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Haitian Bisexuality

By: Samuelx



There is no such thing as too much sex. I ought to know, I'm a swinger. My name is Catherine Joseph Gilbert and I'm a five-foot-ten, plump, big-booty, thirty-something lawyer-turned-housewife living in the beautiful city of Milton, Massachusetts. My husband Jacob Gilbert and I are both slowly venturing into the budding Haitian-American swinger lifestyle. He's a Psychiatrist working at Walpole State Prison and the person who actually got me into the whole swinging thing. Yes, black people, including Haitians, can be swingers too. It's not something only rich white folks get into. Diversity has hit the swinger scene and it's here to stay. Our neighbors are actually tons of fun. Which is what this story is about.

My husband and I decided to throw a little get-together with some of our friends. And we watched it turn into an orgy before our very eyes. A long time ago, I wouldn't have gone for that but times have changed. And so have I. Everybody was there. Including friends my husband and I knew in college and from our respective careers. I used to be a partner at Guillaume, Madison & Halpern, one of the largest black law firms in the state of Massachusetts. Recently, I left the law firm. The other partners, Francois Guillaume, Evelyn Madison and Derek Halpern voted me out. How did this come about? Well, simply put, I made myself unwelcome. Lord forbid I should speak my mind or display any ethics. The law firm recently helped defend John Aster III, a Boston police officer who was accused of murder in the death of a middle-class black couple he shot during a routine traffic stop. It was an open and shut case. Everyone knew the cop was guilty. You do not shoot an unarmed man and woman in the middle of the night, three blocks from their home, and call it self-defense. It's murder. Especially since this particular cop had a habit of harassing black people. Charges were pressed against him for racial profiling but nothing ever stuck to him. Until that time.

For once, the authorities appeared to see things our way. The Boston City Prosecutor's Office was under a lot of pressure, especially from the local black community, to indict the racist cop. Boston police officer John Aster III was indicted. He was put on trial. His father, ex-Boston police sergeant John Aster Jr. came to us for help. I'll say this for Aster Jr. he wasn't dumb. He knew how the system worked. Boston was a city with a large black population. In a state with an African-American Governor and lots of powerful and wealthy black male and black female politicians. He knew the black community would be outraged and demand his son's head. And the Prosecutor's Office just might serve it to them to avoid looking bad. So, he hired the state's most powerful black law firm to defend a racist white cop accused of shooting a black couple in their car during a routine traffic stop. Yes, he was smart. 

I've never been one to mix business with my personal feelings. I've defended men and women who have committed cold-blooded murder. I once got off a man who chopped his wife's head off and kept it in his fridge. He's free and clear, all on a technicality I was clever enough to figure out. I also secured the freedom of a lesbian activist who set her girlfriend on fire after discovering she'd been cheating on her with her stepsister. Yeah, I am good at what I do. And I've never had any qualms or guilt about it. Until John Aster III, racist white cop and charming sociopath hired my firm to save his sorry ass. I was opposed to the firm taking his case. But we did. And we won him his freedom. Since the firm didn't approve of my recent actions, they forced me out. I received one million plus eight hundred thousand dollars as severance package and was tossed onto the street. Some would consider this the day I became filthy rich. They'd be wrong. This was the day I faced an identity crisis. Being a lawyer was all I ever wanted to do. I tried my hand at running a small business. I also created a scholarship fund to help Haitian male and female college students. But none of it made me happy. I guess I was on a downward slope, until my husband and I tried our hand at swinging.

Presently, I'm on my hands and knees in the living room, my plump ass cheeks spread wide open. Drilling his cock into my asshole is a tall, lean black guy named Michel Clarion. He's a police officer whose wife, Josephine Laverne Clarion is one of my lovers. She told me a lot about him. Which is why I so wanted to try him tonight. Michel Clarion is six feet two inches tall and weighs two hundred and thirty pounds. He's also got a twelve-inch, uncircumcised black dick that makes his wife sing. When she's not licking my pussy, that is. Well, today, this big black cock is up my ass. And I'm loving it. As Michel slams his dick inside me, I finger my pussy. He fucks me hard and fast, just the way I like it. You'd never believe this was our first time hooking up.

Michel grips my wide hips and slams his cock into my asshole. The big black man tells me he loves fucking big black women in the ass. I'm not surprised. Lots of black men have fantasies of fucking big black women in the ass. However, not all of them get to realize that fantasy. Lots of black females are uptight and very reluctant to give up the booty. I'm not one of them. Ever since I discovered anal sex during my freshman year at UMass-Amherst, I've been virtually addicted to it. My husband Jacob was the one who introduced me to this kind of loving. Speaking of Jacob, he's having his way with another couple, right across from me. Jacob is leaning against the living room wall, all six feet two inches and two hundred and ten pounds of him. There's a glazed look in his eyes as his cock is sucked by two very eager and willing mouths belonging to some of our mutual friends. Josephine Laverne Clarion and her good friend, James Leonard, are servicing my husband. Josephine is a petite, busty, big-bottomed, caramel-skinned woman from Port-De-Paix, Haiti, who came to America with her husband Michel in the 1990s. She is a Nurse at Mass General. Her friend James Leonard was a tall and somewhat chubby, Hershey-colored brother who looked like an NFL lineman than the Community College professor he really was. Both of them sucked my husband's cock and balls like their lives depended on it. When they had finally worked him over, Jacob finally came, squirting his hot cum all over their faces. James and Josephine eagerly drank his manly seed. Lapped it all up without spilling a single drop.

I am so absorbed by the sexy scene unfolding before me that I almost, I repeat almost, forget about the man fucking me. It would be next to impossible for me to forget Michel, for he's ventured his dick so far inside me that I'm almost frozen into place. Completely mastered by his dick. I've known about my husband Jacob's bisexuality ever since we first met at UMass-Amherst. It didn't bother me, especially since I was bisexual myself. No one knows this outside our small circle of close friends, most of whom are bisexual themselves. And that's just the way we like it. I don't think most Haitians would be keen to the idea of a bisexual man and a bisexual woman living together and throwing sex parties. I am snapped out of my little reverie by Michel Clarion's brutal hands smacking my ass. I turn to look at him, wincing. He grins, and pinches me. Bastard. He knows I like it. I watch as Jacob puts James on his hands and knees. I love watching Jacob fucking other guys. Especially big macho guys like James Leonard. James gets on all fours and spreads his ass while Jacob comes up behind him. Meanwhile, Josephine watches, fingering her pussy. For a moment, her gaze wanders away from the men and our eyes meet. I wink at her. She waves and blows me a kiss, then resumes watching. Like me, she's turned on by black male-on-male action and can't turn away.

Jacob pushes his cock into James's asshole. A moment later, a sharp scream escapes the big man's lips. I smile knowingly. As someone who's been on the receiving end of Jacob's thrusting cock countless times, I can tell you with absolute certainty that he can split you in half and make you sing. Still, watching James scream like a bitch as Jacob fucks him turns me on. As I'm sure it turns on Josephine. She smiled and went to them, on all fours. Was she about to join in on the action? Apparently so. Josephine grabs James face and kisses him. Then, she moves around him and grabs his ass with both hands. She spreads his ass as Jacob continues slamming his cock into his tight hole. James screams as his ass takes what I know to be the pounding of the century. Speaking of pounding, Michel is fucking me in a way I both love and hate. He pulls his cock almost all the way out, then shoves it right back in. It hurts like hell, but also feels oddly good at the same time. It's hard to describe. You have to experience it in order to know. One thing for sure, it's overwhelming and I find myself screaming at the top of my lungs.

Meanwhile, James is doing some screaming of his very own as he is overwhelmed by the twin sensations of having Jacob's dick buried in his ass and Josephine's warm and gentle mouth sucking his cock. I smile, in spite of the intense pain/pleasure I feel in my bottom. I remember Josephine's mouth. The woman could teach an advanced studies course in Pussy Eating. On the many occasions when she's gone down on me, she's rocked my world. Too bad she was busy playing with the boys at the moment. My pussy could use some of her unique brand of attention right about now. I suddenly feel Michel's body shuddering, and I know what is happening. He's about to cum and I can't let him do so inside of me. Like all the members of our little club, Michel is free of any STDs ( tests are mandatory ) but I only let one man cum inside of me and that's my husband. I warn him to pull out and he does. And not a moment too soon. Seconds later, he squirts his hot cum all over my ass. His pleasurable sighs mingle with my own. Jacob finally comes, and pulls out of a decidedly relieved James. Josephine jumps between the two bisexual studs and strokes their cocks. She's happy as a clown. I watch, nodding approvingly. That was so much fun.

Half an hour later, the five of us hit the showers. Michel and Josephine Clarion leave our mansion, and take a shaken up but smiling James Leonard with them. Jacob and I stand on our front porch and wave them goodbye. My husband puts his arm around me and I smile, sighing. It's times like these that we're really grateful for who we are, what we've done and what we have. A great relationship. A great house. More money than I know what to do with. And last but not least, do the kind of things and have the kind of life most people can only dream of. What can I say? We're lucky to have each other.

Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 02



The sun rose over the city of Boston, waking up everyone's favorite chocolate-skinned, pretty-faced urban charmer. The name is Alphonse Bertrand and I'll be your storyteller for the day. The following story takes place during a rainy day of Spring Break 2008. I am taking some well-deserved time off from the school. Oh, only about a week. But what a week...for it's Spring Break! I need to clear my head, you know. A lot of shit has been happening lately and it's starting to get to a brother.

I am a student of the Boston Military Institute, a small private school located on the Boston Harbor. Not far from UMass Boston, whose library we share. The school has four thousand students, and focuses on preparing them for service in the United States armed forces. The Boston Military Institute is quite unique in that it's one of the few all-male colleges left in the United States of America. In the 1960s, a lot of previously all-male schools went coed. The Boston Military Institute or BMI didn't. We're a modern-day boys club and proud to be, even into the twenty first century. The student body is all-male, though we have both male and female professors. I wish there were more all-male schools in America. Especially in an age where male students are now the minorities on college and university campuses across the country. Something has got to be done to change this alarming national trend. Fortunately, BMI appeared to be doing it by focusing on male education. 

One thing BMI is particularly famous for is varsity athletics. The Boston Military Institute Department of Athletics sponsors Men's Intercollegiate Alpine Skiing, Baseball, Basketball, Football, Cross Country, Swimming, Soccer, Gymnastics, Volleyball, Rifle, Ice Hockey, Wrestling, Track & Field, Rugby, Rowing, Sailing, Golf, Tennis and Lacrosse. Over thirty percent of all students participate in one varsity sport or another. Our collective sports teams, known as the Troopers, compete in the NCAA Division Three. I'm the starting quarterback of the Football team. We've had a good season, recently taking down Bridgewater State College and Worcester State to capture the D-III Title. We showed the New England Football Conference we were a force to be reckoned with. Once and for all.

Yeah, I was attending a kick-ass school and playing college football. The Head Football Coach said I might even make it to the NFL Draft this year. It was supposed to be the time of my life. Unfortunately, things weren't going so well. At the beginning of the semester, I met someone who changed my life forever. James Ferdinand, the interim Dean of the Criminal Justice Department at the Boston Military Institute. A six-foot-tall, big and muscular, jet-black, long-haired stud who looked so good in a business suit, it ought to be illegal. This stud hailed from Atlanta and was an alumnus of BMI, where he did his undergraduate work, over a decade ago. The man looked good enough to eat. He taught only one class, Beginning Forensics. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, so I signed up for his class. He was so fine, and also bright and articulate. And he was single. Imagine how I felt when he finally noticed me. Yeah, the finest man on the faculty was giving me the look. What's the look? All men and women who are gay or bisexual have an innate ability to spot their own kind. Some call it gaydar. I call it the special Awareness. The professor asked me to come by his office later to discuss my work, and I eagerly accepted. I showed up at his office alright, right after football practice. 

Once I was inside, he closed the door and we didn't do a lot of talking. The professor grabbed me and kissed me, then next thing I know, he had me ass up on his oak desk. He stroked my dick. I was hard as hell and damn proud of that, too. I'm about eight and a half inches long and somewhat thick. Also, I'm uncut. My parents didn't let the doctors butcher me for obscure religious reasons. Some of my lovers found this intriguing, but most didn't care. The professor and I stroked then sucked each other's cocks. Then, he put on a condom and took me. I grunted as he worked his nine inches into me. The man knew how to fuck. Gripping my hips, he began to give my ass the pounding of the century. Hard and fast, he slammed his dick into me. His cock was stretching my backdoor to previously unimaginable girths, and I was loving every moment of it. I screamed passionately as this man's magic stick took me to heaven and back. Yeah, we hooked up that day and it was fun. And this was only the beginning. For three months, professor James Ferdinand and I had our affair. I was going out with a fine girl named Mary Shane from UMass Boston at the time. A five-foot-ten, blonde-haired, green-eyed Irishwoman built like an Olympic athlete, Mary Shane was every man's dream girl. Except that I was a man with very different dreams. We had been together for sixteen months. She was alright but didn't light my fire the way professor James Ferdinand did. I soon dumped her and focused all my lust and attention on him. We had our fun for two months, then one day out of the blue he ditched me. Just like that. I was hurt, to tell you the truth. Serves me right for thinking with my dick rather than my brain. I put the professor and his heavenly body out of mind by focusing on going to class and playing football. To ease the pain of getting dumped, I scratched the words CLOSET CASE in bold letters on his precious red Hummer.

If only that had been it, as far as my troubles were concerned. But there was much more to come, unfortunately. I found out that my parents, Olivier and Jeannette Bertrand of Providence, Rhode Island, were getting a divorce. This caught me by surprise, to tell you the truth. I thought my parents had a rock solid marriage. Then again, most people are surprised when things like that happen to their families. So many African-American and Haitian couples are splitting left and right. What's up with that? Oh, well. I decided to chill in Boston for a couple of days. I only had about five hundred bucks in my bank account. The Boston Military Institute doesn't give out athletic scholarships. And it costs twenty grand a year, plus an additional three thousand if you live in the dormitories, which I did. Hailing from Rhode Island, I couldn't exactly commute to the Boston Harbor every bloody day. It would cost me a fortune! After paying for this semester's full tuition, I was basically broke. Thankfully, this was my senior year. Next year, I would be hitting the work force, armed with a bachelor of science degree in Criminal Justice.

Time for this brother to have himself some fun. I tried to beat the stress, but nothing seemed to work. I went to the movies and saw Street Kings. It was pretty good. I can't wait to see Batman : The Dark Knight and Iron Man. I'm a fan of superhero-themed action movies. They're the best. Still, I felt lonely in the big city. Most of the guys from BMI were out of town. The majority of them were wealthy young men from prestigious families. I was just a kid from Rhode Island with big dreams. Still, I found a way to end the loneliness and beat the stress. I went to get myself some booty. The curative effect of fine booty on a stressed mind is something most men are familiar with. So, I got dressed in some killer outfit and hit the streets. I wore an Italian red silk shirt, black Denim jeans and black leather boots, all under a black leather sports coat. As I walked through the streets of Boston, I was aware of men and women checking me out. This is really nothing new. At six-foot-two and 220-pounds of hard-bodied black stud, I was not the kind of man who went unnoticed for long.

And surely enough, I did get noticed. By a voluptuous Hispanic MILF. I hooked up with this plump, middle-aged Hispanic woman named Angelica Ramirez inside the women's bathroom at Copley Mall in downtown Boston. Angelica wasn't my usual type. She was around fifty, with dark bronze skin, and long black hair streaked with a few gray strands. I've got nothing against older women. I've heard lots of good things about their decadence in sexual matters. That's why I gave this five-foot-five, busty, wide-hipped and big-bottomed Hispanic mama a try. And you know what? I didn't regret it!

Angelica was actually a member of the staff at Copley. I thought she looked real hot in her white shirt, black tie and black pleated pants. Man did this woman have a booty! I would have guessed her booty to measure around fifty inches all around, but I could be wrong. I did get a chance to observe it up close, though. I was sitting alone inside the Food Court, chugging down some fine Chinese food with some coke. I had shrimp-fried rice with orange chicken, two egg rolls and some mandarin chicken. Man, if I didn't work out extensively every day, with my kind of appetite I probably couldn't budge. As I ate, I didn't notice the fine-looking Hispanic woman who stood right in front of me. In her hand she held a tray, and asked if she could join me. I looked her up and down. She was thick, fine and stacked. What do you think I said?

