Eleven year old Tommy hasn’t seen his friend Amy all summer. When they’re finally both free he rushes to her house and finds something unexpected.
Tommy launched himself from the front porch.
Just as the school year ended his best friend, Amy, had gone to her aunt’s place for a few weeks and before she’d returned he’d been sent off to camp. But now he was back. The two hadn’t seen each other all summer. They had so much catching up to do. So many adventures to undertake. So many memories to forge.
Down the road. Up the block. Around the park.
The eleven year old boy raced up the steps to his friends house and rang the doorbell. There were no cars in the driveway, but that only meant Amy’s parents were gone. Not that she was. He waited. Then he rang it again.
The door opened a crack.
“Tommy?” Said a familiar voice from within the dark, cool home.
“Amy!” Said the boy, bursting into the house and kicking off his shoes. “You’ve got to tell me about your trip to your aunts. And I’ve got to tell you about summer camp! Oh, also, just after you left there was this huge–”
The boy stopped.
Amy, his friend, was different. Her brown hair was longer than he’d ever seen it and she was taller than he remembered. Other parts of her body had grown too. Parts that gave her a certain softness and the start of curves. A form fitting crop top and shorts that ended closer to her butt than her knees made sure he couldn’t miss those changes. Only her big brown eyes remained the same.
“Tommy, I can’t hang out right now.”
“But… we haven’t seen each other in weeks. Months! Summers almost over.”
“I’m busy. Sorry.”
An awkward quiet fell between the pre teens. One with a foot through the door to maturity. The other still a child.
“Let the boy in.” Said a deep voice from further inside. “He’s going to find out some time.”
Amy rolled her eyes, closed the door and led her friend to her living room. There, sitting on the couch, was a man. A man! Not a boy. Not a teen. But an adult. A tall and broad adult of dark brown skin wearing only sweatpants. His shirt was in a heap across the room.
Tommy didn’t know who he was. Or what to say. Or what to do. He simply stood and waited. The man rose from the couch and stood next to the eleven year old girl. He put a hand on her shoulder. Her head barely passed his belly button.
“You should tell him.” He said.
Amy nodded. “Tommy, this is Andre. He’s my boyfriend.”
Tommy could feel his heart plummet down to his stomach. He’d always thought… Well, it was assumed that he and Amy would… some day…
Andre bent down. Amy looked up and stood on the balls of her feet. His lips met hers. Not as a peck, but as something more. Something hungry. The man devoured the girl and she, in turn, moaned and pressed into him. His large hand came down to grope the growing softness of Amy’s chest. Fingers slipped low to her bare stomach, then came back up under the thin fabric of her shirt. Something else started to grow right there in the room. Something that ran down Andres pant leg.
Finally, they broke their kiss. Tommys fists were balled. His face was red. His cheeks wet.
“I met Andre when I was at my aunt’s. She’s friends with his friends.” Said Amy. “We’ve been seeing each other since.”
“But– But you– Me– We– He’s–” Tommy stammered.
“We were just about to spend some quality time together.” Andre said. “So now that you know…”
“Actually…” Said the blossoming girl. “I think he should stay and watch. Tommy’s clingy. If we don’t show him he won’t understand.”
“But he’s a grown up!” The boy finally managed.
“And I’m growing up.” The girl answered. “I’m more grown up than you. See?”
Amy lifted her shirt up. Its front edge caught on, pulled up and then dropped two soft buds that gently jiggled on her chest. Each was capped in a stiffening disc of light brown skin.
“I’m turning into a woman and a woman needs a man, not a boy.”
“I’m… I’m a man!” The boy cried, his face reddening further. “I’m more of a man than him!”
Amy gave her friend a sad look. Then she turned to her boyfriend, hooked her fingers into the band of his sweats, and started to pull down. And down. And down. Inch after throbbing inch of black meat was slowly exposed to the boy until, finally, the whole thing could pop free and stand at attention. The pre teen brunette wrapped her hand around the girthy monster as best she could and kissed its swollen tip.
“Andre is a man.” She said. Then she pointed to the little nub that pushed against Tommy’s shorts. “You’re just a kid.”
Tommy shook with impotent rage. He wanted to run and cry. To find a grown up to tell. But he also didn’t want to leave. He wanted to see Amy. To talk to her. To be with her. To…
Andre bent down and whispered something into Amy’s ear. She bit her lip and nodded. He stepped towards her and she bent slightly down, putting her face between his legs. The girl licked and then sucked on his heavy black sack.
“Fuck yeah, always start with the balls. You see this, boy? This is what we’ve been doing all summer.”
Amy let Andres nuts pop free from her lips before running her tongue up the underside of his thick black cock. Then the eleven year old pursed her lips and gave its tip a long kiss. Andre put a hand on her head and guided her forward. His throbbing meat slid into her little mouth.
