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Young 'un

By: Madam-Cecilia



I walked into the bar amidst screams of my name. Seems I had several friends spread about. I stopped to talk to each group as I made my way to the back to the one I had come down to meet. Amber had left me a note saying she was here and I should catch up to her. She was towards the back of the bar and from her hoops I could tell she was pretty toasted. It was late when I got there, after eleven. 

When I came up to her, Amber threw her arms around my neck again letting me know she was pretty drunk. Having just come from a football game I was sober so I decided it would be best to stay that way and make sure my friends got home safe. Amber was filling me in on all that happened since her arrival. She had met some very nice young men. She introduced me to them as they came by. She pointed to one at the bar and said "Go ask him if his friend showed up yet. He's really cute and has such a nice deep voice."

Being the outgoing person that I am I walked over, ran my hand down his back to his ass and asked, "My friend wants to know if your friend has shown up yet."

He turned around and asked," And who is your friend?" As he turned I recognized him but didn't say anything. I pointed to Amber. "No he hasn't," he grumbled. "I am going to kick the shit out of him when I see him."

"Well why don't you join us?" I offered, as I knew that was Amber's intent all along. "Are you even old enough to be in here?" I asked, knowing he was pretty young.

"Yes I am old enough to be in here," he said picking up his drink. It was obvious he had been drinking pretty hard too as he made his way to the table. When we got there and the light was better he turned to me and said, "Don't you know my mom?"

"No dear. I don't know your mom," I assured him, trying to give him the illusion that even though I did indeed know him that this was a confidential arena.

"NO. No. You do," he insisted.

"Yes dear I know your mom. That's why I asked if you were old enough to be in here. You are way young. I know your little brother but I can't think of your name."

"Well I AM old enough," he said groping for his wallet. He pulled out his driver's license. He was 22. 

"Ok. So you're old enough," I stated. "Amber, this is Kenny. Kenny this is Amber," I said in way of introduction. 

He looked at Amber and said, "She grabbed my ass." 

Now anyone who knows me at all knows that I have a habit of grabbing nice asses as they go by. Most men don't mind but I thought here I might have overstepped. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again," I apologized. 

"NO!! Do it all you want," he explained and then turned his ass so it was within reach. Being the polite person that I am, I reached out and grabbed another handful just to make him feel better.

He stayed with us for a bit making small talk and then wandered on about the bar. He would stumble by every now and again. As he did I made sure to touch his ass so he wouldn't feel neglected. On one such trip by he stopped and turned saying, "You know. You can grab my balls if you like." How rude would it have been to refuse an offer such as that!!?? My hand immediately dropped down to cup the prized offering. He let out a little moan. I decided to take further advantage if he would let me.

"How did you get down here tonight?" I asked. Being the concerned citizen, I didn't want him to drive home in his condition.

"I walked. Why?" he asked, oblivious to my innuendo. 

"Well I drove and I am sober. I could give you a ride home if you like."

He looked me square in the eye and said, "I am not interested in a ride home. Just a ride." Having said that he wandered off. He came by again several times alternating between hitting on me and hitting on Amber.

When closing time came I took his arm and led him to my car. All the way out he protested saying he could walk home. When we reached my car Amber climbed into the front seat and he got in the back. I pulled out of the space and headed towards Amber's house. My plan was to take her home and find some nice quiet place to see just how good our little man was.

"You girls don't know what you are missing," he said with confidence way beyond his years. "I'll do anything you want. All 3 of us could have some fun." Now I know from conversations with Amber that she is not into anything like that. I was also pretty sure that he was drunk enough that if he could get it up it wouldn't be for long. I drove on to Amber's house.

As we pulled into the drive he said, "So what's it going to be?"

Amber, unaware of what I was thinking said, "She is just going to take you home. I am not feeling well."

"Come on. We could have some fun," he protested.

I pulled into the drive and shut off the car. I got out as Amber did. She looked at me but it was Kenny he spoke, "see! She is all for it."

Amber looked to me and said, "I don't understand what is going on."

"I know you don't Amber. Trust me," I said as we walked to the front door.

"Ok," she said, hesitantly. She opened the door and the 3 of us went inside.

Once inside Kenny looked around. "Now what?" he asked excitedly. 

I pulled him towards the darkened living room. "We are going to play in the dark," I explained. 

"But I don't know what to do in the dark," he protested. 

"I'll show you," I said leading him to the couch. Amber was gone towards the back of the house. I sat Kenny down on the couch taking a place next to him. I didn't give him a chance for any more conversation. I took his head in my hands and turned him towards me. I devoured his lips in a passionate embrace that he eagerly returned. We entwined our tongues for several minutes before my fingers found their way to his fly. I could tell he was hard and wanting out.

"Stand up," I commanded. "Take down you pants and sit back down."

