My name is David and I have a problem. I’m 38 years old, living on the outskirts of Fuggledix, Alabama. I’m a fairly good looking guy, if you ignore the wheelchair. I had polio at the age of ten. That’s not my problem at all. My problem is I’ve become involved with a black girl named Clitecka. I’m white. And this part of Alabama has only been integrated for seven years.
Anyway, finding a girlfriend has always been a challenge for me. Mostly, it’s because the women I meet either figure that I can’t have sex at all, or that I’m obviously not any good at it. Of course, my penis and my sex drive are not affected at all. But trying to persuade a woman of that is not easy. I’ve only had nine sex partners since I was sixteen. Five of them were just one-night stands.
Anyway, between sex partners, I do a lot of jacking off. A company started up here near Fuggledix that makes top quality porn picture magazines. They sell them at the Town Hill Truck Stop just down the road from my apartment. Every month or so, I wander in and buy a new one to help me jack off.
Recently, I started getting my groceries at the new E-Z-Food store. That’s where I met Clitecka. She worked there as a sacker and helped me carry my groceries out to my car. She was short, about five feet even, seventeen years old, and had the biggest pair of tits I had seen on such a short girl. She had just about the darkest skin I had ever seen on a black girl. She was a bit chunky in the waist, but she had a nicely shaped ass, and she was very friendly. Very. Very.
Turns out she lived in the same apartment complex as I did. Soon, she started showing up on my doorstep, wanting to talk. Often, she was wearing no bra, and I got to see lots of her dark chocolate colored breasts. They fascinated me. Her nipples were hard all the time. I shouldn’t have, but I became very sexually attracted to her. I would take out one of my favorite porn magazines, Black Teen Sluts, and think of her while I was admiring the pictures of the naked black girls. It made for some really hot masturbation sessions.
Then she called me one day and we masturbated together over the phone, and that was so fucking hot. I knew I was getting into dangerous territory, and I have no excuse. She started asking me very intimate questions about my sex life and about my dick, and I lost control and started talking pure smut to her. She loved it! She got so hot that she climaxed right there on the phone! A few minutes later, we jacked off together.
The next evening, she called me again and said she was horny. But when she asked me if we could masturbate together again, I said I wasn’t sure.
“Clitecka, I’m more than twice your age. Your mother wouldn’t understand if she found out we were having sex. Lots of people wouldn’t understand. Maybe we should cool it for a while.”
“But mister David, didn’t you enjoy our sex yesterday on the phone?”
“Wow. Yes, sweetheart, I loved masturbating with you. It was awesome. You are so incredibly hot and sexy, I couldn’t help myself. But we really shouldn’t…”
“Why not, mister David? We ain’t doing nothing wrong! You said so yourself. You said it was normal for good friends to masturbate together! And it feels so good! It feels so right! Nothing makes my pussy so hot as you telling me how you wanna fuck me!”
“I love it that I turn you on, Clitecka. You turn me on, too, more than I can say, but…”
“I’m laying here on my bed, naked, mister David. And I got a cucumber in my cunt and I’m fucking myself with it. I’m squeezing my titties and pinching my nipples. Don’t you like my titties?”
“Oh god… yes. You have such large sexy breasts, sweetheart, and such huge puffy nipples. They’re very sexy, and I would love to…”
“Love to what? You’d love to suck on ‘em? I’d let you suck on ‘em! I want you to take my black titties in your mouth and suck ‘em all you want! If you’d just suck my titties, I’d suck your white dick, mister David! I swear I would! You could teach me how to suck dick, cause I never have!”
“Clitecka, I… oh god… please don’t… oh shit… okay… okay, my dick is so hard, I can’t stand it. God, you are such a sexy little black slut! I’m pulling my cock out of my pants now and I’m stroking it. Is this what you want, Clitecka? You want me to jack off and tell you what I want to do to you?”
“Yes! Oh please, yes! I been praying to god for him to let you masturbate with me whenever we wanted! I’m so hot for you, mister David! What do you want to do to me? Tell me!”
And I went on to tell her. I loved her girlish sexy voice. I loved it that she was black, which I found so forbidden and enticingly taboo. I found myself wishing she was my daughter. I even got her to call me “daddy”, and I called her my little black princess. I told her how I would suck on her titties and mash my face between her thighs and smear all her pussy juices on my face, and stick my tongue inside her. She really loved that! She didn’t know much about oral sex, and it sounded so dirty to her. By then, it was obvious that “dirty” turned her on.
