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Brenda Gets Blacked (M+F, FF, intr, orgys)
First published by TheEditor (c) 1994
***
My Subjugation
Chapter 1
What I have to tell you is a source of extreme
humiliation for me. For two years I have been married to the
sexiest little blonde tart any man's had the privilege to lay
his eyes on. What a curse it has been! A curse you ask?
Please allow me to explain...
As I said before, my wife Brenda, is a knockout! She is
24, 5'4" with an almost perfectly proportioned body --
firm,curvacious ass; smooth, flat tummy and a breathtaking set
of tits that are perky with slightly upturned nipples. She
always gets noticed by EVERY man within eyeshot. Her hair is
waist-length and Swedish blonde, which greatly enhances her
bright baby blue eyes. She is very much the exhibitionist in
public as she always wears very short minis along with a very
sheer halter or cutoff T-shirt. God how she loves to prick-
tease!!
There were signs of what was to come during our
engagement. When we would go out on dates, Brenda always
suggested that we went to nightclubs that were frequented by
Black people, particularly Black men and once there she would
flirt shamelessly with any Black stud that gave her "the look."
On these occasions her mode of dress was even more indecent,
almost daring these men to hit on her. I never knew how to
handle these situations and since I'm such a poor dancer I
always ended up sitting at the bar looking like a chump while
my sexy, vivacious girlfriend danced and flirted with her
choice of numerous Black men. Once, when I protested how she
was neglecting me on these dates, she became quite dominating
and indignant, telling me that her nightlife was VERY important
to her and if I found that sitting at the bar like a wimp
wasn't very interesting, then I should play some videogames or
something.
"If you want to keep seeing me," she asserted, you will
take me to the places I choose." Brenda was by far the sexiest
woman I've ever dated so I meekly went along.
Once we were married, my situation became even more
delicate! Brenda never allowed me to have sex with her during
our engagement, though I pleaded incessantly. She said that if
I loved her I should wait until our marriage. Needless to say,
on our wedding night I had the hardest boner of my life! When
I stood before her and dropped my boxer shorts, Brenda took one
look and began giggling uncontrollably! It was the most
humiliating experience of my life up to that point. After
several minutes, Brenda managed to calm down and apologized for
her reaction explaining that she was accustomed to her men
being in the 9 to 12inch range. My own 4-1/2 inch erection
made her think of little boys!
Humiliated and confused, several questions began to come
to mind. What did she mean by "her men being in the 9 to 12
inch range"? I had assumed she was a virgin since she wouldn't
have sex with me until we were hitched. Slowly I began to put
two and two together. I thought of all those nightclubs and
all those Black men. When I confronted her with it, she
confessed in a matter-of-fact manner that shocked me.
"Yes," my petite wife admitted, "I have been with dozens
of men over the past few months -- all of them Black, so of
course all of them were hung like stallions! When you exposed
yourself to me just now well -- it was kinda like a culture
shock or something."
I was completely demoralized! I sat on the end of the
bed trying to deal with the fact that my wife, my breathtaking
blonde bombshell, was a slut for big, Black erections.
Brenda continued to testify about her feelings as if it
were pent up inside her for so long and was relieved for the
opportunity to express it. She went into detail describing
each of her Black lovers, their endowments, and what each of
them had done to her. I could see that the topic was getting
her quite aroused. Personally, I was feeling more and more
intimidated and insignificant, hearing her passionate, detailed
descriptions of enormous Black appendages that were 2 to 3
times larger than my own white penis. I was ashamed of myself
for having the gall to stand and expose my underdeveloped
organs. No wonder she laughed.
She went on to confess that the reason she married me was
for the financial security that I could provide for her, and
also to fulfill the normal, pretty housewife image that she
wanted to project to her family and friends. If only they
knew, I thought, Brenda's parents and brothers were bigots who
were very protective of her when she was growing up. Perhaps
they were a little too protective! She made it clear to me
that though she thought me very nice and that she would play
the part of an ideal wife in public -- there were no sexual
feelings in her towards me and if I would cooperate with her
desires to pursue Black cocks, then we could work out some
method of pleasure for myself. I was soon to learn that the
"method of pleasure" in store for me was definitely second rate
compared to what she reserved for her numerous Black lovers.
I spent my wedding night in our hotel room jerking myself
off since Brenda refused to let me fuck her.
"We still need to work things out," she explained, "You
still don't know the full extent of my fantasies."
She sat on the bed next to me and watched me pull on my
small member while telling me how she had already been fucked
that day; just hours before she stood next to me at the wedding
alter; " he was at least 10 inches, Black as the ace of
spades, and as thick as my forearm, so you can understand why
I'm not interested in you right now."
Almost immediately I shot my load all over my belly and I
could tell that Brenda was suppressing another giggling spell.
I crawled in bed while Brenda dressed up real sexy and left me
to go "dancing" in the club downstairs. I had a pretty good
idea what she was really going out for -- Big, Black dick!
All of this had me pretty shook up and I had some pretty
wild dreams that night alone in bed. I dreamt of a long, long
line of Black men with their cocks hanging out. Brenda stolled
up and down the line appraising their endowments as though it
were a military inspection. She was practically drooling!
Brenda dropped to her knees and going down the line, my pretty,
blue-eyed blond proceeded to suck and slurp and deep throat
each one until they each came in her mouth, on her face and all
over her tits! The vision of an enormous Black erection
sliding down my wife's delicate throat was almost too much to
bear. goddamn it! Why was my cock so inadequate! It was
agonizing to know that I would never, Never fulfill my wife's
urges. The best I could hope for was to keep this all a secret
from my friends and coworkers in the suburb where we lived. If
they were to know, it really would be unbearable and who knows,
maybe I could become the first man to discover a penis
enlarging device that really works.
Sure!
Following our uneventful honeymoon (at least on my part),
We went to Brenda's apartment to move her things to my house,
which was now our house. I had been in Brenda's apartment many
times but there was one room that she never allowed me to
enter. She led me to the locked door and then told me that now
I would understand the full extent of her fantasies. Before
she would allow me in she insisted that I strip from the waist
down. I hesitated at this strange request but my curiosity was
getting the best of me so I sheepishly complied. I felt rather
silly and insignificant standing there for her inspection.
"That's a good boy," she chirped as she looked down and
again tried to suppress a giggle, "now brace yourself," and
with that we entered her mystery room. At first, I could not
make out anything due to the room being so full of stuff, like
a museum. Brenda stood back to allow me to comprehend the
environment.
I focused on one wall that was covered with pictures of -
- I looked closer -- they were pictures of Black men's cocks!!
Close-up side profiles of incredibly big Black pricks thrusting
forward and out across impossibly long arches. There were
dozens of them! In many of these pictures, Brenda was on her
knees before these monsters with her full supple lips nuzzling
their massive heads.
"These are many of the Black studs that have fucked me
since I met you," she proudly pointed out, "pretty impressive,
huh?" I suddenly remembered that I was pantless and looking at
the pictures made my cock and balls shrink even smaller than
they normally were, as if they were accepting their inferiority
in the presence of the humiliating proof.
On another wall there were posters of adult interracial
videos, prominent Black sports figures along with numerous
photos of interracial couples (Black studs\white women)
actively engaged in some pretty explicit sex acts. "These are
some of the friends that I have made recently," Brenda
explained. All of the women were very beautiful while all the
Black studs were muscular and spectacularly endowed. A few of
the photos were of orgies involving as many as 10 people, I
recognized my sweet little Brenda in some of these. I couldn't
believe all this! How could my Brenda, who is so petite and
delicate, manage to fuck all these giants without suffering
permanent damage. These Black poles were almost as big as her
forearm for Christ's sake!!
On a third wall was a big wall chart covered with lines,
numbers, names and lots of little Black phallus symbols.
"This is how I keep track of all my big Black men,"
Brenda instructed, "whenever I get my hands on a new Black
cock, I suck on it until it's good and stiff, then I use a tape
measure and make very careful measurements. Then I photograph
that big, Black babymaker and enter the figures on this chart
when I get home."
"I also keep a detailed account of each encounter in my
big, Black diary," she continued, "I want to remember each
delicious detail of all my Black adventures. Later on I might
let you read it -- if you continue to be a good little boy."
In the middle of the room was a large table that was
covered with some portfolio books and at least a dozen of what
I thought were very large Black dildos. I should tell you at
this point that Brenda is quite an accomplished artist and what
I thought were dildos were actually exact duplicate sculptures
of some of the larger cocks she has had. As humiliating as it
was, I could not help but pick one of them up and examine it.
Brenda had left the room for the moment and I simply couldn't
resist holding that giant Black object down next to my penis
for a comparison. It was like comparing a pencil to a cucumber!
I fantasized about what it would be like if I had a
Black, powerful ramrod -- how beautiful women would fall to
their knees before me, begging to orally worship my sexual
superiority.
Suddenly, there was a bright flash! I looked up and
there was Brenda, holding a camera. She had taken my picture.
I was standing in front of all these pictures, nude from the
waist down, comparing my puny penis to one of Brenda's
favorites and she had taken my picture!!
I instantly realized that I had fallen into a trap. If
anyone was to ever see that picture my life would be ruined!
Brenda was looking at me with an evil looking smirk like I'd
never seen before and I had a sinking feeling that from this
point on, Brenda would be calling all the shots in our
relationship.
"It's time we worked out an agreement on a delicate
subject," Brenda commanded, "I don't have to point out what
would happen to you if each of your buddies at work were to
somehow accidentally receive a copy of that photo, do I ?" I
hung my head in humiliation and nodded a no. "Good, then lets
lay down the law." Having said this, Brenda led me to the
table, opened one of the portfolio books to the first page, and
handed me a pen. "This will be your daily diary of our
marriage as well as the sexual exploits that you will be
assisting me with."
She then ordered me to write down the following oath,
which I would be bound to follow:
1) Black men are superior to white men and, as I am only
a little white boy, I must submit to any Black man's command.
2) I must assist my wife's quest for Black cock in any
way she deems necessary.
3) I must assume the role of an absolute slave to
anyone, at any time -- upon the command of my wife.
4) I will not attempt to have sex with my wife or any
other woman until my wife determines that I have earned the
privilege also -- I am forbidden to masturbate at any time
without the consent of my wife.
5) If I fail to carry out any of the above rules, I will
be subjected to public humiliation that is relative to the
degree of the infraction.
