who is now my roommate in college) was there to translate all the barbs. Already, I miss those times. So we watched the video, and it was about some black guy going around the country banging all the white girls. Typical porn movie and lousy (except for a couple of scenes)!

One of the girls, Jessica, starts talking about guys and the guys we've all been with, which ones we like, which ones we love, and then, which ones we just 'want'. They don't know of the [white] guy, John, who I was dating at the time and only a couple of my friends have met him, so they talk about how cute he is and what a nice guy he is.

Karen blurts out, "Well, I sure hope he likes big boobs, cause Kysa, honey, YOU got 'em!"

"Of course he does!" I lip-sync back.

Then she asks, "So just how 'well-built' IS John anyway, Kysa? Tell us!"

"Just what do you mean by that?"

"You know what I mean girl... "

"John is very healthy, I must say."

"Is he hung, then? C'mon, you can tell us, since after you break up with him, one of us might want him!"

"I told you he's 'healthy', oh, ok, he's about 7.5 inches in that department. There! Now you all know!"

"That's not bad." And I heard a couple of 'luckys' from across the living room.

Then Kellie mentions that, like in the video, black guys are of course bigger than our white guys. "Oh?? Just HOW do you know, Kellie??" I ask.

"The stereotype exists for a reason, don't you know?!!" she laughed.

"So you've been with one?"

Kellie says, "Of course! Haven't you yet?"

"Hell no!" I said, lying through my teeth. I'd been with 5 different black guys by the summer's end.

"I got John. Don't need another."

That's when Jessica and Connie look at each other and yell out, "One you've tried black, you won't go back!" Yeah, right.

"Believe it or not, Kysa, but it's true. And I can prove it."

"Don't bother. If you say so, then you can believe it. I'm happy with John!"

"You wouldn't be if you had a black one in you once!"

"Shut up, guys! That's not true!" I protest. The last thing I want all my friends to know that I'm a 'nigger-lover' or that I fuck black guys.

From the other room, a commotion is going on, and Jessica announces to us all: "For Kysa's last night at home, we figured she deserved one last look at what a man should look like! For your enjoyment, here is 'Ray'!"

Then this, I have to admit, beautiful black guy comes out and begins to dance like a Chippendale's dancer. He had a nice tuxedo and offered me his hand to slow dance to Van Morrison's song, 'Perfect Fit.' He was sweet, but grabbed my ass and pulled me close, drawing 'woos' and catcalls from my friends. Then he escorts me to a bar chair where he danced and stripped and lightly fondled me as my face was as red as a beet. As he took off more and more clothes and got down to his g-string, I did notice (thanks to the previous conversation) that he packed an enormous bulge down there. He straddled my thigh, and I noticed its size and heat, but tried not to pay attention. I would enjoy it later when I thought about it, but I was one lump of sheer embarrassment tonight with him.

He finished, kissed me on the cheek and wished me a happy marriage. Then Jessica made him go around the room and retrieve donations in his g-string. That guy must have made over $250 easy on top of what he was paid initially. He left, and we were left with an awkward moment of 'what do we do now.'

Kellie jumps up and says, we're going to open presents now and I'll save mine for last. We gathered and giggled ourselves silly, gone from far too much wine over the course of the evening. I got some nice gifts, most of them office supply-type items; others included a bustier, a very nice Victoria's Secret satin bra and negligee, and a subscription to Playgirl magazine (isn't this for old women?), among other things!

I thanked each as they left and told them all how much I appreciated their friendship and kind gifts. Which left Kellie and me. I'd just remembered that I had yet to receive her gift that she said she'd hold till last. So she said, "Oh, Kysa, I've got your present, but it's special and I don't want you to see it yet. So here, put on this blindfold first."
"What is it? And what's with this blindfold? It's not that big is it? What IS this?"
"You'll have to let me know about that one," she said.

So, blindfolded, she leads me back to her bedroom and gets me down on my knees, and as she removes the blindfold, there is Ray, the dancer, sitting on the bed with the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life between his legs.... I look over at Kellie with a look of incredulity, and the only thing that comes out of my mouth is, "Uhh.."

"He's your gift from me. Besides, my best friend needs to get blacked once in her life! Enjoy!" as she giggled, closing the door, and skipping her way down the hallway.