Angelica sat across from me, and introduced herself. I wiped my mouth, and looked at her. Damn, this dame was seriously smoking. With her almond-shaped brown eyes, slightly angular face and pouty red lips, she looked seriously hot. She said she noticed me right across the room and just had to join me for dinner. I smiled. This was a total line but I didn't mind at all. I was flattered, actually. I was used to both women and men coming onto me. As we talked, it soon became obvious what Angelica wanted of me. To this day, whenever a woman is that sexually forward with me, I am a bit shocked. But I'm never one to look a gift horse on the mouth. I was down for whatever. Angelica and I went to the ladies room. She put the "Closed for Cleaning" sign on it, and we did our thing.

Once inside, the fury with which this woman grabbed me had me stunned. She kissed me passionately, like she hadn't been with anyone in a long time. She took off her jacket, and I unbuttoned her shirt, noticing with satisfaction that she wasn't wearing a bra. I grinned, and fondled her tits as we kissed. Angelica went straight for my dick. I gasped as I felt her small yet incredibly strong hands grasping my balls. Okay, there! Be gentle, lady! She ran her hands up and down my dick, and I felt myself lengthening. Hey, it usually doesn't take much to get me going. Once, I got hard looking at a nude Picasso at the museum during a field trip. Yeah, it's like that. When Angelica took me into her mouth, I sighed in pleasure. She licked my cock and sucked my balls the way a professional would. I've gotten sloppy blowjobs from the young gay or bisexual men and straight girls I hook up with every now and then. Most of them don't know how to do it right. No, being gay or bisexual doesn't automatically make a man a great cock sucker. You've got to work at it. Same goes for the women who practice this art form. Angelica was so damn good, she could have charged to teach her skills to the oral sex novices out there. She surprised the hell out of me by sticking first one then two fingers up my ass while sucking me off. This wasn't usually my thing but this time, I didn't mind. In fact, having her fingers up my ass got my dick even harder. So much that I came shortly after being thoroughly fingered, shooting my cum all over her face. Oops. Contrarily to what you see in porn videos, most women don't like it when a man comes all over their precious faces. Again Angelica proved to be the exception. Not only did she not mind having me blast my load all over her face, she claimed to like it. Judging by the way she licked every last drop of my cum, I tend to agree. 

Afterwards, I put on a condom and we fucked. Right on a toilet seat. I sat on it and Angelica climbed on top of me. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my member. I thrust into her, feeling the heat radiating from her moist pussy right through the condom. As Angelica began riding me, her big tits flopped against my face. I put my hands on her hips and fucked her. She cussed in machine-gun Spanish as I fucked her. As we did our thing, it occurred to me that she was my first Hispanic woman. How about that? I've been with Blacks, Whites and Asians, but never a Hispanic person. Since I pride myself on being a proponent of diversity, this was my chance to broaden my horizons. We tried a few other positions. Angelica got on all fours, right on the bathroom floor. I knelt behind her. I grasped her plump butt cheeks, and gently spread them apart. In between curses, she told me to stick my dick up her buns. I blinked. Did I hear right? Apparently so. With a smile on my face, I rubbed my cock against Angelica's puckered asshole. Gently, I pushed it inside. I've fucked my share male and female asses in my time. However, I've never heard anyone scream aloud the way Angelica did the moment my dick popped into her booty hole. 

Oh, my. This big-booty Hispanic mama was quite the screamer. For a moment, I thought I might have hurt but she urged me to go harder and faster. Thrilled, I did just that. I dug my fingers into the tender flesh of her hips for a better grip, and thrust my cock into her backdoor. Hard and fast, I pushed my dick into her nether regions. I don't know which one I like best, male ass or female ass. Not that there's much of a difference. I like my plate of ass to be smooth, hairless and pimple-free. Also, I like it clean. Doesn't matter to me if the person I'm fucking is male or female. A hole is a hole, as they say. It's not everyday that I find myself with a partner who loves anal sex as much as I did. So, I took advantage of that. I slammed my dick in and out of Angelica's ass, fucking her like anal sex was going out of style. The big-booty Hispanic MILF gave as good as she got, cussing nonstop and urging me to tear her ass up. We fucked and sucked until we both came, amazingly within moments of each other. How about that? Man, I think this was the fuck of the century!

A short while later, Angelica and I readjusted our clothes and exited the bathroom. She left the closed sign on, much to the dismay of some old women with shopping bags who thought we were members of the cleaning crew. I smiled from ear to ear as I left the Food Court and headed out, onto the street. I crossed the Bridge, and found myself walking near MIT. Pedestrians talking on their cell phones and bikers sped by me. I walked at a deliberately slow pace, taking in the sight of the gorgeous city in the midday sun. Today is a good day, my friends. A day of firsts. I've been hooking up with guys in the men's room for years. At last, I did it with a woman in the ladies room. And I didn't get caught! I wonder what I'm going to do tomorrow. 



Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 03



The name is Lucien Bardeaux. I am a young Haitian-American law enforcement professional in the state of Texas. I make my living as a Border Patrol Agent. Recently, I've had an epiphany. I ran into this brave, fiery Mexican woman as she was crossing the border with her family. They told me they were fleeing a vengeful Mexican criminal overlord whom they had wronged and were desperate to escape from. Their story touched my heart. Thus, I allowed Marisol and her mother Elena to take refuge at my house, along with her younger brother Emilio. I had no idea how much they were going to change my life.

Recently, I've had to readjust my concept of right and wrong, good and evil. Is it wrong for a person escaping from a criminal mastermind to flee to another country by whatever means necessary? Normally, I would say no. As an agent of the United States Government, I was sworn to follow certain rules. However, I've had to reconsider a lot of things lately. What would I do if the Mob was after me? I shudder to think. The Mob is all-powerful and they are everywhere. They can get to anyone. They can do anything. And the Mexican Mob makes the American Mobsters look like Choir boys. They're that ruthless. 

Marisol and her family escaped from the Mexican city of El Pueblo after her fiancé Guillermo was gunned down by a ruthless Mexican mobster. The young Mexican had gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd and he had unwittingly dragged his unsuspecting girlfriend and her family into the big mess. And now, they were on the run for their lives. I will never forget the night when I met them. Marisol and her family crossed the border with a Coyote. And things got really hairy. In case you don't know what a Coyote is, I'm not talking about the animal. What I'm talking about is the worst kind of predator out there. Those men and women who make their living by promising illegal immigrants from places like Mexico safe passage to the United States of America. The Coyotes usually rob their charges first chance they get, murder them and bury their remains in the desert. That's what a Coyote does. They prey on the illegal immigrants who only want to have a better life by coming to America. These Coyotes are the worst of the worst.

In America, a lot of people are always complaining about their problems. As if they've got it so frigging bad. If you want to know what hardship is, you've got to take a look around other countries sometimes. Life is really tough in Mexico. Hard-working men become slaves of the system in order to feed their families. Women are exploited by the Powers That Be. And don't even get me started on what happens to them. Yes, ordinary men and women have it tough in Mexico. There are very few jobs available. The system controls everything. The government is a draconian and controlling, all-powerful entity. And it crushes whoever gets in its way. 

You might think you've got it tough. After all, life in America is no picnic. We've recently entered what can only be called a Recession. Hard-working men and women are losing their homes to foreclosures. Jobs are hard to come by. People are getting fired left and right because the workplace can no longer afford or support them. We're finally realizing how limited resources truly are. Public libraries and schools are feeling the pinch. Downsizing is crumbling the major corporations and big-shot executives find themselves facing unemployment with the same helplessness their blue-collar colleagues do. Yes, we're in hell right now in the United States of America. But for decades, we've had it good. America is a country where women starve themselves to get thin. Out of vanity. Mexico is a place where women sell themselves to feed their families. Out of desperation. See the difference?

Yes, my friends. We've got it tough. But others have it even worse so shut up and suck it up. That's what I tell myself every day. The field of law enforcement is starting to feel the pinch as well. I used to think that when one makes a living as a police officer, a firefighter or a social worker, unless you really screw up, your job is secure. Well, not anymore. Policemen and policewomen are losing their jobs in police precincts across the United States of America. Why is this happening? Could it be random drug tests? Widespread corruption and scandal? Nope. These hard-working civil servants are losing their jobs due to a force more powerful than random drug tests, corruption and scandal. All state-funded agencies and entities are feeling the financial pinch and sacrifices must be made. The agency leaders face the hard job of deciding who among their colleagues must be let go, through no fault of their own. Yeah, that's how it is these days. Welcome to the United States of America circa 2008 folks.

Now, Marisol and her family have been staying with me. I'm not a rich man. As a law enforcement agent, I make fifty five thousand dollars a year, after taxes. That's not a lot, especially in today's economy. The house where I live is a nice little spot in the suburbs of Kati, Texas. My parents left it to me. They live in Maine now. It's where my father hails from. They've decided to enjoy retirement living in New England rather than to endure the desert heat. I am happy for them. For a time, I was quite thrilled to have the place to myself. It's a duplex, with four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room and a kitchen. Oh, and a basement too. I told Marisol she and her clan could stay with me until they got on their feet.

The resilience of this family continues to amaze me. When they left Mexico, they left behind everything they've ever known. They left their hometown, their friends and neighbors. They left a world behind. They braved myriad dangers to come to America, a place where they would be treated as second-class citizens at best and criminals at worst. And I was a man who made a living hunting people like them. I'm not proud of it but it's what I do. It's what pays the bills. But I don't have to like it. Marisol has managed to find a job as a waitress for a Jamaican restaurant. It's something, at least. Her mother, Elena, works as a seamstress for a local garment repair shop. And I've managed to get her younger brother Emilio enrolled at the local high school. I had to pull some strings and the head of a certain social agency owed me a favor, but I got him in school. For now, life is okay. It seems like I've gained a new family, of sorts. 

Marisol and I are good friends. It's not what you think. For starters, I am gay. And she's a few years older than me. I am well aware of the danger she and her clan are in. Texas isn't that far from Mexico and the Mexican Mob is still looking for them. They're in deep shit, though I will help as best as I can. I am well aware of what will happen to me if they're ever discovered. I will lose my badge. I might also face some jail time. Though I've grown fond of them, I really hope they get their shit together within a year or less and then move on. Preferably without costing me everything. I warn Marisol to save every penny and she does, brave girl that she is. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I dread the day my parents will come to visit. I could tell them that Marisol is my girlfriend and that she and her clan only stay with me because an abusive ex is in the picture. But they would never buy it. Especially my mother. She knows I'm gayer than a two-dollar bill. Against all these unpleasant eventualities, I say a prayer and keep my fingers crossed. Hopefully nothing will come along to tear apart my new family. 



Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 04



Everybody knows that big girls love two things. Some good food and a hard dick. Not necessarily in that order. Especially big black females from the hood. My name is Rose and I am a big black woman of Haitian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend Brockton Technical College and I major in Nursing. When I'm not in class, I'm chasing the grub and the dick. They are what can only be considered my ruling passions.

How else would you explain the situations I get myself into? I was hanging out with my friend Brian when all of a sudden, I felt the need. We were eating at this Chinese restaurant located near the campus. I was chowing down on a delicious plate of shrimp-fried rice with orange chicken, egg rolls and pizzas. Yeah, I was having a good time. 

Across from me, Brian was doing his thing. Drinking from a bottle of Patron. Brian is a six-foot-tall, big and beefy black man who plays football for Brockton Tech College. I am glad they added varsity football and wrestling for male students this year. Brockton Tech College currently sponsors Men's baseball, basketball, cross country, soccer, lacrosse, golf, swimming, football, wrestling and volleyball along with Women's softball, basketball, cross country, golf, soccer, swimming, field hockey, volleyball, lacrosse and tennis. We experienced a male shortage a while back. Now, men made up fifty one percent of the 9800-person student body. Which means more fun for me!

I looked at Brian, suddenly feeling quite horny. He was a big dude, which is cool. I like my men to be on the thick side. He's bisexual, which doesn't bother me in the least. He has a certain appreciation for big beautiful women, which is a commendable trait in any man. I stand five feet ten inches tall and weigh two hundred and eighty pounds. Yes, this big black woman has just confessed her weight. I don't give a damn about what anyone thinks and I've got nothing to hide. I'm a big black woman with a thick body, enormous jugs, wide hips, thick legs and a gigantic bubble butt. What can only be described as a ghetto booty down in the hood. And men love me for it. I am finding out that a lot of men out there like us big women. That's more than okay with me, if you catch my drift.

As I looked at Brian, I found myself very hungry, for something other than food. I reached for his hand, looked him in the eye and flat out told him. Brian stared at me, and blinked. I smiled. Guys are always shocked to see how freaky I really am. Yes, women like sex too. Especially big women like myself. We've got voracious appetites for all that life has to offer. I told Brian I wanted to suck on his big black cock and lick his balls until he screamed for mercy. The big and tall black stud stared at me, shocked. I grinned. So, what did he think about my offer? He said yes, on all counts. I smiled. Taking his hand, I led him to the ladies room. I closed the door behind us, and we got busy.

Brian leaned against a wall and I knelt before him. I looked at the big and tall black football stud. He looked good enough to eat. I unzipped his pants, and noticed with satisfaction that he wasn't wearing any underwear. That is more than okay by me because I only wear underwear when I have my period. I don't want to leak all over the frigging place, you know. I grasped Brian's cock in my hands. Oh, my. Now, that's what I call a big black dick! Brian's cock was both long and thick. Just the way I liked them. He was also uncircumcised but that didn't bother me in the least. I like all kinds of dicks. As long as their owners know how to use them.

And Brian certainly knew how to use his, as I soon found out. I took that big cock of his into my mouth. I licked his dick head after gently pulling back the foreskin. Oh, my. I like the way Brian's cock smells and tastes. No two men smell or taste the same. Some taste okay, others take great, and a few taste phenomenal. Brian definitely fell into that last category. I took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth, until I found myself gagging. When you're in gagging territory, you know you're dealing with a major size dick.

I fondled Brian's big balls and stroked them. He moaned in pleasure and urged me to continue what I was doing. I worked my magic. In no time I had gotten Brian's dick hard as a piston. I continued to suck on his tool like a vacuum cleaner on a carpet. Until the big black man finally came, spreading his manly seed all over my face. Many females say they don't like it when a man cums all over their faces. I'm not one of them. I absolutely love getting cum all over my face.

Afterwards, I wanted to try something else. At this point, Brian was down for whatever. I got on my hands and knees, and spread my gigantic black butt cheeks wide open. I exposed a very obvious target. I briefly looked at Brian's face, and smiled as I noted shock on his features. Yeah, he couldn't believe his luck. Most women don't like anal sex. Once again, I'm not your average female. I get down in a variety of kinky and creative ways. Anal sex happens to be one of them. Brian grasped my butt cheeks and gently pinched them. Then, he pressed his cock against my backdoor. With a swift thrust, he went inside me.

I gasped as Brian's big cock popped into my booty hole. His cock felt huge inside my ass. As Brian began fucking me, I reached between my legs and fingered my pussy. I was all wet down there. Anal sex gets me excited. Brian gripped my hips and thrust his cock deep into my ass. I grunted as he slammed his dick into me. He was all force and all power at first. Just the way I liked it. Rough anal sex is my preference when it comes to backdoor action. It is quite intense but can feel so damn good it ought to be illegal. Brian pumped his cock into my asshole. He smacked my big booty and fucked me like anal sex was going out of style. i squealed and begged him for more. He continued to fuck me until he finally came, flooding my asshole with his cum. I screamed as an incredible orgasm rocked my booty. That was so damn hot!

A few minutes later, Brian and I exited the ladies room. The other patrons had heard of and security escorted us out of the place. I smiled and held my head high as we left. Brian smirked the entire time. Some of the male patrons gave us high-fives. I blew them a kiss. What can I say? I felt like a star. I wish more people, especially women, felt the way I did about sex. It's the most natural thing in the universe. Meant to be enjoyed at least once a day because it makes life worthwhile. Anyhow, I got to go. Brian and I have to get to class. Peace.



Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 05



My name is Franklin Reginald. A tall, good-looking, forty-something black man of Haitian descent living in rural Georgia. In the good old U.S. of A. Like many men in this world, I work very hard to make a living. And if there's something which I absolutely cannot stand, it's those people who don't respect the hard work of others. Or worse, those who take them for granted. The Powers That Be. The big Decision Makers in business, law, education, health care, government and the armed forces. These unappreciative men and especially women who fall in that category make my skin crawl. The fact that I am sexually attracted to both men and women who fit this bill irks me even more.

Oh, on the subject of working women, don't get it twisted. I know that plenty of females out there work just as hard as the most driven of men. I'm not talking about these ladies. I've got nothing but respect for them. What I'm talking about are the laziest hussies out there. Those who are content to take credit for work done by others and move up in the ranks through treachery and manipulation rather than hard work and dedication. You know they exist. Don't deny it. They get on my blasted nerves. That's why I love to administer to them the punishment I know they justly deserve. What I provide is a form of community service, if you will. I teach them discipline, appreciation and release. Follow me around a bit and I will tell you all about it.

