Julia Bond Blacks On Blondes It was before the war spread south to Georgia. It was a time when Atlanta was still beautiful and the home of many of the ConfederacyÕs finest gentlemen. It was then that Leasa Edwards, daughter of Colonel Everett Clyborn Edwards, was the most sought after beauty south of the Mason-Dixon Line.
Heiress to one of the largest plantations in GeorgiaÑÔTaraÕÑLeasa Edwards was both wealthy and lovely. This stately, young woman caught the eye of all and any fine, young, southern gentleman in her vicinity. Who could resist her slender, 5Õ7Ó frame swaying through a southern breeze? And who could not admire her fine, blonde hair coiffed demurely in a bun or rolling freely down her back. And those deep blue eyes set in a perfect face of pale white, delicate skin were found irresistible by any man who met her acquaintance.
Most men also admired her goddess-like figure: 36C-24-35. She was as close to perfect as ever a woman was...with a personality to match. She was kind-hearted, gay, and bright.
Leasa Edwards was truly a treasure of Southern femininity.
Atlanta's nights would see many of the cityÕs finest young gentlemen calling on ÒMiss LeasaÓ. They would take strolls with her along the paths of the city and around the plantationÕs many acres. They would sit with her on the mansionÕs veranda, just gazing on her beauty. But all of the courting was very much chaperoned, of course, by LeasaÕs family as well as some of the house slaves.
Some nights LeasaÕs daddy, the Colonel, would hold parties on the grounds of the plantation. There would be much drink, food, and partying. Some lucky young beau would get to hold LeasaÕs hand while they watched the darkies dance and sing for the pleasure of the upper crust Whites in attendance.
Old, fat SamboÑone of the older slavesÑwould dance for the revelers and make everyone laugh till their sides split. Leasa would love to watch the funny, fat, black man dance from foot to foot playing his harmonica, his baggy pants jostling just like a clownÕs.
ÒOh Sambo!Ó sheÕd exclaim, ÒYou make me laugh so!Ó
Sambo would smile and dance on, acting the buffoon for white society...and for the beautiful Leasa Edwards, daughter of his master.
But in SamboÕs heart was a yearning for the day that the Union Calvary would stamp the Confederacy under its hoof...the day that Sambo and his many wives and children, which he mated with and bred for Master Edwards, would be free.
One day in early spring it was announced that Leasa Edwards was engaged to Captain Jonathan Beauragard, one of the ConfederacyÕs finest horseman. He was a fine cut of a man with long blonde hair, a square chin and handsome features.
Everyone thought it a match made in heaven. They were two of the finest looking, young specimens the white, Anglo South had to offer. Unfortunately, their wedding came just at the time that the Union Army began its siege of Atlanta and the burning started.
At that time, Sambo and the 80 or more slaves on Tara rebelled and left the mansion and its grounds in ruins. The Union Army swept into Atlanta and the restÑas they sayÑis history.
After the war, things were very different in Atlanta. Social position and graces once prized in southern society were no longer of the same importance. LeasaÕs daddy, the Colonel, was killed in the fight for Atlanta. It was unfortunate for Leasa that the Colonel never left a will. And with Ôcarpetbagger justiceÕ being what it wasÑshe was left with nothing.
Captain Beauragard owned little. Without the prestige of his military position, he had little to offer. He knew no trade and had little education for business.
Soon after the war, prospects for the once enviable, young couple grew more and more meager. In short time, they moved into a small one-bedroom apartment in downtown Atlanta...and not one of the nicer downtown areas Julia Bond Blacks On Blondes she did seem to have a greater desire to workout.
She had even started eatting a salad for lunch every day instead of
pizza or a cheeseburger. She had also been horny every day.
Trisha showered and walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, where
her husband was studying in bed. Trisha was feeling unusually
comfortable with her body and made to drop the towel. She was hurt when
her husband reached to turn the light off before she was naked. He
didn't want to see her ugly body.
Trisha climbed in bed and hoping for some satisfaction, she reached down
under the covers and grabbed his penis. She tugged on it, but it only
remained semi hard. She just didnt turn him on anymore and it hurt her
deeply. Trisha had an idea, something she wanted to try. She crawled
under the covers and took her husband's penis in her mouth. It turned
hard instantly and George jumped in surprise.
George's entire penis easily fit in her mouth, the tip just pushing into
her throat. George didn't last long and Trisha found it unrewarding. His
ejaculate wasn't even enough to wet her appetite. She found herself
using her lips to tightly squeeze the base of his penis and sucking
upwards to get every last drop.
