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Subject: {ASSM} RP Daddy's Little Whore Ch.1 by Rachael Ross (M/f, Teen, Interracial, Size, Facial, Drug Use: marijuana)
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Daddy's Little Whore

Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
Story Codes: M/f, Interracial, Size, Facial, Drug Use (marijuana)

Synopsis: Fifteen year old Samantha is Daddy's little girl, but
growing up without a mom means she's had to grow up fast. In this
chapter Sammie's just out looking for fun when she finds out that the
rumors she's heard about black guys being big aren't just true...They're
mind-boggling!

Note: This is a repost of an incomplete story originally written and
posted to ASSM in August of 2006. I am reposting because I have
completed an additional chapter, Chapter 4, and I thought I'd make it
easier on those readers who are unafamiliar with the story to catch
up. -rr may 2007

Daddy's Little Whore
By rache

Chapter One: Deke's Phreak

"Good morning, Daddy." I smiled at him as he came into the kitchen. I
always made breakfast for him.

"Hey Sammie." He always called me that, everyone did. My real name is
Samantha.

"Hmmm hold on." I clucked my tongue and fixed Daddy's tie while he
looked down at me. You'd think a 42 year old man could tie his own
tie, but 3 days out of 5 I had to redo it for him. I think he liked
the attention.

"Thanks." He made a little face.

"Uh-huh." I nodded.

"I don't have time to eat, Sam, I'll..." He started syaing, but then he
saw the look on my face and decided to sit down.

"That's what I thought." I smiled and sat down with him.

"There should be a law against morning persons." He didn't have to eat
much anyway, toast and grapefruit, some orange juice and a little
coffee. His stomach didn't wake up until noon.

"There should be a law against homework too, Daddy." I was eating
Cheerios and doing my math homework. I always saved that for last
cause it was easiest.

"So what are you doing today?" He asked me, like he usually did, since
this 20 minutes or so was our quality father-daughter time together,
at least for today. We were pretty close to each other.

"The usual." I shrugged. "I'm gonna stay over at Jen's after school
though, remember? Spend the night."

"Yeah." Daddy nodded, we'd already talked about that. "Here..." He
reached into his wallet and pulled out thirty dollars. "In case you
need it."

"Kay." I glanced at the money. "I'll leave you something in the fridge
for dinner. What are you doing tonight?"

"The usual." Daddy shrugged. "Watch the ballgame, fall asleep on the
couch, you know." He smiled, but he wasn't kidding either.

"You need a girlfriend, Dad." I looked at him.

"What do I need a girlfriend for?" He chuckled lightly. "I've got
you."

"Yeah, for breakfast, but you need something to do at night." I told
him. "You need some companionship. Fall asleep with someone for a
change."

"Samantha!" My dad looked suitably shocked that his 15 year old
daughter might suggest, even in the most subtle way that he should get
laid.

"What?" I stared at him and then smiled so that he would too. "You
need a girlfriend, that's all I'm saying."

"Yeah..." Daddy shrugged, but he didn't say anything more about it and I
let it go.

My mom had died when I was born. I'd almost died too, but I hadn't and
I was pretty glad about that. Someone had to take care of my dad. I
didn't mind either, cooking and cleaning, I even took care of the
bills. I was good at that stuff and I think my dad felt a little
guilty about it, but he knew his limitations too. He was a good
engineer and he provided us with a good life, but he really needed a
wife to be complete.

He was a good looking man too, for being in his forties like that.
Tall with thinning brown hair, just a little receding hairline. A
pleasant face, healthy body, not thin, but not fat either. He looked
good naked, well half-naked anyway, I hadn't seen him completely naked
since I was just a toddler. And neither of us had any interest in
that. He was my dad and I was his wife for all practical purposes in
every part of the house except one...the bedroom. He respected mine, and
I respected his, and I'd gotten the story about the birds and the bees
and that had been that.

I just wished he'd find a woman and get married, or at least live
together. Or if they couldn't do that, just sleep together a few
nights every week. I didn't think my father had gotten any sex since
before I was born. Really, as I sat there eating breakfast with him,
I'd have bet anything and everything that my dad hadn't made love to a
woman since he'd last slept with my mom.

