Dear Diary, this is more of the story about me and mister David. He is this older white guy who lives about a block away in my apartment complex, where I live with my momma. I’m seventeen and seriously black, and here in Alabama, a black girl isn’t supposed to get the hots for a white man, especially one in a wheelchair. But I did. Mister David and me had been talking on the phone, getting sexy and dirty with each other and masturbating. No kidding! We jacked ourselves off while talking over the phone! We each cummed several times, especially me. God, there was just something about his voice that made me so hot! But he wasn’t so sure I should visit his apartment anymore. He didn’t want my momma catching me fucking an older white man. I was disappointed. I wanted mister David’s dick inside me! I just had to change his mind. I went into momma’s bedroom and found her Kodak instant camera she got at Christmas. I took it into my bedroom and took pictures of myself, showing my breasts and my pussy, just like those dirty pictures in that porn magazine I kept hidden under my mattress. I put them in an envelope and sealed it up. I ran over to mister David’s apartment and put the envelope on his front porch. The next evening I called him and he said he got my pictures and they made his dick real hard. He said I could come visit him Saturday morning. I was so happy I just screamed. And we started talking sexy together over the phone. He asked me what I dreamed about when I masturbated, and I told him I thought about seeing his dick, and touching it, and having it go inside my pussy, and feeling him shoot his jizm inside me. And this made him horny, and me too. And pretty soon he was telling me how he wanted to squeeze my titties while he rammed his cock inside my cunt, and stretched my vagina, shoving his dick in and out of me so fast, so hard, and I was his black slut baby, his whore, and all the while, I was laying on my bed with my legs wide apart, and I was fucking myself with the cucumber, and we both started groaning and grunting at the same time. And I was begging him, “Fuck me! Fuck me, mister David! Fuck my black cunt with your big white dick! gaziantep rus escort Make me your slut, mister David, make me your black cock-sucking, cock-fucking whore and fuuuuuck meeee….” And I came over and over like it would never end. It was then that I heard my momma return. I was afraid she would notice the phone cord going under my door. I still hadn’t caught my breath from having a string of awesome cums, but I told mister David I would see him Saturday and hung up. I grabbed my tee shirt and pulled it over my titties, and was looking for my shorts when the door opened. “Clitecka, why is the phone…” And she stopped when she saw my naked pussy. Then she sniffed the air a little and looked around my room, as if she expected somebody to be there. She looked at me. I just stood there, five feet tall, 110 pounds, wearing only a tee shirt, and dumb as a post. I could feel a drop of liquid slowly rolling down the inside of my thigh. The cucumber was lying on the floor between her and the bed. When she saw that sticky wet cucumber, she smiled. “Clitecka, I’ll put the phone back where it belongs. You need to… ahh… clean up and put some more clothes on. Supper will be in twenty minutes, honey.” That’s my mom. She don’t want me to mess with boys and maybe get pregnant, but she don’t mind me making myself feel good. Shoot, I hear her making herself feel REAL good in her bedroom sometimes. She closed the door. Wow, that was close. I wondered if she figured out I had been masturbating. Momma and I get to see each other partially or totally naked all the time, except when my father visits. It’s not that big a deal. But what would she make of the phone? I put my shorts on. On impulse, I felt my pussy, and it was still soaking wet and hot. I raised my fingers to my nose and the smell was over-powering, enticing. I put my fingers in my mouth and tasted my juices. They were wild, rich, earthy. I liked ’em. I decided that licking my pussy juices was yummy. I hoped mister David would enjoy ’em as much as I did. At the supper table, when we had finished with dessert, momma said, “Clitecka, I know the smell of sex, and your room was full of it. It’s okay, baby, but after you jack off, you need to air your room out. Turn the fan on, okay?” My momma and I had a good relation – we told each other almost anything. So, I told her that I had just started doing it, and hadn’t realized it smelled so strong. She asked me how often I did it and I said, maybe once a week — or more. She grinned. “Clitecka, I’m glad to see you growing up. I love sex and I want you to love it just as much as I do. So, you go ahead and masturbate all you want. I did at your age, and sometimes I still do. Don’t worry if you want to do it when I’m home. It won’t bother me at all if you go into your room, close your door, and have fun. But do use the fan, honey.” “Thanks momma! That’s great! Are you sure it won’t bother you if you hear me… you know… moaning and stuff?” “Not a bit, honey. This is an important time in your life, and it’s good that you explore your body, and enjoy it as much as possible. Before you get all old and wrinkled like your momma.” We both laughed. My momma was only 34 and certainly was NOT wrinkled! And I was relieved she didn’t ask me about the phone. Or the cucumber. It took forever for the weekend to arrive! I ran over to mister David’s house and it started to rain just as I got to his front porch. He let me in and gave me a hot chocolate. I made sure I was wearing my favorite pullover sweater, with nothing underneath, so that mister David could see my big breasts, and my hard nipples making big bumps in the sweater. I made sure to pull the sweater down in front so that the big dark circles around my nipples showed clear as day! When mister David looked at my titties, I saw a big bulge growing in his pants! He was getting a hardon just looking at my titties! That made my pussy really wet. We talked for a while then he put his arm around me and pulled me to him and planted a big kiss on my boob. I shivered all over! I pulled my sweater down so my nipple popped out and his mouth was all over it in a second. I could feel my pussy just explode with warm juices! I said, “Mister David, do you mind if I get naked? Please?” In a minute, I was standing there beside his wheelchair, naked as the day I was born, and he was squeezing my titties and sucking on them! God, that felt so good, better than I had dreamed! Nobody had ever sucked my tits before, not my first boyfriend, not even my father when he used to slip into bed with me at night. I was just panting and shivering and telling him how good it all felt, when his hand slipped between my thighs and his fingers touched my pussy lips! Oh god, I was so wet! Pretty soon, mister David took me into bed with him and he got naked, too. I was so excited, I was shaking. I couldn’t believe how beautiful his dick was! It was so big and hard, and it was the first white dick I ever seen! I could tell he wanted to fuck me. But first, he ate my pussy! It was so awesome to have his face pressed tightly between my thighs! I reached down and pressed his head into my crotch! I could feel his tongue inside me! I came so many times, I lost count! That was so wicked! All the boys I knew said that eating pussy was disgusting and dirty and they would never do it! They said only white men ate pussy, which just proved how dirty they were. That just made me want to do it even more! Then mister David asked me to suck his cock! I have to admit I was scared! I had never done that before, and having it in my mouth seemed so filthy! I mean, when my daddy used to get in bed with me, he would kiss me in the dark and fuck me. But I never actually touched his dick. And now I had a white man’s hard dick in my hands and in my mouth! I learned how to keep my teeth from scraping him, and to keep my lips wet with spit. I learned to swirl my tongue all over his dick head. He said he loved watching my big thick negro lips wrapped around his cock — that made me feel so good! I bobbed my head up and down and felt my lips sliding up and down his stiff penis. God, that made him moan and grunt something fierce! I couldn’t believe this was happening to me! I had dreamed of this and wished for it, and prayed to god for it, and now it was happening to me. I hardly even knew mister David, and here I was, naked in bed with him, a white man and all, letting him stroke his stiff cock between my lips and call me his “little black whore”. And the whole time, I had to put my fingers in my pussy and rub my clit.