Trisha was surprised with herself, she hadn't planned on swallowing his
semen. It had just come natural to her. She jumped up to go brush her
teeth and wash her mouth out, though it hadn't really tasted all that
bad.
"Thanks hon," said George when she came back. "That was wonderful. I've
always wanted a blow job."
"I've been really horny since working out." Trisha crawled in bed beside
him and started caressing his penis again. Odd, but it stayed limp, like
he needed longer to recharge. Trisha didn't know what she was thinking,
but she had expected him to be ready to go again. She sighed when he
kissed her on the cheek and rolled over.
A few days later. "You're wearing that to the game!" George couldn't
believe his wife would wear something so unflattering. It was now a week
since she started excercising and she had lost ten pounds. Trish had
even started dieting.
"Sure why?" She was wearing a short shirt that showed off her bare
midriff. Her big belly hung down over her belt. She was also wearing
shorts for the first time in years and her pudgy legs jiggled as she
walked. She was becoming more comfortable with her body, though her body
was still overweight.
"Nothing," said George.
Trish and George walked the short distance to the stadium and sat in the
bleachers. Trish stared at the football players. Most were black men,
the sunlight glistening off their muscular bodies.
She sat next to the quarterback in one class. He was a dumb lout, here
on a sports scholarship. Trisha found him arrogant and obnoxious, but
there was something beautiful about the way he moved on the field,
something animalistic, powerful, sexy even...
"You starting to enjoy football?" asked George that night when they got
in bed.
"Not really. Why?"
"You were very intent watching the game."
"Oh, I hadn't noticed." Trisha thought about sucking his cock...she
giggled...his penis, but it wasnt really worth it. Instead, she kissed
him good night and put the headband on.
***********
Michelle covered the headband with a swim cap. She headed out to the
pool watching the men turn to stare at her. She loved showing off her
body since losing the weight. She dove in and swam some laps before
getting out and walking around the pool. She always wore a white bikini
that turned see-thru when it got wet and she loved how it made her many
admirers eyes bulge out.
Feeling limber from the swim, Michelle changed and worked out some more.
She was headed for the showers when Hans motioned her over to one of the
hot tub rooms. She smiled, knowing what he wanted and followed him in.
Michelle entered the room and saw Hans had already removed his shorts
and was sitting on the rim. His penis was rock hard with anticipation.
Michelle undid her string bikini and let it fall to the floor. She
sighed with pleasure as her big boobs sprang free. She would walk around
naked everywhere if it were legal. Michelle climbed into the hot tub and
kneeled down in the water taking Hans' cock in her mouth.
Hans had a long, nine inch cock that was skinny, but still thicker then
her husband's. Tyrone had invited Han's and his buddy Steve to join him
the first time the big black man had fucked Michelle. The three studs
did everything possible three big cocks could do to a woman that night.
She loved their big white cocks, but it was Tyrone's black one that
enslaved her.
Michelle was deep throating Hans when a pair of hands grabbed her hips
and pulled her ass up, just before Steve's familiar thick, eight inch
cock entered her pussy from behind.
Later, Michelle was sitting in Steve's lap while Hans pushed his cock up
her ass. Steve asked, "Poor little slut, still not getting satisfied at
home?"
"I love my husband, but he'll never satisfy me. His little wiener is
just too pathetic."
*********
Trisha woke up feeling the now familiar wetness between her legs and her
ass Mandingo Youtube Black On White to the black man and slowly sank to her knees between his spread thighs. Her deep blue eyes were now level with the bulging crotch of the fat BlackÕs pants.
ÒIÕm uncomfortable in these tights, Leasa. Unbutton them!!!Ó
A low moan was released from the Captain behind her. But LeasaÕs eyes never left the bulging outline of the huge African genitalia before her.
The blonde southern belleÕs delicate, alabaster hands slowly rose to the buttons that strained to confine the horse-sized, sexual equipment the tight riding pants contained. As the refined and elegant Leasa Edwards began unbuttoning the fat, black manÕs fly, each undone button would jerk open from the strain of the over sized contents they had imprisoned.
When the buttons were all undone, Sambo lifted his hips:
ÒPull Ôem down, girl,Ó he commanded.
Leasa Edwards reached up and began peeling the tight pants off the corpulent NegroÕs frame.
ÒNoooo...Ó the deflated Captain whined softly behind her.
But Leasa moved as if in a trance. She never really heard her husbandÕs protest. Leasa Edwards now wanted to see the trophy-sized, stud equipment that this giant of a man possessed...more than anything in her life.
