I'm a clean-cut 19 year-old redhead with milky white tits that stick straight out. If you passed me on the street, you'd think I have a normal sex life. However, the only way I can get off is with a big black cock shoved up my tight little pink arsehole.

"Yoohoo," I shouted. "This is the house you want."

"It sure looks that way," he called from the sidewalk. His eyes traveled all over my well-shaped young white body. Something inside me snapped. I mean this guy was a dreamboat, a young Harry Belafonte type. Neatly dressed in tight bluejeans, the outline of his chocolate choad showed through his pants. I don't think I had ever seen a cock that big.

"When can I see it?" He interrupted my lewd thoughts.

"You can see it right now," I replied, licking my lips all too obviously.

"Excuse me, young lady?"

"Just come inside." I hurried him into the house and slammed the door. My pussy was juicing like a piece of old fruit. As he followed me into the living room, I knew in my heart that I would be the type of pretty white girl that got hooked on smooth, black cock.

"Sit on this couch," I ordered my slave man. He smiled and I swear the snake in his pants twitched. I sat next to him and told him he was in for a treat today. Moving my hand between his legs I rubbed on the bulge, feeling it grow hard and long. Real long. I had my hands on a monster.

His hips moved a little and he said, "Miss, you're getting Mr. Johnson caught in my underwear and it's starting to hurt."

"I'll fix that," I said and began unbuttoning his jeans. He leaned back as I spread the tops of the pants. The gleaming white jockey shorts looked incredible against his ebony skin.

"Lift your arse up a little. I need to get these down," It was so exciting telling a big black man what to do. I wondered if he could smell the puddle between my legs.

He lifted and I grabbed his shorts and jeans together and pulled. The huge mambo sprung up past his belly button. I couldn't help bending over and taking it in my mouth. I'd blown plenty of teen-age white boys, but this pecker was the prize of my life. His dark dick filled my cheeks and pressed into the back of my throat. I was determined not to gag on this beauty.

My head bobbed up and down on that monster for a few minutes. He was so cool, just leaning back and enjoying my mouthwork on his dick. As I sucked, I kneaded his ball sack, squeezing the giant nuts with my fingers. It was so much fun being the aggressor with such a masculine guy.

After some more sucking, he lifted my head with both hands and brought my mouth close to his, Saliva from my sucking glistened on my sore lips. Our eyes met and he pulled our mouths together, then stuck his tongue down my throat. His dusky tongue felt as big as his boner as he fucked my mouth with it. I tried to imagine my girlfriends seeing me right now, swapping spit with a black guy. My cunt juice was pouring into my panties. I don't think I've ever been more aware that I was a female.

"Let's get our clothes off," he suggested. Sounded good to me. We stripped in seconds. My legs shook as my eyes took in his gleaming darkness. He reached out a hand and began playing with my pussy. The skin on his hands was soft, not like I expected from a manual laborer.

A finger went inside me like a little black cock. He diddled my clit and I had a short, quick first come. I knew I was just building up for some big ones. Dropping down on him, I rubbed my pale whiteness against his African majesty.

He sat up on the couch and moved me so that I was lying on my stomach in his lap. He reached between my legs and scooped up some pussy juice from the source. I was making plenty of it for him. Reaching into the crack of my arse, he started to move his fingers up and down, tickling my arsehole as he passed by it. I've always had a tiny arsehole. When I jerk my clit, I like to stick a finger up it. But I've never could get even two digits in there.

Back and forth, he kept transferring slit juice from my pussy to my arse crack. With each pass he spent more time around my arsehole. His fingers would rub the anal ridge, then one would enter a little, then back to my pussy for more slime. When I was thoroughly messed up with slick liquid, he took his long black middle finger and began screwing it into my shitter in earnest.

In and out, in and out, deeper and deeper it went into my shitter. He started making circles with it, getting my arsehole to expand, grow, enlarge. Eventually I could feel two fingers up there. The three fingers screwed my arsehole even wider. I was drooling onto my mother's white couch, my head rolling back and forth with the pleasure and pain.

I guess he finally thought I was ready for something, so he made get up and kneel on the couch with my face pressed into the backrest. He was in control now, not me. I was submitting to him, letting him have this young white body for his black perversions. He stood behind where I couldn't see what he was doing.

"I think you're gonna like this baby," he panted.

"Like what?" As if I didn't know.

"I wanna see my big black cock up your fine white arsehole. I wanna shoot my scum right up inside your pale arse. You want it, baby, don't you?"

