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  Looking at the details she saw there were seven items; there were the six DVDs she found and below that description was another line that read Dildo 12 Inch Black Realistic. Her eyes quickly darted to the top of the invoice and then Sarah shouted out loud, “Holy fuck!” The name on the invoice was ‘Carol Stanwick’… Jenny’s mom! It then dawned on her that the box was hidden under Mrs. Stanwick’s side of the bed. All of this was her porn, not Jenny’s dad’s like she initially thought.

  The teenager couldn’t believe the dirt she had dug up on her friend’s mom and couldn’t wait to call Jenny. Mrs. Stanwick was the most conservative woman in the world! One time she got pissed because her daughter used the term ‘MILF’ – actually, she got angry when she found out what it meant. All the girls thought it was hilarious but Jenny apparently got an earful that night. But it turned out Mrs. Stanwick had a dirty little secret– she had the hots for black men. Ewwwww! Sarah thought to herself. She even bought a black dildo to go with her disgusting porn stash. I wonder where she hid that dildo anyway? I bet Jenny’s dad would kill her if he knew.

  Sarah immediately turned to the nightstand and opened up the top drawer. There was a long white case underneath some envelopes and papers. Carefully removing the box she opened it up and peered in at the enormous black dildo it contained. The shaft was dark like coffee and covered in bulging veins, the head was bulbous and dark pink rimmed by what looked like a foreskin. Now she had never seen a foreskin before – heck she had never seen a black cock before – but it looked completely foreign. The sex toy was way bigger than a real cock could be. Not that Sarah was a slut but she had been with three guys and – although she never really measured – two of her boyfriends told her they were ten inches long. Now looking down on the dildo in front of her she was sure they had lied. They might have been seven inches long at the most and probably less. This black monstrosity was a whole fucking foot long! It dwarfed every guy she had been with. If it wasn’t for the half empty bottle of lubricant lying next to the toy Sarah would have sworn it would never fit inside a woman.

  But apparently it did fit inside at least one woman: Jenny’s mom. There was no other explanation for the bottle of Astroglide in the same box as a giant dildo or the small bottle of cleaning spray made especially for “adult products”.

  Like many girls, Sarah had heard rumors of black guys being really well hung, But everyone knows those are just rumors, right? she asked herself. She glanced over at the covers of the DVDs. One of them had a massive black cock running along the top of the cover with the words “Mandingo’s 14 inch cock”. Fourteen?! That was bigger than the dildo on her lap and that was absolutely impossible. It was just some lie that black people liked to spread around about themselves just so they could brag. She picked up the cover and inspected it with her face scrunched up in disgust. Each girl in the cover art was engaged in some sex act with what looked like gigantic cocks. Big black ones. Maybe they were photo-shopped?

  Yes, they were photo-shopped, she thought. When you watch the movie the black guy’s dicks are probably all puny and gross just like I had always figured. I’ll prove it and watch it and then I’ll know for sure and be able to put that rumor to rest. Sarah fumbled with the remote control in the bedroom, turning on the TV. She couldn’t figure out why she was trembling. It wasn’t like somebody was going to catch her or anything. She steadied her hands and took one of the DVDs out of its case and popped it in the player, then hit ‘play’.

  Twenty minutes later, she was still watching the movie.

  “Fuck my white pussy!” the girl on the screen called out. The black guy was hammering into the blonde porn star with fervor and her face was contorted in a way that conveyed the sensation of deep pleasure. It was the fifth scene Sarah had scanned through and sure enough each cock was as big as it looked on the cover. That just can’t be!

  Sarah skipped backwards to the second scene again with the biggest guy. The cover said 14 inches and from the looks of things it was accurate. The dark haired girl was practically worshipping the man’s dong, putting her little mouth over the head and doing her best to blow him. Sarah remembered giving her boyfriend Tom (the biggest guy she had ever been with) a BJ and being able to slide her mouth down more than half his length. This girl in the movie could barely get past his cock head and she could slide both hands generously along his length still. Sarah remembered how much better it felt to have a big cock like Tom’s inside her and how it made her orgasm vaginally for the first time. What would that thing feel like? She wondered. If it weren’t black I would be all over that guy’s dick.

  *******

  Over a half hour since she started watching the movie, Sarah could no longer deny it. Her nineteen year old pussy was soaking her panties, her nipples were pressing against her bra, and her clit was throbbing. With sweaty palms she fumbled with her pants and pulled them down with her bikini around her ankles. As soon as she touched her clit Sarah began breathing heavier as the sexual tension that had been building cascaded along her skin. This is so wrong… she thought. Why am I watching this? What is happening to me?

  Her pale thighs were moving along the bed spread, her fingers rapidly attacking her clit, her eyes fixed on the TV screen as the fourteen inch black dick of Mandingo split the porn star in two. She couldn’t even take the whole length up inside of her, he was so big! It didn’t seem to matter to her though – the girl screamed out another orgasm as she took that superhuman dark colored dick inside of her. Becky bit her bottom lip as her petite body spasmed. She repressed a squeal as the dirty feeling washed over her sweet young skin and filled her stomach with butterflies. I’m cumming looking at a huge black cock… So dirty… So bad…

  Sarah ran across the cul-de-sac and quietly crept in the side of her house. She almost made it to her door when her mom peaked out from the bathroom.