The first thing I did was find me some participants in this little experiment. Thanks to the Internet, they were not hard to find. In this age of girl power and all that, some women are tired of having their asses kissed not only by their boyfriends and husbands but also by society in general. These women long for a bygone age when men were real men. These females might not admit it but they love being dominated. The more powerful they are, the sicker their domination fantasies. Want to see what kind of woman loves having a man totally control her? Look no further than female athletes, female police officers and female business leaders. They're the biggest freaks of all. Trust me, I know.

Today's experiment involves me taking a certain white female CEO on a tour. This woman wants to let go of the reins of power and be put in her place. A man has to be at the top of his game to dominate this one. She could sniff out a fake macho man faster than a shark could smell blood in the ocean. That's more than okay by me because I am the real deal. For starters, I actually look the part. At six feet eight inches tall and two hundred and eighty pounds, I definitely cut an imposing figure. And I know how to use my size, strength and most importantly my brilliantly twisted mind to establish utter domination on the willing women who come to me.

Presently, Amber & Drake Pharmaceuticals CEO Janice Brownstone was suspended upside down. All six feet two inches and two hundred and twenty eight pounds of her. Thick chains attached to the sturdy oak ceiling held her fixed in this position. Why is this woman hanging upside down? I assure you that it's of her own free will and also because it's exactly what she needs. In her day job, Janice Brownstone has the power to affect and control the lives of thousands of people across the globe. The myriad employees of her company look to her for leadership. The company's owners and shareholders examine her every move and watch her daily performance as well as that of her colleagues and underlings with the eyes of a hawk. She lives in a fast-paced, cutthroat world. A world in which she is one of the decision makers. A member of the Powers That Be. Here in my domain, she is the powerless. I hold all the power. She always wanted to know what that would be like. For someone else to hold all power over here. Well, today is her lucky day.

I stood there, leaning against the wall, arms folded across my chest. I like to give my slaves a good long look at me. It never ceases to amaze them. For the occasion, I wore a black T-shirt, black leather pants and a necklace made of ivory. Janice Brownstone couldn't take her eyes off me. With her hands tied behind her back and her legs hanging from the ceiling, she wasn't going anywhere. Janice Brown's long blonde hair was covered with sweat, as was the rest of her supple, bodacious form. Her skin was a sickly alabaster color. I endeavored to change that. So, I produced my favorite toy to remediate the situation. What is my favorite toy, or should I say instrument? My eight-foot-long, two-inch thick black leather whip. It ended in a spiked ball made of thick rubber. I held it to my face, and gently kissed it, as I would an old friend. Truth be told, my whip was an old friend. Janice Brownstone watched me. I smiled. Then, I took two feathers from my cap. I began rubbing the feathers up and down on Janice Brownstone's face. She sneezed, and said it was ticklish. I grinned. That's good. Tickling her was exactly what I wanted. It's far more subtle than the whip and infinitely more wicked.

I moved the feathers from Janice Brownstone's face down to her neck, and she trembled under the gentleness, and viciousness, of their touch. I moved from her neck to her armpits, and thoroughly tickled her. Tickling isn't most people's idea of torture. That's because they've never been subjected to it. Through tickling I've broken down women who have withstood various other forms of persuasion. It's that potent. I moved from Janice's armpits to her chest, and played with her nipples. She sighed, clearly liking it. I grasped her tits in my hands and squeezed them. Hard. They say that squeezing a woman's tits as hard as you can will produce the same effect as squeezing a man's balls. Well, today I was testing that theory. As I squeezed Janice's tits as hard as I could, I watched her face. Her pretty face was flushed. She turned red, then purple. For a moment or two, it looked like she couldn't breathe. I continued what I was doing. Before the fun and games began, Janice and I agreed on a safe word. Or two. All she had to do was say "I give". And her torment would be over.

But she refused to surrender. We've got a live one here, folks! So I moved onto bigger and better things. As Janice's legs were already spread, I had no problem prying her pussy lips wide open. And I began tickling her clit with the feathers. I must give her some credit. She tried holding on. For a full sixty seconds. Then she howled. I smiled. I always win. I tortured Janice's super sensitive clit by gently rubbing the feathers against it, and waves of pleasure mixed with denial coursed through her. She would have killed to rub her pussy with her hands right now. I knew it. I could see it in her eyes. But I wouldn't allow it. That's why her hands were bound behind her back. Am I good or what?

Next, I took out what I called the big guns. I took three super-sized automated dildos from a nearby table. And proceeded to insert them in Janice Brown's holes. The first one was ten inches long and I pushed it into her mouth after prying her lips open. I made sure it filled her mouth nice and snug. I wanted her silenced before I moved onto the main event. I dipped the remaining two dildos into vats of lubrication. Janice's eyes widened. She wanted to shout but the dildo muffled her cries. I saw the terror in her eyes. It pleased me like you would not believe. Now, this is where I get to have fun.

Over the next few minutes, I patiently and thoroughly pushed each of the twelve-inch dildos into Janice Brownstone's holes. One in her pussy and one up her asshole. Slowly but surely, I worked them inside her. She squirmed. She thrashed about wildly. She struggled in her bonds. But the thick Titanium chains would have held a bear or a lion. They were more than a match for this trapped corporate Amazon. I worked about eighty percent of each dildo into each of Janice's holes. Until she was finally filled. Then, like any good artist worth the name, I took a step back and admired my handiwork.

Then I produced my other favorite toy. A remote control which held mastery over the dildos. I pressed the little red button, and the super-sized dildos began to vibrate inside Janice's pussy and asshole. The corporate Amazon squirmed and thrashed about, trying to break free of her bonds. But it was all to no avail. Those chains were a match for her strength. I watched her struggle. I saw her pain. And yes, I saw her pleasure. For she did enjoy it. Immensely. I saw it in her eyes. Oh, well. That's more like it. Time to crack the whip. And crack it I did.

Hey, you didn't think I took it out for nothing did you? Janice Brownstone's eyes widened like saucers when she saw the whip. I smiled wickedly, and lashed out with it. The whip fell across the captive woman's body and the echo was like thunder. When it struck her, she thrashed about wildly. Where the whip had struck her, a beautiful red mark, over ten inches long, lay in perfect symmetry. I smiled, and repeated the experience. I got into a real frenzy, whipping her in the face, the chest, the hips, the legs and the ass. I spared not an inch of her. She tried to scream, but the giant dildo was a very effective gag. And so I rained blows of the whip upon my captive Amazon. 

Every crack of the whip was a thrust in the name of avenging wounded manhood. Every strike was a blow of vengeance, of masculine retaliation in this episode of the battle of the sexes. I was merciless. I beat her senseless. Every strike was justifiable in my mind. For they were done in the name of righteous vengeance. I thought of every woman I'd ever met who had been wicked, manipulative, mean-spirited, cruel or just downright bitchy. I wanted to make them pay. And Janice Brownstone had willingly provided me the vessel through which to do that. She wanted the pain, and I had a lot of it to give her. And I must tell you, I really liked it. I whipped her face, leaving nice red marks on both cheeks. I whipped her ass so much it turned a bright red hue. And through it all, I found myself incredibly aroused. Like you would not believe. It was awesome. So much that I paused long enough to take out my cock. My nine-inch-long, uncircumcised black dick. I stroked it before Janice Brownstone's amazed eyes. With one hand, I masturbated. With the other, I wielded the whip and whipped her senseless. If Janice could have screamed, she would have. Her eyes pleaded me. But her body could take a lot more so I gave her more. Until I saw surrender in her eyes. It turned me on so much that I came right then and there. Shot my cum clear across the room. Some of it landed on her, the rest hit the wall. It was glorious.

A few minutes later, I unbound Janice Brownstone. She was most grateful, and quite happy with our session. You see, she's a masochist and I'm a sadist. She is one of those people who love pain. And I am one of those people who love inflicting pain. In some basic way, we needed each other. I led her to the shower, and let her do her thing. An hour later she was gone. She was driving back to Atlanta with a smile on her face. I waved her goodbye. And to tell you the truth, I was quite happy too. I don't do this for the money. I do this because I must.



Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 06



There is nothing quite like the feeling I get when I dominate my favorite and very willing lover's sexy body in our bedroom. It's something we both love, though. That's why I'm doing it to him right now. My name is Amy Stephanie Isidor. Originally from Cap Haitien, Haiti, but currently living in the good old U.S. of A. I'm a five-foot-eight, voluptuous and bootylicious black chick with braided hair which I've recently bleached blond-white. And I have naturally light gray eyes. I am forty two years old and live in an apartment in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Down in the West Side. Not far from Shaw's Market. I own a small convenience store. Yeah, it's a good living. Let me tell you all about my sexual proclivities. I am addicted to kinky sex. What do I enjoy? Long walks on the beach, romantic dinners, and shoving a dildo up my man's ass. Not necessarily in that order, though.

My man Trevor Rodolphe loves it when I shove my dildo up his ass. Right now, I am stroking his long and thick, uncircumcised black dick as I push the dildo into his ass. He is lying on his back in our king-sized bed, relaxing and enjoying himself. He's a six-foot-tall, big and chubby, yet still very good-looking black man in his early twenties. Works as a Corrections Officer for the county. And he's a bisexual stud who totally gets off on this kind of action like you would not believe. When we got together, Trevor was honest with me. He swung both ways. That didn't bother me one bit and I thanked him for his honesty. I'm bisexual too. The monogamous kind, though. I did tell him that while we were together, it was going to be just me and him. No other girls and no guys. He was okay with that. We've been getting along famously since then. On with the sex. The dildo is well lubricated and slides easily in and out of his asshole. I love my sexy black stud for letting me do this. Nothing gets me excited quite like giving his sexy black ass the anal pounding we both know it craves.

Trevor and I are both really into anal sex. Why, just last night I was riding that big black dick of his like there was no tomorrow. Yeah, I was on all fours, ass cheeks spread as far as they could. Trevor came up behind me and shoved his cock into my asshole. He gripped my very wide hips and thrust his dick into my deep, tight hole. I love it when he fucks me like this. Hard and fast, just the way I like it. Trevor loves to slam his big black cock into my tight asshole. He loves the feel of a tight ass around his cock. After fucking me like that, he came inside me. He flooded my asshole with his cum. I screamed in pleasure, loving every second of it.

After Trevor fucked my ass, I lay there in a sea of our fluids, happy as a clown. I amazed him by showing how quickly I could get really down and dirty. I sucked his cock right after it had been up my ass. That's probably the raunchiest thing you've ever heard of, right? Or at least pretty close. I sucked Trevor's cock and licked his balls. Then, I put on a condom on his dick and gently pushed him on his back. Trevor pushed his dick into my pussy and I began riding him. He put his hands around my waist and fucked me hard. I loved the feel of his hard dick in my pussy. We fucked and sucked the night away. Yeah, last night was a good night. I fell asleep in my man's arms, my pussy and asshole sore from getting thoroughly fucked.

You see, I'm the kind of woman who gives as good as she gets. That's why I wield my strap-on dildo with expertise and authority as I drill it into Trevor's asshole. I shove my dildo as deep as it can go in his ass, which is pretty deep. Trevor screams as I began pounding his asshole mercilessly with my dildo. Oh, yeah. I was owning his ass and loving every moment of it. It's all about the butt hole pleasures, folks. I got the deliciously wicked idea of changing positions. I put Trevor on all fours and fucked him like that. Doggy-style. Hard and fast, I drilled my dildo up his asshole. He stroked his cock as I fucked him. Now that's what I call a good fucking.

Trevor loves to get his ass pounded by my dildo. And I absolutely love doing it to him. We've had a lot of fun like this since we've gotten together. I bought a strap-on dildo for the first time six months ago, just to please him. He told me once that he had fantasized about that. Truth be told, I fantasized about doing that to a man too. I didn't think Trevor would be into it, though. He's such a big and tall, macho black stud. However, I was wrong. Even a big strong guy like him could be into the whole strap-on dildo thing. And that's more than okay by me, as you can imagine. Trevor groaned as I fucked him in the ass. He told me to fuck him harder. I laughed. That's just what I wanted to hear.

I was determined to give him the fuck of the century. So, we changed positions once more. I lay flat on the bed, with my strap-on dildo sticking upward. Trevor lowered himself onto me, until he had impaled his ass on my dildo. I put my hands around his hips and he began to ride me. I shoved my dildo deep into his ass and he screamed in delight. Yeah, that's my kind of fuck. I wanted to own his ass. And I did. I stretched his manhole with my dildo like strap-on sex was going out of style. Trevor's screams of pleasure mixed with pain filled the air. And you know what? They were music to my ears. What is my favorite activity in the world? I love fucking black men in the ass with my strap-on dildo and if loving it was wrong then I didn't want to be right. 

Trevor's impassioned screams filled the air. I continued to pound his ass until he begged for mercy. Only then did I relent. I pressed a button on my mechanized dildo and it released a spray of hot artificial cum deep into his ass. Trevor screams and I see shock on his face. He is amazed at how vicious and kinky I can be. I gently stroke his face. Yeah, I just fucked the hell out of him. Who's the bitch now? Slowly, I squeeze the dildo out of Trevor's ass. He sighs in relief. I unstrap the dildo and throw it on the floor. Trevor and I lie side by side. Our bodies are covered with sweat. I gently stroke his cock, which is covered with cum. He pulls me to him and kisses me. I giggle as he whispers into my ears that I'm all the woman he'll ever need. You know that's right. I know how to get any man and keep him. Even if he's bisexual. What he needs is an adventurous gal who's not afraid to try some crazy, kinky stuff. And you know I'm definitely the right woman for the job.

Trevor and I spend the night together. Tomorrow, I've got all kinds of shit to take care of. Running a convenience store isn't exactly fun and games. I manage it just fine, most of the time. Trevor's asking me to move in with him. I'm a little hesitant about that. Don't get me wrong. I love my man. He's awesome. He's good to me. I care deeply for him. And we get along great. But I'm not sure if I'm ready to live with someone. I've had relationships with quite a few men and women in my time. I've actually loved a few of them. But I've never enjoyed living with any of them for extended periods of time. Living together, being in each other's space all the damn time, that's not exactly my idea of fun. I don't want to hurt Trevor's feelings but I like things exactly as they are. We hang out, we go dancing together, we have dinner and we hook up. It's good like that. Fun and exciting, without drama. Why fix it if it ain't broke?



Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 07



Howdy, folks. The name is David Philemon. A big and tall, good-looking young man currently living in the great state of Massachusetts. I am getting ready to go meet some friends of mine for some fun. It's going to be fun. Feel free to tag along if you want to. I take a look at myself in the mirror and I smile. I really like what I see. A sexy, chocolate-skinned stud muffin with the body of an Olympic athlete and the face of a model. Oh, and last but not least, the endowments of a porn star. Why do I say it? Simply because it must be said. Just ask any of the sexy ladies on my campus. They'll tell you straight up that I can stand and deliver! Yeah, I've got it all. Follow me!

I walk through the busy Commonwealth Institute of Technology campus. It was around noon on a Friday. In early May. Everyone was leaving. I kept bumping into folks and I didn't like it one bit. This place is so crowded it's not even funny. Commonwealth Tech is the place I call home these days. Located in Chestnut Hill, a few miles from downtown Boston. The school is like a small city. There are thirty eight thousand students. We're considered one of the best private schools in the country for engineering, computer science and various areas of technical education. Oh, and our sports teams aren't bad either. Commonwealth Tech sponsors Men's Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Football, Wrestling, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Volleyball, Pistol, Water Polo, Alpine Skiing, Archery, Bowling, Rifle and Rowing along with Women's Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Field Hockey, Wrestling, Lacrosse, Equestrian, Archery, Ice Hockey, Volleyball, Water Polo, Alpine Skiing, Bowling, Rifle and Rowing. We compete in the NCAA Division One. 

I enrolled at Commonwealth Tech, majoring in civil engineering. This tale takes place near the end of my sophomore year. I'm originally from Georgia and I wanted badly to get into Georgia Tech but they wouldn't have me. I don't know why. I graduated among the top five percent of my class back in high school. With my six-foot-four, 260-pound build, I had schools all over the country practically drafting me into their football teams. To heck with Georgia Tech. I would find another school. And I did. The Commonwealth Institute of Technology was offering me a full student-athlete scholarship for Football. My parents, schoolteacher Jean-Michel Philemon and attorney Bernadine Theodule Philemon of Atlanta, Georgia, weren't sure about my moving up north. It took a while for me to convince that it was the best thing for me. And so I moved to Boston, Massachusetts, into the Commonwealth Tech men's dorms. Some people would think that I had it made. Life wasn't easy for this collegiate black man. I was under a lot of scrutiny at my new school. Tons of rich brats from the Boston area make up most of my classes. They have it real easy. I mean, some of them own yachts and drive Hummers! I'm just a poor guy from Georgia trying to better himself through education. I worked hard in my classes and generally tried to keep a low profile. Tons of college football players appear in the news as of late and it's usually not for something good. I want to play ball, get my degree and move on. No drama for me. Thank you very much.