I'd been having sex though. For over a year and it was my big and dark
secret, for obvious reasons. Being 13 and losing my virginity hadn't
been so bad, I mean it had hurt, emotionally more than physically
because it had turned out the only thing my boyfriend had wanted from
me was my virginity, but I'd gotten over that. I'd learned quickly
that when a boy tells you he loves you...watch out. They're after
something and it isn't hard to figure out what.

I didn't really trust boys a whole lot anymore...Except my dad. I
trusted him and I guess I was falling into that old stereotypical
daughter thing of looking for a guy like dad to fall in love with. Not
that I really wanted to fall in love anyway. I'd done that with my
first boyfriend, the guy who'd broken up with me two days after
breaking my cherry. Love could wait. I just wanted to have fun now, as
much as I could, and get good grades so I could go to a good college,
get a good degree and then a good job and then...a good husband.

By that time I'd be old enough to find a man just like my dad. See? I
had it all worked out.

The only thing I had to watch out for was the part about having fun.

"Hey, baby." Some guy was saying and I rolled my eyes, slipping
through the crowded living room.

We were at someone's house, but I had no idea whose. Jen knew a girl
who knew a guy who knew a guy, and we'd found ourselves at a party in
Seattle, close to the University. Everyone was older than we were, but
they didn't act like it. I didn't act my age either. Most people
didn't believe I was 15 years old, they thought I was more like 17 or
even 18 maybe. That's what growing up without a mom does to a girl I
suppose. I didn't have a lot of experience with being childish or
stupid, so I tended towards serious and mature. That was a pretty big
turn on for the big kids who went to the University.

But so was my body, I suppose, if you happened to be into well
developed 15 year old girls. I was like 5'5" tall and 110 pounds, with
nice boobs, really nice. They weren't huge, just 34B cups, but they
defied gravity the way a young woman's should, and I never wore a bra.
I hated those things with a passion. All my height came from my legs
too, which were long and smooth and toned from dance classes every
Saturday morning since I was five. I could dance, believe me, I was
just getting too big for it and I was right at that point where I
either needed 3 more inches of height, or I dropped about 10 pounds of
weight.

And I was never gonna be a ballerina anyway. Or a gymnast. I'd played
with that until I was 13 and a half, that's about the time I'd grown
up fast and gotten much too big and clumsy for the balance beam. That
was too bad because I'd really liked gymnastics a lot, but I figured
it would come in handy when I went out for cheerleading next year in
high school.

I was doing my thing that night though, the having fun part, and I'd
dressed for it. I had a secret stash of clothes at Jen's house because
her parents were the sort who respected a girl's privacy. I mean my
dad did too, but not like Jen's parents who were old hippies from
Haight-Ashbury or someplace like that. They even smoked pot and gave
some to Jen, if you can believe that, telling her it was okay so long
as she did it in the house. Jen hated them, but she was always sort of
rebellious. She'd have hated them no matter what they did. I liked
them and I always told Jen that she was lucky just to have two
parents.

It isn't something to take for granted, trust me on that.

Anyway, I was wearing a really short blue skirt, made out of silk, but
totally wrinkled like crepe. It was cool and it really let people see
my legs, and more if I wasn't careful. If the slightest breeze came
along I was pulling a Marilyn Monroe, it was so flimsy. Not to mention
sitting down. I was wearing matching blue panties though, I mean
exactly the same color, which had taken awhile to find at the mall,
but it worked. If I forgot to cover up, well people catching a glimpse
just saw more skirt, or so they'd wonder.

My blouse was more homemade than anything else. A black sleeveless t-
shirt that said 'I'm With Stupid' on the front, big white letters
stretched tightly across my boobs and an arrow pointing down...But I'd
cut it off so that it just said 'I'm With' and nothing else. I'd made
a fairly straight hem around it, using some stretchy nylon stuff, and
that had been my project for Home Economics class. I'd just gotten a B
on it though, because it wasn't all that much of a project.

It looked cool though, just hugging my breasts hard enough so that my
nipples pushed out the cotton even when they were soft, which was
rarely. I think I was born with hard nipples. And the bottom of my
tits were often visible because the hem would want to ride up a
little. It showed a lot of skin and together with the skirt it was
like wearing a neon sign that said 'Fuck me!' ...I thought it was cool.
I wore some shoes with 2" heels, not too high, but they were
comfortable, open toed, and they pushed my butt out nicely.

