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Note: This story came off the net in a crude, juvenile, misspelled
form.  The story would have been deleted except for one thing; the
author had a good story idea.  Rather than delete the story, I
decided it was worth saving and made a few changes and rewrites to
arrive at the story you now see.  Some of the original is still
here and intact which may change the style from time to time.  ELP



THE BLACK BOX 
by 
Emerson Laken-Palmer

I was walking down the street the day before my 25th birthday,
when a small plain man, with a sour smell about him, walked up to
me and said, in a deep voice, "Bob, I have a gift for you and I 
know your going to like it very much.  I know that you're a good
guy and that you've only had a few girlfriends and that your fiance
ran off on you last spring.  I know also that tomorrow is your 25th
birthday, so here is your gift." 

I looked at this man and I knew I had never seen him in my life,
for he was so ugly, and smelled so damn bad, I would have
remembered him. 

I started to speak to him, when he handed me a small black box,
about the size of a pack of cigarettes, and a sheet of paper. The
paper had some hieroglyphics and some writing on it. I looked at
the paper and then looked up to ask the man who he was and what
this was all about but the man was nowhere to be seen.  He was gone
as fast as he had come.  So I read the paper.  It told only how to
use the box and said happy birthday to me...... Damn this was
strange! 

The paper said that this black box would make any women go horny
and would make them have to perform wild sex acts and would make
their mind go blank after I turned off the box.  They would not
remember a thing or know that they had even performed for me.  They
would only retain a warm sexy feeling, if I chose them to.... Yeah
right, I thought to myself. 

I took the box and went home to test it out.

When I got home I saw three black women, two around 40 or 45
years old, walking from door to door and talking to people.  There
was a young girl with them (about 18 or 19 years old, I would
guess) and she was very pretty, with light chocolate skin, long,
shiny, black hair done up on her head, brown eyes, but no make up
at all.

Being a white, suburban boy, I can't really say that I have ever
thought about black women in a sexual way.  I don't think of myself
as a bigot or anything.  The thought of a black girl had just never
entered my mind.

It was a hot, humid day and they were all wearing white, cotton
dresses, loose and flowing down below their knees. I knew they must
be from the Jehovah Witness church in the inner city.  I could see
one of the women was her mother, as she looked like her daughter,
but older, I walked up the sidewalk to my house to go in, when the
woman who had to be the mother said, "Hello, we are from the Church
of the Holy Redeemer and would like to have a chance to talk to
you.  May we talk to you for a short time? That is, if you have
time?" 

I was just about to tell them to get lost, when it hit me: This
may be a good test of that black box the man had given me.  Yes,
I would try it on the ladies or, I should say, the younger girl.
But how? 

"Well, I don't have much time," I said to the older one, looking
at the severe, astern look on her dark face. "If you don't make it
real long, come on in, but remember I am short on time, okay?" 

As I held the door open, I looked now at the young girl and
marveled at how the whites of her eyes were so bright and clear and
her face so delicate-looking and pretty. She had, of course, the
dark complexion but her lips, though large, were bare of lipstick
and soft looking.  Her nose was slightly wide and flat but not
overly large.

I wondered if there was white blood in her lineage, her looking
so pretty... and then I chastised myself for having such a racist
thought.  I mean, why can't a black girl be pretty and just be
black without the thought that she must have white in her?

The mother said to me, "Thank you sir," as the three of them
passed by me and into the house, "we will not take up too much of
your time. Maybe an hour. Is that okay?". 

I looked at the woman and told her I could only give her half
that time and would have to go to work.  She agreed.  You know how
those religious people are: anything to get in the door. I also
noticed that the young girl was real shy and never did look me
straight in the eye as she passed by. I followed them in the door
and had the girl sit on the upholstered chair next to the couch and
both the older women sit on the couch itself. I walked over to the
coffee table and sat down at the edge facing the young girl's
chair.  She never said a word the whole time.  

I wish I could say the same for the two older women. They never
shut up talking about Jesus and God and church and hell and the
last days of the world and resurrection.