"Are you giving orders now?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied. "Just do what your told and you'll enjoy it. I swear," I explained to him as I dropped to the floor. Once he had his pants to his ankles and sat back down I took a position between his knees. His hard cock rose up from his groin. It was long but not overly thick. I put it to my mouth and swallowed it in one gulp. His long moan let me know I was right. I sucked my way back to the tip and let it slide from my mouth. "Aren't you glad you followed orders?" I teased.

"OH YES!" he moaned. His head was thrown back against the couch. His arms were stretched out to his sides for balance. I expected him to shoot off quickly so I took him back into my mouth and began routine sucking. After a bit he seemed to settle down and when I looked up he was watching me.

"Do you like to watch me suck your cock?" I asked as I let it slide from my mouth and looked up over the tip of it at him.

"Oh God yes!!" he exclaimed. "And you are so good. But I have a challenge for you. I have never cum from a blowjob. Think you can do it?" In answer to his challenge I swallowed him to the very back of my throat and let the muscles there massage his sensitive head. His hands came up to rest on the back of my head. 

The clock struck 2:30 and I realized I had been sucking this young man's cock for half an hour. I came up for air and decided it was my turn. I looked at him over his swollen cock and he said, as if reading my mind, "Wanna sit on it?"

Without saying a word, I climbed from the floor up to his lap. I raised myself over his hard cock and then lowered myself slowly, savoring every inch as it slide easily into my dripping wet pussy. My mind reeled as I wrapped my arms around his neck and began rocking back and forth on his engorged member. He didn't say a word but matched my strokes one for one. His hands found their way to my hips to aid in our efforts. It wasn't long before my juice ran down across his balls and he looked at me with a sweetness that only comes from youth, "Did you cum for me?" he asked.

"Did I ever?!" I answered him.

"Would you like to lick your pussy juice off my cock?" he asked again so sweetly.

"I LOVE the taste of my pussy on a nice hard cock," I answered as I disengaged myself and dropped back to the floor. I started at the base of his hard cock, licking my way to the very tip, making sure to get every drop of pussy juice from his young shaft. "You like that?" I asked.

"MMMMM, Yes," he moaned for me. "I like it when you talk nasty to me too," he informed me.

"You like to watch me suck my juice from your hard cock, don't you?" I encouraged him, my head sliding up and down his shaft, my tongue swirling every inch of the way.

When I was sure his cock was clean of all my juice I let it slide from my mouth once again. "Wanna fuck me some more?" I asked.

"You read my mind," he said. At some point in the bar he had told me his favorite position was doggie style so I got on my hands and knees and leaned over the edge of the couch.

"Come over here behind me," I suggested.

"I was just going to say that," he said as he was crawling into place behind me. His hard cock sought out my throbbing pussy like a heat seeking missile. He buried himself in deep one the first stroke. He took it slow at first, savoring in his work but soon his pace quickened. I was slamming backwards for each stroke he came forward. Our bodies were a blur of motion. I buried my head to keep from screaming out each time he made me cum. 

After some time he pulled out, followed by pouts from me. He lay prone on the floor. "Come here and lick it clean again," he commanded.

"So you're giving orders now?" I asked.

"Yeah," was his only reply. I crawled over to his side and lowered my tongue to his aching cock. I again licked every drop of pussy juice from his hard cock. I bobbed my head up and down. Now and again he would thrust towards my mouth, trying to encourage me but I kept to my own pace. 

When my arms could take no more of holding myself over his hard cock, I let it go and lay down beside him. Without instruction he came over me and again slid deep inside on the first stroke. I came several times before he pulled out to lie back again. I wasn't done so I climbed on top to sit on his hard cock once again.

"OH God!! That feels so good," he exclaimed as I took him in deep. "Do you fuck your husband like this?" he asked. 

"I haven't fucked my husband like this in years," I replied.

"You don't know how good that makes me feel," he responded.

I rocked back and forth for only a minute when he suggested I turn around. I reluctantly let his cock slide form my aching cunt as I turned my back to this young stud. I raised myself slightly to accommodate his cock sliding in from this new angle. Once inside it felt like a dream. His hands found my hips again and helped me to rock back and forth at an astounding rate. My juice was free flowing down over his balls. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I told him we had company. "Does she want to join us?" he asked.

I spun around on his hard cock and placing a hand on either side of his face got real close and asked, "Why isn't my pussy enough for you?"

"OH shit. You're pussy feels great. I just thought the three of us could have some fun," he stammered.

"I doubt it but I will go ask."

I went to Amber's room to find her tucked into bed. It must have been her dog that I saw sneaking about. She opened her eyes in surprise. "You're still here?" she babbled.

"Yeah. We're still here. How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Not good at all. I drank WAY too much," she moaned.

"It's ok," I told her. "Well be out of here in a little bit." I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It said 3:21. My husband was going to have a fit. Even though I am 36 years old, he expects me home soon after the bars close.