I have blonde hair, like whitish blond, almost platinum really under
the right lights. I liked to color it though because it always looked
boring to me and I had some blue in it, just to match my skirt. It was
loose, just below my shoulders and I was thinking of getting a French
curl or something, but those were expensive. My eyes are blue, but not
like my skirt was, unfortunately. They're darker than that and big and
round, like I'm always surprised at life. I don't like my eyes. I like
my mouth though, sort of small and pouting. I have lips like Angelina
Jolie, collagen lips, and they didn't cost me a dime either. A small
cute little nose and some high cheekbones, yeah I was pretty much
irresistible when I wanted to be.

It got me out of a lot of trouble, believe me. But good looks can get
a girl into trouble too; the hard part about growing up was learning
to tell the difference.

"Hmmm, yum yum yum..."

I had been drifting around the party, not knowing anyone really, and
giving the guys their 30 second shots at getting my interest. Usually
30 seconds was too long as a lot of the guys were already drunk. It
was kind of disappointing to find out that boys didn't really change a
whole lot between 9th grade and college. They just got bigger, not
smarter.

"Hey." I smiled and sipped my drink, which was some sort of lemonade
with 5 or 6 different sorts of liquor in it.

They called it 'Bullfrog' and whatever it was, one glass was going to
do me in so I'd poured half of it out and just walked around with the
rest, avoiding the frequent offers of a refill. I wanted to have fun,
to meet a guy I could like for a few hours, and I'd been drunk before.
It hadn't been fun at all.

"Sup, baby?" He was black, but not Africa black, more like chocolate
black, Caribbean black, and he had the Marley t-shirt to go with it,
but thankfully not the dreadlocks.

"Just me." I smiled and held up my drink a little.

"Yes you are, mmm-mmmm..." He looked me up and down. "I'm gonna call you
super phreak wit' a P...cause you're super phine..."

"With a P?" I giggled and rolled my eyes. He was cute though, except
the Snoop Dog act was a little over the top for me.

"You know it, baby." He nodded and he had the biggest whitest teeth
I'd ever seen on anyone.

"And so what are you? Super phly?" I grinned up at him, since he was
about 6 feet tall at least. "With another p?"

"You know it!" He grinned too. "You like that nigger talk?"

"I live in Bellevue." I giggled. "The only nigger talk I know is what
I see on TV."

"Yeah, me too." He laughed. "I'm Deke."

"I'm Sammie." I tilted my head. "Samantha."

"Sammie's cool. I'm an economics major, how about you?" He sounded
like a white guy now.

"I'm a fun major." I shrugged, looking around and wondering if it
wasn't time to drift some more.

"That's cool. Fun is cool." Deke said, "How about we go have some fun
in my car?" He was wearing jeans and the t-shirt and a loose denim
jacket. He reached into an inside pocket and pulled out a joint.
"Better than that stuff, I guarantee it."

I looked down at my drink, it really wasn't very good and getting a
little high did sound like fun.

"Sure." I nodded. "I just have to find my friend."

"Aw, he ain't gotta know bout us, baby." He drawled Snoop style.

"He's a she and I don't wanna fall down on her, dog." I drawled back.

"We ain't gonna be that long, come on...We'll find her later." He
insisted gently, taking my hand and I shrugged, figuring he was
probably right.

He led me outside and the cool night air was a relief. It had been hot
and smoky in that house. I tossed my drink in the bushes and we walked
half a block up the street before Deke pulled out his keys, turning
off the alarm on a nice gold colored BMW with a little beep-beep and a
flash of the lights.

"Nice car." I smiled, wondering how a University kid could afford
wheels like that. We had a BMW at home and I knew exactly how much
they cost because I wrote the check every month, forging Daddy's
signature at the bottom because he would forget otherwise.

"I'm an economics major." He smiled at me, opening the rear door on
the passenger side for me.

"Driving Miss Daisy?" I giggled.

"Huh? Hell no, dis nigger don't drive nobody like dat nigger!" He
laughed as I got in. "Scoot over, there's more room back here."

