1 comments/ 36930 views/ 11 favorites Big Cheeks By: corbendallas January 1986 A few days after the Chicago Bears won their first Super Bowl title, Ellen Chang started her job as a job coach for the developmentally disabled population. On her third day, she pedaled her bicycle up to the Payless Drugs store at the Estudillo Shopping Center. It was a bitterly cold morning and she wore her parka, two shirts, black exercise tights, and her knee-high white snow boots with its fake fur. When she arrived at the store she parked her bike in the locker room inside the employee restroom for women and put her stuff away. Ellen was a tall Asian woman with a thick, muscular build. Her black hair was wavy and shoulder length (rocker style), and she had big, full lips, brown, tanned skin, brawny arms, and huge, muscular thighs and calves. After pinning her name tag onto her shirt she went into the break room where her clients were assembled. There was Marsha, tuned into her Walkman, usual cup of coffee in front of her on the table. Ricardo was reading the morning sports page. And as usual, Jimmy was late. He was a Latino man with Down's Syndrome. Nice, adorable guy but boy did he need to work on his attendance! Ellen checked off everyone on her clipboard and when the clock struck ten Marsha and Ricardo hit the sales floor wearing their smocks. Jimmy, as usual, loitered around the break room, finishing the last of his coffee and staring off into space. "C'mon, Jimmy, let's go," Ellen said. "We've got a full day ahead of us." With a little prodding, Jimmy put away his mug. He seemed as sluggish as the first day Ellen was here. Granted, she hadn't been at this job long but could well see the challenges ahead of her. Basically, her job was to job train and supervise this trio of developmentally disabled clients. "Everything okay, Jimmy?" she asked him. He nodded, still zoning off into space, smiling and mumbling occasionally to imaginary people. "You sure, buddy?" He smiled at her with a twinkle in his eyes. "I'm sure." They went to the laundry aisle and started stocking the shelves. He was still having trouble using the pricing gun so she set it and put stickers on the boxes of detergent. She taught him how to use it before but he couldn't get it. Jimmy stocked the shelves with the boxes. "Good job, Jimmy," she said, smiling. A young man with slicked back blonde hair dressed in a smock wheeled another dolly full of detergent to them. "You guys are gonna reek of this stuff!" he said sarcastically. "Hey, Reggie," Ellen said. "At least it smells good." "Did you watch the Super Bowl?" "Yeah. Bears kicked ass! Woo-hoo!" she said, high-fiving Reggie. "And I won my bet!" She laughed. "So did I," Reggie said. "I thought you were a 49ers fan." "I like the Bears, too. I think Jim McMahon's cute!" "Yuck!" He made a face and wheeled the dolly off. * * * After lunch, Ellen worked with Marsha and Ricardo a bit, though they were more independent and didn't need as much supervision. She and Jimmy returned to the cleaning aisle. She taught him how to use the pricing gun again and handed it to him. "Now you do it. Change it back to $4.15," she said. Jimmy fumbled with the gun, managing it back to $3.16. "We'll keep working on it, Jimmy," she said with reassurance. She priced the boxes of detergent and he loaded the shelves. Afterwards, they hit the candy aisle. Reggie wheeled out a dolly of boxes for them. "Boss man wants these priced on sale for a buck," he said. "Sure," she said, squatting down on the ground. With her back to him, her black exercise tights slid down a little, revealing the big crack of her brown ass. He noticed over the fast few days that those tights kept sliding off and she had to keep pulling them back up. The elastic band was worn and frayed. Unbeknownst to Ellen, Reggie was joined by his buddy, Elvin, a young, skinny black man with a close cropped afro. They stood at the next aisle, staring at Ellen's big, curvy butt cheeks. "What do you think, blood?" Reggie whispered. "Think you can handle that?" "Man, she's a beast! Well, lemme put it this way, I wouldn't kick her out of bed," he whispered back. "Fool, she'd crush you! Can you imagine wrestling that?" Reggie's grin was mischievous. "I dare you, dog!" Ellen pulled her tights back up, covering her ass, her back still towards them as she priced more boxes of detergent. Jimmy stocking another shelf. Minutes later, her tights slid back down, exposing those cheeks again. "Go on, blood, be a gentleman and pull that up for her!" Reg whispered. "Hell naw, I like it just the way it is." Reggie was laughing. "Be a man, buy her a belt!" "Man, she ain't wearin' any panties! Elvin said, admiring that ass. "This is the third straight day she ain't been wearing panties! No bra, either!" Elvin had a massive erection, his pants bulging out. He felt his underwear get wet. When Ellen got up she pulled her tights up again. They walked towards her. "Need more detergent?" Reg asked. "Yes. Thanks," she replied. "Oh, Ellen, this is my friend, Elvin." She smiled at Elvin, shaking his hand. "Hi, nice meeting you. High school friends?" "Naw, I'm past that now. That's for little kids like Reg," he laughed. "No, I'm in my second year at a junior college now." "Oh, yeah? What are you studying?" "Undecided now. Maybe marketing, finance, I'm not sure yet." She squinted her eyes at him, pursing her lips. "Wait, you look familiar. Don't you work at Safeway?" "Oh, so you've seen me!" She nodded. "I have. The one on Bancroft?" "That's the one. Wow, San Leandro's a small world!" "Tell me about it. You're a bag boy there, right?" "Naw, I graduated from that. I work in the warehouse now. . .wait, come to think it now, I think I've seen you around town, too. You ride a bike, right?" Ellen nodded. "Yes." Elvin thought a moment, snapping his fingers. "That's right, I think I saw you at the Farmer's Market one time and at the library. There was a Hawaiian festival next to the market that day and you were dancin' on stage." She smiled. "Yep, that was me. Polynesian Cultural Day." "Sexy moves, girl!" She started blushing. "Thanks." "You're Polynesian?" "No, I'm Chinese," she replied proudly. "I just look Polynesian or Hawaiian, according to other people. I've been mistaken for Filipino and Hispanic, too." "Really? You're pretty dark for Chinese." "I tan easily. You should see me in the summer!" Elvin laughed. "I'm like the only brown-skinned member of my family," Ellen added. "Everyone else is pale, skinny, petite. I've definitely broken stereotypes about Asian women!" He looked her from head to toe, her 5'10" frame towering over him. "I see, I see. . .think you're the biggest Asian girl I've met, no doubt 'bout that! Parents give you a hard time about that?" Reggie wheeled out another dolly full of detergent. "Thanks," Ellen said to him. Turning back to Elvin, she said, "Well, they rib me about lifting weights, about being muscular. They think I'm too masculine looking, that it's not natural for girls to pump iron. They want me to be the traditional Chinese daughter." Elvin shook his head. "I think you look great just as you are. It's their opinion, everyone's entitled to their views. You like what you like and more power to you. Personally, muscular girls are sexy to me. I like the look. Skinny girls don't do it for me." She smiled, pricing more detergent. "Well, it's good to know I have someone in my corner! I just like pumping iron 'cause it