He put the tip of his dick up against my shit-hole and pushed hard against my well-prepared bung.

"Oh, it's so big," I had to cry. "You're hurting me, please. It's too big." I meant what I said, but still I pushed back to meet that ebony boner. The thought of its blackness inside my most private hole filled me with desire.

"You can take it. I made your white arsehole big with my fingers." He pushed his dick into me. It felt like the biggest turd in the world.

My African prince's finger work had made my arsehole wide enough to take his whole pecker all the way up my bowels. Inch by inch that monster cock slid up my tush.

It stopped hurting after a second and all I wanted was to be completely filled by him. I grabbed the top of the couch, my mother's precious couch, as he began pumping my arse with his cock.

Here I was, a nice high school girl, being buggered in my own living room by a big black stud. Everything about this situation was turning me on. I started to help him come, actually fucking myself along the length of his shaft. It was in so deep I thought it was going to come out my pussy.

The pressure in my bowels was intense, relieved only when his dick slid back in preparation for another thrust.

"Come in me," I begged. "Shoot it up my arsehole, now!"

"I'm coming," he shouted at the top of his lungs. I came, too, squealing like the stuck pig I was. It was like his cock had frigged my cunt from the inside. My clit went off like fireworks. We both twitched and humped and jerked around. moaning, gasping for breath. I could feel hot scum fill my arsehole and bowels. His cock squished on the last weak thrusts as my slack anus farted helplessly around his still massive prick.

Finally it was over and we collapsed into a heap on the couch. In the afterglow I held his head to my titty as he sucked my nipple like a baby.

"That sure was nice, but I gotta go," he said in a few minutes.

"Go? But you've got chores to do."

"Chores? Bitch, this ain't Mandingo."

"But didn't the employment service send you?"

"Hell, no," he said as he got dressed, "I'm looking for a car I saw advertised in the paper. So I'm outa here. It was fun, though."

I followed him out, admiring his tight arse cheeks and thinking about what I could do to his butthole. He left and as I was about to close the door, a tall, handsome young black man called to me from the sidewalk: "Is this the Murphy house? Sorry I'm late."

"Come right in," I said with a smile, "My mother won't be home for hours!"

I'm a clean-cut 19 year-old redhead with milky white tits that stick straight out. If you passed me on the street, you'd think I have a normal sex life. However, the only way I can get off is with a big black cock shoved up my tight little pink arsehole.

"Yoohoo," I shouted. "This is the house you want."

"It sure looks that way," he called from the sidewalk. His eyes traveled all over my well-shaped young white body. Something inside me snapped. I mean this guy was a dreamboat, a young Harry Belafonte type. Neatly dressed in tight bluejeans, the outline of his chocolate choad showed through his pants. I don't think I had ever seen a cock that big.

"When can I see it?" He interrupted my lewd thoughts.

"You can see it right now," I replied, licking my lips all too obviously.

"Excuse me, young lady?"

"Just come inside." I hurried him into the house and slammed the door. My pussy was juicing like a piece of old fruit. As he followed me into the living room, I knew in my heart that I would be the type of pretty white girl that got hooked on smooth, black cock.

"Sit on this couch," I ordered my slave man. He smiled and I swear the snake in his pants twitched. I sat next to him and told him he was in for a treat today. Moving my hand between his legs I rubbed on the bulge, feeling it grow hard and long. Real long. I had my hands on a monster.

His hips moved a little and he said, "Miss, you're getting Mr. Johnson caught in my underwear and it's starting to hurt."

"I'll fix that," I said and began unbuttoning his jeans. He leaned back as I spread the tops of the pants. The gleaming white jockey shorts looked incredible against his ebony skin.

"Lift your arse up a little. I need to get these down," It was so exciting telling a big black man what to do. I wondered if he could smell the puddle between my legs.

He lifted and I grabbed his shorts and jeans together and pulled. The huge mambo sprung up past his belly button. I couldn't help bending over and taking it in my mouth. I'd blown plenty of teen-age white boys, but this pecker was the prize of my life. His dark dick filled my cheeks and pressed into the back of my throat. I was determined not to gag on this beauty.

My head bobbed up and down on that monster for a few minutes. He was so cool, just leaning back and enjoying my mouthwork on his dick. As I sucked, I kneaded his ball sack, squeezing the giant nuts with my fingers. It was so much fun being the aggressor with such a masculine guy.