"For example," Brenda explained, "if you should fail to
carry out one of my Black lovers commands -- I will mail a
photo of your tiny penis to one of the secretaries where you
work." Once she was assured that Understood what my place
would be, she ordered me to sign the oath.
"You'll notice that there is a blank row on the wall
chart. It is now time for you to take your place on my chart
for comparisons sake," Brenda said while she whipped out a tape
measure. She started laughing so hard, she could barely take
the measurements and record them. I meekly looked down the
column that represented cock length10," 9.5," 11.5," 12," 11,"
etc......, till I saw my own 4.5." My god, how humiliating!
Brenda then took several more pictures of me in lewd poses with
several of her playthings. She then announced that she was
going out for the evening and that I should have everything
moved to our house and set up before she would return home
later tonight.
Brenda did return to our house very late that night. The
smell of her perfume was mixed with a masculine, musky odor and
there was an expression of complete satisfaction on her sweet,
angelic face. Her silky, blonde hair was messed up and I
noticed that her panties and bra were hanging out of the top of
her purse. She had a new photo to add to her collection,
another impossibly large Black dick! How does she find all
these horse-hung bucks? She grabbed my crotch and pulled me
down to my knees.
"I have a job for you to do, little boy, while I tell you
all about my evening."
Inches in front of my face, Brenda began to slowly raise
the hem of her sheer miniskirt until, for the very first time,
I drank in the vision of my wife's pretty, blonde pussy. A
delicate little tuft of soft blonde fur above her outer lips.
I could tell that though normally small and tight, her pussy
was presently distended and stretched to accommodate the Black
organ that had taken her that evening. Her clit was swollen
and protruded at least an inch due to the intense battering it
must have been subjected to.
Black man's cum oozed out and the smell of prolonged sex
hung heavy in my nostrils. I was ordered to suck my wife clean
and I reluctantly obeyed. She did allow me to masturbate while
I performed my duty although it was degrading to hear her laugh
and taunt me about my insignificant size while regaling me with
all the kinky things her Black lover had done to her. She
allowed me to cum into the palm of her hand but then she made
me drink it! I slept on the couch that night.
My Subjugation
(continued)
Chapter 2
As the weeks went by Brenda was quickly expanding her
photo collection. Now that she took over my house she quite
her job and lived very well on my labor. There were many days
when she ordered me to work overtime and not to come home
before a certain hour. These were days, I knew, when my sexy
blonde wife would be in my bed, sucking and fucking a large
black weapon. When I would arrive home she would command me to
orally service her overly stretched, blonde cunt.
One Saturday, when I did not have to work, Brenda
informed me that several of her girlfriends were coming over
for a club meeting or something and that I should clean the
entire house thoroughly and prepare refreshments that I would
be serving to them. "You are to obey the slightest wish or
command made by myself or any of my guests, also you are to
wear this and nothing else," she ordered as she handed me a
French maid's apron. It was small, covering little more than
my crotch, and was made of lacy, black satin. A wave of
anxiety and humiliation swept over me as I realized that I was
to be their little boy toy.
The ladies began arriving around two and I had to greet
each guest at the door wearing only my very small apron. My
distress increased with each new arrival due to the fact that
they all looked vaguely familiar to me. I waited on these
beautiful girls hand and foot, trying my best to keep from
exposing my diminutive endowment (that would have really been
embarrassing!) as I racked my brain trying to place those
beautiful faces. Was it through my acquaintances, or work,
or... my heart was in my throat!! Oh, how could Brenda have
taken a foolish chance as this! If one of these sexy ladies
should recognize me and blow the whistle, we'll both be on the
streets in amatter of weeks!
There were more than a dozen ladies in our living room
all jabbering at once. They met once a week, I was informed,
each time at a different girls house. I wormed my way through
the crowd serving drinks, getting pinched on my naked ass and
generally getting the same kind of verbal abuse that a female
bar wench would receive. They all congratulated Brenda on how
well she had trained her little boy\servant\husband and before
long all of them were seated and began discussing the topic
that brought all these sexy women together muscular, dominant,
well hung black men! Suddenly I realized how I knew their
faces, from the pictures on Brenda's secret room walls!
These sexy white women were here to compare notes and
gloat over their most recent black cock conquests: who found
the biggest?, who found the most?, who fulfilled the wildest
fantasy?, etc... Most of them brought pictures, all of them
had shamefully naughty stories to tell and a few even brought
along personal videos of their exploits (I was ordered to leave
the room when these were played).
These ladies were getting quite aroused listening to all
this black cock\white pussy talk and many began to get a dreamy
look in their eyes as they groped themselves through their
clothes. Brenda made me gather up her black phallus statues
from the secret room and distribute them among the ladies as
they ohhhed and awwwed. She told the story that went with each
one while some of the ladies eyed the black dongs, then glanced
at my apron and giggled. I felt my cock and balls begin to
shrink.
As the women nuzzled and fondled these long, black toys
the topic seemed to naturally change to their white husbands
inadequacies. It was as though they were competing with each
other over who's husband had the smallest white penis, and
who's was the wimpiest sexual performer. I felt my penis
shrink even more! I learned that all of their husbands were
subjected to the same humiliating status of servant that I had
been reduced to and that they were blackmailed into
participating in their wife's black cock fantasies to a degree
I was destined to experience myself. As I listened to the
sordid acts they forced their husbands to perform, I saw
Brenda's eyes bug and I knew I was listening to my own future!
All this went on for about two hours when Brenda stood
and announced that it was time for me to be formally introduced
to the group.
Brenda made me stand in front of all her girlfriends as
she told them about how our relationship had began and
developed. Inspired by the moment, she was especially heartless
about it too, telling them about her activities and my wimpy
behavior in the black nightclubs, and about how I made a fool
of myself on our wedding night (she left out no details). She
made me recite my oath and ordered me to tell these beautiful
white women all about the secret room (they already knew about
it) and how I have to orally service my white wife after the
black cock of her choice has deposited it's sperm deep inside
her. Finally, she made me confess my most sensitive secret --
the dimensions of my underdeveloped penis!!
"Four and one half inches when erect," I whimpered.
The room was suddenly filled with humiliating laughter.
I wanted to sink
through the floor and disappear but my little Brenda had other
plans for me. I
instinctively covered my crotch with my hands and discovered to
my horror that
my penis was still shrunken but had became hard as a rock. All
the ladies were
on the edge of their seats,
"Make him show it to us, Brenda," they pleaded, "we want
to see what kind of 'man' you have." Brenda was getting off on
my degradation, "Expose your puny penis," she commanded, "so my
friends can see what I have to endure."
I hesitated, I expected an embarrassing evening but not
like this, but I knew that I must obey. No matter how
degrading this was, the consequences of refusing would be far
worse!
I decided to get this over with quickly. Grabbing the
hem of my frilly apron, I yanked it up, exposing my fully
erect, though significantly shrunken, penis. My ears were
assaulted by a huge outburst of disbelieving laughter,
uncontrolled shrieks and derisive catcalls.
I stood there in inferior shame and endured remarks like:
"Oh but he's just a little boy!," and
"Poor little Brenda. No wonder you refuse to have sex
with him,"
"He's got white man's disease -- they stop growing at age
9,"
"Are you sure that's 4"1/2 ? Looks like only 3" to me"
"You'll never satisfy ANY woman with that squirt gun!"
"All you white men are so pathetically small!"
Etc....
One of the girls, a very striking brunette, ordered me to
approach her. As I stood trembling before her, she reached out
and grasped both my balls as well as my penis in the grip of
just one hand.
"God, he's so tiny" she giggled, applying a firm and
painful squeeze, "we can have a lot of fun putting this little
boy in his place."
"Let's call up one of our studs and invite him over for
an interracial cock comparison," another interjected, "you
know, black man versus white man! We haven't done that in
recent weeks."
"Only because we've been to busy lately with making
Julie's wimp husband drive us with our black studs around the
neighborhood in his van" someone else responded, she turned to
me and explained how the poor white husband was naked from the
waist down and how all the white girls were engaged in sucking
off their black men while cruising the streets of his
neighborhood. I could just imagine some of the reactions they
provoked and wondered how they kept from getting arrested.
As I looked over all these beautiful women, I thought of
all their frustrated white husbands and how they, like me, had
to endure a sexless marriage while having to witness a public
displayof the interracial fantasies of their wives.
The girls finally decided on the first suggestion and it
was agreed that Brenda should call one of her favorites to come
over so the girls could make a side by side comparison. As
Brenda cooed to her ebony stud over the phone, several of the
girls shot a mischievous glance at me as though to say 'you're
gonna get yours, but good!'.
While the girls waited for the arrival of "the big black
dick," they amused themselves by passing me around so that each
could tease and degrade me -- a few even made me suck their
toes while jacking myself off! I was getting more anxious by
the minute. For the first time, I would be forced to come face
to face with one of my wife's objects of lust and I wasn't sure
how I would react. The fact that I was totally nude and
sprouting a very shrunken three inch erection didn't help
matters any.
The black stud arrived. He was about six inches taller
than I and well muscled. He immediately became the center of
attention and all the girls swarmed him, smothering him with
kisses and groping at the bulge in his jeans. Brenda quickly
took control of the situation by declaring that their would be
time for all that later, ordered the girls to sit down,
commanded me to get down on my knees before the superiority of
a black man and told the group that my initiation would now
begin.
As I knelt there, looking directly at the large bulge
that protruded just inches before my face, I had to again
recite my oath. The enormous black stud laughed when the ladies
began urging him to pull out his big black weapon to show me
what a 'real man's' cock was like. I just wished that this was
all a bad dream. Brenda made me undo the stud's fly, remove
his jeans, and slowly pull his briefs down over that incredible
bulge revealing more and more ebony meat. Like a jack-in-the-
box, the black mans heavy, massive cock sprang free and slapped
me across the face! The white girls squealed uncontrollably.
The black stud chuckled deeply. Despite my effort to minimize
my humiliation by showing no emotions, I gasped out loud! The
black man's dick looked like one of those summer sausages that
hung in the butchers window!
"OOOOHH make him suck it," some of the girls pleaded to
my wife, "We want to see your husband suck off your lover's
cock."
My god, but these girls were heartless. Here I was, on
my knees before my beautiful wife's black lover, looking down
the barrel of a foot long dong that has repeatedly taken
something that my small white penis never has and probably
never will have -- namely, my wife's tight, blonde pussy -- and
these girls want to denigrate me even more by forcing me to
suck on that black fuck muscle! Brenda handed me the tape
measure. I had to measure the length and circumference of that
black reproductive organ, while it was still flaccid, calling
out my findings-"ten inches long, and eight inches around."
