8 comments/ 42504 views/ 22 favorites Ashlee and JD Ch. 01 By: DrHuge It all started because of one blonde hair. When Ashlee broke up with the boyfriend she'd had for most of the first three years of college, she decided she needed to make a change. Bill cheated on her at the start of senior year, although she'd felt herself losing interest in him for some time. She could only remember them having sex once that summer, and she hadn't really been into it that time. So he slipped up with a drunk underclassmen girl and Ashlee refused to take him back. Then, to get a new start, she decided to bleach her long black hair. It was so blonde it was nearly white, and she enjoyed the attention that her new look attracted. Her large chest and round ass also probably helped in the attention-getting department. One person who started paying more attention was her Bio lab partner, J.D. J.D. had been in her introductory Bio class over the summer semester, which is how they paired up as lab partners when they ended up in the same intermediate class in the fall. He was cute, and Ashlee enjoyed flirting with him, even when she was still dating Bill, but she'd assumed nothing would come of it, because he wasn't her type. First of all, he was short...about her height, and she'd always dated tall guys. Second, he was black, and she couldn't imagine what her parents would think. They never said anything to her, but she remembered when her older sister Susan went off to college, one of the things they told her was "don't bring home a black guy!" Still, when she went blonde, J.D.'s flirting became more serious. "Damn, girl!" he said when she walked in that first day. "You've got to warn a guy before you walk in looking like that." She enjoyed the attention and also noticed that even though he was short, he was obviously well built, judging from the way his t-shirts clung to the muscles in chest and back. So she wasn't entirely surprised when he hung around by the lab door after class one day until she'd finished collecting her books. She was surprised at his serious manner. All the laughing and joking was gone as he looked deep into her eyes. "So, you single now, right?" he asked. "Yes," she said, meeting his gaze. "You want to do something tonight? Dinner and a movie, maybe? I'll take you out." She had a hard time tearing away from the intensity in his chocolate brown eyes. "Sure," she said. "That sounds great." Her friends teased her mercilessly that afternoon. "Move over Bill, now there's someone bigger," said Kelly. "Oh, come on," Ashlee argued. "Bill was at least half a foot taller than J.D." "There's height, and then there's length," her Kelly said. Ashlee blushed. "Oh, that's just a stereotype," she said. Her friends just looked at her. "Isn't it?" she asked. "You're in your fourth year of college , and you're just now going out with your first black guy?" Ashlee nodded. "Well you let us know what you find out." "Well, I won't find anything out for awhile," Ashlee said. "It's our first date tonight." Kelly nodded knowingly. "Your curiosity will get you. You watch." Meanwhile, across campus, J.D. was getting the same treatment. "That girl just got blonde, and now she's gonna get her first brother," said Tyrell. "Come on, man," J.D. said. "It's not like that. She's a friend. We're just going to have a night out." "Wait a minute," said Tyrell. "It sounds a lot like brother is still waiting to have his first blonde girl!" J.D. didn't answer and Tyrell cackled a laugh. "You watch, she's a friend now, but she'll be all over you once she decides she needs a look to see if it's true." "She's not going to be looking at anything." "One little sideways glance," Tyrell said knowingly. "That's how you'll know it's about to go down. She just take one little peek down...and it's about to be on." J.D. picked her up at her apartment. He was wearing black slacks and a nicer shirt than his usual tees. She still admired the way it fit his torso, though. He held the passenger door for her. She breathed deeply as she got in. He always smelled nice...she wasn't sure if it was cologne or skin lotion, but tonight, he also had a musky smell, like he'd taken time to choose something she'd like. They made light conversation as he drove away. He asked why she went blonde, and she explained she'd just needed a new look. "Well, it's a good look," J.D. said with a laugh. "Thank you," Ashlee said quietly. Then she noticed that one of her blonde hairs had gotten on the leg of his slacks. "Oh," she said. "My hair is always getting all over everything. I'm sorry. Let me get that." She brushed at his right thigh, but the hair clung to the material. So she tried to pick it up. That's when she felt his rock solid leg muscle. "Wow," she said. "I knew you must work out your upper body, but I never noticed