  “Sarah, I was thinking you got lost over there at Ben and Carol’s place. What took you so long?”

  “Oh, I was just playing with Rally,” Sarah lied. “He is all alone over there and needed some company.”

  “For an hour? I didn’t think that cat liked anyone.”

  “Yeah, he’s starting to like me now.”

  “Well, that’s good, Sarah. You know Carol said you could spend as much time over there as you wanted. It would help the cat feel less lonely and it would be nice if you took care of him properly.”

  “I guess I’ll have to spend more time over there tomorrow. Thanks, mom!”

  House-sitting: Day Two

  Friday was Sarah’s light day at college with only three classes that ran back to back from 10am to 1pm. She spent the morning on the phone with two of her girlfriends who gossiped about Sarah’s ex-boyfriend dating “some total slut”. She told them how Tom had a little dick and his new girlfriend would be as disappointed as she was when she found out.

  On the way out to the car she glanced over at the Stanwick’s house. I really should feed Rally before I go to class, she considered. Deep down she knew she was making an excuse to go snooping again but she went in anyway. Rally once again tried to escape but was thwarted as the teenager yelled at the cat and scared it enough to send it backwards about ten feet. Water the plants, feed the cat, clean the litter…

  Sarah finished up the task list and then went back into the Stanwick’s bedroom. She pulled the DVDs out again and looked over the invoice. It was dated December 15th which meant Jenny’s mom only had these things for a little while. Just over a month, and yet the lube bottle was half empty? Wow, she must have been using that thing every day!

  She pulled the white box out again and tried touching the toy; it was rubbery, flexible, but had a rigid quality like a real cock. Sarah pulled it out of the box tentatively and felt it in her hands – it was heavy and solid and her fingers could barely touch as she wrapped them around its girth. Just holding it made the redhead squirm with sexual frustration, her mind still reeling from last night’s masturbation session. Even after going home and climbing in
to bed, Sarah couldn’t sleep until she rubbed her clit again to a quick climax. Her brain was filled with images of black men fucking white women as she came.

  I have about ten minutes I can spare before I need to leave for class, she told herself. Eighteen and Interracial Sex seemed to slide into the DVD player on its own as Sarah pulled off her clothes and lay naked in the bed. She chaptered through the various scenes until she found one with two attractive girls about her age who were fucking a black man with deep dark chocolate skin and a beautiful cock. Before watching these movies, Sarah always felt the male penis was a curious thing, but the black ones were not only bigger but sexier looking. They had an air of mystique to them; a forbidden quality that had lit a fire deep in her nineteen year old body. The girls in the movie took turns riding cowgirl on the male star and Sarah’s ability to resist using the dildo next to her weakened with each deep thrust and every moan in the film. She had never used an adult toy in her life but many of her friends had them and said they were fun.

  “You ain’t fuckin no white boys when I’m done wit you girl,” the guy in the movie was saying as he pounded away at the first blonde. The second blonde was sliding her hands all over her friend’s body and admiring the hammering the first girl was getting.

  I’ll just try it one time, Sarah told herself as she squeezed the lube onto the black dildo and ran her hand over it. She felt her own cunt lips and realized that she was plenty wet. Pushing the dildo up against her tight pussy she realized it wasn’t going in, not without a fight anyway. Her body was telling her that a dick this big would be impossible to fit, but her eyes kept gazing at the black guy on the screen and how his giant tool pleasured the girls to screaming orgasms over and over.

  Sarah rubbed her clit while holding the toy in the other hand and pushed slowly but forcefully. Damn, this hurts! she told herself, but curiosity had gotten the best of her and she needed to know what it was going to feel like. She had to experience it at least once. Her tightness finally gave way and the head passed into her.

  “Oh fuck!” she said aloud, breathing heavy as she worked through the pain-pleasure combination that was overwhelming her senses. This thing is so big! I can’t believe I got it in me! After a few moments she began pumping it very slowly and shallowly, careful not to take it out – there was no way to be sure it would ever go in again. As each stroke of the toy got deeper and longer, the pain receded and left in its place a pleasure unequaled in her entire life. The feeling of a truly large cock sent the redhead’s pussy into overload as she watched the porn movie and the interracial act continue.

  The blonde teenage girl on the screen was talking dirty while she got slammed over and over, “Fuck me with that beautiful black cock! I love black cock! Fill up my little white pussy!”

  The black guy responded in kind with “Yeah, I love fuckin white girls. You all so NASTY! MMMM!”