Then I had to do the same for my own stiff erection -- "Four
inches long, and three and a half inches around." Again the
girls broke out in giggles.
Heavy weights were hung from my balls so that I could not
readily move without suffering excruciating pain, my scrotum
being stretched down several inches. A bright, pink ribbon was
tied, way too tight, at the base of my inferior penis, cutting
off it's circulation. My weenie turned a deep purple. I was
ordered to grasp the massive, black babymaker with both hands
and stimulate it until an ebony erection was achieved. Aside
from the heavy breathing of several overheated white girls, you
could have heard a pin drop in that room. They all wanted to
see how big it would get!
As I shamefully caressed his turgid black dick with
impossibly long strokes, I wondered what it was like for my
wife when she took this monster deep inside her. I didn't
wonder for long because my wife called me a cock-sucking white
wimp and forced my head forward onto his shaft, slapping my
balls so that when I opened my mouth to scream, the swollen
black head was squeezed into my mouth! Brenda then grabbed my
ears and began pushing and pulling my head so that I was being
face-fucked. All the girls roared!!
I gagged repeatedly. His meat had a strong smoky, musky
flavor that I recognized from my cunt lapping cleanup sessions
with my wife. I prayed that this black man would not cum in my
mouth, that insult would be just too hard to bear, but
fortunately he had other plans for his black baby-making juice.
The largest black dildo in the room was produced, greased up,
and rammed up my ass! The pain was intense but I couldn't
scream with my superior black master filling my mouth so
completely. There were numerous bright flashes from the many
cameras that were recording my degradation for posterity. The
girls particularly got a kick out of taking turns brutally
thrusting that symbol of black power up my intimidated white
anus. After several minutes of these horrors, the dark, dusky
horse cock was pulled from my throat with a loud pop and was
quickly gobbled up by several hungry, feminine mouths and I was
given a brief respite.
These gals were feverishly sucking and slurping on that
mule dick while I was made to sit on the floor with that black
phallus still imbedded in my bowels. My wife approached me.
She was completely nude and she thrust her beautiful pussy into
my face. By force of habit I began to orally worship her
blonde muff, but this time was different. Instead of the usual
musky, salty smells and tastes that assault my senses when I
clean her after one of her black cock breeding sessions --
Brenda's pink, blonde pussy was fresh, sweet, and exquisitely
perfumed. My hardon raged as my anal passage throbbed with a
dull ache. God how I desperately wanted to fuck my wife! I
knew that for her black lovers it must be a sensation beyond
belief!!
For that matter, I would have done anything for a chance
to fuck any one of the sex starved beauties that filled my
living room. But alas, with my pea-shooter I knew I didn't
stand a chance. These girls did not fuck white men.
These sluts only fucked superior, divinely endowed, black
breeding stock!
Our ebony stallion was performing beautifully. By now,
all of the girls had gotten a deep throat taste of his dusky
dong but now the girls desperately needed their tight cunts
filled and stretched. One black buck was better than all their
husbands put together, but there simply wasn't enough cock to
properly service the twenty or so white girls that needed
attention. Nobody even considered me as a possibility. More
telephone calls were made and "reinforcements" were soon on
their way. In the meantime, I was the entertainment. I was
made to stand toe to toe with the Stud so the women could make
a side profile comparison. As he was taller than me, the base
of his thick, dark weapon started out several inches higher
than my own thin, pale member. It was so massive, gravity
pulled his mighty erection into a hanging arch until the broad
tip of it's fist-size head hung down several inches below mine.
More camera flashes. More degrading laughter. Using both
hands, a petite blond grasped the black trunk and, swinging it
like a rope, smashed the heavy dark head into my underdeveloped
balls! I collapsed onto the floor in agony grasping at my
crotch.
All of the Black men must have arrived at the same time.
When the pain in my privates subsided somewhat, I looked up to
see at least a dozen black bucks circulating through the
throngs of naked, hyperventilating white sluts who had fallen
to their knees and begging for their meat. These ebony bucks
were strutting proudly through the throngs of adoring
submissives, their impressive reproductive organs swinging
obscenely down around their knees. Within moments my house was
filled with the sights, smells and sounds of an intense,
interracial orgy! Girls were hopping from stud to stud.
Tight, white twats were stretched beyond what nature
intended!!
Large quantities of cum were boiling forth from big,
black testicles, through long, thick cocks to blast into and
onto these luscious white females! I was forced to suck many
large deposits from between many white, creamy thighs and a
number of thick, heavy loads of black-breeding spunk was
blasted onto my face.
Brenda's subjugation of my manhood was now complete. I
had to accept the
pathetic, obscene yet erotic future that lay before me!
Brenda's Enlightenment
Chapter 3
I guess that you can tell by what my husband Bobby has
written that I had him well on the road to servitude. That was
my intention from the first day I met him. Marry him, then
make him my slave! I just didn't think it would be so easy, I
mean, it took less than a week. What a wimp! Pretty soon
after we started going out I could tell that he was one of
those white guys that was insecure about his sexual abilities
(because of my looks, men have been continually coming on to me
since I was thirteen, so a girl like me gets pretty good at
sizing up a mans psychological profile -- not to mention sizing
up other things). I tested my theory of Bobby by seductively
flirting with aggressive black men in front of him and his
reaction was always the same -- my wimpy white boyfriend became
a pitiful, whiny submissive. I knew then that this was a boy I
could find a use for. I married him a few months later.
It would be fair to say that I'm a very sexually active
young lady, though most of the men I service would say that I'm
just an insatiable slut. I grew up as the youngest child in a
large family (five brothers) that was very strict morally and
very protective of me since I was the only girl. All the
moralizing pressure they applied toward me must have backfired
because I always had this overwhelming desire to be shamefully
naughty. I was always sneaking peeks at my brothers penis's
when they left the bathroom door ajar while taking a piss and I
would take several of the neighborhood boys behind the school
to play show and tell. By the time I was thirteen I was quite
well developed, physically, and discovered that even adult men
were now drooling over my appearance. I began to spend my free
time around the activities center of the local university and
from there my sexual life took off in a big way! There were
always lots of university boys around to flirt with and it was
about this time I discovered the scrumptious joys of prick
teasing.
All I had to do was find some excuse for bending over
while wearing a short skirt and I had every boys undivided
attention. Or I would inadvertently brush my hand over a
crotch. I especially liked this maneuver because it allowed me
to size the boy up. My favorite trick was to stare at a boys
bulge, as though in a daze, while licking my cherry-red lips
and watch his bulge grow in his tight jeans until he began
squirming uncomfortably. Pretty soon I was leading boys off to
some hiding place to see their cocks; hold them in my hand and
even practice learning how to properly suck them. Back at my
own school I got my kicks by teasing some of my male teachers
by wearing short skirts with no panties, sitting on the front
row and occasionally spreading my legs just enough for them to
get a glimpse. It satisfied me to discover that I gave them
hard-ons as well.
By the time I graduated high school, I thought that I was
an expert slut on the subject of cock sizes. Little did I know
that a whole new level of comprehension was just over the
horizon. That summer I took a bus into the city to apply for
admission to the downtown university. It was much larger and
more cosmopolitan than the college in my neighborhood and, by
living in the dormitories, it offered me a chance to get away
from my family. They had heard rumors of my sexual exploits
and had become impossibly oppressive. My brothers followed me
everywhere in order to "protect" me.
Once I arrived near downtown, I had to transfer to the
subway, which was jam packed! I managed to squeeze in next to
this muscular black hunk. He gave me a smile like I'd seen a
thousand times before and I felt a familiar little tingle
between my legs. I ignored it though and turned my thoughts
toward my day ahead. After all, he was a black man and I was a
white girl and white girls just shouldn't be interested in
black men -- at least that's what my daddy and my brothers
always taught me -- rather emphatically now that I think about
it. The subway car stopped at another terminal and even more
people crammed themselves in and I found myself pressed tight
against the tall, black buck. My face was actually pressed
against his broad chest and I felt his muscular hardness while
inhaling his musky, masculine aroma. I also noticed another
hardness when I became aware of the fact that the palm of my
hand was pressed into his crotch. My first reaction was that
he must have had something very large in his pocket, like a
summer sausage. But then I thought,'how could he keep it so
warm?' A few moments later while I still pondered this
question, I suddenly gasped in shock -- Not only was that
summer sausage getting bigger, it was actually throbbing!!
I instantly knew what had to be true, yet I still
resisted. 'No way', I frantically thought, 'no man could be
this big. I should know! I've felt hundreds of crotches and
none of them, not a single one, was even half this much!' I
glanced up with my baby blues to find out if this was for real
and the confident gaze that met mine removed any doubt. This
stud wasn't faking it!
The subway car arrived at the university and the crowd
began to exit the car. I copped a few more squeezes on that
incredible monster while the black stud leaned over and
squeezed my buns before disappearing into the crowd. I was
left to sort out what had just happened. Everything I thought I
knew about cock size had to be reassessed. This was my first
black encounter and by far the largest cock I had encountered -
- did this indicate that... no, surely not. My father and
brothers had told me a number of times that "those niggers
aren't any bigger than any other man. That's just an old wives
tale you heard." After what had just happened I wasn't so sure
anymore and I began to question why the men in my family were
so bigoted. What were they really afraid of? I knew that was a
question I just had to find out for myself!!
I took care of my business at the administration office
then spent the rest of the morning strolling around the campus
in a daze wondering how long that black man was, what it would
feel like in my mouth, how it would taste! My mouth started
watering and oooh, there was that delicious tingle again. My
only regret about the subway experience was that it didn't
happen someplace a little more private where I would have had
the nerve to pull that big, black babymaker outfor a closer
inspection. Oh wow, but I was getting extremely horny!!
I noticed, among the countless students, that there were
a lot of handsome black men hanging around the student
activities center between classes. Perhaps I should try my
routine on one of them to see if that subway guy was just a
fluke. I selected one particularly tall and muscular stud for
the very reason that he was eyeing me as though I were the only
girl in the building. I went through my always successful
tricks (bending over, brushing my tits against his arm, leaning
into his crotch, etc...) and pretty soon I had him leading me
too a semiprivate place he knew of (it turned out to be a
storage closet).
