Innocent White Girl Goes Black at the Party
Copyright© 2026 by Thomas Spencer
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Eighteen-year-old Emma, a sheltered small-town virgin and straight-A college freshman, is dragged to her first frat party by her roommates. Dressed in a short pink skirt and crop top, she feels completely out of place amid the pulsing music, sweating bodies, and red Solo cups—until her eyes lock on Jamal.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Rough Interracial Black Male White Female First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism AI Generated
She stumbled over, skirt still bunched, completely naked except for her sneakers. Jamal stripped fast—shirt gone, revealing ripped abs and a deep V disappearing into his jeans. When he shoved those down, his cock sprang free.
Emma’s mouth fell open.
It was huge. Thick, dark, veined, easily nine inches and so wide she couldn’t imagine ... A bead of precum glistened at the fat head.
Jamal stroked himself once, watching her reaction. “You ever seen one this big, baby?”
She shook her head, eyes wide. “N-no ... it’s ... it’s really big...”
He laughed softly. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it fit.”
He climbed onto the bed, pulling her on top so she straddled his thighs. His cock lay heavy against his stomach, reaching past his navel. He guided her hand to it.
“Touch it.”
Emma wrapped her fingers around the base—barely. It was hot, velvet over steel. She stroked tentatively, marveling at the way it twitched.
Jamal groaned. “Yeah, just like that.”
He let her explore for a minute, then flipped them so she was on her back. He settled between her thighs, rubbing the head of his cock through her slick folds.
Emma whimpered. “Will it ... will it hurt?”
“Little bit at first,” he admitted. “But then it’s gonna feel real good. You trust me?”
She nodded, breathless. “Yes...”
He pushed in slow—just the head. Emma’s eyes went wide.
“Ohhh—ahh—it’s too big—”
“Breathe, baby. Relax for me.”
She tried. He rocked gently, working deeper inch by inch. Her pussy stretched around him, burning, full. When he hit her barrier, he paused.
“This part’ll sting.”
He thrust forward firmly. Emma cried out, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Unnh—ahh—it hurts—”
Jamal kissed her deeply, staying still, letting her adjust. “You’re doing so good. Taking my big dick like a champ.”
Slowly, the pain faded into a deep, aching fullness. Emma shifted her hips experimentally.
“Mmm...”
Jamal pulled back and slid in again, deeper this time. “There we go.”
He started moving—slow, steady strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot inside her. Emma’s mouth fell open in silent moans.
“Oh ... oh god ... unnh...”
The bed creaked. Voices drifted from the hallway again—someone yelling about shots downstairs. The door was still cracked. Light spilled in from the hall.