The summer of my junior year in high school, I was still an eternally horny virgin after four years of puberty and desperate masturbation. I had kissed seven girls and felt and played with the breasts of two of them, but I had never felt anyone below the waist or had an orgasm with another person. I went to a magnet high school that had been started at a traditionally black high school, so as I was stewing in my juices most of the smart girls around me and all of the really pretty ones were black. Anyway, that summer I had lots of free time; I lived with my father and spent the days either reading or kicking around town.

One day, I think a Wednesday, I was walking around a mall near my house when I ran into one of my friends from school, Donna. She was 5’8, an inch shorter than me, with dark brown skin and shoulder-length hair, and she was 17 like me; she was a very pretty young woman, very outgoing, smart, witty, and bright-eyed. Physically she had a long neck, a nicely rounded bust, and a pert petite behind. That morning she was dressed in blue jeans and a green cotton blouse covering a lacy black bra. She waved and hugged me, which made my mouth go dry, and we started walking around the mall talking about what we’d been reading. I’d always been a little sweet on her and had fun the times we worked together in class, but I was too shy to ask her out. This was a marvelous opportunity that I immediately seized.

After an hour of conversation that hit on all cylinders, we walked through a bookstore and chatted quietly about the books there. She was constantly leaning in towards me and often leaned her arm against mine as we walked around, and she seemed to look at me quite a bit more than was necessary. After we had passed through the science fiction and history sections, I mentioned there was a better used bookstore a few blocks away. She smiled and said, “Let’s go!”

I smiled and said, “I’d love to show it to you.”

We walked in the direction of the exit, but I realized that an employee hallway and entrance we were about to pass was a good shortcut. I motioned towards it and she smiled a little timidly and nodded. The hallway went past a couple of closed doors and turned left; when we had turned the corner towards the exit door, she stopped to look at an OSHA notice and said, “I always like hidden places like this. Where the public doesn’t go.”

I stood next to her on her right and looked at the notice as well, and she leaned against me. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, and she looked at me over her left shoulder with a little smile and closed her eyes, so I kissed her lips. She immediately turned to face me and melted against me, and when I put my arms around her waist she opened her lips and licked lightly between mine. We kissed deeply for ten minutes and she held her arms around my neck as I caressed her breasts through her clothes. She pushed them into my hands and sighed, but soon she said, “Someone will see us.”

I nodded and said, “I know a place...”

We walked out the exit into the hot Texas sun and I pointed to a field across the service road. On the far side of it was a small wooded area. She smiled and said, “Yes.”

We walked there quickly and soon found a space on the far side of the trees looking out on nothing much; the grass was dry but high, so we felt secluded enough. We sat down against a tree and began kissing again. Soon I was kissing and sucking on her neck and ears as I squeezed her breasts; she rubbed my head and chest and breathed heavily. I pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were half-closed and her lips half-open. I reached down to play with her breasts again. Her fully erect nipples poked up through her bra, and she leaned back on her elbows and smiled. I reached under the hem of her blouse and up, and she said, “Here,” and pulled off her blouse for me. I reached down and kissed her neck again as I rubbed her bra, and slowly kissed down her chest towards the space between her breasts, reveling in the soft warmth of her skin.

She smiled at me. “You can take it off.” I just looked at her and she smiled and said, “Or should I?”

I reached around behind her and undid her bra, and her breasts dropped a bit to the sides. I pulled it off and looked at her brown breasts and near-black aureoles, sweat starting to appear and little dapples of sunlight moving here and there on her skin. I soon started kissing and sucking on one of her nipples as I massaged the other breast, and took my time as I wondered how far she would let me go. I lay above her, head at her breasts, and after ten minutes or so I felt her thrusting her hips rhythmically against my belly. I sucked harder on her nipples and she moaned and sighed; soon she was riding hard underneath me.

I pulled off of her and reached down to her belt. She moaned, “Not inside, not inside,” so I pushed my fingers down to her crotch and rubbed against her. She moaned loudly and reached down to position my hand as she needed and said, “Rub harder, don’t stop, baby, get me off.” I did as she said and looked down at her face as she came a minute later.

