Well, as I said, I really liked Frank.  We had sex three more times that term.  And, when I went home for summer, I saw him four times and we had sex all four times.  He even came in my mouth, and I swallowed.  I didn't care.  He ate me plenty of times, and made me climax from it.  He even liked to nibble on my pearl, which I found exquisite.  I was sad by August.  He had found a job, and it was pretty far away.  I knew that I would not be seeing him when I went back to school in the fall.

Well, I went back to school, and decided that I was going to look around for another black guy.  I had gotten a reputation around the dorm.  Some of the girls were racist, and I was derided as a "nigger skinner."   I really didn't care; those girls didn't know what they were missing.  Other girls in the dorm were curious, asking me what it was like with a black guy.  I think they decided to try it out on their own.

Anyhow, there was no Frank.  By the second week of classes, however, a guy named Ron showed an interest.  His skin was a real ebony color, he was as skinny as a rake, and was a grad student.  He had cornrows, dressed like a gangsta, and wore a lot of bling.  He was about as ghetto as I was.  He was on the honors track in engineering.

Ron and I went out twice, and just kept it friendly.  I liked him.  He was nice, personable, and a good conversationalist.  And he had me crawling the walls on our third date.

We went to a movie, and then went back to his place.  He shared an apartment with another grad student.  The guy was away for the weekend.  We walked in the door, he took my jacket, and then he took my blouse, my sneakers, my socks, my jeans, my bra, and finally my panties.  In about thirty seconds I was naked in his living room, and he was spanking my ass!

Well, Ron loved me that night, and loved me big time!  He had me squirming and begging for about three hours.  And I had multiples.  He played with me, teased me, spanked me, pinched and twisted my nipples until they were sore, and fucked me royally.  He never let up.  He hands were always busy, playing or teasing some part of me.  I spent the night, and he fucked me again in the morning.  He liked me naked.  I couldn't wait until our next date!

Now, there were some big differences between Frank and Ron, and I will elaborate.  Frank never thought of it as a black-white thing.  I was just a girl to him.  Ron liked getting "on your fine white ass," as he used to say.  He also used to say, "white girl wanna scream for this black dude?"  And I screamed.  A lot.

Ron's cock was a little bigger than Frank's, but it had a bend to the left.  I loved the way it felt inside me.  And he could keep it hard for over thirty minutes.  His slow, long sex turned me into a bowl of jelly on more than one occasion.  When he finally climaxed and lost his erection, and he was ready for more after five minutes rest.  And he could cum three times a night, and again in the morning.  This guy was fabulous.

Ron wasn't much for doing oral, and when he did he wasn't as good as Frank.  But he did stick his finger in my anus when he did oral on me.  That felt nice.  He really liked it when I sucked on him.  I used to tease him a lot with my tongue and teeth.  On more than one occasion he pulled his cock out of my vagina and stuck it in my mouth.  Then he would cum.  I didn't care; I loved his sexing.  
Like I said earlier, I think the skin of a black cock is not as sensitive as a white guy's cock.  That is why they can stay hard longer.  And they do appear to be a little larger.  But the two black guys I was with did not have horse cocks.  They were just a bit bigger.

Ron used to do two things to me that drove me insane.  The first would almost make me cry.  He would have two fingers in my vagina and one in my anus, and he would play.  I loved the feel of those fingers pushing together inside of me.  He would keep this up until I was almost ready to cum, back off and let me come down a bit, and then start again.  He would keep it up until I was begging.  Then he either fucked me or finished me with his fingers.  This play was a mix of pain and pleasure, and I adored it.  He also like playful spankings, "smacking the fine white ass," which I thought was fun.

The other was public.  Ron never hesitated to pinch or twist a nipple or reach under my skirt in public.  At a restaurant, at the movies, walking down the street, or at a party: it was all the same to him.  Make the white girl squirm.  And he did, on quite a few occasions.

Well, Ron left for England at the end of the spring term to study.  I went home to my summer job.  Frank was miles away, and Jim was dating someone.  So I had no black guys to fulfill my need over the summer.  I had two black guys, both different in their techniques, but both able to please me beyond my fantasies.  And I was able to please them.  But now I had none.  Jim, Frank's younger brother, was dating someone.  I decided to take the summer off from black dudes and just masturbate every now and then.

When I would return to school for my junior year, I would look for a black guy again.  I would find one, and he would have a super-sized cock.  And he would give me pleasure I had never known before.
