Her Best Friend's Black Crush

Emily had been wet for Jamal since the night Kayla first dragged him to that campus party six months ago. Twenty-two, white, blonde, the perfect little sorority princess on the outside, and inside she was a filthy mess every time her best friend’s boyfriend walked into a room. Tall, dark-skinned, cut like a fucking statue from all those hours on the field, Jamal moved with that lazy, cocky confidence that made her cunt clench. Twenty-four, black, college athlete, and every time he laughed at one of Kayla’s jokes Emily imagined that deep voice growling against her ear while he split her open.

Kayla was gone for the weekend—some family thing two states over—and Emily had been trying (and failing) not to think about it. She was sprawled on her apartment couch in nothing but a thin white tank top and the tiniest pair of gray cotton shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass when the knock came. She knew that knock. Her pussy fluttered instantly.

She opened the door and there he was, filling the frame, dark skin gleaming under the hallway light, white t-shirt stretched across that broad chest, basketball shorts hanging low on his hips. A forgotten gym bag dangled from one massive hand.

“Kayla left this at my place,” Jamal said, that slow smile already curling his full lips. “Figured I’d drop it off before I hit the gym.”

“Come in,” Emily said, stepping aside. Her voice came out huskier than she meant. The second the door clicked shut behind him the air changed. Thick. Charged. She could smell his cologne mixed with clean sweat and something darker, masculine. Her nipples hardened against the thin tank immediately.

Jamal set the bag down but didn’t move toward the door again. His eyes dragged over her—bare legs, the way the shorts rode up, the obvious stiff peaks of her tits. He didn’t bother hiding it.

“Damn, Em. You always walk around like that when Kayla’s gone?”

She bit her lip, heart hammering. Months of secret staring, of touching herself in the shower while picturing his thick black cock, of pretending she wasn’t jealous every time Kayla crawled into his lap. It all boiled over right there.

“Only when I’m hoping someone specific might stop by,” she said, bold and filthy, and watched his eyebrows lift.

He chuckled, low and dirty. “That right?”

Emily turned, walking toward the kitchen like she needed a drink, putting an extra sway in her hips. The shorts rode higher. She “accidentally” dropped a dish towel, then bent straight over at the waist to grab it, ass out, the thin cotton stretching tight over her plump cheeks, the fabric slipping into the cleft so he could see the exact shape of her. She stayed down longer than she needed to, knowing exactly what she was doing.

“Fuck,” Jamal muttered behind her, voice rough. “That ass, Emily. Jesus Christ. You know how good that looks?”

She straightened slowly, face flushed, and turned. His eyes were locked on her body like he wanted to devour her. The front of his shorts already tented heavy.

“You staring at your girlfriend’s best friend’s ass, Jamal?”

“Hard not to when you’re waving it in my face like that.” He stepped closer. The height difference made her feel tiny. “Been staring at it for months, if I’m honest. Every time you bend over in those little skirts at parties. Thought about putting my hands all over it.”

Her pussy was soaked. She could feel it slicking the insides of her thighs. She looked up at him, pupils blown, and just said it.

“I’ve fantasized about your big black cock for months. Every fucking night almost. Touching myself thinking about how thick it must be, how it would stretch me, how you’d ruin this tight white pussy while Kayla’s not looking.”

Jamal’s nostrils flared. A deep growl rolled out of his chest. He closed the last inch between them, one huge hand landing on her hip, thumb sliding under the waistband of her shorts.

“Been imagining the same shit,” he rasped. “Imagined bending you over this counter and feeding every inch into that pretty little cunt. Stretching you open until you’re dripping down your thighs. You’re so fucking small, Em. Bet that tight white pussy would grip me like a fist.”

The words cracked whatever thin restraint was left. Emily surged up on her toes and crushed her mouth to his. Jamal groaned into the kiss, tongue shoving past her lips immediately, tasting her, claiming her. His hands grabbed her ass hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, hauling her up against him so she felt the massive, hot ridge of his cock through the shorts. She moaned, filthy and desperate, grinding against it.

Clothes started flying. Her tank was yanked up and off; his big palms covered her bare tits, squeezing, thumbs scraping her stiff pink nipples until she whimpered. She shoved at his shirt and he ripped it over his head, revealing that dark, carved chest, the deep V of his hips. Emily’s hands were everywhere—raking down his abs, sliding into the waistband of his shorts, wrapping around the thick, heavy shaft that sprang free. Fuck, it was even bigger than she’d dreamed. Long, girthy, veins snaking along the dark shaft, the fat head already leaking precum.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, stroking him with both hands, feeling him throb. “It’s huge. I’ve wanted this cock so bad—”

Jamal cut her off with another hungry kiss, walking her backward until her ass hit the edge of the kitchen counter. He shoved her shorts and soaked panties down in one rough motion; she kicked them away. Cool air hit her bare, dripping cunt. He dropped to a crouch just long enough to drag his tongue up her slit once, tasting how wet she was for him, then stood and spun her around, bending her over the counter himself. His cock slapped heavy against her ass cheek.