how cut your legs were." "Yeah," J.D. said. "I spend a lot of time in the gym." He squirmed uncomfortably in the drivers seat. He liked the feel of her hand on his leg. She was squeezing his thigh muscle now. In fact, he liked it a little too much and felt himself sprouting an erection. He could hear Tyrell cackling in his mind. Ashlee couldn't believe where she was. Not only was she on a date with a guy other than Bill, but she was in the car with a black guy, and she had her hand on his upper leg. And she was starting to think that he might have been sculpted, not born. She thought about what Kelly had said earlier that day. Before she could think about it, she darted a quick glance at his crotch. She blushed, but she also couldn't believe what she saw. "That can't all be him," she thought. "It must just be the way the material of the pants is creased or something." It was quick, but J.D. saw the look. He also saw her eyes widen ever so slightly. He was silently kicking himself for getting aroused a couple minutes after getting this white girl in the car. Ashlee continued rubbing his thigh. Then she reached to feel his left thigh, the one by the driver's side door. "I'll just brush against his pants and prove it's just an illusion," she thought. "Is the other one just as solid?" she started to ask, but the sentence stopped midway through the word "just". As she reached across his lap, she felt something jabbing into her forearm. It was all him. As impossible as it seemed, she was sitting there with her arm resting against her black friend's penis. "Penis," she thought to herself with a chuckle. "Anything that big's got to be a cock." She rubbed her hand back and forth on his thigh, moving her arm as she did. Neither she nor J.D. were aware of the feel of her palm on his leg though. Their attentions were elsewhere. J.D. couldn't believe it. Tyrell had been right. It was about to be on. He shifted again in his seat, this time to press himself against her a little more. Ashlee slid her hand a few inches to the right, then a few more, until it cupped his crotch...well, at least some of it. J.D. seemed to spill out above and below her hand. J.D. looked away from the road to glance at her. She looked at him. "Damn," she said. He laughed. She ran her hand all the way up J.D.'s cock and all the way down. It took a long time. "My friends told me this would happen," she said. "Mine too," he said. "Damn," she said again. She wrapped her thumb and fingers around it to feel its girth. It was like holding the handle of a baseball bat. "I'm not usually like this on a first date," she said, "but..." "Damn," he finished. She laughed. "I'm not either," he said. "You're not?" she asked. "Usually like this?" She gave him a squeeze. Before he could answer, she decided there was no point holding back now. "I need to see it," she said. "Ok." She opened the buttons to his slacks and slid down the zipper. She immediately felt its bulbous head pressing against her hand, through the thin material of his boxers. A million thoughts went through her mind. What would her parents think? Her sister Susan? Kelly? Bill? He lifted his hips and helped her slide down his boxers. His cock popped out and bounced a little as it saw the light of day. She inhaled sharply. It looked even bigger than it had felt. It was nine or ten inches long at least. It looked like he could easily use it to honk the horn on the steering wheel. She wasn't sure if she could wrap her hand all the way around it. Underneath were two massive balls in a black sack. Just like the rest of him, his package looked like it had been sculpted by an artist. She cupped his balls and felt the warm weight of them in her hand. Then she ran her fingers up and down the smooth black skin on his cock. She held her palm against him, admiring her white skin and red painted nails against his dark skin. J.D. marveled at her touch, feeling himself grow as she felt him. He struggled to keep his attention on the road. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw he slide her arm out of the shoulder harness of her seat belt. Then she leaned over to his side of the car. She leaned forward until her face was a few inches from his cock. He could feel her warm breath on him. Then she turned and looked up at him with a sparkle in her blue eyes. He almost came right then. "Don't crash," she said. He started to say "I won't," but the words never made it out. She was on him, running her tongue up and down his cock. He slouched in his seat to give her more room to work. She took him in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. The car swerved slightly, at first, but he was able to get it under control. They were approaching the restaurant, but there was no way he was stopping this car right now. He drove past the parking