Chapter 1: Awakenings
No girl forgets her first time. For me you could say that was true in spades. I was barely eighteen and still in braces and knee socks when I got an invite to a house party and birthday barbeque being hosted by one of the most popular girls in school; Naomi. Naomi was black. So was her dad.
I didn't really know Naomi, but at that point in your life it's all about partying and having fun. Things like reputation and social status are the most important thing in the world. Naomi was a cheerleader and a part of the popular croud. There was no way I was missing that party. My parents on the other hand weren't quite as excited about it.
My father was hesitant about handing his little white daughter over to a black family that lived on the less desireable side of town, and the fact that it was a sleep over and that Naomi had instructed her guests to bring their swimming suits only added to his concern. I was his princess. He was incredibly protective of me, but In the end all it took was a pout and the guarantee that I was a big girl and could take care of myself to get him to come around.
Now I don't wanna brag, but even as a girl I had a smoking little body. My curves had come in nicely at an early age, and I had big boobs, a gorgeous rear end, and long legs that all the boys loved to stare at. Running track and playing volleyball had sculpted my body into a work of art. Even I liked what I saw in the mirror. I was hot, even if I didn't yet have the confidence to take advantage of it.
I had made out with a couple guys, but I was still a virgin as I arived on the doorstep of Naomi's house. I wouldn't be leaving one. Spoiler alert. I was about to get fucked raw, and I fucking deserved it too.
It all started out innocently enough. Naomi's father was in construction; a single dad raising his girl as best he could. He was huge, dark black Haitian with muscles on his muscles. Bald, with a goatee, and the first time I saw him he was wearing dirty jeans, timberlands, and a wife beater over that brick wall chest of his. It was hard not to stare. Handsome isn't the word. Fuck was he sexy.
Naomi had invited several girls from school and her dad had invited a few of his friends as well. While we took our party out to the pool the men stayed inside and played dominoes. If you're wondering, they were all just as big and bad ass as Naomi's father. I hadn't been around a lot of black men, but the guys you see on T.V. and in magazines aren't flesh and blood. Check out all the pictures of the Grand Canyon you want, but until you're standing there and see it in person... Well. You see where I'm going with this. It should have been intimiadating, but I couldn't help but feel a thrill inside when I would notice one of them looking our way.
The girls Naomi had invited were almost all white girls. Our school wasn't as diverse as many, but that was true of a lot of places in our corner of the world. I wouldn't say we lived in a racist community, but there were certainly cultural walls. I never really thought about it. Why would I? I was an airheaded blonde with nothing on my mind but boys and grades.
As the girls all took to Naomi's pool I joined in the fun. I had bought this tiny little cutsie two piece with a kind of frilly skirt around the bottoms. It framed my butt nicely and the top cupped my budding breasts perfectly. I had a one piece in my bag that I had told my dad I was going to wear, but I decided to wear the bikini instead when I saw the other girls were doing the same. We all looked great, and the way the men kept walking out on the back porch to check us out under the guise of checking on the barbecue wasn't lost on me either.
Maybe I am a little racist at that, because in the past when a white guy would look at me I wouldn't give it a second though. When Naomi's dad or any of his big bruiser black friends would check me out though, I felt all creamy inside. I felt like I imagine a female deer does in the wild as she sips the water at the edge of a creek bed and a lion stalks her from the bushes. Do you think a doe's pussy gets wet when she's about to be devoured. Mine sure was.
It was just after dusk when the pool games came to an end with the call to dinner, and the girls and I happily bounced over to a pair of picknic tables to join Naomi's dad and the other men for our feast. The burgers were yummy, and one of the guys offered me a beer. I shrugged and took it, acting all grown up and chugging the frosty beverage like I was a big time drinker.
I was feeling a little buzz after a few minutes and had to excuse myself to use the rest room. I got directions from Naomi and headed into the house to relieve myself, ducking into the downstairs bathroom as I padded silently along; barefoot on the plush carpet. When I saw the door was open I just went right on in. That's when I saw something that brought me to a halt in shock and awe.