With countless students passing by within just a few feet
of us, that black stud grabbed my petite body with his powerful
black hands and pulled me into the massive bulk of his chest. I
never felt more powerless or more turned than I was at that
moment. Pulling my hair, he forced me too look up and his thick
lips then pressed to mine while his tongue worked it's way into
my mouth. I lost all control and began to suck on the black
mans tongue as though it were a cock -- it was in fact as big
as any cock I had ever sucked. Instinctively, I reached for
his bulge and was ecstatic to find it was as big as the subway
guy's had been. I was frantically fumbling with his button-fly
when my stud told me to let him undo it. I breathlessly fell
to my knees, whimpering and swallowing a lot, while I watched a
masterpiece unfolding inches in front of my face. When that
monstrosity finally sprang free I let out a gasp so loud I
feared the students just outside must have heard me. At first,
I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing! There was nothing in
my lily-white past that was even remotely comparable to this
black horse-hung cock.
Brenda's Enlightenment
(continued)
Chapter 4
Tentatively, I extended my forefinger (my hand, I
noticed, was trembling) too touch it. It was warm, firm, and
inviting to the touch so I tried too grasp it. No way, my hand
wouldn't go around all the way. It would take both of my
delicate white hands to handle this slut-fucker! My baby blue
eyes were as big as saucers and my breathing was so hard and
fast I feared I would hyperventilate. I could feel that my
nipples were jutting obscenely into my T-shirt and my panties
were soaking wet. God, no man has had this much of an effect
on me before! But then, all of my men to this point have been
white. Until now, I thought a few of them were pretty big,
even though none of them ever did much for me in the
satisfaction department -- I just shrugged it off telling
myself that fucking was overrated. Now I had to redefine what
"big" was.
Using both hands, I stroked that impossibly long,
incredibly thick Black dick repeatedly from the head to the
base and back again. It was menacing looking with big
meandering veins running down it's impressive length toward his
egg-size testicles. It throbbed and bobbed just inches in
front of my pretty face while it emanated a masculine, musky
aroma that invited me to taste his powerful manhood. I wished
that my father and brothers could see me now --
'old wife's tale huh, daddy?'.
Hell, there wasn't a white man anywhere that could
measure up to licking the soles of this Black stud's shoes!
After gawking in disbelief for several moments I began to
confess all these thoughts to my Black buck. He just smiled at
me saying that a lot of the white women he has fucked have
confessed similar thoughts to him and that the men in my family
were insecure and were afraid that I would discover the truth,
which indeed I had! I was startled to discover that the ebony
schwantz looming before my hungry lips had actually fucked
white women. How could any woman's pussy handle something so
very, very large?
Surely he wasn't planning on putting that foot long Black
pole inside of me!?! No way -- that monster would split me in
two!
I now knew why all those white men didn't do anything for
me, six inches was too small, but my mind was frantically
telling me that this Black twelve incher was too big! Oh well,
at least I can suck this Black beauty off and find out what a
Black man tastes like.
Still trembling with desire, I leaned forward while
extending my little pink tongue and made first contact. God,
his aroma sent my pretty blonde head spinning! I savored his
dark, masculine flavor while I tongue worshipped every square
inch of his superior Black manhood. Spittle was actually
dripping off my chin as I meekly whimpered in submissive lust.
I wanted to impale my sweet mouth onto his dark lance and feel
his turgid, Black hardness slide down my delicate, white throat
but I thought that was impossible. I had deepthroated my share
of pricks easily enough in the past, but this wasn't a prick --
this was a big, beefy, Black COCK! I opened my mouth as wide
as possible and bravely pushed forward until the massive head
was in. It completely filled my mouth, pressing my tongue into
my lower pallete. His powerful, delicious flavor kicked my
saliva glands into overdrive and I had to swallow frequently.
Suddenly, my Black benefactor grabbed my head with both
hands and told me that it's time to receive a Black cock face-
fuck. I panicked. I hadn't counted on this -- having my
throat raped!-and was horrified to find that I couldn't break
free of his powerful hold.
He began to hunch into my face, pushing an additional
inch with each thrust, down my painfully distended throat,
until at least nine of his twelve thick inches was lodged
inside of me. He held it there for a few seconds to allow my
throat to stretch and adjust to it's tremendous size, then he
slowly withdrew to allow me just enough timeto gulp some air
before he plunged that Black babymaker back in again.
For several minutes he steadily and forcefully fucked my
mouth and throat, it felt as though he was penetrating all the
way down to my belly, and I was relieved to discover that after
the first few violations the pain was largely replaced by some
other mysterious sensation. Was it the pleasurable beginnings
of sexual satisfaction?? I wasn't sure since, for all my
encounters, I had never experienced an orgasm. What ever it
was, it transformed my attitude from resistance to submissive
cooperation. The thought of offering myself completely for the
pleasure of my Black master was really turning me on! Our
private little storage room was filled with the smell and
sounds of sex as I eagerly sucked and slurped down that
ultimate Black cock. I wanted to taste his Black fuck-juice
and hoped that he would withdraw all but the tip when he busted
his big Black balls into my white, hungry mouth, coating my
tongue and filling my oral cavity till my cheeks bulged and the
excess gushed from the corners of my pink supple lips --
running over my chin, down my delicate white neck till it
dripped from my pink, erect nipples!! When he did cum it was
exactly as I hoped for and I held his delicious, Black seed in
my mouth to savor for several seconds before I began gulping it
down.
My powerful, gifted Black lover collapsed on the floor
pulling me down with him and held me tightly in his massive
arms. Part of me was terrified and urged me to run -- run back
to my lily-white suburban neighborhood and never return to this
taboo school where a Black man could so easily violate a white
girl like myself. But there was the other part of me pleading
for me to stay, wait for this incredible stud to recuperate,
then beg him to complete my transformation into a white
slut\whore for Black dick! As always, the slut side of my
being won out but I had to admit that I was terrified of what
that jumbo nigger cock could do to me. Laying beside my
temporarily spent stud, I glanced down at his now flaccid fuck
muscle. I was amazed to see that even limp, that ebony
firehose was still incredible long with the tip making contact
with his belly several inches above his navel. I was sure that
I could have tied a knot in that Blackreproductive organ.
I began to fondle it with my tiny white hand and
eventually gave in to an overwhelming desire to explore it's
contours with my tongue. Pretty soon it was rock hard and
throbbing once again. My Black gladiator pulled me to my feet
and reaching under my very short skirt, pulled my sheer, pink
panties down to my ankles then bent me over some boxes and
flipped my skirt up on my back. My head was spinning at how
fast this Black buck had my shapely ass exposed and into
breeding position. I looked back over my shoulder and saw his
enormous Black weapon hovering just inches over my ass and a
wave of sheer terror came over me. Crying, I whimpered and
pleaded for him not to violate me and to let me go, though if
he had I knew I would have changed my tune and begged him to
rape me!
The Black man pulled off my T-shirt and, using it as a
gag, tied it tight behind my head. This was, I knew, to
prevent my screams of pain and eventually, squeals of pleasure
from being overhead by the students passing out in the hallway.
His final preparation was to grab both my wrists and pull my
arms behind my back where he tightly secured both my wrists
together with one powerful Black hand. I was totally at his
mercy and I had never felt more vulnerable, nor more feminine
and sexy as I did at that precise moment.
Grabbing a fistful of silky, blonde hair, my masculine
Black fuck-master jerked my head back while nudging his massive
ebony head into my wet, lust swollen mound. I guessed that the
outer lips of my delicate pussy would have to stretch about
twice as wide as they ever had before to accommodate the
superiority of his Black manhood, but it felt like I was
stretched three times as wide and the first screams were
muffled by my gag.
That long Black penis began to rape my tight, white girl
pussy in the same way that it violated my throat -- by taking
one inch, pausing to allow my stretched cunt to adjust,
withdrawing then taking two inches, pausing, etc... while my
squeals of pain and pleasure increased in intensity with each
additional inch. After each incredible thrust my white slut
fucker would call out the number of inches he had taken and
when he had reached only the number six, I felt that I would
split in two. No man had gone deeper than that point yet this
Black boy had six more inches of thick hard bone to bury! I
had no doubts that he intended to bury every Black inch into
his white slut\slave! When he began pushing into virgin
territory I began to experience a powerful, strange sensation
that continued to grow until it consumed my entire body with
intense convulsions. It was my first orgasm, far better than
anything I had imagined and I owed it all to this magnificent
specimen of Black superiority!!
That stud kept stretching into me until all twelve, thick
inches were impaled into me and I felt his wiry pubic hair
tickling my asshole. He began fucking me with increasing force
and once again the room was filled with the sound of
interracial sex -- the squish-squash of his Black ramrod
stretching the limits of my blonde twat. The Black man's
phallus was so thick my petite pussy was stretched into a very
tight "o" around his stalk and my swollen clit was actually
pulled tight against his shaft where it received a strenuous
workout from his powerful thrusts. I actually had three more
intense orgasms before that stud pulled that ebony telephone
pole from my distended pussy (it made a loud pop) and,
spinning me around, sprayed my face and tits with a pint of
Black man's fuck juice. Oh god, I actually wished my bigoted
family could see me now!
We dressed in silence and when we opened the door we
discovered that a curious crowd had gathered outside. There
were gasps of shock from the students when they saw a big,
brawny, intimidating Black buck emerge followed by a petite,
sexy, half naked blonde who had mussed up hair and residual cum
all over her face and neck. Their reaction thrilled me and I
flashed them a shy but defiant smile of complete satisfaction.
Oh but I was such a naughty and shameful little white
girl! My horizons had been expanded and I knew that my sexual
future would be bigger, Blacker and infinitely better than
anything from my past!
Brenda's Gone Black
(and she won't go back)
Chapter 5
Sweet, sexy little Brenda returned that day to her home
in the suburbs to spend the remainder of the summer preparing
for her big move into college life. Once the initial shock of
that day had subsided somewhat, she felt confused about how she
felt toward the experience. She had initiated and encouraged
the encounter with the Black man but it gave her a tinge of
excitement to believe that she had been raped. It was as
though some deeply seated fantasy had been satisfied, her pure,
white chastity had been corrupted by a big, Black rapist and
she was no longer a virgin to Black cock. In fact, six inches
of her virginity had actually been taken (the six deepest
inches!). She looked to her father and brothers with less
respect, they had lied to her and now she secretly knew the
truth.
Brenda had a whole new vision of reality to get straight
in her pretty little head.
She continued to hang out at the local college but she
had a new perspective on things and the boys there didn't
interest her anymore. They would hang around hoping to receive
some of her favors but she knew what they had in the endowment
department and she couldn't help but notice how pitifully small
their bulges were. Brenda really did want to continue seeing
white boys like she always had, it was socially incorrect to
date a Black boy, but she desperately needed a man with a very
long, very thick, and very hard dick!
