My Likes Were Always For Small Pretty Latina Girls

I always wanted to be petite, but the Gods had it in for me and I grew to be five ten and weigh 145 pounds. I was a big proportionate girl and I had athletic skill and played on the volley ball team during high school. Nothing says gay like short short shorts and a tight ass for your team mate girlfriends. Being one of the bigger girls my role was seduction and first fuck. I went after the ballet girls, the band girls, the tiny ones.

My high school was large, we had over three thousand kids in senior high (tenth through twelfth). The field was wide open and girls of every kind went to our high school. As a varsity volley ball girl I had my pick. I ate my way through a dozen girls before Cupid struck me down. Alicia, a tenth grader, Colombian mother, Anglo father. Perfect, light brown skin, beautiful face, long black hair, nice tits and a hot hungry pussy. That I fucked her only made the varsity boys angry. She was my girlfriend and I meant it. NO TOUCHY TOUCHY.

I went to college on an Athletic scholarship, to a small private school in San Antonio, Texas. Surrounded by little brown girls, so much pussy, so little time. All my girlfriends learned to shave smooth, I ate smoothy pussies, no pubes. Plus I loved the look of a perfect smooth brown pussy. Being a college girl gave me advantages, most girls were from backgrounds that never went to college. Nice, playful, but their goals were getting jobs in retail or food service.

I went to work for a Chiropractor back in La after college. I have a degree in Kinesiology and I got certified as a Physical Therapist. All the old men came for me to give them a workout. I wore my tight shirt, I have nice enough boobs, and my pants up tight and gave them a good look at a woman's bulge. I was a producer for the clinic. It was odd to me at first, that it was old men who came, I didn't really have much chance with a woman who wanted to treated. For her there was always Jason, our masseuse. The more hands on the better. Rub her down, get those hands up high between her thighs, push up against her breasts. Let her feel his bulge against her leaning over to give her a nice shoulder massage.

I made good money, and the bonus was good. But I missed having a nice young lady to play with. I met Cristina at the mall buying Lululemon. I helped her pick out a pair of tights that framed her little ass and accentuated her bulge. She was embarrassed but no so embarrassed to stop me rubbing her bulge down and getting her to open up for me. She laughed that a rub down would get her an immediate toe. I took Cristina home, gave her a long hot shower, shaved her for a nice smoothy and ate her. A art student from Monterrey Mexico, she had never had a woman go down on her.

She learned that she liked my attention and soon she was moving in with me. I had Cristina for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I went to work and gave the old men a treat, and went home and stripped Cristina naked and showed her how a girl should be massaged. My job requires me to stay fit, and I have always had strong hands. Every girl I know, intimately, liked my strong hands. I'm no longer a college girl, I'm a regular woman now competing with the new crop of girls coming out of college. But I still have my touch, and I have Cristina to prove it. I can kiss her silly, massage her till she zones out, I shave her because I like the touch and love to look at her pussy. I will never give up on small brown Latina girls. That's where it's at with me.

I've given more than a passing thought of marrying Cristina and keeping her here for her Green Card.