8 comments/ 9777 views/ 0 favorites Haitian Pride Chronicles Ch. 01 By: Samuelx My name is Karl Beau. I'm a six-foot-two, big and rugged, dark-skinned young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. The international Haitian community is going through some tough times these days. My friends and I have formed a group at school to raise money for the Haitian community and help the relief efforts of the international community in our Caribbean nation's capital. So far, we've done alright. I want Haitians in the capital city of Port-Au-Prince to survive what happened to the town. I also want to remind the international community that the Republic of Haiti has a government and we don't need to be taken over by the U.S. or any other foreign power who claim to have "our best interests" at heart. We're an independent nation and we're staying that way. Let's not dishonor the memory of the Haitian men and women who died in the earthquake by surrendering our republic to foreign powers. That's not what being Haitian is about. We endure hell on earth but hold our heads high. I was watching the footage of Haiti's capital on CNN one morning when my girlfriend Nadege Etienne walked by. The big and tall Black woman with the huge booty from hell wasn't wearing anything at all as she walked into the kitchen to get a drink. Normally, the sight of a big beautiful Black woman walking around naked in my dorm at Carleton University would turn me on but these days I was depressed. My country was in trouble. And now the vultures known as America and France were circling around, doubtless wanting to usurp the Haitian Government's place and take over the island because they "cared for us". I don't trust these imperialistic bastards. And the fact that America has a Black man as its current President doesn't mean Jack to me. My country has suffered at the hands of racists and imperialists before. The U.S. invaded in 1915, supposedly to remove a dictator and restore order. They stole a lot of gold from us and mistreated our citizens during that time. They stayed for almost twenty years then left a brutal military Haitian group in charge of the country, protecting the business interests of rich American corporations who had facilities in the country. In the 1990s they invaded again, supposedly to remove a dictator and restore order. They seem to want to stay in Haiti indefinitely. We're the poorest country in the Americas because they won't let us grow. They won't leave us alone. They're still making us pay for defeating the French slave-owners in the 1800s and proving to the world that white people aren't invincible. I'm particularly weary of the French government's involvement in the rescue efforts in the Republic of Haiti. Haitians and Frenchmen have no love for each other. Read our history. The French think of Haitians as barbarians simply because we rejected the system of slavery. We don't need their help. I'm less suspicious of the Canadians. Of all the white countries around, they seem least bitten by the imperialism bug. I think many Canadians actually want to help us Haitians. Lots of Haitians are living really well in Canada. The people of Haiti welcome their help. The U.S. and France, we don't trust. And with good reason. I don't want any foreign government to take over my country. I don't want the U.S. to usurp the authority of the Haitian President or the Haitian Government. Our people are shaken but Port-Au-Prince wasn't Haiti's only city. We have others. We have a government. We have leaders. The western powers who claim they want to help Haiti overcome the disaster caused by the earthquake should work with Haiti's government and Haiti's leaders, not act as conquerors taking over to save those who can't save themselves. Yeah, it's a tough time for my people. What can I do? I've already donated five hundred dollars to the relief effort. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University, majoring in business. I'm not a rich man. My parents, Franklin and Helene Beau aren't rich folks either. My dad is a math teacher at a local high school and my mom is a certified public accountant. We do okay for ourselves and own our house but we're not rich. Not by a long shot. I pray for my fellow Haitians. We're already a troubled country. We didn't need this mess on our hands. A massive earthquake is the last thing Haiti's people needed. Disasters of that magnitude seldom strike the likes of the United Kingdom, the U.S. or Japan. And they are the world's biggest nations. The ones with the most money. Yet mother nature reserves her fury for the poor people and the small nations. The universe is a cruel mistress. And I don't like it one bit. Haven't my people suffered enough? I was so focused on watching the news about Haiti that I didn't notice Nadege sitting next to me. I looked at her. She looked really sexy and she was smiling at me while handing me a beer. I took the beer and chugged down a damn good amount. Every night I go