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In 2008 the bad economy had been devastating to many families. It also made it hard for high school students to get decent summer jobs. My father told me that he would buy me a good, used car, but I needed to work to pay for the insurance and upkeep. I started looking for a job in March, hoping to be able to start at the beginning of June.

My name is Katy, and I live with my parents, Robin and Ed, in a suburb of Cincinnati. I turned sixteen in April and was going into my junior year of high school after the summer. Several of my girlfriends were looking for work in retail clothing stores and grocery stores, but I didn’t limit myself to those types of jobs I was willing to do almost anything.

I am athletic and played competitive softball and volley ball. By the time I turned sixteen I was almost five feet and nine inches tall and weighed one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Being fit and strong, I was willing to do jobs that involved manual labor. I was always a tomboy growing up and played rough and tumble games with the boys. The boys started treating me differently after I turned sixteen, as my breasts puffed out to firm and full D-cups.

My big tits were initially a liability because they made it more difficult to play sports with them shaking and jiggling around. I soon learned that the benefits outweighed the problems. My hair is shoulder-length and a natural dirty-blonde, which contrasts well with my blue eyes. I'm considered good looking by most people. I’m not a classic beauty, but can be considered to be a beautiful and sexy girl, looking a little like Jillian Michaels, the TV fitness trainer.

My parents knew that I was trying very hard to find a job, and that I wanted to find it on my own. By mid-May I still had not found anything and my father thought he would secretly help me out. We live next door to a black family. The father, named James Jones, owned a company where they made a wide variety of plastic and rubber products using injection molding and other techniques. We lived next to them for most of my life, and Dad and James (Dad calls him Jim) were good friends.

My bedroom window was on the side of our home next to our neighbor’s back deck. I was in my room one evening in mid-May when I heard my father go over to talk with James, who was cooking out on his deck. Dad walked up to him and said, “Good evening, Jim, I’ve got a favor to ask if you have a minute.”

James replied, “Sure, Ed, what can I do for you?”

Dad explained how hard I had been trying to find a job, and then said, “I think you told me before that you usually make room for a couple of high school kids to work at your company in the summer. If you still have a place open, Katy would sure do a good job for you.”

James thought for a few seconds and said, “The only position I have open is one in the warehouse. That work can get very heavy and sweaty. You also know that some of our products aren’t exactly fit for young, innocent eyes like hers to see.”

Dad responded, “Well, you know that Katy is an athletic girl and I know she can handle the work. As far as those special products are concerned, they would be boxed up by the time they got to the warehouse, and she’d never have to see them. And even if she did, most sixteen-year-old kids know about that stuff anyway.”

James laughed and said, “Okay, Ed, if you think it’s okay to possibly expose her to that, then I’ll give her a chance. Just don’t hold anything that happens against me. And since she doesn’t have a car yet, she can ride to work with me.”

My father replied, “That’s wonderful, Jim, thank you so much. I’ll send Katy over here to ask you herself. Please don’t let her know that I already talked to you about it. She wants to get a job all on her own.”

I was pissed at my father for interceding with Mr. Jones that way, but at the same time thankful for the opportunity. I was also wondering what those special products were, but quickly put it out of my mind. Dad came back home and waited a few minutes before coming to my room.

I let him in after he knocked and he said, “Katy, you know I’ve been thinking about where you could look for a job. Then I remembered that our neighbor, Jim, hires a couple of kids in the summer. Maybe you should go over and ask him. I saw him cooking out on his deck, and this would be a good time.”

Mr. Jones knows me very well. I grew up with his son, Matt, who is two years older than me and headed off to college. We played together all the time, at one of our homes or the other, at least until Matt turned sixteen and started dating girls his own age. I played Dad’s little game and went over and asked Mr. Jones for the job, pretending that I wasn’t aware they had talked.

Since Matt and I hadn’t been hanging out so much for the past couple of years, I had not seen or talked to Mr. Jones very much in the recent past. I was wearing athletic shorts and a tight t-shirt, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off my braless tits and nipples swaying against the fabric. I didn’t really mind him looking since he’s a good-looking black man and had always been nice to me. He and his wife, Rhonda, were around forty-two years old, just two years older than my parents. He was about six feet and three inches tall and weighed maybe two hundred pounds.