She reasoned that perhaps it wasn't fair to compare all
these white boys to her one Black lover. He was after all a
very tall and athletic man and maybe the white boys who are
very tall and athletic will have large penis's too. She gave
it a try -- three different handsome white knights from the
local football team. Brenda was very disappointed. All three
had very average six inchers like all the others and Brenda was
alarmed to discover that, since her Black dick rape, she was
even more dissatisfied with the sexual experience. The lovely
little blonde began to accept the truth --
She had gone Black and could never go back!
Brenda discovered that whenever she saw a Black man on
T.V., she felt that now familiar tingle between her sweet
little white thighs and she began watching Black sitcoms
regularly. She also became an avid N.B.A. fan and never missed
a game that was televised. Oh, but it was so scrumptious to
watch all those tall, strong Black men running down the court!
She imagined that they were playing in the nude, their dark,
horse-size endowments swinging like long, thick ropes!
Whenever the cameras focused on the cheerleaders, Brenda
noticed that quite frequently, the cheerleaders gazes were
fixed on the players crotches as well. Brenda began to suspect
that maybe she wasn't the only white girl to feel the way she
did about Black men. She knew that most white girls had
probably grew up hearing whispered rumors about Black
endowments like she had and perhaps they too had fantasized
about trying one of those Black boys on for size! She wondered
if the local adult bookstore had any interracial video tapes
available for rent.
Brenda had an overwhelming urge to actually witness a
strapping, young Black buck sexually dominate a submissive,
lust-consumed white girl but she didn't know how to accomplish
this dream. Walking into the local adult shop was out of the
question, one of her neighbors would be sure to see her. Even
meeting a Black man in her part of town was highly improbable.
Brenda knew that she would have to go back into the city to
quench her Black cock curiosities and she could not wait until
the start of the fall semester to do so. This was a matter for
immediate action!!
The next evening found our pretty little Brenda strolling
through the nightclub district that was adjacent to the
university. The streets were closed to traffic in this district
at night to accommodate the large number of students that
meandered through the streets bar hopping. Brenda very
desperately wanted to be a very naughty white girl this
particular night. She was hotter than a firecracker and her
revealing, skimpy dress advertised the fact that she meant
business! She came upon a porno book shop and after spending a
few minutes gathering up her courage, she went inside. Never
before had her semi-innocent senses been so overwhelmed with
sexual images! The shop was a large one with several rows of
adult magazines, videos, books and sexual devices. Brenda
slowly roamed the store in a trance-like state, her excitement
level climbing rapidly when suddenly her heart leapt into her
throat!
The very next row was marked "Interracial" -- precisely
what she came in for. Brenda felt herself being drawn toward
the taboo material as though her overly moist clit were a
magnet. It took all the willpower that the slutty little blond
had to keep her fingers off of her clit as she ogled the
endless display of monster Black cocks imbedded in the cunts,
mouths, and assholes of vivacious blondes, lush brunettes, and
sultry redheads. The sexy, blued eyed nympho just knew that
she would hyperventilate if she didn't make her selections soon
and get back out on the street. She bought a magazine that
featured five Black studs putting it to a young girl that
looked remarkably like herself, and two videos featuring
numerous interracial fiascoes. The checkout clerk actually
blushed as she paid for her selections.
Back out on the street, Brenda stuffed her sinful stash
into her oversized purse and began searching for a club that
contained her desired objective -- a massive, ebony schwantz!
She didn't have to search for long.
Ten minutes later found our little blonde heroine sitting at
the end of a dance
club bar, hungrily eyeing the crotch and biceps of a strapping
Black coed. All
the patrons in this club were white with this one exception --
and what an
exception! All the guys checked out Brenda's revealing attire
when she walked
in and several white men came up to her to make passes. Brenda
spotted her
Black Romeo right away, however, and decided she didn't have
time to be kind to
their egos. The petite, blue eyed blonde decided to be cruel!
As each man
approached her and delivered their pick-up line, Brenda simply
made it obvious
to everyone watching that she was sizing up his bulge (she put
her hands on
each one). Then she giggled and said,
"Sorry, I don't think you measure up to my expectations."
Each man slinked away. After humiliating a few of the bolder
ones, the rest of the men just sat and drooled. Now that the
man has been separated from the surrounding boys, Brenda again
turned her attention to the ebony god at the other end of the
bar.
Brenda's Gone Black
(and she won't go back)
(continued)
Chapter 6
He wore a muscle shirt with skin tight, knee length
spandex shorts that hilighted his tall, slender yet powerful
physique. He looked as though he could easily whip any man in
the room. Brenda gasped out loud when she noticed something
amazing about his bulge -- instead of folding his cock in the
crotch of his shorts, this Black telephone pole snaked down one
leg of his shorts, extending over half way to his knee!!
The spandex was so tight around his thigh that even from
across the room she could easily see the outline of a very,
very large cock-head. Our juicy, overheating blonde had to get
a closer look! She repositioned herself down the bar just a few
chairs from that mouth watering morsel and gawked in open mouth
disbelief, her bright blue eyes as big as saucers! The Black
buck knew what effect he had on the scrumptious little blonde,
but he pretended as though she weren't there and casually
rotated on the stool and spread his long muscular legs wide to
give her a most favorable view. Brenda took in a close-up peek
of that thick, throbbing Black muscle that snaked down the
studs leg and almost passed out! Her nipples AND her aureoles
were swollen and protruding obscenely through her blouse. The
precious little white girl's panties were thoroughly soaked
with lust.
Oblivious to the fact that she and the stud were the
center of attention for the entire club, Brenda hungrily lipped
her sensuous lips in a wide-eyed trance-like state as she
unconsciously inched closer and closer towards the massive
object of her obscene desires.
'If ever there was a compelling argument for racial
integration,' she thought, 'then I must be looking at it'.
Of course, Brenda knew, if her father were to witness
this scene he would emotionally declare that this is precisely
why we should not be integrated.
Too late for that Daddy!!
Still held hostage by his presence, the diminutive blonde
found herself on the stool next to her Black knight, her
intense gaze never once straying from his proud display. The
tall Black man stood up and Brenda found herself face to face
with a mouthwatering column of manhood. This Black stud had
banged many a white girl and he knew exactly how to handle this
particular situation.
"Like what you see, little white girl?," he bellowed with
his hands on his hips.
"Y-Y-Yes I do," Brenda submissively whimpered. "It's at
least three times larger than all those others" she confessed
as her hand vaguely pointed toward their attentive audience.
At this all the men quickly turned away in shame but all the
women within earshot were transfixed by what was taking place.
"I don't usually do white girls," he lied, "Most can't
handle what I put to em'."
"Oh please let me try," she pleaded still staring hard at
his balls while trying to imagine how much Black man's fuck
juice they contained.
"I'll do my very best to please you in every possible
way."
"My name is Cedric, but you must call me 'Daddy' cause
tonight your gonna be my little girl and I'm gonna teach you
much more than your father ever did or ever can." Cedric
figured that it was time to find out just how obedient this
blue-eyed slut would be.
"Massage my meat, little girl," he commanded. Suddenly
Brenda remembered that they were in a public place. Glancing
around, she noticed that EVERYONE was watching to see what she
would do. A very strange mixture of humiliation, shame, and
excitement coursed through her tender, young body as her
trembling hand advanced slowly toward his bulge. Contact was
made. Brenda palmed that thick, hot column way down near the
cock-head and began the long, sensuous stroke toward that
massive basket. The little white girl gasped loudly and
visibly had an intense orgasm before her hand had even traveled
halfway up that slutfucker.
Brenda couldn't take it anymore. Abandoning all respect
for her heritage and upbringing, the lovely young blonde
dropped to her knees and began passionately kissing and
nuzzling Cedric's big beefy crotch. She shamelessly and
profusely begged to be raped by his superior Black tool.
"Please fuck me deep and impregnate my white womb," she
pleaded. Cedric looked down at his newfound slave haughtily.
"Take off your panties, white bitch," he barked. She
eagerly complied, bending over to step out of the lacy pink
linen, exposing her delicate little mound to the crowd.
Frustrated hardons sprang up all across the room. Everyone
noticed that the studs massive penis was considerably longer
than it was a few minutes earlier -- also much thicker. The
bulbous head now snaked down over 3/4's of the length to his
knee, another inch or so and it would be peeking out from the
hem of his skintight, knee length shorts.
"Now move your little white cunt into that men's room and
chase those little boys out," he commanded, "then wait for the
fuck of your life."
"Yes daddy," Brenda sighed then scurried off to obey her
orders, her hands covering her naked pussy.
"Daddy" savagely fucked that little white girl right
there in the mens room of that dingy little dance club. The
drama of his domination and of her submission was amplified by
the tile walls as it drifted out into the club for all to hear.
For only the second time, Brenda's sweet, tight twat was being
stretched well beyond the humble limitations of any mere white
prick and our little nymphomaniac wanted all those
eavesdroppers to be made aware of this fact. She was very
vocal as she squealed, whimpered, and begged her ebony master
to give her the satisfaction noone else could possibly provide!
That sensuous itch deep inside Brenda's incredibly tight
love tunnel was being "scratched" in a very big, Black way.
"Daddy" fucked her in a total of twelve different positions --
teaching his helpless student all about the advantages that
only a very, VERY long poker could provide. Many of the
depraved and deliciously degrading breeding positions that
Brenda was subjected too, would have been physically impossible
for an average length prick to execute! The tiny blonde was
stretched to her extreme limit by the entire length and girth
of her Black master's tool and she had experienced so many
deep, vaginal climaxes that she eventually lost count. The
half dozen or so girls who were eavesdropping, however, were
keeping a careful mental tally of each vocal shriek of ecstasy.
Two hours and thirty two orgasms later the Black sex
master deposited his
fourth, and final, blast of hot, pungent semen over the
whimpering slut's face
and outstretched tongue. Pints of his hot nigger seed blasted
forth from that
Black leviathan. Cedric felt that she had endured heroically
and decided to
reward her by subjecting the young bitch to lesson #2 : "HOW TO
BE A BLACK
MAN'S STREET WHORE"
"Put your clothes on honkey bitch," Cedric barked.
"I'm taking you out in public, where you will learn to
please my whims!."