to sleep wishing what happened in my country was just a dream. And every morning I wake up to this grim reality, worse than any nightmare. My people are vulnerable. Imperialistic vultures in the international community are circling around us. I fear they're going to take what little we have away from us. Haitians don't need to be occupied indefinitely by the United States of America or any other foreign power. It's not in our best interests, or theirs. I don't want future generations of Haitians to resent us and the world for simply handing over the country to foreign powers. We could use some help with rescuing the victims of the disaster and eventually reconstructing the battered capital city. That's all we need. Taking us over for our own good isn't something we want. And we won't take it lying down. We're a resilient bunch and we're not afraid of pain or death. Ask a Frenchman sometime. They remember us. I was watching the news when suddenly I felt Nadege's hand on me. My big and tall, sexy Black woman had grabbed my groin. My eight and a half inches of thick, uncircumcised dick suddenly come to life. Nadege smiled and said she was going to take my mind off my problems. I shook my head. Why would she say that? I was born in Haiti. I came to Canada when I was about to start high school. I remember my country well. Nadege was born in Brampton, a town near Toronto, to Haitian parents. She's never been to Haiti. She speaks some Haitian creole and wears red and blue on Haitian Flag and says that makes her Haitian. How could I make her understand? Nadege takes my cock into her hand and starts stroking it like there's no tomorrow. In spite of myself, I start getting hard. Nadege kneels before me and takes my dick into her mouth. I watch her, amazed. Part of me wonders how she can think of sex at a time like this. Another part of me is really turned on. I guess that part won out because I got much harder as she sucked my dick and licked my balls. I felt guilty...and aroused. What in hell are we doing? Especially since my best friend Toussaint Jean Robert and his girlfriend Marie Delmar are in the next room. They spent the night in my dorm after the big fundraiser we had. The sound of Nadege and I fucking could wake up Toussaint and Marie. I couldn't care less about that as Nadege sucked my cock like her life depended on it. I ran my hands through her short, stringy hair. Imagine my surprise when I found myself staring into the eyes of another woman as my girlfriend went down on me. Marie Delmar had apparently woken up. My best friend Toussaint's girlfriend was a short, chubby and big-bottomed young Black woman with light brown skin, long black hair and pale brown eyes. She was on her way to the kitchen and had apparently slept in the nude. A very naked Marie Delmar stared at Nadege and and I as we did our thing. Nadege briefly looked up while sucking my dick and noticed Marie looking at us. I didn't quite know how to take Marie. She's half Haitian and half Puerto Rican, attends Algonquin College and doesn't appear to be much of a talker. Without a word, Marie started fingering her pussy while leaning against the wall. Apparently the sight of Nadege and I sucking and fucking turned her on. Now I've seen everything! Once Nadege got done sucking my dick, I put her on all fours and entered her sweet pussy from behind. Marie kept watching us, and she actually moved closer. I gripped Nadege's wide hips and thrust my cock deep inside of her. Nadege squealed as I began fucking her hard and fast, just the way she happened to like it. Her big ass jiggled as I tapped that pussy of hers. Marie was watching us and I guess I put on quite a show for her. Nadege let her freak flag fly, and I loved it. I smacked her big ass while fucking her. Moments later, we were joined by my buddy Toussaint. I found myself looking into my best friend's smiling face. Toussaint is a tall and lean, dark-skinned Haitian brother who keeps his head and face clean-shaven. He plays soccer for Carleton University and is wickedly popular with the ladies. Through Nadege he met Marie, his current main squeeze. I should also mention my buddy was completely naked. Yeah, his stuff was hanging out. Hot damn Toussaint had a big dick. He wrapped his arms around Marie and she purred like a kitten while masturbating and rubbing her big ass against him at the same time. This really turned on Toussaint. I just know it. Marie turned around and kissed her man. And just like that, they started doing it. Marie and Toussaint made their way to the couch opposite Nadege and me. Toussaint began sucking on Marie's big tits and fingering her pussy while she stroked his gigantic cock. Hot damn. They're wild. Well, my lady and I are wild too. Nadege turned around and told me to fuck her in the ass. Hmm. I like the sound of that. I've fucked her ass a few times and while it was fun, it's not something we do half as often as I'd like. I spread Nadege's big butt cheeks wide open and pressed