lot and continued down the block. Ashlee couldn't believe herself. She'd have bet anything that she would never do something like this, but here she was. All she could think about was rewarding this man for having such a huge black cock and sculpted body. She squeezed his thigh with one hand while she continued to bob up and down, sucking on him. He stopped at a red light. A car pulled up in the lane to his left. The girl in the passenger seat glanced over, then did a double take when she saw the mop of blonde hair bouncing up and down in J.D.'s lap. The man driving her craned his neck to get a better look. J.D. suddenly didn't care. He leaned back and took it all in. The light turned and he sped off. The car next to him tried to keep up, but he quickly lost them. Ashlee stopped suddenly and looked up at him. "I don't know what's gotten into me. I'm not usually like this," she said. "Baby," JD said, looking down into her blue eyes. "I don't care." She laughed and he placed a hand on her head, guiding her back onto his cock. She cupped his balls with one hand and continued to suck. She felt them tighten and knew he must be close. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, then dropped down onto him as far as she could take him into her mouth and throat, then slowly slid back up, inch by inch. As she prepared to drop again, he let go with a groan. "Aw fuck," he said as the first spurt of cum hit the back of her mouth. It was hot and salty and she swallowed it down just as the next jet hit. She swallowed that down too, as well as the next two or three. She could hear him breathing heavy, but he seemed to have kept the car on the road. She continued to rub his balls lightly as she lay with her head in his lap. After about ten seconds, it spurted again, sending a small jet of cum across her cheek. She carefully wiped it with one finger and put it into her mouth. She took him in her hand and gently kissed the head of his cock, then she leaned down and kissed the shaft. Slowly she pulled herself upright. He was looking at her with shock, but also that same intensity she saw when he first asked her out. "I think you missed your turn," she said. Ashlee and JD Ch. 02 After Ashlee surprised both of them with a blow job on the road a few minutes into their first date, J.D. pulled into the restaurant parking lot. Ashlee couldn't believe what she'd done, but she didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. If he was going to go around with a huge, magnificent black cock like that, how could she be expected not to suck it? She was already wondering how long it would take him to recover so she could try again. J.D. also didn't feel uncomfortable. He knew Ashlee was fun to be around in class, and when she went blonde, he thought she might have a wild side, but he'd had no idea how wild. He glanced over at her in the passenger's seat and watched he large breasts bounce slightly as he drove over a speed bump. He couldn't see her ass right now, but he had stolen enough looks at it to know it was tight and round. She'd had her way with him on the way here, and he couldn't wait to find out when he'd get the chance to sample what she had to offer. He parked and went around the car to open her door for her. As they walked toward the restaurant, he slipped his arm around her waist. Despite their recent activity, he could feel his crotch stirring already as she pulled tight against him and added a little extra sway to her walk. Just before he opened the restaurant door for her, Ashlee leaned over and spoke into his ear. "Strangest thing," she said. "I'm kind of full right now." She then walked past him into the restaurant with a smirk. Things didn't go well once they got inside. The maître d glared at the young black man with arm around his blonde white girlfriend. Even though J.D. had made reservations, they were asked to sit and wait in the lobby for several minutes. J.D. fumed. Ashlee tried to make conversation, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. She spoke quietly to him. "Do you think he's treating us differently because you're black and I'm white?" J.D. nodded, eyes wide. "You think he's racist?" He nodded again. She put her hand on his chest and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "Well, what do you think he would have said if he'd seen us a few minutes ago?" she asked. "When your thick black cock was spraying cum into my little white mouth? What would he do if he knew I could still taste you on my lips?" She ran her tongue over her lips and purred, "Mmm." She slid her hand down his chest—not far, but enough to send a message about where she'd like it to go. Then she pulled back and looked at him, eyes sparkling. He smiled, in spite of his mood. "Damn," he said. "You're a handful, girl." "You don't know the