An Afternoon with the Plumber (M/f, ir) It was summer vacation. I had left 8th grade behind me a few weeks ago and was already bored. My friends were all away at camp, but my workaholic parents were too cheap to send me. I spent my days wandering the house, watching TV, and sitting by the pool. I was fair-skinned, red-headed, and blue-eyed, so I couldn't spend a lot of time outdoors. My parents forbade me to change the AC programming, so I usually lazed around the house in my underwear or bikini, downing glasses of ice water in hopes of easing the sheen of sweat that covered my constantly. I showered a couple of times a day. I spent a lot of time reading beauty magazines and learning how to do makeup and hair on myself. With my babysitting money, I'd bought a lot of stuff, and I learned how to use it all. After shaving my legs one day, I tried shaving the rest of me (besides my head), and liked the look so much that I kept it that way. I was skinny but starting to fill out at the chest and butt. My legs were long and my tummy was flat, kept toned by the swimming. My normally dark hair was lightened by the extensive exposure to the sun. I looked pretty, I guessed - like I was growing up a little, which pleased me extensively. One day, I stepped into the shower to rinse the sweat off. When I turned the knob, nothing came out. I called my dad, who ran me through a few tests, and finally said that he'd send a plumber over. It was just past 11 in the morning, and the heat was already starting to stifle me. I was in a bikini that was a little frayed and small for me but couldn't bear the thought of getting dressed for a stranger. I figured shorts would be a good compromise and found an old comfy pair of denim cutoffs. They were a bit old, too, and getting tight, but my parents wouldn't buy me new clothes until the back-to-school sales were on. The bottoms were chafing a little, so I left them off. The shorts hugged my ass and rode up a little. Oh well, I thought, good enough. I got myself a lemonade and sat outside by the pool, soaking my feet and trying to cool off a little. A fine sheen of sweat covered me; fortunately, my makeup was waterproof, so it didn't run. I'd only put on a light application, anyway, trying out some "natural" look I'd read about in Vogue. I'd been feeling restless lately, vaguely frustrated in some undefined way, and trying different types of makeup alleviated that restlessness a little while highlighting its presence. I wanted something, but what that was, I didn't know. After thirty minutes or so, I heard the doorbell ringing. When I answered the door, my heart almost stopped. A tall black man in jeans and a tank top stood there, a tool box in his hand. He had short dreadlocks, a powerful chest and arms, and a smile that shone when he spoke. "You called for a plumber?" "Um, m-my dad, he, um, he did," I stammered, not quite able to take my eyes off of this hottie. He smiled at that and asked if he could come in. As he came in, I became aware of just how much bigger than me he was - my head barely reached his broad, muscular shoulders. "Your dad said your shower was broke," he said. "Can you show me?" I led him to the bathroom, where he turned the faucets and listened. He then asked to be shown to the basement, and I helped him find the pipes that led to the shower. His shoulders were broad enough that he had to turn slightly to fit down the narrow basement steps, and he had to bend over to not hit his head on the ceiling. As he tapped on the pipes and inspected a few things in the cramped room, I was painfully aware of this man's presence and of the fact I was compulsively staring at him. Twice, he caught me looking at him, and that brilliant grin broke out over his face, making me blush and turn away. He had me turn the taps in the bathroom while he stayed underground, and then announced that it was a simple matter to fix and that he had the parts in his truck. He had me call Dad, and they had a brief conversation over the phone. "I'll have this fixed in a jiffy," he said, smiling. He went back to his truck, and I decided that I needed to get away from him. My thoughts were thick and sludgy, and I needed some clarity. A dip in the pool would do it, I thought. I wiggled out of my shorts, and as I turned to put them on the lounge chair, I saw the plumber staring out the patio door at me. I turned bright red as he flashed another smile at me and jumped in the water. When I surfaced, he was gone. I splashed around for a while, cooling off in the water. I decided that I would stay out here until the plumber left, and that it had just been the shock of a black man in our predominantly white neighborhood that had made me stare. It was just curiosity, after all. I tried not to think about his smile, his body, about how he just towered over me, so strong and powerful. I wasn't very successful. After a while, I'd had enough and climbed out. I decided to sunbathe, but