I look back at Ray, who says, "Better get comfortable if you want this, otherwise, your blouse will get messed up."

All I could think was, "Jeez, this guy is really going to fuck me right now, right here, and I don't think I could stop it if I wanted to." And I'm not sure I wanted to stop him. God, he was good looking, and hung like a horse.

His skin was midnight black, and he pulled me into him as I sighed deeply and we kissed long. He took my hand and put it on his cock and even semi-hard, I couldn't even reach my fingers around his thickness. Before I know it, he'd unbuttoned my blouse and deftly unhooked my bra.

I stroked and jacked his growing, already large cock in both my hands. I have to admit the contrast in skin color was still taboo to me, and as a result, a real turnon between my thighs. God, what an evil thing I was doing! I could never tell John, or he would spend years badmouthing me and ruining my "sweet little deaf girl" reputation around town. But I figured I might as well be with this black guy since he was so freakin' hung, and going off to a private Methodist college, I might not be with another black guy until I come home to Kansas City next summer.

He grew and grew in my hands while we kissed and he pulled on my breasts and nipples, further arousing me. He commented on the size of my swollen D-cup breasts, and I told him, "You've got some 'size' yourself, jeez!"

Pulling me up and dropping my skirt and panties, he laid me on the bed and spread my white thighs. As I felt his cock begin to spread my lips, I just cursed in pain, words like, Jesus/goddamn/oh christ come to mind I remember. Pushing against his black loins, and motioning him to slow down, he did. He had about 2-3 inches in and I had to have time to get used to his girth. I'd never felt ANYthing near that big inside me! After a few minutes and holding himself there, he began to slowly go deeper about a half-inch per stroke or two, and my hi-pitch moaning began again.

That's when I thought of Kellie...  I wanted to kill her because now I felt humiliated by what I was doing with this black guy, of all things! If she told anyone I was in here fucking a nigger, I'd lose a lot of my friends. Kellie knows, though, that when a young white girl is confronted with a big black cock up close and personal, that most of us will lay down and spread our legs to be with a black stud at least once. (And girls like me will do it over and over and over!) But, then on the next few strokes, I didn't exactly want Ray to stop either. God, this guy was huge, and he was definitely rearranging the dimensions of my cunt! I'm not sure I'd ever be able to feel a normal-sized cock again!

He kept pushing and pushing, and I broke our kiss, asking him, "Just how long IS that thing?!"

"Just over the 9-inch mark on the ruler if you have to know."

"Ohmygoddddd!"

"So you like a big black one, eh?" he asked.

"I've never been with anyone as big as you! John, my boyfriend, is 7.5 inches and he's the 2nd biggest I've had to date!" I said, as I stacked my hands on top of one of another four times and his cockhead was still exposed in my fist!

"Then maybe you'll like mine tonight... "

As he pushed hard, I grabbed his hips and stopped him, gasping in pain, "Please, no deeper, I can't take it...  it really hurts when you go that deep."

He just said, "Oh, baby, goddamn, that ain't deep; it's only about 8 inches in you now!"

"Must be your thickness then, cause you're hitting my cervix now!"

He laughed and pulled almost all the way out as he stroked faster and faster inside me. Ray was an incredible lover. He took me in virtually every position that night, fucking me almost to sunrise. The only thing I didn't like about him is that he kept wanting to go deep, and once when he rammed deep, I shrieked, jumped off him, laying on the bed, crying, holding my pussy.

Although I wasn't on birth control at that time, he came inside me several times. Each time, I would go down on him and clean his cum and my juices off his huge black member. I was getting slutty, but I figured I have to have 'one' secret from John! I'm very good at sucking cocks, and I can get an orgasm just by having a guy cum in my mouth.

Now that I look at it, it was a stupid thing to do, especially on the eve of my heading off to college, but I guess I wanted it to happen, too.

The next day of driving to Arkansas, I was so sore, I sat on one hip and walked stiff-legged! And yes, my next boyfriend just three weeks later, Daniel, did wonder why my pussy was so big, even on our date, after what Ray had done to me. I told him that my last boyfriend was really big and must have stretched me, but I didn't dare tell him the real truth! But that's another story.

Saw Kellie at Christmas break and we both smiled at my 'secret.' Problem was, I now wanted to be with Ray or another black guy again. She was right, I DID like it!



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The End
© Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com