I wondered if these two old ladies would talk the whole time?  

As the women talked, I kept looking at the young, black girl. 
She was sitting casually back in her chair with her feet, in her
white sox and Reebok's, askew on the carpet and her knees slightly
apart, as she fiddled her thumbs on her lap and shifted.  The white
hem of her dress was above her knees, as she sat, and her dark
brown legs looked soft and so smooth.  I tried to look casual as
I attempted to see up her white, cotton skirt, bowing my head as
if listening to what the older women were saying.  Once or twice,
as she shifted, I caught just a fleeting glimpse of the white
crotch of her panties, so visible in the light material between the
dark skin of her thighs.  I could feel my cock becoming hard in my
pants.

I suddenly realized that I really wanted to fuck this girl.

I took out the box and, without anyone of them seeing it, I
pointed it at the young girl and turned it on.  She seemed to jump,
in her seat, a little and then she looked at her mother and the
other woman. They were looking at me and talking about the lord
and the good book.   

The black girl started to fidget in her chair, like she had a
hot seat and she also moved her hand up to her left breast and
slowly moved her hand across it, then back. I also noticed that
she was breathing heavily and would lick her brown, ample lips,
real slow, from time to time, making them shiny.  

Damn, I thought, that girl is getting horny!  She is so fucking
hot!  I bet her pussy, behind the flimsy material of her panties,
is getting good and wet and, from the raised bumps on the swells
of her breasts, I could tell that her nipples were hard as rocks
under her white dress!  This box really works!

As I felt my cock harden, I put my forearm over it and stood up
abruptly saying, "Sorry ladies, but I need to get ready to go to
work now.  Maybe you could come back some other time, okay?" 

The teenager said the first words she had said today, "Mama, I
could come back later and talk to Mr. Lewis about salvation and the
Lord. That is, if that's okay with Mr. Lewis."  She looked at me
with a serious expression on her pretty features. "Would you
mind?". 

I said, "No problem at all!  When would you like to come back,
Miss.... Miss..... ". 

"Miss Wilson, Shauna Wilson," Shauna said with a gleam now in her
pretty brown eyes. 

I walked the trio of negro women to the door, the older ones
leading the way, and leaned and whispered in Shauna's ear as she
passed, smelling a fragrance from her closeness like that of a new
kitten, "Maybe we can talk about more than the good book when you
come back.  What do you think?  Come back in fifteen minutes?" 

The box was still on at the time and she was still acting
fidgety, so I was not surprised at all to her answer as she turned
in the door and whispered back, "I would love to talk about more. 
See you in fifteen minutes." 

After I watched them walk down the street, I turned off the box
and went to the kitchen for a drink. I would see, in a few minutes,
if the box worked or not, but I did not need to worry, for a
quarter-hour later, there was a light knock on the door and when
I opened it, there stood Shauna in her white dress. 

"Hi," I smiled.  "Come on in! I was not sure if you would come
back alone.  I'm sure happy to see you did," I said as I stepped
back to let her in.

Shauna smiled a puzzled smile and looked down nervously.  "I
don't know why I came back," she said toward the ground.  Then she
looked up at me.  "We ladies are not supposed to go into houses
alone."

"Well," I said, "What did your Mom say?"

Shauna smiled.  "She said that ya'all looked like a nice boy and
that maybe I could get the Lord's message through to you.  She said
that she and Mizz Taylor would be back for me in an hour."

I opened the door and had her come to the front room and I asked
if she would like for me to take the bible that she was carrying.
She handed it to me and I asked if there was anything she would
like to drink.

"A Pepsi?" she said.

I got the Pepsi and thought to myself, this box is really great! 
I need to get into her pants and see what secrets little black
girls hide.  I could not wait to see what was under that dress, to
see if her pussy was the same as the white girls' I had fucked. 

I walked back in and handed her the Pepsi and said. "Would you
like to sit down and let me feel your pussy?"  

