Sandy had just turned 21, but to look at her one would
think she was younger. She was a very pretty girl with a
nice figure and wore her hair in two blonde pigtails.
She had slight freckles on her cheeks with big blue eyes
that captivated the attention of everyone that saw her.
Small in stature at 5′-0″ and weighing about 95 lbs
added to her very young appearance.

She lived with her mother and sister in an older
neighborhood that was mostly middle and low income
residents. Her mother, divorced, worked two jobs just to
keep food on the table and a roof over their heads.

Sandy had a learning disability and was still a ninth
grader in high school. She was not dumb but very naive
and gullible. She was often teased by her girl
classmates about her being somewhat “slow” to comprehend
things. Also, she was teased about still being a virgin.
She felt alone at times and craved attention but sadly,
she never had a boyfriend or a real close friend.

Sandy lived only about six blocks from her school and
mostly walked to and from class. Very seldom did she
have anyone with her but she felt reasonably safe.

It was on a spring like day when she was returning from
school in her petite skirt, sweater and white stockings
when she walked by an old house just around the corner
from where she lived. She could not help but notice an
old black man sitting on his porch peeling sugar cane.

“Good Afternoon,” Sandy said to him. The old black man
countered with “yes girl, the same to you.”With that,
Sandy walked up to the porch and introduced herself. The
old man smiled and asked her if she would like some
sugar cane.

Sandy said yes and walked up the steps. The old man cut
off some pieces and handed them to her. “Good, really
good,” Sandy said after tasting them. He then asked her
to have a seat on one of the chairs.

“Have you lived her for very long?” Sandy inquired.
“Yeah, about 30 years. My wife died several years ago so
I live alone now. I’m retired and mostly go fishing and
walk in the parks,” he answered.

Sandy was struck about just how black the man was and
how he appeared to be in such lean and muscular
condition for being an older man. The black man was
wearing a pair of long shorts and a T-shirt. But, what
she could not understand at first was the large bulge in
his groin area.

Little did she know that this old black man was aroused
by her presence and that black snake in his pants
welcomed the sight and company of a young pretty white
girl. Yes, she was naïve, but did know anatomy and
finally realized that the man was sexually attracted to
her.

“I need to get home. I have chores to do and fix dinner
for my mom. It was nice to have met you,” Sandy said as
she left the porch.

For the next two days, Sandy skipped walking by the old
black man’s house. She was concerned by what she had
noticed but then again was somewhat curious. He seemed
like a nice old gent and never said or did anything
wrong. But, fantasy can sometimes overwhelm a young
girl’s mind and the more she thought about it… the
more she wanted to tease herself into seeing the old man
again. She also had a dream last night about African
natives abducting her and carrying her to their village.
It was weird and yet arousing.

It was Friday and Sandy walked back to home again. This
time she went by the old black man’s house. Sure enough,
he was on the porch. “Hello girl, have not seen you in a
few days.” He was sitting in the swing and playing a
banjo. Sandy walked up to the porch and said hi.
Strangely, she sat beside him on the swing.

“That is nice music you are playing,” Sandy offered.
“Thank you girl, this is my hobby, playing banjo music,”
the old man countered. “Would you like to hold the banjo
and strum a few notes?”

OK, but I don’t know much about musical instruments,”
Sandy answered. The old black man handed the banjo to
her and placed his left arm around her shoulder to show
her how to hold it. Slight chills ran through Sandy
being this close to him. He was so black, his arm was a
total contrast to her lily white skin.

His hand rested on her shoulder as Sandy strummed the
banjo. It was fun but again she noticed a large bulge in
his pants. She tried not to think of it but it was so
evident. She handed the banjo back to him after a couple
of minutes. The old black man left his arm around her
shoulder and while trying to hum some tunes, he placed
his right hand on her knee and his fingers beat to the
rhythm.