Still, sometimes, a man had to unwind. I had these buddies of mine that I decided to meet for some fun. I went to meet them at their apartment. My buddy, Commonwealth Tech Men's Wrestling team captain Miguel Fernando and his girlfriend Theresa Roberts wanted to have some fun with me and I was down with that. I soon arrived at Miguel's dormitory, a big brownstone building that kind of looked ominous. Like a horror movie set. I pressed the button and after a minute, Miguel and his girl came to greet me. I looked at him and smiled. He grinned, and pulled me into a bear hug. His girlfriend kissed me on the cheek, and we went inside. I've known Miguel ever since Orientation Day last year. He's a Junior who helped me out by showing me around the campus. Miguel is a six-foot-two, big and beefy, mustachioed Latino stud with long black hair, light bronze skin and the hairiest body I'd ever seen. He's a hirsute man and proud of it. The look worked for him, though. He's good-looking in his own way. And really cool to hang out with. I like him a lot. Never thought I'd tell him. Until the day he told me he was bisexual. That's when I revealed myself to him. I was bisexual too. Miguel was pleasantly surprised. I thought we'd kick it for sure. Unfortunately, he was in love with someone else. A female athlete named Theresa Roberts. His current girlfriend, who was very accepting of his bisexuality.

The three of us sat in Miguel's living room. They sat together on a big brown couch. I sat across from them, on a large futon. My buddy looked really hot in a bright blue T-shirt and black jeans. His lady looked equally alluring in a black halter top and shiny white pants. I met Theresa a while ago. This five-foot-eleven, voluptuous dame was something else. A mocha-skinned curvy gal of African-American and Latino descent. She was stacked, with the biggest tits I'd seen in ages. Her hips were wide and her booty was huge. We're talking about more than fifty inches of big booty here. I've seen a lot of big butts growing up in Atlanta. Theresa was in a class by herself. And this big beautiful woman was pretty athletic too. She was the captain of the Commonwealth Tech Women's Rugby team. A while ago, she competed for the all-new Commonwealth Tech Women's Wrestling team in the 250-pound weight class. This big beautiful lady was no spring chicken, that's for damn sure. I looked at the two of them nervously. How do we get this party started?

Fortunately for all involved, Theresa was more than ready to break the ice. She grabbed the remote and turned on the big screen TV. I felt a slight tremor in my spine when I saw what was playing on TV. There were two men and one woman on screen. The first man was slim and brown-skinned, with a shaved head. He lay on a bed while a slim, blonde-haired white woman and a big, muscular, red-haired white guy busied themselves sucking on his cock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Theresa looked at the screen and smiled naughtily. Then, she laid her hand on Miguel's lap. He smiled, not minding at all as she unzipped his pants. Out came his dick. I watched the two of them, fascinated.

Theresa leaned over and began sucking on her boyfriend's dick, right in front of me. She paused long enough to tell me to relax, and enjoy myself. I nodded, fascinated. As I watched the two of them, I found myself quite turned on. Without even realizing it, I found myself patting my erect dick through my pants. Oh, to hell with it. I unzipped my pants and out came my cock. Eight and a half inches of long and thick, uncircumcised black dick. I pumped my hand up and down on my dick, watching as Theresa sucked Miguel like her life depended on it. Man, this chick really knew how to work a dick. Miguel winked at me as his girlfriend serviced him. I smiled nervously, and nodded. Theresa briefly stopped sucking Miguel and told me to come over. I didn't need to be told twice. I wanted a closer look anyway. I stood two feet away from them, jerking off as I watched them do their thing. Theresa pulled me down and stopped sucking Miguel long enough to ask me to join in.

I hesitated. What did she mean by that? I looked at her, then focused my gaze on Miguel's long and thick Latin dick. I must say, I wanted a taste of it. And so I got me some. I knelt beside Theresa and pressed my lips against Miguel's cock. The Latino stud urged us on as we sucked his dick. The first thing I noticed was the smell of Miguel's dick. His scent was strong and masculine. Also, his cock tasted quite different from any other I'd ever tasted. No two men taste or smell exactly alike. I gently stroked Miguel's balls while sucking his dick. Theresa slid two fingers into his ass while sucking him. Judging by the way Miguel moaned in pleasure, he was no stranger to having his ass played with. Truth be told, neither was I. Theresa and I worked him over until he finally gave it up, coming all over our faces. We greedily sucked every last drop of his manly essence.

Next item on the list was Theresa getting serviced by both of us. She lay flat on the floor, her voluptuous body gorgeously nude and her thick legs spread. Her pussy was quite hairy. Hot damn. I watched Miguel as he knelt between her legs and went muff diving. He began licking his girlfriend's pussy and probing her with his fingers. The sight of Miguel licking Theresa's pussy was hot, though not as hot as the sight of his sexy ass. Sticking up in the air. Impulsively, I grabbed his ass. Yeah, I kind of have that tendency. Miguel briefly turned around, and told me he liked it.

I grinned. That's just what I wanted to hear. I rubbed my hands all over Miguel's ass. Gently, I spread his ass cheeks. He didn't protest. I slid first one finger, then two into his bottom. His ass was wonderfully warm and tight, but not too tight. I liked the way it felt. My cock was hard and aching to go somewhere warm. Might as well be Miguel's ass. I spread Miguel's ass cheeks as wide as they could go and pressed my cock against his backdoor. With a swift thrust, I went inside. Miguel didn't protest as I penetrated his ass. Good man. I put my hands on his hips and began pumping my cock into his ass. His body shook under the force of my thrusts, but they didn't deter him from aggressively licking Theresa's pussy like oral sex was going out of style.

I fucked Miguel's tight ass, and it felt good. Man, I hadn't gotten laid in a long time. So I rammed my dick into Miguel's ass. From time to time he grunted or moaned, but otherwise took it like a champ. He was a power bottom all the way. He did ask me for a break, though. I understood, and slowly pulled out of him. Miguel was now thrusting his cock into Theresa's pussy while I fucked him in the ass. Talk about kinky. We fucked like this for a while, and I got my nut, as they say. I came, flooding Miguel's tight ass with my cum. He finally screamed as my cum flooded his ass. That didn't stop him from hammering his girlfriend's pussy like a battering ram, though. Theresa wrapped her arms around Miguel's torso, pulling him to her as they made love. I must say they made a very loving, beautiful image. Slowly, I squeezed my dick out of Miguel's ass and watched him and his girlfriend do their thing.

It was pretty hot, I must say. Yeah. Miguel fucked Theresa's pussy until the big woman begged for mercy. Later, I realized, she was still not sated. Wow. She said she wanted to try something new, and left the room. Miguel and I looked at each other, and smiled. What did she have in mind? Theresa reappeared a minute later, a strap-on dildo attached to her hips. My eyes widened. Um, I seriously hope she doesn't plan on using it on me. That thing was huge! As if reading my mind, Miguel smiled and told me that the dildo was for him. I stared at him, stunned. Good luck, amigo! I watched as he got on all fours and spread his ass cheeks. Clearly, he was no stranger to this sort of thing. Theresa laughed, and told me this was a routine thing they did in the bedroom.

With that, she took some lube and smeared it all over the dildo. The she applied the lube on Miguel's ass. She positioned herself behind him and spread his ass cheeks. She pressed the dildo against his puckered butt hole, and gently eased it inside. I watched, fascinated. Theresa Roberts was one kinky chick! Placing her hands on Miguel's hips, she began pumping the dildo into his ass. Miguel grimaced as she fucked him, but did not scream. Theresa seemed to really get into it. She pounded his ass with 'her dick'. It was pretty hot, though not my cup of tea. I prefer the real thing, in any event. Theresa briefly looked at me, saw my erect dick and licked her lips. Then, she uttered a request. I blinked. What? She repeated it. Apparently, I had heard right. This big beautiful woman with the ghetto booty from hell wanted me to fuck her. In the ass. Surprisingly, I was okay with that. 

Theresa tossed me the nearly depleted can of lube, and I made good use of what was left of it. I lubed up my dick, then came up behind her. I spread her plump ass cheeks and smeared some lube all around her booty hole. Then, I pressed my dick against her asshole, took a deep breath, and pushed it inside. The first thing I noticed was how warm and tight Theresa's asshole felt around my dick. Truth be told, I've never fucked a woman in the ass before. I've fucked a lot of guys, and a few have fucked me. This, however, was a first. I took time to savor the moment. Theresa groaned as I penetrated her ass. She continued ramming her dildo into Miguel's ass. The big Latino stud was screaming as his ass got pounded. She laughed as she made him scream. I don't know why, but this really ticked me off. Time for Theresa to find out what it's like to get fucked in the ass. Mercilessly, I rammed my dick as far as it would go up her ass...and heard her earth-shattering scream of protest. I must say, it was music to those ears of mine.

I laughed as I slammed my dick into Theresa's booty hole. She was whistling a whole different tune now. I dug my fingers into the flesh of her hips as I fucked her. She squealed and told me I was splitting her ass in two. I plunged my cock into her forbidden depths of her ass, going balls deep, as they say. Theresa's screams changed in tone, and gradually she got used to it. Her asshole, which was surprisingly elastic, began to relax. She began to enjoy herself. Clearly, she was no stranger to anal sex, though dicks like mine didn't come around too often. We settled into a nice, easy rhythm. I fucked her slowly and steadily, and in turn, she did the same to Miguel. His screams of pain had turned into groans of pleasure. We went at it until I came for the second time that night. I will never forget Theresa's scream as my cum flooded her booty. Man, that woman could scream loud enough to break an office building. I couldn't believe it. Slowly, I pulled out of her. And she pulled out of a very relieved Miguel. The three of us lay on the carpeted floor, sore, covered with bodily fluids, but undoubtedly feeling very much alive.

And this, folks, is how it all began. Miguel, Theresa and I officially formed a secret society. What do we do? Oh, you know. The usual. We hang out. We have fun. We go to the movies together. We chill. And when we feel like it, we get down and dirty. Having raunchy fun that could make the Devil himself blush. Yeah, we got it like that. I no longer feel alone or bored on campus. Not with friends like these. Anyhow, it's been real. Thanks for sticking around long enough to hear the tale. I've to go. Got places to be, things to do and people to see. Just promise me you'll remember the name. peace.



Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 08



There is nothing quite like the feeling I get when I accomplish something. As the valedictorian of my graduating class at Mansfield University in Mansfield, Massachusetts, I have quite a lot to be proud of. For starters, I am the first black male valedictorian the school had ever seen. Not once in its two-hundred-year history has a black person achieved what I've done. I choose to think of myself as a myth buster and record breaker. A young Haitian-American man with talent and a good head on his shoulders. The name is Alec Pierrot and I approve this message.

I stand on the podium, surrounded by my classmates along with their parents. I smile and wave at them and begin my speech. Many are those who envy me. I took all of them by surprise. As a six-foot-three, 240-pound, jet-black and muscle-bound young man, I simply don't look like a valedictorian. A football stud, maybe. A basketball player, possibly. Valedictorians are usually preppy, female and white. No matter where you go. I guess that's why there's so much black media gathered here. For a poor guy from Atlanta, it can certainly seem like a lot. I take it all in stride. This is my moment. I continue with the speech. My lips are moving, and I recite the speech I wrote two nights ago. My mind however is pretty far away.

Four years ago, I came to Mansfield University on an academic scholarship. Mansfield University is one of the largest private schools in the country. Forty one thousand students, spread over six campuses. A titanic institution. Offering associates, bachelors, masters and doctorates in more than eighty fields. Mansfield University has campuses in Boston, Mansfield, Plymouth, Andover, Amherst and Peabody. The Mansfield City campus is the flagship of the university. It's also where the founder's tomb is located, along with the new state of the art dormitories and athletic complex. 

While internationally famous for its academic rigor, Mansfield University is well-known for its athletic prowess. The Mansfield University Department of Athletics sponsors Men's Intercollegiate Archery, Baseball, Bowling, Cycling, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Alpine Skiing, Ice Hockey, Volleyball, Golf, Tennis, Squash, Rifle, Fencing, Gymnastics, Rowing, Football, Wrestling, Sailing and Rugby. For female student-athletes, they offer Women's Intercollegiate Archery, Baseball, Basketball, Cycling, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Alpine Skiing, Bowling, Rowing, Ice Hockey, Volleyball, Golf, Tennis, Equestrian, Squash, Rifle, Fencing, Gymnastics, Field Hockey, Wrestling, Sailing and Rugby. All of our sports teams compete in the NCAA Division One.

Yeah, the place was impressive. That's how I felt when I first came along. I was deeply impressed. Growing up in Atlanta, I thought I had seen it all. My father, Julio Pierrot is a graduate of Georgia Tech. He's the Director of Field Operations for ATL Tech, a civil engineering company. He did his undergraduate work at Morehouse College and wanted me to go there. I love Morehouse but I had other plans. I wanted to explore life outside the South. I wanted to find myself. Have my own adventures. So I went to New England when Mansfield University offered me a full academic scholarship. My mother, Iris Joan Pierrot didn't want me to go anywhere either. She's a Spellman College graduate who earned her master's degree at Georgia Tech, where she and dad met. Sorry mom and dad, but I'm a grown man now. I've got to follow my own path.

My own path. What is my own path? The path of the dutiful son who wants to make mom and dad proud? One thing for sure, I'm still plagued with doubt. What would my parents say if they found out what I've been doing at Mansfield University? Newsflash, I'm not just the smartest student in school, I'm also the Founder of the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transsexual Alliance at Mansfield University. I fought both administrators and students to get the Alliance off the ground. Nowadays, it's in full bloom. We've got two hundred members. Eighty percent of the members are young white gay men and lesbian women from wealthy families. I'm one of twelve black students in the Alliance. How's that for diversity? I was a minority in the fabulous society I helped create. Only twenty five percent of Mansfield University's student body is non-Caucasian and most of the ethnic minority students, whether Black, Asian, Latino or Middle-Eastern, aren't exactly supportive of gay rights.

I look down from the podium, and notice how small everyone looks from my lofty stance. I smile. I know I'm not supposed to, but it feels good. I wonder how the wealthy, usually conservative parents of these fine young people would react if I flat out told them that I was bisexual. Some would be outraged. Mansfield University isn't exactly a bedrock of liberalism. Even though both Massachusetts and California now allow Gay Marriage. Some places simply refuse to chance. I shouldn't think like that. Mansfield University has done a lot for me. As the top scholar of the undergraduate engineering program, I was given another scholarship. This time I would have the chance to earn my doctorate in engineering at Mansfield University for free. Aren't they some nice people? So generous. So kind. I should not bite the hand that feeds me. Or should I? 

I scan the crowd, and notice a familiar face among the graduating students. The face of Wanda Bernard, my former girlfriend. Ah, Wanda. So fine, so smart, and almost always angry and suspicious of those around her. She calls it vigilance. I call it paranoia. We've got quite a history together, you know. I met Wanda during Orientation Day freshman year. The tall, pretty-faced, delightfully curvy, caramel-skinned young woman was the daughter of James Bernard, the Dean of Students. She live on campus practically her entire life. She knew the place like the back of her hand. So even though she was a freshman like myself, she was also a tour guide. I noticed her immediately. It was hard not to. A six-foot-tall young black woman shaped like one of those legendary Ebony goddesses from Ancient Africa will catch the roving gaze of any man with a pulse. And I was a man with a pulse.

I was drawn to Wanda like a moth to the proverbial flame. I basically 'accidentally' ran into her quite a lot, and we talked a few times. One day, I asked her out. She accepted. Back then, she was smitten with me. I was a bit surprised. Fine young black women like her were usually drawn to thugs. I wasn't a thug. I was a southern gentleman living in New England. My speech wasn't ghetto. My manners were immaculate. And my diction was smooth. I went to class. I went to the gym. I went to the library. I went to church. Not very exciting, hey? I've never been Mister Popular. My parents instilled in me a strong work ethic. And some strong values. Values which I had yet to reconcile with my other side. At that point, I knew I was bisexual. Even though I hadn't told anyone yet. Especially Wanda. I checked out both handsome men and sexy women when walking.

I even had a favorite type of individual of the female persuasion I felt drawn to. I liked women who were tall, busty, and a little bit on the thick side. Having a nice, round and full behind doesn't hurt. Of course, it wasn't just physical. I liked women who were smart, open and friendly. I liked intelligent women of all races. I've dated smart, funny and decent women of other races and usually had pleasant experiences. I was also fond of intelligent, good-looking, charismatic and caring black women. My mother is such a lady. So I know they exist. I've got some pretty high standards. I cannot and will not accept the company of anyone who's ill-mannered, rude, crude, menacing or downright scary. You know who you are. I don't even bother looking at anyone who falls into that category.