At some point during the party I had lost track of Naomi's dad. He'd slipped away to make use of the bathroom as well, and as I stood there in the doorway, eyes ready to pop out of my head, I had a full on side view of this monster of a man standing over the toilet, his enormous black monster of a cock in his hand.
It hung out from his body in a gradual curve downward, covered with finger-thick veins and tar black skin. The tip of it peaked out from within a turtleneck of thick flesh' all shiny and wet as he shook it over the bowl. Even soft he was the length of my forearm with two low hanging tennis-ball nuts dangling in the shiny black sack beneath his weapon.
His name was Buck, and at six foot eight inches tall he was a towering God among men. With his shorts down around his ankles and what had to be a solid 17 inches of veiny black dick in his hand he looked like a primal beast from some african jungle. He glanced my way and when he saw how I was looking at him, he smiled. He didn't jump or try and hide his naked dick. He just fucking smiled at me.
"You like that you dirty little bitch." He spoke. His tone calm and well mannered despite his filthy words. It wasn't a question. He could have phrased it as one, but he hadn't. "I know little white girls get wet in that pussy for what I got. You like to tease with that little outfit you got on. High time somebody taught that pussy to behave!"
"I..." I was cut off. I barely got a word out, and before I could turn to leave he reached out and grabbed me. He was just as fast as he was big and strong. With his hand on my neck from behind I felt him take charge of me and I couldn't even begin to fight him. I was terrified. There's no other word for it. I'd never been so scared in my life. My pussy had never been so wet either.
The downstairs bathroom doubled as a laundry room, and Buck growled like an animal as he shoved me right over the top of the washing machine and held me down. He'd left his baggy jeans behind and somehow still wore his timberlands as he stepped up behind me and let the heavy weight of his obscene dick fall across my near naked little ass. I started to whimper almost at once.
"Shhhh baby. It's what you need." Buck told me, chckling as he took my bikini bottoms and yanked them down past my knees. My pussy was laid bare; a fat little hairless peach with a slit down the middle that had to be drooling with moisture. I felt his hand sliding down to the small of my back as he kept holding me in place, and with his other hand, he reached out for a bottle of lotion on a shelf nearby.
"Please... Don't" I managed at last. My voice was tiny and meek as I spoke the words, but Buck ignored me entirely as I felt him squirt some cool lotion right into the crack of my butt. The next thing I knew he had his big dick in his hand and he was rubbing the length of it up and down between my buns.
It was like being set on fire. I could feel the heat of his meat brush over my pussy and dip into the folds of my sex, then he would drag the length of it right over my butthole and lay it in the valley of my little ass. He hefted his big club and smacked my little butt with it a few times for good measure, snickering as my cheeks jiggled under the impact of his fat black dick.
At last I felt him get hard enough that he could take his powerful meat in hand, and I was trembling as he zeroed in on my tiny little butthole and began to smash his thickness against my anal ring.
I tred to push away from him. I placed my hands flat on the washing machine and tried to push off and twist out of his grasp, but his arm was all coiled ropes of tendons and concrete muscle as he pushed down against me just above my bottom, pressing my belly to the cool white metal of the machine.
"Oh Gawd... No..." I whined, trying to call out or scream but finding my breath stolen away with fright. I swear I could feel my little puckered hole giving way to him; opening up a little and kissing the crown of his brutal club cock. My own body was betraying me as he eased the bulb of meat inside me and I made a sorrowful moan as my hole closed around the tip of his big ass dick.
"Take it baby!" He growled, shoving inside me. Just like that I felt his several inches of his cock push past my resistance and find its way deep into my anal chute. I tried to scream, but while my mouth hung wide open and my breasts heaved I couldn't form so much as a squeak. Then he started to fuck me in my ass and I lost all sense of what was happening to me. I began to mewl and whimper as tears trickled down my cheeks and this huge black bull of a man began to slide his cock in and out of my asshole.
As he started fucking me my feet left the ground. I'd been on tip toes as he pushed me over the washing machine in the beginning, but now that he was sodomizing me he pushed into me so hard that my little feet left the ground altogether; knees knocking against the wasing machine as he grabbed two hands full of my hips and began to pound me out.