A strange feeling crept through her as she glanced down
and saw his black hand on her knee just above her white
stockings. His fingers had stopped moving but were still
on her knee. Then she felt his left arm pull her a
little closer to him.

“I think I had better go,” Sandy said. “Why don’t you
stay a little longer girl,” the black man countered.
“No, I need to go home and do some chores. As Sandy got
up from the swing, she lost her balance and fell back…
this time sitting on his lap.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, really I am,” Sandy said as she
pushed herself up again. “That’s okay miss, don’t worry
about it,” the black man smiled and replied. Sandy left
the porch and hurried home. She did know one thing. That
her young buttock cheeks felt something big and hard in
the old man’ pants.

Sandy spent the weekend cleaning up the house and
washing clothes. Although busy, she could not help but
to think about her falling onto that old man’s lap and
feeling his erection. She hoped that he didn’t think it
was on purpose. Still, she had a tingling feeling about
it and even more curiosity.

Monday, was a school holiday but her mother had to go to
work. Sandy walked around the neighborhood and again
stopped by the black man’s house. He wasn’t on the porch
this time. Sandy swallowed hard and went to the front
door and knocked. “Who’s there?” the old man answered.
“It’s Sandy, your neighbor,” she replied.

The black man opened the door smiling. “Hi there girl,
why don’t you come inside and have some tea with me,” he
chuckled. He was dressed in white shorts and a T-shirt.
It really set off the blackness of his legs and arms.
Sandy wondered if she was doing the right thing being
alone with him but he had always been polite so she felt
more relaxed. As he led her to the couch, she couldn’t
help but smell a strange odor, one that she had smelled
at school before. Not a bad smell though.

She sat on the couch as the black man went to the
kitchen. She noticed how clean he kept the house. The
furniture was old but nice. For some reason being there
was exciting to Sandy although she didn’t know why. He
returned with the glasses of tea and sat down beside her
on the couch.

Sandy chatted away and the black man listened, and
strangely every time he remarked… he placed his hand
lightly on her knee. It was sort of titillating to Sandy
but she didn’t say anything about it. She wanted to
appear more adult like. Again, she noticed the bulge in
his shorts becoming larger.

Sir, “do you think that I am attractive?” Sandy blurted
out. She couldn’t believe that she said that.

“Oh, indeed yes Miss Sandy. You are a very pretty lady
with a nice figure,” the black man answered. “You
probably have guys in school wanting to date you.”

“Not really that much. My mother doesn’t allow me to go
on dates unless there is an adult present,” Sandy
admitted.

“Miss Sandy, have you ever been on a date with one of
the black fellows in your school… or alone with a
black man?” He asked. Sandy was a little shocked at that
question. “Well no. Not that I am opposed to it… just
never occurred,” she sheepishly answered.

“I have watched some interracial sites on the internet
with some girlfriends. They were quite naughty but
exciting also. Especially to a girl my age,” Sandy
admitted. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe that I told you
that. I had better go now. I’m really sorry about that,”
she nervously said.

“Don’t worry my dear. I’ve seen a number of those sites
as well. There is something very exciting about
different skin colors loving on each other,” the black
man countered. “I tell you what. I’ve got a video fed
from my computer to the TV that I think you would enjoy.
Let me play it for you. In fact, I’ll empty this tea and
pour a couple of glasses of wine to enjoy it with. How
about that?” the black man offered.

“Please Sir, I had better go. I’m afraid that I might
enjoy it too much and get in trouble. I’m a good girl
and don’t want to put myself in a position not to be,”
she pleaded. “No disrespect, but I’m only 21 years old
and have never been with a man alone in his house… a
much older black man at that.”

“Don’t worry, no harm will come to you. Trust me,” he
sheepishly answered. The old man knew this was the
window of opportunity and would do anything to keep this
pretty white morsel in his house for awhile.

As he stood up to go and get the wine, Sandy shockingly
saw the head of his black penis pop out from the leg of
his shorts. Chills ran through her. She had never seen
that before and it was intimidating.