We talked everything over about the job and I thanked him for the opportunity. Then as I was leaving he said, “You seem to be a strong young lady, and I’m sure you’ll do well in the warehouse. Remember that since you’re riding with me, you’ll be going in about 7:00 am each day and returning home about 7:00 pm. I hope it’s okay for you to work such long hours. And by the way, you should call me James or Jim since we’ll be working and riding together. We’re pretty informal at the plant.”

I smiled and replied, “The hours are fine, and I’m just so happy to have this opportunity, Jim. I’m willing and able to handle whatever needs to be done at the warehouse.”

The last two weeks of school passed quickly, and I soon found myself in Jim’s big, four-door, diesel pickup truck heading for my first day of work. When we got there Jim gave me a brief introduction to three of his foremen, including Malcolm, who would be my supervisor in the warehouse. Then he took me on a quick tour of the facilities.

Most of the floor space was taken up by various, sophisticated machines and assembly lines in a big open area. We passed a walled-off section that looked to be maybe two thousand square feet in size that had a keypad on the door for restricted entry. The sign on the door read, ‘Restricted Area – Elastomer and Silicone Production’.

I asked Jim what that is and he said, “That’s just where we produce some of our, let’s say, special products, and we don’t want all of our employees having access to that area. You don’t really need to know about that, sweetie.”

I didn’t press Jim for further explanation on the special products, and we soon finished the tour back with Malcolm in the warehouse. Malcolm is a black man who looked to be a little older than Jim and about the same size and build. There were two other employees in the warehouse besides me. One was a fifty-something year old white man, named Randal, and another black man in his thirties named, Jason. I learned that there are forty employees in total, and a little over half of them are black. As we walked around that day, several of the men called my neighbor by the name, Big Jim. I didn’t think too much about that at the time, since Jim was a big, muscular man.

The warehouse crew handled both incoming raw materials and the outgoing finished products. Malcolm put me to work right away unloading a truck containing various hardware and plastic materials, as well as thermal plastic, silicone, elastomers and thermoplastic rubber. I was still curious about that special room and I asked Malcolm what the elastomers and silicone were used for.

He just laughed and said, “A young, innocent girl like you doesn’t need to know about that stuff.”

That first day of work was hard and heavy, but I handled it well. One thing I had to get used to is the way the men stared at me when they thought I wasn’t looking. I was wearing tight jeans and a blue t-shirt with no bra, and I knew that my ass and breasts were attracting their attention as I moved around and pressed up against boxes. I liked their attention, and for the first time in my life I was beginning to experience the womanly power of having a great body.

It was enjoyable riding to and from work with Jim in his big truck. We sometimes talked about boring work topics, but other times he got into areas that I at first thought strained the bounds of decency for an adult to be talking about with a sixteen-year old girl. The first time was at the end of my first week working for him.

We had just left the plant when he asked, “So how was your first week, Katy. Did any of my men bother you in any way or get pushy with you?”

I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble for some innocent staring, so I responded, “No, Jim, everything’s fine. I had a great week and really enjoy working there. Why do you ask?”

Jim chuckled to himself and said, “I’ve just noticed that most of my men can’t keep their eyes off you. You're a very sexy and attractive girl. If you don’t mind me saying so, you have a fantastic body for a girl your age. Hell, Katy, don’t tell your father, but I can hardly keep my eyes off you either.”

I liked Jim a lot and wasn’t offended by his somewhat boyish comments. In fact, it was very flattering that a mature black man like Jim could be so giddy and admit to being attracted to me. I decided to use a little humor to show him that I wasn’t overly sensitive or offended by his comments.

I smiled at him and said, “Thank you so much for the compliment, Jim. Sometimes I amaze myself looking in the mirror. The tit fairy sure gave me more than my fair share of puffs this summer.”

Following that first time talking about my big breasts, there was often a sexual undertone to our conversations. I thought it was a lot of fun talking with Jim that way, and he seemed to get more direct in his comments as time went on. I had not seriously dated any boys and it turned me on knowing that he was hitting on me in very subtle ways. Now I realize that it was a kind of infatuation that I was feeling for Jim because of the attention he was giving me, and since he is such a handsome and strong man. The fact that he is a black man wasn't an issue for me.

Things continued going well on the job, and I was becoming familiar with most of the raw materials and products. I still didn’t know what was going on in that special room, but that soon changed. I was out by the loading dock, drinking a soda and taking a break in the shade on a hot mid-afternoon. I got curious about some of the boxes that I saw taped up in the trash dumpster that were labeled with a big red ‘Rejected’ stamp.