half of it," she said. Their buzzer went off then, signifying that their table was ready. A hostess took to menus and led them across the restaurant to a table in a secluded back corner, about 20 feet from the door to the kitchen. J.D. frowned again. "Now what's wrong?" she asked. "They hid us in the back," he said. "So no one else would see us." "It's all in how you look at it," she said. "They just marched us past everyone in here. They all saw us. They're all imaging us together right now." He pursed his lips, fighting off a grin. "OK. You win," he finally conceded. Despite her positive attitude, it became clear they weren't getting the highest level of service. They had a long wait before someone brought them water, and an even longer wait before they returned to take their order. "Maybe they knew we wanted a little privacy," Ashlee suggested. "For what?" he asked. She smiled a mischievous grin. "What?" he repeated. "Take it out," she said. "Are you nuts?" he asked. "They'll kick us out. They'll have me arrested." She ruffled the long tablecloth and said, "No one will see. Besides, they'd have to come back here to catch us." "Us?" he asked. "What are you going to do that would get you caught?" "You'll see...if you just take it out." He shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She watched him reach under the table and fiddle around. Then she heard the unmistakable noise of his zipper. He squirmed in his seat to free himself. "There," he finally said. "Happy? It's out." She lifted her side of the tablecloth and peeked under. "So it is," she said. It was hard already and pointing across the way at her. It looked as amazing as it had in the car. Since J.D. was about her height, she'd decided to wear flats on their date, no stockings. She slipped the one off her right foot and straightened her leg under the table. She gently twisted her foot into J.D.'s crotch. He jumped slightly. "Cold feet?" she asked and ran her toes up and down the length of his cock. Then she did the same with the arch of her foot. "No," he said. "I just...wasn't expecting that." She pressed the soft bottom of her foot against his length. Then she peeked under the table. "Just as I thought," she said. "About a foot long." "But then again," she said, "I have tiny feet." She kicked off her left shoe and had that foot join the right. She sandwiched him between her feet and rubbed his dick back and forth. She poked her left foot underneath him, putting it flat against his seat and lifted his ball sack with the top of her foot. She hefted it a few times, feeling the full weight of his balls. She wrapped the toes on her right foot around the tip of his penis and gently pulled it down. J.D. felt her soft feet working against him. Blood was throbbing in the tip of his cock, and he'd never felt so big before. He began to slowly thrust his hips against her feet and closed his eyes. Then, all of a sudden, both feet were gone. He snapped his eyes open and quickly looked over his shoulder to see if someone had come out of the kitchen door. Ashlee was looking at him, still with the mischievous grin. "Do me a favor," she said. He felt her foot rub against his calf, moving up his leg slowly. "What?" "Pick up your spoon." He unwrapped the rolled-up napkin in front of him and pulled out a soup spoon. "Now throw it on the floor under the table." He hesitated. She pressed her big toe against the base of his shaft and moved it in slow circles, gradually applying pressure. "Ok," he said, and dropped it under the table, where it made a "clink clink" noise as it hit the floor. "I'll get that," she said and slid down her seat and disappeared under the table. "What are you doing," he whispered, looking wildly around. No one was close to them or paying the slightest bit of attention. He lifted the tablecloth, but she quickly said, "Ah ah. No peeking!" Both of her hands gripped his cock and guided it downward until he felt it enter the warmth of her mouth again. One hand slid down and began to knead his balls. In the car, she had explored him. Now, she hungrily devoured his meat, moving her head furiously and sucking hard. It was like she knew the waiter could return at any time, and she needed to hurry. J.D. looked over his shoulder and saw the kitchen door swing. No one came out , at least not yet, but someone was standing right there. "Ashlee," he said. "I think someone's coming." Somehow, she picked up the pace, with her hand and mouth. He fought the urge to just give in and looked over his shoulder again. The waiter was now leaving the kitchen. He began to trudge toward them, in no hurry. "I mean it, you're going to have to finish that later." Ashlee was clearly on a mission. She was not going to stop. Pleasure overwhelmed him. Before too long, he didn't care if they got caught or kicked