There was a lot of room and he leaned between the seats, putting the
keys in the ignition so he could turn on the radio and drop the
windows a bit.

"There we go." He pulled out his joint and opened the ashtray, pushing
in the cigarette lighter. "Welcome to my crib, baby."

"Thanks, wow." I made like I was looking around. "All you need is an
Xbox."

"Nah, Xbox is for fools. That's George W. Bush pushing the New World
Order into the next generation."

"Is it?" I laughed. "And I figured you for a GTA pimp my ride kinda
guy."

"I'm pimpin, baby, no doubt." He said seriously. "But not my mind."

"Good." I nodded, not really knowing what to say. Truth was this was
the longest conversation I'd ever had with a black guy. My previous
best was 'I'd like a number 3 with a coke, please.' at McDonald's.

"I'm serious." The lighter popped and he pulled it, lighting the joint
with a bunch of quick puffs, starting the paper on fire briefly. Then
he sucked it deep, hissing a little and handed it to me.

"How old are you, anyway?" He asked, his voice husky as he held the
smoke and then exhaled slowly.

"Fifteen." I shrugged, figuring there was no sense in lying about it.
Sometimes I did, but mostly I didn't. I'd never gotten kicked out of a
guy's car for being too young.

"That's cool." He nodded, taking the joint back as I held the smoke
for a few seconds. It was good weed, really smooth. "I didn't figure
you went to school here."

"Why not?" I asked, feeling just a little insulted for some reason,
like maybe I wasn't good enough for college or something.

"Cause." He took a puff and held the joint for a moment. "I'd have
seen you before."

I giggled and took the joint from him. "Yeah right, there's a zillion
girls around here." I took a hit and I was already feeling warm
inside.

"Yeah, and I know all of 'em, believe me." He nodded and smiled. "It's
my job baby, my mission."

"Your job, huh." I laughed. "That pays for your crib?"

"Oh yeah." He took the joint back. "Pays for this fine pain killer
too. How you feeling?"

"Like my toes are on fire." I giggled, thinking that was pretty funny
for some reason."

"Let me see." He held the joint between his swollen lips and reach
down, grabbing my ankles and pulling my feet into his lap so I had to
turn my body.

"You the fire department?" I took the joint back, taking another hit
as he began taking off my shoes.

"Gimme that." He laughed, taking the joint back and then putting it
out carefully in the ashtray. "Your toes start burning and you had
enough, we don't need no spontaneous human combustion in my car."

"Mmmm...Okay..." I nodded, just smiling away as Deke went to work on my
feet. "I heard that about you guys...black guys..."

"What's that? We like fried chicken?" He had great hands, big hands,
and soft and warm.

I giggled. "No, well...yeah..." I grinned. "That too...no, I mean about the
foot massage thing..."

"That ain't a black thing, that's a man thing." Deke chuckled. "A man
ain't a real man if he don't know da toe!"

"Know da toe?" I laughed out loud.

"Dat's right, you gotta know da toe if you gonna show da ho..."

"Show da ho what?" I couldn't stop giggling to save my life.

"Shhh..." He teased me. "What else you little rich white girls hear
about us poor black guys that is all wrong?"

"Uhhh...You guys don't um...go down?" I offered, blushing a little, but
not very much, I was way too comfortable and he was working my calves
now.

"We don't go...What? We don't go down? Shit, who told you that lie? We
go all the way downtown, baby! You get on with a brother and you on
the number 69 bus, you know what I mean?"

"I heard it was just the number 9 bus." I laughed. "And I'd have to
get a transfer if I wanted the full ride."

"Shit." He massaged my legs and I was getting butterflies as I watched
his dark hands in the dim light. "Get a transfer...You ever see that
movie Speed? That's it baby, the 69 bus goin downtown with no brakes."

I laughed and shook my head. "Uh-huh, okay. How about you, what do you
guys hear about catholic schoolgirls like me?"

"You're catholic?" He grinned at me. "I hear all kinds of things about
you."

"Like what?" I spread my legs a little for him, knowing he couldn't
really get a good look at my panties, but not minding too much if he
did.