No one else was around so I took a couple of the boxes out and opened the smaller one first with my box cutter. I felt my face turning red with embarrassment, even though I was alone out there. The first box contained six smaller boxes packaged for retail sale and labeled ‘Realistic Dildo’. I had never seen a dildo before, but one of my girlfriends had only recently mentioned to me that she wanted to get one.

I opened the individual box and saw a flesh colored cock that was advertised as seven inches long and about the thickness of a toilet paper roll tube. It also had big, molded balls attached to the base, and below that was a suction cup. I knew what a cock looked like from taking sex education in high school but had never felt one. The labeling touted that it was the most realistic dildo available, made with a space-age elastomer material that had the feel of real skin.

As far as I could tell, it did have the look, feel and firmness of a real, hard cock. I held it in my hand and embarrassed myself again. It was heavy in my hand, and I instinctively started stroking it, before becoming self-conscious and looking around to make sure that no one was watching me. My pussy was getting wet as I realized that I then knew what they were making in that special room.

I set one of the flesh colored dildos aside and put the rest of them in the small box back into the dumpster. Then I opened the larger box and was shocked again. The individual boxes were labeled ‘Big Jim’s Squirting Monster Cock’. I took one of them out of the box and saw that it's made of the same, realistic elastomer material, but it was black.

It is very heavy, labeled as twelve inches long, and so big around that my fingers didn’t touch when gripping it. It's also molded to have a foreskin and big veins running all over the surface. It even had much bigger balls than the other one and they hung down with a reservoir for putting some kind of liquid into, and a suction cup on the bottom. I read the instructions and found out that the balls were made to hold a simulated semen solution that could be squirted into a woman when she wanted to enjoy the feeling of a man ejaculating into her vagina.

Handling those dildos and imaging how they might feel in my pussy was arousing me as never before in my life. I knew that the dildos were rejected, probably for some technical reason, but they sure looked and felt great to me. I took one of the black dildos and set it aside with the smaller one and put the rest back into the dumpster. Then I stuck the dildos in the waistband of my jeans and covered them up with my t-shirt. I walked immediately to the lunch area and put them in my soft thermal cooler that I used to bring my lunch and soft drinks to work.

The conversation with Jim on our ride home that day was even more stimulating, since I was already aroused from seeing and handling those dildos. Jim had gotten to the point of making comments that would seem way over the line and crude to someone who didn’t know him as well as I did.

That day he said, “Damn, Katy, you're really looking good in that tight t-shirt and jeans today. I saw some to the men rubbing their crotches after you walked by. How does it make you feel being a teenage girl and having that effect on a bunch of horny, grown men?”

In my aroused state I was feeling a little naughty. I wanted to tease Jim in a way that I had never done before just to get his reaction. So, I responded, “I like the way all of those adult men get turned on looking at a young girl like me. I must admit that it excites me seeing them react that way to my body. What about you, Jim? Do I excite you too?”

I guess that I expected him to nervously react to my leading question. Instead, he looked over at me, smiled, openly rubbed his crotch, and responded in a very candid and self-confident way saying, “Oh my goodness yes, Katy! I think you're a very attractive and sexually appealing girl. If I wasn’t best friends with your father, then…well, who knows what I might try to do?”

My pussy immediately got wet from hearing Jim almost admit that he wanted to have sex with me. I was excited by his comment, but at the same time scared since I was still a virgin and didn’t know what to expect. I tried to defuse the situation by saying, “That’s very sweet of you, Jim. It’s nice to know that I'm appreciated.”

We both changed the subject after that, but I noticed that Jim still had his hand on his crotch, discreetly rubbing himself. I got home and had dinner with my parents. Then I excused myself to take a shower and go to bed after a long day at work. What I really wanted to do though, was play with those life-like dildos.

I first took out the smaller, flesh colored dildo and handled it, fantasizing that I was holding a real cock. My pussy was very wet, and I carefully experimented by pushing it into my pussy. I have very thick and prominent outer labia covered in a layer of blonde hair. I had masturbated before, but it felt so good having the thicker head of the dildo cock pushing into me.

Because of my thick labia, a little over two inches of the fake cock were in me when it pressed up against my hymen. I began thrusting the dildo against my hymen, and soon got frustrated with the minimal penetration. One of my girlfriends told me that it hurts less if the hymen is broken in one, fast thrust. I got some paper towels to put on the bed under me and tried to prepare myself mentally. Then I pushed the dildo sharply against my hymen.