As Leasa pulled the pants off of Sambo, she stopped suddenly in stunned awe at the amazing length and girth of the stallion-sized, uncircumcised dick that lurched up before her face. Unconsciously, Leasa licked her lips. As moments drew on, the blonde goddess just knelt between the obese black manÕs legs, staring at his gargantuan dick.
The Captain stared too. Sitting on the floor a few feet away, he could only sit transfixed, watching the horror of his beautiful, white wife stripping the pants off, what was in his racist mind, Òthis old, fat nigger!!!Ó
Both men could see the obvious flushing of Leasa EdwardsÕ white skin, and the flaring of her nostrils, as she stared lustfully at the drooling, uncut, black dick, bobbing its head just inches from her face.
ÒSuck it, Leasa!Ó Sambo instructed the daughter of his one-time master.
A long pause ensued. Then Leasa Edwards Beauragard gently grasped the 12Ó black dick in her dainty, pale hand, pointed it toward her full pink lips, leaned forward and kissed the drooling, gooey, sheathed head of it.
ÒNoooo...god, noooo....!!!Ó Captain Beauragard whined.
Leasa ignored him completely. As if in a trance, she remained focused on the black organ sheÕd brought her lips to...and as she withdrew them, a long viscous, string of precum formed a gooey rope from her lips to the dickÕs frothing nozzle.
The blonde beauty immediately leaned forward again and stretched her mouth obscenely wide, engulfing the fat head of the black cock. Then she began bobbing her head up and down on the Negroid dick. It was a task she had never performed for her husband, and being new to it, Leasa made loud sucking and slurping noises.
Sambo looked over to the traumatized Captain and gave him a broad grin:
ÒYaÕ know, Johnny boy, if a man donÕt keep his woman with a secure roof over her head, well dressed...and well fed...another man will have to take care of those responsibilities foÕ him.Ó
Sambo laughed after gesturing to LeasaÕs bobbing head when he mentioned the Ôwell fedÕ part of his lecture. The miserable white man just continued to lay helpless on the floor, being cuckolded right in front of his eyes by a sixty-year-old, fat ex-slave.
Leasa worked her mouth furiously over the fat, black dick that Sambo was feeding her. Her dainty white hand was becoming accomplished at shucking the monstrous organ into her mouth on her upstrokes. Her other hand had begun to instinctively milk the stallion sized testes that Sambo had hanging between his legs.
The poor, slavering southern belle could hardly palm the grotesque balls in her one tiny hand due to their swollen dimensions. So she began to use Black Interacial
Richelle Ryan Interracial Gallery
Susanreno and they were
covered in sweat and dirt. They were two of the hottest men she had ever
seen.
"I'm Lee, this is my brother Grant." They circled her like vultures.
"Why'd you come in here?"
"I-I don't know. I just lost a lot of weight and it's been so long since
anyone's paid attention to me."
"Aren't you nervous being with two black men?"
Trisha thought about it. She should have been terrified, but instead
found it exciting. "No."
"You're looking good baby." It was Grant talking now. "I'd sure like to
see more of your body."
"I'd show you more if we weren't out in the open." Trisha shivered, this
was a dream come true. She loved showing off her body but up to now no
one wanted to see it.
"We can go in that alley over there," said Lee.
Two buildings jutted out behind the court creating a little alley not
visible from the road. The alley was filled with trash, mostly beer
cans, fast food wrappers, with the occasional used condom or needle. The
walls were covered with graffiti. "I'll show you more if you really want
to see it."
"Oh we do baby, we do," grinned Lee taking her hand and pulling her to
the alley. "You ever been with a black man?"
"No, I'm married. I'm only doing this to show you my body. I don't want
to give you the wrong impression. You guys ever been with a white girl?"
"Not yet, but I can't wait," said Lee.
"Me neither," said Grant.
They entered the alley. "Now remember, you boys can look, but no
touching," said Trisha.
"Just show us what ya got." Lee leaned back against the wall.
Trisha pulled her top over her head. What the hell was she doing
stripping for a couple of black boys? Exactly what she liked doing,
showing off her body and soon her body would be attracting the stares of
more then just a couple of horny teenagers. She then wiggled out of her
baggy sweats and was soon standing there in her large thong and a sports
bra that had a tight grip on her huge breasts.
"Looking good mama," said Lee.
"Let me help you with that," volunteered Grant pulling her sports bra
off, his large black fingers touching the sides of her breasts.
"No touching," she reminded him, but holding her arms up so he could
pull the bra off.
"Awe come on baby," begged Grant, "at least let me play with them
titties."