out. All he could think about was her tongue and lips, engulfing him. He let go, spraying cum in huge spurts. If she hadn't been there to block it, it felt like he would have knocked the table over with the force of his spray. He came and came and came, letting his breath out in a huge gasp. Just then he heard a voice and opened his eyes. "Are you ready to order," asked the waiter in a bored voice. He was standing at the edge of their table now. Just then, Ashlee popped up on her side of the table. She nonchalantly wiped her mouth, then looked away from the waiter and smiled at J.D. She held up his spoon. "Got it," she said. She held it out to the waiter. "We're going to need another one." Ashlee and JD Ch. 03 Ashlee picked at her dinner. Even though the chicken dish was the second best thing she'd put in her mouth all night, after two gushing blowjobs in less than an hour, she really was kind of full. J.D. made pleasant conversation with her throughout the meal, and they both laughed a lot. In addition to their intense physical chemistry, they got along really well with each other. As they made their way out of the restaurant, Ashlee realized that, even though she'd blown J.D. twice on this first date and also given him a foot job, they still hadn't kissed. She stopped walking. J.D. was holding her hand, his large black fingers entwined in her smaller white ones, and he pulled to a stop as well. The two were standing in the front doorway of the restaurant, in full view of the maître d who had been so rude to them when they came in. "Thank you for dinner," Ashlee said with a smile. She then leaned forward and gave him a long passionate kiss, probing deep into his mouth with her tongue. "Even his mouth seems big," she thought as she kissed him for several seconds. They then turned and headed for the car, never looking back at the maître d. Settled into the passenger seat again, Ashlee made a promise to herself. "I'm not going to blow him again," she thought. "I don't want him to think I'm a slut." She almost made it. The truth was his big black cock did make her feel slutty, and she enjoyed taking it into her mouth and feeling herself pleasure him. It was his fault, anyway. During the ride to the movie theater, he reached over and put his hand on her bare leg. Ashlee went tanning regularly and thought she was pretty dark for a white girl, but the sight of his thick, dark hand contrasting with her milky skin drove her crazy, as did the feel of his rough fingertips and smooth palm on the flesh of her thigh. Still, she sat there, fighting the urge. His hand moved down her leg and engulfed her knee, squeezing it gently. She was waiting for him to slide it to the inside of her thigh or her lap. That would have proved that he was only interested in one thing. She wasn't sure if she'd have had the will power to stop him even if he did, but he didn't. He left his hand affectionately on her leg for a few minutes, then took it away, acting like a true gentleman. That was too much for her, and she quickly found herself diving into his lap again, seeing how far she could take his ebony shaft into her mouth. She got about three quarters of the way down and probably could have made it further, eventually, but he let go again, showering her mouth with his seed. When she pulled herself back up, they were already parked in the lot for the movie theater. "How long have we been here?" she asked. "I kind of lost track of time for awhile there," JD replied, and she laughed. As they walked into the theater, Ashlee again promised herself she'd hold back. This time, she said it out loud. "I'm not going to blow you during the movie," she told J.D. J.D. did a double take, then shook his head and laughed. "Ok," he said. "I don't want you to think..." she started. "I don't think anything," he said. "We're having fun with each other on a first date. That's all I'm thinking." "We are having fun," she said. "Hell yeah we are," he answered. The movie was a bomb, and J.D. and Ashlee both lost interest quickly. Their interest in each other was never stronger, though. J.D. leaned over and kissed her firmly, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She leaned into him, and the two made out for several minutes. He reached up and put his hand on her breast. Her nipples poked out, and he could feel them pressing against his hand through her bra and shirt. He reached inside her low-cut top and nestled his fingers in her cleavage. They couldn't see in the dark theater, but both of them pictured his dark fingers against her creamy white skin and began to kiss even more furiously. Eventually, they took a break. Despite all the activity before they went into the theater, J.D. was resilient and had his biggest erection yet. As he sat back into his seat, they both looked down at