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Subject: {ASSM} Louis the Gangbanger (MF, college, intr, 1st)
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Louis the Gangbanger (MF, college, intr, 1st)
By Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

It all started when I attended an off campus party of a 
friend of mine. She had one of those huge house parties 
where people from all over the spectrum were invited.

Coming from a small town in Iowa I'd never really met 
anybody from outside my social circle before. When I 
was growing up I lived a rather privileged life. My dad 
was a very successful real-estate agent and my mom was 
a Mrs. Cleaver type so I was pampered and protected 
from the seamier side of life.

But when I went away to college my protected privileged 
past only served to spur me on to experience things I'd 
never known before.

I'm sure my mom would have a stroke if she knew what I 
was up to these days. The freedom of attending Arizona 
State College and being thousands of miles away from my 
folks is a heady experience indeed.

So anyway, I attended this party with my roommate and 
was having a great time when these black gang-looking 
types showed up. At first I felt really intimidated and 
started looking around for my roommate so we could 
leave. But when I finally found her she was talking to 
one of these gangbanger dudes.

I didn't know what to say, I just stood a little away 
from them and watched nervously. But after a bit my 
roommate Jane noticed me and called me over. Nervously 
I walked up to them and was introduced to the tough 
looking black guy. 

"Nina, this is Louis. Louis this is Nina, she's my 
roommate." Jane looked on as I shook the guy's hand.

That was the beginning of a major change in my life. 
Before I met Louis I'd only dated a few times, you 
know, those important events like junior and senior 
proms, and summer cotillions, those sorts of things.

I'd never actually sex with a guy before, the closest 
thing I'd ever come to sex with a boy was messing 
around in a field with my next-door neighbor's son the 
summer vacation between 7th and 8th grade.

We'd been hanging around with each other all summer. I 
think I had a bit of a crush on him, maybe because he 
was a senior in high school and I thought he was so 
sophisticated. One day we were out messing around in a 
field about 5 miles away from home and for some reason 
Robby, (That was his name) started tickling me.

It was fun, but there was no reason why he should have 
started doing that all of a sudden. But he had and I 
was trying to tickle him back to get even. Then we were 
rolling around on the grass wrestling, each trying to 
get the better of the other.

Then Robby was on top of me, pinning my arms to the 
ground and panting from his resent effort to control 
me. We looked into each other's eyes and before I knew 
what was happening he had sunk down and was kissing me, 
still pinning my arms at either side of my head.

I remember the feeling of being kissed while being held 
captive. It was a wild electric feeling that shot 
through my entire body like lightning. The feeling of 
"having to submit" to him was such an amazing turn on, 
and one that I'd never even though off before that 
moment.

All we really did that day was feel each other up and 
do a lot of kissing. But I'll never forget that 
afternoon because it was the first time I ever felt a 
boy's hard penis. After that day I always thought of 
Robby as the sexiest guy I'd ever known. I guess he was 
at that point in my life.

That is until I met Louis. That first night at the 
party he came on to me strong. It was like he was 
zooming in on me to the exclusion of everyone else at 
the party. I don't even remember what happened to Jane, 
she just disappeared and it was just Louis and I for 
the rest of the evening.

He took me back to the dorms that night and he kisses 
me good night. I can remember that first kiss between 
us like it happened only a minute ago. I wasn't sure 
that I wanted him to kiss me. I mean I'd been brought 
up to think of black people as dangerous city dwellers, 
not like "us" and not to be socialized with.

Louis had thick lips and the whites of his eyes had a 
yellowish tent to them, but I didn't flinch when kissed 
me, or even when he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I 
just stood there and let him do what he wanted.

When he finally pulled away from me I was breathing 
hard, and felt light headed. I noticed at that moment 
how smooth and prefect his skin was, and how handsome 
he looked. He looked kind of like what I'd imagined an 
Africa warrior might look like, only with clothes on.

*

It didn't take long for me to find out what Louis 
looked like "without" clothes on. In fact I was no 
longer a virgin by the end of our next date.

He made me commit to seeing him that very next Friday, 
and when he came by to pick me up he had this cool 
looking green Chevy that was real low to the ground and 
had almost black-tented windows.

