I'm standing in a minimal bikini, so brief that I'm a little ashamed to be wearing it, looking at the most gorgeous male I've ever seen in my life. He looks as if every muscle in his body is outlined. Plus, he's got a handsome face and lovely curly hair. If you were going to sculpt the ideal male, you couldn't do better than him. You'd have to sculpt in ebony, though, because he's black, really black. And absolutely gorgeous. He's at what's generally called "Muscle Beach", lifting weights and posing, preening to attract girls, I'm sure. He definitely attracts me.
I shouldn't be here. I'm a good girl. A rich girl. I'm supposed to do like my mother and become the trophy wife of a very rich man, give him two kids, and live a perfect life. Travel first class wherever and whenever. Buy anything, do anything I want.
My father sometimes calls my mother Cheryl. Her real name is Nancy but he calls her Cheryl because he always thought a model named Cheryl Tiegs was the most beautiful and sexy woman possible. The real Cheryl is probably as old as him now, maybe older since I think he had a teen age crush on her. I've seen pictures of her and it's true my Mom resembles her. Pretty face, terrific body, big breasts. Only my Mom's are real and I'm not sure about those swim suit models. I've definitely inherited my genes from my Mom.
I've wondered whether my Mom likes being compared to a model. She rolls her eyes a little when he says that. Rolls her eyes behind his back fairly frequently. But they seem happy. From the noises I hear from their bedroom, they sure seem compatible. And she has everything, big house, cars, money, servants. All the time in the world since my Dad travels a lot. I've noticed that some days my Mom seems much happier, smiles a lot. It's always when my Dad is away and she's spent the afternoon out.
I've always been athletic. Played every sport, soccer, softball, volleyball, track, swimming. I've always gone to private schools and almost always I'm the MVP on whatever team I'm on. I realize that most rich girls are not into athletics so I like it when our teams play a public school and I can compare my abilities to some really good athletes. I think I do o.k.
Maybe it's because of athletics that I got interested in sex sort of late. I always had a lot to do, kept me busy. I was probably sixteen when another girl on my softball team asked me to stay the night at her place and made it very plain that sex was to be involved. It was the first time it had come up and I was polite but let her know, thanks but no thanks, I like boys. I hadn't done anything yet with boys but knew that's who I was interested in. That's when I first started dating .
It took a couple years of boys telling me I'm beautiful and have a sexy body and trying to paw me before I decided I should find out what it's all about and got a prescription for the pill. On my eighteenth birthday, I had my first sex with a boy. It actually was sort of icky. He wanted me to suck on his penis. I did and in fact it's sort of sexy but I guess I wasn't good at it so he moved us around and pushed it into me. It hurt a lot and I wondered what was so great about sex anyway and it didn't last long. I never dated him again. Two things came out of this experience, though. First, I talked to a girl that I knew was what we would call loose and asked her how to suck a cock. She explained blow jobs to me, graphically and completely. Second, he apparently bragged about what he did with me and it took a while for me to convince most people that he was a liar.
Other girls kept telling me how great it is so I decided I'd try again when I had a chance. It was at least six months later and I dated Chad a half dozen times and he suggested we spend the day at this resort and I agreed. He rented a room. We actually got naked and I gave him a blow job, using what I'd been told. I guess it worked, he seemed to like it. Then he sucked on my breasts and fingered me a lot and I got a little aroused and he pushed into me. It didn't hurt nearly as much as the first time and actually started feeling good and then it was over. He shot his load into me and pulled out. All through it he kept telling me how beautiful I was and what a great body I have and how I could be a centerfold. We went swimming for awhile and then back to the room and did it all again. It was a very good experience but I knew it could be better. I just need to find someone much better at it who can give me orgasms like I read about.
Which is why I'm standing here staring at this gorgeous black hunk, showing off more of my body than I should. And it isn't my first time. I think this is the fifth time I've come to watch him. Before, I always chickened out and left before he finished his work out. This time, though, I'm still there when he walks up to me.
He is really gorgeous. Unbelievable body and wearing a little suit that might even be smaller than my little bikini. "Hi," he says. I have no idea what to do so I just stand there. "I've seen you here before," he says, "are you interested in me?" I smile but can't think of what to say, which isn't like me. On the one hand I want to turn and run, I don't belong doing this, but on the other hand I really want him. "A quiet one, huh?" he says. "Would you like me to lick that delicious blond pussy of yours?" Oh my God, it's exactly what I want. And then he adds, "Do you want to suck my big black cock?"
Finally I swallow and answer him. "Yes and yes," I manage to say.
He smiles, puts his hand on my back and we start walking off. "I'm Jack," he says.
"Diane," I reply.
At his apartment we're both naked immediately. It isn't difficult,neither of us has much on. I love his body. I kiss him on the lips and start feeling his body, moving kisses all over him, even down his legs but ending at his cock. A very stiff, very black cock. Surprisingly, not much different than Chad's, except the color. I try to do what that girl told me, act like I love his cock. In fact, I think I do love it. I kiss it and lick it and then suck on it. I sit back and look at it and use my hand to masturbate him and then get my lips back around it. I bob up and down with tight lips, licking inside my mouth while using two fingers around him to also jerk him off a little. I try to get all of it into my mouth and sort of gag as it hits my throat but go back to sucking him some more. I work on it every way I can think of and finally he shoots off. I swallow the sticky stuff. I know that's what I'm supposed to do but I can't believe I'll ever love the taste or feel of semen.