When she had stopped, she smiled up at me in total relaxation and I realized that the woman you’ve just made climax is always the most beautiful woman in the world. She asked, “Did you like that, baby?”

I grinned and nodded.

She surprised me by immediately reaching down to my crotch. “You’re ready too, aren’t you?” I wasn’t able to speak, so I just nodded, and she started unzipping my pants. I sat up on my knees and undid my belt for her, and she undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees.

“Oh, baby, you are ready!” she said and began stroking me with a good deal of expertise. She was on her right elbow, stroking me with her left hand, and I squeezed her breasts and watched. Soon she pulled me closer and rubbed my penis on her breasts. Both of us were dripping with sweat and gasping for breath. She rubbed my cock between her breasts, and the image of my white shaft between her beautiful brown hills was too much. I started thrusting and she laughed and said, “Do it, baby.”

She lay back and pulled me over her and held her sweat-slicked breasts around my cock as I thrust madly between them, the pink tip showing with every thrust. After a minute the tingling began and I tensed up. I looked down at her chest in fascination and soon came. The first spurt was torn out of me and sprayed all over her chin and throat and dribbled down the sides of her neck so powerfully I could hear it splash against her skin. She turned her head to her left suddenly before the next spurts shot out. I stared rapt as the streams of cum sprayed from between her breasts in seven or eight spurts that shot into her hair, on the right side of her face, and all over her chest.

After I finished I sat down beside her, staring at my white translucent cum all over her dark skin, and she looked at me with wide eyes. “So much!” she said and looked down at the massive load as well. “So much,” she said again and smiled.

As I looked at her body spattered with my cum, my still-sore balls decided not to take a rest. I was hard again almost immediately and she laughed, and I started stroking myself as I looked at her body. She stopped laughing and watched in surprise as I quickly rubbed myself off again, spraying on the ground and all over her belly.

I then lay down next to her and she reached for her purse to find a handkerchief to wipe up. “I’m going to smell like your jizz all day long, babe. The least you can do is kiss me again.”

I laughed and kissed her deeply, and then she wiped up what she could of my cum and pulled my head down to suck on her breasts, which I did readily enough once the bitter taste had faded. Soon she was thrusting her hips again, and she leaned back and undid her belt and the top button of her jeans. I slid my fingers under the band of her panties and reached down as she unzipped.

“I’m not pulling them down, babe. We don’t know each other well enough for that,” she said, and I kissed her and felt down to the steaming forest of her thick pubic hair. I soon reached her wet lips and rubbed my fingertips between them. Her breath quickened and she reached down to pull up on my hand so that my palm was hard against her clit. As I rubbed and she thrust against me, she moaned softly, “Put a finger inside me, babe.” I did and held my hand hard against her as she fucked up against it. Soon she moaned and clamped her legs hard around my hand as her ass lifted several inches off the ground.

After she had climaxed, we zipped up and lay side by side and talked. She had had three lovers before me; when I said I was a virgin, she smiled and said she could tell. Her first time had been three years earlier and it had been a great first love, but they had separated when her mother had to take a job in our city. I asked when she started liking me and she said the year before. She asked me why I never asked her out, and I said I was scared, and besides...and here I looked at her.

She nodded. “Yeah, lots of the girls would be really upset if you asked them. White boy asking a black girl out? That’s really bad. If not for them, then for their parents. But I’m glad you like me.”

I asked her if she liked me between her breasts, and she said, “It’s okay. It’s fun to look at, but I loved how hot it made you. You really got into my tits.”

“Your breasts are beautiful! They’re so big.” She laughed and I continued, “And so soft and...brown,” and she laughed again.

“You like your new black girlfriend, don’t you?”

That made me a little nervous, but I answered, “Yes, very much,” and when she just smiled I relaxed.

Slowly our talk was less and less about sex, and after another hour we got up and walked to the bookstore, where we bought each other a book we liked that the other hadn’t read, and I promised to call her that night. That night after dinner we talked for a while, and before we hung up I asked her quietly, “Did you get my smell out?”

She laughed and said almost in a whisper, “I washed it off.

I had to wash my shirt when I got home anyway because of all the heat, so Mom won’t find out that way.”

“Would she be mad?”

“Oh, no, I don’t think so. She trusts me.”