"What did you say?" Shauna gasped, her eyes going wide as she sat
down.  Even though her skin was the color of coffee, I could
distinctly see her cheeks blush red as she winced in surprise.

"May I put my hand up your dress and into your underpants and
feel your pussy?" I said calmly.

Shauna looked up at me, her head cocked and her hands at her hips
now as she rocked, from side to side, in that defiant way only
black girls do, and said, "What'chu sayin?  Feel ME up?  You're one
crazy honky!  I'm a Christian gal!  I am not lettin' any man touch
me!  Not till I get married." 

I chucked at her insolent expression as I picked up the box, from
the coffee table, and turned it on, watching as her face softened
and her arms relaxed at her sides.  She then looked at me in a
different way.  Her eyes seemed to roam up and down my body and
settle on the bulge at the front of my white shorts.

I said, "You look like you're a little worked up and a little
horny, Shauna.  Are you sure you don't want me to play with your
pussy for you?" 

"My mama brung me up to know what's right and what's wrong and
never to let a boy touch me," she retorted. "My body is a temple
of the Lord's!  Besides, I've only known you for an hour!  It
wouldn't be right, would it?" she said with an evil, shy smile
crossing her face. "Least, not till I get to know ya'all a little."

I sank down in front of her so that I was kneeling before the
upholstered chair.  Shauna smiled and spread her knees so I could
get between them.  I looked down at the white hem of her dress, as
it rode up to her mid thighs now, revealing lots of sexy leg.  Then
I looked up her body, past the curves of her round hips to her thin
waist and up to the twin swells of her breasts.  I could see them
rise and fall and hear her excited breathing.

I was excited too as I peeled off my shirt in front of her.

Then I reached out and took hold of the warm, brown skin of her
soft shoulders and leaned forward as I pulled her upper body to me.

Shauna kept her arms at her sides but her body was pliant and she
let me pull her close.  I felt her breasts against my bare chest
and pressed the side of my face to her soft cheek.

That baby kitten smell was strong in my nostrils now as my nose
was at her soft, shiny black hair.

I pushed my hands under her arms and around back of her slim body
and held her to me as I felt her move her behind forward on the
chair until I could feel her warm legs at my exposed hips and my
hard cock suddenly pressing against her pubic bone under the
material of her soft, cotton skirt.

I pulled my head back a bit, breathing excitedly as Shauna turned
her pretty face to me.  Her eyes closed and her lips were slightly
parted and she was panting with a sweet, candy scented breath.

God, I thought as I moved my face to hers, was I going to
actually kiss a negro?  After all the racist things I had learned
from my parents and my friends?

I placed one hand over the firm bump of Shauna's left breast and
squeezed it as Shauna gasped and I pushed my mouth to the pillow-
like softness of her warm, parted lips.

I felt the heat of the tip of her pink tongue as it touched my
lips and I opened my mouth and meshed my lips to hers as our
tongues sparred together and we panted into each other's faces.

Shauna wrapped her arms around my shoulders as I brought my hand
down from her breast and ran it, under her skirt, up the smooth
heat of her fleshy thigh, to the hot silkiness of the crotch of her
cotton panties.

I could feel the moistness that had soaked through the material
as I rubbed the dimpled outline of her hot pussy and sucked her
mouth with an intense craving.

Shauna squealed her delight into my face and I felt her push her
pussy up against my hand.

I pulled her panty crotch away from her pussy and thrust two
fingers behind the wet material.  I could feel the coarse hair of
her hot pussy against the backs of my fingers and feel the
slickness of her open, feminine slit against my knuckles.  I could
also suddenly smell the musty, strong, girl-like scent of her pussy
rising from the heat between her legs, up to my nostrils as I
kissed her.

My cock went totally rigid in my shorts.

I turned my hand to cup her pussy, beneath her panties, and then,
parting her slick, inner lips with my fingertips, I thrust my
middle finger up into her sultry, feminine opening.

Shauna grunted and wrapped her arms around me tighter as the
passion of her kiss increased and our tongues were doing an intense
sexual battle with each other.

