Kenny and I

Kenny walked into the room with a big smile.  "Where have you been girl?" he asked.  He had a deep voice that was unmistakable. 

I had been trying to avoid him for sometime.  I had told him that I would go out with him but I had never intended to.  Kenny was black and in my family that just wasn't done.  They would never accept such a thing, dating a black man would be considered taboo.  My father is very prejudiced and I didn't find Kenny all that attractive anyway.  At least not enough to make it worth a fight with my father. 

I had avoided Kenny because I didn't want to have to explain that to him, and I didn't really care to date him anyway.  Now, here I was in the public library, I was cornered. 

 Being raised by my father, I was taught  to avoid all blacks male or female.  The only reason I had ever talked to Kenny was, because he had dated my girlfriend Cindy.  She is white so I figured if he was good enough for her then he was good enough for other white girls.  At least I saw no harm in being his friend.  The thing was I seemed to run in to Kenny everywhere I went.  I was getting the feeling that his interest in me was more than playful affection, I was beginning to feel stocked and even a little scared.

 I just couldn't imagine what it would be like to be with a black man.  To touch his black skin, or kiss his lips.
 

"Where have you been?"  He repeated snapping me back down to earth.

"Oh I've been around," I said but my voice cracked and I could barely get out the words.  

"Around where?" he asked as he moved closer. 

"You know, here an there," I replied in a shaky voice. 

"Girl, I thought you said we were going out, why haven't you called me?" he asked politely. 

"I'm sorry Kenny it's just that..." (I looked down and shuffled my feet). 

"I know what it is," said Kenny.   "You don't have to play games with me.  I talked to Cindy she told what your old man is like," he replied.  I looked up into his dark brown eyes, and at the moment I saw something in him I had never seen before.  He looked so caring and sweet. 

"Yeah well I wanted to tell you, but I didn't know how you would take it." I apologized.
 

"Well now I know, and I'm still asking you, when will you go out with me?"  Kenny asked hopefully as he reached for my hand.  His hand was warm and soft to the touch. 

Suddenly, I wasn't afraid anymore, the soft touch of his fingers stroking my hand washed away all of my worries, before I knew it I heard myself saying.  "It's just hard for me to get out of the house.  Do you think you would like to take a walk down by the river with me?" I asked nervously. 

 "Sure, I'll be your naughty little secret if that's what you want." he replied without pause.

We walked down to the river and found a nice secluded spot on a big rock.  We sat down and talked awkwardly at first while as Kenny skipped stones.  He told me about himself, and his family.  I listened carefully and pretended to be interested, they seemed no different than my family. 

Kenny leaned over and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.  I nuzzled my face up against his firm chest.  He felt very strong yet he was so gentle.  I slid a little closer so that our bodies were touching.  I had butterflies in my stomach I was excited, and nervous and happy all at the same time.  p>Then it happened our eyes met and our lips were drawn together.  I was melting inside as we kissed a long soft kiss.  I laid back on the rock and we kissed again.  The awkwardness was gone replaced with a burning desire for more of him.

His lips were so soft, and his hands so gentle and warm.  As we kissed Kenny began to slide his hand over my breasts.  My nipples were hard instantly, so hard I was embarrassed by them. Our passion was beginning to mount as our tongues danced with each.

A sense of urgency seemed to take over, Kenny lifted my shirt and ran his tongue down towards my nipples.  Kenny was starting to take deep, fast breaths.  I too was beginning to pant as my body responded to his.   I slid my hands up under the back of his shirt and held him close. 

"Kenny I want you so badly," I whispered in his ear.
 

Kenny stood up on the rock and pulled me to my feet his hand in mine.  He slipped his arms around my waist and squeezed me tight. Then he began urgently fumbling with my zipper.  Kenny unzipped my pants, and pulled them to the ground in one quick motion. 

"You are so beautiful," he said, as he looked me over.  I quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down over his swollen black cock.  I had never seen anything so big, black, and fabulous.  It was really quite impressive! 

Before I even realized what I was doing, I was on my knees in front of Kenny.  I  licked the head of his cock and slipped my lips down over it.   I licked my lips to moisten them and slipped them up and down his tremendous shaft.  I sucked him deep in my mouth, and with each mouthful I could feel him stiffening harder. 

Then I got greedy, I wanted every inch of Kenny's huge cock.  I bobbed wildly, sliding my lips up and down the length of his massive member.  I was trying so hard to fit every inch of him into my mouth I almost gagged a couple of times.  Kenny put his hands on the back of my head and thrust his hips propelling himself into my throat with each slide of my lips.  My eyes were wide opened as I watched his black dick slide in and out of my mouth.  Kenny tasted good and I couldn't wait to taste his sperm.

Just when I thought he was almost ready to cum he stopped and withdrew his big cock from my mouth. Kenny sat back down on the rock and pulled me down next to him.  I laid back and he positioned himself  between my thighs.  He kissed me again a deep and passionate kiss, as he slid his hand between my legs and inserted a finger.  I was dripping wet from the excitement of going down on him. 

"Oh you're ready for me," he whispered with a hint of arrogance.   He pulled out his finger and began guiding his huge black cock into my tight wet hole.  "Are you ok?" he asked thoughtfully.  "Yes, yes," I panted with enthusiasm.  He slowly slid about two inches of himself inside of me.  He rocked back and forth gently inching his way in. I could feel the girth of his gigantic penis scraping the inner walls of my vagina

I had each of my hands on each of his biceps.  I began to thrust my thighs up to meet his drilling plunges.  He was so good it felt so wonderful.  He slowly slid in a few more inches and it hurt a little but in a good way.  I would have fucked him a long time ago if I knew it would be so good.  Finally, after several minutes he was the hole was inside of me.  I felt so completely filled by him.

My clitoris was erect and I was beginning to moan uncontrollably. He was very deep inside of me deeper than any other man had ever been.  He began pumping fast.  Again and again he propelled in and out of my aching cunt.   He kissed me again and slipped his tongue into my mouth.  As we kissed I burst into orgasm almost biting his tongue as I thrashed about.  "Good girl," he whispered calmingly.  

He looked me in the eyes and stroked my fore head.  "Can I cum inside of you?" he asked politely. 

 "Yes I want you to," I insisted.  I no sooner got out those words and he began pumping with a certain rhythm.  He was up on his hands and I watched his black cock disappearing inside of me.  Then he moaned and pumped me full of his hot jizz. 

Afterwards, as we walked back to the library, I could feel a pool of sperm slowly leaking  through my panties and soaking my inner thighs. 

My father looked at me with so much as hate when he saw me walking hand in hand with my new bow.  I pulled my hand away as we approached the front door, but it was too late my father had already seen us.  I tried to act like nothing happened, but the long quiet ride home told me he knew.

That was my first experience with a black man and probably not the last.