I walked back to the living room and my young stud had his jockeys on. "I'm looking for a bathroom," he announced. I pointed him in the direction. I decided this was as good a time as any to get dressed and head out. I got my clothes on while he was taking care of business. Coming back he observed, "You're all dressed." 

"Yeah. Amber isn't feeling well and I need to get home. You have worn me out!" I proclaimed, hoping to feed his ego.

"No problem," he said as he reached for his jeans. "How many times did you cum for me?" he asked as he got into his clothes.

"12," I replied.

"No shit?" he asked unbelieving.

"No shit," I said.

"I feel like such a stud."

"You ARE a stud. I just feel bad I didn't get you off."

"Don't. I wish I wasn't so difficult. It happens all the time."

We walked out and I headed to the car, "Can I give you a ride home?" I offered.

"No thanks. I want to walk home with a smirk on my face." 

I looked at him and did indeed see his smirk. I walked over and gave him a hug. "Thank you for letting me 'use and abuse' you."

"No problem," he said as we broke the hug. "Anytime," he continued with a wink.

I climbed into my car and watched as he headed down the street. He seemed to have a cocky step about him. I can't imagine why.

Young Vixen



I heard the knocking as soon as I turned the shower off. I wrapped the teensy hotel towel around as much of me as I could and went to look out the peephole. I saw my new assistant and opened the door carefully,

"Hi Marci I just got out of the shower, I won't be a minute."

"That's OK Mrs. Rice I just brought over the overheads so we could coordinate your piece to them."

"Good idea let me just finish up and I'll be right with you." 

I went back to the bathroom and let my towel drop to the floor,

"If you're not too shy we can go over them as you finish dressing."

"Ah, well, I guess it would be all right."

I looked up and saw her watching me in the mirror,

"Please don't stare Marci, I know I'm a fat old married woman."

"No, I think you look gorgeous, I think a grown woman has a right to have some meat on her bones. Here let me do that."

She took the brush from my hand and started to brush my hair. I looked in the mirror to an image that looked unreal. Here I was standing stark naked next to my aide who I hardly knew. She was so close I could feel her warm breath on my neck. I don't know what it was but I was getting these erotic feelings all up and down my spine. I had to get my mind off my vagina and back to business,

"So did all the overheads come out all right, if they didn't I can get some equipment from the lobby and we can fix them. Marci, Marci, are you listening to me?"

"What, oh, sorry Mrs. Rice I guess I was staring at your breasts. You have lovely breasts, I mean they're large but they're real. You don't mind if I touch them, do you?"

I was dumbstruck as I watched in the mirror to see her arms wrap around me to fondle my breasts. I knew I had to say something but nothing would come out of my mouth except a moan when she stopped.

I turned around,

"Marci, what are you..."

She leaned in and kissed me, not a peck on the lips but a full kiss long and deep. She leaned back and as she held my shoulders, she started into my eyes. I was so confused my mouth was dry, but I knew I was wet between my legs. I tried to say something but nothing would come out. She put a finger to my lips,

"I'm sorry Mrs. Rice; I've wanted to kiss you since the day I started. You are such a sexy woman; I can't seem to get my mind off of you." 

"Marci, I'm married, I have grown children, and I've never done anything like this before. I, I don't know what to say."

Wait a minute did she just call me sexy; I haven't been called sexy since I first got married.

"God I wish I had breasts like yours, I'm so tiny I feel like a little girl."

"No, they're perfect, why would you want something flopping around your chest like these?"

I held my breasts up to show her just as she pulled her top over her head to expose her breasts standing proud and alone unencumbered by a bra. She walked over and mashed hers against mine. The feeling of her nipples hard and erect against mine almost took my breath away.

No more resistance left in me I melted into her arms as she kissed me again. She took my hand and led me to the bed, I followed unsure of what was to happen but still wanting it. We lay down together and her kisses went from my lips to my throat and around my neck to my ear. I was so hot I could feel myself panting and when she put her lips on my nipple, I came. I wanted her now but she was in no hurry and she teased me with her tongue as she ran it down to my stomach. I didn't think I could wait any longer and I pushed her head toward my sex. I've never been one who loved oral; it's just my husband does it as a duty and I usually just give up and fake it just to get him to stop. Of course, once he would do me it was expected for me to do him and to tell the truth I think that is disgusting. However, I sure wanted to feel Marci's lips on me. I just knew she would drive me wild, hell she had already driven me wild but I wanted the rest.

She crawled between my legs as I spread myself for her. Done with her tease, she lapped at my clit with her tongue. I screamed as I grabbed her head to hold it in place, I knew I was babbling as my orgasms cascaded from me. Again and again I kept cumming and finally I had to push her away to kept from passing out. With one more lap of her tongue she licked the juices that flowed from my slit, then she crawled up next to me and we kissed.