“Okay, I will stay for a little while. Just please be
nice. I’ll try and watch some of the video,” she softly
spoke.

Sandy drank her glass of wine quite fast. Her and her
school mates had slumber parties where they would sneak
in some alcohol and consume it without the parents
knowing it. Although her resistance was low, she really
enjoyed wine… it made her feel like an adult.

The black man came over and poured her another glass of
wine. He did the same and after turning the TV on, he
came back and sat on the couch beside her.

The video began as a young teenage white girl was
selling magazines door to door. The young girl knocked
on a door when a 30 year old large black man answered.
He invited her in to hear her pitch of why he should buy
a magazine subscription. It became obvious that adult
black man of had other motivations other than magazines.
To skip a few scenes, it showed the black man pulling
her down on the couch and kissing her along with rubbing
his hands on her body. Then the man pulled his large
cock out of his pants and placed her hand on it. The
young girl was tried to get up but the black man held
her on the couch.

“Oh, my gosh. I had better not see any more. Especially
sitting here with a grown man in his house,” Sandy said.
She had just finished her second glass of wine and was
feeling tipsy.

“Have you enjoyed the video so far? Let me pour another
glass of wine,” the black man countered. Sandy did not
object.

“Well yes, but it makes me have strange feelings. I
can’t explain it but I do know that I should not be
watching this,” Sandy replied.

“Do black men usually have a penis that large?” she said
embarrassingly quipped.

“Not all, but some are blessed with a large manhood. My
father was really a buck,” the old man replied with a
chuckle.

Sandy could not believe that she said that. But, she
acknowledged to herself that this old man had inherited
something large from his father. It was impossible not
to observe it.

She felt a bit strange but tipsy from the wine. An
excitement again crept into her being alone with a man
on his couch. She felt glued to the couch and
submissive.

The old black man placed his left arm around her
shoulder and his right hand on her knee. Pulling her
closer, she could feel the air from his nostrils
swirling around her neck. She glanced down at his bulge
in his pants. The wine had done its job and she was
beginning to absorb herself in the moment. Here she was
with a very black man with a hard on and embraced in his
control. Her panties had become soaked and her young
body was shivering for a release.

Her heart raced as she returned her attention to the
video. Now, the black man was rapidly fucking the young
white girl missionary style and the girl was moaning
loudly.

The old black man was enjoying the movie also but he was
mostly enjoying the presence of this young teen white
girl sitting next to him. Her petite skirt, her soft
blouse, pink tennis shoes and her white stockings
adorning her small legs. They looked like a schoolgirl
uniform.

As Sandy drank another glass of wine, her black friend
moved his left arm around her shoulder as hand crept
down and lightly touched her breast.

Sandy was excitingly watching the movie and appeared not
to notice. Soon, his black hand covered her breast as
she nervously wiggled on the couch.

“You shouldn’t do that, please no,” Sandy pleaded.

“Don’t worry child, I’m just reacting to the video. I
mean no harm. If you feel intimidated I will remove my
hand,” he replied.

Sandy was silent. She was somewhat frightened but her
body was not. The touch of a man’s hand on her breast
was mind blowing.

With no response from her, he then placed his right hand
on her leg and slowly moved it under her skirt. His
fingers crawled to between her thighs and he felt the
wetness in her panties.

Sandy froze as though hypnotized. She parted her legs a
bit and gave access to the black fingers as they touched
her vagina lips.

Her head tilted back in response and the black man
kissed on her neck. Two of his fingers entered her
vagina and pressed more deeply.

Her hand reached over and felt his hardening penis. She
clutched it as her body trembled. There was no control
now and she knew it. This old black man was about to
ravage her and she offered no resistance.

Unexpectedly, an orgasm shot through her. She sank into
the couch as she was engulfed by his black arms, hands
and his lips.