my cock against her backdoor. Slowly, I worked my dick into Nadege's backdoor. Meanwhile, Toussaint licked Marie's pussy. Then he put her on all fours and started fucking her doggy style. Was this brother copying me or what? Apparently so. I smacked Nadege's big ass as I drilled my cock into her asshole. Nadege squealed as I fucked her ass the way she liked it. This big Black woman is into rough anal sex, not the sweet love-me-tender crap a lot of females say they want. And I had no problem giving it to her. Toussaint smacked Marie's ass as he fucked her. We winked at each other as we took our women on the ride of their lives. It was absolutely fucking awesome. Later, the four of us hit the showers. Just four collegiate members of the Haitian Diaspora trying to keep our spirits up in a time of international crisis for our people. We're survivors. The Haitian people will survive this and emerge stronger because of it. Our republic was founded by men and women who endured nightmares much worse than what we're going through right now. And unlike us, they had to go it alone. My fellow Haitians, please keep your head up. We shall overcome the nightmare we're collectively enduring. Ours is a strong nation. We're the ultimate survivors. We will get through this. My love to you. Peace. Haitian Pride Chronicles Ch. 02 My name is Kanisha Lambert. A big and tall ( six-foot-two by 240 pounds ) young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a student at Carleton University, majoring in business administration. I'm also a member of the Carleton University Women's Rugby Squad. These days, life is confusing as heck. The international Haitian community has been stunned by what happened back home and we're mobilizing just about everyone to try to help. Another major disaster is totally not what our people needed right now. We had major storms in 2008. And now we're starting 2010 with a massive earthquake. Are we cursed by the universe? Sometimes I think so. I've checked up on family and friends, and thankfully they're alright. All we can do is hope our people get the help they need. Luckily, Haiti's friends in Canada and the U.S.A. seem highly motivated to help. I can see we're going to get through this. Haiti is the most resilient country in the western hemisphere. Let no one tell you otherwise. Right now, I would do anything to take my mind off what's happening. I'm having some fun with my friends Paula Winston and Deanna Smyth. Paula is a five-foot-nine, chubby and big-bottomed, red-haired white chick who's been my neighbor for ages. She's also the first chick I ever kissed. We fooled around a couple of times but it was really nothing serious. My family is way too conservative for me to openly date a chick. And Paula isn't the type who likes to hide who or what she is. These days, she lives with her partner Deanna Smyth, a five-foot-ten, blonde-haired and green-eyed, skinny white chick who's as queer as can be. An out and proud suburban dyke. The two of them are close friends of mine. I'm somewhat of a bisexual so gays and lesbians are okay by me. My family members don't know I'm bisexual, though. Paula and Deanna wanted to relieve my stress. Working together, they found a way to take my mind off the terrible things happening in the world out there. Our erotically charged games turned out to be exactly what I needed. Sometimes, you've got to try something radically different, even a bit extreme, to take your mind off whatever is that's bothering me. Recent events around the world have forced me to realize that life is short. I'm twenty two years old and I've only been with two girls and three guys. I live at home with my nosy older sister Valencia and my deeply conservative parents so I don't have much privacy. Hanging out with my friends Paula and Deanna turned out to be exactly what the doctor ordered, as they say. How did they take my mind off the world's problems? Simply put, they fucked my brains out. Fucked the hell out of me. And you know what? I liked it! Paula and Deanna are totally into BDSM. Now, I'm somewhat of a BDSM fan. I've played occasionally, but never with two people at the same time. Especially two sexy women like Deanna and Paula. I told them I was sort of submissive and they helped me explore my submissive side. They ordered me to undress and I did. I showed them what I had. I'm a big and tall, dark-skinned young Black woman with big tits, a chubby body, wide hips, thick legs and huge, round ass. Deanna and Paula undressed as well. The two of them looked really good together. Paula was chubby and round like me while Deanna was skinny. I liked Deanna's slim body and perky breasts. Paula's big ass and big tits appealed to me immensely. I'm a big woman who likes big women. Once we were through admiring each other, the games began. Paula and Deanna laid me on the carpeted floor and went to work on me. Paula spread my chunky thighs and started licking and fingering my pussy like there was no tomorrow. Meanwhile, Deanna