0 comments/ 14232 views/ 1 favorites Black Spring Break By: Samuelx The best fun I've ever had was during vacation. Ever notice that when they show Spring Break videos featuring college students having fun, they almost never show black students? That's messed up, you know. I guess that's why my friends and I decided to make our own black-themed Spring Break video. Show the world they were wrong and display once and for all the fact that black male and black female college students can get down with the best of thing. After all, I'm pretty sure our ancestors invented partying and other cultures merely imported it. My name is Juanita Dolce. I'm a young black woman living in the city of Boston. I am fortunate enough to attend the prestigious W.E.B. Dubois University, named after legendary African-American intellectual and civil rights activist W.E.B. Dubois. We're the first black Ivy League school in America. Founded in 1964, one year after the death of that legendary writer. It started out as a small private school. Forty five years later, it was considered one of the best schools in the country. Dubois University has an endowment of two billion dollars, and offers associates, bachelors, masters and doctorates in more than eighty fields. The school has sixty three thousand students, spread over quite a few campuses. We have locations throughout Massachusetts including Great Barrington, Boston, Plymouth, Allston, Andover, Peabody, Lynn and Fitchburg. The Boston campus is the flagship of the university, with its thirty eight thousand students. The Boston campus of W.E.B. Dubois University is the place I call home these days. I left my native Houston, Texas at the start of my freshman year and I haven't looked back ever since. I came to my school mostly because I'd heard great things about it. Next to Morehouse College and Spelman College, it was considered the top black school in North America. Let's be honest. It's the only top-notch private coeducational school in New England where the student body population is over sixty two percent black. Dubois University has produced senators, congressmen, business leaders and maybe someday a president or two. Personally, I came for all the handsome black studs. I'm not going to lie. I aim to get myself a husband at this school, on top of my master's degree in business administration. Demographically, the place was promising. Fifty one percent of the student population was male, which just made dating a lot easier for us young black ladies. It's hard to find a good-looking, educated, single black man in this country. Historically black colleges and universities are a sister's best bet. The other reason why I came, other than the surprisingly affordable tuition (Dubois University costs twenty three grand a year, including room and board) was the astounding athletic opportunities they had for students of both sexes. The school has a reputation as an athletic powerhouse. The Dubois University Department of Athletics sponsors Men's Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Cycling, Bowling, Fencing, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Water Polo, Volleyball, Gymnastics, Track & Field, Football, Wrestling, Ice Hockey, Rowing, Golf, Lacrosse, Sailing, Rugby, Rifle and Archery along with Women's Intercollegiate Softball, Basketball, Bowling, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Cycling, Water Polo, Gymnastics, Track & Field, Field Hockey, Sailing, Fencing, Rowing, Wrestling, Ice Hockey, Golf, Lacrosse, Equestrian, Rugby, Volleyball, Rifle and Archery. All teams compete in the NCAA Division One. We're collectively known as the Troopers and the Lady Troopers. Upon enrolling at the school, I joined the Women's Rugby team. I've always heard good things about rugby but never tried it. I thought it was just football without helmets or pads. It turned out to be much more than that. I was one of five black women on the women's varsity rugby team. I guess some things never change. Even at a historically black school, most black students stuck to their traditional sports like football, men's and women's basketball, men's baseball, women's softball, men's and women's wrestling and men's and women's volleyball. The men's and women's ice hockey teams were nearly all white. As were the men's and women's rowing, men's and women's sailing and men's and women's tennis teams. Don't even get me started about the men's and women's gymnastics and fencing teams. You get the picture. I think I tried rugby because it wasn't expected of me. I got really good at it too. I've played football with the guys on the dirt roads of my Houston neighborhood growing up. I was a tough tomboy, not a dainty little lady. At six-foot-one and 240 pounds, I meant business no matter which contact sport I tried. I've always been a big girl and I don't see that changing anytime soon. When women's rugby season ended, I tried my hand at coed varsity cycling. Now that was a demanding sport. It's lot tougher and more tiring than it looks. The constant motion and endurance requirements were an exercise in resilience. I got a real kick out of it. It was while cycling that I met someone who changed my life forever. Jacob Hazel, cousin of my best friend Rachel Hazel. I met Rachel while on the rugby team. She is a six-foot-tall, broad-shouldered