Her insides were hot and tight and slick as could be as I probed
deeply into her pussy with my finger and rubbed her clit and her
pubic mound with my thumb.

She pulled one arm from me and, the next thing I knew, she had
thrust a hand down the front of my shorts and was gripping my hard,
throbbing cock in her warm grasp.

Man, I was excited!  I pulled my mouth from her's and abruptly
stood to pull my shorts off and fuck her.

Shauna's eyes went wide as I pulled my pants down a bit to free
my thick, eight inch erection.

She sat up and, without a word, leaned forward and took my cock
into her open mouth, moaning a kind of a wicked laugh as she did
so.

"Ahhh!" I gasped as the heat of her mouth engulfed me.

Shauna held my cock in one hand and my balls in the other as she
sucked and licked me inside of her mouth.

I looked down and could see my pale, white cock pressed into that
pretty black face, those ample, brown lips clutching around the
girth of my shaft.  I could see her cheeks implode as she sucked
me deeply.

I put my moistened fingers to my nose and sniffed the strong,
heady scent of her sex as I felt an orgasm begin to build in my
loins.

Her pussy smelled... just like pussy.  Maybe a little stronger
than the white girls' I had been with, but her scent was very
sexually thrilling.

"Shauna," I said breathlessly, "stop or you'll make me cum in
your mouth!" 

The pretty black girl, with my cock in her mouth, looked up at
me and then pulled back, grinning.  "Do it!" she said, excitedly, 
"I want to eat your sperm!"

Then she opened her mouth and eagerly took my cock in again,
sucking and licking and jacking me and kneading my balls for all
she was worth, compelling me to lose all control and feed her my
ejaculate.

I pulled back from her, her mouth making a loud sucking sound as
my cock pulled out.

I pushed her back in the chair and then reached up the sides of
her dark brown legs, causing her white skirt to ride up, and pulled
the well-worn, white, cotton panties down her legs and off of her. 
I noticed that the wet crotch was stained yellow and they were
threadbare with a couple of small holes in them.  I tossed her
panties to the floor and then I spread her legs, dropped to my
knees in front of her and, as she looked at me with anticipation,
I held my cock and steered it, under the cover of her white dress,
into her slimy, steaming slit.  

As my cock found her opening, I pushed, feeling myself sink
slowly into the entrance of her burning hot vagina.

"Ohh, baby!" Shauna shouted, lurching her lower body up at me on
the chair. "Fuck this horny nigger!  Fill me with that white cock!"
she screamed at me.

I grasped her round hips and pushed between her spread thighs,
overwhelmed by the sensations of penetration, until my cock had
sunk deeply into her and I could feel my balls against the soft
cushions of her ass cheeks on the chair and the base of my cock in
her bush.  Then I pulled back and thrust forward again, my cock
thrilling inside of her inner tightness.

"Fuck me!" she shouted, panting at me with a frantic, lust-
crazed look on her pretty, ebony face.

I gripped her hips harder and began to churn my cock into her
tight, feminine depths, making her grunt, through her white teeth,
with every forward thrust.

My cock couldn't take it.  She was so hot and tight and the smell
of lusty sex was so overpowering.  After only ten or so thrusts I
could feel my orgasm rise and my cock go harder in her, about to
spew its massive sex load.

"I'm going to cum!" I shouted.

"In my mouth, baby!" she yelled.

As my orgasm crested, I squealed and pulled out of her and jumped
up.  A stream of milky jizm erupted from me and hit the corner of
her upper lip as Shauna sat up and pushed my glistening, spurting
cock into her mouth.  I could feel her suck as my next burst of
fertile sperm erupted and shot inside of her mouth and over her
wiggling tongue.

"Mmmmm," she said as she grabbed my balls and held them as she
eagerly nursed on me.

I shot again and again as I looked down and watched Shauna suck
the cum from me, a string of my pearl-colored sperm clinging and
dripping from her soft, brown cheek.