As for the men, I was drawn to good-looking, articulate and intelligent men of all races. I was quite fond of the sexy black studs I saw walking around the Mansfield University campus, sporting college football and basketball jerseys. I like thick brothers. I like skinny brothers. I like muscular brothers. As long as they're cool, smart and healthy. We can deal. What I'm not feeling is someone who's rude, crude, dumb or downright mean. Cannot tolerate any such fool. Will tell him to hit the road. 

I met a lot of fine-looking gay and bisexual black men in Atlanta. I've had lots of fun with many of them. I intended to continue having such adventures when I came to Mansfield University. Of course, my girlfriend Wanda Bernard had other plans. You see, Little Miss Perfect didn't approve of my affairs. When we started dating, we became the Golden Couple at Mansfield University. I was the captain of the Men's Fencing team, which got me a lot of media attention because I was the most talented person on the team, and also the only black fencer. Wanda Bernard was the captain of the Women's Rugby team. Mansfield University had the oldest and most successful men's and women's varsity rugby teams in the country. Wanda was a popular athlete. She was considered a role model by high school athletes around the state. Also, she had been profiled on ESPN and praised endlessly for her academic and athletic prowess. That combination doesn't make for a modest individual.

I was quite honest with Wanda Bernard about what I was into from the beginning. I don't believe in hiding when I don't have to. At the Saint Joseph's School For Distinguished Gentlemen, an all-male private school I attended in Atlanta, I was fairly out as a bisexual young man. There were plenty of openly gay and bisexual guys on campus. Both student body and faculty. Wanda attended Boston Latin Academy, one of the best high schools in Massachusetts. I soon found out that my girlfriend and I had a lot more in common than being the offspring of accomplished black professionals. Once, I came by her dorm to surprise and I ended up being the surprised one. You see, I found Wanda in bed making out with her teammate, a buff rugby player named Joanna Clark. Yeah, my lovely, uptight girlfriend was a closeted bisexual. Just like me. You'd think this would have driven us closer together. But you'd be wrong.

Wanda got mad when I confronted her about it. She knew about my bisexual tendencies and we worked out a deal. I could have my fun with my male lovers, but I had to be discreet. She didn't want a scandal. I was cool with that. The last thing I wanted was to be forced out of the closet. I wouldn't put it past the conservative administrators of Mansfield University to throw out one of their best scholars because of his sexual orientation. Yeah, I had my fun in the shadows with my chosen lovers. I had no idea my girlfriend was into the same kind of thing I was. We had a long talk about it, once she stopped yelling at me to quit staring at her as her stocky lover rocked her world.

As Wanda sat on the bed and I paced about, she told me everything. She was bisexual and since she came from a deeply conservative family, she thought it best to keep it herself. I understood that. I was in the same situation myself. What I couldn't understand was why she felt she had to hide it from me. She shrugged, and told me she was sorry. I knew she wasn't. But I was willing to let it slide. We hugged, kissed and made love afterwards. And things went back to normal. Wanda and I appeared together at public events such as football and basketball games, and Homecoming dances. We also appeared at each other's athletic events when time allowed. Always the happy couple, smiling hand in hand. At night, I embraced my men and she embraced her women. Sometimes, boredom, curiosity or loneliness drove us to bed together. Sex with Wanda was fun. It was exciting. My lady knew how to rock my world. There was almost nothing she wouldn't try. Wanda could make a seasoned porn star blush.

Then one day my picture-perfect world came crashing down. It all happened during Sophomore year. I was in the middle of a passionate affair with this tall, good-looking black football stud named Travis Coleman. He was something else. Six feet four inches and two hundred and sixty pounds of hard-bodied, chocolate-skinned masculinity. He transferred to Mansfield University from the University of Georgia. He was a southern guy like me. We instantly clicked. Travis was fine, and he was funny and smart. Not to mention passionate. We had a lot of fun together. He was a great lover. And it wasn't just sexual between us either. We went to the movies together. I attended all of his football games. I was in love with him, you see. And he loved me. For the first time in my life, I was in love.

I explained my situation to Travis. I was locked in this relationship of convenience with Wanda Bernard. I felt like such a phony. I was two-timing the man I loved with a woman I only felt a sexual attraction to. Wanda didn't care that I was sleeping with Travis. She made me swear to always be discreet and wear condoms. Other than that, she continued leading her life. Playing rugby. Going to class. Attending school functions. And hooking up with sexy young women left and right. I told Travis my relationship with Wanda was mostly for show. I didn't tell him that I still slept with her. Travis went along with it. He was so trusting. He was only nineteen years old and had a lot to learn. I was a seasoned player in the game. Our relationship was fun and exciting for the most part. Until Travis slipped up and got exposed. We had a big fight over Wanda. Travis hooked up with some queer to get back at me. That queer ran his mouth. Soon, everyone on campus found out he was gay. His teammates turned on him. His friends abandoned him. And poor Travis shot himself.

I cannot tell you how it felt to hear the news. The man I loved had shot himself. All because some angry queen ran his mouth all over campus. I went to his funeral. The service went mostly unattended. I felt lost. And I also felt responsible. However indirectly, I was responsible for the misfortunes that befell Travis in the desperate, sad last days of his life. How could I make up for it? At once I knew. I would honor Travis memory. I went to the Dean of Students Office and asked my girlfriend's father for the permission to create a Gay Student Center on campus. The scandal, chaos and madness that followed proved to be my trial by fire.

Over the following weeks, I found myself becoming persona non grata, with both students and faculty. My teammates from the Men's Fencing team were hostile towards me during practice. My friends from my classes ignored me in the school cafeteria. Oh, yeah. And Wanda dumped me. Isn't life grand? The faculty was less than friendly upon finding out what I was trying to accomplish. Legally, they couldn't bar me from creating the gay and lesbian student club. However, they were far from eager or helpful. I went to the library and made informational flyers. I handed them out to everyone I ran into. Most students threw them away. Some kept them. Our first meeting was held in the deserted cafeteria inside the Student Center on a Friday night. To my great surprise, twenty people showed up. Eleven women and nine men. How about that? 

And so it began. The first year we struggled to attract and retain members. Many of our members were tragic loners. Young gay and lesbian students who were less than socially adept on campus. To my surprise, we began attracting student-athletes. Roddy Brown, a big and tall black guy from the Baseball team joined us. As did Eleanor Denver, a stocky redhead from the Women's Volleyball team. Jake, a slim, spiky-haired Asian guy from the Men's Swim team. Janet Jenkins, a towering, bulky gal from the Women's Rugby team. One of my ex-girlfriend's teammates. And last but not least, Al Henry, the tall and slender, bald-headed, knife-wielding and cigarillo-chewing Texan who became captain of the Men's Rifle team. The club vice president and most outspoken member. 

I'm not going to lie, my social life suffered. Thankfully, my parents were hundreds of miles away in peaceful Atlanta, Georgia. I don't think I could have handled having to fight hatemongering students, hostile faculty and my own parents at the same time. I pride myself on being a strong individual but I can get overwhelmed like everyone else. I had chosen my path and I stuck to it. I quit the Men's Fencing team and focused instead on academia and strengthening the fledgling Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transsexual Alliance of Mansfield University. Slowly, the Alliance grew. And we began looking out for each other. Homophobic men and homophobic women found out we weren't going to be pushed around. We were a diverse crowd. Athletes. Artists. Scholars. United under one banner. Honesty, diversity, freedom and equality. That's what the Alliance stood for. And I was its proud leader. 

For years, I watched it grow. As my graduation date neared, I found two very capable individuals to run the Alliance. Al Henry, my favorite hell-raising Texan, and Lucia Sanchez, a soft-spoken bisexual woman from Mexico City. Back to the present, folks. Sorry about the long reminiscing. Just thought you ought to know something about me, that's all. So, here I am. Standing on the podium. Delivering my valedictorian's speech. Graduating at last. And with a scholarship offer to boot. What shall I use as a parting shot? I smile at all of them. My professors. My classmates. My few friends. My many enemies. The men and women who envy me my success, my bravery, my strength and my resilience. Oh, man. I think my next words are going to kill them.

I take a deep breath, and calmly hear myself telling my friends, enemies and the gathered television crews my open secret. I'm proud of myself as a black man, a resilient individual who withstood adversity, and a forthrightly bisexual person. I openly challenge the haters who got in my way. What they thought would kill me has only made me stronger. I hear gasps of shock amongst the crowd. I smile. Good. Let these suckers know who they're messing with. Proud as a peacock, I strut down the podium. I raise both my hands in the air, and take a bow. My classmates start cheering like there's no tomorrow. I smile. Am I good or what?



Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 09



There should be a law or at least some social sanctions against people who sit around doing nothing but cussing and acting rude all day. Seriously. I consider it a serious breach of human etiquette. And it's all too common in the black community of Massachusetts. However, I'm not quite sure how to approach the subject with some of the ruder individuals among my male and female paramours, as they say. It requires delicate handling, not something I am known for. 

So, rather than stick around to fix relations with dishonest men or perpetually angry and difficult women, I usually dump them. Some people think I'm cold for doing it but then again, they don't know these hood dudes and hood chicks like I do. They're mean as hell, folks. Especially the hood femmes. Trust this brother on that one. My name is Eric Dawson, a tall and good-looking, forthrightly bisexual black male college student of Haitian origin from the town of Brockton. This is my story.

Summer had come and I basically had nothing to do. Well, I was taking one online course at UMass-Boston but other than that, I wasn't doing much. I work part-time at a restaurant and they only call for me three to four times a week. The pay is not that great but I spend it mostly on traveling expenses and movie tickets. I don't have a car and I still live with my father and mother, policeman James Dawson and corrections officer Lynne Ardell Dawson. I had to find something to do with my time before I lost my sanity. What's a brother to do when the sun is blazing and he's got a lot of energy and some time to kill? I found myself two ghetto bitches to have some fun with. The rest, as they say, is history. The ghetto bitches in question are my neighbour Louisa Trey and her friend Bella Gasman. They weren't very pretty but they had a reputation as D. L. Sisters.

The whole world knows about D. L. or Down Low Brothers. They're men who might be gay or bisexual but hide it from their friends and family. The term applies mostly to black and Hispanic men living in urban America. There was a book about it plus television interviews and documentaries and everything. Nobody really knows what a D. L. Sister is. Let me tell you about them. A D. L. sister is a woman who is lesbian or bisexual and hides it from her friends and family members. Having sex with other females on the low while maintaining a hetero image. Louisa and Bella are both on the down low. They're also a couple of Dick Lovers. Which is why I come to them every now and then for a sexual tune-up.

I went to visit Louisa and Bella in their apartment down in Mattapan. It was a nice enough place. Man, would you believe that I found two those in the middle of getting busy? Louisa sat completely naked on the living room couch, legs spread and a cigarette in hand. Kneeling before her was Bella, who busied herself licking Louisa's pussy like lesbian lick downs were going out of style. Man, I had to watch that. Louisa's eyes widened when she saw me standing there. I smiled and waved. She smiled back, and told her lover they had a visitor. Bella didn't let up on what she was doing. She's a worker bee that one.

Folks, you had to be there to see it. Louisa looked like a hood queen in all her naked glory. This five-foot-eight, thick and very voluptuous beauty with the big tits, wide hips and bubble butt from hell was something else. Her dark brown skin seemed to be glistening with sweat as Bella pleasured her. Bella herself was pretty hot too. The first thing I noticed was her huge butt. Man, this girl had a booty. It was even bigger than Louisa's. Bella was six feet tall, jet-black in skin tone and quite thick, with big boobs, very wide hips and a gigantic ass. We're talking about more than seventy inches of ghetto booty right here. And as she bobbed her head up and down on Louisa's tunnel of love, that big booty was bouncing. 

Folks, I've done it with both men and women. Countless times. In pretty much every way that it can be done. And I enjoy it. I could teach most of you a thing or two. There isn't much that I haven't seen or done. However, the sight of two voluptuous ghetto beauties getting down and dirty was something which thrilled me like you would not believe. It was hot, to say the least. I sat down on a comfortable chair and watched the action. It was sizzling, to tell you the truth. Bella stuck two fingers into Louisa's asshole while tongue-fucking her clit. Louisa squealed in delight and kept on grinding her pussy all over Bella's face. I felt myself growing hard as the two large ghetto beauties went at it.

The sight of so much plump flesh must have brought out my inner chubby chaser or something. Come to think of it, I've always had a thing for bigger lovers. In every sense of the words. I like my men to be big and tall, a little chubby and with really big dicks. I like my women to be thick, with big tits and huge asses. I hook up with men and women of all races, but have a preference for my dark-skinned brothers and sisters. What can I say? They are simply hot.

Speaking hot, the action was intensifying between Louisa and Bella. Now, Bella lay on the carpeted floor of the living room, legs spread while Louisa serviced her. Bella winked at me and asked me to come over. I was more than okay with that. I was content to play spectator but it seems I was about to make the jump to participant. Apparently, my unique services were required. You see, I am the owner of twelve inches of long and thick, slightly bent and uncircumcised black cock. It's what makes me so popular with both the ladies and the gentlemen. My phone simply won't stop ringing. And I' m almost always ready to please.

I stood by Bella's side. She unzipped my pants and freed my cock. Out came my jungle fever inducing tool. Bella grinned, and began stroking it. Then, she wrapped her lips around my member. I leaned back against the nearby wall while Bella sucked my dick and stroked my balls. She was really good at what she did. See, I told you D. L. Sister stands for Dick Lovers! While Bella sucked me, Louisa licked and probed her pussy. It was an oral sex smorgasbord all around and in the end, we all came. It was hot. I mean, that was cum juice everywhere. And we were just getting started.

We tried something new. Bella got on all fours and told me to take her. I did just that. I placed my hands upon her hips, then spread her plump ass cheeks wide open. I pushed my cock into her asshole, and the anal fun began. I've always loved fucking people in the ass. Male or female, it didn't matter. Just give my dick a tight ass to fuck and I'll be happy. And so I happily slammed my cock into the forbidden depths of Bella's asshole. Like most big women, her asshole was much tighter than anyone else I'd ever fucked. How about that?

While I fucked Bella, Louisa had disappeared into their bedroom and now came back with a strap-on dildo. Well, well. Things just got more interesting. She joined Bella and me. While I savagely plunged my cock into her slowly expanding asshole, Bella screamed her lungs out. Louisa quickly put an end to that by shoving her dildo into Bella's mouth. There, silence at last. Louisa and I traded high-fives as we double-teamed Bella, getting screams, swears and various fluids out of her. It was a lot of fun.

Then came Louisa's turn to get fucked. This time, Bella wore the strap-on dildo and lay on the floor, stroking it. Louisa climbed on top of Bella, lowering herself onto the other woman until her pussy got impaled on Bella's dildo. Meanwhile, I came up behind Louisa. I gently spread her plump butt cheeks and pressed my cock against her backdoor. With a swift thrust, I went in. I didn't think it was possible at this point but Louisa's asshole was even tighter than Bella's. Which delighted me because I began fucking it for all it was worth. I gripped Louisa's hips and watched her big ass jiggle as it got the pounding of the century. Meanwhile, Bella shoved her dildo deep into Louisa's pussy, and Louisa squealed. This big black woman was into the rough stuff and that's exactly what she got from us. Hard and fast Bella and I drilled our tools into her holes. Bella handled her strap-on dick with authority and expertise. Until Louisa begged for mercy. That's when I finally got one over Bella. I came, the natural way, filling Louisa's asshole with my cum. Afterwards, all three of us lay on the carpet, covered with cum and grinning like idiots.

Man, that was off the hook. After this memorable encounter, I left Bella and Louisa while promising to see them again soon for an encore. These chicks know how to get down. I definitely wasn't bored anymore. In fact, I was feeling festive. So I took the train to downtown Boston and caught a movie. I watched Hancock, which was pretty cool. I even met a gorgeous but somewhat nerdy young man in the audience, a Suffolk University student named Mylos. We went down to Copley together and had dinner. He was my kind of guy. A little nerdy and a lot freaky. You know I'm gonna tap that ass before the night's over. I'm that good. 



Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 10



My name is Melinda Janice Monteiro. My friends and family members call me M. J. Representing Brockton's south side. A big shout out to all my favourite people, you hear? Hi, bro. How's it going? How's the wife? Hi, dad. How's your health? Hi, mom. I took your advice and I'm having more fun now. Taking charge of things, just like you told me. Sorry if this turn of events shocks you but guess what? It's my life! Okay? It's my body and I'll fuck if I want to. 