Brenda frantically tried to collect all her clothes from
the floor of the
men's pissroom as "Daddy" grasped a shock of her silky hair and
began pulling
her out into the club, past all those open-mouth stares, and
out onto the
street. She was still trying to get her skimpy clothes put on
-- and here she
stood before the world: still topless, large quantities of
negro spunk dripping
from her chin, her face held up by her hair for everyone to
see. Noone came
forward to her defense -- possibly because the scene had all
the appearance of
a hooker being taught a lesson by her Black pimp, but probably
because of the
towering, menacing image of Cedric. He had the ability to
strike fear in mens
minds
Cedric grabbed the slut's arm and thrust it down the
front of his shorts till Brenda's small hand slipped over his
incredibly thick stalk. This he did in full view of at least 50
people! The white girl acted distressed and shamed but in
reality she was savoring every moment of this public
performance.
'They must be scandalized', she thought to herself,
'especially the white guys'.
Cedric began walking down the crowded sidewalk with his
little blonde muffin in tow (her hand still down his crotch) as
they both took notice of the incredulous facial reactions
people exhibited upon seeing the unlikely couple. By now
Brenda had managed to get her top back on but "Daddy" kept
pulling it up to brutally pinch her lust swollen nipples.
Completely consumed with lust the overheated nymph alternated
between passionately sucking on his Black, muscular biceps and
publicly begging the horse-hung stud to rape her tight, white
hole once again. Cedric continued to exhibit his prize around
town throughout the night. Brenda felt that she must be the
luckiest white girl in the world!
Brenda arrived back home at sunrise. Her scant clothing
was rumpled and her baby fine hair and pixie cute face were
caked with "Daddy's" residual semen. Brenda's breath smelled
like a sperm bank! Our Nordic maiden was pantyless, Cedric had
kept them as a trophy of his conquest (leaving the young nymph
to wonder just how extensive his panty collection was?), and
more of the Black buck's cum was leaking from her outrageously
distended twat. In short, the blonde sexpot had all the
appearances of a prostitute coming home from a hard nights
work. More than one early rising neighbor noticed this and
Brenda could care less.
'They may know that I got fucked last night', she giggled
to herself, 'but they would fall over dead if they knew the
"dark" truth of it.'
Despite her appearance, or rather because of it, our
sweet young deb had never felt more alive and contented in all
the eighteen years of her life. It was a contentment that she
was destined to experience countless times to come.
Locking herself in her room, she popped her forbidden
tape into her VCR and propped herself up in her bed to drink in
the sights and sounds of all that forbidden sex. Within a few
moments the tapes had removed her satisfaction and replaced the
void with that now familiar hunger. The pornography she had
long desired and now possessed lived up to her expectations.
Brenda watched in wide eyed amazement as various young, white
debs struggled to consume a wide variety of dark skin donkey
dongs and though they came in many different shapes -- they
were all impressively long! Brenda diddled her cunt carefully
-- it would be very tender for the next few days but she was
relieved to find that the soft, moist membranes of her delicate
pussy were contracting back to its original small size.
Our slutty blonde was thrilled to discover that she would
be "white-girl tight" for her next Black adventure!
God, how she couldn't wait!
Sissy's "Dark" Passions
Chapter 7
The fall semester did eventually arrive. Brenda moved
into an all girl dorm, the idea of which didn't excite her to
say the least, but it was a university requirement for all
freshmen girls. When the school was forced to racially
integrate back in the sixties, parents pressured the
administration to take measures that would isolate their
refined, white daughters from the "Negro" boys -- hence the
all-girl dorm requirement. It didn't prevent anything and over
the years many a girls father found that the clich' "opposites
attract" held an unsettling truth.
Brenda registered at the dorm lobby, received her key,
and went searching the halls for her room. She promptly found
it, noticing that the door was ajar. She also noticed strange,
faint sounds coming from the other side of the door-moans,
slurps, whispered exclamations... The timid, luscious blonde
looked above the door to verify that this was indeed her room -
- it was -- then peeked in to find out what all the commotion
was about.
The room was quite small. One half was luxuriously
furnished with all the comforts one could ask for. The other
half was barren save for a small, single bed. Brenda guessed
the empty half was her own and felt a tinge of self-
consciousness as she realized that she had very little to put
in it. Before our young tart could dwell on this fact much
longer, she poked her head in farther and gasped out loud-
almost giving away her secret peeping tom position.
Standing in the middle of the room, tall and proud, was a
very large, very muscular Black boy! He was not wearing a
shirt and his magnificent ebony muscles rippled and glistened
with tension. Brenda's view of the Negroes lower torso was
partially blocked by a mass of long raven Black hair that
seemed to dance and sway in a steady, hypnotic rhythym. It did
not occur to the naive coed what it was that she was actually
witnessing until her eyes followed those luxurious, pulsing
tresses down to where they tapered off just above a round,
soft, naked, white ass. Brenda quickly retreated into the hall
-- 'My god,' her mind raced, 'There's a girl in my room giving
that Black boy a blowjob.'
The oversexed freshmen would have been the last to
morally judge any encounter between Black males and white
females, but this was a rather awkward situation to find
oneself in. This was her room and she had every right to go in
-- but what would she say, or do? Should she just ignore them
(No, that would be impossible given Brenda's predilection for
Black men), or ask them to stop (No, that would be criminal --
to stop a girl's quest for forbidden pleasure!?!)
Brenda decided to go check out the cafeteria and lobby.
That should allow enough time for that naughty girl to finish
her Black dick lube job -- just the thought of it made her
mouth water. Before she left though, curiosity got the best of
her as she peeked in to try and see more. The back of the
girls head blocked the view of what Brenda really wanted to see
and she began to suspect that was her roommate there on her
knees committing such a shameful act with such shameless
enthusiasm. God how Brenda wished that it could be herself
there on her knees, feasting on that Black boy's stiff, tasty
manhood! When Brenda returned half an hour later, she found
the room vacant. This gave her a chance to move in her things
and to scope out her roomates stuff.
Her new dorm companion apparently had all the comforts of
homeTV, VCR, full size bed, sofa... the works, but what caught
our saucy sluts eye was the portraits and posters that adorned
the walls of that half of the room. They were all of Black men
-- Very handsome and Very masculine men, most of whom were
beefcake photos where the studs were posed in a provocative
sexual manner and only clad in bikini briefs that appeared
ready to burst apart at the seams.
In the bathroom, on the wall above the vanity hung a
poster that made the petite blonde instinctively cover her
mouth and crotch with her hands in a startled reflex.... It was
a full length side profile of a nude Black buck -- his turgid,
semi-erect, horse dick arching out and down till the apple-size
head dangled out in front of his knees! At the top ofthis
amazing poster, in bold letters, was the first half of a
statement: 'EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER HEARD ABOUT BLACK
MEN.........'
Then, down just under that massive dark apple was the
completion:
'.............IS TRUE!!!'
Obviously, Brenda's new roommate sure didn't believe in
hiding her interests and it was clear that this girl's
interests were very compatible with her own. Brenda was getting
very excited, (like the time in the adult video shop) and
decided to sneak around in this mystery girls clothes closet
for more clues. She found a long rack of clothes -- lots of
silky, skimpy lingerie; very small mini skirts; low cut t-tops;
and several see through T-shirts with custom lettering that
spelled out messages. Provocative statements such as:
"I take my men like I take my coffee.....BLACK!,"
and
"The bigger, the Blacker, the better," and
"Once you go Black you'll never go back!"
'My god', Brenda thought out loud, 'I can't believe this
girl would wear these in public.' She continued her snooping
by going through the girls dresser. The aroused blonde knew she
was in danger of being caught but these discoveries were
overwhelming her curiosity. In the top dresser drawer were
some very realistic, wickedly thick, Black dildos of varying
lengths (from about nine to fifteen inches!), along with
bottles of baby oil and K-Y jelly. Suddenly Brenda sensed that
she was being watched and correctly guessed that someone had
quietly slipped into the room.
"Hi, My name's Sissy. You must be Brenda," she heard as
she turned around to see her new roommate standing before her.
Brenda was astonished by her graceful, refined beauty.
'This was the creature on her knees worshipping that
Black god while blibbering obscenities?!?', Brenda wondered.
Sissy saw the question in the petite blonde's eyes and knew
that Brenda had witnessed the oral copulation that had occurred
only an hour before. She decided that there should be no
secrets between roomates. Sissy proudly confessed that indeed
she was!
"I didn't expect you to arrive until tomorrow," Sissy
explained, "and I took the opportunity of a private room to get
better acquainted with this cute guy I met this morning."
"I guess I should tell you," she continued, "that I have
this..... strong
passion for... how should I say... men of African heritage."
At this, Sissy
held up her hands about a foot apart as if to show how big
something was,
"You know... Black dudes that are... BIG... REALLY BIG!"
Sissy's eyes brightened and she became quite animated with that
last statement.
Brenda thought that Sissy was the prettiest, friendliest,
and sluttiest young girl she had ever met and she decided right
then and there, that the two were destined to be inseparable
pals. After all, they both had their priorities on the same
topic -- Black cocks!! Sissy was wearing a very tight T-shirt
(no bra!) with bold, Black lettering that spelled out a lewdly
provocative message:
"There are 3 kinds of Men," small, Medium, BLACK!!
Brenda smiled wickedly upon reading Sissy's shirt as she
imagined the reactions that message must elicit when paraded
around campus via Sissy's mouthwatering figure!
'A real ball-buster for those white guys,' Brenda
thought.
Like her newfound friend, Sissy was a small petite
southern belle barely five foot two, 90 pounds when soaking
wet, yet her tiny, slender frame was endowed with curves that
made men groan from frustrated lust whenever she pranced by.
And also like Brenda, Sissy knew exactly what effect her assets
made on the men of this world and she always made surethose
assets were displayed in the most effective manner. Sissy was
an insatiable slut!!
She possessed the cutest little teacup tits that were
topped off with
large nipples that protruded forth like tiny torpedoes whenever
she was horny
-- and Sissy was always horny! Her long silky hair was
glistening Black and contrasted exquisitely with her creamy,
ivory complexion. Her bright, blue eyes easily betrayed to
anyone who looked into them what carnal, lusty thoughts were
running through her pretty head. She always wore very sheer
clothing --
Shorts so tight and thin that you could easily inspect the
outline of her ample mound, slit and all! Though Sissy was only
eighteen, she had been into heavy fucking for five years and
her outer pussylips were large and puffy from being
outrageously stretched by over a hundred thick, Black penis'.