and deeply muscular, dark-skinned and short-haired young black woman who could easily pass for a professional bodybuilder. Back in high school, she was a football player and a varsity wrestler. At Dubois University she joined the women's rugby team and tried wrestling for a season or two before giving it up to focus on rugby. Rachel was a sweet gal, though she was tough-looking and had a scary glare. She was friendly and open-minded. We became pals. Sometimes, we hung out on the streets of Boston. Riding our bikes and also checking out the cute guys. Rachel had recently lost her boyfriend Jamal Stone to a trigger-happy cop's bullet during a traffic stop. The cop shot him because he thought he had a gun when Jamal reached for his wallet. This incident filled her with hatred for the police. There was a media circus and the cop was put on trial. Unfortunately, he was acquitted by a jury of his peers in Wellesley, Massachusetts. Rachel was mad as hell as you can imagine. She lobbied to create Racial Profiling Awareness Day on campus and got her wish. Jacob Hazel was Rachel's cousin from Atlanta, Georgia. He transferred to Dubois University as a sophomore, following a year spent at the University of Georgia. He joined our football team because his old school didn't have one, though they were planning on fielding one in the near future. When I first met him, I thought he was really cute. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and muscular, good-looking young man with dark brown skin, almond-shaped gray eyes and curly black hair. He looked really good, even with the permanent egotistical half-smirk he always wore on that handsome mug of his. Or perhaps because of it. I'm not sure. Anyhow, I soon began running into Jacob Hazel all the time. When I worked out at the gym, he was often there. Always surrounded by at least two of his football team buddies and their girlfriends. A lot of brothers around campus, especially the jocks, had white girlfriends. What's up with that? I'm not hating. I'm just curious. Jacob, I noticed, was often without a hot chick on his arm. I don't usually go for younger men but this time, I made an exception. I basically pumped Rachel for example, surreptitiously of course. Without being too obvious about it, I asked her about her hunky cousin. Naturally, she saw right through me. I wasn't sure how she'd feel about my dating him. So I was careful as to what I said to her. Rachel laughed and told me it was cool that I liked her cousin. I had her blessing, so to speak. Jacob and I began hanging out. We'd go to the movies together or have lunch. He was mad cool, I noticed. We had a lot in common. Both of us came from prominent black families. My father, John Dolce is a State Representative in Houston, Texas. My mother Joan Harrington Dolce is a Texas Ranger. Jacob's father was the Athletic Director of the University of Atlanta Tech in his native Georgia. His mother was dead from cancer. He didn't like to talk about her much. I respected his privacy. I'm not big on stirring up unpleasant memories. Tends to lead to awkward moments. Jacob and I had been seeing each other for a couple of weeks when he invited me to go on Spring Break with him. I didn't know what to say. Yes, of course! That was before he told me that his cousin Rachel was coming with us, along with her friend Jonathan Shay. Yay! And here I thought I was going to have my sexy new boyfriend to myself for a week at the beach. Of course he had to bring his moody cousin and her lovestruck pal along. Jonathan was a tall, good-looking, bald-headed light-skinned black man. One of four ethnic minority members of the Men's Ice Hockey team. He's one of those rich and naïve black folks who've never heard of hardship. Not my favorite kind of person. Of course, that was before he invited us to spend Spring Break with him at his parents mansion in Oak Bluffs, the wealthy black enclave on Martha's Vineyard. When the big day came, we all crammed ourselves in Jonathan Shay's big red Hummer and set a course for the Vineyard. We left Boston. Jonathan and Rachel sat up front. Jacob and I sat in the back. That part I didn't mind. Jacob held my hand in his and gently squeezed it as we rolled down the highway. I smiled and gave him a quick kiss. I don't know why but I feel shy about kissing him with his cousin around. Rachel Hazel is very protective of the men in her life and she has this habit of giving that deadly glare to any woman who comes too close. Even though we were tight, I wouldn't put it past her to give me that glare someday. I rolled down my window and let some air through. I love the feel of the wind through my hair. That's what life was all about. I'm in a car with my best friend and my boyfriend, and some random but friendly guy who was letting us stay at his tricked-out house. All four of us were black college students doing some traveling and having some fun during Spring Break. Just like millions of others all over the country. Except ours would be a black Spring Break. I smiled. I must say I liked the sound of that. Black Spring Break 2009 My name is Samantha Mont-Auban and I'll be your guide through the first-ever Black Spring Break! I'm a five-foot-ten, full-figured, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned ( and proud ) Haitian woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a nice, two-bedroom apartment on the West Side with my lifelong best friends Catherine Augustine and Melanie Bertrand. We've known each other for a while. Since our halcyon days at Brockton Community High School, in fact. Just three full-figured young Black college women living in the big city. We're all in the Criminal Justice program at Bay State College in downtown Boston, which we carpool to daily. This is our story of getting by during Spring Break 2009. Have you ever noticed that whenever you see a Spring Break music video or watch a Spring Break movie, they only show skinny White women in bikinis and White guys in swim trunks having a good time? They never show Black male and Black female students getting their party on. Ever. We're never shown on the beach, getting wild or doing our thing. I find that not only extremely prejudiced but also downright infuriating. The media can't get enough of Black people getting into trouble but they never show Black college men and Black college women having a good time. Just good, clean fun. Seriously. Well, my girlfriends and I decided to rectify that. We're having ourselves a Black Spring Break! We had ourselves a little party during the first weekend of March 2009. Spring Break vacation was on its way to Bay State College and we decided to keep things interesting. To that end, we invited three really cool Black college men to join us on a trip to the city of Atlanta, Georgia. Why Atlanta? Simply because it's where some of the finest Black colleges and universities are. Schools like Morehouse College, Spellman College and Georgia State University. When these young Black men and young Black women get out of school for Spring Break vacation, many of them stick to Atlanta to get their party on. During Spring Break, Atlanta is a Mecca for the Black college student. The way places like Cancun and Aspen attract the White guys and White chicks by the barrel. My girlfriends and I were all ready to go. We had a van full of gas, clothes, supplies, cash and most important of all, three Ebony stud muffins to keep us entertained. They're good friends of ours we've known for a long time. They're mighty fine-looking too! Here they all are. First, there's my man Markus Antoine, a big and tall, caramel-skinned young Black man from Bridgewater State College. Henry Padilla, a tall and chubby Biracial guy of Hispanic and African-American descent. He plays Soccer for Emerson College. And finally there was my pal Leander Brown, a big and tall, dark-skinned Football player from Curry College. It was Friday night and we weren't leaving until Saturday morning. Driving from Massachusetts to Georgia will take almost eight hours. Yeah, it's a long trip. We were having a real good time, drinking while dancing and watching music videos on MTV. Just some college buddies having a good time together. I don't know exactly how, but somehow our little party turned into a full-fledged orgy. I mean, one minute I was dancing with Mark, and the next I was making out with him on the couch. I guess I was horny because he looked real good to me and I hadn't had any in a while. My last relationship ended because my ex-boyfriend Lawrence Madison decided that full-figured Black women weren't his thing anymore. We've been going out since our freshman year at Bay State College and he ditched me on Valentine's Day, choosing to break up with me via text. He's shacked up with a White chick named Pauline, from nearby Berklee College. She dumped him a week ago and he begged me to take him back. I told him if he ever called my house again, I'd shove my foot up his ass. He sent me flowers, as if that would appease me. To be honest, I couldn't care less. Lawrence is a punk anyway. I had myself a real man, and his name was Mark. Mark was a really good kisser. If a guy isn't a good kisser, I don't think he's going to rock my world if I decide to give him some play. Trust me, I know this. Mark was really aggressive, with his hands all over me. I really liked that. And I liked the bulge in his pants too. I ran my hands all over it, feeling his erection through his pants. Hot damn, he was hard as a piston. Just the way I liked my men. Pretty soon, we were getting down and dirty. What with his fingers on my pussy and his dick in my mouth. It's weird how that happened. Sometimes, I just want some dick. And Mark had an eight-inch, uncircumcised rod of power that simply begged to be sucked. What? Do my words and actions shock you? They really shouldn't. A lot more women are into casual sex than most people realize. I'm just more honest about it, that's all. Nearby, I noticed that my girlfriends were getting their freak on as well. Leander and Catherine had their hands all over each other. Catherine is around five-foot-nine, voluptuous and busty, with dark brown skin, short Black hair and a thick ass. And Leander had his hands all over that ass. He cupped her butt cheeks in his hands while suckling on her tits. Catherine smiled and led her stud to the couch, where they did their thing. Leander was all set and ready to go but Catherine told him flat-out that if he couldn't lick her pussy, he couldn't stick his cock in it. Hot damn, talk about a sexual ultimatum! Leander simply rolled with it. He spread Catherine's plump thighs