Blacks On Blondes Rapidshare When I was only 16 my mom and dad divorced. I had known that it was inevitable
that they would because they seemed to fight constantly. I know it was really
hard on my dad when mom demanded the divorce. She got the house and me, their
only child.
I guess what surprised me most of all was how quickly my mom found another man.
Within six months she was getting married to my step-dad. It bothered me a
little at the time because my new step-dad was black. I know it bothered my real
dad a lot. But Jim turned out to be a pretty cool guy and he's always treated me
well, if not like a real son. The only problem was Jim's son from another
marriage, Shaba. Shaba was 14 years old and was to be my new step-brother. He
and I didn't get along well from the beginning.
We were a world apart, Shaba and I. I was a 4.0 GPA student. I was captain of
the debating team and a damn fine tennis player. I already had offers from
several prestigious colleges and my future seemed assured. I was dating the
prettiest girl on campus, Buffy Burke, a cheerleader, from an established family
that dated back to the Mayflower. Buffy was blond, blue-eyed royalty, with big
boobs thrown into the bargain. While we hadn't done the big nasty yet we had, on
several occasions, engaged in heavy petting. We made a handsome couple and were
destined to be married and produce a brood that would set the world on it's ear.
Shaba Johnson was slightly different. He had been raised on the margins of
poverty. He listened to rap music incessantly in his locked room. His friends
were all black and dressed in baggy jeans and wore bandanas on their head. Red
bandanas, which I surmised meant they were in some sort of criminal gang. Shaba
didn't sit at the dinner table with my mom, his dad and I in the evenings. He
was seldom home in the evenings. Shaba had frequent visits from a suited
official that I later leaned was his probation officer.
Shaba and I Blacks On Blondes Rapidshare his for a second as I reached to
say something, anything to slow him down and get out of this whole
thing. But all I could muster was...
"Y-y-yes, Amos...I guess...I guess I am too..." I looked down again and
found myself staring at the monstrosity that was his manhood, struggling
to pull my eyes off it and leave. He still held my hand. And I still
held his.
Slowly I came back to reality, let go of his clutches and pulled away.
He let go and backed off. A huge smile across his ape-like face.
"See you tomorrow then sweet meat," he called as he backed off to go on
his way.
"O, Ok..." I mumbled. I felt confused and dizzy as I turned and walked
to the door that opened to the next hallway. In the reflection of the
glass door I could see this big, black man just standing there watching
me as I walked down the hallway.
For some reason I could not understand I found my heart pounding and my
knees shaking.
Then almost unconsciously I began a slightly, ever so slightly,
exaggerated sway to my hips and ass as he watched intently. Why was I
doing this!!! What was I thinking??? I had no--and have no--idea. But
I did it. And as I did I looked into the door's glass to see his
refection reaching down, stroking the serpentine bulge running down his
left inseam.
I walked through the doors and felt dizzy, faint. I went straight to
the Ladies Room and into a booth. I thought, "God, I feel like I have
to pee!" But when I peeled down my nylons to go I noticed a big wet
splotch in the crotch. I sat on the toilet just staring into the
crotch. Was I actually sexually excited by this pathetic old
maintenance man? Did he have me this hot just by his flirting with me?
My questions were soon answered as I found myself leaning back on the
seat, my knees falling wide open, my fingers reaching unconsciously for
my clitty and starting to work the stiff standing bud--furiously!
My eyes closed, I could only see Amos' huge dick distorting the leg of
his pants, trying to break free to get at-me!
Oh! So hot! My fingers worked furiously. I started making high
squeaking sounds as I neared a major orgasm. Then it broke and I had to
stifle a scream. My fingers were flooded with my juice in a way no man
had ever before been able to make me cum.
When it was done I sat on the toilet. Stunned, dumbfounded. What had
happened to me? Could it be? Could I be attracted to this laughable,
old black?
As in a trance, I tried to wipe my now sore pussy dry, get myself
together and go back to my desk.
But all day I was distracted by my shock that I'd excepted Amos'
invitation. And, of course, by my body's arousal. What had come over
me? What would my husband think if he ever knew?