"Ummm..." He pushed his big lips out a little. "You swallow, huh?"

"What?" I gasped in shock, leaning forward and then clapping my hands
and laughing. It was a good high.

"Catholic girls swallow, everybody knows that." He said, playing with
my knees. "Tell me I'm lyin."

"No, uh...you ain't lyin." I looked up like I was all guilty playing
innocent.

"See, we don't bullshit in the hood, baby."

"Yeah. Okay uh...what else?"

"Catholic girls like the dark meat."

"Like the dark meat?" I spread my legs just a little more, he was
rubbing my thighs and it felt good. "You mean we like that big,
black..."

"Uh-huh..." He laughed. "Keep going...that big, black...

"...fat, hard..."

"...Yeah baby...you know it..."

"...hot..."

"Mmm...say it..."

"...cock?" I gave him a well practiced look, real coy like I'd never
said that word before in my life.

"...Oh yeah." He was squeezing my firm toned thighs.

"I heard all black guys were really, really big." I said. "That true?"

"Everybody says so." He smiled. "You think they're makin it up?"

"Welllll..." I laughed.

"I can't speak for all my brothers, you understand, but..."

"But...?" I rolled my hand.

"...But yeah, this nigger's hung, baby." He nodded, looking me in the
eye. "You don't wanna know what's waitin' for you down here!" Deke
rubbed his crotch for a moment, smiling as my eyes followed his hand.

"Waiting for me huh?" I licked my lips.

"If you want it. If you're phreaky for it...if you ain't, shit I
understand. Little girl like you..."

"Little girl like me?" I frowned at him.

"...Probably a virgin too." He laughed at me, letting go of my leg with
his other hand and leaning back with his arms spread. "You oughta find
yourself a cute little white guy and..."

"I'm not a virgin." I said, feeling a little defensive, like I had
something to prove.

"Let's smoke some more weed." He said, reaching for the ashtray.

"I don't want to." I said. "I want to fuck."

"Ohhh shit, girl...you got a button, huh?" He laughed. "Get in the
backseat and you want it."

"Yeah." I nodded. "I want it."

"Well..." He shrugged. "Come and get it then, let's see your shit."

I licked my lips nervously, but I was more excited than scared. I
definitely wasn't anybody's little girl. This guy didn't know me. I
might have had sex with him anyway, I mean it was fun just talking and
fooling around and getting high, and we'd been getting hot just
talking, but he'd found my button, sure enough. I was definitely gonna
do it now.

I'd been the lady of the house since I was in third grade and if it
had done nothing else for me, it had given me a serious ego. This guy,
this black nigger who couldn't decide if he was uptown or ghetto, he
was going to call me a little girl? A virgin? I didn't think so. I was
a grown woman, masquerading as a 15 year old, life had made sure of
that and I was going to prove it.

Of course I was higher than a kite too, so that didn't help. But
honestly, I think the outcome would have been the same anyway. I've
never been much for excuses.

I crawled over that big back seat, putting my left hand on Deke's hard
thigh and my right hand on top of the bulge in his jeans. There was
something down there, hidden away, big and not so hard yet. I moved my
face close to his and he let me kiss him. I mean he didn't move an
inch, he was waiting for me like he was used to it. Mostly guys
couldn't wait and I was smothered with their lips, but not Deke. He
was cool and he just waited for me. It was a little frustrating and
his confidence pissed me off even more. After my first boyfriend had
broken my heart, I'd been the one with confidence, determined never to
fall for that again, and it had worked...until now.

I'd never been with a black guy. Never wanted to. Not cause I had any
real prejudice or anything, I just didn't know any. I figured black
guys were like everybody else, good and bad, and in between. Now I'd
met one and well, maybe I was prejudiced. I was kissing a black guy,
feeling his swollen black lips on mine, pushing my little pink tongue
between them, into his warm wet mouth. It made me feel different,
different than being with a white guy. Like dirty, kinda, and I hate
admitting that.