“You sure?” he growled against her ear even as his hand was already guiding that fat head between her thighs, rubbing through her slick folds. “Once I start stretching this pussy I ain’t stopping.”

“Please,” Emily begged, arching back, reaching behind to spread herself open for him. “Fuck me with that big black cock. I’ve been aching for it. Stretch me. Ruin me. I need it—”

He pushed forward. The broad head forced her entrance open, thick and relentless. Emily’s mouth fell open in a broken moan as inch after thick inch sank into her, stretching her white cunt obscenely around his dark shaft. The burn was perfect, the fullness overwhelming. She could feel every ridge, every pulse. Jamal kept going until his hips were flush against her ass, buried to the root, and she was shaking, stuffed fuller than she’d ever been.

“Look at that,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to watch her pink lips cling to him before slamming back in. “Taking all this dick like you were made for it. Tight little white girl pussy gripping me so fucking good—”

He started fucking her in earnest—deep, hard strokes that made her tits bounce and her moans turn into sharp, needy cries. The wet sound of his cock plunging into her filled the apartment. Emily pushed back to meet every thrust, filthy words spilling out of her.

“Yes—fuck—Jamal—your cock is splitting me open—harder—use me—”

His hand fisted in her blonde hair, arching her back so he could drive even deeper. The other hand spanked her ass, watching the pale cheek jiggle and pink up under his dark palm. She was dripping down her thighs, down his balls, making a mess of both of them. Every thrust dragged over her g-spot; her legs were already trembling.

They were frantic, months of denied lust pouring out in the slap of skin and the wet suck of her cunt around him. Jamal fucked her like he’d been starving for it—long, powerful strokes that made the counter creak—while Emily clawed at the surface and begged for more, for harder, for everything he could give her. His free hand snaked around to rub tight circles on her clit and she almost sobbed, the pleasure spiking so sharp she saw white.

He leaned over her back, chest to her spine, mouth at her ear. “Gonna fill this pussy up. You want that? Want your best friend’s boyfriend’s cum dripping out of you all weekend?”

“Yes—please—cum in me—I want it so bad—”

He was getting close; she could feel him swelling even thicker inside her, the rhythm turning jagged and desperate. Emily was right there with him, cunt fluttering and clenching, seconds from exploding—

But Jamal suddenly slowed, pulling almost all the way out until just the head stretched her open, holding her on the edge with him. His breath was ragged against her neck.

“Not yet,” he growled, voice dark with promise. “I’m not done with you. Bedroom. Now. I want you on your back with your legs spread so I can watch every inch of this black cock disappear into that pretty white cunt while you scream my name.”

Emily was shaking, empty and aching the second he slipped free, her pussy gaping and glistening. She turned in his arms, kissed him filthy and open-mouthed, then grabbed his still-hard, shiny cock and started walking backward toward the bedroom, leading him by it.

“Then hurry the fuck up and stretch me again,” she whispered. “We’ve got all weekend.”

Emily tugged him toward the bedroom by that massive black cock, her fingers barely closing around the thick, spit-slick girth, but Jamal had other plans. He scooped her up like she weighed nothing, spun her around, and set her bare ass right back on the kitchen counter with a solid thud. Cool granite kissed her flushed skin. He shoved her thighs wide, dropped to his knees between them, and buried his face in her dripping white cunt without a word.

“Fuck—Jamal—” she gasped as his hot tongue dragged from her asshole straight up through her folds, lapping at the mess of her own juices still coating her from the first round. He growled against her clit, lips sealing over it, sucking hard while two thick fingers plunged into her stretched hole. Emily’s head slammed back against the upper cabinets. Her blonde hair stuck to her sweaty neck. He ate her like a starving man, tongue fucking deep, nose grinding her clit, dark hands pinning her pale thighs open so wide her hips ached. Every wet slurp echoed. She could feel herself gushing onto his chin, her white pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing but his relentless mouth.

“Taste how fucking desperate this cunt is,” he rasped between long, filthy licks. “Dripping all over my face for your best friend’s dick.” He sucked her clit between his teeth and hummed. Emily screamed, heels drumming the cabinet doors, hands fisting his short hair as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy convulsed, squirting a thin spray across his tongue and down his throat. He drank every drop, tongue spearing inside to scoop out more, until she was sobbing and shoving at his head.