All day I tried to work...but my nipples continued to ache and my pussy
lips remained swollen, leaking their excitement into the crotch of my
hose.
I got no work done all day.
That evening when I got home Andy asked me how my day had gone and why I
seemed so quiet. I couldn't say much, still confused and bewildered
over the day's happenings.
That night as I lay in bed waiting on him, he came into the bedroom
naked. Looking confidently at me and smiling, he strode toward the
bed. But all I could think of was how ridiculous he looked with his
man-sized Interracial Creampie Vids Black Cock Records fantastic!" Buffy moaned as she leaned forward, her heavy, full tits smashing
on his thin chest. I could hear sloppy kisses. She had stopped her thrusts on
his cock and he lessened his to short jabs into her satisfied pussy. "Shaba. . .I
love you. . . " Buffy said, her voice croaking with emotion. She slowly moved
her ass from side to side. "God! You're still hard!" She exclaimed in
amazement. "I haven't got my nut yet," came Shaba's laconic response. "Wow. A
long distance runner!" she said playfully, her ass beginning to move up and down
again. "Doesn't that white boy last this long?" Shaba said. "Who? Jack? I
wouldn't know. We've never done anything like this," she said flatly. "You mean
that chump been wit' you all dis time and he ain't even had the pussy yet?
Shee-it!"
Buffy giggled. "Pussy," she repeated. "I love it when you talk nasty!" "Well,
why don't you suck on mah black johnson again?" Again! My fiancee had sucked my
step-brother's wanger!?
Buffy unstradled Shaba. When she was fully off the boy I could see the total
length of his erection. I gasped in disbelief. It looked to be eleven inches or
so. So fat and heavy was it that it leaned over his flat belly, glistening,
black and wet.
Then they saw me. "Shit!" shrieked Buffy, her hands modestly flung up to cover
her pendulous breasts, leaving her thick bush visible. At the ëV' of her crotch
I could see her pussy lips, red, abused, distended. "Oh Jack! It isn't what it
looks like!" "Oh? Just what is it, Buff? What are you doing?" I demanded.
"I'm so sorry..." Buffy said, her voice quaking with emotion.
Shaba had sat up on the bed. "Why don't you run along, white boy. Me and dis
bitch got some more work to do. She don't belong to you anymore. She be mine!"
"You rounder, you!" I yelled. "Stand up and take your beating like a man!" I
raised my fists. I didn't want to hurt Shaba. . .well, yes I did. I wanted to
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After we backed out and turned onto the road he casually put his big,
black hand onto my knee, squeezed it gently and said: "You joinin' me
today a dream come true, Leasa."
My heart bled for him. It was such a nice thing to say. I felt guilty
for all the laughing my husband and I had done about his flirtations.
This poor beast really admired me so. I wanted to remove his hand from
my knee-it was completely inappropriate-but after he said that...I just
couldn't. I was afraid I'd hurt his feelings.
So he drove on with his hand on my knee. Occasionally, running it
slightly up to my lower thigh.
I kept coming right to the point of saying stop. But it was so casual,
so slight, I never quite felt he'd gone over the line.
Yet as we approached the bar & grill he was taking me to for lunch, I
suddenly thought, "What in the hell am I doing sitting here in a broken
down old caddy with an old, black man-one my husband and I used to laugh
about-letting him rest his hand on my knee and occasionally stroke my
thigh like I was his damn white whore or something!!!"
I felt somewhat stupefied and dazed as he opened the car door for us to
enter the "Soul Train" Bar & Grill. All I could think of was how could
I have let this all happen and what am I doing here.
As we walked to the back door entrance from the parking lot something
else bothered and alarmed me. The warm wetness I felt again in the
crotch of my hose...obviously brought on from Amos' gentle handling of
my knee and thigh.
"What is happening to me, " I wondered.
As we walked into the seedy bar Amos suddenly grabbed my hand, holding
it in his as if I really was his woman. My immediate reaction was to
pull it away but as we walked through the bar area and all the
patrons-who were older, seedy looking, black men-stared at us, I felt I
didn't want to create an embarrassing situation.