"I can taste me on your lips,"

I said,

"But I want to taste you now."

I sat up to unfasten her tiny little skirt and she raised her bottom to help me slide it down and off her legs.

"Wow a thong, how do you like wearing a thong, doesn't it ride up your butt? I always wanted to try one but was afraid it would bother me."

"I love them it just about all I wear except when it's that time of the month. Look I don't even have to take them off."

She just pulled the tiny slip of material to the side and exposed her hairless slit to me.

"Bald too that's another thing I always wanted to try but just too chicken."

She pulled her labia apart,

"How about licking pussy Mrs. Rice, is that something you always wanted to try?"

I just said, oh yes and then I put my face right in the middle of Marci's vulva. When Marci did me, I was in the throes of passion with the heat and excitement driving me to a fever pitch. As I did Marci she seem to relax, she lay back on the pillows and casually ran her fingers through my damp hair.

"Do you have any idea how many nights I lay in my bed playing with myself and fantasizing about those sexy lips of yours on my cunt? Oh yes right there, I just knew you would be good at this, oh, oh, yes, ah yes."

She didn't scream it out as I had and yet I knew I had brought her off, that made me so happy. I found I was as excited as I had been when she was doing me and I wondered if I might cum just from licking her. Then it even got better as she had me turned around and we got into the classic sixty-nine position. This way I not only was able to receive but to give at the same time and we both climaxed several more times.

I don't know when we fell asleep but when we woke in each other's arms, it was dark. We took a delicious shower together and Marci shaved my pubes for me leaving me as naked as she was. After shaving me, she got me off yet again and then I did her. We got dressed and went to eat but first we stopped at the mall and she insisted on buying me my first pair of thong underwear. We rushed through dinner saying that I wanted to try my new panties but what I wanted was more of Marci's pussy.

Somehow, we made it through the presentation the next day; frankly, I can't remember any of it. We hurried back to my room and made love again. I just didn't want it to end and I asked Marci if she could stay with me for a couple more days. I told her I would call my husband and she suggested I send him a picture of my shaved pussy to help ease the trauma of me being gone an extra day or two. That Marci she is so naughty.



Young White Bull Ch. 01



WARNING: this story is about a man who becomes a cuckold as his wife takes a young lover with his tacit approval. If this theme even remotely offends you DO NOT read it.

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My wife Linda is 43 and I'm 55 and the reason for the break up of my first marriage 9 years ago when we worked together and I was her boss. Just like the rest of the men in the Sales Team I couldn't keep my eyes off her; but with a little bit of encouragement I couldn't keep my hands off her big tits and sexy arse too. For a woman with two kids she had a perfect hour glass figure and wasn't afraid to show it off; which is still pretty much the case now.

She has very short cropped platinum blonde hair and is still remarkably slim (size 12) for a woman her age and her 34DD boobs hardly sag at all; plus she still dresses quite sexily; even for work in a Department Store.

I wish that I could say the same about myself. Sadly I've gained three stones in the time we've been married and a combination of bad jobs and arthritis to my hips and knees has meant that our sex life has deteriorated to virtually nil; especially if it's left to me to initiate it.

Linda turns a blind eye to my abundant use of internet porn and subsequent masturbation as she isn't averse to going into chat rooms when I'm at work and talking to guys around the world. I'm not supposed to know of course; but only a cursory glance at the history on her laptop gives the game away; plus I found a hidden webcam. 

I've never been 100% sure that she hasn't strayed during our marriage; and I've had some serious doubts in the last couple of years because she occasionally wears sexy underwear and stockings for work and the occasional night out with her sister. The thought of her going with another man has become a bit of an infatuation of mine and is my favourite subject when watching or reading porn on the web.

This all brings us to the first Saturday night in early June; when a friend from the shop she works in got married and invited Linda to the evening party. I was sort of invited too but we had been going through a rough patch; so following an argument she went with her elder sister who works in the same shop and had recently been divorced for the third time.

The mood between us on the day of the party wasn't great with Linda bursting into tears a couple of times because of my lack of help around the house. I didn't know what to expect when she finally came down stairs in her party clothes. I was impressed and relieved at the same time as she was wearing a pair of tight black hipster trousers with a nice white sleeveless top. Obviously the top was low cut and emphasised her boobs; but that was nothing out of the ordinary for my attractive wife. 

We drove in virtual silence to the pub where the party was being held, which was about 10 miles away and the mood wasn't helped when I took a wrong turning and was lost for about 15 minutes. When we finally approached the car park Linda rang Jen to come and meet her at the entrance. Just as I parked the car Jen appeared in the doorway. A lump appeared in my throat and pants at exactly the same time when I saw her. Although 2 years older than my wife Jen is much smaller (5ft 2, size 10 dress and 32 C boobs -- I've checked!) and still attracts men like flies around a cows arse; hence the three broken marriages.