"Ok, just my breasts, but my panties are staying on, my pussy is off
limits."
"Alright." Grant reached out and cupped Trisha's breasts. "Girl, you got
some big ass melons." Grant's hands were unskilled, but his enthusiasm
made up for it and Trisha felt her nipples growing under his rough tugs.
"Shit, if you aint gonna let us fuck you, let us take our cocks out and
jerk off looking at you."
Trisha nodded, she wanted to see their cocks.
Her pussy spasmed as soon as Grant pushed his baggy shorts down and
fished his cock out. It was semi-hard and growing as he tugged on it.
"Waddaya think sexy mama?"
"It's beautiful," she said sighing as she exhaled. She hadn't realized,
she'd been holding her breath. Grants cock was about eight inches long
and very plump. Lee joined his brother, dropping his shorts and plling
out a slightly shorter, but thicker cock. "They're both beautiful."
"Bigger then hubbies?" asked Lee.
Trisha snorted as she thought of George. "Yeah they're bigger. I knew
they would be. They're a least a couple inches bigger then my
husband's."
"Here touch it," said Grant already walking over to her and grabbing her
hand. "Might be your only chance." Her hand automatically closed around
the shaft, then started stroking it. "Ya ever felt a black man's cock
before?"
"No, but I wished I tried one before I was married."
"Ya never sucked on one then either?"
"No, and I like sucking cock. Ooohh." Trisha cooed as Grant's cock
spasmed when she said that.
"Why don't you try it out mama," said Grant putting some pressure on her
shoulders.
"But, my husband?" Trisha was already giving in, lowering herself to her
knees in the dirty alley.
"He ain't here mama, just you and two black cocks a lot bigger then his.
Besides, sucking ain't cheating. Don't let the white boy hold you back
from trying dark meat."
"You're right," she said licking around the head of his cock a sense of
contentment permeating her body when she touched it to her lips. Grant
moaned as she started bobbing her head over the end. Lee came up and
poked his cock against her cheek until she brought her hand up and began
fisting him slowly.
Grant's cockhead poked into her throat making her gag a little, which
surprised her. She had all the skills, but her body seemed
inexperienced. She relaxed her throat and swallowed him whole. "Christ,
the bitch swallowed it all," said a surprised Grant to his brother.
Getting deep throated put the young black man over the edge and he
exploded down Trisha's throat. He smirked at getting away with not
pulling out, but the white woman surprised him by continuing to slurp on
his cock, stroking her hand along the shaft as if milking it for more
sperm.
"Theres more for ya over here," said Lee and soon Trisha was deep
throating him. "This slut is amazing," said Lee watching Blacks On Cougars Video Blacks On Blondes Balls In Ass at the white man huddled around his feet.
ÒNow APOLOGIZE!!!Ó the ex-slave ordered the Confederate Captain, who remained gasping and whimpering at his feet.
In the stunned silence of the room, all that could be heard was the CaptainÕs moans and whimpers. Leasa stood looking on, unable to moveÑto hardly even breatheÑin a state of bewildered shock.
ÒWell then,Ó Sambo said impatiently, as he leaned over and began to lift the CaptainÕs head by the scalp in order to continue administering the beating...
ÒPlease,Ó a voice squeaked.
The voice was not LeasaÕs.
The voice was Captain BeauragardÕs:
ÒPlease, donÕt...donÕt hit me anymore.Ó
ÒApologize!Ó Sambo shouted in the CaptainÕs face.
After a long pause, the Captain squeaked, ÒI...I...apologize...Ó
ÒMaster Beaux!Ó Sambo demanded.
ÒI...I apologize, Master Beaux,Ó the once proud Confederate repeated, as instructed.
Leasa turned away from the ghastly scene to hide her tears. It would be difficult for her to ever look her husband in the eye again.
ÒGet your scrawny, white ass off the floor, boy,Ó Sambo demanded.
ÒB-b-but I canÕt. IÕm hurt...Ó the Captain begged, looking up into SamboÕs black face for mercy.
None was to be found.
ÒYou either get your useless, white ass up or IÕm takinÕ a belt to you in front of your lovely wife!Ó Sambo said, looking over to the beautiful young wife, whom he thought he noticed blushing slightly at his words.
Slowly, Captain Beauragard lifted himself to his feet.
Sambo shed himself of his coat and threw it onto the thread worn couch behind him. Leasa Edwards drew in her breath at the sight of the huge black man in his skin-tight, riding pants.