straddled my face and made me lick her pussy. I licked the skinny white chick's pussy like my life depended on it. A long time ago I discovered that I'm one of those Black chicks who like white pussy. Oh, well. I ate out Deanna's pussy and soon the skinny broad was squealing in delight. When she came, I licked every drop of her hot girly cum. Meanwhile, Paula was inserting her fingers inside my pussy, sometimes three at a time. I gasped in shock as she inserted her entire fist into my pussy. I instinctively tried to close my legs but Deanna joined Paula's efforts and kept them wide open. I can't believe I'm letting these two white bitches to do this to me. It feels so good, though. I just relaxed and enjoyed. Later, we tried some more kinky shit together. Paula took out her strap-on dildo and ordered me to get on my knees. I knelt before her and began sucking on her dildo. Meanwhile, Deanna played with my big ass. She kept grasping my big butt cheeks and squeezing them. Spreading my plump ass cheeks far apart, she began fingering my asshole. To be honest, I liked having my asshole played with. A lot of people are surprised when they hear that Black women like myself like anal sex. What the fuck? Black women like anal sex too. Don't be so surprised. After I sucked Paula's strap-on dildo properly she fucked me with it. Putting me on all fours, she shoved the dildo up my pussy and began fucking me roughly. Meanwhile, Deanna made me lick her pussy. Apparently she really liked what I could do while going down on her. Paula grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked on it while fucking my pussy with the strap-on dildo. We switched things around. Deanna was now wearing the strap-on dildo while I sucked on Paula's toes. Deanna was a lot kinkier than I thought she'd be. Not content with plowing my pussy like Paula had done earlier, she went straight for my ass. Deanna spread my plump ass cheeks wide open and pressed the dildo against my asshole. With a swift thrust she entered me. And just like that, the skinny white chick began fucking this big Black woman in the ass. Gripping my hips tightly, Deanna worked the dildo into my asshole. It hurt a bit. I haven't had anything that big up my ass in ages. Deanna smacked my ass while fucking me. The skinny white chick told me she'd dreamed of fucking me with a strap-on dildo for ages. Paula laughed and said something about Deanna being addicted to gorgeous big Black women. Personally, I don't think that's a bad thing. Not at all. To be honest, although it hurt a bit, I kind of liked the way Deanna's dildo slid in and out of my asshole. The skinny white chick flipped me on my back, fucking me in a new way. Deanna looked right into my eyes while slamming the dildo into my asshole. I tried to touch my pussy but she brushed my hands away. Paula joined in on the fun. She rubbed her foot against my pussy and slipped her big toe inside. When she did that, it just about drove me nuts. The combination of Paula's big toe digging up my pussy and Deanna's thick dildo filling my ass practically kicked me into orbit. I screamed passionately as I came, my pussy oozing cum all over Paula's foot. Paula eagerly started licking up my cum. Deanna continued fucking my ass for a bit then she pulled out abruptly. Before I could say anything, she shoved the dildo into my mouth, silencing me. I tasted my ass on the dildo that just fucked the hell out of me. Yummy! Afterwards, the three of us hit the showers. Yeah, I definitely had fun with my friends and neighbors. I'm keeping busy while trying to help the international Haitian community as best as I can. What else can I do? I can't in good conscience turn my back on them. My people need my help and as a member of the Haitian Diaspora, it's my duty to help them. Somehow, we're going to get through this bloody disaster. I don't know why so many misfortunes keep befalling us. We're already an embattled nation. I think we're going to emerge stronger from this. I sincerely pray for it. Haitian Pride Chronicles Ch. 03 The name is Teejay Volmar. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the Meadowlands area of Ottawa in the province of Ontario, Canada. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University, majoring in Criminal Justice. I recently moved to Canada from the U.S. I spent the past ten years in Brockton, Massachusetts. The City of Champions. I miss my old town sorely. It was so wonderfully diverse. Today, another town is in my consciousness. The city of Cap-Haitien, in Northern Haiti. Ever since the Earthquake hit, I've been calling my relatives frantically, trying to make sure everyone is okay. My parents, Francois and Elsie Volmar still live there. My folks don't like to venture to the capital city of Port-Au-Prince, the place that has been hit worst by the Earthquake but you never know. I just want to hear their voices again. I've called my other relatives all over the place. I've called up relatives such