Sissy was also blessed with very thick, soft pouty lips -
- lips that were capable of giving incredibly soft, warm, wet
blow jobs! She had actually sucked even more Black erections
than she had fucked (giving oral quickies to strange Black men
in semi-public places was just one of Sissy's passions), so of
course she became quite proficient and was extremely proud of
her skills. The two young heartbreakers became instant pals.
Sissy helped Brenda move her stuff in and even insisted on
taking her new-found friend shopping for things to help dress
up her half of the room. Brenda found herself being zipped
around town in Sissy's very impressive Porsche, and was stunned
when Sissy paid for everything without batting an eyelash!
'This girl is obviously rich!,' the blonde thought to herself.
That night, alone in their room, the two Black cock cravers
crawled in bed together and talked through the night --
revealing their respective pasts and confessing their innermost
secrets and desires.
Sissy was in fact, quite well to do, though she had not
always been so.
She had been born into a very poor family that lived on the
wrong side of town. Her father was quite lazy and worked in a
fast food restaurant, refusing to get up the gumption to find a
better paying job. As a result, Sissy's family lived in a slum
apartment complex, one that was plagued with crime and rough
characters. Their landlord was one of those well-to-do
slumlords. Tall, muscular, and devastatingly handsome, he was
one of those brawny Black dudes that knew how to intimidate a
tenant when it served his purpose and he was always
intimidating Sissy's father.
One month, when Sissy was only thirteen, the rent was
late and the brutish landlord came by during the day to either
collect or take their furniture for collateral. Sissy's father
was at work so it was up to her mother to beg and plead for
more time. Sissy's mother was slim and sexy so it didn't take
long to persuade the wealthy Black man to accept some "favors"
in exchange for an extension. Sissy was ordered to go to her
room. She complied but cracked open her door just a bit in
time to peek out and witness her beautiful, white mother strip
naked like a whore before the towering Negro, then drop to her
knees to open up the man's fly. Sissy was stunned by the vision
of what came tumbling out... so was her mother! The young
girl's sexual awareness began that day while her mother's sex
life was infinitely improved. She watched her mother slut-suck
that big Black appendage.
She witnessed her mama getting fucked like a bitch in
heat. She noted, and remembered, the flushed passion and joy
that radiated from her mother's sweet face as the landlord
impaled her with his Black piston.
Two weeks later Sissy and her mother abandoned her father
and moved into their landlord's plush mansion on the rich side
of town. Despite her father's pathetic display of begging (he
even promised to have his penis surgically enlarged!), Sissy's
mother was adamant for a divorce... Sissy's life was forever
changed!
The marriage took place within a month and Sissy found
herself with a wealthy Black stepfather and three Black
stepbrothers. Her new siblings were aged 14, 16, and 18
respectively and the shy, white debutante was completely
smitten by their masculinity. She had hit puberty the year
before and being in their presence caused strange and
delightful sensations to race through her delicate, developing
figure.
Sissy took to wearing only a frilly, very short nighty
around the house once she noticed the effect her budding
sexuality had on those Black boys and she became giddy with
lust whenever they made scandalous remarks about what they
wanted to do to her! Sissy knew that she would fuck all three
of her dusky housemates before eventually taking on "Big Daddy"
himself!
She began her interracial dream sex with the youngest --
7 1/2 rock hard inches (quite a stretch for the innocent
virgin). Within a few weeks, Sissy could take every single
inch of that wonderful weapon, and she invited Levi, the middle
brother, to partake of her charms. His thicker nine incher
stretched her even more, increasing her desire for deep,
aggressive penetrations from big Black erections.
She was so proud of herself!! 23 more fuck sessions with
Levi, and Sissy was ready to graduate to Rodney's 10 1\2 inch
monument of lust!
Rodney thoroughly performed his duties on the
impressionable young white girl -- he even taught her how to
suck cock like a pro -- and by the end of that year, Sissy was
looking for, and finding, boys at school and around town. She
fucked all that she could seduce and before long Sissy began to
notice some very important differences between those fellas.
Some boys fucked her more aggressively, more deeply and were
much more satisfying than the others. Darwin's theory of
"Natural Selection" came into play and pretty soon Sissy was
ignoring the white boys -- they were smaller and less virile --
and giving all of her "goodies" to those big Blacks!
Sissy's "Dark" Passions
(continued)
Chapter 8
Sissy confessed all this to her new friend as they
snuggled together on the dorm room bed. Brenda was creaming
her thighs just from listening to Sissy's forbidden, delicious
past. Whenever Sissy spotted a particularly delicious looking
dark skinned stud endowed with a hefty basket, she had only one
objective in mind -- to acquire the delicious liquid contents
of those swollen, Black orbs into the pit of her soft, flat
tummy... via her delicate, white throat! Brenda thought that
the absolute sexiest thing in the world would be to witness her
raven-hair friend being forced to her knees before a towering
Afro warrior and then have her sweet, small mouth and throat
impaled by a foot long, wrist thick slutfucker. That scenario,
Brenda now knew, occurred on a fairly frequent basis and our
lusty blonde was eager to play the voyuer.
Brenda and Sissy never missed a home basketball game.
All of the players on the university team were tall, muscular
and Black as the ace of spades. These two babes would never
miss a show like that! They would arrive early to get a seat on
the front row directly behind the team bench and ogle all that
dusky manhood while licking their lips and fingering their
swollen, moist clits under the blanket they would drape over
themselves pretending to be chilled. Once, at half-time, Sissy
had went searching for the Team's locker room in the hopes of
"accidentally" brushing up against one of those Nubian gods
when they came out for the second half. What she did discover
was a back, unguarded entrance to the dressing room and
showers. Sissy couldn't contain her excitement when she
whispered her secret to her sex crazed nympho friend! They
both realized the depraved and sordid possibilities that this
discovery could offer. When the second half resumed, the two
little tarts casually meandered down the back corridor and
quietly slipped through the door undetected.
Once inside they found that the rooms were deserted.
Everyone involved with the team were out watching the game so
our two sneaky friends had plenty of time to explore. They
were quiet and timid as they crept through the rooms as though
this were a temple -- a shrine to the athletic superiority of
ebony manhood. The aroma that filled the room was musky, dark
and intense. The testosterone level that pervaded the air
caused their heads to spin and their twats to moisten. Sissy,
now completely out of control, went down the row of locker
stalls gathering up the players clothes to her face while
inhaling their aroma. Brenda collected a few pairs of mens
bikini briefs as well as a few overly distended jock straps and
stuffed them into her purse. She also began searching through
their wallets, not for the purpose of stealing anything, but
only to see if she could discover anything more personal about
these worshipped heroes.
Sissy found that nearly all of the wallets contained many
pictures of gorgeous, young Caucasian girls. She recognized
some of these fair skinned princesses from her classes and was
suprised to find portraits of some of the school's most prim
and proper southern belles. Phone numbers had been scribbled on
the backs, along with pleas to "call me soon! I need it again
soooo bad!" She almost came all over herself when she read some
of the lust-letters that these naughty little sluts had written
to these boys -- vivid confessions of the effects those hard,
Black organs had produced.
Sissy soon made a second big discovery that day -- a
small hatchway that led into a narrow, dark passage that was
used to access the plumbing around three walls of the big open
shower room. Small amounts of light penetrated into the hidden
walkway from dozens of small holes and cracks in the aging tile
walls and Sissy nearly came all over herself when she realized
that by peeking through any one of these minuscule openings, a
girl could have an unobstructed view of the entire shower room
with no danger of being detected! She immediately called
Brenda in to show her and the two decided to hide out in the
passageway and catch the post-game show! These two oversexed
slut-puppies were trembling with anticipation as they waited
there in the darkness, vigorously rubbing their moist cuntlips
with those sweaty, overstretched jock straps. They didn't have
to wait for long.
In came the victorious gladiators. Tall, proud and naked
as the day they were born! Sissy and Brenda began muttering
thanks to god for creating men like these -- simply describing
them as "well hung" would not have done them justice, these men
were triple-hung! They began to shower, lathering up those 5
pound tubesteaks that have brought so much ecstasy to so many
worshipful, young, white babes. Sissy became lightheaded,
Brenda began to hyperventilate. Both girls were secretly
wondering how it came to be that the sexual organs of the men
of one race, could be so overwhelmingly superior to those of
another!?!
At one point Brenda looked over to her partner in crime -
- and was startled to find she wasn't there! 'Where could she
have gone?', she frantically thought to herself, 'I hope she
doesn't do something stupid and give away our secret hideaway.'
Leaning forward, the sweet aroused blonde once again drank in
the view of all those glorious Black appendages and allowed her
vivid imagination to revel in outrageously obscene thoughts.
Suddenly, Brenda's heart leapt into her throat (!!) and the
question of Sissy's whereabouts was answered. Before her
companion's astonished eye, in walks Sissy... completely nude!
Like a sacrificial white virgin being offered to Nubian gods,
she gracefully meandered through the throng of stunned
athletes, lightly running her delicate, soft hands over their
dark, immaculate torsos. Consumed lust filled her stunning
blue eyes, her large nipples throbbing, her frequently taken
mound was swollen and very moist. Standing seductively at one
end of the room, Sissy made a very obvious visual inspection of
their impressive endowments.
"My goodness," she exclaimed in her most southern belle
drawl, "I guess my momma spoke the truth when she said you
fellas were twice the men of any white boys!"
"And I'll just bet they taste as good as they look."
Sissy stood trembling in the middle of that shower room.
She was completely surrounded by very tall, muscular Black
athletes. Her diminutive height (she was only 5'1") meant that
her precious little kisser was no more than a few inches above
those giant's navels. That meant that their super thick knobs
were throbbing and bobbing right before her baby blue eyes.
She didn't even have to stoop. Sissy had only to lean forward,
open her soft warm mouth, and begin feasting on all those
Black, stiff cunt-stretchers.
She did so with a shameless disregard for how a proper
white man's daughter should behave!
There were a total of sixteen super hung 'brothers'
crowded around that ivory goddess -- each one crowding in and
jostling for position. Sissy made a point of giving each and
every one of those bucks at least 10, deep, wet penetrations
down her throat while using her hands to stimulate others in
waiting. Her goal was to get each Black dong to cum either in
or on her white body and Sissy was determined to reach that
goal.
The first of those big, Black, horse-length appendages
began to pulse, it's owner proudly proclaiming the blast to
come. Sissy spun her face around, her extended pink tongue
slathering over all those massive erections till she found that
most urgent one, and sealed her soft lips over that dark tip.