Right now, I am having the time of my life. I'm getting serviced by two sexy black college sportsmen with sexy bodies, cute faces and really big dicks. On camera. We're all naked and plan on digitally blurring our faces from the video later. We're making amateur ebony porn to raise money for the athletic department of our poor, historically black college. The school was being forced to shut down some of its sports teams due to a lousy budget. As student-athletes, we couldn't allow that. And since I am participating in the top secret fundraiser, I get access to the sexy sports guys. What more could a fat black chick from the hood want? Exactly. This is where I start to have fun, to quote my favourite science fiction heroine.

I'm on my hands and knees in a shoddy little apartment on the south side, getting serviced at both ends. My man Justin Terrier has his big hands on my hips as he thrusts his cock deep into my asshole. This six-foot-three, 220-pound black stud has the thickest hands I've ever seen. His buddy Samson Gallimard is filling my mouth with his cock. The guy's dick is so damn long that it scratches the back of my throat. It's also uncut, which is okay by me. I like uncircumcised men. Give me an uncut cock to play with any day. Guys with hoods are fun in bed. Their dicks are more sensitive than those of modified men. Word up, folks. Sorry if I'm too freaky for some of you. This is how we get down in the hood. Never let it be said that fat chicks aren't fun in bed. We will rock your world.

I think a little back story is in order. I live in Brockton, as I said before. I attend the Plymouth County Tech, the local college and play on the women's softball team. No, I' m not a lesbian. I' m not even curious about women. I love dick. Hell, I am addicted to cock. I crave it and cannot do without it. I need cock in my mouth, pussy and ass. At least once a week. Otherwise I start cussing and bitching like there's no tomorrow. And I go to great lengths to get some dick. 

Because I'm a fat chick, I kind of have to work extra hard to find me a hard man who will tap my big ass. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, broad shouldered and thick-bodied. My hips are wide, I'm bow-legged and as I mentioned before, I've got a fat ass. I'm jet-black, which is kind of rare in the Cape Verdean community. Light-skinned chicks are everywhere in the city of champions and they steal all the good men. Luckily, Justin and Samson are two Haitian dudes who like dark-skinned fat chicks. Lucky me!

Samson grabs my head with his rough hands as he thrusts his cock down my throat. I almost gag on it since it's so damn long and thick. He's big all over, which is just the way I like my men. I'm a big black woman who likes big black men. Samson is easily six feet two inches tall and weighs two hundred and forty pounds. He plays for the Plymouth County Tech men's baseball team. His buddy Justin is an offensive lineman on our all-new varsity football team. Justin pinches my ass and I squirm a bit. How in hell did this black football stud know that I liked having my booty pinched? His cock feels so damn good up my ass. I love having a big cock up my ass. The bigger the better. That's why lube was invented.

As Samson continues jamming his dick down my throat, I feel his body shuddering. I instantly know what is happening. My sexy black lover is about to cum. Thanks to my expert cock sucking. Hey, I am the undisputed queen of blowjobs in my city. I've been giving blowjobs in cars, park benches and restaurant bathrooms for years now and my technique was flawless. Even if a dude was gay, I could get him off. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. I am that good. When Samson's cock spits out its loads of cum, I eagerly drink it all. I love the taste of men's cum. It tastes delicious. No two men taste exactly alike. I am sort of a connoisseur of men's cum. Based on taste, I can tell a guy's age, and even his health status. Samson is a healthy black stud in his early twenties. I could have found that out blindfolded. Word up, folks.

I drink all of Samson's cum and the big black stud sighs in pleasure. Meanwhile, Justin continues hammering his cock into my asshole like ass fucking is going out of style. The dude just loves fucking my ass. And not just mine either. Justin is bisexual. He likes both male and female ass. He doesn't know that I know. I won't tell anyone his secret. Like last week, he fucked some skinny gay guy named Jose, who was one of my friends. Jose told me all about how Justin fucked him roughly in the ass until he begged for mercy. After hearing about Justin's prowess in anal sex, I just had to try him for myself. Folks, I am happy to say that the sexy black college football stud did not disappoint. He really has the dick of death and he knows how to use it. A short while later, after mercilessly tearing my ass in two, he finally came. I screamed as I felt his hot cum flooding my backdoor. There's nothing quite like the feel of a torrent of a hot manly cum filling your booty hole 's every crevice. Gay and bisexual men along with women who are anal sex enthusiasts know what I'm talking about. It's quite a rush. I screamed in sheer pleasure. I loved every moment of it and I didn't want it to end. To top things off, I sucked every last drop of Justin's long and thick, uncircumcised black dick. It was delicious.

Afterwards, we tried a double penetration scene. This time, Justin lay on the carpeted floor of the apartment while I lowered myself onto him until my pussy was impaled on his cock. Samson came up behind me. He spread my ass cheeks and pushed his cock into my ass. And the fun times began again. I like anal sex a lot more than the next gal, I think, but double penetration was a test of even my awesome sexual powers. Having two super-sized black dicks burrowing inside your every hole was no picnic. Definitely not for the sexually inexperienced or the timid. As Justin and Samson fucked me silly, I gave as good as I got. I screamed loudly, urging them to fuck me. I told them to tear up my pussy and my ass. My two black studs did just that. They fucked me silly, until they came, flooding my pussy and asshole with enough cum to fill a highway. I screamed loud enough to wake the dead.

And so it went. We made several videos together, each tape three hours long. Shots of my masturbating solo in the shower. Shots of Justin and Samson jerking off into my mouth. Shots of me, licking their cocks, balls and assholes after a good lay. More double penetration scenes. Hell, in one scene, I got a strap-on dildo and fucked Justin while Samson jerked off. A big black woman fucking a big black man in the ass with a strap-on dildo. It was wild. The highlight of the video because no one expected it. Yeah, we had fun. We sold the video to a porn distributor which dealt in amateur works. Would you believe that we got two hundred grand for it? It was the best-selling amateur video of the year! 

We succeeded. Our plan worked. The athletic department was able to keep all of Plymouth County Tech's sports teams functional, though in a frugal manner. Men's baseball and women's softball, men's and women's basketball, men's football, men's and women's bowling, men's and women's swimming, men's and women's lacrosse, men's and women's ice hockey, men's and women's volleyball, men's wrestling and women's equestrian. Yep, even though the city of Brockton was going through a drought financially, we saved our college's sports teams. Live to fight another day. And I bonded with Justin and Samson like never before.

Justin and I began dating exclusively, though we still had fun with Samson from time to time. In 2009, we both graduated with our bachelors. I got a degree in nursing and he has a degree in criminal justice. We got married shortly after. He's going to the state police academy in the year 2010. I can't wait till he's a cop. What can I say? I just love a man in uniform! 



Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 11



The name is Gunnery Jackson Gustave. My friends call me Gunn or Mr. G. The name Gunnery tends to give people pause because it sounds unusual. I don't know what the big deal is. What's in a name anyway? Oh, well. Anyhow, I am a tall and ruggedly handsome, newly out bisexual black man of Haitian-American descent in his early forties with some time to kill and a story to share. 

Recently, I moved to a mansion located on the affluent west side of the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I lived my whole life in New York City where I worked as a volunteer fireman, a state police officer and a public school teacher. I was also a varsity football coach for Brentwood Institute of Technology, a small private school located in Long Island, New York. 

I recently came into some money. Quite a bit of it, too. Five hundred grand, to be exact. So I packed my things and left the big city. I left behind an unhappy marriage to pampered real estate heiress Jessica Woodland. Luckily for me, the dumb white chick was rich and didn't make me sign a prenuptial agreement when we got hitched. I think my big black dick had her hypnotized or something. I walked away with quite a lot of cash. She could afford to lose it. Her family has millions, you see. Now, I was free to sleep with whatever woman or man I chose.

I came to New England for a better life. And in some ways, I succeeded. My new state was a lot more liberal than the one I left behind. And I most definitely had myself some fun. I picked up a plump, big-booty Hispanic-looking chick on Brockton's south side. Turns out this hooker was from the island nation of Cape Verde, wherever that is. A lot of folks from that part of the world live in the city of Brockton. It's like their Mecca or something. The chick was not pretty in the face and at five-foot-three, she was a bit short for my taste. But her big tits, wide hips and plump ass made me forgive her shortness. Her name was Martina Mendes and she was twenty years old. 

Once I saw her ass in those booty shorts she was wearing, I knew I had to hit that. So we went to my place to have some fun. I know what you're thinking. Dirty old man picking up some college broads. And some ways you'd be right. I don't like the term dirty old man, though. When a hot older woman hooks up with some young man, it's considered cool. When it's a hot older man hooking up with young women, some people start smiling and shaking their heads. What the fuck? Stop hating. Cock blocking should be illegal in all fifty states!

Martina and I got to my place and I showed her around. Man, this chick was not very bright. Kept asking a lot of dumb questions. About things she should already know. Why are women so dumb? I think it's because they've had it easy since time began. Men always take all the risks and women reap the rewards. Even in modern times, in the age of equality, females live easier lives than men. The system is biased in their favour. When you have it easy, you don't learn anything worthwhile. Not even if you're a business leader, a rising politician or the head of your class. Those who have it easy are weak by design. If civilization ended, bitches would get the wake-up call they so desperately need and get smart fast because men would be too busy surviving to worry about saving someone too dumb to save herself just because she owns a pussy. Word up, people.

Still, you know, bitches had their uses. There were ways to have fun with them. You just had to be really careful because they can turn on you at any time. Kind of like a pet snake. Martina was easy on the eyes. If you didn't pay too much attention to her face. Not very bright, educated or polite. But she most definitely had a nice ass. I don't know why I keep looking for a woman who's intelligent, kind-hearted or has a nice personality. I'm starting to realize that there are no intelligent, kind-hearted females with good personalities. If they appear to be nice, they're usually faking it to get something out of someone. Any chick who starts out being halfway decent learns to hate men both from exposure to other women and experiences with bad guys. And that's a damn shame. I'm not bitter, just realistic. 

Hey, I'm no saint myself. I married my ex-wife mostly for her money. And also she had a fat ass and I loved fucking it. She knew what she was getting into. I use people. I told her that upfront. She married me anyway. See what I told you about chicks being dumb? She thought she could fix me, change me. In the end, I took her to the cleaners. Nowadays, she was paying me alimony. Yes, rich women have been told by courts to pay alimony to their ex-husbands. Welcome to the dark side of the equality crap. Women are always surprised when they don't get their way. Well, get used to it, ladies. Nobody wins them all. Now I was using my ex-wife's money guilt-free. I used it to get younger women, and also to buy myself a bright red convertible. I bought a house for less than two hundred grand in Brockton, thanks to the foreclosure mess. I still had three hundred grand left. And I planned on using it to have fun like fun is going out of style. Isn't that a hoot?

I sat on the couch and watched as Martina Mendes did her thing. The Cape Verdean chick knew the jig was up. Dumb as she was, she knew what a booty call was. A guy takes you home for sex. You have fun together, then you go your separate ways. End of the story. She got naked and we got busy. I unzipped my pants and told her to suck my dick. She gasped when she saw the size of my member. I have a nine-inch dick. It's uncut. Why? Simply because circumcision of males is an unnatural and unnecessary procedure. If a guy is gonna be a slob with his body, nothing can change that. Martina began playing with my foreskin like it was a new toy, claiming she'd never seen one before. I was a bit puzzled by that but whatever. She continued to suck my cock and balls. I lit up some weed and began to relax as she worked on me.

Martina was really good at sucking some dick. When I came, she drank my seed. Afterwards, I had a go with her big booty. I put her on her hands and knees. Face down and big ass up. I spread her plump butt cheeks and looked at her asshole. Not bad. I slid first one finger in there, then two. She didn't protest. Also, I noticed that her asshole was quite supple. This chick was no stranger to ass fucking. Makes sense. A big booty like hers needs some dick on a regular basis. I spat on her asshole, then pushed my dick inside. Ready or not, bitch, here I come!

Martina groaned as my cock slid into her asshole. But she didn't scream. I placed my hands upon her hips and pushed my cock deeper into her. Martina's asshole gripped my dick like cash in a hobo's hands. I loved the feel of a big woman's naturally tight asshole grabbing my cock. Word up, folks. I began pounding that ass like there was no tomorrow. Martina's big booty bounced as I fucked it. I loved the sight of that fat ass bouncing. Nice. Martina squealed as my cock split her ass canal in two. Her screams of pain mixed with pleasure were music to my ears. Oh, yeah. I tore that bitch ass up, as they say in the hood. It was a lot of fun. As reward for her good behaviour, I filled her asshole with my cum. Then I made her clean my cock, right after it had just been up her ass. And she obeyed. Afterwards, I gave her a hundred bucks, then tossed her out into the street. She landed on her big ass. I laughed, and closed the door. I never get tired of doing that.



Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 12



Many people assume that they are the only ones who have a tough life. What a load of bull! My name is Steve Darcy and I am a Haitian-American police officer and part-time community mentor living in the city of Brockton. My message is to all the people in this world who think they have it tough. Please, folks, shut the hell up! We're all bombarded with messages about Global Warming every day. Has anyone ever heard of the threat of Global Whining? It's here. It's everywhere. This tale is about how I deal with some whiners.

In my time as a policeman, I've seen it all. I know of men who abuse their wives. I've occasionally arrested wives for abusing husbands. It does happen. Even if it is not politically correct to say it. I've also had to arrest quite a few of my fellow black folks, both male and female, for petty crimes. Criminals come in all colors and genders. But in the town of Brockton, a lot of the thugs look just the way you expect them to be. It's not pretty. But it's the truth. As a black man, I am saddened. But as a cop, I just do my job. The truth is never cool in some circles. The truth is that everybody is screwed up one way or another. Black or white, straight or gay, male or female. Rich or poor. Nobody is normal. What the hell is normal anyway? I don't know. I'm a six-foot-four black man who weighs two hundred and sixty pounds. Am I normal? Who in hell knows.

Lately, there's been some changes in this cop's life. I've decided to see things in a new way, you know. Most cops I know hate their jobs. A few of them take their frustration out on their wives, husbands and families. I try not to let things get to me, you know? I hate Brockton. The city has a tiny mall. Its entertainment complex is a joke. There are few bars or clubs. Lately, the city has had some financial troubles. The mayor, brilliant asshole that he is, has ordered some budget cuts. He has slashed the budget of the public library. That pisses me off because the town library is one of my favorite hangouts. It's quiet. It's peaceful. I know all the librarians. I like the place. Now it's no longer open six days a week. Only four. That sucks. What am I going to do with my time?

I could do like everyone else and just get the heck out of town when I am bored. I could hop on the Bat Bus and go to Boston. I like Boston just fine. It's not home, though. Boston has movie theaters, large and well-funded libraries, well-funded police stations and fire departments. Boston is a college town. Harvard. MIT. Emerson College. Northeastern University. Boston College. Boston University. Bay State College. UMass-Boston. Suffolk University. Berklee College. Gibbs College. So many schools, so little time. I used to hang out at the campuses of these various schools. Way back in 2005. It was fun.

Right after graduating from Brockton Community High School, I went to Bay State University. One of the oldest schools in town. BSU was founded in 1801. It started out as a small private school and beefed up over time. In the twenty first century, BSU is one of the largest schools in North America. It has forty one thousand students, spread over several campuses. It has locations in Boston, Plymouth, Andover, Fitchburg, Peabody, Middleboro and Hyannis. I attended the Boston campus. It was closest to home. I had gotten accepted there on a student-athlete scholarship for football.

Bay State University was fast becoming the biggest athletic powerhouse in collegiate America. The Bay State University Department of Athletics sponsors Men's Intercollegiate archery, baseball, basketball, bowling, cross country, swimming, soccer, football, rugby, ice hockey, lacrosse, wrestling, rowing, rodeo, rifle, water polo and alpine skiing. For female student-athletes they offered Women's Intercollegiate archery, softball, bowling, basketball, cross country, swimming, soccer, equestrian, field hockey, rugby, ice hockey, lacrosse, wrestling, rowing, rodeo, rifle, water polo and alpine skiing. The sports teams, collectively known as the Bay State Racers and Lady Racers, compete in the NCAA Division One. I was happy to have been accepted there. BSU was unlike any school in America. Their commitment to diversity was something to behold. Thirty eight percent of the student body was of African-American descent, ten percent were Latino and twelve percent were Asian. The remaining forty percent were of Caucasian origin. And, I am pleased to say, at a time when most colleges and universities had a severe gender imbalance, BSU had an equal number of men and women on its student body. That's the school I went to.