SamboÕs enormous genitalia were clearly outlined between his legs, and they hung down nearly half a foot from his crotch. The Captain could see his young wifeÕs amazement as she stared at the BlackÕs crotch, seeming almost mesmerized by the awesome sight. The CaptainÕs shoulders slouched more as he saw his wifeÕs face and neck redden inÑwhat could only be explained asÑarousal.
Sambo sat down into the coupleÕs only easy chair, his legs spread wide and his genitals hanging half off the front of the chair. He looked over the thoroughly beaten, white Confederate Captain slouching before him.
ÒNow, where is this weekÕs rent?Ó the powerful, black man demanded.
ÒWe only have half...Master Beaux,Ó Leasa chimed in, hoping to make it easier on her whipped and humiliated husband.
ÒWell, that wonÕt do,Ó black Sambo replied curtly, ÒIt just wonÕt do.Ó
ÒHow will you pay the interest if I allow you to pay up in full next week?Ó he asked.
ÒHow can we...?Ó Leasa inquired of the commanding, black presence seated before herÑlooking like some sort of African king.
ÒMaybe by entertaining me...Ó the Black smirked.
Turning to the Captain, Sambo commanded:
ÒDrop your pants, boy!Ó
The Captain looked at him befuddled...in disbelief at what heÕd heard.
ÒDid you hear me, boy? I said drop your trousersÑand do it now!Ó
The Captain froze. He looked over at his wife, almost pleadingly. Leasa Edwards averted her eyes to the floor, ashamed and embarrassed for her impotentÑand now patheticÑhusband.
ÒIf I have to get up, boy...I swear, I will beat you within an inch of your life, and then take you out in the street and use my belt to whip your white ass in front of all your neighbors. You want that? A whippinÕ by a black manÑgiven to a Confederate officerÑfor the whole community to see? The newspapers will probably print it up too. Hell boy, youÕll be famous.Ó
Silent, tense moments passed slowly in the room.
ÒOne...two...Ó Sambo began counting, his impatience and anger mounting audibly.
Then it happened.
Captain Beauragard slowly began to unbutton his pants.
In a moment they were undone. He glanced over to his wife, 
Cuckold 5 Donna Red Cumbang was still braced against the wall when he released his
grip on her buttocks. She started slowly sliding down the wall, picking
up speed as his cock impaled her. Trisha's eyes flew open as she
screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It hurt, stretching her out,
pushing past her cervix, but she came again, this one bigger then the
last. "Jeesus that's good, fuck me baby. Fuck me hard."
"You're the biggest fuckin cock hound I ever seen. I aint letting you
get away." Reggie knew how to fuck and he started pounding her. "What's
your name bitch?" he asked as she bounced up and down his shaft.
"Ugh, ugh, oh, Trisha, oh, I love your cock, oh, cumming."
Reggie thrust deep as he came, flooding her womb with semen, wondering
if she was on birth control and knowing he should of asked first just
like he hadn't dozens of other times before.
Later, Reggie let the water spray his face as he soaped around his cock
and balls. He rinced off and turned around, eyes widening in shock.
Trisha was on all fours on the floor, her face laying in an inch of
water while her hands spread her ass cheeks open, clearly inviting him
to fuck her ass. Reggie's cock rose up again. Reggie soaped up his cock
again to lubricate it and walked over to her. Her body wasn't flawless,
her thighs had stretch marks indicating she had lost weight, but it was
a minor detail. Her hole wasn't tight and puckered, meaning she wasn't
an ass virgin, but she sure had never felt anything like this before.
Trisha shuddered as he pushed it in.
"Oww, so flugering bigle," she gurgled as water rushed in her mouth.
"So fucking tight," Reggie groaned pushing it in to the halfway mark. He
could tell this was hurting her, but she made no move to get away and
soon he was fucking her with two thirds of his cock. Once, she even
shuddered in orgasm just from geting her as fucked. Then her hand found
it's way to her clit and she came more as she diddled herself. Soon,
Reggie added a load of sperm deep in her bowels to the one deep in her
pussy.
Reggie left her lying in the shower, cleaned himself off again, then cut
the water off. He dried himself walked out to the locker and was
starting to get dressed when Trisha crawled over to him. "Have to taste
you," she said, kneeling before him and taking his cock in her mouth.
Reggie turned hard again and let her suck him off.
*******************
"Let me just say, you look incredible."
"Thanks Dr Conger, I should be paying you for this." Trisha glanced over
at George. He was unhappy and they were fighting because she had blown
the money from this experiment on all new clothes to show off her body,
including skimpy bikinis and workout outfits. He had wanted the money to
by them a car, plus didn't like the way men were looking at her, nor the
way she liked showing off for them. Maybe, she had a way to make it up
to George? "Dr, would you be willing to pay more to try this thing out
on my husband?"