Besides the way the place quieted down and these old men stared at me,
some with their jaws agape, made me feel something strange that I didn't
understand at first. But as we walked by them I found myself slowly
holding Amos' hand more firmly. I also found myself standing tall,
strutting somewhat, beside and slightly behind him...somehow proud of
their admiration-even awe-of me. And especially in awe of the fact that
I was being paraded about hand in hand by their buddy Amos.
I quickly found my nipples betraying me again as Amos paraded me in
front of his buddies on the way toward our booth. They poked out
prominently as these old men ogled my bouncing breasts. Damn! I
thought. Why did I wear such a sheer bra.
But in the back of my mind I knew this was strangely exciting me against
my will. I enjoyed these old blacks staring and looking me up and down,
licking their lips lustfully. And I was also excited by how Amos glowed
with pride to be with this young, shapely blonde. Hand in hand, showing
her off as his 'date' for all his horny, old, pals to envy.
We stopped along the way as Amos introduced me to one or two of his
buddies as his "lunch date". As he'd say this, I'd at first feel my
temper rising that he would introduce me as his date...then somehow it
would melt away as these men would look me up and down and whistle.
"Well, Erect Black Cock Black Cock Sites "Uh, Buff, why don't we ëgo all the way' now? We've been dating
two years and all we've done is rub each other. I love you with all my being and
I know you love me. It wouldn't be a sin." I was desperate. "Now Jack. We've
been through this before. You know I want to save myself for you on our wedding
night. It's my family tradition and my religion. You know I want to do it as
much as you but I have to be responsible. Waiting will make it so much better
for us both, don't you agree?" "Yes. Yes you are right," I lied.
After Buffy had left for the evening I went into my bathroom and jerked myself
off into the sink while holding a formal picture of her attired in her
cheerleader uniform. I still had her scent on my fingers and I held them to my
nose and I came copiously into the sink.
I looked at my wilting penis in my hand. It was about five inches long and
fairly thin. For the first time a pang of fear hit me. Wonder if Buffy will be
disappointed in my equipment on our wedding night? I have heard that some women
find larger ones more to their pleasure, but those are usually low class women of
some disrepute. My penis was aristocratic, I reasoned, and fully capable of
doing it's job. It was nestled in a thin forest of wispy blond curls that snaked
their way to my navel. My scrotum that largely hairless and about the size of a
walnut. I wondered if it was of a normal size.
A few weeks after Buffy's revelation to me I was at school. I felt ill and
decided to miss my last two periods (I didn't need them to graduate, at any rate)
and came home to rest. As I neared the closed door to my bedroom I could hear
moaning. I listened at my door and decided it was Buffy's voice I was hearing.
She must to in some sort of pain, I thought, as I flung open my door.
To say that the scene that met my eyes upset and perplexed me is an astounding
understatement. There, on my own bed, was Buffy, naked, and straddling 
How To Cuckold Got Black Cock me in the bedroom with his
infantile genitalia swinging between his legs.
I began unbuttoning my blouse. Soon I had undone my bra, slid it off,
and began sliding out of my skirt.
Meanwhile, Amos was done removing his clothes and I could hear him
grunting approval at my free swinging breasts as I continued removing my
skirt and shoes.
In the corner of my eye I could see his enormous uncut, dick bobbing its
head approvingly at my nakedness-just inches away from my face. I
looked up at it and became transfixed staring at this massive black
organ. It appeared almost alive, bobbing its huge bulbous head, covered
by thick flaps of skin, and drooling precum profusely.
I thought it was hideous, yet gorgeous in some inexplicable way--and it
just drove my heart wild with growing excitement!
Amos reached over and began peeling down my panty hose. As he did we
could both see the huge wet splotch my excitement had deposited into the
crotch. They were ruined. Ruined from my uncontrolled lust for this
black janitor.
Completely naked now I lay back on the cot and looked up at him. His
incredible dick stood out from him now, curving at an 80 degree angle
from his body. It was at least a foot long and 5 inches around. I
never imagined any horse, much less a man, could be so big.
As I laid there staring at it and he down at me, I lifted my gaze
finally to his eyes. We looked deep into each others eyes and, as we
did, I slowly lifted and spread my legs, inviting him into me.