The dildo broke through on that first thrust. There was some pain, but it was bearable, and I held still with about four inches of the dildo in me. I waited about fifteen minutes and then began to slowly slide the dildo in and out of my pussy. As I became more aroused and wetter, I eventually worked the whole seven inches into me. The head was pushing against my cervix, and the soft, molded balls pressed against the area below my pussy and my ass. I looked down and was thankful that there was very little blood on the paper towels.

I started fucking myself aggressively with that life-like dildo, while rubbing my clit, and the pain was almost gone. It only took me a few minutes to experience my first orgasm achieved by penetration. It felt so wonderful fucking myself, even if it was with a fake cock. I was looking forward to masturbating again the next night. At that point I was very tired from my orgasm and the trauma of breaking my hymen, and decided to clean up the dildo and get to bed. I folded up the soiled paper towels and buried them at the bottom of the other trash in our kitchen waste basket.

My pussy was still a little sore the next day at work, not only from breaking my hymen, but also from having something that thick thrusting inside of my vagina for the first time. By the end of the day I was feeling much better, and Jim and I had our usual suggestive banter in the truck. I could hardly wait to get home and go to bed so I could try that larger, black dildo.

After dinner and my shower, I went to my room and retrieved my dildos from a hiding place in my closet. I was already getting wet and turned on just from handling the dildos, and I was anxious to try the big, black one. I used a cloth tape measure to confirm that it was twelve inches long from the tip to the beginning of the balls. It was also over six inches around.

I held it awkwardly in both hands as I pushed the cock head into my wet vulva. It was thicker than the flesh-colored one and I loved the feeling of it filling and stretching my vulva. The area where my hymen was previously attached was a little sensitive to the added pressure, but not enough for me to stop. I started fucking myself with it and loved the visual and physical stimulation of being impaled on that huge, black dildo.

Seeing the contrast of the thick, black shaft and my white vulva, it only took me a few minutes to start visualizing that I was fucking Jim, especially after our conversation the previous day. Then it hit me. The package was labeled ‘Big Jim’s Squirting Monster Cock’, and I was beginning to wonder if it was named after Jim, my boss. And if so, would that mean that it was molded on his cock? The more I thought about that being Jim’s cock, the harder and deeper I pulled it into me. After a while though, it got to be uncomfortable leaning over and pulling it into me like that.

I started thinking about the suction cup on the base of the dildo and figured that it's meant to hold the fake cock in place while a person sat on it. There was a low, wooden chest at the foot of my bed that was used to hold my extra linens and blankets. The surface was lacquered, and I thought it would be a good place to attach the dildo. I dampened the base with my spit and pressed it down on the chest. Then I backed up over it and bent my legs, lowering myself onto the dildo. After I found the most comfortable angle I started using my legs to go up and down.

It felt so good having my pussy stuffed with that big dildo. As I got wetter and more aroused, I was able to fit what looked like over seven inches inside of me. I kept pressing harder and swiveling my hips on each down stroke. Then I felt my uterus shift and I was able to get almost the whole thing in me. The smell of my juices permeated the room, and I was rising and falling on that fake dong until an enormous orgasm washed over me. I was in a dream-like state for a few seconds, and then realized that I was sitting all the way down on that twelve-inch dildo, with the balls pressing against my ass.

I learned in sex-education in high school that the average unaroused vagina is three to four inches in depth, plus the thickness of the vulva. When aroused, a vagina can expand to five to seven inches in depth, plus the vulva. If I was average, and with my thick vulva, I should only be able to take maybe a nine-inch cock all the way inside of me. Yet, there I was sitting fully down on a thick, twelve-inch, life-like dildo. So, I knew that my vagina definitely wasn’t average.

In just two days I had gotten a realistic feeling of what it would be like to be fucked, and I loved every minute of it. The thought that I was able to take that huge, black, fake cock all the way in me to the balls, had me hot with lust. I knew right then that I had to have a real cock in me, and soon. Several of the boys I knew came to mind, but it would be awkward to go out and ask for it that way.

My mother and I had scheduled an appointment with a gynecologist for me to be examined and get birth control pills, but that wasn’t for another week. In the meantime, my period was regular, and I knew that I had one week to go before it started.