"Yes, of course. I would be curious to see how it works on a man. I'll
pay another grand, but we're going to start selling them now on your
word that you've experienced no problems with it.
"None, at all Doc," said Trisha. She wondered if she should mention her
recent sexual behaviour, but couldn't with George sitting there, plus
she didn't consider it a problem.
"Fine then, keep the headband another month and let me know how George
does with it."
That night, Trisha laid on the bed without moving while George humped
her like crazy. She barely felt him and was working on ways to break it
to him that soon she'd be fucking black men exclusively.
He fell asleep with the headband on and soon she joined him. Even
without the headband, she continued to have dreams.
*****************
"Remember telling me you could never get enough black cock?"
Michelle looked at Tyrone and at the seven black muscle men he had
assembled for her, all former boxing buddies of his. "These are for me?"
The seven men started stripping. Tyrone had done good, picking them for
cock size, not a one was under nine inches. She decided then and there
to give up white men entirely, even Hans and Steve.
"Come suck my cock," ordered one hung black after Michelle had stripped.
Michelle kneeled and greedily took his cock in her mouth. "Yeah bitch,
you suck a mean cock," he said running his hands through her hair.
"What's this?" He moved her hair asside revealing the recorder headband.
Tyrone walked over and Michele immediately grabbed his cock lovingly
stroking it, then another cock was in her left hand. "It's an
experimental device designed to record her workout ethic," explained
Tyrone.
"Well she's sure gonna get a workout today," said the blackman covering
it with her hair.
Michelle got the best workout of her life. At one pont, she had a cock
in her ass, pussy, mouth, and one in each hand. Plus, there were still
two men waiting their turn. It was the best day of her life.
*******************
"Sex after dinner?"
"Can't," said Trish to George putting down her fork."I gotta study at
the library. I'll be late."
"Oh, I guess I'll call it Cuckold Websites and out of his wifeÕs pussy channel, growing whiter and stickier as his wifeÕs secretions facilitated the BlackÕs organ in the seeding of her womb.
The Captain started frigging away at his stiff standing, four-inch penis.
Leasa Edwards was now being ridden as nature intendedÑwith black Sambo in the saddle.
LeasaÕs long, white legs stretched higher and higher, as they strained to open wide enough to provide all the access her aged, black lover required for his seeding of her. As the fucking bore on, LeasaÕs legs wrapped themselves around SamboÕs upper ass, pulling him into her. Her arms wrapped themselves about his neck, burying her face into his shoulder.
ÒYes, oh yes...Ó she whimpered as the pleasure Sambo pounded into her brought her closer and closer to climax.
ÒAugghhh...!!!Ó Sambo bellowed suddenly as he came volcanically into her womb.
LeasaÕs legs locked around his flexing ass, hugging his loins to her as he came again and again, hosing her womb thoroughly with his African seed.
Sambo could feel the young, blonde wifeÕs pussy clutching down, spasming on his big dick. He smiled to himself. He had dreamed of this moment all his life, never believing it would really happen. Now he lay atop Leasa Edwards, in her marital bed, seeding her with their future black child.
After they were both spent, Sambo laid on top of Leasa Beauragard, sweating all over her, for many long, silent minutes. She was becoming accustomed to handling his girth and weight now...and she would remain accustomed to handling his girth and weightÑin just this wayÑfor the rest of her natural life.
Leasa knew at this moment that Sambo had just impregnated her, and that she would now be his lover for life, as well as the mother of his children. As Sambo attempted to dismount her, Leasa held on to him tightly. He was hers; she didnÕt want to let him goÑeven for a moment. This massive, ugly black man had just given her more pleasure than she had ever experienced in her life. She knew she would want himÑeven, need himÑagain and again.
Sambo finally broke free the lust stricken blondeÕs grasp and rose from the bed. He smirked down at the Captain slouched in the chair beside the bed. The ex-slave then pulled the Confederate flag out from under the CaptainÕs wife, observed the huge wet stains from both his and LeasaÕs sexual secretions, and, again, threw the flag into the CaptainÕs face.
Captain Beauragard breathed deep the musk of his wifeÕs and the BlackÕs sexing. This time, rather than disgusting him, he found it deeply erotic. The Captain was ashamed to find his tiny pecker coming to life again. He tried to hide it with the flag...