makes me feel strong, confident. I feel positive about myself." Reggie nodded. "I've heard people say that about martial arts, that empowers them." Just then, the store manager was cruising down the aisle towards them. "Back to work!" Reg said, and split. * * * February 1986 Ellen biked back to the apartment she shared with her sister. Jenny was out of town again for work, as was often the case, and she had the whole place to herself again. Most of the unit was cluttered with Ellen's exercise equipment which upset Jenny. Jenny always complained about not having enough space for herself. Ellen felt bad, but kept procrastinating when it came to cleaning up their apartment. She'd get around to it one of these days. But right now, she had a long day at work and just wanted to work off some of the stress. She stripped off her parka, shirts, black exercise tights and white snow boots and threw on a faded AC/DC tour shirt, tight, very short blue shorts, and ankle sweat bands. The shorts were so short that her butt cheeks bulged out of them. Jenny commented she looked like the Incredible Hulk, that her shorts looked like they would split open at any second. Ellen just liked them 'cause they were smooth and comfortable for working out. After turning on the heat a little, she padded barefoot to the hi-fi stereo system in their living room and put a record on the turntable. AC/DC's "Big Balls" blared from the speakers. She grabbed two thirty-five pound dumbbells and started off doing some squats in the middle of the living room. The curtains were open and directly facing their apartment was another apartment building. Sometimes tenants in the other building watched her as she worked out, admiring her discipline and drive. Some admired her physique! One of her neighbors passed by her living room window in the walkway outside, looking at her for a moment. Ellen did another few sets of squats, her back towards the window. Up and down, up and down, up and down. She remained focused, but belted out, "I've got the biggest balls of them all!" during the chorus of AC/DC's song. Next, she did lunges in the middle of the living room with a heavier set of weights. By her fourth set, beads of sweat trickled down her neck, down her enormous, muscular brown thighs and calves all the way to her ankle sweatbands. The carpet felt warm and fuzzy beneath her big, bare feet. Unbeknownst to Ellen, watching in the darkness from a unit in the apartment building across from hers, were Reggie and Elvin. Reg passed a pair of binoculars to Elvin. "This is awesome, dog!" Elvin said, looking eagerly at Ellen's butt. "Give my thanks to your friend." "I will. Fortunately, him and his cousin went up to Tahoe for several days. They know Ellen from the neighborhood too and like to watch too, and voila, here we are!" "Man, her shorts are gonna burst open at any second, dog!" Elvin said, holding the binoculars tight. "How'd you like to have those shorts wrapped around your head?" Reg asked, laughing. "Aw, man, I'd reek of butthole and pussy! But I wouldn't mind that!" He looked as sweat trickled down her big thighs down to her ankle sweatbands. He had a foot fetish and got a kick out of watching her big toes wriggling, of her flexing her toes, of her digging her big toes into the carpet. It turned him on for some reason. Right now, she continued doing lunges, planting those bare feet firmly on the carpet. When she was done, she rested, kneeling on the ground, her back still towards them. Elvin checked out her big heels. He passed the binoculars to Reggie. Reggie looked at a wet spot on her tight blue shorts, between her butt cheeks. In fact, the fabric of the shorts were stuck up there! He passed the binoculars to Elvin. "Elvin, why don't you be a man, go over there, and pull her shorts out of the crack of her ass? C'mon, I dare you, blood! Be a man! You aren't if you don't it!" Reggie hit Elvin's chest hard, tempting him. He struck him hard again. "Aw, you're serious about that dare shit, huh?" Elvin asked, looking at that wet spot. He had a huge hard on. He wanted to tend to his needs. Otherwise, his big black dick might explode out of his jeans. His underwear was wet with precum. Reggie hit him hard on the chest again. "C'mon, blood, I super, super, super dare you to go over there and pull her shorts out from that crack! C'mon, you can do it!" Elvin kept looking. "How much you gonna pay me if I do?" he asked calmly. "Two hundred bucks!" Elvin thought it over. "Why don't you do it?" "You like her, dude. C'mon, man, she ain't gonna be single forever. Here's your chance." "She hasn't mentioned a boyfriend?" "Naw. My buddy that let us use his apartment tonight. He thinks she's hot but is intimidated by her size. . .I guess I am, too." "So no arm wrestling match for you!" Elvin laughed. "What's your call, dude? C'mon, time's a wastin.'"" Elvin kept looking at that wet spot in her shorts, stuck up her ass. Finally, she pulled the fabric out, walking towards the leg press machine. When she turned around he saw two big nipples pressed against her AC/DC shirt. Man, he really wanted some pussy tonight! But didn't know if he could accomplish Reggie's dare. The back of her shirt was soaked with perspiration. After putting three forty-five pound weights on each side of the leg press machine she sat down in its reclined seat. She placed her bare feet firmly on the metal foot rest and began lifting steadily. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Breathing in and out like she had been taught by the trainer at the gym. Sweat glistened from her thighs. Next she lied chest down on the leg curl machine that was before the window. Her legs and the bottom of her feet were in full view. She had replayed "Big Balls." When she belted out "I've got the biggest balls of them all!" during the chorus, the two men busted out laughing. Elvin laughed so hard his stomach hurt. When he regained his composure Reggie said, "You're chickening out, dude. You ain't gonna do it. She's too much woman for you, bottom line!" He laughed. "I heard through the neighborhood grapevine no guys have been brave enough to ask her out. Exactly the reason we said earlier, because they're intimidated by her muscles. But you could be the first to break out of the pack. . .and here's a secret. . .can you keep a secret, Elv?" "Hell yeah. What is it?" Reggie lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper and said, "I heard from my buddy, and through his buddy and through another friend and yet another friend that she likes guys with big dicks." Elvin's jaw dropped open, looking at him. "And here's another secret. Can you keep a secret, Elv?" "I said yes!" Keeping the same secretive whisper, Reggie said, "Rumor has it that Ellen likes wrestling guys." Elvin shot him a mischievous grin. * * * April 1986 As it turned out Elvin didn't meet Reggie's dare but he was determined to accomplish it. Over the course of the next few months, he chatted with Ellen whenever he was in Payless, trying to building a rapport with her. Sometimes he bumped into her in the neighborhood, at the San Leandro Public Library, at the Farmer's Market, at Safeway, at the local record shop, on BART. He was always friendly, definitely flirtatious. Ellen responded with the same friendliness and a little flirtation. She was definitely open to conversation. So that was Elvin's goal, keep building on that. One warm Saturday afternoon, as he and his buddies