"Mmmm," she said again as I heard and felt her swallowing while
I emptied the last of my sexual load into her hot mouth.

She didn't stop sucking, even when I was done cumming.  My cock
became so sensitive that I had to pull it back from her.

"God, that was good!" I yelled.

Shauna looked up at me and smiled.  I could see my sperm sticking
to her white teeth as her pink tongue appeared and licked it off
and then she gathered the spunk from her cheek and steered that
onto her tongue as well.

"Ohh, you taste so good," she said, smacking her lips and
swallowing.  "Your cum is sweet, baby!"

I laughed and touched the cheek of her cocoa-colored face.

I was so drained that I felt like falling to the carpeted floor
but Shauna suddenly stood and said, "Now its my turn, honey," as
she grasped the hem of her white, cotton dress and pulled it up
over her head and tossed it to the floor.

She stood before me totally naked now, except for the white sox
and shoes.  Shauna wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were brown
and round and firm.  Her nipples were jet black and stood out from
her dark areolas.

Looking down her lean but curvy, brown, feminine body, my
attention was drawn to the small, v-shaped, jet-black patch of
coily hair at the juncture of her legs.

Shauna's hand gripped over her crotch and I could tell that she
was inserting a finger into herself as she bent and parted her
thighs lewdly and said, "I want it now!  I want that big, white
cock, of yours, to satisfy me!"

Looking up, I could see she was squeezing and pulling her left
nipple with the fingers of her other hand and I could hear the wet
sounds of her finger fucking her pussy.  As I looked at her face,
Shauna was staring back at me with a pleading, yearning expression.

I thought, for a moment, about turning off the black box and
telling her that I was out of gas but the vision of that beautiful,
sexy, ebony body, with its thin waist and wide hips, had my jets
still on high and my cock had not softened a bit.

I stepped to her and grasped her curvy, nude body with one arm
as I pulled her roughly to me and kissed her full, soft, brown
lips.

Shauna pulled her hand from her pussy and brought her shiny, wet
finger up to my face.  I could smell the heady, feminine aroma as
I broke our kiss, took her small hand and thrust that finger into
my mouth and sucked it. 

Her pussy sauce tasted sweet but it had a strange, spicy
earthiness that I had never tasted with white pussy.

"Ohh, you dirty honky!" Shauna exclaimed, smiling widely. "You
white boys love to eat your pussy, don't you?"

I nodded.

Shauna took my shoulders and pushed me to my knees in front of
her so that her black patch was at my eye level.

"Lick me," she shouted excitedly, pointing at her kinky muff.
"Lick my nigger pussy, white boy!"

I gripped her firm, round ass cheeks and pulled Shauna's dewy
pussy to my face, sticking my tongue out and licking into her slimy
slit.

Her girl smell was strong in my nostrils now as my tongue probed
in her slit and collected the slick, spicy, pussy syrup from around
her enlarged clitoris.

"Ohh, God!" she wailed.  "Lick it!  Lick me!  Eat my cunt, you
blue-eyed devil!"

She lifted one foot onto the chair so that her black-haired
groove was open for me and I maneuvered my head between her legs
so that I could find her vagina with my tongue and lick deep into
her, lapping out the sweet, flowing, sexual juices from her hot,
delicate-feeling hole.

Shauna now gripped my ears hard and I felt her body bend and the
muscles of her legs go stiff.  By the way her vaginal entrance
began to pucker and clasp at my tongue, I knew I was making her
cum.

The pussy juice seemed to just flow over my face and chin and
drip down her brown thighs as Shauna pulled my ears and pressed my
face between her legs and climaxed real hard on me.

"God!" she screamed breathlessly as she wrenched my face away
from her crotch and stared down at me, wide-eyed in wonder. "That
was so fucking great!  And so nasty!  Shit!  I ain't never had my
pussy eaten before!"

With that, her knees seemed to give way and Shauna fell to the
floor in front of me.