Then I told her how I would shove my fingers inside her pussy and inside her ass. Then I would make her suck my cock, I would fuck her face, fuck her thick black lips with my stiff white cock and spew my cum in her mouth. She loved it when I referred to my penis as my “white cock”. Having sex with a white man was just about the dirtiest thing she could imagine.
I kept this up until I knew we were both cumming at the same time! Clitecka and I were jacking off together, and cumming! It was heaven!
Then we laughed and joked around, but we still said a lot of sex talk. I told her how high my jizm shot in the air, and she told me how good it felt to be my little black whore. She told me about the boy and the man she had had sex with. She was so totally open about her sex life, and that turned me on. The black boy had taken her cherry shortly after her sixteenth birthday, but it turned out badly.
Then her father found out about it, and he seduced her. He crept into her bedroom at night and fucked her. The mother discovered what was going on and divorced the father. Clitecka had enjoyed the sex with her father, and didn’t understand why her mother had kicked him out.
I asked Clitecka why she had chosen me. She wasn’t real sure, but thought it was because I was different. I was in a wheelchair and I was white. She said I was so self-confident and could do anything I wanted (which was true), and she wanted to be like that, too. She said I was nice to her and treated her like she was a grownup. I was the first man who had treated her like her father did.
I listened to all this and said I understood. Sometimes people who are different find each other, and they can make the differences disappear together. I wasn’t sure why I found her so sexy. I noticed the attraction the first time she sacked groceries for me. Her race was certainly a large part of my lust for her. But I never imagined it would lead to sex. Especially so fast.
My better judgment stepped in and I said that we should slow down. Maybe just masturbate over the phone and nothing else. But Clitecka wanted to escalate the relationship as fast as we could. Damn, I couldn’t say no to her! I started telling her about the girls and women I had fucked (okay, I may have embellished my stories a little – hell, I embellished a lot) and I could tell from her panting that she was getting hot again.
I kept thinking about what her mother might do to me if she found out, but my mouth kept spewing out stories that were smuttier and dirtier, just to hear Clitecka get more aroused. Her arousal inflamed my lusts, and soon we were masturbating together again. Despite my worries, I found myself surrendering to my unbridled lust for this young black girl. Soon, she was moaning and groaning with another series of powerful orgasms and I was spewing my cum all over my hand.
The next evening she called me again, and this time I didn’t resist. We had a good time masturbating together, and we both climaxed several times. It was the hottest, dirtiest sex I had had in years.
Then she said, “Mister David, if I came over to your apartment, would you fuck me? Would you fuck me for real? I’d do anything you wanted, I swear I would. I’d suck your dick and let you lick my pussy, and even let you put your dick inside my pussy. You could fuck me all you wanted. And you can teach me all the sex I don’t know. Would you? Please?”
I said, “Clitecka, I’m not sure that would be a good idea. You’re over the age of consent in Alabama, but as much as I want to fuck you – it just seems like a risky thing to do. I hope you understand. Perhaps we can just talk over the phone again. How would you like that? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with us masturbating while we talk on the phone. Even your mother would probably be okay with that. But if she found out I was putting my dick inside you, she might shoot me. I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to visit me again. Okay? But you can call me and we can jack off together. Okay?”
She told me that sounded okay, and we hung up. But I could tell she was disappointed. So was I. I wanted to fuck her so bad, I could taste it. When I went to bed that night, I got out my copy of Black Teen Sluts and found some pictures of a black girl, Carmella, being fucked by an older white man. Her tits were so lush and huge, like Clitecka’s, and the man’s cock was large and thick, like mine – about nine inches long and more than two inches thick. The sight of that cock penetrating the girl’s shaved pussy was just so incredibly hot that it made my cock throb painfully, until I fantasized that I was fucking Clitecka, and finally jacked off and my sperm exploded into the air.
The next afternoon, I got home from work and checked my mailbox. There was an envelope with no stamp, and just my first name on it. I opened it with shaking hands. Inside were three Kodak instant camera pictures. They were of Clitecka and she was naked. In the first, she was looking at the camera, holding her bare breasts in her hands. In the second, she was sucking her own nipple. In the third her almost hairless pussy was visible, with her fingers holding her pussy lips spread and showing the pink vaginal flesh inside. My cock raged with lust.
The next evening, Clitecka called me again, and asked me if I got the pictures.
“Yes I did, Clitecka. They’re beautiful! But sweetheart, you shouldn’t have done this. If your mother ever found out…”
She begged. She told me that her mother had said it was okay for her to have sex, not just to masturbate.
I didn’t really believe that, but I said, “Oh god, I’m going to regret this, but if you want, you can you come over to my apartment Saturday morning, for an hour or two.