stood by the entrance to Lake Chabot, Ellen walked past them. Turning everyone's male head, of course, wearing a faded Scorpion's T-shirt and those tight, very short blue shorts. Big nipples protruding under her shirt, no panties. Her black hair shoulder length, wavy, rocker style. Elvin smiled at her. "Hey, Ellen. Goin' for a run?" She returned a friendly grin. "Yep. Wanna join me?" It sounded partly like a dare, partly like an invitation, and he thought back about Reggie's dare. C'mon, be a man and do it! She's offering! Elvin looked at his buddies, all young black men like himself. In their eyes, they conveyed: Go for it, blood! He looked straight in her big brown eyes. "Sure," he replied confidently. He bid his friends farewell and he sprinted past the entrance gates with her. She had a Walkman clipped to the elastic band of her shorts but kept it off. "What 'chu listening to, girl?" "AC/DC, Judas Priest, Foreigner." "Hillbilly music?" She laughed as they worked up a brisk pace. "C'mon, don't stereotype! I like exposing people to other kinds of music, to my music. If you like, I can make you a mix tape." He shrugged. "Okay." He stole a glance at the front of her shorts when she wasn't looking, noticing strands of black hair poking out of her shorts! Oh, my, my, Lord have mercy! Oh Lord, I want some pussy so bad! They ran about seven miles, looping around the lake. By the time they returned to the park's entrance his friends were gone. Elvin hunched over, hands on his knees, catching his breath. "Oh, man! I'm outta shape!" She beamed. "Aww, you did fine! You didn't quit on me. That says a lot. So I hope I turned you into running. If you wanna do it again, I'll be here tomorrow morning." He looked at her strangely. "Tomorrow?! Man needs some rest!" "You said you wanna get in shape. Well, you got to push yourself, Elvin. Keep doing it." * * * He pushed himself to run with her the next day, and the day after, feeling proud of himself, like he scored major brownie points with her. And she was proud of him. The following Wednesday, he popped into Payless to buy a few things. He saw her stocking and pricing soap with Jimmy. Her backside was facing him and he saw the crack of her ass sticking out of her black exercise tights. He pushed his cart down towards her. When she saw him she smiled and said, "Hey, Elvin." Over her head she wore black cat ears. She had worn them the past few months, on and off. "Still wanna be Cat Woman for Halloween, huh?" he asked. "Yep. I like cats. If I had my way every day would be Halloween and I'd dress up different each day." "Cool idea. Well, we're still a few months off from Halloween." "I'm thinking of throwing a Halloween party this year. My sister's gone most of the time so she wouldn't care." "Where is she now?" "Houston, on business." "And you said your parents live in San Jose?" "Yep, so I got the whole place to myself," she said, looking him straight him in the eye. Another invitation right there! Elvin felt a stirring in his loins, the beginnings of an erection. * * * One day after another long day at the store, she waited at the bus stop with Jimmy. After he got on his bus, she got on another. "Hey, Cat Woman!" someone said. She turned around and saw Elvin and his buddies sitting in the back of the bus. He gestured her over. She sat in a window seat in a row before the last one. He introduced her to his buddies, some of them the same as the ones at Lake Chabot. Elvin touched her black fuzzy cat ears. "Meow! It's Cat Woman! Still wishing Halloween could be every day?" He noticed she smelled of Coppertone sun block and sweat. Still looking sexy in brown exercise tights and those knee-high white snow boots with its fake fur. "Yep. How was work?" "Busy. . .hey, you said you bought some of your exercise equipment at Sears, right?" "Yes." "Mind if I come over and take a look at them? I'm thinking of gettin' some myself and wanted some ideas." Ellen hesitated a moment. "Uhhh, sure. . .are you hungry?" For you! he thought. "Yeah, I am." "You like burgers I take it?" She grinned. "Good. Lemme make you dinner." They got off the bus later and walked the few blocks to her apartment building. By the time they climbed the stairs to the fourth level Elvin was already huffing and puffing. "Aw, c'mon, that's less work than a run!" she said. Once they were inside, she took off her jacket and snow boots, walking around barefoot. "Make yourself at home. I'll be back." She returned from the bathroom minutes later, her black wavy rocker hair brushed back, her face wet from splashes of water. "Wanna beer?" Big Cheeks Ch. 02 Author's Note: This story is a prequel to the story "Big Cheeks." June 1983 It was almost five when the elderly Asian couple stepped into Ellen Chang's neat, spacious office. The man handed her a check, smiling at her. "June rent, manager," he said in Cantonese. "The maintenance man came and fixed the leaking toilet very quickly. Thank you very much! And we love our new apartment, thank you, thank you!" Ellen grinned. "No problem," she replied in Chinese. "Glad you like your place. If you have any other problems or concerns please let me know." The elderly man nodded. "Thank you very much, manager." He secretly slid a red envelope (lucee) into her hand. "Oh, no, I can't accept this!" Ellen replied, shaking her head. "It's part of my job to help you." She gave it back to him but he was very insistent so she took it, not wanting to offend him or create a scene. "Thank you." "Are you single?" the elderly Asian woman asked. Ellen started blushing, smiling. "Yes." "Maybe we can introduce you to a nice Chinese boy in the future." Ellen laughed it off. "Oh, no it's okay!" Not wanting to embarrass her any further the couple left. Ellen put the red envelope in her desk drawer and reminded herself to make a note to her boss about it. They couldn't accept money or gifts on the job. She looked at the clock again: five minutes till five. She straightened some papers on her desk and put all the rent checks in a manila envelope for the bank deposit tomorrow. It had been a long day and she finally turned off her computer and desk lamp. She was a tall Asian woman with a thick, muscular build, having wavy, shoulder length black hair like a rocker, full lips, and brown skin. She hated dressing so formally but the work environment dictated it. The business suit she wore looked like a monkey suit to her. A little after five she locked her office door and headed to the bus stop. * Ellen got off on Hesperian, going to the Record Factory that was located in a little strip mall there. The Friday evening rush hour traffic was brutal, cars clogged up the main thoroughfare like it was a parking lot, and the bus she was on had moved at a snail's pace. She took a deep breath as she went inside the record store, sandwiched between a video rental shop and a comic book store. Mike, the co-owner, smiled at her after he helped a customer at the cash register. "Hey, stranger," he said. "Haven't seen you in a while." "Yeah, I know. Work's been hectic lately." "How you likin' working with the old-timers?" "I enjoy it. I'm pretty good at crunching numbers, solving resident issues, that sort of thing. And I get to utilize my broken Cantonese for the job," she said, chuckling. "Keeps me in touch with my cultural roots and helps me remember the language." "Awesome! You seem fluent to me, the times I've seen you order food at the Chinese restaurant