Looking at her curvy, panting body, laying on her back, I wasted
no time and got between her legs, pulling her thighs wide apart for
me.

Looking down, I could see that the slick skin of her pussy slit
was a dark black, almost blue, color.  The opening of her vagina,
behind the delicate, coal-colored skin of her inner labia, was a
surprising light pink.

I got down, over her prone body and steered my throbbing cock to
her hot pussy hole. 

"Fuck me!" Shauna screamed.  "I'm YOUR nigger now, white boy! 
Do it to me!  Take me like a fucking whore!"

Overwhelmed with lust, I roughly thrust the whole length of my
cock deep into Shauna's hot, open pussy, watching her body tense
and hearing her grunt loudly as I entered her.

I could feel our pubic bones banging together as I supported
myself up over her with my arms and started to forcefully fuck into
her.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh," she grunted as my cock pushed so far into her
belly, again and again, that I could feel her cervix bumping the
tip of my engorged, thrusting cock.

Looking down, I could see how pale and white my throbbing shaft
looked as it disappeared between the black lips of her pussy, below
her dark clit, on each forward thrust.  Whenever I pulled back, I
could see her wet, pink, inner skin clinging to the base of my cock
as if it didn't want it to pull out of her.

Shauna closed her eyes and began to wag her head wildly, from
side to side, as the sexual energy seemed to build within her curvy
body.

Her eyes were closed and I could see the sinews in her neck
strain and I looked down at her brown, flat belly, seeing the area
above her pubic patch rise with each inner thrust of my large,
invading cock.  Then her stomach muscles tightened visibly and I
felt her pussy grip my cock deep within her as her knees rose to
my sides.  It was a feeling like I had never felt with any woman
before.

"Holy Jesus!" she lurched under me and screamed as she reached
up and pulled me down on top of her, clutching my upper body to her
tits while, at the same time her muscled legs wrapped around my
ass and gripped my lower body so that my cock was locked deep
inside of her.

"Ahhhhh!" she screamed in my ear as she came and, even though
I was gripped motionless by her surprisingly strong body, I could
actually feel the muscled walls of her insides still fucking me,
gripping and gripping my cock so hard that I could stand the
sensation no more and I began to cum in her, harder than I had ever
cum in my life, squirting my spewing sperm directly into this
girl's clutching womb as her pussy muscles forcefully milked the
ejaculate right out of me!

In the sublime rapture of my orgasm, I wrapped my arms around
her soft, warm, brown body and squeezed her tightly to me as the
two of us were locked in the embrace of an intense, orgasmic union
that seemed to last a full minute.

When it was done, we relaxed our grip on each other and I just
lay atop her, panting into her ear as I listened to her pant into
mine and felt my cock slowly shrinking inside of her.

When I finally raised my head and looked at her face, she smiled
back at me with a pretty, satisfied expression.

I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her, aware that all of
my sexual energy was now gone.

I wouldn't be able to muster another hard-on for, at least, a
full week!

I scampered up from her and walked to the coffee table.

It was time to turn off the black box and return Shauna to her
normal, chaste, Christian self.

"What's that?" she sat up and asked, as I picked the box up.

"Nothing," I replied, watching her sit erect with her knees up
and her legs wide apart.

I could see my white sperm, flowing out of the pink hole, in the
center of the black slit of her pussy, and dripping down her brown
ass cheek to the carpet.

I was almost ashamed of myself as I turned from her and flipped
the switch, turning off the black box.  I was afraid now of how she
was going to react when the horniness suddenly left her.

There was a silence for a moment and then I looked back at her,
ready to try and ease her shock and embarrassment.

She was still curiously grinning up at me from the floor.

"How do you feel?" I asked her.

"Great," she replied, squeezing her hard, black nipple.  "Do you
think you can get that big cock, of yours, hard for me again?"



Well, needless to say, the black box was a fake.  It hadn't
really worked at all.  I got nothing for my 25th birthday except
a loving wife and a daughter with sandy hair, blue eyes and skin
the color of coffee with cream.




-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.

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