“Would she mind me...being...”

“Babe,” she whispered, “you’re not my first white boyfriend. When I let you meet her, you’d better make a good impression on her though or else...or else I’ll spank you.” We laughed and set a time and place for the next day.

For the next two weeks, as we got to know each other we met at different places around town, usually at her suggestion, and found quiet places to rub each other off; quite often we would hold my mouth to her breast as I rubbed her off inside her pants, then she would rub me off or let me fuck her tits. I quickly sensed it was her way of keeping my interest high without going any further, which didn’t make me upset in the least even though I constantly fantasized about making love to her. One day, I remember, she didn’t wear a bra, only a white T-shirt, and after she drained me between her breasts twice in short order she pulled her shirt down over the massive puddle of cum and walked proudly with me around town with my cum on her shirt clear in the sunlight; that night we laughed for half an hour at the looks she got from some of the people we passed until the sweat from the summer heat made the rest of her shirt wet.

At the same time I slowly came to express freely how much her brown skin and eyes turned me on, as well as openly express my desires, whispering in her ear as we walked along how I wanted to fuck her black tits or rub her black pussy until she came. She never took offense or was the least bit taken aback, as I had feared at first, but just whispered back that she wanted to rub my white cum into her black tits or feel my hard white cock spew all over her hand and neck.

Finally, one day when we separated, she said, “Tomorrow I want you to come to my house,” and after she gave me the address she kissed me good-bye and said, “Nine-thirty. I’ll make us lunch.”

I was there just before 9:30. When she opened the door she was wearing a white shirt and denim shorts. After she showed me around the rest of the house, she led me into her bedroom. She turned on her radio and showed me her books, then we sat on her bed and were soon necking and petting like, well, like the teenagers we were. After fifteen minutes, she said, “You can take all your clothes off today,” and pulled her shirt off. I stood up and completely undressed and stood before her. She looked at me greedily and caressed me all over.

After a few minutes I sat next to her and kissed her; soon I was sucking on her nipples as she started responding with her hips. I looked up and asked, “Can I see what I’ve been feeling all this time?”

She laughed and said, “Baby, yes, of course you can.”

I pulled her shorts down and saw her thick hair trimmed neatly around the edges, and after she sat up and pulled her shorts and panties off entirely, she lay back and spread her legs for me. Her lips were thick, black, and fully swollen. I pushed her knees further apart and she put her feet together so she was fully exposed to me. I ran my fingertips along her opening and pulled her lips apart to see her pink inside. After a few seconds I started rubbing the tips of my right index and middle fingers inside her lips and worked in deeper and deeper. As she breathed more heavily and started building to the rhythm I was accustomed to, I leaned down and started licking her clit.

“Oh, baby, yes! God, yes!,” she cried, and I licked fast and hard with my tongue and lips as I worked my fingers rapidly inside her. She suddenly grabbed my head and pushed my face hard into her pussy. Earlier I had been a little taken aback by how thick her odor was, but after that my nose was pushed hard into her pubic hair and I had to breathe through my mouth. She was thrusting rhythmically against my mouth as my fingers fucked hard into her, and soon she squeezed her fingernails into my scalp as she fucked my face violently and screamed. Her cunt tightened around my fingers and spasmed wildly as her thighs locked around my head. Her orgasm lasted at least a minute, I was sure, and left both of us gasping for breath.

She pushed my face away, but I kept my fingers inside of her and slowly rubbed inside her, and soon I felt her pussy begin contracting again, so I knelt down and licked her some more. Her next orgasm was small and swift, and after that I took her to one more orgasm, long and hard, that left her exhausted. I lay down next to her and she said, “Baby, that was the best. Where’d you learn that?”

I laughed and said, “I can read, Donna.”

She laughed too and said, “You never told me you read that.”

I smiled and said, “It didn’t seem like a good idea. You might have thought I wanted in your pants.”

We both laughed for a long time and she said, “Honey, I knew the first day you wanted in my pants, and besides, you got in my pants,” and we laughed some more.

We then kissed passionately, and she pushed me onto my back and started stroking my cock as she kissed her way down my belly. Soon she kissed the tip of my cock and began licking the head. She grimaced a little at my precum, but soon she was swirling her tongue around and sinking onto the shaft. I reached down and rubbed her hair and she looked up at me and started bobbing her head. I closed my eyes and lay back.