  She couldn’t hold out any longer as the shock wave of pleasure rippled over her and made her scream out. The cat jumped out from under the bed and skedaddled out of the room as Sarah rolled around on the bed groaning in delight. Slowly she extracted the dildo out of her pussy and breathed in relief. Never had anything filled her up so completely, made her feel so much like a woman. It was no wonder Mrs. Stanwick liked these movies and this toy.

  Looking at the clock she realized she had just missed her first class. She would be fifteen minutes late if she left at that moment and she still had to put everything away. However, if she left right now she would be sitting around on campus in the cold weather for forty minutes It made no sense to leave just then; she might as well relax and enjoy the morning…

  *******

  It was 4pm when Sarah finally got done watching most of the movies, having skipped every class so that she could pleasure herself over and over. DVD cases and disks were discarded all over the bed. There was a giant wet spot on the sheets where a mixture of personal lubricant and the nineteen year old girl’s pussy juices had soaked in. The black dildo was slick with her fluids and discarded between her thighs. Sarah’s cunt was puffy and as red as her own pubic hair; her eyes were strained, her mouth dry, and her stomach empty.

  I need to fuck a black guy so bad now, she mused, to be enveloped by all that smooth dark skin and get pounded by a thick black cock. The fire had been set inside of her and the movies weren’t going to be enough. Her mom could never find out but she needed to experience it at least once, or twice, or four times. Hell, she would do it as often as she could get away with, but living with her family would make it next to impossible.

  Of course there was always the weekend. Yes, I could use this house if I was really careful. Sarah thought about the small window of opportunity she had to take advantage of her home-away-from-home as she cleaned the dildo that had brought her so much pleasure all day. Her pussy was so sore but it felt good at the same time; the conflict of sensations was really what added the extra spice of the fantasy: feeling good and naughty, soreness and relief, liberated and repressed. She cleaned up the room and then went home to eat a late lunch before her mom got home.

  “What were you doing at the neighbor’s house all day?” her brother asked.

  Sarah jumped when she realized he was sitting on the sofa playing his X-Box. “Crap, you scared me, Brian!” Like Sarah, her brother had red hair and was somewhat short. They were Irish twins, being born eleven months apart.

  “Pay more attention, dumb-ass. So why did you ditch classes today? Does mom know?”

  He was already digging for dirt, like all siblings typically do. “Why are you spying on me?” She had to figure out what he knew.

  “I’m not spying on you. Your car has been parked in front of the house all day. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out you never left. Since you weren’t here you had to be over there.”

  “How do you know I just didn’t get a ride to campus?”

  “Because you would have just said so.” He turned around and looked at his sister, “So what are you doing over there?”

  “I was just watching TV and playing with their cat. I wanted to just be alone today, okay?”

  Brian turned back to his game, “I don’t care. I just was curious.”

  “Why don’t you go over to your girlfriend’s place instead of playing with yourself all day?”

  “Yeah, you’re one to talk,” Brian retorted, keeping his eye on the screen as the explosions from his game detonated across the screen.

  “What the hell do you mean by that?” she responded angrily. Had he actually spied on her? Or was he just being an ass?

  “Nothing at all,” he answered.

  “Are you mad at me about something?” she asked. He didn’t answer. Sarah made herself a sandwich and went and hid in her room, assessing if her brother had known more than he was saying or just being a snoop like always. If anything was going to throw a wrench into her plans, it was Brian.

  *******

  She and her friends had gone to a restaurant and hung out, just chatting about guys and sex and school and the latest gossip and more sex and more guys. Only one of her friends was over twenty one so getting into a typical club wasn’t going to happen, but they had one place called Haps where they stopped serving alcohol at 1am and they let in the younger crowd in the early hours of Saturday morning. It would be packed in there but Sarah begged the other girls to go with her that night. Her ‘bff’s Tiffani and Angela agreed to accompany her there and Sarah got excited over the idea of getting to the club. Normally she complained to her friends about going to the club but when she remembered that there were a lot of black guys there she decided to change her tune.

  While they were eating and laughing and being silly, one interracial couple walked in and sat across the restaurant in a small booth. Her whole table went into low whispers about the black guy and the white woman who accompanied him.

  “Do you ever notice you never see white guys dating black women?” Angela asked.

  “That’s not true, I see it sometimes,�
� one of the other girls whispered back.

  “Duh! Of course it happens, but most of the time it is a black guy and a white girl though.”

  “Why is that?” Tiffani asked innocently.

  “It’s because they have bigger dicks, stupid,” Sarah blurted out. All five girls burst out laughing, not believing what their normally reserved friend had said. The conversation went on and on and each girl asked the other would they ever date a black guy. All of them said no, but Sarah shocked them all with a “probably”. The conversation went to ex boyfriends from there but her pussy tingled every time she stole a glance of the interracial couple kissing in the small booth and she got hornier with each passing minute. She loved the idea of her old boyfriend catching her at a restaurant with a handsome black man, or maybe fucking a black guy while her ex spied on her from across the room. The perverse ideas from the movies and the conversation mixed delightfully in her mind and made her womanly parts ache for pleasure.