my sunblock was in the bathroom. After a quick debate, I decided that I'd had enough sunburns that summer, so I slipped inside, hoping that the plumber was in the basement. No such luck. He was doing something mysterious with his tools when I padded in. He gave me a long, appreciative look and smile. Suddenly, I was tempted to stay there and be looked at, but I grabbed my sunblock and ran back out. I sat in the living room, rubbing the sunblock on. I was tempted to rush out onto the patio, but the memory of my last sunburn kept me in for the full time recommended. As I waited, he came out, wiping his hands on a paper towel. "All done," he said, smiling. "You wanna check?" In the bathroom, he showed me that the shower did indeed work. I called my dad again, and they had another brief conversation. Dad had me read out and then sign the paperwork the plumber presented. We hung up, and he stood there, his tools packed, and ready to leave. I thought he was going to leave, but he just stood there, looking at me. I tried to meet his gaze but couldn't stand it for more than a few seconds at a time and kept looking away. His frank interest made my heart pound faster, and I began to get a little body tingle all over. "I'm supposed to leave now," he said. "But I don't think you want me to." I didn't reply, just stood there, trembling a little. "I think you like what you see here, little girl," he continued. "I know I liked what I saw when I came in here." He stepped closer. "And what I saw outside." Now he was right in front of me. "And what I see right now." His hand flashed out and grabbed a fistful of my ponytail and pulled me towards him. I gasped and felt my knees weaken as my barely covered body was mashed against his. He looked deep into my eyes and read there a need that I didn't fully understand. Against my belly, I felt something massive in his jeans harden between us. Instinctively, I pressed against it, rubbing it a little with my body. He let go of me then, stepping away from me and down the hall. Opening doors, he found the master bedroom, and slipped in with a smirk my way. I followed him without being beckoned, as he knew I would. Inside my parents' bedroom, he was disrobing with his back to me. His massive muscles flexed and shone with sweat as he removed his shoes and socks, then his shirt, jeans, and finally boxers. He turned around, and I could see the definition of his musculature and a cock that looked more at home on a horse than on a man. It hung more than halfway down to his knees, and it wasn't even all the way hard yet. I stood in the doorway, caught between my desire to run and my desire to give myself to him. The latter won out when he lay down on my parents' bed and crooked a finger at me. I tottered towards him, hypnotized. He pulled me onto the bed on top of him and pulled my bikini off of me. Naked for the first time with another man, I felt my hard nipples graze his arm as he disrobed me. He had me straddle him and pushed me down until my virgin pussy came in contact with his hard cock, which lay across his belly like a billy club. I was panting and whimpering with desire as he placed his hands on my hips and made me grind my smooth, sopping cunt over his massive ebony erection. From the head to the balls, he guided me, until I caught the rhythm and began grinding and sliding on him. It was like scratching an itch, and I slid and slipped on that immense member until I began convulsing in orgasm. "Aaaaahhh!" I groaned, my pussy twitching on his shaft. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" He just chuckled and let me finish my ride until I collapsed on his chest. As I rested, he reached down and played with my pussy from underneath. My love juice coated his fingers as he slid one, then two long, thick fingers into me. I began to hump his hand involuntarily as he fucked his fingers into me. He stopped at my hymen, probed it gently, and continued to work his fingers into me. Soon enough, I was moaning and twitching, about ready to cum, when he stopped. He got a firm grip on my tight teen ass and first sat up, then stood up, holding me in his arms so that we were face to face. My legs wrapped around him as I gripped his shoulders for support. He lowered me down so that his cock head could probe my slippery pussy lips. After a minute of delicious probing that had me at the verge of orgasm again, he was finally able to fit the head of that magnificent erection into the mouth of my pussy. It was slow and painful going, yet as it stretched me, I wanted more. He looked deep into my eyes, smiled that smile, and said, "I'm gonna bust your cherry so good you'll never be happy with anything but black cock, girl." And with that, he dropped me onto his cock. The force of gravity shoved his rock hard cock straight through my hymen and all the way up to my womb. The shock of the sudden tearing, filling intrusion shook me with white-hot pain, paralyzing