My sister with her long curly blonde and brown streaked hair cascading over her shoulders was wearing a very short red clingy mini-dress with a low V that showed a glimpse of pink bra and a lot of spray-tanned boob. She gave a little wave and a big smile when she saw me; which made my heart flutter. Linda gave me a peck on the cheek and coldly told me she would give me call at about midnight when she needed a lift home.

I cranked the car hi-fi up three notches and listened to AC/DC on the fast drive home. The night dragged by and even watching wall to wall porn couldn't really get me going. I was desperate for relief and tried a couple of times to have a wank but couldn't get stiff enough.

I'd actually fallen asleep on the sofa when my wife rang at 11.45. I could hardly hear her for the music in the background so sent a text to say I'd be there at 12.15. I had been in the car park for over 5 minutes when Linda staggered out of the door, stopped and turned and beckoned her sister to join her. I could tell she was in a good mood as she briefly stepped back into the doorway and led her sister out by the arm into the cool night air. Kim was giggling and blowing flamboyant kisses to someone that I couldn't see. I flashed the headlights and they both stumbled to the car and struggled to open the doors. I leaned over and opened the front passenger door for Linda but had to get out and open the rear door for Kim who was now madly pressing keys on her mobile phone.

"Your carriage awaits, madam." I sarcastically told her as she virtually fell backwards onto the seat legs akimbo; giving me a perfect view of her tiny white panties that were stuck right inside her swollen crease which was perfectly bald around the sides. My sister was totally oblivious of me or what I was looking at as she slowly sat upright and continued sending a text.

Linda was more than a little bit drunk and her big brown eyes lit up as she smiled at me, and then turned to ask her sister what she was doing. 

"Texting that Ben -- the biggest one with all of the tattoos!" She slurred then chuckled as her phone lit up with a reply. "He reckons he's got 7 inches waiting for me next week!" Kim cackled like a Witch and passed the phone to Linda who read the message then mischievously chuckled before remembering I was driving the car not a taxi driver. She gave a sheepish grin then handed the phone back.

The two sisters giggled all the way to Kim's house; as Kim sent and received numerous texts to the guy she'd just met at the party. As soon as I stopped the car I jumped out and opened the back door for my diminutive sister; getting another eyeful of her white panties which were now even further up her bald snatch. I promised myself a good wank in the shower the next morning.

As we drove home Linda excitedly told me about the party and what a good time she'd had dancing with Kim and some friends and inadvertently mentioned the lad that Kim had been texting and his mates had been flirting with them and she'd eventually given in and danced with a couple of different young men; including one who kept stroking her arse. I guessed that the last bit was for my consideration; letting me know that she was still attractive to young men. 

After a couple of minutes she went quiet, then with a smirk on her face asked; 

"Did you get a good look?" Linda giggled as she squeezed my thigh while I drove down the dark street.

"I don't know what you mean?" I lied as I pulled onto the motorway.

"You were looking up her dress." She giggled again; "I saw you -- both times."

I shook my head and blushed madly all the way home as Linda drunkenly nodded off. We were soon home and went straight upstairs. I went into the bathroom and Linda the bedroom. As I washed my tackle I remembered Kim in the back of my car then images of Linda dancing with a variety of young studs which made my dick nice and stiff which was bit of a rarity these days.

When I entered the bedroom Linda was still trying to kick her way out of her trousers; which made her large tits wobble in the balcony bra. She spotted me staring and deliberately jiggled them before stumbling out of the bedroom giggling like a naughty teenager.

When she eventually came back she was still wearing her bra and panties which was unusual; but used to be a signal that she wanted sex. Stupid me! 

"I thought so!" She chuckled as she pulled the quilt off the bed like a magician and found me fumbling with my dick. "Let's not let that go to waste." My gorgeous wife giggled as she knelt beside me and replaced my fat hand with her soft and well manicured one. Linda easily wrapped her fist around the shaft and began slowly tugging up and down, running her thumb over my knob which was peeping out of the foreskin; which always drives me wild. 

"Now now; you naughty boy," she pouted as she stretched my dick, "what's caused this? Looking up my sisters' dress at her knickers? Or have you been watching dirty films again?" 

I guessed that there wasn't a right or wrong answer as she bent forward and rubbed my 5 inch cock between her luscious mounds.

"Both; I guess." I moaned as my cock started to swell. "I just wish it had been your dress that I'd been looking up." I lied.

"Good boy; that's the right answer!" Linda sniggered as she shifted position and swallowed my five inches in one gulp then began bobbing her head as she deep-throated me.

I was in Heaven as I stroked her cute arse through the stretched sheer nylon of her full panties and my wife sucked my dick and squeezed my bollocks just like in our younger days. 