Sambo saw the CaptainÕs response to his wifeÕs being bred right in front of his eyes. Jonathan BeauragardÕs hands and lap were sticky with his own discharge...and his little pecker was standing stiff again at the scent of his wifeÕs conquest and seeding by the stronger, superior black man.
ÒJohnny boy, why donÕt you button up and run along downstairs. WhatÕs happening in this room is foÕ adults only,Ó Sambo advised.
At this admonishment, Captain Beauragard quickly pulled up his pants, fumbling with the buttons of his fly, and stumbled to the door. As he left, Leasa could see the disheveled, shell-shocked Confederate fleeing out the door...his fly mis-buttoned, with the buttons all out of sequence in his haste.
Captain Beauragard was never to be seen again.
Leasa Edwards realized now that it wasnÕt Sambo who was the clown. It was the man she married, and all he represented: his ridiculous ÔHonorÕ and obsolete ÔCauseÕ.
The southern beauty lay on the bed, her thighs still spread wide, inviting her black lover to take more of herÑif he wanted.
And let me know what you ÔwantÕ...please write me if youÕd like the story to continue.. leasa24@hotmail.com . 
Mandingo Katie she did seem to have a greater desire to workout.
She had even started eatting a salad for lunch every day instead of
pizza or a cheeseburger. She had also been horny every day.
Trisha showered and walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, where
her husband was studying in bed. Trisha was feeling unusually
comfortable with her body and made to drop the towel. She was hurt when
her husband reached to turn the light off before she was naked. He
didn't want to see her ugly body.
Trisha climbed in bed and hoping for some satisfaction, she reached down
under the covers and grabbed his penis. She tugged on it, but it only
remained semi hard. She just didnt turn him on anymore and it hurt her
deeply. Trisha had an idea, something she wanted to try. She crawled
under the covers and took her husband's penis in her mouth. It turned
hard instantly and George jumped in surprise.
George's entire penis easily fit in her mouth, the tip just pushing into
her throat. George didn't last long and Trisha found it unrewarding. His
ejaculate wasn't even enough to wet her appetite. She found herself
using her lips to tightly squeeze the base of his penis and sucking
upwards to get every last drop.
Trisha was surprised with herself, she hadn't planned on swallowing his
semen. It had just come natural to her. She jumped up to go brush her
teeth and wash her mouth out, though it hadn't really tasted all that
bad.
"Thanks hon," said George when she came back. "That was wonderful. I've
always wanted a blow job."
"I've been really horny since working out." Trisha crawled in bed beside
him and started caressing his penis again. Odd, but it stayed limp, like
he needed longer to recharge. Trisha didn't know what she was thinking,
but she had expected him to be ready to go again. She sighed when he
kissed her on the cheek and rolled over.
A few days later. "You're wearing that to the game!" George couldn't
believe his wife would wear something so unflattering. It was now a week
since she started excercising and she had lost ten pounds. Trish had
even started dieting.
"Sure why?" She was wearing a short shirt that showed off her bare
midriff. Her big belly hung down over her belt. She was also wearing
shorts for the first time in years and her pudgy legs jiggled as she
walked. She was becoming more comfortable with her body, though her body
was still overweight.
"Nothing," said George.
Trish and George walked the short distance to the stadium and sat in the
bleachers. Trish stared at the football players. Most were black men,
the sunlight glistening off their muscular bodies.
She sat next to the quarterback in one class. He was a dumb lout, here
on a sports scholarship. Trisha found him arrogant and obnoxious, but
there was something beautiful about the way he moved on the field,
something animalistic, powerful, sexy even...
"You starting to enjoy football?" asked George that night when they got
in bed.
"Not really. Why?"
"You were very intent watching the game."
"Oh, I hadn't noticed." Trisha thought about sucking his cock...she
giggled...his penis, but it wasnt really worth it. Instead, she kissed
him good night and put the headband on.
***********
Michelle covered the headband with a swim cap. She headed out to the
pool watching the men turn to stare at her. She loved showing off her
body since losing the weight. She dove in and swam some laps before
getting out and walking around the pool. She always wore a white bikini
that turned see-thru when it got wet and she loved how it made her many
admirers eyes bulge out.
Feeling limber from the swim, Michelle changed and worked out some more.
She was headed for the showers when Hans motioned her over to one of the
hot tub rooms. She smiled, knowing what he wanted and followed him in.
Michelle entered the room and saw Hans had already removed his shorts
and was sitting on the rim. His penis was rock hard with anticipation.