and went muff-diving. Catherine chuckled softly as the big and tall Black stud began licking her pussy. Meanwhile, Melanie and Henry were going at it. The last time I saw these two, they were bumping and grinding while "Riding Dirty" played in the background. They really are fascinating to look at. Melanie is the darkest-toned Black woman I know. Her skin is almost blue-Black and she's damn proud of it. Her hair is long and lustrous, framing a round, shy-looking face. And she's exquisitely beautiful too. Standing six feet two inches tall, full-figured, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. I call her my Black Amazon. Henry is light-skinned, tall and chubby. Just the way she liked her men. Which probably explained why she was sucking his dick with such gusto. You go girl! Now, where was I? Oh, yes. I was sucking all of the cum after Mark's dick after working my magic on him. He sighed in pleasure and praised my oral talents. I smiled, then straddled him. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I lowered myself onto his lap until his cock rubbed against my pussy. With a downward thrust, I impaled myself on his cock. Mark put his arms around my waist and thrust into me. My sexy man began pounding his dick into my pussy like he was paying for it. My big tits flopped around his face and he frigging loved it. Just like I knew he would. He's a freak, like me! I told him to tear my pussy up. Folks, it's been a while since I got some and this chick is making up for lost time! As I rode on Mark's magic stick, I noticed my girlfriends getting it on with their men. Henry had Melanie on all fours, face down and ass up. I watched her hand him a small bottle, and my eyes widened in surprise. Melanie met my gaze, and smiled sheepishly. I shook my head. To each his or her own, alright? Henry spread Melanie's ass cheeks wide open, and smeared lotion on her anus. Then he pushed his cock into her asshole. Melanie grimaced as he began to fuck her in the ass. Wow. I never thought I'd see the day. A six-foot-two Black Amazon getting fucked in the ass by a macho man. Well, I guess you never really know someone, you know? Watching Melanie getting fucked in the ass and obviously enjoying it inspired me to give it a try. I asked Mark, and as you can imagine he was all for it. The big Black stud was quite eager. Well, I told him to cool his jets. If we were going to do this, it would be by my rules. I got on all fours, and made him lick my asshole. He did. I told him to finger my ass. He did. Satisfied, I greased up his dick and slowly let him into my ass. Mark placed his hands on my hips and gently eased his dick into my ass. It hurt a little, but I was well lubricated so it helped. It wasn't long before he started fucking me nice and easy, slowly filling my ass with his dick. I never thought I'd say this but I kind of liked having Mark's dick in my ass! Meanwhile, Leander and Catherine were roughing it, as they say. She was on all fours, screaming her lungs off as he drilled his cock into her pussy from behind. He gripped her long hair, yanking her head back as he fucked her. Hot damn, this man really knew how to fuck! What he and Catherine did next surprised the shit out of me. After he fucked her silly, Catherine made Leander get on all fours. Spreading his ass cheeks, she began licking and fingering his asshole. Whoa! That was a surprise. I didn't know Leander got down like that and I didn't think Catherine was this freaky! If you thought this was freaky, imagine how I felt when I saw her grab a strap-on dildo from a drawer and strap it on. Leander waited patiently as she lubed up both the dildo and his ass. Without further ado, Catherine spread Leander's ass cheeks and pushed the dildo into him. Hot damn! Folks, I had no idea my girlfriends were this freaky. On either side of me, the action was exploding. Melanie was screaming as Henry drilled his cock into her ass and Leander was howling as Catherine eagerly sodomized him with her thick strap-on dildo. Wow! If I'd known my girlfriends and their men were this freaky, I would have brought my camera. Can't get to it now. Not with Mark's hands holding me into place as he fucked me in the ass. Even though it hurt, or maybe because it did, I loved the feel of his dick in my ass. It felt really good, once I got past the initial discomfort. We fucked and sucked the night away. When dawn came, it found us lying on the living room floor, three naked men and three naked women. Passed out after the party of the decade! On Saturday morning, I was the first one to wake up, so I made some coffee. I prepared breakfast for everyone. A gigantic omelet ( I used nine eggs ), six cheese sandwiches and six cups of orange juice. Then I woke the others. It was seven and we were leaving Brockton at nine. The others had trouble waking up, so I got myself a cup full of iced water and let it drip over various tangled male and female bodies. They all got pissed at me for such a rude awakening, but laughed when we started talking about last night's events. Yeah, it was definitely a night to remember. By unanimous decision, we decided to have an orgiastic good time once we got to Atlanta. Then we all hit the showers where more naughty fun followed before we finally got dressed and hit the road. Atlanta city, here we come!