I didn’t go to work the next day knowing that I would be fucked. I just wanted to let Jim know that I knew about the special room and try to find out if he was the model for that big dildo. The day seemed to drag by, but finally I was in the truck with Jim on the way home.

There's a city park that we pass every day on the way to and from work. It has a secluded parking area away from the entrance and under some trees that would be a good place to sit and talk. I knew that some of the kids from my school parked there on date nights, and it was usually safe.

We had only been on the road for a few minutes when I asked, “Jim, would you mind stopping at the city park on the way home today? I have something I’d like to talk with you about, and something to ask you. It would be best if we’re parked.”

Jim laughed and tried to make a joke of it by saying, “Whoa, Katy, this all sounds very mysterious. I’m not in any trouble, am I?”

I just rolled my eyes and said, “Of course you’re not in trouble. After all, you're the big boss. I just want a few quiet moments to talk with you.”

Jim thought for a few seconds and teasingly chuckled as he said, “Okay, little darlin’, but you better scrunch down in the seat when we pull in there. My windows are tinted as darkly as they can be under Ohio law, but people can still see you through the windshield. I don’t think it would look too good having an adult black man seen coming in here to park with a pretty, blonde teenager like you. Somebody might think we’re lovers or something.”

We soon pulled into the park and I peeked out the windshield to direct Jim to the secluded area in the shade of the trees. It was hot outside, but he kept his engine running to keep truck cab cool. I love the sound and vibrations of that powerful diesel engine. I started out by explaining how I found the rejected dildos in the dumpster and took two of them home with me.

Then I continued saying, “I’d like to say that I’m sorry that I discovered the secret to your special room, but I’m not. I don’t think you really believed that you could keep that secret from me forever.”

Jim smiled and said, “No, I guess you had to find out sometime. I just wanted to keep it from you for as long as possible to honor my friendship with your dad. I am curious though why you took them home with you.”

I gave him a coy smile and said, “Well, Jim, to be honest, I had never seen anything like that and I was curious. And since I’m trying to be honest, I can tell you that it turned me on holding them in my hands.”

Jim had turned partially towards me in the seat and was openly rubbing his crotch. He tilted his head slightly and gave me the strangest look when he asked, “Oh my goodness, what are you saying, girl? Did you use them on yourself? I thought that you would still be a virgin.”

I smiled at him again and said, “I am technically still a virgin, Jim, if we don’t count those life-like dildos. Two days ago, when I used the smaller one was the first time for me, and it took my cherry. Then last night I used the bigger one, and that’s what I wanted to ask you about.”

Jim was still unashamedly rubbing his crotch as I continued, “I hope my question doesn’t offend you, Jim, but here goes. The box for the larger, black dildo is labeled as ‘Big Jim’s Squirting Monster Cock’. That didn’t mean much to me until I was using it last night and thought of you. I know that some of the employees call you Big Jim, and I began to wonder if it's named after you. Please tell me, Jim. Were you the model for that dildo?”

He smiled and said, “Well, since you’re being so honest, I might as well tell the truth too. Yes, sweetie, that was a mold taken from me, and it sounds like you enjoyed it. What else do you want to know?”

I thought for a second and responded, “What is the squirting part all about? I know that boys and men ejaculate, but the graphics make it look like a lot of juice shooting out.”

Jim was rubbing a big lump running down his leg as he answered, “If you must know, I am blessed with the ability to ejaculate unusually large loads of cum. The marketing guys thought it would help the dildo sell better if we included bladders in those big balls, which really are the size of mine. The women who use those things like to add to the realism and fill the bladders with various kinds of artificial semen. Then they squirt it into themselves when they're having their orgasms.”

I was so aroused knowing the big dildo really is a replica of Jim’s cock and hearing about his large volume of cum. I was slowly gaining courage to ask my last question, and finally just blurted it out. I began by saying, “Jim, I really would like to know just how realistic that dildo is. Would you let me see and feel your cock?”

He had a very surprised and happy look on his face when he responded, “I thought you’d never ask. Hell yes, you can look, touch, suck, and do anything else you want to my cock, so long as you don’t tell your father. We’d better lock the doors and move to the back seat though. If anyone walks up to the truck they won’t be able to see us there because of the very darkly tinted side windows.

I was trembling with excitement as we slid through the space between the front seats and moved to the back. Jim just sat there, apparently waiting for me to start, and then said, “I’m happy to show my cock to you Katy, but you need to work for it. Get over here and pull it out yourself.”