She shoved him back just enough to slide off the counter onto shaky legs, then dropped straight to her knees on the hard tile. His massive cock slapped heavy against her cheek, dark and veined and still shiny with her cream. Emily opened wide and stuffed as much as she could past her lips. The fat head hit the back of her throat immediately. She gagged hard, spit flooding out around the thick shaft, eyes watering as she forced herself deeper. Both hands worked the remaining inches she couldn’t swallow, twisting and stroking while she slobbered messily, spit strings stretching from her stretched lips to his heavy balls.

“That’s it, choke on it,” Jamal groaned, hips rocking forward, fucking her face in short, brutal thrusts. “Look at you. Perfect little white whore gagging on black dick.” Tears streaked her cheeks. She pulled off with a wet gasp, tongue swirling the leaking slit, then dove back down, taking him until her nose pressed his abs and her throat bulged. She held there, throat convulsing, spit pouring down her chin onto her bouncing tits, until he yanked her off by the hair.

He hauled her up and spun her toward the living room, bending her over the back of the couch so her ass stuck out high. One big hand shoved between her shoulder blades, pinning her chest to the cushions. The other lined that massive black cock up and slammed home in one brutal stroke. Emily howled as he bottomed out, balls smacking her clit. He didn’t ease in—he pounded her relentlessly, hips jackhammering, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the apartment. Every thrust dragged her forward, tits swinging, until he grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and wrenched her head back.

His free hand cracked across her ass cheek, hard. The pale flesh jiggled and bloomed pink under his dark palm. Another smack. Another. He alternated cheeks, watching them bounce and redden while his thick cock pistoned in and out of her gripping white cunt. “Take it. Fucking take every inch. This pussy was made to get destroyed by me.” Emily pushed back greedily, filthy moans torn out of her with every deep slam. “Yes—smack it harder—ruin me with that big black cock—fuck, it’s so deep—”

He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back on the couch cushions, and hooked her knees over his elbows. One smooth shove and he was buried again, folding her nearly in half so he could watch every thick black inch disappear into her stretched pink hole. Emily’s eyes rolled back almost instantly. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream as he railed her, long deep strokes that punched her cervix and made her toes curl. She could see his cock bulging her lower belly with every thrust, could feel herself dripping down her crack onto the couch.

“Look at me,” he demanded, voice rough. She forced her glassy eyes open. He grinned, dark and filthy, and fucked her even harder, grinding deep so the base of his cock crushed her clit. “Gonna make this white cunt cream all over me again.” Her walls fluttered wildly. Another orgasm crashed through her; she clenched so tight he cursed, pounding through the spasms until she was a babbling, twitching mess beneath him.

Jamal pulled free, sat back against the arm of the couch, and manhandled her into reverse cowgirl. She straddled him facing away, reaching back to guide that massive cock to her entrance. She sank down slowly, moaning as every thick inch stretched her open again until she was fully impaled, ass flush to his hips. He gripped her cheeks hard, spreading them wide so he could watch her tight pink asshole wink and her cream-smeared pussy lips grip the dark base of his shaft.

“Ride it,” he ordered. “Bounce on this dick until you squirt.” Emily planted her hands on his thick thighs and started moving—rising until just the head remained inside, then dropping hard, taking every inch to the root. He kept her cheeks spread, thumbs digging in, watching his black cock vanish repeatedly into her pale body. The angle hit perfectly. She ground down in tight circles, feeling him throb against her g-spot, then bounced faster, tits bouncing, blonde hair whipping. The pressure built vicious and fast.

“I’m—fuck—I’m gonna squirt—” she sobbed. Jamal thrust up hard to meet her, burying every last inch as her orgasm detonated. Her pussy clamped and gushed, clear fluid spraying all over his shaft, his balls, soaking his thighs and the couch beneath them. She kept riding through it, squirting in pulses every time she bottomed out, screaming his name while he held her spread and open.

He didn’t stop. He grabbed her hips and fucked up into her spasming cunt, chasing his own release. Thick ropes of cum blasted deep inside her—load after heavy load, flooding her until she felt it leaking out around his still-thrusting cock. He kept cumming, grunting, filling her until her pussy was a creamy, overflowing mess. Even after the last spurt he stayed buried, still rock-hard.

Emily stayed impaled, grinding slowly in lazy circles, feeling his thick cock twitch and smear cum deeper. She twisted enough to meet his mouth in a filthy, open kiss—tongues sliding, tasting her own juices and spit. “This is just the beginning,” she whispered against his lips, voice wrecked and hungry. “Our secret interracial affair behind Kayla’s back. You’re gonna keep stretching this white pussy whenever she’s gone.” Jamal grinned against her mouth, already hardening fully again inside her dripping, cum-stuffed hole, ready for round two.

His black cock pulsed deeper, promising to ruin her forever.