We went to a park at about dusk and Louis parked at 
turn-out that over looked a pretty valley. The car was 
tilted down forward a little so you could see the 
panorama unencumbered. When Louis suggested that we get 
in the back seat I didn't protest.

When Louis put his arm around me it felt nice. And when 
Louis began to massage my breasts I was in heaven. I 
still don't know what I was thinking. I do know that I 
hadn't thought anything through. I didn't really think 
that we'd have sex there in his car.

But that's exactly what we did. The memory of Louis' 
erection, the first erection I'd ever seen in its nake 
glory will stay with me for the rest of my life. At 
first it was a surprise, it was so much bigger than I 
thought it would be. I knew what it was used for, and 
wondered how it could possibly fit into a woman.

But within the hour I found out how it would fit, and 
by the end of our date I was looking forward to trying 
it out again.

Before Louis I'd never really thought about a man's 
sexual organ before. I'd seen drawings of one in sex 
education, you know those cut-aways. They weren't real 
to me, but Louis' blue-black manhood was something 
beautiful to see. It shimmered and pulsed in my hand. 
The contrast between the fair skin of my fingers and 
his almost midnight-black shaft was a huge turn on for 
me.

Soon he was coming by the dorm on a regular basis and 
we'd have rip-roaring sex for an hour or so and then go 
someplace for a movie or food. I was becoming addicted 
to Louis and his ways when one evening he suggested 
that we try oral sex.

I'd thought about kissing his dick before, but sucking 
on it was something that seemed entirely too perverted 
for an Iowa lass to do. I should have known better.

Louis went first and he "eat" me out like I'd never 
even imagined before. I had at least 10 orgasms while 
he was tonguing my clit. I know that my next-door 
neighbors in the dorm must have heard me screaming in 
passion. I'd never had multiple orgasms before and it 
was mind rending. I was so exhausted by the time he was 
done with me that Louis suggested we go get some dinner 
and come back to my room for desert.

All through dinner I imagined sucking his dick. I 
wondered what he'd taste like, and what I'd do if he 
came in my mouth. It was exciting to have people see us 
together. Walking around with a black guy in Arizona 
isn't as big a deal as if we were doing it in my 
hometown, but you still get a lot of looks.

What would these people think if they knew what we had 
planned for desert. It made me horny to think about 
what I was about to do. When we turned down the 
waitress' offer for desert, I think she might have know 
what was going on in my mind because she gave me a 
double take when I said, "No thank you, we're going to 
have desert later," and smiled meaningful.

When we got back to my drom room I did experience 
sucking Louis' dick. And it was everything I though it 
would be and more. His penis was too long to fit all 
the way into my mouth, but he showed me how to do it 
with a combonation of hand action and mouth 
stimulation. I've always been a quick learner, hence my 
4.0 grade point average.

The feel of his stiff jet-black cock sinking in to my 
mouth, and the feel of his shaft skin pulling at my 
lips as I withdrew was indescribable. I loved the feel 
of his dark purple spongy head as I sucked on it like a 
lollipop.

Louis liked what I did too because he didn't last very 
long that first time. He told me later that watching my 
pink lips engulfing his bark meat made him crazy to 
come.

And that's just what he did. I remember the feeling of 
that first jet of hot come. I could feel it on my 
tongue, I knew from the moan of pleasure and his 
spasming body that he was coming and then the hot jet 
of come on my tongue confirmed it.

His come was very salty, and tasted something like raw 
clams that I'd had once at an expensive restaurant. I 
closed my eyes and swallowed, and then kept swallowing 
as Louis continued to groan and spurt. But finally he 
was done and he had to pull himself away from my mouth 
because there was no way I was going to stop on my own. 
It was all just too good, I loved the way sucking 
Louis' cock made me feel.

He told me a little later, after he could talk again 
that he'd become too sensitive down there and had to 
stop me or he might have blacked out.

I just smiled like a cheshire cat and snuggled up to 
his handsome black body and waited for him to recover 
so we could get one more rip-roaring fuck in before 
curfew. 

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