I played in the linebacker position for the Bay State University varsity football team. It was okay, for the most part. We were a pretty good team. We held our own against the region's proven collegiate football powers such as Boston College, Harvard University, Northeastern University and UMass-Amherst. We received honors from the New England Football Conference while I was there. I majored in Criminal Justice and I really loved living on campus. For the first time in my life, I felt free. It's hard to describe, you know. I treasured every moment of that freedom. You see, I didn't always have it. It has to do with my kinsmen and kinswomen. My family was not exactly a positive influence in my life. 

My mother Elaine Johnson Darcy is a misandrist. I hate to say it but it must be said. At least according to my shrink, Dr. Annabelle Carter. I've been seeing this doctor for a few months now to work out some issues. Okay, back on topic. I was talking about my dear old ma. In case you don't know what the word misandrist means, it simply describes a person who hates men. She wasn't always like this. She used to be a kind-hearted, decent woman. The teacher all the students loved at the school where she taught. She used to believe in goodness. Mom didn't always dwell in the darkness. I still love her. Now, she's turned to the dark side. When dealing with her, I am polite, but distant. She's done terrible things to people who didn't always deserve it. Mostly because of dad but a lot of her darkness is of her own making. I could go on but that's a conversation for another time, folks. My father, Franklin Darcy is what I call a functional psychopath. The man has no conscience. But he's tall, good-looking and very intelligent. He is quite charming and has a way with the ladies. And he's a successful businessman. I love him too. They're my parents, what can I do? I distance myself from them because I don't want them to destroy my life.

My sister Anne is a sociopath. She's tall, attractive and smart. She is good at reading people. She can see right through them and uses her power to her advantage. And she never feels remorse because she's got no conscience. None. Zero. She tried to kill me once, back when I was younger. I wrestled a knife away from her as she tried hacking me to pieces. I haven't trusted her since. We don't talk. I live in Brockton, Massachusetts and she lives somewhere in Florida, with some dumb guy who fell for her charms and married her. I don't care what she does. Let her be somebody else's problem for a change.

In spite of these dark influences, I was able to find some peace and love in my life. I graduated from BSU with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice. I then went to the Boston Police Academy. I got hired by the Brockton Police Department shortly afterwards. These days, I live in a big house on Brockton's West Side with my partner, career fireman James House. He's a tall, slender black guy with a sweet face. We met at church, of all places, a few years back. Yeah, back in the day, I went out with his sexy and voluptuous cousin Rachel. I was openly bisexual back then and Rachel was cool with it. I had no idea that shy, good-looking James was gay. But he was. Long after my relationship with Rachel ended, we remained pals. I'd see James from time to time. One time, he asked me out. I was stunned. I had no idea he was gay. We went out and it turns out he had a whole different side to him I knew zilch about. We fell in love. We moved in together. The rest, as they say, is history. There you have it, folks. This cop's life story. But my life isn't over yet. Like you, I take it a day at a time. And to those who read this, I wish you well. Good things can come to you at the end, if you're lucky. Good luck and God bless. Peace. 



Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 13



Hi, there. Melinda Monteiro alias M. J. here. You folks might remember me from another sexy urban tale. I'm the fat black chick with the big monster booty from the city of Brockton who straps it on to please her man. I did an award-winning amateur porn video with my husband and a sexy male friend named Samson and used the funds to raise money for the faltering athletic department of my alma mater, Plymouth County Tech. These days, I'm a nurse living in the city of Brockton, somewhat happily married to Justin Terrier, a big and tall, closeted bisexual ex-college football player turned Massachusetts state police officer. We've been very happy together, up until recently.

In fact, my Justin is about to get even happier now. Presently, I've got him on all fours. Face down and ass up. I've lubricated his asshole with lotion and I'm about to shove my strap-on dildo inside. I never get tired of doing that. Strapping it on and shoving it in. It's just something kinky we both like to try every now and then. He's a bisexual man with some rather unusual tastes but since I love him so deeply, I strive to make him happy. Placing my hands upon his hips, I shove the dildo up his ass. Here we go again. This time, I fuck him harder than ever before. He screams as my plastic cock burrows deeper into his asshole. I want to punish him for something. He had a little too much fun with a white female acquaintance of ours, that's all. Today, it's his ass that's on the line.

Lately, things have been growing stale in the bedroom. I think it happens to every couple. I really don't want it to happen to us. We've tried everything. Last month, we tried bringing another woman into the bedroom. It didn't work out. Not that it wasn't an eye-opener. The woman's name was Marguerite Monroe and she was a five-foot-eight, somewhat chubby white chick with short blonde hair and green eyes. And she had a fat ass too. I couldn't care less about that last fact but my husband was delighted. She said in her online profile that she was a natural submissive with a strong penchant for black couples. So we gave her a try. Actually, Justin gave her a try. I just watched. I don't sleep with women. Bitches disgust me. I prefer men. I only did this to make Justin happy.

Justin thought the fat white chick looked hot. Personally, I think chubby little Marguerite wasn't bad-looking. Other than the fact that she was forty, and also she had fake tits and too much cellulite. So, we tried having fun. Justin lay on the bed, while Marguerite sucked on his long and thick, uncircumcised black cock. Marguerite engulfed my husband's magnificent cock in her mouth. I must say the white bitch wasn't too bad at sucking cock, judging by the way Justin seemed to be enjoying himself. I smiled at him and waved. Honestly, I liked Justin better when he was into men. Oh, he's still very much into men. We've had male guests over and sampled their sexual prowess together. However, these days, Justin seemed to long for female flesh more and more. It was if I wasn't enough for him anymore. Bringing this low-class white bitch into the bedroom was my last compromise.

Marguerite avoided my eyes as she sucked on my husband's cock. She licked his cock and balls. I stared at them, as if I could burn holes into them. When Justin finally came, Marguerite sucked all the cum out of his cock. He sighed in pleasure, in the familiar way he often did after he got a good suck or fuck. I rolled my eyes. Couldn't they do this faster? Seriously. This was the longest sex scene I've ever seen. And I've watched myself having sex with multiple partners on camera during an amateur porn shoot.

Next, they were about to try something new. Marguerite got on all fours while Justin came up behind her. He spread the fat white chick's plump ass cheeks wide open and pressed his cock against her backdoor. Slowly, he worked his cock into the big white woman's asshole. Marguerite looked right at me as my husband began fucking her in the ass. Justin dug his fingers into the flesh of Marguerite's hips and I saw her wince. Her eyes never left mine. I looked at her coldly. Are you enjoying the feel of my husband's dick side your asshole? Why do you white bitches crave black cock so much? As if reading my mind and finding out how much I despised her, Marguerite winked at me. Was I seeing things? Absolutely not. The white bitch had just winked at me.

What the hell kind of game was she playing? Was she bisexual or something? Nothing against bisexual chicks but I don't get down like that. I cannot see myself bumping pussies with another female or letting a female suck my tits or touch my pussy. It's just not for me. I am not curious. I am not repressed. I'm just not into it. I coldly shook my head and Marguerite's expression went from annoyingly come hither to sour. I smiled. I think she got the message.

Marguerite resumed squealing like the disgusting fucking pig that she was as my Justin continued slamming his cock in and out of her asshole. At some point, Justin must have had enough for he abruptly stopped. Reading the expressions on his face, I knew what was happening. Justin was about to cum. And cum he did. I knew the exact time he came. Marguerite's eyes widened almost comically and her mouth went agape as Justin's hot and manly cum filled her asshole. I smiled. Yes, bitch, who's laughing now? How do you like the feel of a torrent of hot cum flooding your asshole, straight from a big black dick? How was your first taste of a big black dick up your ass? Was it everything you dreamed of?

Marguerite's eardrum-shattering scream of pain mixed with pleasure was music to my ears. This chick was such an amateur. I could take a super-sized dick up my ass without so much a grunt. I'm an expert, folks. After Justin had his fun, he pulled out of her. She lay on the bed, stunned into Kingdom Fuck. I didn't let her off that easy. I grabbed her head and looked into her eyes. With my hands I pried her mouth open so that it could not close. I made Justin smear his cock all over her mouth, right after it had just been up her ass. Marguerite was stunned. I laughed evilly. The bitch hadn't seen anything yet. I told her to get her ass out of my house then Justin and I went into the shower for some loving.

Yeah, I had fun humiliating Marguerite Monroe. Only one woman should have any effect whatsoever on my husband and that woman is me. Melinda Monroe. The white bitch got her punishment. Time for Justin Terrier to get his. Holding his hips tightly, I buried my dildo deep into his asshole. He squealed in pleasure mixed with pain. I reached underneath him and stroked his cock while fucking him. I had a good time fucking him. When I was done, my pussy was wet as a puddle. I came several times. I pressed a special button on my mechanized dildo and released hot artificial cum deep inside Justin. He screamed as my hot seed filled his ass. I flipped him around and looked into his eyes. He couldn't believe what jus t happened. Hell yeah I just came inside of him! I kissed him passionately.

I had fun fucking Justin in his tight ass. And now he wanted to have a go with mine. I was happy to oblige. I eagerly got on all fours and spread my ass cheeks wide open. Like a good hood wife. Justin shoved his cock into my asshole. He entered me mercilessly, without lube or patience. I was expecting that. Why do you think I fucked him so damn hard with my dildo? I wanted him to return the favor by burying his cock deep into my plump ass. Down where the sun didn't shine.

Justin grabbed my hips roughly as he sodomized me. His long and thick cock felt even bigger than I remembered in my ass. It hurt so damn much. Yet I welcomed it. This is what rough anal sex is all about. Lubricant is for wimps and dumb broads. When you're a seasoned anal sex enthusiast like myself, you're always ready to get down. After getting ass fucked by my husband's big cock thousands of times, my ass automatically expanded to accommodate his sheer girth. With or without lube. I could take all of him with barely a grunt. Yeah, folks. I'm that good. 

As Justin fucked my ass with all the rage he could muster, I screamed loudly. I welcomed his cock's merciless assault on my asshole. I love it deep in my ass and if loving it is wrong I don't want to be right. His cock drilled me for the better part of an hour, then finally it happened. Justin's dick spat the glorious cum it had been holding onto for so long. And it flooded my asshole like a deluge. It burned me deep inside. And I loved it! If I die today, my only regret would have been that I didn't have more anal sex. Got that? Cool.

Afterwards, Justin and I lay side by side on the bed. I smiled at him. He smiled at me. We held hands. And just like that, all was well between us again. Our love and kinkiness prevailed over the forces of time and sexual boredom. Justin leaned closer and told me that I was the only woman for him. Then he kissed me. And I kissed him back. We're two of a kind, really. A extraordinarily kinky bisexual black man married to a woman who's got the most insatiable of all sexual appetites. I guess that's why we have so much fun together. Anyhow, I'm glad you folks stuck around to hear the entire tale, folks. Good luck with everything. 



Haitian Bisexuality Ch. 14



Why doesn't everyone love rough sex, especially rough anal sex? I don't know. Backdoor loving that's a little on the rough side has always had a bad reputation. Take it from me, it's not all bad. It can feel pretty good when done right. All I know is that I tried it once with a guy who was really patient and understanding, and I've been addicted to it ever since. My name is Jasmine Petit-Jean and I am a big and chunky, six-foot-tall, big-booty young black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton. I attend Plymouth County Tech, the local school. This right here is a tale of what happened to me during Summer School 2008.

I'm a criminal justice major at the school. Attending on a partial athletic scholarship. Life in Brockton is okay, I guess. The summer has come and I am bored out of my mind. There are a lot of sexy guys with muscular bodies, cute faces and big dicks in the city. There are a lot of freaky chicks with big tits and fat asses all over the city of Brockton too. Haitian chicks. Haitian dudes. Cape Verdean chicks. Cape Verdean dudes. Puerto Ricans of both sexes. Manly Jamaican guys and feisty Jamaican chicks. So many sexy bodies, so little time. 

Unfortunately, I was stuck taking Beginning Forensics at Tech because I flunked it during the spring. My class was full of nerds of both sexes. Nothing against nerds but I like my men and women to be a little on the edgy side. A little hood is okay too. Class is boring and I am horny as hell. Luckily, I got some friends who are also in school this summer, though not for classwork. They're student-athletes attending summer sports camps. Good for them. Thanks to them, however, I scratched that itch and got my groove back. This is how it happened.

My girlfriends are always hating on me for being a sexually adventurous gal. Must be why I've got mostly male friends these days. Guys are cooler than girls and a lot nicer too. They don't hate on me for ridiculous reasons and are less judgmental. Some chicks are okay but they are rare. Which probably explains why I'm currently spending time with my two favourite people in all the world. Alexander Pierre and Jennifer Saint Augustine. Two Haitian students I am friends with.

Presently, I am with two very horny people in a secluded room inside the department of athletics. I'm on all fours, face down and fat ass up. My butt cheeks are spread and my friend Alexander is drilling his ten inches of long black dick straight up my asshole. It's a burning sensation in my ass. A deliciously hot pain that could make me howl, if my lips weren't busy inducing moans and gasps on someone else. Namely Jennifer and that neatly shaved pussy of hers. I lick and probe her snatch with my fingers and tongue as her boyfriend ravages my ass hard and fast, just the way I like it.

We're all having the time of our lives here. I love licking a woman's pussy almost as much as I like sucking a man's dick. Dicks are easier to please. Licking pussy is a complex art form. It's really a lot of work. Few women excel at pleasing both cock and pussy equally. Fortunately, I am one of them.

Alexander slams his cock deeper into my asshole, down where the sun doesn't shine. I should mention that this is a brother who's desperately addicted to the thrills of ass fucking. He'll fuck anyone in the ass, male or female. Yeah, this bisexual black stud doesn't discriminate. Though you'd never guess it by looking at him. This six-foot-two ebony stud is the captain of the Plymouth County Tech men's baseball team. Quite possibly the best-looking and most popular male athlete on campus.

His long-time girlfriend Jennifer Saint Augustine is something of a sensation on campus too. She's a five-foot-eleven, thick and busty, wide-hipped and big-bottomed Haitian beauty with a face models would envy and a booty that could make most porn stars and video vixens jealous. She plays for the Plymouth County Tech women's soccer team. We first met when she bumped into me while I was practicing some moves with the members of the all-new women's wrestling team. We've been tight ever since. Jennifer and Alexander are the golden couple on campus. Everyone envies them. Nobody knows their secret lives or secret talents. For example, Alexander is the best inter gender butt fucker I've ever seen. And Jennifer has the sweetest tasting pussy in Massachusetts. So much fun can be had with those two, it's not even funny. I get to do both of them. Lucky me! 

Jennifer grabbed the back of my head, urging me to lick her faster. Normally, you just can't hurry oral sex. Whether you're sucking a cock or licking a pussy. It's best to take your time. However, I was willing to make an exception at this point. Jennifer likes her sex varied, fun and quick. And so I used my awesome skills to bring her to a shuddering orgasm as quickly as I could muster. Her eyes widened and her lips quavered. Then she squealed in delight. I watched, thrilled and amused, as her pussy squirted hot girly cum. I gathered the precious fluid in my hands and tasted it. Just as I expected, it was yummy.

Meanwhile, Alexander rammed his cock deep into my ass. He got even deeper than I thought possible. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of my lips. Ouch, that is most definitely going to leave a mark. Fortunately, I absolutely love rough sex. Including rough anal sex. What can I say? I'm down-ass chick who likes to live on the edge. You only live once, know what I mean? While l licked every last drop of girly cum from Jennifer's pussy, Alexander finally came. The big black stud shuddered as he finally released his manly essence deep inside me. I felt Alexander's hot cum rushing deep inside me. Like a flood of liquid fire. It filled me, and owned my ass. And I heard myself shout in sheer pleasure at the wonder of that awesome sensation. It burns, and it hurts, but it feels so good that I don't want it to end.

A little while later, Jennifer and I licked every last drop of cum from Alexander's cock. Hot damn, this was awesome. Summertime just got more interesting. I think I'm gonna stay close to those two. It's always a lot of fun to hook up secretly at school. The danger, the thrill, it's all intoxicating. I highly recommend that you try it sometime.



Haitian Bisexuality in Montreal



"Okay, I've got him now, so fuck him good, Hank!" My girlfriend Sheila Sebastien all but shouted as she held my ass cheeks wide open while my buddy Henry "Hank" Mathieu got behind me and rubbed his hard dick against my well-lubricated asshole. Truth be told, I was quite nervous but I must admit, part of me was also craving this. That's what happens when you're a bisexual brother. Got all kinds of desires which can take hold of you at any given minute, yup.

Guess you're probably wondering who this is. The name is Christophe Robillard, my friends call me Chris, and I'm a young black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Montreal, Quebec. I attend the University of Montreal, and as you may have already guessed, I'm totally bisexual. If my bedroom is a tad bit crowded tonight it's because I let my girlfriend Sheila talk me into a threesome with my good friend Hank, who got kicked out by his obnoxious and closeminded parents, hence why he's crashing at my pad.