She slowly took more and more of me in her mouth, and when she had about four inches in I moaned and began thrusting slightly. She kept her head steady and rubbed the rest of my shaft with her right thumb and first two fingers, and I grabbed her head and pushed up and back. Suddenly I locked my hips and the cum flowed out of me in an unexpected orgasm. I felt her mouth working as she swallowed and looked down to see her eyes wide open and cheeks sucked in hollow as a dribble of cum ran down the side of my shaft.

I groaned and lay back and soon she lay next to me. “I’ve never done that before,” she said. “Not swallowed, I mean. I’ve sucked a cock before, but I never let a boy come in my mouth before.”

“It was incredible.”

She curled up next to me and started whispering hot sweet words about the taste of my sticky white cum in her black mouth and I whispered back about her delicious black pussy, and soon I was hard again. She said, “I want you to make love to me.”

I said, “Yes, God yes.”

“I’m on the pill. I’m safe.”

“Does your mother know?”

“Of course, silly. How do you think I got it? She let me start it when I was 16.”

I laughed, “No, I mean about me. About us. About today.”

“Oh. Sort of. She knows about you. She knows we’ll do it soon.”

I had of course wilted a little by this point, and Donna smiled and kissed me. We kissed for a while, and when I was hard and she was very wet, she lay back with her knees apart and guided me as I positioned myself above her. I rubbed against her lips until I found her opening. She put her arms around my neck and tilted her hips a little to welcome me inside. Her pussy gripped me wetly and she cradled me with her thighs as I pushed back and forth. I looked down at her brown body open and receptive beneath me, her breasts shaking a little with each thrust, her eyes looking up at me greedily as I pushed into her. I held to a medium rhythm and she responded with vigor. Soon she pushed up hard and moaned as she approached orgasm, and when it hit she cried out, “Oh baby, I love you so much, don’t stop! Cum in me hard, baby, fuck me hard!”

I managed to hold off until her climax finished, and then I rode her fast and hard. I positioned my hands palm down so that my wrists were above her shoulders to hold her better in place, and she grabbed my arms to keep herself from moving and met me thrust for thrust. She said, “Fuck me hard, fuck my cunt with your cock,” which was a bit pointless just then but just what I needed to hear. As I got close, she asked, “Do you like fucking my black cunt?”

I said, “I love your black cunt.” Soon I added, “I love you.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” I replied, and she locked her legs around my waist and rolled her hips from side to side as I tensed up, then I screamed loudly as I drained my cum into her. I collapsed on top of her and she rubbed my hair as I played with her left breast. After a few minutes I rolled off her. She curled up against me and asked sweetly and perhaps a little hesitatingly, “Do you still love me?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Since how long?”

“I don’t know, it grew on me slowly.”

She smiled at me, “Why do you love me?”

“You’re smart and funny and I just do. And pretty and warm and you make me feel happy and special. I love your eyes and your mouth and your smile. And of course your hot wet black cunt.”

She laughed as if I’d finally managed to shock her a little. Soon she said, “And I love you because you’re sweet and smart and kind and warm and you make me feel all sunny inside. And because of your hard white cock.”

I laughed and asked, “And my hot white cum?”

“Babe, you know I love you if I swallowed it, ‘cause that stuff’s nasty.”

We then talked for a long time about what might happen and what we wanted and what we hoped for, and after an hour I had recovered enough to want to make love to her again. Over the next hour we made love twice; she rode on top of me for half an hour until we came together, then a while later she let me take her from behind, a position I immediately discovered made me come almost immediately.

We were worn out then, and spent the rest of the day having more innocent fun until her mother came home from work and grilled me like a detective until she decided I had her approval. Later in the week I took Donna home to meet my father. (I never did introduce Donna to my mother, who was solidly opposed to interracial relationships and insulted her so frequently in her absence that I refused to put her through such a disgusting experience.) We stayed together until graduation but put things on hold when we were accepted to different schools. We saw each other a few more times after that, but she soon fell in love with another man whom she married a few years later, and I haven’t seen her since.