After some more sucking, he lifted my head with both hands and brought my mouth close to his, Saliva from my sucking glistened on my sore lips. Our eyes met and he pulled our mouths together, then stuck his tongue down my throat. His dusky tongue felt as big as his boner as he fucked my mouth with it. I tried to imagine my girlfriends seeing me right now, swapping spit with a black guy. My cunt juice was pouring into my panties. I don't think I've ever been more aware that I was a female.

"Let's get our clothes off," he suggested. Sounded good to me. We stripped in seconds. My legs shook as my eyes took in his gleaming darkness. He reached out a hand and began playing with my pussy. The skin on his hands was soft, not like I expected from a manual laborer.

A finger went inside me like a little black cock. He diddled my clit and I had a short, quick first come. I knew I was just building up for some big ones. Dropping down on him, I rubbed my pale whiteness against his African majesty.

He sat up on the couch and moved me so that I was lying on my stomach in his lap. He reached between my legs and scooped up some pussy juice from the source. I was making plenty of it for him. Reaching into the crack of my arse, he started to move his fingers up and down, tickling my arsehole as he passed by it. I've always had a tiny arsehole. When I jerk my clit, I like to stick a finger up it. But I've never could get even two digits in there.

Back and forth, he kept transferring slit juice from my pussy to my arse crack. With each pass he spent more time around my arsehole. His fingers would rub the anal ridge, then one would enter a little, then back to my pussy for more slime. When I was thoroughly messed up with slick liquid, he took his long black middle finger and began screwing it into my shitter in earnest.

In and out, in and out, deeper and deeper it went into my shitter. He started making circles with it, getting my arsehole to expand, grow, enlarge. Eventually I could feel two fingers up there. The three fingers screwed my arsehole even wider. I was drooling onto my mother's white couch, my head rolling back and forth with the pleasure and pain.

I guess he finally thought I was ready for something, so he made get up and kneel on the couch with my face pressed into the backrest. He was in control now, not me. I was submitting to him, letting him have this young white body for his black perversions. He stood behind where I couldn't see what he was doing.

"I think you're gonna like this baby," he panted.

"Like what?" As if I didn't know.

"I wanna see my big black cock up your fine white arsehole. I wanna shoot my scum right up inside your pale arse. You want it, baby, don't you?"

He put the tip of his dick up against my shit-hole and pushed hard against my well-prepared bung.

"Oh, it's so big," I had to cry. "You're hurting me, please. It's too big." I meant what I said, but still I pushed back to meet that ebony boner. The thought of its blackness inside my most private hole filled me with desire.

"You can take it. I made your white arsehole big with my fingers." He pushed his dick into me. It felt like the biggest turd in the world.

My African prince's finger work had made my arsehole wide enough to take his whole pecker all the way up my bowels. Inch by inch that monster cock slid up my tush.

It stopped hurting after a second and all I wanted was to be completely filled by him. I grabbed the top of the couch, my mother's precious couch, as he began pumping my arse with his cock.

Here I was, a nice high school girl, being buggered in my own living room by a big black stud. Everything about this situation was turning me on. I started to help him come, actually fucking myself along the length of his shaft. It was in so deep I thought it was going to come out my pussy.

The pressure in my bowels was intense, relieved only when his dick slid back in preparation for another thrust.

"Come in me," I begged. "Shoot it up my arsehole, now!"

"I'm coming," he shouted at the top of his lungs. I came, too, squealing like the stuck pig I was. It was like his cock had frigged my cunt from the inside. My clit went off like fireworks. We both twitched and humped and jerked around. moaning, gasping for breath. I could feel hot scum fill my arsehole and bowels. His cock squished on the last weak thrusts as my slack anus farted helplessly around his still massive prick.

Finally it was over and we collapsed into a heap on the couch. In the afterglow I held his head to my titty as he sucked my nipple like a baby.

"That sure was nice, but I gotta go," he said in a few minutes.

"Go? But you've got chores to do."

"Chores? Bitch, this ain't Mandingo."

"But didn't the employment service send you?"

"Hell, no," he said as he got dressed, "I'm looking for a car I saw advertised in the paper. So I'm outa here. It was fun, though."

I followed him out, admiring his tight arse cheeks and thinking about what I could do to his butthole. He left and as I was about to close the door, a tall, handsome young black man called to me from the sidewalk: "Is this the Murphy house? Sorry I'm late."

"Come right in," I said with a smile, "My mother won't be home for hours!"