and talking to the staff." Another customer approached the counter and he rang the person up on the register. "It's funny, sometimes I remember words and phrases more than other times. I've been forcing myself to speak Chinese at home with my parents so I won't forget." "That's good" He handed the customer change and their bag. "For a while there, when I didn't see you come in, I thought you had lost your AC/DC fix." "No way! They're my outlet to vent my frustrations and stress, they've kept me sane through school up till now. Hey, when is their new album coming out again?" Mike checked a clipboard. A little taller than her, in his late thirties and fifteen years older than her, he had a wiry frame and premature gray hairs mixed in with his blonde ones. "August 15." "Oh, God, that seems like such a long time from now! Lemme see what else you have by them that I don't." He grinned. "I thought you owned everything they made." She smiled. "Maybe I missed something." She headed to the AC/DC bin in the middle of the store and flipped through the selection, thinking, 'Got that, got that, have that, got that one. . .' She grabbed something and also picked up some blank cassette tapes on the way to the counter. "For Those About to Rock, huh?" Mike asked, shaking his head at her slyly. "I thought hardcore fans like 'you' had everything in their collection." Ellen laughed. "I need a backup copy 'cause I played my first one to death. Doin' too much head banging!" "I see, I see. Lemme give you a little discount." "No, don't do that," she insisted. "For being a loyal customer all these years," Mike smiled. "For keepin' this shop and the video store afloat." Ellen beamed at him, surrendering. "Okay, okay, since you put it that way! Well, it helps you guys are always nice and have the best selection. Which, by the way, I have to stop by next door to grab a movie. Do you have The Thing in stock?" "I believe so." He handed her her bag. "Why don't I accompany you next door to check. C'mon." Mike perused the shelves and nabbed it. "Got it! Anything else, young woman?" "That's it." She was relieved when he didn't give her a discount on the movie, she wasn't a fan of favoritism at all. He was such an awesome guy, though, she had to admit. "Hey, wanna grab a bite to eat at the Chinese place?" he asked casually. "They've got some cool specials this week." "Not tonight, I'm afraid. I have to hit the gym." Mike nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I've seen you pumpin' iron at that place down the street when I walk by! Man, you've gotten bigger and more muscular! Kudos to you! Any of those macho bodybuilders challenge you to arm wrestling?" "Some of them have, and I beat all of them," she replied proudly. He chuckled. "Well, I definitely know 'not' to mess with you!" * The following week, on a Saturday, after Ellen finished her workout at the gym, she ran around the neighborhood near the strip mall, wearing a faded AC/DC shirt and very short black shorts. Her big brown butt cheeks almost bulged out of those shorts, causing some heads to turn as she ran. Her Walkman was clipped to the elastic band of her shorts, AC/DC's "Big Balls" blaring in her ears. She ended her run near the strip mall, catching her breath, wiping the sweat from her face and neck with a small hand towel. After she gathered her composure she noticed she was hungry and went to the Imperial Palace, the Chinese restaurant, in the mall. And lo and behold, she saw Mike sitting at a table near the door when she came in, with the co-owner of the Record Factory, a white man with dark hair and a mustache. "Hey, Ellen, have a seat!" Mike said. "We just got here ourselves." She didn't want to refuse his politeness, especially after giving her a discount on the record last week. So she sat down with them. "You remember my business partner, Brad, right?" Mike asked. "Brad, this is one of our loyal customers from the record shop." Brad smiled at her. "Pleasure meeting you, and thanks for your support! Mike and I are also co-owners of the video store." "Ellen's also a devoted supporter of that shop!" Mike added enthusiastically. "Always returns her movies on time, too." "Definitely a sign of a good customer!" Brad grinned. "I saw you running around the area earlier," Mike said to her. "Good workout?" "Oh, yeah! Those endorphins definitely kicked in, let me tell ya. I always get hungry after working out and remember you mentioning those specials they have here." "I recommend the shrimp fried rice. You can't go wrong with that. Everything okay at the old fogie's building?" Ellen nodded. "Things are progressing. We had our monthly resident meeting this past week, and I did a lot of translation for my residents with their mail. Most of them can't read or speak English, and I'm the only one there that can speak Chinese." "That's really helpful of you," Mike said. "Cool. And I see you've got the ever present AC/DC shirt on. Nice, nice." He noticed she smelled of Coppertone sun block. He liked the scent of it. "Yes, yes! My band! I love them because of their inexhaustible energy and enthusiasm, it epitomizes rock and roll to me. And all of their songs have this rockin', energetic beat. Great for working out and running." "Cool!" * July 1983 Fourth and July had come and gone so quickly. Work was crazy busy as usual for Ellen that she scarcely had time to enjoy the big holiday. As it turned out, Mike had invited her and Brad and some other friends to watch fireworks at San Leandro Marina. Since it was a group of people she didn't feel as awkward. But she noticed Mike making the moves on her and initially she didn't know what to think. . .she guessed because she wasn't really in the mindset to date, having broken up with her first boyfriend not that long ago. That relationship ended amicably, fortunately, yet she still felt the lingering after affects, warmth, and nurturing energy from that relationship. . .she wanted time to process everything, to reflect, to put some closure to it. . .she wasn't ready to jump into another relationship that fast. . .it was too soon. Plus, she wasn't really interested in Mike anyway. He was a super nice guy and everything, and she just saw him as a neighborhood friend. . .also, he was kinda old for her, by fifteen years! Ellen was polite to him during the fireworks show and tried to just be herself and not show any 'interest' in him. But she noticed he was trying too hard to get her attention, at making eye contact, making conversation, and so forth. She just played it calm and cool. At the end of the night, he offered to drive her home but she declined, not wanting him to know where she lived. So she made up a story about having to stop by a friend's house. The next time she saw Mike was when she returned a video to his store. "How was the movie?" he asked, making conversation. "Funny. I like anything with Eddie Murphy in it." "Do you like him in Saturday Night Live?" "Oh, yeah! Him and Chevy Chase." "Oh, by the way, I remember you telling me you like the band, Loverboy. And that you were looking for a copy of Get Lucky. We got some more copies in last Tuesday." "Cool." She checked her wallet. "Lemme grab one now then." "If you don't have enough you can pay me next time you come in, it's no problem." "No, I have enough." She followed him next door to the Record Factory. There was a long line at the counter, mostly teens. When it came to her turn at the register Mike rang