He sat back in the seat and my hands were shaking as I reached down to unbuckle his belt and unfasten the button on his jeans. Then I pulled down his zipper and spread his pants out. I started tugging to pull his jeans down, and he lifted his ass off the seat to help me. His big cock lump was plainly visible running down the leg of his tight boxer shorts. I reached down to the waist band and started pulling his underwear down, and he helped me again by lifting his ass.

His huge, hardening cock was already about ten inches long and lying between his legs on the seat. He spread his legs farther and smiled as I leaned over to hold it in my hand. I knew right away that the real thing is much better than a dildo. I loved the smell of his sweaty, musky man-scent and enjoyed the warmth and firmness of his cock flesh. I began to stroke it and was turned on by the moistness of his foreskin and cock head as that thick skin slid back and forth over the head. It took his cock less than a minute to become fully hard and throbbing in my hand.

My arousal was growing as I kept stroking his cock with one hand and fondled his huge, hairy, black balls with the other. I was a little surprised when Jim made his first move on me by reaching over and lifting my t-shirt above my breasts. He began kneading and rubbing my breasts and nipples, as what I came to learn was precum began oozing out of his cock and lubricating the shaft.

I was leaning towards him and he moved one hand to my back and started pulling my face down towards his cock. He then started gently thrusting his cock in my hand and said, “If you like the feel of my cock in your hand, you’ll love it in your mouth. Go ahead, Katy, and give Big Jim a taste. And holy shit, girl, you have got the most beautiful, firm, big tits that I have ever seen or felt. I can hardly wait to taste them.”

Jim’s musky smell became stronger as I got nearer to his cock, and I felt that my pussy was wet with arousal. I opened my mouth as big as I could to squeeze the oozing cock head and foreskin into my mouth. I was apprehensive at first about tasting his precum, but after I got my first taste I knew that I loved it.

I struggled to get just a few inches of his massive cock into my mouth and loved the way he was thrusting his hips and fucking it into me. After sucking his cock for a few minutes, Jim started twisting around in the seat and said, “Damn, girl, you sure seem to be hungry for it, especially for your first time. But now you’ve got to give me a taste of that sweet, teen pussy of yours. I can smell you already, so get your pants down and turn around here so I can suck that juicy thing.”

This whole oral sex thing was new to me, and it at first seemed so nasty to be putting my mouth on someone’s genitals. But in just a few minutes I had come to love tasting and sucking Jim’s oozing cock, which gave me some understanding of why he would want to suck my very wet cunt.

I quickly slid down my jeans and underwear, and Jim positioned me on my right side with my back to the seat back. Then he turned onto his left side facing the other way. I took his big, black cock back into my mouth as he arched his body a little to lean over and suck my pussy. Before he began sucking me he said excitedly, “Holy shit, Katy, you’ve got beautiful, big and thick labia and I love the blonde hair. With your gorgeous tits and pussy, we might be able to use you as a model for some of our simulated pussy and breast products.”

He covered my vulva with his thick black lips and began sucking my labia and clit. I felt his long tongue exploring my pussy and loved everything he was doing to me. At the same time, he was thrusting his cock harder and harder into my mouth with me being pinned against the seat. I loved the feeling of his thick foreskin and the bulging veins on his cock sliding in my mouth.

I had always been a strong-willed girl and was used to being dominant in everything I did. But it was so enjoyable to surrender myself to the desires of that big and aggressive black man. I knew that I was his to fuck if he wanted me.

We had been sucking one another for fifteen minutes when Jim pulled back for a moment and asked, “Now that you’ve seen my cock and had a taste, how do you compare that dildo to the real thing?”

I pulled my mouth off his cock and said, “The real thing is much better. I like the feel of your natural skin and the foreskin and thick veins in my mouth, as well as the taste of your precum. The dildo just can’t match the characteristics, feel and smell of the real thing.”

Jim began fingering my pussy as he asked, “Tell me the truth, Katy. How much of my Big Jim dildo were you able to take inside of you?”

I kept stroking his cock as I responded, “I started out lying back on my bed trying to pull it into me with both hands and got about six inches of it in me. That got to be uncomfortable, so I mounted it on my linen chest and lowered myself onto it. I started fucking myself with it, and as I got wetter and more aroused, I think I had a little over seven inches in me. Then I started pressing harder and rotating my hips. My uterus shifted, and I had about ten inches in me. At that point I had a mind-numbing orgasm. When I came back to my senses, I was sitting all the way down on that thing, with my ass resting on the big balls.”

