Everyone wants to know about white girls and black cocks.  Why do some white girls drop on their butts and spread their legs at the mere site of a black dude?  It's a good question, and one I can hope to answer from my own experience.

Let me start by saying that not all girls go black cock crazy.  Some girls are just curious about black guys.  They heard the stories about black guys having huge penises and the ability to stay hard for an hour.  They are just naturally curious.  Some white girls and black guys fall in love and marry.  And some white girls are just attracted to black guys and prefer them.  There are also black guys curious about white girls and some black guys prefer white girls.  So there are all sorts of situations that occur.

Now, let me tell you about me.  I am just over five feet tall, and I weigh ninety-five pounds.  I have a nice figure, with great legs and a round butt.  My breasts are a c-cup, so I look full up top.  And I have long, light-brown hair and blue eyes.  I am twenty-six years old.  I have had sex with about twenty black dudes of all shapes, sizes, and hue.  But I don't go crazy.  I know what I like, and I know where to find it.  But maybe I should start at the beginning and how I first got to like black.

I was seventeen, and had just graduated from high school.  I was heading to college in the fall.  Now, we had a racially mixed school in our town.  About twenty percent of the school population was black and Latino.  I knew black guys and spoke to them.  I even danced with them.  But I had only dated white guys in high school.  

I had lost my virginity at age fifteen, right before the start of my junior year.  I had sex about six times in high school.  Once was with a girl, once was with three other girls (they tickle-tortured me and played with me until I climaxed,) and with four other guys.  The only time I climaxed was with the girls.  I enjoyed sex with the guys, but they couldn't push me over the top.  The guys were all white.  I loved the feeling of their cocks inside of me, but I never came with them.  

Well, that July I was down at the local pool, mostly working on a tan.  I had on a bikini.  It really wasn't all that skimpy.  It was a basic hot pink bikini, with narrow sides and an almost full bottom, so it showed a bit of cheek.  The top was your standard triangle top that tied.  You got a glimpse of my breasts.  And you could swim in this bikini.  So I wasn't wearing dental floss and band-aids.
Well, a black guy, let me call him Jim, was there.  And so was his older brother.  I'll call him Frank.  His older brother was in college, and Jim was going to work for a year before starting school.  The three of us were sitting by the pool, just talking.  It was nice.  Around three o'clock, Jim had to leave for work.  So Frank and I stayed there and just talked.  It was nice.

Around four, I hopped into the water to cool off a bit.  I was going to head for home at five.  Frank got in with me.  The pool was not crowded; there were maybe only ten people there.  He stood right next to me and continued our conversation.  Now, like I said, I am petite.  So the water was up to my neck.  I was relaxed.  Frank was about six feet tall; maybe a little taller.  He sort of crouched down to get his head pretty much even with mine.

After a few minutes, I felt a hand on the small of my back.  It didn't move; it just sort of stayed there for a bit.  Then it started to gently stroke with its fingertips.  It kept moving up and down my back, and it felt nice.  Then it lowered a bit and began to tease my bottom.  I knew it was Frank.  I liked the sensations, and didn't stop him.  He kept on talking.  I sort of kept quiet and smiled.

Well, his hand wandered.  He felt and stroked my bottom, and also explored the backs and insides of my thighs a bit.  It tickled; I got a little giggly.  But I liked his touch.  So I didn't stop him.  He even gently stroked my tummy, which tickled a lot.  I knew he was teasing me.  I got really quiet when he moved back to my bottom, played there a bit, and then slid his hand between my legs.  He played there a bit, pulled his hand out, worked it inside my bikini from the rear, and slid his hand back in between my thighs.  Well, right about now I was having a major league issue. But it was a really great issue.

My bikini was down around the tops of my thighs, and, for the first time in my life, a black dude named Frank was playing inside of me.  He kept playing, getting me closer and closer.  Finally, he found my spot and pushed me over the top.  I really wasn't much of a conversationalist while this was going on.

He let me cool a bit, I yanked up my bottoms, and we got out of the pool.  Then he said goodnight!  I was so frustrated!  I had my first climax with a guy, he was black, and he hadn't even used his cock!  I wanted to see what he could do with it!

Anyhow, that was how I started.  And it was very, very nice.