as my cousins Mario and Nessa in Brentwood, New York. I also called my aunt Carmen in Copiague and my grandmother Clothilda. So far, no one's called me back. I certainly hope my uncle Bob, who lives in Port-Au-Prince, is doing alright. Man, I can't stop worrying. I'm a nervous wreck. I went to the local convenience store and bought some more phone cards to call up family members. Again, nobody's picking up. Of all the days for them to be acting funny. The international community seems willing to help. I sure hope they do. There are many lives at stake. My beloved Haiti has enough problems. Why did we have to have a frigging earthquake on top of it? As if the political strife, the gang violence and the economic crisis weren't enough. I mean, we Haitians are a strong, resilient people but enough is enough. What you won't read anywhere is the fact that we're the most resilient people in the Western Hemisphere but the universe has got to give us a damn break. We've got enough problems. I feel so awful about the whole thing. I'm an able-bodied young man. If I were in the Republic of Haiti right now, once I made sure my folks were alright, I'd be in the capital city trying to help. Unfortunately, I'm not. And I can't go back to Haiti to help my people. Why? Long story. Involves a complicated, international immigration deal gone haywire...ten years ago. I can't leave Canada...yet. More than anything I wish I could help my people. I'm going to send my relatives some money via Western Union...and I'm also going to donate to the international relief efforts which are trying to help my countrymen right now. We so didn't need these kinds of troubles right now. We're a small country with a rich history and unique culture. We're not the richest land out there but we hold our heads high in tough times. For this disaster to befall us now, well, let's just say that the universe is too cruel... I went to visit my friend Rosa Torino after classes ended at Carleton University. Rosa and I have been friends for quite some time. This five-foot-ten, chubby and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Brazilian chick is one of my closest pals. When I came to Canada a few months ago, I was a wreck. In more ways than one. I had recently graduated from Brockton Community College with my associate's degree in Criminal Justice and lacked the funds to continue with my education. Moving to Canada and becoming a legal resident there seemed like a good idea, but I would miss my life in Brockton sorely. Brockton is the most diverse town in New England. Fifty two percent of the one-hundred-thousand-person population is of African-American, Hispanic, Middle-Eastern, Asian or Cape Verdean descent. Moving to Canada meant living behind one of the few places in the world where I actually felt like I fit in. A big and tall young Black man walking through downtown Ottawa sticks out like a sore thumb in this bastion of Whiteness. The same young man walking through Brockton doesn't get a second look from the locals. In the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, racial diversity is here to stay. Brockton is well on its way to becoming a Chocolate City, like the towns of Washington D.C. and Oakland along with Detroit and Atlanta. Like Harlem used to be before scores of African-Americans moved out and the Asians, Whites and Hispanics moved in. Another thing I missed about Brockton is the gay nightlife there. There are lots of gay and lesbian clubs in the city of Brockton. For a bisexual guy like myself, it was a lot of fun. Ottawa doesn't really have a gay scene or much of a night life. Whether you're straight or gay, you'll soon realize nightclubs in Ottawa truly suck. And not in a good way. Rosa tried to get me to go out to a few clubs but the scene didn't appeal to me. Girls or guys, Ottawa's residents didn't appeal to me sensually. These folks are strange. They're too fake. Also, there's an almost tangible racism in certain spots in Ottawa. Canadians like to say they're the most friendly people on the planet. I beg to differ. I've encountered a lot of racists in Canada. Mostly old white women ( and men ) who gave me shady looks when they ran into me at the mall or on the bus. I also ran into something weird. Racist Asians who gave me dirty looks simply for being a Black man entering their stores or restaurants. These same Asians were very friendly and almost subservient to the white people entering the premises. How about that? Asians who hate Blacks but love white people. Amazing. Really amazing. I guess they've forgotten that it's white people who tried to take over Imperial Japan, and it's white people who stormed Vietnam and it's also white people who continue to keep the Republic of China at arm's length on the international scene. And let's not forget the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. When have Africans or African-Americans ever mistreated Asians en masse? I don't know. Yet they hate our guts. Weird, man. Really