Jim was very excited as he said, “Holy fucking shit, a young girl like you took the whole fucking thing! There aren’t many women, even some whores I’ve fucked, who can take it all. I’ve got to feel that for myself. You are on birth control aren’t you, sweetie? I don’t have any condoms with me.”

I was afraid and ecstatic with joy, all at the same time, when Jim said that he wanted to fuck me. I quickly took the head of his cock back into my mouth for a few seconds before I pulled back. I wasn’t aware how turned on some men get when they get to fuck an unprotected pussy, until his response after me saying, “I’m not on birth control yet, Jim, but I want to you to fuck me anyway. I’m sure that I’m in the safe part of my cycle, and I want your bare cock in me so I can feel your big cum load shooting into me.”

He immediately started turning around in the seat and said, “Oh fuck, this couldn’t get any better. Fucking a pretty, white, teen virgin with no protection is the ultimate thrill for a horny black man like me, especially since you can take all of my fuck meat.”

Jim pulled a towel from the gym bag on the floor and laid it on the seat. He obviously wanted to protect his seat from our fuck juices. I laid back on the towel and spread my legs as Jim positioned himself over me. I looked down in awe as his huge, black cock pushed into my hairy white pussy. He quickly bottomed out on my cervix and kept pushing as I swiveled my hips.

When my uterus shifted, and his cock was in me to the balls, Jim leaned down to kiss me before saying, “Damn, Katy, you weren’t kidding. I’ve got my cock buried all the way in your tight, white cunt.”

We had already been in the park for a half hour and were both very aroused from the oral sex. Jim started pounding my young pussy with his monster cock, and I just loved the feeling of being taken by such a strong, black man. His cock felt so much better in me than the dildo, and I felt the foreskin sliding back and forth. I had my first orgasm right away, and then had another one when Jim’s cock began throbbing and he filled my pussy with its first ever load of cock juice.

His cum and my juices began oozing out of my pussy around his cock, and the strong, wonderful smell permeated the truck. Jim slowly fucked me as his cock began to soften. Then he pulled out of me and slid up over me on the seat with his slimy cock in front of my mouth. He pushed it to my lips and said, “Go ahead and clean Big Jim up darlin’. I can’t go home to my wife like this.”

I took his cock into my mouth and just loved the taste of our combined juices. I especially loved the taste and texture of his thick, white semen and sperm, and the aroma was so arousing. After I cleaned his cock he sat back on the seat as I sat up to wipe my vulva. The towel was wet with his massive load and my juices.

Then Jim said, “I’d love to fuck you again right now, Katy, but we’re already pretty late. We’ll have plenty of opportunities to fuck in the future, that is if you want to again,”

He seemed a little surprised when I leaned over and kissed him passionately before saying, “I want your huge, black cock in my white pussy whenever we can, Jim. And I’ll want more too. Would you be upset if I fucked Malcolm and few of the other black men at work? I know for certain, even after just this first experience, that I love to fuck and want all of the cock and cum that I can get.”

Jim laughed and said, “A lot of white women feel that way after their first taste of black fuck meat. You’ll sure give a big boost to employee morale with your big tits and sweet pussy.”

It didn’t take long for me to gain a reputation of being the black men’s whore at work. I fucked Jim almost every day, either in his office at lunch or on the way home. I fucked Malcolm and other black men in either Malcolm’s office or out in the warehouse. I was lucky that I didn’t get pregnant before I got started on birth control pills. Jim knew then that I was then protected, but I didn’t tell the other men because they fucked me even harder and deeper when they thought I was unprotected.

At the end of the summer I was headed back to school. Jim offered to let me work on Saturdays and was willing to be flexible, so I could continue with my sports. He let me work in the special room, and he paid me a lot extra when I became a body model with my breasts and vulva. I also tested the newer dildo products for him, which resulted in some new, money-making designs. It excites me knowing that a bunch of horny old men are fondling my fake breasts and fucking my fake pussy.

Finally, Jim and I also looked for opportunities to fuck at home, whenever his wife was out of the house and I could sneak over there without my parents knowing. I could never get enough of his big cock and cum loads, and was very sad when I moved away for college.