More. More!
The girl gagged and her face turned red, but still she swallowed the slab of dark meat she’d been given.
Her face turned red. Red turned to purple. Tears welled in her eyes. She didn’t look at Tommy. She only looked up at Andre. Finally, the pre teen squirmed and the man slid himself back. Slime coated his girthy black tool. Trails of saliva still joined him to the girls lips. She coughed. Then she smiled and gently beat his spit slick cock against her face.
“I want Tommy to see everything we do.” She said, her excitement growing. “I want him to see how grown up I am!”
Andre grinned, then he sat on the couch with his legs spread. Amy unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her slender legs.
Tommy gulped. He’d seen her naked before, but that was… well… before. Before puberty. Before sexuality. A little secret between curious friends. Her butt was rounder and there were wisps of brown hair above her…
“No.” Tommy’s cry of defiance came out as a whisper. “You can’t.”
The little girl climbed onto her black lovers lap. She stood over him, displayed to him her wet hole, then started to sink down. Tommy watched the throbbing tip of the grown mans monster cock spread the delicate petals of his friends flower. His dark hands gripped her pale cheeks and slowly, but firmly, led her down.
“Uhh… Ohh! Rrrahhh…” Amy gasped and moaned as the black mans dick slowly pushed into her tiny pink hole. “Ahh… Ah! Ah!”
She wasn’t even all the way down before he started bouncing her in his lap. Up and down. Out and in. The only sounds in the room were her groans and the slopping of a thick rod ramming into a wet hole.
“Stop it… Stop it! You’re hurting her!” Tommy leapt forward and landed on the couch next to Andre. He punched and kicked. Every scrap of strength he had was summoned to save his friend. “Let her go! You’re hurting her! She doesn’t want this!”
“Back off, boy.”
Andre, unfazed by Tommys outburst, pushed the boy back. Then he took his hands off Amy’s butt and wove his fingers together behind his head.
“See that?” He nodded to the little girl still bouncing in his lap. “I ain’t making her do shit.”
Tommy stood back up and stared. Amy was moving on her own. Every time she went down she took a little more of the thick black cock into her body. Her long brown hair bounced around her head but when she leaned back he could finally see…
Tears streamed from rolled back eyes. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth. Her lips were parted, her teeth clenched. But it was a smile on her face. A look of bliss he’d never seen before.
“Muh– muh– muh–” She gasped in time with each filling drop. “More…”
The big black grown up grinned and pulled the eleven year old down to the base of his fat cock. That made a short scream he silenced with his lips. Then the man stood up with Amy still impaled upon his spear, turned around and lowered her to the couch. He grabbed her thighs, pushed her legs up and started thrusting. Faster. Harder. Deeper.
Tommy tried again to stop him, but the man pushed him back off the couch. The boy then sat there in silence and watched an adult use his friends body. She gasped and cried for a time, but eventually went quiet. Her feet bounced limply in the air.
Finally, after what felt like the rest of summer, Andre groaned. The big black man pushed so hard the little white girl beneath him nearly sank into the couch. His heavy sack tensed.
“Oof, God damn, I needed that. Nothing like young white pussy, am I right? Nahh, you don’t know…”
He stood up and Amy’s legs fell limp. She was barely moving. Her breathing was slow and deep. Her body… Her pussy… Tommy could see into her, such was the gape. The girl convulsed and a thick white ooze gushed from her ruined hole.
“Imma hydrate. Her folks won’t be home until late and I’d like to have a second round with her.” The nude black man stood over Tommy, his half hard cock dripping with spit and spunk and the wetness of an underage pussy. “Tell you what, Tommy. You promise not to tell anyone about us and I’ll let you have a go with her. It’s fine, I’ve shared her with friends before.”
“But– but you–”
“You wanna be my friend, right?”
Andre patted his shoulder and walked towards the kitchen. Tommy stood and approached his friend. She looked up at him dreamily, a faint smile on her face.
“Amy…” He didn’t know what to say.
“Go ahead.” She whispered. “If Andre says it’s fine then it’s fine. But I probably won’t feel you.”
Tommys hands shook as he pulled down his shorts. The little stiffness from before was gone. In its place was a sticky mess. The boy pulled his shorts back up and ran from the house. Back along the park. Back down the block. Back up the street. All the way back to his room.
He never told anyone.
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In the time since that summer day Tommy had grown to regret not doing more. Not fighting harder. Not getting help. Not having a go…
Tommy didn’t see Amy again until the new school year had started. She gave him a wave. He gave her a cold shoulder. But things changed when the kids all gathered in the school gymnasium for their first P.E. class of the new school year. The boys heart skipped a beat when he saw someone he recognized waiting for class to start.
“Kids, I’m your new gym teacher and coach for various little league teams. Your parents will call me Mister Black, but you can all call me Andre.”
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