Old Farm Hand
When I was a teen living at home on the family farm, we had an older black man as a farm hand who was there every day doing farm work. I would help him take care of the animals.
One day we put the boar in with the sow to breed and we watched the act. I got very h**** and the old guy laughed and asked if I would like to be a sow, to which I giggled and replied, "looks like fun". I would sleep at night wondering what s** was like. One day we were doing things in the barn and I asked him what s** was like. He looked at me and said there is nothing better in life and no one can describe it. After a while, he said, "You wanna find out"? I giggled and said sure! He took my cherry in the hay in the barn on a saddle blanket. We did it often until I left and went to college and I found guys there who were willing to sample my wares.
I am now 60, married, and grown children. (None are black)