There was nothing dirty about Deke. He was a good looking man, maybe
20 or 21 years old I guess, with a handsome face, short kinky hair,
and a great body. He smelled good, he smelled like Irish Spring and a
little pot smoke. He was hard with muscular legs and chest and a firm
stomach and a nice ass that I'd taken the time and effort to check out
back in the house. He had a nice car, he could talk like a normal
person, he was funny...But he was black. My dad didn't have any black
friends, and none my friends had any black friends. I'd dated a
Mexican guy once, well just for two days, but it hadn't felt like
this. I'd had sex with a Chinese guy, half Chinese, his dad was
Canadian. It hadn't felt like this.

I was making out with a black guy and it was like...perverted. Black on
white. All black guys wanted to do was fuck white girls. I'd heard
that one. They just wanted to put a black baby in a white girl's belly
to get even for a million years of slavery. I'd never owned a slave.
My grandparents had stepped off the boats a long time after the Civil
War and they hadn't owned slaves. So why was I feeling weird?

Once you go black, you'll never go back. I'd heard that before too,
from other little white catholic schoolgirls who had even less idea
than me what it meant. It was just something to say because everyone
knew black guys had huge cocks. But I seriously doubted that would
change my mind about my own kind.

My own kind...that sounded dumb. But that was the thrill too, he was
black and I was white and if my Daddy ever found out what his little
girl was doing he'd probably use the N word, and not in the teasing,
friendly way that I'd been using it with Deke, who'd brought it up in
the first place. It was okay to call a black guy a nigger if he was
rubbing your feet and sharing a joint and talking about how much he
loved riding that number 69 bus. Yeah...

"My nigger..." I whispered with a giggle, just because I could.

"Mmmm...I like the way you say that, bitch..."

"Bitch?" I kissed him hard and felt his big fat tongue filling my
little hungry mouth.

"Yeah, you gonna be my little white bitch now, baby..." He brought his
hand up, grabbing at my left boob and giving it a nice squeeze.

"Oh yeah..." I sighed, massaging his penis through his jeans. "...I'm your
bitch."

"Shit...you ain't 15..." He kissed my mouth, sucking my pouting lips. "...
ain't no way you're fifteen."

Deke pulled my t-shirt up, just so it was above my breasts and he held
them in his big hands, massaging the nipples with his thumbs while I
worked to free his penis. He was lighting a serious fire inside me and
I was getting almost desperate to see what I was getting myself into.
Or what was getting into me, maybe. When I got his pants undone
finally, and reached inside, I gasped at the realization that he was
bigger than I ever imagined.

"Oh god..." I pulled his cock free. It felt like it weighed 10 pounds in
my hand, semi-hard and maybe 7 or 8 inches long and as thick as my
wrist, I swear. It wasn't funny at all. He was uncircumcised and I got
down low, squinting a little in the weak light, watching as the
foreskin slipped back easily over the bulbous head.

"You like that, bitch?" He smiled at me; I could hear it in his
voice.

"It's huge." I said, the wonder plain as day in my voice.

I stroked it slowly, with both hands and it lengthened even more. It
had to be 10 inches long, maybe even a foot, but it wasn't like I had
a tape measure in my purse. I wish I had one though, just so I could
say with certainty how large Deke truly was. It was a black monster,
the biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life and it was hot and throbbing
and I wondered how it could get so hard and straight. It was heavy!

"Suck on it...Go on...eat some of that dark meat, baby..." Deke was pushing
my head down gently, urging me to kiss it.

I touched my lips to it carefully, as if I expected it to burn me or
something, and to my surprise I found it was much like any other cock
I'd kissed up to that time. It was just black and big, that's all, and
even being black it didn't look all that different since it was dark
in the car anyway. It was just a big cock and I started kissing and
licking it all over. I sort of went a little crazy with it, like I was
starving or something.

"Ummmm...slow down, girl...shit, bitch...watch the teeth...damn..."

I was all over that cock with my mouth, playing gentle and rough,
getting the whole thing nice and wet while my hands were sliding back
and forth, up and down, one atop the other. I licked and sucked at his
skin, velvet smooth and a little salty maybe. I could smell his sex,
his balls and pubic hair and I went down low, taking his testicles in
my mouth. They were big too and loose in his scrotum. I washed them
thoroughly and Deke loved that, he kept me sucking his balls for a
good five minutes at least.