Michelle undid her string bikini and let it fall to the floor. She
sighed with pleasure as her big boobs sprang free. She would walk around
naked everywhere if it were legal. Michelle climbed into the hot tub and
kneeled down in the water taking Hans' cock in her mouth.
Hans had a long, nine inch cock that was skinny, but still thicker then
her husband's. Tyrone had invited Han's and his buddy Steve to join him
the first time the big black man had fucked Michelle. The three studs
did everything possible three big cocks could do to a woman that night.
She loved their big white cocks, but it was Tyrone's black one that
enslaved her.
Michelle was deep throating Hans when a pair of hands grabbed her hips
and pulled her ass up, just before Steve's familiar thick, eight inch
cock entered her pussy from behind.
Later, Michelle was sitting in Steve's lap while Hans pushed his cock up
her ass. Steve asked, "Poor little slut, still not getting satisfied at
home?"
"I love my husband, but he'll never satisfy me. His little wiener is
just too pathetic."
*********
Trisha woke up feeling the now familiar wetness between her legs and her
ass Julia Bond Blacks On Blondes her index finger, sticking it between the two huge orbs and jiggling them back and forth. As the two bloated balls jiggled about, they slapped against the young wifeÕs wedding ring, smearing it with the sweat of SamboÕs scrotum.
Leasa loved the taste of the obese black manÕs cock. The thick, salty flavor of SamboÕs precum mixed with the deep male musk exuding from his crotch. It made the young, Caucasian wife ravenous for the black seed that was beginning to churn in the abnormally large African testes she milked with her wedding hand.
Sambo began grunting as Leasa Edwards sucked furiously at his cock. Her blonde hair was now becoming undone as her head bobbed up and down with an ever-quickening pace. Loud smacking, sucking, and even snorting sounds were echoing throughout the room, as the once demure beauty became a hungry, cock-sucking whore for the old, black man who was now offering her his dick.
The Captains jaw went slack and hung open, staring wide-eyed at the blonde slut that he was once proud to have called his wife.
Leasa bobbed and sucked, and bobbed and sucked. SamboÕs precum and her own spittle covered her cock shucking hand as she choked away on the fat, juicy, slab of black meat.
Finally, the inevitable happened.
ÒAugghhhh...!!!Ó Sambo grunted loudly as he sprayed a thick volley of jism down LeasaÕs slender throat. She gagged and choked, then maintained her control and swallowed deeply.
Immediately, another volley of thick African seed was spewing from the rotund BlackÕs pee slit that nuzzled up against the warm, wet, swirling tongue of Leasa Edwards. She was ready for this new load and swallowed it more easily. Then there was another and another...Leasa could feel the ex-slave holding each side of her head, keeping her in place to receive and swallow all of his viscous, African seed.
After several long minutes of discharging himself into the kneeling blondeÕs mouth, the huge black man was spent.
As Sambo let go of Leasa EdwardsÕ head, the blonde fell back onto the floor. Her mouth was thickly glossed with white, milky jizz. It oozed from her lips, and then slimed into a long, stringy cord of cum hanging off her chin.
Both men stared at the blonde beauty whose face was now smeared with the dominant black manÕs cum. LeasaÕs chest was heaving up and down as she labored for breath. Then her tongue snaked out and licked the black manÕs baby making juice from her lips. She swallowed deeply, then closed her eyes savoring it.
Leasa Edwards Beauragard would never be the same.
Sambo arose from the large stuffed chair which now bore the cum stains of his and LeasaÕs oral sexing. He strode over to the Confederate flag that Captain Beauragard had worshipfully nailed to their living room wall. With one quick swipe of his hand, Sambo ripped the flag off the wall, and then used it to wipe the cum and spittle off his sticky black dick.
When he was done cleaning himself, Sambo flung the flag of the Confederacy right into the CaptainÕs face.
The Captain sat still on the floor, his countryÕs honored flag covering his face. He breathed in the thick aroma of black sex. His anger roseÑand then subsided...he was now a broken man.
ÒCaptain, spread old ÔStars ÔnÕ BarsÕ on the bed,Ó Sambo directed.
The Captain, with less reluctance than with the previous commands, slowly dragged himself up off the floor. He waddled over to the bed, his pants still shackling his ankles. Then, as ordered, the Confederate officer spread the rebel flag over the bed.
Sambo sat his naked and sweaty, fat, black ass back down in the easy chair.
ÒLeasa, stand up, girl.Ó
Leasa Edwards did as ordered by her new master.
ÒLeasa, undress for me,Ó Sambo instructed, casually.
The once proud Mrs. Beauragard was now broken too. With much less hesitation than earlier, she began to unbutton her gown.