After only a minute or two of sucking my dick Linda shuffled again and swung her leg across my fat belly until she was straddling me but still sucking my cock as she slid backwards until her nylon covered slit was only an inch or so away from my face. 

I got the message and began licking her pussy through her panties which made her sigh with pleasure. I used to have a big nylon fetish so burying my face into her sopping cunt through her panties made me forget how well she was sucking my cock for a moment or two. Linda was now rubbing her crotch against my face as I pulled the gusset to one side and got a taste of her sticky snatch. Her labia were so swollen they looked like John Wayne's saddle bags so I began nibbling on them which used to turn her on -- it still did! Her pussy was now dripping nectar straight into my mouth and up my nose as I tried to lap it up but couldn't keep pace with my wife who was now frantically wanking my dick into her mouth.

Linda was now in a world of her own so I cheekily did something she'd always shied away from; even in our most passionate days; I licked her arsehole which actually made her sigh this time and I swear she pressed back harder as my tongue pressed against the tight folds making the tip slide in about a quarter of an inch. The joy of licking my wife's arsehole was too much and I could feel my balls suddenly tightening as Linda stuffed my cock fully into her mouth and squashed my balls as I tried to get my tongue further inside her arsehole.

WHAM! My balls tightened and my cock erupted; shooting two weeks worth of spunk into Linda's mouth. Even as my cock twitched and a second bolt shot out I knew it wasn't really me she was sucking but some young stud she'd met at the party; but who was I to complain as she sucked me dry and began sliding her greasy slit all over my mouth and nose in her own quest to cum.

I didn't have time to catch my breath as she raised herself onto her hands and began grinding her hot hairy cunt against my face. Linda was always easily aroused and lubrication was never a problem but this felt like she was pissing into my mouth -- which wouldn't have been a problem if that's what she wanted to do!

Her clit was sticking out like a diamond when my tongue finally found it. I flicked it as fast as I could while she kept grinding down on my nose until I felt her twitch and her grinding got faster and harder and her breathing deeper and louder until; with a big grunt and a sigh she finally climaxed; causing another release of warm sticky liquid to flood my mouth. Linda stayed in this position for thirty seconds or so; possibly making sure that whatever was coming out was completely out, and then rolled off me and onto her back. 

When I opened my eyes her knees were bent upwards and her legs wide apart with Linda rubbing her tits and recklessly frigging herself with four fingers jammed inside her puffed-up cunt; something she'd never let me see before. It took her a couple of very sexy minutes to cum again but when she did she screeched and shook in a way that I hadn't managed to do for her in a lot of years. 

With her knickers around her thighs and her tits hanging out of her bra Linda didn't even look at me as she scrambled off the bed and staggered to the bathroom.. She took an age; during which I tried to have a wank; but my days of two orgasms a night were long gone. 

My wife was half asleep when she finally returned and by the time I had washed her juices off my face she was already in a drunken coma.

We were both in a remarkably good mood all of the following day; even though she had a monstrous hangover. Me being me; I never plucked up the courage to talk about what happened (in bed or at the party) even when she kept receiving secretive text messages from Kim all day. 

The next few days were the same; only without any sex (although I think Linda gave her vibrater an airing or two as it was in a different drawer when I checked -- I'm nosey like that).

On the Wednesday night as we ate our dinner Linda coyly mentioned that because Kim still 'needed cheering up' and they'd had such a good time at the Wedding party Kim wanted to go back to the same pub on Friday night as there was a disco that was supposed to be quite good, and would I mind if she went along too?

I shrugged my shoulders and said that I didn't mind; even offering to drive them both there and back; which would probably have been expected anyway. We both looked at each other and smiled; both of us knowing what was really on the agenda.

Friday was a hard slog at work but I eventually made it through without spontaneously ejaculating! 

My eyes were on stalks when I arrived home at 7. Linda was wearing a new shortish red polka dot cotton dress with a wide black PVC belt that made the dress flare out from her hips and was very low cut; showing a helluva lot of cleavage which looked like an engineering company must be keeping her tits in. She was wearing bright red lipstick and nail varnish to match the dress.

Linda had arranged for us to collect Kim at 7.15 so I didn't have time for anything to eat before chauffeuring my wife to her sister's house then on to a meeting with some young stud.

It was a struggle to keep my eyes on the road as Linda's dress had slid up her thighs and was showing off a lot of her fake-tan covered legs. She spent the journey texting her sister (I presumed) and giggling at the replies. Kim was looking outrageously sexy for a woman her age when she walked down her path to the car; so much so three young boys stopped playing football to stare at her. 

This week she was wearing a tight white mini-dress that was pretty see-thru at the top and left very little to the imagination as you could easily see all of her bra; and there wasn't an awful lot of that to see. 

Kim kept thanking me for the lift home the previous week and again tonight and assured me once too many times that there was nothing to worry about as they were going to meet another couple of women from work and everything was so very very innocent. 'Innocent' was the last description you would have come up with as they linked arms to promenade across the car park towards the pub. 

