A Snowbunny is Born

How I went from a good girl to a snowbunny.

My names Ella, 24, and I’m just going to say it right now… I’m a snowbunny.

It’s not a term I’m proud or ashamed of, it just is what it is. Give me a gorgeous, athletic black guy and I’ll show you how eager and unashamed I can be, because I don’t hold back. The moment I’m alone with a fit black guy, I’m already wet and ready to worship his big black cock, and in my experience, they love my enthusiasm.

But I wasn’t always this way. I didn’t grow up with any black kids. There were a few in my school, and I was friends with a black girl who I used to dance with. I had a steady, white boyfriend my own age, together from fourteen to seventeen. I didn’t watch porn or secretly fantasise about black guys. It wasn’t a race thing. I just hadn’t encountered black guys in that way.

It was a trip to Barbados with my parents that made me this way. Diego. He was the culprit who turned this once young and innocent white girl into a total slut for big black cocks. I’m glad he did, because six years on, I’m still a sexually liberated white girl who loves being stretched by black men.

And this is how it happened…

I was 18 when I went on holiday to Barbados with my parents. Being a young teen dancer, I was in great shape with long, thick brown hair, fair skin, a slim waist, long legs, firm buttocks, and full, perky D-cup breasts.

I packed classic bikinis and pretty sundresses, wore minimal makeup, and carried that polite, girl-next-door sweetness, because that’s exactly who I was when I stepped onto that plane.

Apart from the sun, the entertainment team quickly became the highlight of the trip. Diego, twenty-seven, stood out immediately. He was tall, incredibly dark-skinned, and muscular with a charming smile and confidence. He started paying me special attention from day one, flirtatious attention.

In the evenings, the resort held lively entertainment nights with music, dancing, and shows. Diego would pull me up to dance. He even pulled my mother up to dance a few times, who found it hilarious. She actually kept discreetly encouraging it, winking at me and whispering behind dads back.

“Go on, Ella, have some fun while you’re young!” She thought it was all just innocent holiday flirting.

My dad was fairly relaxed but he clearly didn’t like how close Diego was getting to his little angel. He would frown and tell me to be careful. I told him not to worry, I wasn’t that kind of girl, especially with my parents around.

But the longer the holiday went on, fourteen days, the pull towards Diego grew stronger. Flirty conversations by the pool, late-night talks after the entrainment show, and of course those evening dances before the shows, where he would grip my waist tightly.

On the final night, suitcase packed for the flight home the following day, I discreetly snook him back to my room while my parents watched the show.

I was wearing a pretty, light blue summer dress, fitted at the top with a flowing skirt that showed off my tanned legs. I told my parents I was getting an early night, but met Diego, who took my hand and walked me back to my room like a gentleman.

As soon as I closed the door behind us, the tension spilled over. Diego pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, his hands sliding down my back. He slowly removed my dress, letting it pool at my feet, leaving me in just my white lace underwear. His smile lit up the room.

“Sexy, sexy,” he chuckled.

My heart raced and my mind spun with so much excitement and arousal as he kissed my neck and shoulders. He deftly unhooked my bra and caught my pale breasts. Pale because I didn’t go topless. He kneaded them gently while sucking on my taut, sensitive nipples, making me moan submissively.

“You’re so beautiful, Ella,” he whispered in his thick, sexy accent.

I wasn’t a virgin. I had one ex-boyfriend, like I said. He was slim and white. Diego was strong, athletic and very, very black. Seeing and feeling his dark hands on my much lighter skin felt exotic. My dad was far from racist, but he wouldn’t have been happy at all.

Diego laid me down on the bed and removed my panties, shaven mound, then took his time exploring my body with his soft lips, kissing down my flat tummy, along my toned thighs, and finally between my opening legs.

With a skilled tongue, he slowly licked my swollen wet folds and sucked my throbbing clit until I came hard for him. I even trembled and gripped the sheets. Diego made me feel like I was the sexiest girl on the whole island.

When he undressed, I stared at his thick, dark cock and giggled with some embarrassment. It really was huge, making me wonder how on earth it was going to fit inside me. But Diego was patient and gentle as he positioned himself between my legs.

“Relax, mi bonita,” he said softly, rubbing his thick purple head against my tight, pink, soaking wet pussy. I held my breath, staring down at the size of maleness about to enter me.

“Go slow,” I exhaled, genuinely nervous and a little frightened as he pushed inside me gradually, his left hand squeezing my breasts while his right hand guided his cock inside me.

“Yes… I will,” he smiled.

For the next five minutes, Diego kissed me sensually while he stretched my pussy, one inch at a time. He needed to pull back a lot before easing inside that little bit deeper again. I fucking loved it, gasping and moaning as he filled me.

Once he was all the way in, he stayed still, kissing me tenderly. I felt so happy and turned on I could have cried with joy. Then he began to move, long, slow, deep thrusts that made my entire body tremble again. I held him as if I had utterly fallen in love with him.

“You… so tight, baby,” he breathed, making beautiful love to me. “You ok?”

“Never better,” I sighed, rolling our hips in unison as he fucked me towards an orgasm with his magnificent black cock, an orgasm the likes of which I’d never experienced before. “Everything is perfect,” I said, clutching his back. “Keep going…”

I absolutely loved the contrast. As his big, thick cock filled me completely, causing absolutely wondrous sensations, my skin glistened against his dark, muscular body until I cried out in ecstasy again, this time on his big black length, my inner walls stretched, yet clamping viciously.

Diego kept moving with deep, gentle strokes, his hands firmly on my breasts, kneading them while he kissed my neck… and I exploded. Nothing else mattered in that moment. I was having the best orgasm I’d ever had. I really thought I’d fallen in love.

My first black lover then flipped me over onto my hands and knees, still gentle but deeper, he gripped my long brown hair and thrust into me from behind. The sound was hot and raw. I could do nothing except moan and pant, not giving a damn who heard me.

When I came on his cock for a second time, Diego fucked me harder, making my breasts swing violently until my orgasm had subsided. He then returned to being the gentleman, holding and kissing me as he turned me onto my back once more and hooked my legs over his shoulders.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. He was twenty-seven, a man, and hung like a stallion. I was eighteen, barely a woman with a vagina being stretched to total capacity. But God it did feel amazing having him inside me.

I came for a third and final time on his monster, four if I count the oral. My whole body shook violently as his big black cock destroyed my little pink pussy. It then ended with Diego grunting wildly as he filled me with his creamy cum. I told him to, wanting it inside me, wanting him to remember me.

I loved the attention he gave me during that holiday. It was totally unexpected. It made me not want to leave Barbados. But the incredible sex, his incredible black cock, made me wish I’d taken him back to my room the first time he asked me for my name.

My only regret is that I didn’t suck his cock. But I’d soon make up for that.

I flew back home beside my parents with a heavy heart and a big smile. Sure, I was sore when I used the toilet on the plane, but Diego had unearthed something inside me that would turn me from an innocent brunette good girl into the confident, platinum blonde snowbunny that I am today.

I didn’t know that at the time, but when I turned up at university, where it was multiracial, I was soon going out partying with new friends, dying my hair, using heavy makeup, and wearing shorter, tighter, lower-cut clothing, chasing hot, athletic black guys for fun.