1 & 2. When I met my husband over 35 years ago, I told him I was "kinky." He smiled a smile I came to recognize over the years and asked me to tell him something that made me "kinky." I told him I liked giving head. He laughed and I asked him why? He proceeded to educate me into what "kinky" really meant. He told me he was a voyeur, that he liked to watch his girlfriends fuck black men and that he often joined in. Equipped with a nice nine inches plus, he never lacked for confidence and doesn't to this day. One evening, he painted a fantasy of me fucking a black friend of his I had met a couple of weeks earlier. By the time he finished, my pussy was running like a river with juices and I had come three times on his cock. Four night's later, I fucked my first black man and was shared by my future husband for the first of many times.
3. No, I wasn't resistant at all. When I was younger, there was a black boy, who rode his bike up and down our street. One day, we were talking and he told me he liked his "women" to know how to swallow. I asked him "swallow what?" He laughed and said, "hop on my bike and we'll go out into the woods by the railroad tracks and I'll show you what." Something about the way he looked at me like he could see through my clothes and see me naked made me nervous and excited...probably the first sexual response I ever had. I got my bike and told my mom I was going down to see a friend down the street. When he pulled out his cock to show me what I was going to get the "stuff" to swallow from, I became very excited but knew I didn't want his cock in my mouth, so we kissed and he helped me lose my shorts, panties and top. It was the first time I was naked with a member of the opposite sex. He lay on top of me and wanted to "put it in just a little bit." (Shades of 50 Cent!) I told him "no," not because I knew what might happen but because it just seemed "yucky" at the time. Anyway, he rubbed up and down with his cock between us until he came on my belly. I had my first taste of salty semen and never considered this a "sexual" encounter but more of a exploration. So, I could never say I was resistant!!
4. Considering my first TRUE encounter to be the one with my future husband's friend, yes, I was hooked. As I told my husband a few years ago when we were discussing our life in the lifestyle, I was hooked from the first moment I watched his friend raise up on extended arms and slowly split my pussy lips apart with the head of his cock pushing inch after inch into my pussy until he was balls deep in me. After they both finished with me sometime in the early morning, I knew I'd want black men as a part of my steady diet of sexual partners.
5. NEVER went B.O. or W.O. and never would. I like variety and I love fucking men...period.
6. Husband and I aren't into that style of play. As regular readers of our posts know, we don't like labels nor is he any of those derogatory names. Have no use for them, but to each their own.