For the first time in an age, I stared in awe as Linda looked like the woman I'd fallen in love with 10 years ago as she disappeared inside the pub.

As usual when I'm in the car alone I cranked up the stereo and Bruce Springsteen blasted out the speakers. That Friday was a very long night; but I spent a couple of hours watching porn of the highest/hardest quality; mostly featuring housewives getting gangbanged left, right and centre until I couldn't keep it in any longer and had a delightful wank into a pair of Linda's already soiled panties! 

The message arrived at 11.45 for me to collect my wife and her sister. I raced through the night like a character in a Springsteen song to get to the pub; making me arrive earlier than the agreed 12.30. I tried 4 times to ring Linda but she never answered, so with my stomach churning I walked into the pub to find her. As soon as I crossed the threshold the noise was deafening; no wonder she couldn't hear her phone. I cautiously made my way to the function room and stood at the top of a short stairway to survey the room. 

It only took a minute to spot her in her red dress. She was on the dance floor with her arms wrapped around the neck of a tattooed, muscle-bound hulk that had one hand on the small of her back and the other on her arse. Lind was grinning from ear to ear as the hulk bent forward and whispered something, then looked at her with big smug smile on his face. Still smiling Linda shook her head and broke away, scurrying to a table that was obscured from my view. I moved slightly and watched the bodybuilder follow her and grab her hips as she fumbled in her handbag. Linda was slightly bending forward as she checked her mobile phone and got a shock as the lad pulled her backwards and simulated fucking her doggy style which made a couple of similar looking guys grin as they slurped their lager. Linda didn't even change her position as she showed him the phone and must have said something about my missed calls. 

The lad didn't give a shit about me and continued trying to seduce my 43 year old wife. Linda eventually disentangled herself and waved the phone in his face; but he just lurched forward and planted a big kiss on her lips. I was staggered to see her respond in kind for a few seconds before pulling away and grabbing her bag and signalling to someone in the shadows. A second or two later Kim made an appearance adjusting her dress and shaking her hair with another tattooed bodybuilder in tow. 

The two middle aged women and a grinning toy boy began walking towards the stairway, so I beat a hasty retreat to the car.

It was another ten minutes before the three of them approached the car. My wife poked her head in the passenger door and asked, 

"Is it okay if we give Ben a lift to Kim's house?" 

"I guess so." I nodded and shrugged my shoulders as they were already sitting in the back seat; but I guessed it was polite to ask. As Linda sat beside me I spotted that she looked flushed and a bit sweaty plus her bra strap was twisted and hanging down her arm. 'What had she been up to in the last 10 minutes?' I wondered. 

The journey to Kim's house took about 10 minutes but I loved every minute as Kim and her young lover snogged and canoodled all of the way there. She cradled his shaven head as they kissed and his hands were all over her luscious tits and legs as I kept glancing in the rear view mirror getting the occasional glimpse of her knickers as he tried to get inside them. Linda looked as if she was in a daze just staring forwards in silence until I realised she could see their reflection in the windscreen and she was enjoying the show as much as I was.

When I stopped the car at Kim's house the couple disentangled themselves but thankfully for me Kim's dress was now so high up her legs I could see her tiny pale pink thong which were pulled slightly to one side so I could see a hint of her bald pussy. As Kim fumbled to get her key into the door the muscleman knocked on Linda's window. She wound it down and he put his big head through the gap and arrogantly whispered;

"You're invited too, Chesty. There's enough in here for both of you!" He cackled as he grabbed his crotch and winked at me. 

"No thanks." She nervously laughed but I could see that her chest was heaving and flushed. "I'm a happily married woman I'll have you know."

The lad looked into her big brown eyes and then glared at me before smugly grinning again; "If you say so." Laughing he turned away and followed Kim into the house. 

This was the one moment in the last few months when I could and should have said 'something' that may have stopped the next chain of events unfolding......but I didn't. I drove home in silence nursing an aching hard-on as my wife squirmed in the passenger seat staring into the middle distance. 




Young White Bull Ch. 01



To Be Continued...



Young White Bull Ch. 02



When we got home from the pub Disco Linda's legs were very wobbly so I helped her into the house and up the stairs to our bedroom. I left her propped up against a wardrobe as I went for a piss and a wash. When I returned Linda was standing in her sexy black and pink bra and matching thong with her dress around her ankles and her hands were rubbing the front of her panties. 

I don't think I'd ever seen her look like this before -- sultry and angry at the same time.

"Fuck me......fuck me NOW." She growled through pursed lips. 

I didn't need asking twice and stripped out of my sweat pants, t-shirts and boxers in 2 seconds flat. 

