Janet yawned and stretched her long, slender legs. It was a little after seven and she was getting tired. The nineteen-year-old college freshman had signed up with a tutoring program at the junior college she attended in town and had been with the student she was paired with for two hours. Jamal Wright was flunking science and if he didn't bring his grades up, he might flunk his senior year. Over the past four weeks, Jamal had begun to show some improvement and Janet was encouraged.
She had remembered him from her own senior year at Jackson High as a nice looking guy, a little shy and awkward around others, but a nice guy. Before she started tutoring him, Janet hadn't said more that a few words, if any, to him. Seniors simply didn't talk to juniors. He was 6' 2", very black skin, with a handsome, narrow face.
"Let's call it a night," she sighed, dropping the science book onto the coffee table.
"I'm for that," Jamal chuckled.
"You want a coke?"
"Sure, if it's no trouble," he said. "I mean, it's late and all..."
"No problem," she held up a hand. "It's only seven."
Janet hurried to the kitchen and got two sodas from the refrigerator. She handed Jamal a can and a glass, then sat back down beside him on the loveseat. Both were dressed casually: Jamal in shorts and a tee shirt, Janet in a short skirt and blouse. She couldn't help noticing the stark difference in their skin color as she compared her legs with his. She was much shorter than him at 5' 6" and her pale skin contrasted deeply with his.
"How long will your parents be gone?"
"Two weeks," she answered, stretching again and propping her petite feet on the coffee table.
"Man, a two week cruise to the Bahamas...You should have gone, Janet."
"I'd rather stay and make sure you graduate," she replied softly. "You need that diploma, Jamal."
"I know," he nodded. "I'm, well, glad that you stayed to help."
Janet was only half listening to him as she stared at their legs, which were nearly touching. For some reason, the difference in skin color had never made a difference to her, but it did tonight. Although the young woman had made love to a few guys over the past year, she had never been with a black guy. Suddenly, without warning, she wondered what it would be like to fuck Jamal. She wondered, even though she knew it was probably a silly myth, if black guys really did have huge cocks. And, finally, she wondered what his cock did look like, since she'd never seen a black cock.
Janet felt herself becoming wet with arousal as images of her long, pale legs wrapped around Jamal's waist, as he thrust his black cock deep into her pussy, came into her head. Her breathing was becoming shallow and her pulse quickened as the images flooded her head. She tried to will them away, knowing that it was dangerous to entertain thoughts of fucking Jamal. He was, after all, her student and she didn't think the director of the tutoring program would like his volunteer tutors having sex with their students.
Still, she couldn't stop the images. She wanted to rip off his pants and take his cock between her lips, suck it hard and feel his balls empty into her mouth. She brushed a lock of red hair from her face and sucked in a deep breath. She had to clasp her hands together and rest them in her lap to keep Jamal from seeing the way they trembled. Janet's resolve to maintain appropriate behavior with Jamal was quickly fading. She didn't know if he even wanted her in the way she wanted him, but Janet decided she had to know.
"Jamal, can I ask you a personal question?" Janet heard the quaver in her voice and cursed herself.
"Sure," he nodded.
"Is it true...well...that black guys have big...you know...cocks?" Janet was filled with so much sexual desire that she could barely speak. Her voice came out a low, husky tremor.
Jamal chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Some do. Why do you ask?"
"I-I was just curious."
Janet left it at that for a moment and they fell into a companionable silence. Her head buzzed with the breathtaking excitement she felt. She wanted Jamal badly, but didn't know if she had the courage to seduce him. The young woman was certain that she would have to be the one to make the first move since she didn't think he'd have the nerve to do anything.
Then, suddenly, Jamal laid a hand on her bare thigh. Janet stopped breathing for a moment, as she stared at his hand resting on her thigh. She realized that he had touched her because she had given him encouragement when she brought up the myth about black guys' cocks. She decided to give him more encouragement and, without saying a word, the young woman spread her legs wide.
"My pussy is wet, Jamal," she hear herself say in a low, soft, husky voice.
"Have you ever had a black cock?"
"No," Janet said, shaking her head. "Have you ever fucked a white girl?"
"N-No," he stammered.
"Will you fuck me, Jamal?" she asked in a tiny, helpless sounding whimper. "Please...I want your cock..."
"How bad do you want it?"
"Ohhhhh...I need it sooooo bad!" she cried out.
"Take off your clothes."
Janet stood and began undressing, her hands trembling and hardly functional. She was so hot that she could feel her panties becoming wet with her hot, steamy juices. Her breathing became tiny, quick gasps as her fingers fumbled with the fasteners on her clothes. When she was completely naked, Janet watched the young black man rake his lust-filled eyes slowly up and down her body. He gazed a long while at her small, cone shaped tits, then dropped his eyes slowly down across her flat, firm tummy to the puffy mound of her sopping wet pussy. She combed a fingertip through the inch wide strip of wiry red pubic hair.
"Dance for me," Jamal said huskily.
Janet was so lightheaded with desire that she felt almost faint. She was stark naked in front of a handsome black man while he was still clothed. The distinction heightened her arousal, stoking the fire in her tummy to burn hotter with want. She dimly comprehended that Jamal was controlling her, telling her what he wanted from her, and Janet obeyed willingly. At that moment, she would have done almost anything for him, for his hard black cock that was now making an enormous bulge in his shorts.
She began to dance slowly in place, moving her well-rounded hips with a melody that played softly inside her head. Her eyes shifted from his handsome face to the bulge in his shorts and back again. She could almost feel it's huge girth spreading her lips wide and entering her mouth while her hands gently stroked the soft skin of her tummy. She cupped her tits, pressed them together, pulled and pinched the fat pink nubs of her nipples while she watched his eyes become wider with lust.
Jamal slipped the black shorts from his hips and pushed them down to his ankles. He kicked the shorts away and grabbed the fat shaft of his nine-inch cock and began to slowly jack it while he watched the sexy red head dance. Janet gasped when she saw the young man's cock. It was so huge! She had never experienced something so big and she began to hunger for it.
"Do you know your place?" he asked in a low, lust-filled voice.
"Tell me, Jamal," Janet said in a quavering voice. "Tell me what you want. I'm yours, baby"
"On your knees," he said. "Get on your knees and crawl over here to me. White bitches belong on their knees in front of a black man, sucking his cock."
"Yes," she whimpered.
Janet dropped to the floor and began crawling on hands and knees to where Jamal stood waiting. The distance was at least twelve feet and, as she crawled, the young woman was dimly aware that Jamal was humiliating her, debasing her as a woman, but she didn't mind. Suddenly, being used as a slut by this handsome black man was all she wanted. Janet burned with the need to please him.
"Suck my cock."
"Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh..."