"Oh yeah, Chris definitely has a cute ass, thanks for prepping it with Aloe cream for me, Sheila, " Hank said, laughing as he gently caressed my ass. I turned around briefly and locked eyes with Hank, who grinned at me. Hank is six-foot-one, dark-skinned and muscular, with a smooth shaved head and a slick goatee. The brother has been my best friend since our halcyon days at Saint Justinian Academy in the north end of Montreal, Quebec. 

We are both from a Haitian immigrant background. I was born in the City of Montreal to immigrant parents, while Hank was born in Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti, and moved to Quebec in his younger days. We grew up in the same neighborhood of Montreal-Nord, attended the same predominantly Haitian church, which, if you know anything about Haitians, is saying a lot. Our parents knew each other and everything. Yeah, Hank and I have always been tight. 

After high school, Hank went to Concordia University to study civil engineering and I went to the University of Montreal to study computer science. Truth be told, I always had a bit of a crush on Hank but I never acted on it because I thought he was straight. I never would have guessed, since the dude always had a girlfriend, and not just any girlfriend. Hank always gets the dime pieces. Me? Not so much. I lucked out when I met Sheila Sebastien, seriously.

As you may have guessed, my girlfriend Sheila Sebastien is something else. Born in Les Cayes, southwestern Haiti, and raised in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, Sheila is a newcomer to the University of Montreal campus. She transferred from Carleton University and is studying for her MBA. With a unique combination of altitude, beauty, brains and booty, Sheila is what I call a Haitian Amazon. Don't come at a female like that unless you're correct, brothers.

The first time I saw this six-foot-tall, thick, fine-as-hell sister with the Jill Scott type of Afro, the dark brown skin and thick round and heart-shaped booty, I knew I wanted to make her mine. When you meet the one, you simply know. Sheila is six-feet-tall, bodacious and fearless, while I'm five-foot-nine, somewhat chubby and nerdy with thick glasses, but we clicked anyway. I should mention she's a sexual dynamo. More fun for me, I guess.

"Oh yeah, Hank, I've fucked his ass with my strap-on many times, it shouldn't be too tight for your big ole dick, hope you like the feel of Magnum condoms, that's all Chris and I use, " Sheila said, laughing and playfully slapping my ass. Damn, I know we're among friends, but does Sheila have to go there? Yes, I let my woman fuck my ass with a strap-on dildo. Don't judge me.

Why is that, you may ask? Oh, there are a myriad reasons. It's primarily because I'm kinky, and I'm usually a bottom with men, but I swore to my beloved Sheila that I'd be faithful to her, so she's the only one I've let anywhere near my ass throughout our passionate, at times tumultuous relationship. Yes, bisexual men can be faithful to the women in their lives. Now it's a different story, since Sheila revealed to me that she's okay with threesomes. 

"No worries, Sheila, I won't wreck Chris's ass too much," Hank said, laughing and I shook my head. Why am I always surrounded by clowns? I felt Hank's fingers up my ass, and heard Sheila tell him to add more lubricant. Damn, how did I let myself get talked into this again? Oh yeah, my best friend Hank came out as bisexual on Facebook, much to my shock ( and delight, since I kind of fancied Hank for years ) and my kinky girlfriend Sheila talked the two of us into this tryst that we're doing now. Women, eh?

"Um, be careful you two, this is my ass we're talking about," I whispered and Sheila's lovely face was suddenly in front of mine, her dark eyes glistening with mischief...and lust. Grinning wickedly, Sheila kissed me on the lips, and I kissed her back. Too late I realized that she was merely silencing me the best way she knew how. My buddy Hank's dick popped into my ass, and a mixture of exquisite pleasure and wicked pain washed over me.

"Oh fuck," I cried out, the moment Sheila stopped kissing me. Laughing, Sheila rubbed her big tits together, and then rubbed them against my face. I sucked on Sheila's tits and she giggled and winked at me. Meanwhile, Hank was working his dick up my ass like a pro. Damn, his dick wasn't as long as Sheila's seemingly endless supply of strap-on dildos, but it was decidedly thicker. Which made it hard on my ass, pun intended. 

"Chris, you alright?" Hank paused to ask, and I turned around once again, and was surprised to see a look of concern on Hank's handsome face. I nodded, and Hank smiled, then resumed fucking my ass. I groaned as Hank's dick sank deeply inside of me, going in places where no one had been before. Dildos are fun, and strap-on dildos even more so, but live dick is priceless. I say this as something of a connoisseur, folks.

"Yo, Chris, don't leave your woman hanging, bro, eat her pussy," Hank said, tapping my ass for emphasis. I turned around and shot him a look and my buddy grinned, and I turned and looked at Sheila's grinning face. Looks like it's two against one, not that I mind going down on my lady. Leaning back on the bed, Sheila spread her thick, sexy golden brown thighs invitingly.

"Hmm, yummy," I said, looking up at a grinning Sheila, who nodded eagerly. Without further ado, I buried my face between my lady love's thighs, and began to lick and tease the hell out of her wet, hairy cunt. A lot of guys don't like hairy women but they're totally my thing. I asked Sheila to stop shaving and she was totally fine with that. More fun for me. I like to go muff diving in an actual muff, you know.

"Oh yeah, Chris, go for it," Sheila said, giggling as I stuck two fingers into her cunt, teasing her clit with my tongue while fingering her. Meanwhile, Hank buried his dick even deeper in my ass. The brother went so deep that I felt his balls against the groove of my ass. Damn, I hadn't gotten fucked like this in a long time and loved every minute of it. Got to intense that I had to focus in order to lick my lady, seriously.

"Damn, that ass is too tight for me," Hank said, and I heard him sigh and moan as he pulled out of me. I winced as Hank pulled his dick out of my ass, and suddenly felt empty, but whatever. Sheila laid her hand firmly on the back of my neck, and I looked up at her. The stern expression on my lady's beautiful face surprised me.

"Eat it right," Sheila said, and I smiled and nodded. I lapped away at her cunt like a thirsty nomad finding an oasis after many days in the desert. Sheila closed her eyes, and I saw her voluptuous, Amazonian body shudder as I pleasured her with my mouth and fingers. I chanced a glance at Hank, and saw him sitting on the other side of the bed, stroking his dick while watching Sheila and I.

"The two of you are beautiful together," Hank said, and Sheila's eyes snapped open, and she grinned, then looked at me. Sheila winked at me, and then smiled at Hank. Just like that, we switched things up. This might be my apartment but everyone knows the lady of a house always takes control of everything going on in said house. It's just the way of the world. Besides, I was too horny to argue, and Sheila always gets her way anyway.

"Let's get this show on the road," Sheila said, and next thing I knew, my lady shoved me against the pillows and then kissed me. Hank joined us, and I watched as my buddy grabbed my dick and stroked it. Winking at me, Hank kissed me on the lips, and then kissed Sheila, who caressed his muscular, tattooed chest and then looked at me.

"Chris, Hank and I are going to suck your brains out, think you can handle it?" Sheila said, a daring look in her lovely, fearless eyes. I grinned and nodded, and just like that, my best friend and my girlfriend went down on me. Sheila sucked my dick while Hank massaged my balls and then sucked on them like they were sugar cubes. Oh shit, this is driving me nuts in a most wonderful way.

"Yo, Chris, which one of us is better?" Hank said, grinning at Sheila, before he flicked his tongue on my dick head. Sheila licked my ball sac, then looked at me expectantly. I looked at them both, and then bit my lip. Alright, that's the bisexual man's eternal dilemma. Whom does one prefer, the woman or the man? Fuck it, I'm greedy and I want it all.

"You both rock, can't choose between my lady and my best guy," I said, grinning, while mentally keeping my fingers crossed. Somehow, that answer seemed to satisfy Sheila and Hank, and they resumed sucking my dick like it was a contest. Hell, maybe for them it was. Whatever, I loved every moment of it. When I came, Sheila and Hank drank my seed, and I smiled, for I was a happy camper.

"That was fun, now I need you both to cooperate so you can satisfy me," Sheila said, eyeing Hank and I lustfully, while licking those succulent lips of hers. What do you think Hank and I said to that? I kissed Sheila, and then sucked on her left breast while Hank sucked on the right one. I slid my hand between her thighs and fingered her pussy, and Sheila moaned softly, and urged me to continue.

"Hank, my dear, I want to taste you, if that's okay with Chris here," Sheila said, a challenge in her voice. I looked at her, then at Hank. Shoot, I'm not the jealous type. Grinning, Hank stroked his big ole dick, which served the hell out of my ass earlier, and fed it to Sheila's full lips. Winking at me, Sheila grabbed Hank's dick and began sucking on it with gusto. 

Alright, I'm not going to sit here and tell you I didn't feel a certain way when I watched my best friend Hank get his dick sucked by my girlfriend Sheila. Bisexual or not, a man is a man. Don't forget that. About the scenario unfolding before me, I felt mixed emotions. Lust, envy, and more lust. A thought occurred to me. This is my three-bedroom apartment in Montreal-Nord which I pay for, and my damn bed, and fuck it, I can do whatever I want.

"Sheila, got room for one more?" I said, stroking my dick while looking at Hank. Sheila reached for my dick and stroked it, and then, amazingly, she managed to take both Hank and I into her mouth. Dammit, this woman is simply amazing! Sheila sucked us both, and in no time, I was harder than a rock. Which is good because I was horny as hell, and wanted to park my dick in someone's hole. Didn't matter to me whose hole it is.

"Alright, guys, let's fucking do this," Sheila said, laughing, and I kissed her, as did Hank. Reaching for the same bottle of Aloe cream that Sheila used on my ass earlier, I took some. So did Hank, who grinned at me. Just like that, we took Sheila. Now, in porno flicks, threesomes happen smoothly without any awkwardness. In real life, not so much.

"Sheila, ride Hank, and let me get a shot at that ass," I said, slapping Sheila's big brown butt for emphasis. Sheila rolled her eyes and I grinned then kissed her, while Hank gave me the thumbs up sign. We rolled condoms on our dicks. Hank lay on the bed, his hard black dick standing straight up, his muscular body glistening with sweat. For a brief moment I wished I were the one about to ride him like this, but only for a moment.

"Let's see if you can handle all this," Sheila said challengingly to Hank, then she turned around and blew me a kiss. I winked at her, then stroked my dick before adding more lube. I spread Sheila's ass cheeks wide open and lubricated her hole thoroughly. You can never have too much lubricant when it comes to anal sex, I swear. I pressed my dick against Sheila's backdoor and laid my hands on her wide hips, then I waited.

"Go for it," Sheila said, and just like that, she impaled her cunt on Hank's dick. That's my gal, she's such a trooper. A heartbeat later I eased my dick into Sheila's asshole. Sheila shrieked, and I stopped, as did Hank. Sheila took a deep breath, and then nodded at me after I inquired if she was alright. I resumed fucking her, as did Hank. We buried our dicks into Sheila's holes, and the tall Haitian Amazon howled in pleasure as we fucked her silly.

Much later, Sheila, Hank and I lay on the bed, happy as can be. I lay sandwiched between my best friend and my girlfriend. Had a big smile on my face that had little to do with sex. Seriously, I can't remember the last time I felt this happy. I smiled at Hank, and Sheila, and they smiled in turn. Without another word, I hit the light, and then we went to sleep.



Haitian Bisexuality: In The End



There are those out there who think gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transsexuals don't exist in the Haitian community. Well, I'm here to tell you once and for all that it is a lie. My name is Stephen Yvens Fils-Aime and I am a student-athlete at the Plymouth County Institute of Technology in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. The tale that I am about to share with you involves me and some of my fellow Haitians who happen to be gay, lesbian, transsexual and bisexual.

As a community, Haitians are secretive and quite narrow-minded. Also, they don't respond well to change. Haitian parents are notoriously tyrannical and quite often brutal when dealing with their rebellious offspring. And make no mistake, any Haitian parent who discovers that their son or daughter is gay or bisexual will see this as rebellious behaviour of the worst kind and reject them. 

Like I said, our people don't deal well with change. The word conservative doesn't even to describe them. They are allergic to change in any and all forms. They reject it and those who bring it. If you attempt to persuade them to change their viewpoints, they will laugh at you, mock you, insult you or even hurt you physically. Such is the way of my people. Our country has been independent from colonial imperialist powers such as The French since 1804 but they still refuse to grant full equal rights to their own fellow countrymen and women whom nature made different. 

Even the most well-educated and seemingly open-minded members of our community refer to gays and lesbians by derisive names such as Masisi or Madivinez, which is the Haitian equivalent for fag or dyke. Like I said, truly derogatory words. I don't associate with anyone who repeats them. Our community desperately needs enlightenment. And I will bring it to them whether they like it or not. Haitian men and Haitian women, both living in the island of Haiti and in America will have to reckon with the fact that queer Haitians exist and are worthy of respect. 

The first thing I did was create a group on the most popular of all student-oriented social networking sites. It's fairly to create one of those online groups. All you need is text and a few pictures. And so I created it. In the group description, I gave a solemn welcome to all my Haitian brothers and sisters who identified as gay, lesbian, transsexual and bisexual. I wanted them to know that they were not alone out there. There was nothing wrong with being different. You just had to learn to protect yourself and fight for your rights in a hostile and intolerant world. That's all. It's difficult but not impossible.

After creating the online group, I set about finding relevant pictures to put there. I found pictures of black men and black women on the Internet. I also found images of Haiti, particularly our country's cities, schools and most of all our flag. I put a lot of effort into embellishing the group. After searching the web for hours, I finally found something which gave me hope. A supportive web site about Haitians who are gay, lesbian, bisexual and transsexual. It wasn't some random web site created by some random person. This site had been created by Haitian activists, scholars and other professionals who rejected the intolerance with which the Haitian community viewed gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transsexuals. I can't tell you how happy this made me. I wasn't alone in my battle! I added this miraculous web site to my list of contacts!

I went to class. I'm a criminal justice major. Someday, I'm going to be a police officer. My whole life it's what I've wanted to do. Growing up in Haiti, I saw lawlessness and it wasn't pretty. I remember days when angry Haitian men and women armed with machetes marched through the streets of Cap Haitien, my native town. They burned houses. They destroyed vehicles. They rounded up people they considered to be their enemies and beat them senseless. And the whole time, there was nobody around to stop these madmen and madwomen because the cops were gone and chaos reigned. Yes, I saw all that. And I didn't like it one bit. I wanted to stop them but what could I do?

Years later, I am living in America. Attending a good college. Playing division two college football. Surrounded by bright men and women and learning at the feet of bright scholars. It was just like paradise. So many opportunities and possibilities. I still remembered where I came from, though. And this, more than anything else colored how I viewed the world around me. Since I grew up in a hostile, downright antagonistic environment, I was always looking for antagonists. People, institutions and forces who lived to tear others down.

I've seen a lot of injustice in America. A lot of bias in the system. Racial profiling. Discrimination against both men and women along with racial and sexual minorities. I watched good fathers being denied the right to see their offspring. I watched innocent men hauled to jail based on false accusations. I saw black people getting harassed and mistreated by a police force which labelled all of them Public Enemies. 

I saw gays and lesbians fight for their rights to live their lives as they chose, enjoy the same health benefits as straight people and have equal marriage rights. Watching people fight for their rights, both triumphing and failing, was definitely an inspiration for me. So I decided to join the fight. I would bring the light of enlightenment to the Haitian community, whether they liked it or not.

When I came back to my computer after a hard day at school, I was pleased to discover that quite a few people had joined the online group I'd created mere hours earlier. There were eight people. When I looked at their names and faces, I saw that many of them hailed from the Massachusetts area and attended local colleges. There was a young woman named Mildred Joseph and she attended Bay State College, as did James Louis II. Leonard Jean Baptiste hailed from UMass-Boston. Jennifer Legros went to Boston College. Alexander Ange-Marie hailed from Suffolk University. Luther Andre went to Northeastern University. Rose Angel Maupassant hailed from UMass-Dartmouth. Georges Saint Michel went to Boston University. Jasmine Robert went to Berklee College of Music. And finally there was Arnold Jean-Luc, who went to Plymouth County Tech, like me. How about that?

I smiled, and sent a group-wide message wishing them all welcome. I received quite a few messages from them in return. They had a lot of questions. I did my best to answer them. I simply told them the truth. My name is Stephen Yvens Fils-Aime. I play football for Plymouth County Tech. I attend the school's all-new campus in Boston. Yes, I am bisexual, though celibate at the moment. And so it began. The first student organization in America made up exclusively of gay, lesbian, bisexual and transsexual youth from the Haitian Community. In time, our numbers would increase drastically. We were destined to be a force our community would have to reckon with. And I had set it all in motion.