her up as she expected, and again, he offered her a discount! "You don't have to do that, Mike," she protested. "I have enough money." But he insisted and she didn't want to insult him, just like with the resident giving her the red envelope. Why was she getting all these favors all of a sudden?! She just took it in stride. "Thanks, Mike," she said, and left the store. When she got home that evening her mother already had the dining room table all set up. A large, steaming bowl of fried rice was in the middle of the table, along with a plate full of bok choy, another dish had mushrooms and beef, and a rice pot was full of sticky rice. Yum!!! It all looked delicious!! She quickly took put away her things and asked her mother if she needed help. "How was the bus ride home today?" her mom asked in Cantonese. "Packed," she replied in the same language. "Be careful, there's too many black people riding the buses." "So?" Ellen asked defensively. "Why did you bring that up? There's also lots of Asian people riding the bus, too. You never say anything about them. I suppose we're all good, huh?" She shook her head. "You and Dad are so racist! I've never heard you say anything positive about blacks. Never." "We're older than you." Her mother placed utensils on the dining room table. "We have more experience than you. You're still young and don't know a lot about the world, about people." "Same old excuse," Ellen muttered, turning away. "Remember that time you saw me and this black guy working out together at the gym. You freaked out and told Dad immediately. Had it been an Asian or white guy you wouldn't of cared." "I didn't know who he was. Naturally, I was concerned." "He's just a friend from the gym, that's all. Helps spot me when I need it." "You're not dating him, are you?" Her mother's tone got more serious. "No, I'm not. I told you, we're just friends. I happen to have friends of different races, Mom." Her Dad came over just then, sitting down at the table, looking at them curiously. "It would be wise if you just had Asian friends," her mother replied. Ellen shook her head in disbelief, not even responding to that. "Are you dating anyone right now?" her Dad asked, drinking some water. Ellen didn't think it was any of their business. "No, I'm not," she said after a moment. She noticed her voice had gone up an octave. "I don't have to report to you about who I'm seeing. I'm not a kid anymore." Her mother sat down at the table. "You should start going to church. Maybe you'll meet a nice Chinese guy there." Ellen suddenly lost her appetite. * Several days later Ellen thought about Mike and about the conversation she had with her parents. She thought it would be amusing if she started seeing Mike to spite her parents. But, no, she wasn't really interested in Mike to begin with. She just wanted to piss her parents off! She thought about moving out numerous times but financially she wasn't ready just yet. She just wanted to save some more money and maybe later on find a little apartment somewhere in the San Leandro, Hayward area. She liked the area where she worked, the area near the strip mall. The suburbs were stifling her. No culture, no diversity, no interesting things to do. Out of curiosity, she picked up today's newspaper and scanned the apartment listings, not finding anything she liked or affordable price ranges. One day at the gym Mike walked over to her as she was using the leg curl machine. Her eyes widened. "Mike! What are you doing here?" "I joined a few days ago. Need to exercise more, according to my doctor. I've got a history of diabetes in my family. It's perfect 'cause this gym is so close to the mall. I can come here when I want to, you know?" Oh, shoot! she thought. That means I'll be seeing more of you! "That's convenient," she said, making small talk. "Say, can you spot me at on the bench press, Ellen? I'm gonna try to lift a heavier weight this time. This is all so easy for you." He eyed her huge, muscular brown thighs and calves, raising his eyebrows. She was wearing those very short black shorts again and she pulled them down to cover her big ass cheeks when he wasn't looking. After spotting him at the bench press he asked for her advice using some other exercise equipment to which she gladly obliged. In return, Mike spotted her while she did some sets using heavy dumbbell weights. "Lookin' good there, Ellen!" he praised as she brought the weights back up evenly. Breathing in and out, in and out. Next, she taught him how to properly do some squats and lunges using dumbbells and a stick. He couldn't take his eyes off her massive thighs and calves! She'd crush him! When they were all finished, she accompanied him down to the Record Factory where he grabbed a few things. Strangely enough, she found herself admiring Mike for just being a nice guy, for being a good businessman and human being. . .and sure he was fifteen years older than her but he didn't act it. Besides, age was just a number. They had the same taste in rock bands, in movies. . .she didn't know why she suddenly was thinking of all this. It just came to her as they were working out together. . .she was still processing the break up with her ex-boyfriend. But maybe she shouldn't dwell on that too much. Maybe it would be okay to meet new people, new friends. She was also fueled into action by the racist attitudes of her parents and wanted to move out of their house. She needed to get out of there, their viewpoints were making her sick. So when Mike invited her to his house for dinner one night she didn't refuse. And boy, could he cook! He made her lasagna, garlic bread, and salad. His spacious house was located in Castro Valley, where he shared it with two dogs. The dogs took a liking to her immediately. Those were brownie points in his book, he said. One of them licked her bare foot and she knelt down and patted him gently. While she was bent over his dog, playing with him, Mike couldn't help but notice the crack of her big brown ass showing as her pants slid down a little. The thong she wore gave him an erection. He felt his underwear get wet. Oh shit! "Hey, wanna look at my record collection?" he asked, knowing that would be a ploy to get her into his bedroom. Ellen continued playing with his dog. "Sure." After patting the dog's head again she followed Mike into his bedroom where she saw a large hi-fi stereo system housed in a wooden cabinet. A tall bookshelf stored his giant collection. Ellen noticed his big bed, felt awkward actually in his bedroom but she just came in to check out his records. No big deal. And he was a friend. Still, seeing men's boxer's and undershirts on the floor gave her pause. She perused his collection slowly, impressed. "Wow, lots of good stuff here." He stepped closer to her, smelling the Coppertone from her body, feeling more aroused. Looking at her backside briefly he saw her butt cheeks again and the thong! He wondered if she wore anything under those very short black shorts. Probably not. Whenever he saw her running in the neighborhood, at her thighs, he always got an erection. Here was his chance to score now. As she looked at a Rolling Stones album he stepped closer to her, brushing his body against hers. She didn't seem to notice. He did again. She didn't say anything. Then suddenly, she turned her head and met his face, just inches away from hers. She was so close that he could smell the pasta sauce from her mouth, could feel the