He was a big black athlete, but what the hell, I thought. At least he's probably a good dancer. Most white guys can't dance to save their lives. If th...y knew how sexy girls find it when a guy is a good dancer, they would all learn, for sure.I had always avoided black guys. It always seemed like they just wanted to score with a white girl, especially a pretty blonde, like me. My parents had always made it clear that they thought a white girl with a black man was wrong. I have to say I thought. He kept saying to me how nice it would be if we were to at least try it once to see what it would be like. This was getting to be a real nuisance as there was more and more pleading on his part.One day, Tony did something a little different. He told me that he had bought a package of condoms, so if the opportunity were ever to come up, then he would be prepared for it, should I ever say ‘yes’.Finally, one day after he had been pestering me for several months and begging me over and over, I. Yet arousal and the amphetamines told me it was an excellent idea so,hand in hand we headed across the park.As soon as we got into the hall he stripped me of my bonnet and mac andstarted to run his hands over my satin mini dress. Pushing me backagainst the banisters he kissed me deeply, holding my body tight againsthis, tongue probing my mouth, the slight stubble of his face pricklingmine. Turned on, I started to kiss him back. Suddenly he released me andgripped my hands, pushing them behind my. “Fuck me!”In all our years together, those words never left Becky’s lips during any of our many lust crazed sex sessions.Bob began to play with Becky’s tits gently, but Becky let out a little squeal.“Be careful with my nipples, they were only pierced this morning!”Did I hear right? I played the tape back and heard Becky repeat the phrase.The cheating whore had gone and got her nipples pierced for these two fuck buddies.It was obvious that Dave had persuaded her to pierce her tits and now it was.