From: marty@ramlink.net (Radioman)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: CORRECT-Black in Back/mf anal interrracial
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 08:21:25 -0500
Organization: RAMLink Internet Access Service
Message-ID: <marty-1101960821250001@hun22.ramlink.net>

  

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Entire contents of this file Copyright 1995 by Radioman. 

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Black in Back

by Radioman





   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 asshole.



   It all started when I was 17 and my widowed mother called

the state employment service to send someone to do the heavy

work around the house. The day the guy was supposed to

come over, she had to go out. As I had no school that day

she made me wait around. After giving me the list of chores,

she left. I was on our front walk watching her car drive

down the street when I noticed a tall black man walking up

the block. He seemed like he was looking for an address.

   

   "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 unbutton¦ing 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 ass 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 fÀor 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 ass, he

started to move his fingers up and down, tickling my asshole

as he passed by it. I've always had a tiny asshole. 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 ass crack. With each pass he spent more time

around my asshole. 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 asshole in earnest. 



 In and out, in and out, deeper and deeper it went into my

shitter. He started making circles with it, getting my

asshole to expand, grow, enlarge.         Eventually I could feel

two fingers up there. Then three fingers screwed my asshole

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 asshole.

I wanna shoot my scum right up inside your pale ass. You

want it, baby, don't you?"



   He put the tip of his dick up against my asshole 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 asshole 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 asshole 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 ass with

his cock.



   Here I was, a nice high school girl, being buttfucked 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 asshole, now!"



   He grabbed my hips and went for the load, slamming that

huge licorice stick harder and harder. I couldn't move my

hips anymore I was so fucked out. Still, close to fainting

from too much dick, I stayed there and took it. I wanted it,

a black man's load of scum up my ass. I needed cum and I was

about to get it.



   He lunged violently, pressing his cock up further than it

had been earlier.

 

   "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 asshole and bowels. His cock squished on the

last weak thrusts.



   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 ass 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!"



                                                                   

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