warmth of her breath. That and the Coppertone turned him on. Before he knew it he pecked her quickly on her full lips. Ellen didn't back away, just continued looking into his eyes. She put the record away. Mike kissed her again, longer and more passionate this time, tasting the pasta sauce from her mouth. Yum! She managed a weak grin, wondering if she should back out of this now before it was too late. . .before it was the point of no return. Part of her told her to just go with the flow, to enjoy it and not worry so much. The other part of her told her she wasn't ready for a relationship yet, that she was still healing from the breakup. . .but what about a little fun? A little fling? That wouldn't hurt, would it? When she felt Mike's cold hands move down and grab her big butt cheeks she decided to let go right there. He unzipped her pants, helping her pull them down, pulling at her thong impatiently. His underwear was all wet with precum. She threw the thong onto his big bed and suddenly he was staring at the hairy black bush covering her pussy!! His jaw dropped open. "My God!" he gasped. "It's beautiful!" And the fact that the hairy bush was sandwiched between those giant, muscular brown thighs sent his heart racing. He imagined those thighs scissor locked around his neck, choking him. They kissed passionately again, soul kissing, with her thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her big, full lips smothered him with wet, warm kisses. After removing their clothes they embraced each other tightly in his bedroom. Mike's two dogs appeared at the doorway, looking at them innocently. Ellen smiled at them. Mike walked over to the door, his long, giant penis sticking up in the air. He whispered something softly to his dogs before closing the door. Then he went back to her, big pink dick all wet with precum. His balls were enormous. She knelt down before him and fondled his nuts, stroked his humungous manhood. Mike closed his eyes and moaned. Later, she licked and sucked his big balls, thinking of the famous AC/DC song. Big Cheeks Ch. 02 "Oh, Lord!" Mike moaned. "Oooooooooooooooooooooooh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" After sitting down on the bed she knelt between his legs and sucked that big pink dick ravenously, super fast, causing Mike to moan even louder. "Oooooooooooooh! Ooooooooh! Oooooooh, baby!" The dogs started pawing at the bedroom door. "Oooooooh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Moments later, Ellen sat down on the bed, spread her legs and let him lick and smooch her pussy and anus. "Sorry about all that hair!" she laughed. As Mike went faster Ellen's deep, loud moans rocked the house. "Oooooooooooooooooooooooh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! Ooooooooooh, God! Oooooooh, God! Ooooooh, yeah! Oh, fuck yeah!!!! Oooooooooooooooooooooh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck yeah!! Oooooooooooooooooooooh, God! Ooooooooh, yeah, fuck me! Fuck me!" She felt his warm, wet tongue probe her pussy, felt it tease and seduce her butthole. When he started fingering both openings simultaneously, super fast, she was hollering like a man woman. "Oooooooooooh, God! Oooooooooooh, yeah! Oooooooooooh, yeah, baby! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ooooooooooooooooooh! Ooooooooooooh, yeah!" The dogs pawed the door again. When he stopped she French kissed him, thrusting that tongue into his mouth again. They smiled at each other, like children eagerly playing a game for the first time. Next, he brought out a stool and sat on it with her sitting in his lap, all sweaty and hot. She helped him guide that long pink dick into her vagina. Once in he began pumping her fast, slapping her big ass. She liked that. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" she bellowed. One of the dogs started whimpering it sounded. Mike kept thrusting his cock into her, Ellen's big ass bouncing off his lap, making a gentle rapping sound. Her medium-sized breasts bounced up and down like yo-yos. He kissed her breasts. They moved back onto the bed where they got into the Missionary position and he mounted this big, thick Asian woman. While Mike pumped her fast, Ellen grabbed the bedsheets tight, knowing he was going to cum soon. He kept grunting with each thrust, drops of his sweat landing on her chest, giving it to her to the hilt. "Oooooooooooh, yeah! Oooooooooooooh, God! Ooooooooooooooooooh, yeah! Ahhhhhhhhhhh, baby! Oooooooh, yeah, don't stop!" she moaned. "I'm gonna cum," he declared, and seconds later he shot warm, white cum inside her. Ellen was grinning ear to ear, holding on to him tight. * September 1983 "Move in and live with me," Mike told her. This was after they had gone out a bunch of times and she had already slept over repeatedly. The time seemed to be ripe for that, with her parents upsetting her, and the fact that she hadn't found a place yet. She thought it over, sitting at his kitchen table. He took her hands in his, caressing and kissing them gently. "C'mon, it'll be fun," he smiled mischievously. "Think of everything we've done so far. We'd be doing it more often if you lived here." She grinned. "It's been fun, all right." "Plus, the dogs love you. You guys get along so well. . .have you ever lived with a man before?" he asked quietly. Ellen shook her head. "Wait till my parents hear this." She grinned in amusement. "Living with a white guy!" "But not any ordinary white guy," he protested playfully. "A genuinely cool guy and an awesome cook to boot!" "Extra brownie points for you!" she French kissed him. A moment of silence passed. "So, when do I get the keys?" * Ellen's parents protested, of course, no surprise there. But she was a grown adult and could do what she wanted, she stressed. 'But living alone with a man? A white man, especially? A man much older than her?! A stranger?' her mother asked. 'Why don't you just stay with us? Look at your sister, she stayed with us until she moved away to college. Look at your cousins, our friends' children, they're all still living with their parents, and they should until they get married.' 'That's the old-world thinking, Mom' Ellen had replied. 'It's the 1980s for crying out loud! The world has changed! It's not like old school China here, things are modern. Matchmaking and all that garbage is a thing of the past. Smell the roses, will you?' Begrudgingly, her parents and sister, Jenny, came to visit her and Mike in Castro Valley one day. Mom grilled Mike with the twenty questions routine, asking him what his occupation was, how long he worked there, his family background, financial background, etc. "Jeez, Mom!" Ellen said, turning away in embarrassment. "It's okay," Mike replied gently, answering her mother's questions calmly. "Have you been married before?" Mom asked. "Do you have children?" Ellen's face turned red, looking at Jenny for support, but not getting it. Things got better letter and the group went to a local Chinese restaurant for lunch. When her family left later, she sat down next to Mike on the couch, their dogs at their feet. She squeezed his hand gently. "Sorry about that, honey." He squeezed her hand back, smiling. "It's all right. I know how parents are. Good to be alone with you again, though." He leaned closer and kissed her. Her full lips smothered him with warm, wet kisses, her breath smelling of peppermint. They went to the gym to work out later, and afterwards went running with the