He knelt onto the bed and positioned his meaty, African weapon into
place against my swollen and soaked pussy lips. One thrust forward and
he was into me three inches. As he began truly mounting me-slowly
pulling out and more quickly plunging back in--each thrust brought more
and more of him into me. It seemed the depth of his penetration would
never end.
I grunted with each spear-like thrust. I felt skewered by this black
stallion of a man. And he continued now with greater speed and power.
Finally, he brought his arms down under my thighs and bent me back, my
legs over his shoulders. At this point he seemed like a man possessed.
He hissed: "I wanted a white bitch like you in a position like dis all
my life. Now you's go' get it, you fuckin' white, trash 'ho!!!"
At this he began slamming his dick into me without mercy!
Slap, bam! Slap, bam! Slap, bam!!!
As he slammed his oversized organ deep into my womb he also slammed me
and the whole bed into the wall. The racket we made between his body
slapping into mine, the bed slamming into the wall, and my ooohhs and
ahhhss with each penetrating hump was creating a loud racket.
Through the walls I could hear the black patrons all whooping it up in
the bar, cheering, whistling, laughing, and shouting all matter of lewd
and crude remarks about the blonde bitch old Amos was "givin' some bone
to".
They were cheering on there old homey who they could now clearly hear
banging the living shit out of some uppity blonde wife from Silicon
Valley. They were just loving it!
And so was I...as the pounding I was receiving drove on and on. All I
could think was, "Oh my God, how can he do it? How can he keep up this
pace?"
Slam! Slam! Slam! He drove on giving me more and more of a ramming from
his Black Dick Cum the swollen head, it was tremendous.
I looked to Buffy. Her face was aglow with desire and excitement. She was
grinning broadly. Shaba was pulling on his crank, milking it. "Get on dat bed,
bitch, and show me dat pussy!" Shaba commanded. "Okay!" Buffy responded
gleefully, hoping onto her back on the messy bed and spreading her long, tan,
cheerleader legs. Her twat was bushier than I had imagined. Her pussy lips were
still ruby and stretched, sagging in places, no doubt from her earlier fucking.
Shaba crawled onto the bed between her legs. Between his thighs, below his ass, I
could see that his cock was lengthening again, his heavy black balls slowly
rising and falling.
They were going to fuck like I wasn't even here! I cleared my voice and rose
shakily to my feet. "Excuse me," I began, "do you mean to engage in intercourse
right now? With me in the room."
Such was Shaba's contempt for me that he replied without turning, all the while
guiding his cock into Buffy's willing pussy with one hand. "You can leave, white
boy, or yous can stay. Don't get uppity or this ho' gonna tell everyone one at
that faggity school you go to that you sucked on my johnson and that I turned you
into a punk. Ain't that right, ho'?" "Oh, certainly!" Buffy giggled, between
gasps as Shaba's cock cleared her labia. "I will tell everyone at school, Jack.
You'll be ruined." "Buff, why are you doing this?" I croaked "Ohhhh. . . Jack,
are you blind? Shaba's made me feel things I've never imagined. I. . .ohhhhh. .
. love him and. . .mmmmmm. . .want him."
By now Shaba had begun his slow, deliberate jabs into my girlfriend's womb. I
could see her hips rocking up and down, her pussy devouring his pole. "I don't
care if you come in me, Shaba. You can make me a baby if you want too!"
I could stand no more and I left the room. The sounds of their lovemaking
haunted me and filled my ears long after I was out of rang of his room. 
Mandingo Thread his for a second as I reached to
say something, anything to slow him down and get out of this whole
thing. But all I could muster was...
"Y-y-yes, Amos...I guess...I guess I am too..." I looked down again and
found myself staring at the monstrosity that was his manhood, struggling
to pull my eyes off it and leave. He still held my hand. And I still
held his.
Slowly I came back to reality, let go of his clutches and pulled away.
He let go and backed off. A huge smile across his ape-like face.
"See you tomorrow then sweet meat," he called as he backed off to go on
his way.