me with agony...and yet at the same time, the sudden intrusion triggered my own orgasm. I couldn't breathe as the conflicting feelings of agony and ecstasy rolled over me in violent waves. I thrashed in his arms as he held me tight and very much in place. The motion of my body stirred his cock deep within me as it tried to impale my womb. As the pain abated, I could feel every wrinkle and vein of that hard throbbing cock in my just-opened pussy, and I began to work towards a new orgasm. The head of that big black cock was mashed against my cervix, the shaft filled me up and rubbed my G-spot, and my clit was flattened and grinding against the wide base of it. He saw the look in my eye turn from agony and confusion to lust. That same brilliant smile again as he took my hips in his hands and lifted me up an inch or two on his cock. I felt the pressure leave my cervix and missed it immediately. He dropped me back onto him and the sudden bludgeoning of my womb made me cum again. "Oh God!" I cried, "Oh God! I'm cumming, I'm cumming so hard on your cock! Oh God! Oh God!" "That's right baby," he growled. "I'm making your sweet teen pussy cum. What do you think of that, huh?" "Oh God, I love it! I love your hard black cock in my pussy! Oh God, Oh God I love how you fuck me please keep fucking me!" He did just that. He pumped me up and down on that big black cock while I hung on for dear life and leaked and squirted love juice all over his cock, balls, and thighs. His huge muscular arms held me like I was nothing more than a kitten while he worked my pussy on his erection. I couldn't stop cumming, couldn't stop convulsing on that huge cock inside of me. After God-knows how long or how many orgasms, he moved us back to the bed. He pulled me off of his cock, eliciting a hoarse whine of protest from me, but he wasn't done yet. He positioned me on the bed on my hands and knees and popped just the head inside of my pussy. He then grabbed my hair and pulled back. "Look," he said, pointing ahead of us at a full-length mirror. I looked and saw my face, sweaty and red and glassy-eyed, and him behind me. He slowly fucked his big cock into me, and I could see my mouth open. He kept my head up with my hair and proceeded to fuck the shit out of me. It was obscene to watch myself take this stranger in my parents' bed. Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! His balls slapped my clit with each stroke. "Ag! Agh! Ah! AH!" I grunted each time his cock drove into my cervix. "You like this? You like what this black man is doing to you?" "Yes! Yes! I love it! I love your fucking cock fucking me!" "Who do you belong to now, bitch?" Something broke in me, a switch flipped. I suddenly knew that I belonged to this man, and in that knowledge, my orgasms became a holy experience. As my cums ran into one giant cum, I screeched, "I belong to you! I'm your slut! I'm a slut for your big black cock! Oh fuck me, fuck me, I'm your fuck toy, FUCK ME!" His strokes grew harder and faster and my long, continuous orgasm built in intensity. I was having trouble breathing and was about to pass out, when he groaned, "Here it comes! Here it comes! Time to breed you, bitch! Arrrrgggghh!!!!" His cock swelled and grew harder before I felt it pulse and a jet of hot, scalding cum invaded my pussy. I pushed back at him, wanting him as deep in me as possible, and throb after throb thick hot cum splashed into my unprotected nubile pussy. "OOooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!" I cried, my orgasm spiking as I received his seed inside me. I knew that it was wrong, that it was slutty to be taking the cum of a black stranger deep inside my fertile pussy, and that knowledge made my cum feel even better somehow. Knowing that I was probably now pregnant made me want even more fucking from my lover, who kept his cock buried deep inside me as he spent himself. We collapsed on the bed together, him over me. His cock softened, and I felt a sense of loss as it squeezed out of me. Gobs of cum dripped out of me, and I dimly thought that I should change the sheets. "Whew," he wheezed, "that was good. I love bustin' cherries of little white girls." I just lay there, thinking. My pussy throbbed with a pleasurable soreness. I had taken a big step today, and there was no turning back. I asked him, "Are you married?" He shook his head. "No, baby." I smiled. "Good. Because you're picking me up tonight and fucking me all night long at your place." He smiled back. "Great plan. I'll just have to get rid of my brothers. There's four of us living in that house." I shook my head. "Don't do that. I may just want to fuck them, too." Needless to say, when I got back the next morning, my pussy and asshole were ruined forever, but I didn't care. I knew that I would only ever fuck black men for the rest of my life. ------------------ Hope you enjoyed my story! If you like what you've read, please email me at hotkimmiecutie@yahoo.com!