the huge tent in his pants. Ashlee looked into his eyes and frowned. "Sorry," she said. "A promise is a promise." J.D. groaned quietly. "Maybe we can find a loophole," she offered. She reached over and picked up the tub of popcorn they'd shared earlier. "You ever see in those '50s movies how the guy would cut a hole in the bottom of the popcorn box and stick his thing in there, so his date would feel it when she reached in to get some popcorn?" she asked. J.D. just looked at her blankly. "I don't know what movies you been watching," he said, then laughed. "It would have to be a pretty big hole," she said, and ripped the bottom out of the tub. J.D. quickly unzipped and pushed down his pants and boxers, and Ashlee placed the popcorn tub over him. "Now I guess I need to wait for you to reach in and get some," he said. She did just that, sticking her left hand into the tub and putting her palm over the tip of his cock, like a pitcher holding a baseball. She rubbed her fingers as far down the shaft as they would go, then started to squeeze. J.D. leaned back in his seat and let her do her thing. He knew she was worried about how she was acting, but he was just as crazy as she was. He couldn't get enough. She slid her hand down his shaft and cupped his balls, massaging them slowly, feeling every fold in his sack. The back of her hand was pressed tightly against the side of the tub. She then reached across her body with her right hand and began massaging the tip again, working him with both hands, top and bottom. Then she slid her left hand up so it was gripping the shaft, and her right hand down, so it was just above the other. She began to jack him with both hands, moving up and down, faster and faster. J.D. let out his breath in a sigh. Ashlee leaned over and whispered in his ear while she pulled on him. "You've come in my mouth. You've rubbed your cock on my feet. Now you're about to come all over my hands," she said. "Where else do you want to put it?" J.D. groaned. "I don't know," he said. "Yes you do," she said. "You've been thinking about it all night. Maybe even longer. Where else do you want to spray your come?" She now began moving her hands in opposite directions. One sliding up while the other slid down to meet it, then sliding them apart on his cock. "Oh God," he said. "Where else. Where are you going to put this rock hard cock?" "Your pussy," he said. "My pussy? You want to stick your black cock in my tight white pussy?" "Yes." "It's never had a black cock before," she said. "You want your cock to be the first black cock in my pussy?" "Yes, baby." "What do you think it looks like?" she asked. "Your pussy?" "Yeah. I just bleached my hair. Do you think it matches? Or do you think I shaved it? Shaved it just for you?" "I don't know," he said. "I want to find out." "Where else?" "What?" "Where else do you want to put it?" she asked. She moved her left hand back down to his balls and pulled him rapidly with her right. The popcorn bucket was starting to tear. "I don't know," he said. "I don't know." "I'm not acting like a lady," she said. "Quit being such a gentleman." "Your ass," he said. "I want to stick my cock in your tight white ass." "Yeah?" she asked. "Is that what you want? To stretch my asshole with your big dick?" He nodded. "Where else?" "Your tits. I want to come between your tits." "Yeah?" she asked. "Where else will you put it? Are you gonna rub your black cock on my face? My eyes and nose? My cheeks? Try sticking the tip in my ear? Are you going to come in my hair?" She felt his balls constrict in her hand. His hips slid up off the seat and he began gushing come over her hands and forearms. She couldn't believe she hadn't drained him yet, but he spurted just as much as all the other times. He slumped in his seat, utterly exhausted. Ashlee pulled her hand out of the tattered popcorn bucket. It was covered with strings of come, from the tips of her fingers to nearly her elbow. Slowly, sensually, she stuck one finger at a time in her mouth and sucked them clean. "They always use so much butter here," she said. Ashlee and JD Ch. 04 Bill saw the strange car pull up to Ashlee's apartment. It pulled into a spot and sat there, idling. Ashlee's friend, Kelly, had told Bill that some guy had asked her out. It was her first date since they'd broken up, and Bill wasn't taking it well. He decided to meet her when she came home from what he assumed would be an awkward and miserable first date and try again to win her back. He'd been sitting in his car waiting for about half an hour. When this new car pulled in, Bill slumped in his seat so he wouldn't be seen. It was a false alarm. The guy in this car was black, and he was all alone. Bill wasn't sure what the guy was waiting for. He thought maybe he should call the police and report a strange man