dogs at Lake Chabot. Ellen felt better, being with Mike and the dogs. At the lake, they bumped into Brad and another guy named Mike, a heavyset black man, a friend of Mike and Brad's. Ellen felt she was building a strong social community of friends here in the Castro Valley, Hayward area, and was confident she could branch out beyond her parents and survive. * Ellen and her girlfriends from a local Polynesian dance group rehearsed for their upcoming dance performance at the house. Pandemonium was the best word to describe the scene, for there were fourteen women here, Chinese take out food spread out all over the kitchen counter and dining room table, loud Hawaiian music blared from a boombox, the phone kept ringing, and the dogs were running around everywhere, excited by the presence of all these people. Ellen answered the phone. "He's not home at the moment. Can I take a message?" She wrote something on a pad. The phone rang again after she hung up. "Oh, hi, Mike." A pause. "Right, right, I knew you weren't 'my' Mike!" She laughed. "Sometimes I do get the names mixed up. I should call you Michael, Michael A. or Mike A. or something." She listened for a moment, busting out in laughter. One of the dogs came over and licked her bare feet. "Nametags, right, right! You're so funny! You own the comic book store next door, right? Haven't been inside for a while. I used to be into comics but not anymore." She paused to listen. "Sure, you can swing by anytime to drop that off. . .okay, talk to you later. Bye, Mike A!" She laughed and put the phone down, and then knelt known and hugged Oscar, the dog. "Oh, sweet, lovable, Oscar! You havin' fun with all us girls? Huh? Or are there just too many females here for you?" Ellen and her friends practiced some more dance moves to the loud Hawaiian music. She had on a tank top, tight green shorts, and long, furry leg warmers that went up to her knees. Mike A. and Brad stopped by later, dropping off some packages for Mike, eyeing all the beautiful young Asian, Pacific Islander women at hand. "My, my, my!" Mike A. said. "Looks like we came at the right time, ladies! Yes, siree!" He nodded at one thick woman wearing a Stanford T-shirt. "Howya doin'?" She smiled. "Good. Wanna dance?" Mike A. shook his booty a little and all the women cheered and clapped. He continued strutin' his stuff, dancing with the thick woman. More cheering followed. "There's plenty of food," Ellen told the two men. "There's chow fun, cha siu baau, ha gaau, and lo baak gou. Help yourself." Brad and Mike A. grabbed some grub while the group continued dancing. The two sat and watched them rehearse. "Which show is this for?" Brad asked. "Polynesian Cultural Day in San Leandro," Ellen replied. "Be sure to come out and support us! Woo-hoo!" The women hooted along with her. "I'm gonna have to make an appearance and shake my booty," Mike A. mused, smiling devilishly. * The dogs ran to the door as Mike came into the house. He patted them both. "Hey, guys!" AC/DC's "Flick of the Switch" was playing on the turntable while Ellen was sitting on the living room floor, legs spread apart, doing stretches. Wearing those tight black shorts again. . .Mike felt a stirring in his loins as he watched her, looked at her muscular legs and brawny arms. Lord have mercy! He had told Mike A. and Brad what he got to see every time he came home from work and boy were they jealous! That lucky dog, Mike! Mike rubbed it in when he told them what he got to see when he woke up in bed every morning: Ellen's tits hanging above his face, her warm, thick brown body next to his. She didn't notice him standing there until the song ended. "Hey, sweetie. How was work?" "Up and down, but I'm okay. And yourself?" "Slow day today, actually. Kinda unusual." "No screaming, nagging residents wanting this or that?" He sat down on the floor Indian style, next to her. "Or was it mostly translation type stuff as usual?" "Mostly that. The local fire chief came to our building today. He was flirting with me," she smiled. "Wanted to take me to an A's game." "What did you say?" "I told him I had a boyfriend. He asked if we could go as friends but I declined politely." Mike caressed her bare calf. "Look at you, still getting hit on!" She stretched towards her left, touching her bare toes. "I made tacos. They're in the oven." "I rather eat you," he whispered seductively into her ear. She shot him a naughty look, stretching towards her right. His hand moved up to her muscular thigh, stroking it. He lowered his head and licked it. Soon, his other hand slithered down the back of her black shorts, fingering the crack of her ass. When he probed deeper into that warm, damp spot she reached out and stroked his hard cock. Moments later, she was sitting in his lap, soul kissing him. He pulled off her tank top, throwing it aside, and kissed her breasts, sucking her big, dark nipples. She pulled down her shorts, sitting naked in his lap. The living room window's curtains were open and he thought he saw someone outside watching them but couldn't be sure. Her back faced the window and she was so immersed in soul kissing she didn't care. Mike looked at the window again. Wait, was that Mike A. or Brad spying on them?! Those damn voyeurs! He'd teach them a lesson! Mike got up and led Ellen by the hand to their bedroom. After he stripped, he bear hugged her from behind, rubbing his monstrous pink dick against her big brown butt cheeks, burying his face in her wavy, rocker style black hair. Her wide brown back was sweaty, making squishy sounds against his pale chest. She smelled good, she smelled like horny, raunchy sex. His cock dug deeper between her big cheeks. Knowing what he wanted, Ellen grabbed some lubricant and handed it to him. After he applied it to her anus he spread those cheeks and let his cock slide in. She winced at the initial entry but it was mostly smooth sailing after that. Her hands clutched the bed rail as he thrust into her butthole sensually, teasingly, making her want more and more. "Oooooooooooh, God!" she moaned. "Oooooooooooooh, yeah! Oooooooooh, yeah, baby! Don't stop!" The bedroom window was partially open and Mike thought he caught the voyeurs again. Those two! He didn't want to interrupt the mood by closing the window so he just continued. Who cares? Let 'em watch! Mike kept grinding her from behind, slow and sweet the way she liked it. The dogs watched them eagerly. Moments later, he said, "I'm gonna cum, baby!" Their ecstatic moans boomed throughout the house. THE END Big Cheeks "Oh, yeah!" She pulled one out of the refrigerator and handed it to him. "Thanks." He sat on a stool at the kitchen counter as she prepared stuff in the kitchen. He kept stealing looks at her backside when she wasn't looking. "Ellen, have you dated a black guy before?" he asked casually. She turned around and looked at him. "No." "You prefer other races?" "I had a preference for Asian men but recently I decided to be open about things. I'd like to meet different kinds of people, from all walks of life. What about you? Have you dated girls from different races?" "I have. It's mostly been black woman for me. But I've dated white, Hispanic, Asian." She smiled. "You like Asian women?" He blushed. "Yes! I mean, I think you're very attractive." Now she blushed. "Thank you!" She continued puttering around the kitchen, getting out some ground beef and hamburger buns, all the condiments. "How would your parents feel