The black man then pulled her from the couch and carried
her into the bedroom. Laying her on the bed, he pulled
her skirt up and removed her wet panties. He could smell
her juices. He was now almost rock hard as he pulled his
shorts off. Sandy offered no resistance… she just lied
there as the black man spread her legs.

He wanted this young girl badly but was gentle at first.
He had rubbed some lubricant on his cock and slowly
pressed the black head into her vagina. After a few more
inches, he broke her hymen and Sandy complained of the
pain. He pulled out and rubbed some lubricant in her.
Again, he pressed his black cock into her and slowly
stroked her. Before long he had 4 or 5 inches in her
innocent vagina. Sweat formed on Sandy’s forehead and
goose bumps on her arms. She was now captive to a black
man’s cock.

Another orgasm shot through her as her small legs rose
and shook. Sandy was now panting and moaning. She had
never felt anything like this in her young life.

The black man then pulled his T-shirt off and pulled up
her blouse. His charcoal black chest pressed against her
breasts and his mouth lowered to press against her lips.
Her eyes grew wide as his tongue danced in her mouth. He
tightly held her hands above her head as he stroked more
of his black cock into her.

Sandy was now totally engulfed in blackness. This demon
was rendering her helpless. Her vagina was packed with
black cock and although there was pain… there was
extreme delight. Another orgasm erupted in her as her
small legs rose and shook. She then wrapped them around
his buttocks making it easier for him to push more black
cock into her.

Only just over half of his manhood was in her but he was
having the most exciting fuck of his life. A young 21
year old white girl impaled on his black dick as her
blue eyes were glossy and her mouth open sucking air.
Her young virgin body pressed to his blackness and now a
slave to black cock.

He could no longer hold it as his cock erupted and
spewed cum into her innocent vagina. Sandy felt it and
released her legs from around him.

“Oh, my gosh, oh my gosh. You’re cumming inside me,
please pull it out, please, I don’t want a baby…
please pull it out,” she moaned. Finally his strokes
ceased and he rolled over from on top of her.

Sandy was no longer a virgin. She lay there looking at
the ceiling wondering about what she had done. Her body
had never felt this way before… sexually satisfied.

The black man excused himself for a couple of minutes
then returned with another glass of wine for her. She
watched him enter the room and she could not help
glaring at his large blue-black penis which was becoming
semi-hard again. She thought to herself… how did my
body absorb such a large penis.

He handed her the glass of wine and Sandy gulped it
down. “I must have been really thirsty,” she said.
Unexpectedly, she then placed her hand on his penis and
rubbed it.

“Girl, you better watch that… now it may want to be
inside of you again,” he chuckled. He then rubbed her
thighs and breasts. As she watched his black hands roam
her body, she fantasized his taking her again.

It was only moments before he pressed his black meat
into her vagina. He had already lubricated it from his
previous attack so it slid in more easily. Although
nervous, Sandy complied with a thrust of her hips. This
time more of his cock deepened into her even further. He
rolled her over with her now being on top of him. Her
white breasts pressed against his curly haired chest and
her chin bobbled on his shoulder. His black arms were a
vice around her back… there was no escape.

Again, this young white girl was about to be filled with
a black man’s sperm. She knew it but her sexual feelings
were allowing it. Another orgasm shot through her and
she moaned with pleasure. Another bolt of his jism
erupted in her as she became limp. He held her there for
a few minutes before pulling his black cock out. He was
relishing the feeling of again spewing inside of the
small tiny white girl. It was orgasmic joy for both of
them.

Afterwards, Sandy managed to get dressed. She could feel
his cum dripping from her vagina even after wiping
herself. Her legs were weak and wobbly as she walked to
the front door. She was almost in a trance but said
goodbye and walked down the porch steps. As she walked
to the sidewalk she turned her head. The old black man
had a big smile on his face and waved to her.

Sandy’s life had changed dramatically.