waiting in the parking lot...then remembered he was doing the same thing. After a few minutes, the black dude sat up straight in his seat. Bill thought the guy must have seen something in the woods next to Ashlee's apartment. Bill was about to turn and follow the black guy's gaze when something strange happened. Blonde hair suddenly rose up and became visible above the dashboard of the guy's car. Bill couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Ashlee's head raise up out of this black guy's lap. She was wiping her chin, then putting her fingers in her mouth, all while staring wide eyed at this new black guy. Bill searched for any explanation other than the obvious one. Kelly hadn't told him that her date was black, and ..."Was she..." he thought, "BLOWING him?" He was surprised to feel his own cock twitch in his pants at the thought. His face burned with jealous anger. The two of them spoke for a moment, then the guy took a few seconds to adjust himself and got out of the car. He walked around to her side and opened her door. As they walked to her front door, the guy slipped his arm easily around her waist and she clung close to him. He thought he heard her laugh and say, "That was the most yet!" but he wasn't sure what that could mean. His cock seemed to know though, and pulsed again in his pants. Bill felt a rush of victory when she turned away from him to open her door. It looked like there wasn't going to be any kiss goodnight. To his disappointment, though, she unlocked the door, then stepped aside and let him in. Bill got out of his car and crept around to the woods beside Ashlee's apartment. She shared a bedroom on the first floor, but her roommate was out tonight. He didn't think she'd take him there—definitely not on a first date-but just needed to look and make sure. He tiptoed across the lawn between apartment buildings, then stepped into the woods. There was a path, but it was too dark to see. He stepped into mud and felt his foot sink. As water seeped through his shoe, he pulled his foot out of the puddle and continued. He hid behind a tree that faced her dark bedroom window. He breathed out a sigh of relief. Then the light came on. The two of them entered the room together, then separated until they were about 10 feet apart. Ashlee stood with her back to the window. The guy stood facing her. Bill didn't know it, but while they talked in the car, Ashlee told JD that they'd fooled around in every possible way and groped each other, but they hadn't actually SEEN one another. And if anything was going to happen tonight, she wanted each of them to see and feel each other in their entirety. And Bill was about to see it happen. Ashlee moved first. She slipped her blouse over her head. Bill was close enough to see the black guy's eyes swing to her healthy chest. She then reached in front and unclasped the front-loading bra, allowing it to drop to the floor. Bill saw her bare back and felt himself harden. JD's eyes swum over her, taking it all in. After a few seconds, she opened her skirt and dropped it to the floor, revealing a skimpy pair of pink panties that clung to her ass. Not for long, as she slid them to the floor and stepped out of them. She stood naturally, allowing the strange man to stare hungrily. She turned so he could get a look at her ass. Bill saw the big breasts that he missed so much facing out the window at him. Ashlee turned back to the guy, and it was his turn. He took off his shirt revealing a magnificent chiseled chest and abs. He then slowly unbuckled his belt, flexing his arms as he did. Enjoying his rapt audience, but not realizing it was twice as big as he thought, JD unbuttoned his pants and slowly unzipped. He pushed them down, revealing an impressively tented pair of boxers. Then he slid his boxers down his hips. "No fucking way," whispered Bill. In his wet muddy shoes, next to a damp tree, Bill stood and stared at the biggest cock he'd ever seen. The black monster looked twice as long as his and easily twice as thick. He realized he was never getting Ashlee back, not when she had that to replace him. He also realized what was about to happen, but he couldn't tear himself away. It was like looking as you pass a car crash. Unlike a car crash, however, Bill was rock hard. The black man and the white woman that used to be his stood eyeing each other, like fighters during introductions. Then they clashed with pent-up sexual energy. Ashlee and JD kissed deeply as their hands explored. She felt his shoulders and back, ran both hands over his abs and thighs, then came to rest, as always, on his cock. She ran one hand after another along its length, which was impossibly still increasing. Bill reached into his pants and felt his own cock. He couldn't help noticing that two hands wouldn't fit...not at the same