When I tried to get his cock in my mouth though, that was a different
story. I had a sexy mouth, yeah, great lips and a mouth watering
smile, but it wasn't very big and I couldn't get anything but the head
of his penis inside. No matter what I did, that was it. My lips were
stretched tight and I finally settled for that, working my tongue all
around the head of Deke's big nigger cock while my hands pumped the
length of his hard shaft. I was just jerking him off in my mouth and
that was okay for him, and maybe that was all he expected. I'd been
hoping for a little more than that, fooling myself with the idea that
somehow I'd deep throat that monster and really show the guy I wasn't
a little girl.

"Yeah....ummm...we ready to do it now, girl...ready to bust some now..." Deke
was moving us, putting me on my back on the seat and he reached up,
turning on the reading light above my head so we could see. He pulled
off my skirt and then my panties, smiling down at me with his big
white teeth as I lifted my butt to help him.

"Oughta call you Pinky, girl." Deke laughed softly, fingering my pussy
for a moment. I was hot and wet and pink, no doubt, and moved my hips,
moaning softly as his fingers stoked the furnace of my young sex.

"Look at that...you think you gonna take all that, baby?" He pressed his
penis against my tummy, his balls hanging down against my moist sex.
His cock stretched from my slit, over my clit and mound, all the way
up to my belly button and two inches past it. No kidding. It looked
even bigger like that than it had when I'd been trying to suck it.

"Oh God..." I swallowed nervously, shaking my head.

"I put it in you and it's gonna go up to here..." He pressed his finger
into my stomach, just at the end of his cock. "You want that?"

"Y-Yeah..." I breathed, but I was still shaking my head.

"That's my bitch..." Deke laughed. "I'm gonna break some...you ain't never
been fucked before, girl, never!"

I was scared to death, wondering if he really would break something. I
mean he could, he was that big and I wasn't even close to being a
virgin, but there's a big difference between a well hung guy with a 7
inch cock and a well hung nigger with 12 inches of hard meat between
his legs. I'd had a guy bottom out before and it was a bit of a mood
spoiler, actually. It hurt. If Deke pushed that thing into me it was
going to do more than hurt, it was gonna kill me!

"Where's my...There we go..." Deke was digging through his jacket, which
he'd taken off, and I was glad he had a condom.

I had some too, in my purse, and I usually made my boyfriends use
them. I always did, actually, and me being me and boys being boys,
they always agreed. But I'd totally forgotten about it this time, and
that was both understandable and frightening. I'd been a little busy
worrying about dying to think about birth control, and besides, I
seriously doubted the Trojans I had in my purse were gonna fit Deke.
They said one size fit all, but they were lying, I was sure. Or at the
least a little too optimistic.

"Gotta be cool with my tool, baby..." He was smiling at me, rolling his
condom down his cock and it was stretched thin barely halfway down the
shaft. "I don't know what kinda shit you white bitches might have...
sickle cell maybe..." He laughed.

"What?" I asked him, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Nothin, bitch..." Deke shook his head. "...Let's fuck..."

"Yeah..." I took a deep breath.

I stared as Deke brought the huge swollen head of his black cock, now
covered with light colored latex rubber, to my all too small pussy. I
had just a little blonde pubic hair, thin and light, hiding nothing at
all. My clit was hard, like a little pink missile ready to shoot at
the slightest touch. I could feel it thrumming eagerly for contact. My
lips were pink and wet and pushed out just a little, all swollen with
excitement. I couldn't breath and my heart was pounding. I was afraid
to blink my eyes.

"Ohhh..." I grimaced, baring my teeth and pushing down with my stomach
muscles as I felt my pussy stretching around Deke's cock. It wasn't so
painful though, not as much as it looked, but I could definitely feel
it. He was pushing his dick in slowly, feeding it to me as he held it
in his right hand. His left hand held my right foot up, in the rear
window of the car. It was like my whole pussy was being pushed inside
itself, my lips, my clit, everything, being pushed into my cunt along
with his cock, and then I did feel it.

"Ahhh....god...slow...please...stop..." I was gasping, finally breathing again
and that helped, but my pussy was being stretched now. He was in it,
shoving the soft walls of my vagina apart and my muscles were
protesting loudly.