if you dated a black guy?" "They wouldn't like it. But they're all the way in San Jose so who cares? I think love is colorblind, really, if you ask me. There should be no boundaries or borders when it comes to love." Elvin nodded. "I like that, and I agree with it. Still, I couldn't help but notice people staring at us when we ate at that Chinese restaurant. Remember that?" "Those were old-fashioned Chinese people. Bigots. Screw them!" Later they had burgers, chatting and laughing on the bar stools. Afterwards, they plopped down on the couch before the living room window. "The burgers were awesome!" he said. "Thanks." She popped a VHS tape in the machine and they watched an Eddie Murphy movie. They busted out laughing. In the back of her mind, Ellen wondered if he was man enough to make a movie. Other guys didn't have enough guts to. But maybe he would be different. He sat closer to her. That was a good sign! The smell of Coppertone from her body aroused him. Eventually, he just dared himself enough (along with Reg's dares), putting his hand on her big, muscular thigh. She didn't resist, simply turning her head and locking eyes with him. The Eddie Murphy soon became background noise that they both tuned out. Right now they were locked in more than a passionate eye stare, both of their loins were pulsating with lust. Ellen looked at his horny, fuck face. She knew it well. Imaginary devil horns popped out of his closed cropped afro. She had left her cat ears on. Fuck, she was sexy with those on! He saw the same fuck face look on her and before they knew they were pawing each other ravenously. So immersed in it that she forgot to close the curtains! The Eddie Murphy movie, the world outside, her sister, her family, work, and her obligations to the world outside had been removed from her head. And right now she was locked in the one-way fuck groove. Some of the tenants in the building across from hers, facing her apartment window, watched from their darkened units, staring eagerly at the two naked bodies embracing and screwing each other on the living room couch. Bright lights emanating from Ellen's apartment. Elvin hands grabbed her big, curvy butt cheeks. God, they were massive, not enough hands! He kept squeezing them, caressing them, and slapping them. She smiled naughtily when he slapped them. So he kept slapping them, and split her cheeks open. She emitted a deep, throaty laugh. Fuck, that turned him on! BUT, she really liked it when he stuck his long fingers into the crack of her ass, and up into her anus, teasing it, smooching it with his tongue especially. When he smooched and licked her butthole and pussy she released a deep, throaty moan! Fuck, that turned on every button in his body! So Elvin kept on licking and smooching her, gravitating back and forth between her anus and pussy. She was sitting on the sofa, legs splayed wide open for him. He knelt before her. "Oh, El. . .Elvin! Oh, Elllllll- viiiiiiiiin! Elllllllll- viiiiiiiiin! Oooooooooooooooooooh! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, God! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! Aaaaaaaaaaah! Oooooooooooooh, fuck!" she kept moaning. He looked at her for a moment, their eyes locked in that fuck stare that no one else knew, that secretive, sensual, horny place that only Ellen and Elvin knew about. That beautiful vacuum. She nodding at him, mouth wide open, a look of mercy on her face. "God, how the fuck do you do that?" she asked. "For such a little guy, you're fuckin' the shit out of me! Ooooooh, God, it feels so good!" "Feels better than your pumping iron high you always talk about?" "It's up there with that!" She laughed. When she saw his monstrous big black dick her jaw dropped even lower. Her eyes bulged out. "God, for such a small guy you got the biggest dick I've ever seen!" "Really? Bigger than other guys you've seen?" "Trust me, I know big! This is humungous!" "You like big dicks?" She shot him that horny fuck look again. He resumed smooching and licking her clitoris and anus and she moaned bloody murder once more. And the tenants in the apartment building across from hers kept watching enthusiastically. A very interested audience. Elvin licked the sweat off her ass and off her thighs. Then he climbed on top of her and slid that big black dick into her butthole and started grinding. When it first went in she winced in pain, but she had lubricated her anus and that helped. She stroked his massive, drooping balls. God, they drooped like those of a goat she had seen at the state fair! She had wandered around the fair, amazed at animal ball size! She kept grabbing those big balls hungrily, hearing "Big Balls" in her head! He kept pumping into her asshole and she shot him her most horned-out, sexy fuck look! Jaw dropped open, moaning, big brown eyes bulging out at his, begging him mercy!! "Don't stop, baby!" she said. "More, More More! Oh, God, you can fuck! Other guys were nothing compared to you!" "So previous guys couldn't satisfy you sexily?" "No." "Maybe you just needed a black man, hon," he replied. He pulled his giant cock out, sitting on the couch. She knelt before him, fondling that big black dick and his dropping nuts ravenously. She licked and kissed those nuts and his dick, going down on him feverishly. "Damn, girl, you haven't had dick in a while, have you?" She sucked his dick to the hilt, pausing a moment to swallow saliva. Later, they headed to the bedroom and he saw her leopard skin bed cover. They jumped into bed and he gave it to her doggie-style, rubbing that massive black cock against her big, sweaty brown butt cheeks. Slapping that ass and she laughed that deep, throaty laugh. When he finally slid his dick into her moist, waiting pussy and began pumping she grabbed his thighs and held on for the ride of her life. The springs on the bed squeaked loudly. He fucked the shit out of her. Soon he climaxed, shooting every single drop of his cum into her. Then, drenched in sweat, they dropped exhausted on top of one another, laughing and smiling. * * * May 1986 After work now, Elvin would pick up Ellen from work and they'd take the bus home together. With Jenny gone most of the time he'd shack up with her most nights of the week, getting so much pussy his head was spinning. Getting Ellen's big bare feet and toes stepping all over his face and him licking them. One time he came into Payless with hickeys and Reggie laughed. Ellen had hickeys too, and more on places beneath her clothes! They continued running together at Lake Chabot, Ellen really pushing and motivating him. Elvin never felt so confident and positive in his life. After a grueling, sweaty run one Saturday afternoon, they stopped by the lake's shore, kissing each other. He grabbed her ass, his fingers digging beneath those tight blue shorts. People stared at them but he didn't care! He met Reggie's dare and proved him wrong! He was the man! He pulled the sweaty fabric of her shorts out of the crack of her ass, smiling proudly. * * * When they got back to her apartment they showered together, laughing. After drying herself she threw on a Journey jersey and tight, very short purple shorts, and her ankle sweatbands. They pumped iron for a few hours, spotting each other and what not. In the background AC/DC's "Big Balls" blared from the speakers. They chanted the main chorus together, laughing. "But Elvin's got the biggest nuts of them all!" she whispered into his ear. THE END