Tanya was a hottie and she knew it. She was a cute black girl that lived in my apartment complex and while, I didn’t know her on a personal level, we connected on a different level, each and every time, we would pass in the stairwell to our respective apartments. She’d always flash a toothy white grin and say hello and I’d have to turn and look back at her bubble butt ass, which drove me crazy.

I took off from work one day and decided to go lay out at the apartment complex pool. Lo and behold, there was Tanya, in the smallest of bikinis I could image would be legit in public. She was laying on her stomach, on a lounge chair, her cute little ass on full display.

I stepped up to a chair near her and asked if was taken.

“No,” she replied. “It’s all yours.”

I peeled out of my t-shirt as Tanya pretended to be engrossed in a book she was reading, but I could tell she was sneaking a peek in my direction, which turned me on. I try to keep in shape, and I hit the gym every other day to try and maintain myself in peek shape. As I took up me position on the chase lounge, I casually remarked,

“It's getting warm out here quickly.”

“Yes, it is,” Tanya replied taking in a deep breath and exhaling before appending her declaration. I could see beads of sweat that had formed on her brow. “If it gets any hotter, I might have to strip.”

Whoa.

“Girl,” I replied, “You do that and well both go to hell for the mischievousness that follows.”

Tanya laughed.

“Does your girlfriend know you’re out here?” she pressed.

I turned my head in her direction and whispered, “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“Hmmm,” she replied, in sort of condemnation.

“Don’t worry,” I added, “I won’t tell her.”

“You’re so fucked up,” she declared.

“What?” I quickly shot back. I was confused.

‘You ain't got no girlfriend,” she shot back. “I’ve been living by you for six months and I’ve never seen anyone going in or out of yo’ place ‘cept you.”

Damn. I had a stalker.

“Okay,” I replied, “I’m taking applications.”

Tanya laughed.

“Why don’t you have a girl friend? You aren’t gay are you?”

I assured her I wasn’t gay.

“Hmmm,” she hummed, as she lowered her oversized shades on her nose and looked at me.

“You better be careful, gurl,” I said in return.

“You ever been with a black gurl before?” she asked.

“No,” I replied. “You’d be the first.”

“You know what they say?” she quickly responded. “You go black and you don’t go back.”

I laughed. “Yeah,” I replied, “I’ve heard that before.”

Tanya bit down on her lower lip and lowered her head. “Do you wanna get out of this sun for a bit?” she offered.

“Sure,” I replied, turning on to my side to face her. There was now way to hide the excitement that had been stirred within my swimming trunks.

Tanya slowly pulled her legs up under herself, and then sat up on the side of her chase lounge to face me. She silently tossed her book into a pool bag and then grabbed her towel, as she stood up.

“Come on,” she beckoned as she started to walk off. “Let’s get out of the sun.”

I was stunned. Literally stunned. I scrambled to my feet and quickly caught up to her. I opened the pool gate and she offered a wink as she passed by meet. I feel in line behind her. Oh my God, that booty!

I followed her into her first-floor apartment. She he tossed her stuff on to the couch and then, in a flash, she pinned me against the back of the door, grabbing my hands in hers and pinning them over my head as she pressed herself up against me.

Her hot breath felt so sensuous. She pulled one of my hands down and placed it on the ass. She pressed her lips to mine and our tongues did a little dance as her free hand found its way to my crotch.

She was on fire!

She grabbed my cock in her hand and then quickly released it, shoving her hand past the waist band of my swimming trunks to grab my tool as I cupped her buttocks in my hand.

Oh my God!

I pulled at the string of her bikini bottoms. She pulled at the knotted side of her bikini bottoms on the other side of her luscious and shapely twenty-two-year-old body. Her bikini bottoms quickly fell to the floor. Her bikini top followed.

Oh my God!

Tanya was model material. She could easily grace the cover of any fashion magazine, with her well-toned body. I didn’t take her long to strip me of my swimming shorts. What followed was as intense of a blow job as I have ever experienced.

Tanya dropped to her knees right in front of me and took my tool into her hands as she studied it, before taking the time to tease me by swirling her tongue around the head of my circumcised tool as she cupped my testicles. She coated the entire length of my tool and then began as very slow and deliberate attack, working my cock in and out of her mouth as she peered up at me to gage my reaction.

My legs began to weaken as she worked on my tool and I though for sure I was going to blow my load straight down the back of her throat.

Sensing my desperation, she took me by my hand and lead me to her bedroom. She positioned herself on her bed and spread her legs. I liked the fact that she was freshly shaven and clean. I parted the lips of her vagina using my fingers and the contrast of the bright pink inside of her pussy against her chocolate colored skin was erotically different than anything I had ever experienced.

Tanya loved to be orally pleasured and I loved to the way she responded to my probing touches, my gentle sucking and toying with her clit. She grabbed my head and begged me to not stop as the first of many orgasms rolled through her.

I asked if she was on birth control and she assured me she was. I asked her if she had a condom.

“No,” she replied, “I like to feel it and I want you to cum inside of me.”

There was no holding back at that point. I pushed the head of my cock up to her bright punk pussy and gently worked the head of my tool inside of her, as she held the lips of her pussy part with her fingers. My pubic bone crashed into hers and that was all it took. She grabbed my arms and dug in her manicured fingertips, shaking and trembling.

“Yessss!” she exclaimed as I worked my tool back and forth, my hands and arms planted on either side of her, as I hovered over her, looking down into her huge brown eyes. With each thrust, she let out an “uh” sound as I slowly increased my rhythmical thrusting. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she gasped for breaths though an open mouth.

The fucking was intense, as intense as anything I had ever experienced. I pulled out and told her to get on top of me. which she was more than happy to do. She rode my pole to several more cataclysmic orgasms, collapsing on to my shoulder after about the third one.

“Are you going to cum?” she asked.

I told her I wanted to fuck doggie style. Tanya was more than happy to oblige as she made her way into her hands and knees, pointing her cute little bubble but in my direction. I slapped her bare ass and she jumped.

“Put it in me,” she begged.

I could see her tight little starfish and of a asshole and as much as I was half-tempted to have a little asshole fun, I decided to pass on it. I pushed my stick into her pussy from behind her and as soon as I did, she fell forward, collapsing her on to her arms, her cute little bubble butt still facing me. I grabbed her hips and managed to keep on, keeping on. I could feel my testicles tightening and as soon as I shot my load deep inside of her, she let me know how great it felt.

I pulled out and settled on to the bed beside her as she lay on her stomach beside me, her head buried into the crook of her folded arms.

“That was fucking awesome!” she declared. “For a white dude, you aren’t half bad.”

White dude? “Half bad”? What the heck did that mean?

She looked over at me and proffered a pronounced wink.

“I’m just kidding,” she quickly said, appending her comment. “You’re fucking better than any bro.”

I hadn’t even considered her ethnicity in pursing her. She was erotically sensual and a very good fuck.

“Look,” I said, “I know I’m not as well endowed as some guys, but that hurt a little.”

She turned and faced me. She bit down on her lower lip and smiled.

“Dude,’ she said, “Get over yourself. You’ve gone black and you ain’t going back.” Suddenly, she launched herself on to me, planting kisses all over me. I assured her I was a one "bell ring" guy and that it would take a Herculean effort to get me hard again.

She looked at me and smiled.

“Shut the fuck up,” she instructed, “I’m not done yet.”

Damn.

She was right. Once you go black, you don’t go back.