"Just breathe, baby...Relax....this ain't so bad...relax and make it feel
good..." Deke was talking to me, not moving and letting me get used to
it, as if I ever would.

"It's too big..." I licked my lips. "...I can't do it..."

"Yeah you can, Sammie...just like this now..." Deke reassured me and then
he was pushing again, and pulling back, and pushing. A little deeper
each time and I was nodding, biting my lips, sucking air and digging
my fingers into the cool leather seat beneath me.

"Ah!...Mmmm..." I winced as his cock touched my cervix, the bottom of my
pussy and he stopped. He was three quarters of the way in, maybe a
little more, but there were still 3 or 4 fat inches left.

"Shhh...you're okay...just that far, baby...that's all..." Deke was very
considerate, I'll tell you that. But I suppose he had to be with a
cock that big. I'm sure it was hard for him, and he probably just
wanted to throw my legs over his shoulders and fuck me hard, but he
didn't. He was slow and careful and he talked all the time.

"You look so good, baby...open your eyes...let me see those baby blue eyes
you got...foxy freaky bitch...ummm you're so good...so tight, baby..."

I could barely understand what he was saying half the time though. I
was in my own world, my tiny cunt being stretched to its limits. Every
time he'd pull back it was like he was turning me inside out, and we
were so tight, it was like a vacuum inside. My cunt was stretched
around him, sealed snug and the pink flesh dragged around his penis
like a hot vise.

We were fucking though, finally, and he'd give me half of his cock,
working it in and out, faster and faster, just nudging my cervix once
in awhile and it was feeling good, even that bit of pain, because I
was overboard. I was cumming lights out. My clit was rubbing the
shaft, being pulled against it as my vulva was ploughed under, over
and over again. That man could fuck! I was high on something else now,
endorphins or something, and I was flying full of butterflies.

Deke did get my legs over his shoulders and it even gave him another
inch he could get inside me, and then another one after that. I was
delirious I think, watching his face, his handsome black features. He
was fucking me good now, like I'd never been fucked before in my life.
I was a virgin all over again, a little white girl getting her first
taste of big black nigger cock. He had pushed me into that place where
everything feels good and the body is immune to a little thing like
pain. I was on a runner's high and he grinned at me, telling me he was
all the way in.

He'd done it and I could feel his balls against my butt, slapping me
wetly as sweat and juices ran down my thighs and ass. He'd pushed his
cock 12 inches deep into my hole, opened my cervix, or something,
shoved it out of the way maybe, and I might have felt fear at the
thought that he could really be hurting me in there. But I was
cumming, over and over and all I could do was hold onto him.

"Now baby...oh shit..." Deke was letting me go, pulling his cock free and
I was dazed and confused until he brought his cock to my face. He
straddled my heaving body, pulling off the condom and then pushing the
head into my open mouth, forcing it inside my stretched lips just as
the first heavy spurt of his nigger cum filled my mouth. I swallowed
instinctively, just to keep from drowning really. I was still lost in
my most recent orgasm and I swallowed hard and fast until I coughed
and choked and surrendered,

Deke pulled out and I breathed hard, sperm and spit running from my
mouth even as he sprayed more of his goo on my face, painting me with
it as he stroked that monster slowly. I was soaked, literally, from my
hair down to my chin, from ear to ear, and Deke laughed as he rubbed
his heavy cock over my lips and nose and cheeks. He even pushed one of
his heavy black balls into my mouth, letting me suck on it as his
penis dribbled sperm into my hair.

"That was a great fuck, bitch...you're my new ho now...fuck that was
good..." He was using his penis to shovel his sperm into my open mouth
and I swallowed it obediently, unable to do anything else and thinking
he wasn't any different than a white guy. He tasted pretty much the
same to me. There was just more of it, which made sense didn't it? I
giggled and rolled my eyes, finally catching my breath.

"Yep...you're my phreak now, slut...we gonna make lotsa green...you my bling-
bling baby ho!..."

I just stared up at the man, having no idea what he was talking about.
But right then he owned me; there was no doubt about that. His cock
owned my little white ass and there wasn't a thing I could do about
it. There wasn't a thing I wanted to do about it. I was Deke's Phreak
now...with a capital P.

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End chapter 1
To Be Continued
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