weird. Anyway, I was chilling at Rosa's place. Trying not to think about the horrors Haiti's men and women were enduring in the capital city right this minute. I thought of my memories of Haiti. The beautiful country where I grew up. Surrounded by my loving family. My father's an airline pilot and my mother is a schoolteacher. We lived in a nice house in the upper-middle-class neighborhood of Bel-Air, not far from the big city of Cap-Haitien. I attended College Notre Dame Du Perpetuel Secours, an all-male Roman Catholic school. My sister Ariel attended Sisters Saint Joseph, an all-female Catholic school. We lived okay lives, I guess. People visiting Haiti from the western world never see the raw beauty of the island, the strength of its men or the charm of its women. They never venture outside of the messy big cities. They never explore the clean, quiet and peaceful countryside. Realm of the big farms. The true heart of the Haitian Nation. I grew up in a nice area. The small town where I grew up was clean and crisp, and quite peaceful. Of course, CNN never shows this. They only show the pain and misery, never the good times and the good people. Reporters are nasty people if you ask me. Exploiting the pain of others is how they gain their lives. I think I've seen sharks with more heart. I drifted to sleep on Rosa's couch, watching the disturbing images of my country on CNN. I thought of my loved ones, and not just family members. I thought of my ex-boyfriend Jeffrey Jean in the city of Brockton. He's a tall, lean and light-skinned Haitian-American stud who runs cross country for the University of Massachusetts. Like me, he's bisexual. We had a passionate relationship for two years before I left Brockton for good. Jeffrey has family members in the region of Saint Marc, which isn't far from Port-Au-Prince. I'll have to call him to make sure his people are doing alright. Jeffrey and I didn't exactly end things well. He dumped my ass and got engaged to this big-booty Haitian chick named Nadege Simon. Some broad he met at Northeastern University. I guess Jeffrey's decided to give heterosexuality a try. I don't think his relationship with Nadege Simon is going to work. He likes guys and girls. That makes him bisexual. Whether he admits it to himself or not. It's not something that magically goes away. Jeffrey and I did have some good times together. I remember one time we hooked up in my old house on Mash Street in the west side of Brockton. It was a Friday night and all my relatives were gone. My aunt and uncle had a date night, and my sister was out with her newest boyfriend. I stayed home, watching Stargate reruns on the Sci-Fi Channel while eating some Chinese food. Jeffrey dropped by and we watched TV together. Since we were two horny bisexual guys home alone, we got busy. One minute we were making out on the couch and next thing I knew, we were buck-naked. Jeffrey stroked my long and thick, uncircumcised cock and squeezed my balls. I loved it when he did that. I kissed him passionately and ran my hands all over his sexy naked body. I'm six-foot-one and kind of chubby, with lots of hair...everywhere. Jeffrey was six-foot-four, lean and athletic, like an Olympic sprinter. Hot damn he looked good. I stroked his big dick and took him into my mouth. I sucked his cock and got him nice and hard in a matter of minutes. Jeffrey put on a condom and bent me over the sofa. Next thing I knew, he was pumping his cock into my ass like his life depended on it. I stroked my dick as Jeffrey slammed his cock up my ass. He fucked me good. Hard and fast, just the way I liked it. After we fucked, Jeffrey and I got dressed and went back to watching TV. He left around eleven, shortly before my aunt and uncle returned. Yeah, we had some good times together. I was snapped out of my erotic reverie by the sound of Rosa asking me if I wanted something to eat. I shook my head, then looked at her. To my immense surprise, Rosa was wearing a bra and panties, and nothing else. She smiled when she saw how shocked I was. She asked me if I'd ever seen a nearly naked woman before. I laughed. Of course I had. Before I discovered the flavor of other men, I used to bang a lot of chicks. Haitian chicks. Jamaican chicks. Japanese chicks. Cape Verdean chicks. Mexican chicks. I've been around the block in Brockton. Still, sex with women isn't as much fun as sex with guys. Guys take care of other guys sexual needs. Women are quite often selfish lovers. And heterosexual men spoil them rotten. In the bedroom, it's all about them. I don't like that. It's got to be reciprocal otherwise what's the point? Rosa asked me how long it had been since I fucked a woman. I chuckled as I thought about it. The last woman I fucked was Madeline, this chick I met at a laundromat a couple of years ago. She was tall and curvy, half Haitian and half Irish, and was really good at sucking dick. She had a sweet pussy too. We had fun. Then I met Jeffrey and that magic dick of his hypnotized