Her delicate, pale hands cupped his heavy hanging testicles so
that she could coax forth all of that Black fuck seed! Sissy
was very hungry!
Whoosh!!
The first wave of thick semen flooded that white slut's
oral cavity. Her flushed, pink cheeks puffed out from the
pressure and streams of hot spunk squirted from the corners of
her tightly sealed lips. Sissy, not wanting any precious
nigger seed to go to waste, began swallowing in great, heroic
gulps. The Black conquerors cream almost scalded her delicate
throat but Sissy gulped on. After the studs third large spurt,
Sissy, by furiously swallowing, managed to keep all the tasty
juice within her cheeks but god there was just so much!
The little sex slaves kisser received eleven powerful blasts of
Blackreproductive jism and she had faithfully savored and
consumed each one.
Before she could celebrate this satisfying victory,
however, Sissy once again heard the familiar bellow of the wild
Black buck about to erupt. She began searching around that
endless circle of foot-long organs, urgently seeking the one at
the edge of ecstasy. By instinct, she found it and managed to
get a velvety lip lock over that turgid knob just when the
fireworks began! Gulp... gulp... gulp... gulp... the young
white girl was in heaven. She was being fed a hot, nutritious
meal -- almost pure protein. This was how Sissy had always
kept her hair so shiny, silky and sexy! A warm sensation began
to grow within her smooth, flat tummy as the Black seed began
to accumulate there.
Two down and fourteen to go!
From her peephole, Brenda witnessed everything with a
reverent awe as Sissy continued to be inter-racially face
fucked and cursed herself for not having any way to permanently
record such an intensely erotic scene. She silently vowed to
bring along a camcorder to the next basketball game.
Sissy had satisfied (temporarily) her thirst for nigger
sperm only after seven studs had soaked her taster and
stretched her cheeks from the sheer volume of their deposits.
Her tummy was now very full and no longer flat. It bulged out
as though she were 5 months pregnant!
'Now there's a delicious concept...,' Sissy dreamed, 'to
be impregnated by one of these big, Black conquerors!!'.
When she could swallow no more, the raven-haired
cocksucker began taunting all those big, bad niggers with
filthy slut talk while continuing to nuzzle her angelic face
over their proud poles. Her objective was to coax all the cum
from all those swollen Black scrotums onto her cute, ivory
face.
"O.K. fellas, you got these enormous Black dicks that I
grew up hearing so much about, lets see if they squirt as much
as the myths claim they do! If you big boys give me a good
soaking, then I might come back for the next game and show you
how tight a white girls pussy can be!"
That horny bitch dropped to her knees, leaned back her
pretty little head, and looked up to see 360 degrees of
converging dark fuck poles all pointed like cannons at her
face.
One penis began to fire away. The first surge landed on
her head, soaking through her hair till Sissy felt his sperm
scalding her scalp. The second blast splattered point blank
onto her forehead -- the third, on her button nose and
outstretched tongue. The first brother to "leave his mark" was
soon joined by another -- their seed mixing together on the
sluts face -- then yet another... and another... then a
fifth... sixth... seventh... and on and on!
Sissy was being drenched with nigger sperm! Gobs of
potent seed began coursing over her face, down her delicate,
white neck and onto her perky tits where the thick, fertile
liquid dripped from her swollen nipples like maple syrup. Her
open, upturned mouth was now full to the brim. When she
dropped her head and looked forward at least a pint spilled out
over her lips and cascaded down to mix with the quarts that now
coated her ivory pure figure.
When the final Black man was at last spent, Sissy stood
up, a few pounds heavier due to her full, satisfied tummy!
"You Black boys sure know how to FEED a girl," she
quipped, "next time I'll find out if you know how to BREED a
girl!"
And with that our little vixen skipped out of the room,
leaving behind a trail of dripping fuck juice.
"STRETCH ME!!"
(If you can)
Chapter 9
Brenda proved to be no scholar! Her poor academic
performance however, had nothing to do with her intelligence.
Brenda was one very smart young woman. There were simply too
many distractions!: Black boys in the Activities center, Black
boys in the athletes dorm, Black boys on the intramural field,
Black boys... well, you get the idea. The impressionable young
girl's entire day was filled with one flirtatious encounter
after another. There simply wasn't any time left for study!
At the beginning of her second semester, Brenda decided
that she needed a course that would hold her attention, keep
her more in focus. And what course did our little blue-eyed
princess choose? -- Adult Sexuality 101, and she did gain a lot
of useful information from it.
It was a very popular class among all the freshmen, and
Brenda was astonished on the first day to find that it met in a
large auditorium that was filled to capacity.
Brenda almost smirked out loud when the instructor, a
young Ph.D. candidate, in the course of his lecture, stated
that..." all studies show that the size of the male penis has
no effect on the state of arousal for the female during the act
of intercourse... the occurrence of orgasm is achieved
primarily through mental processes."
'What fuckin planet did this bozo hail from!?!,' Brenda
wondered to herself, 'I've got half a mind to stand up and tell
it like it is!' Brenda knew from firsthand experience that the
length and thickness of a man's fuck-pole had EVERYTHING to do
with how much satisfaction a girl could expect to receive.
This particular professor, Brenda decided, must be one of those
teeny-weiner white guys who are unable to cope with the natural
fact that all men are not created equal! That thought gave the
delicious blonde an idea for a T-shirt statement: It's not what
you do with it... it's the size that really counts!
She reveled in the thought of wearing a shirt like that
into this classroom -- just to watch that nerdy instructor's
ego deflate.
Brenda was never seen on campus unaccompanied. Whenever
she was walking between classes or just hanging out in the
student activities center, she would always latch on to the
nearest handsome, Black stud available (there were always
several) and submissively hug his biceps as they proceeded.
Our sweet, luscious, little debutante also developed the
shamefully naughty habit of kissing her big, ebony boyfriends
whenever they found themselves in a crowd. Deep, wet soul
kisses!, any witnesses who stood nearby could hear the little
blonde swallowing and whimpering as she sucked on the studs'
tongue. The diminutive blonde loved to do this, in part due to
her insatiable attraction to tall, dark men, but also because
Brenda absolutely adored the public attention this kind of
behavior would elicit from the other students and faculty.
She would watch their faces for reactions as they passed
by. They were usually quite predictable: shock, frustration and
humiliation from the white guys; curiosity, envy and lust from
the white girls; while the other Black dudes would just give
them that all-knowing smile that said "yeah, my turn is
coming." Being the recipient of all these looks made the
ravishing little slut very horny and she usually didn't get
very far with her "Othello" before she would pull her brawny
escort into a nearby secluded spot for a quick taste of ebony
delight.
Flaunting sexual taboos in public made Brenda's panties
get soaking wet!!
God, what a naughty, nasty little white girl she was!!
Brenda had enrolled in a Black studies course to fulfill
one of her electives. She wanted to learn all that she could
about the Black experience and thought that this would be an
excellent way to do so. 'Besides,' the pretty coed reasoned,
'being the only white girl in a room full of Black boys can
only bring positive results.'
Professor Jackson was a tall, muscular man who had played
football at Grambling, where he also earned a Ph.D. He was
quite young (only 32), extremely handsome, and had a voice that
could fill a stadium. Brenda was so hopelessly infatuated with
this man that if she were ever to just touch him she just knew
that she would explode in orgasms!! Prof. Jackson has a habit
of pacing back and forth across the front of the room as he
would lecture. He was a very militant man and he preached the
rhetoric of the Black Panther party with an intense passion.
Brenda was bedazzled by his aggressive charisma. Her panties
always got hot and moist as she watched that Black hunk pace
before her.
Brenda began to employ one of her old schoolgirl tricks -
- she sat on the front row every day and wore very short
dresses! Obeying her slut-girl instincts, she would then slide
way down in her chair to afford that wonderful man a most
favorable view. Each time that Prof passed in front of her,
Brenda would casually spread her thighs and absently lick her
lips as she stared hard into his crotch. The delicate material
of her panties was so thin that the outline of her soft, puffy
mound and slit were easily discernible. She liked Professor
Jackson very much and she knew that this would brighten his
day!
One day, Professor Jackson, in the course of his lecture,
stopped right beside Brenda's desk. He was all fired up over a
lecture on affirmative action and was giving quite an emotional
performance! Brenda turned her head to look up at her idol
and... WOW... just inches before her pretty button nose was a
big, beefy, Black man's bulge!! The professor was wearing some
rather tight slacks that day and our petite slut could easily
see the outline of his briefs.
Brenda could not have torn her eyes away even if she had
wanted to do so, and as she gawked, she noticed that it was
beginning to grow!! To the white girls disbelief, that bulge
began to shift and roll as though some small animal was trapped
within and was slowly struggling to break free!
Suddenly, there was jolt as the massive head of the Black
man's penis broke free of the briefs legband. A sizable
portion of that bulge was now growing and snaking it's way down
Professor Jackson's left leg. The white girl secretly prayed
that the strained inseam of his slacks would burst open,
freeing the object of what Brenda now knew was the source of
every white man's worst nightmare. Brenda's nipples began to
ache! Her mouth began watering uncontrollably!
Her eyes bulged in disbelief as she witnessed that
delicious organ grow inch by inch, by inch, by inch, by inch,
by inch, by inch...
Nasty, forbidden questions began to form in Brenda's
pretty little head as she absently stared into that Black
Prof.'s crotch: How do these Black Romeo's grow such massive
fuck-poles?... and why are the white boys so small in
conparison?... Do all white girls secretly yearn for that
bigger-nigger stretch session?... or for that matter do most of
these girls even realize that the Black boys who pass you in
the halls every day are capable of doubling or even tripling
the depth and girth of their sexual horizons?
She continued to daydream, about how those Black monsters
feel when they penetrate to the depth where even the white ones
have been... and then comes the delicious, mind-blowing
experience when they keep pushing, and stretching in for an
additional six inches or so!! That's when Brenda begins
climaxing -- and continues her orgasms until that overgrown
cunt buster withdraws with an obscene "pop." She absolutely
adored the way her small, taught pussy got stretched to it's
limit -- like a condom over the end of a baseball bat!!
Everytime that our sweet Brenda got impaled on a Black lance,
she wondered just how many other young, white daughters had
been stretch-fucked on this particular organ?
Oh what a joy it was to be a young, pretty, white girl
attending a college that had so many good looking, muscular,
hung Blacks. Of course, she could never possibly fuck them all
-- but she just knew that she would have to try!
THE END