Student Memories

The story took place a few years ago when I was in England for my master's degree.

I was a fish out of water, young, horny, and had the impression that whatever fell in front of me, I'd smash it. Bullshit, of course, because I knew better. It was evening, still early, and the university had organized a welcome party for the new students. Let's go, I said to my best friend, who I had gone to England with.

At the party, there were a hell of a lot of people. You could lose your mother and child... We found a corner to check out (what to check out, that is, to look better). A hell of a lot of people, most of them Chinese. Boredom, disgust, the beer was watered down to the point of disgust, so I say to my buddy, "They don't have whiskey here, what are they famous for?" They do, he tells me, but it's "pay-to-play."

The water, the beer that is, was free, but for the whiskey you had to pay. Fuck it, I said, I'll pay for it since I've been drinking water for so long it's like I'm going to take a urine test. And I headed to the bar, which was next to the entrance. Hubbub, noise, people, but I was determined to get whiskey. They made a fuss at first, they wanted a passport, as if it wasn't obvious I was over 18. I was nearly 25, but the English are real assholes with rules, formalities, and all that. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I give my passport and get the whiskey.

A chick next to me, who was watching the whole commotion, was laughing. When I finish, I see her more relaxed. The girl was a Black girl. A bit shorter than me (186 cm -), with nice tits, a perky ass, and two lips, stars for sucking. Your name, my name, where are you from, where am I from, what do you do, and so on. There, of course, I forgot my homeland, my name helped and so I played the Italian. She was from Southern England, (we were in Newcastle at the time), her name was Susan (rare there) and she had come with some friend of hers to enroll (the friend).

Not to go on too long, I must have drunk 3-4 whiskeys, Susan probably the same, we had started getting touchy-feely and we decide to leave. I don't even remember how we got home. Thank God for the Pakistani taxi driver and the piece of paper with the address I had (I was moving around like a country bumpkin back then). We arrived, but by then the girl had driven me crazy. My bazooka had lost control. It was sounding a crazy alarm. Once we got inside the house, the party started. She almost immediately drops to her knees and unzips my pants to take my cock in her mouth.

The one that had been suffocating for so long inside my pants was proudly a steel rod. I usually hold back, but she was so good that I didn't last long and emptied my entire load into her mouth. And she sucked it all and swallowed it down to the last drop (as if she wouldn't offend me!!!)

Usually when I finish, I'm done for a while. But Susan was so hot that I got back to work!!! immediately. Her breasts, which had been the forbidden fruit from the start, were hidden in a sexy beige bustier which made a crazy contrast with her black skin. I pulled it down and started licking and biting her nipples for about five minutes.

Of course, time at that hour was relative since, as I was, I couldn't really keep track. We switched to 69 and she continued to blow my half-hard cock and I had her pussy in front of me. I licked and fucked her with my tongue which honored the black power. I must have been doing a good job because I heard her moaning with pleasure and lust. My cock had hardened again. I turned her over to look at her and pushed it into her pussy from the front. I was thrusting it all in with quick, hard movements, while biting her nipples. Soon she finished. She must have gushed Niagara and at the same time, I came again too.

We spent the whole rest of the night like that. I loaded up, I unloaded. I didn't make a move for the ass. Why hide it? But that welcome in England has remained unforgettable for me. And if we didn't learn anything, we contributed to Anglo-Greek relations. Because in the morning I told her I wasn't Italian.

I saw Susan another two or three times. The friend... I saw her, but she wasn't worth it. White, fat, and ugly. Then we drifted apart. But for those, I might refer to them later.

That's all from the student years.