"O, Ok..." I mumbled. I felt confused and dizzy as I turned and walked
to the door that opened to the next hallway. In the reflection of the
glass door I could see this big, black man just standing there watching
me as I walked down the hallway.
For some reason I could not understand I found my heart pounding and my
knees shaking.
Then almost unconsciously I began a slightly, ever so slightly,
exaggerated sway to my hips and ass as he watched intently. Why was I
doing this!!! What was I thinking??? I had no--and have no--idea. But
I did it. And as I did I looked into the door's glass to see his
refection reaching down, stroking the serpentine bulge running down his
left inseam.
I walked through the doors and felt dizzy, faint. I went straight to
the Ladies Room and into a booth. I thought, "God, I feel like I have
to pee!" But when I peeled down my nylons to go I noticed a big wet
splotch in the crotch. I sat on the toilet just staring into the
crotch. Was I actually sexually excited by this pathetic old
maintenance man? Did he have me this hot just by his flirting with me?
My questions were soon answered as I found myself leaning back on the
seat, my knees falling wide open, my fingers reaching unconsciously for
my clitty and starting to work the stiff standing bud--furiously!
My eyes closed, I could only see Amos' huge dick distorting the leg of
his pants, trying to break free to get at-me!
Oh! So hot! My fingers worked furiously. I started making high
squeaking sounds as I neared a major orgasm. Then it broke and I had to
stifle a scream. My fingers were flooded with my juice in a way no man
had ever before been able to make me cum.
When it was done I sat on the toilet. Stunned, dumbfounded. What had
happened to me? Could it be? Could I be attracted to this laughable,
old black?
As in a trance, I tried to wipe my now sore pussy dry, get myself
together and go back to my desk.
But all day I was distracted by my shock that I'd excepted Amos'
invitation. And, of course, by my body's arousal. What had come over
me? What would my husband think if he ever knew?
All day I tried to work...but my nipples continued to ache and my pussy
lips remained swollen, leaking their excitement into the crotch of my
hose.
I got no work done all day.
That evening when I got home Andy asked me how my day had gone and why I
seemed so quiet. I couldn't say much, still confused and bewildered
over the day's happenings.
That night as I lay in bed waiting on him, he came into the bedroom
naked. Looking confidently at me and smiling, he strode toward the
bed. But all I could think of was how ridiculous he looked with his
man-sized Blacks On Blondes Rapidshare as a man in Buffy's eyes. She must have been raped or seduced, I
rationalized, and she wasn't responsible for what I had seen.
Shaba slowly rose from the bed. His long woodie bobbed in front of his lithe
frame as he approached me. I rose my fists defensively. When Shaba neared her
threw a single punch that caught me on the nose. I fell to my knees like a sack
of flower, my nose running blood freely. I was dazed, stars filling my eyes.
I could hear Shaba's low laugh and Buffy's scream.
Shaba leaned his hips forward and grasped his massive cock by it's base. He
began beating me about the face with it, like it was a club. I could feel his
cock hitting me, hard, hot, heavy. I tried to protect my face with my hands but
Shaba slapped them away. "Don't hurt him!" Buffy pleaded. Yet, there was a wild
look in her eyes. She was digging this! "Lookit! Jack's got a boner!" Shaba
laughed. It was true. My own cock was still rock hard.
Roughly, Shaba grabbed the hair hanging down my forehead and pulled it back so
that my face was upturned to him. "Open yo' mouth, white boy!" he growled.
Without thinking I obeyed. I only wanted the beating to stop. My eyes were
blurry with tears of humiliation. Suddenly, I felt something hot and hard
pushing past my teeth. The spongy mass hit the roof of my mouth and the smell of
Buffy's pussy filled my nostrils. I realized, to my horror, that Shaba had
slipped the head of his cock into my gaping mouth! I sputtered and tried to pull
my head back but Shaba wrapped one large hand around the nape of my neck and
began slowly, forcefully pulling my head onto his organ. Since my nose had
swollen shut as a result of his punch I found that I could not breath with his
grotesquely large tool filling my mouth to the walls. I began to gag
reflexively. "That's it!" he hissed. "I like that feel!"
With his free hand Shaba began jacking that part of his cock that wasn't already
in my mouth.