me and I forgot all about Madeline. I told Rosa about my adventures with Madeline, wondering where she was going with this. Rosa grinned seductively, and told me she'd fancied me for quite some time. I smiled. Hmm. She walked toward me, and took my hands into hers. She placed my hands on her big ass, and told me to squeeze. Well, squeeze I did. Rosa grinned, then she kissed me. I kissed her back. Next thing I knew, we were all over the living room. I unzipped my dark gray pants and took off my red and blue Haitian Pride T-shirt. Rosa looked at my big and tall, rugged body. The big Black woman licked her lips, apparently she liked what she saw. She went straight for my dick. Rosa took my dick into her mouth and began sucking it like there was no tomorrow. I leaned back on the couch and tried to relax as she sucked me off. I was amazed at how good she was at sucking cock. Most women aren't good at sucking dick. I usually don't even bother asking my female lovers for oral sex because they usually do it with some reluctance and not much gusto or talent. Rosa was apparently the exception. This chick sucked cock with as much gusto as some gay men I've known. Cool. Once Rosa had me nice and hard, she wanted to ride me. I pulled on a condom and began fingering her hairy pussy. Apparently, this chubby Brazilian mama didn't believe in shaving down there. Cool. I don't mind. Personally, I don't shave below the neck. I think it's unmanly. Rosa's pussy was already wet. She urged me to fuck her. I watched as she got on all fours, face down and ass up. Hmm. I guess she likes doggy style fucking. I put my hands upon her wide hips and thrust my cock into her pussy from behind. I fucked her nice and slow, but she apparently liked the rough stuff. As requested, I fucked her harder. Rosa squealed in delight as I fucked her. We went on like this for a few minutes, then tried something else. To my great surprise, Rosa wanted to try anal sex with me. Wow. Talk about a shocker. I have fucked some guys up the ass and a couple of guys have fucked me but I've never fucked a woman in the ass before. I was under the impression that most women didn't like anal sex. Rosa laughed and said I had a lot to learn about women. Spreading her plump ass cheeks, Rosa told me she probably liked anal sex more than I did. Well, we'll see about that. I lubed up her ass, then pressed my dick against her anus. With a swift thrust, I entered her backdoor. Upon penetrating Rosa's asshole, I noticed how warm and tight her asshole felt. Rosa slowly exhaled as I entered her. Her asshole gripped my dick like a vise. Wow. She asked me how it felt. I shrugged. A hole's a hole, to tell you the truth. I told Rosa it felt good. Gripping her wide hips tightly, I began fucking the big Black woman's tight asshole with gusto. This was my first time fucking a woman in the ass and I intended to enjoy it. I slammed my dick up Rosa's asshole. She howled as I fucked her. Laughing, I pinched her big butt cheeks as I drilled her ass. I wanted to make her big shapely ass pay for being so damn tempting. Just because I'm a bisexual guy doesn't mean I don't find a piece of chunky female ass unappealing. In fact, I kind of like big women with big butts. Still, I had no idea anal sex with a woman could be so much fun. I thought fucking guys up the ass and having them shove their dicks up my ass was the greatest thing in the world. Rosa's asshole felt different from a guy's. Not better, just different. Cool. I fucked that supple ass of hers until I came. I pulled out, and removed the condom. Rosa turned around abruptly and took my cock in her mouth. She drained me of my fluids. Kinky. I liked it. Rosa grinned, and told me she'd been wanting to do this for ages. I smiled. It's all good. I went back to watching CNN, praying that my fellow Haitians were okay, especially my family members. I'm dialing up my parents every hour on the hour, hoping for good news. I know my people will get through this. I fell asleep on the couch with Rosa next to me. When I woke up, the phone rang. It was my dad, calling me from Haiti to let me know he and mom were alright. I can't tell you how happy I was to hear his voice. I promised to send him and mom some help, though he was reluctant to accept. It's times like these that makes a man realize what the important things in life are. In the end, all that matters are the ones who make your world worth living in. Rosa snuggled up to me on the couch, and changed the channel. She was right, I guess. I already planned to send aid to my countrymen in Haiti and to my family. Watching more footage on CNN would only sicken me. Especially since I couldn't magically go there and make everything better. I'm a man, not a god. I pulled Rosa closer to me and kissed her forehead. Rosa kissed me back, and we began watching a rerun of the television series Andromeda. Took my mind right off the world's troubles...well, that and our hookups later. We all deal with tragedy in our own way.