time. Not like his. His black hands explored her breasts, her neck, her hips, and her ass, squeezing and rubbing her all over. Then Ashlee took several steps back, leading him by his manhood, and laid backward on her bed, out of Bill's view. He crept closer until he was right next to the glass, off in the shadows. He was close enough to hear their muffled words now. The black man was running his hands along her dark mound of pubic hair. "I didn't shave it or bleach it," she was saying, breathlessly, "because I really didn't think you'd be seeing it for awhile." He didn't seem to mind as he buried his face into it. She arched her back and caressed the short curly hair on top of his head with both hands as he licked her, tasting her pussy. "Oh yes," she groaned as he reached under her to squeeze her ass with both hands as he ate. After she lay there in ecstasy for several minutes, she began to pivot and slide to her right on the bed, until she could reach one of his legs with her arm. She grabbed it urgently and guided it over her head, so he was straddling her, head still buried in her pussy. She lifted her head and took his balls into her mouth. Bill watched as the massive black sack dipped in and out of her tiny mouth. She'd never done this to him. Bill unzipped his pants and began to stroke himself as he watched her lick the length of his cock. Every once in awhile, she'd stop and lay back, enjoying his attention to her pussy. He seemed to have found the spot and was hungrily licking away. "Yes, yes yes," she cried, then lifted her head and thrust his cock into her mouth. Bill watched her cheeks cave in as she sucked away. Then she released him, too close to orgasm to be able to concentrate. She groaned and shouted his name, "JD! Yes, JD," while his massive cock bobbed inches from her face. Bill felt himself go, spraying cum on the cold brick wall underneath his ex-girlfriend's window while this black man brought her to orgasm. He looked down at his rapidly shriveling cock and the meager puddle he'd created, then turned his attentions back to the stallion ravaging his woman. He now lay back on the bed, his cock sticking straight up like a tent pole, his balls hanging off the side. She stepped over him and straddled him, lowering herself onto him. She grunted and stopped. "Take it slow, baby," she said. "I'm not used to it. It's so big." Bill felt himself twitch again as she slid it into her, an inch at a time. "Mmmm," Ashlee purred as it found a home. "Oh, baby," JD said. "Your mouth is amazing but this? Is something else entirely." She slowly began to move her hips back and forth. He started to move with her, but she placed a hand just above his pubic hair. "No," she said. "Not yet." She rode him for awhile, then leaned forward and dangled her pendulous breasts in his face. He buried his face into them and Bill felt himself stiffening. Ashlee was too overcome with pleasure to keep her rhythm and collapsed on top of him, biting his earlobe gently and whispering in his ear. JD picked up the slack, raising and lowering his hips, driving his big black cock in and out of her pussy. He cupped her ass with both hands and squeezed. Then he rolled over and was on top of her, his blackness covering up her white skin. Bill saw the bottoms of her feet and her hands, grabbing at his tight ass. Ashlee screamed JD's name as he pistoned his hips faster and faster. Finally, he arched his back. "Oh baby," he said. "Oh, Ashlee." Bill felt himself come again, his spray wetting the bricks again. He watched the giant dangling balls twitch, seeming to come to life and new that this black stud was coming inside his girlfriend. She groaned and gripped his ass tighter, so he couldn't get away. He wasn't going anywhere, he thrust again and again, emptying himself into her. Finally, it was done. They lay there together for a few moments, then he rolled to the side. His black cock, still massive, but no longer hard, flopped heavily to the bed. Ashlee's hair was a mess and she was covered in a sheen of sweat. She looked exhausted, but Bill had never seen her look sexier. Ashlee reached over and stroked the man's cock, gently, lovingly. He rested a hand between her breasts. She said something to him, and JD walked across the room toward the window. Bill stood there, with a thin pane of glass all that separated him from JD's giant black cock. With Bill standing on the ground, the black meat was at his eye level. He could see it glistening with his cum and her juices mixed together. It was the last thing he saw before JD pulled the shades closed. Bill crept back to the car, wondering how many much more he would be deprived of seeing. He began to stiffen just thinking about it. Knowing that it would be three more times would have probably made him climax again as he drove home.