Linda stood by the bed staring at me with some disdain as she stripped out of her sexy underwear while I got under the quilt. My cock was as hard as it had been for a long, long time and my mind was working overtime guessing what she had planned. Just like the previous week she whipped the quilt off the bed and knelt beside me. I was sweating with anticipation as she caressed my cock until she nipped my foreskin and pulled it tight, making me wince, which made her giggle and shake her head as she stretched it for her amusement. 

Linda slid her leg across my belly and shuffled until she felt my cock press against her hot pussy, then fumbled between her legs until she guided my cock into her bloated cunt. 

"I hope that you've had a wank tonight." She whispered; "have you?" 

I nervously nodded the affirmative, which made her smile thinly.

"Because I need you to last a lot longer than last week!"

My wife then rested her hands on my belly and began slowly riding my cock with her eyes closed and a look of deep concentration on her face.

Because of my 'condition' and weight this is the only position that we can have sex these days which is fine for me because I love the look on her face as she fucks me and her tits spring up like beach balls on a windy day. 

Linda was breathing very heavily as she bounced on my cock until she went so fast it fell out twice quickly.

"Fucking Hell!" She gasped and glared at me before uncoupling and moving off the bed. "I can't fucking feel it in me!" She snarled as she handed me her 7 inch vibrater, "Here; use this......and make sure you do it properly - hard and fucking fast!" 

In the ten years I'd known her Linda had never spoke to me like this but........it was a turn on!

My gorgeous wife then lay on top of me and began licking her pussy juice off my cock with her legs spread either side of my face. She was so wet with excitement her hairy hole was all frothy and bright red. I easily slid her vibe up her twat then buried my face into her sweaty mound and lapped up as much nectar as possible making Linda purr; then mischievously remembering last Saturday I ran my tongue over her arsehole, making her purr again. I spent the next minute running my tongue between her puckered arsehole, gaping cunt and stiff clit as I gently slid the plastic toy in and out. I was in Heaven; especially as she was swallowing my whole cock and roughly squeezing my balls. 

Although we were both absolutely loving this 69 I still had my job to do. So while still licking her arsehole I manoeuvred the plastic toy so I could twist the base to turn it on and gave the buzzing vibrater a firm push that made Linda cough then groan. Thank God I have good eyesight because I'll take the view of her cunt swallowing the vibrater and my tongue licking her arse with me to the grave. 

Linda's juices were gushing out of her as I fucked her with the sex toy as fast as my wrist would allow while sucking up her pussy fluid and licking her clit. To nobody's surprise Linda moaned and groaned and yelped with delight as the vibrater fucked her better than I'd managed for years. As my wife was deliriously sucking and wanking my cock I took even more advantage, by sliding my thumb into her arse while the vibrater buzzed deep inside her womb. This made Linda toss her head back and gasp, "FUCK....FUCK......FUCK.....YES!" as she furiously tugged my dick.

"Okay; you dirty bugger." I thought, and replaced my thumb with a finger which slid in right up to the hilt.

"Yes, yes, yes.....fucking hell....FUCKING HELL...yes...YES!" Linda panted as I battered her cunt with the toy and twisted my finger around in her arse. It was proving very difficult to lick her and fuck her at the same time so pressed the vibe in with my thumb and continued fingering her arse as I frantically licked her clit. 

"Make me cum.......make me fucking CUM you fat bastard!" My demure wife growled through gritted teeth as she began bucking about like a rodeo rider at the same time as she tried to orgasm.....and when she did, she nearly took my eye out when she screamed and the vibe shot out of her cunt! The toy was followed by another river of warm fluid which ran down my face and onto the bed as she began sucking my cock so fast I had my second orgasm of the night. Not a lot of spunk this time....but bloody hell -- two orgasms in one night at my age? Was she trying to kill me?

Shattered and emotional Linda unceremoniously got off me and staggered to the bathroom leaving me to wipe my face and chest with a t-shirt. As my hand touched my face I could see and smell Linda's shit on my stained finger and thumb. At that exact moment in my life it was the sweetest smell in the whole world.

Even after washing my hands the previous night I could still smell her arse on my fingers the next morning; which gave me a lovely stiffy to wake up with.

Sunday was the same as the previous week with Linda nursing a Queen Size hangover and sending and receiving lots of secret texts from her sister. After lunch she went to bed for a couple of hours while I tidied up the garden. After 20 minutes I went to the toilet under the pretext of seeing if she was asleep -- she was. I found her mobile phone and scrolled into the messages. I know; I know....but I couldn't stop myself.

The first text I opened from Kim had an attachment -- a picture of a huge stiff cock standing to attention! It was the lad's that she had taken home the previous evening. He hadn't been kidding when he said there was enough for two. My sister had sent over 20 messages; some with photos (one of her sucking that cock!) but most describing what the she had done with the bodybuilder, then I found three that were Kim telling Linda that Ben's friend 'Bully' wanted to see my wife and 'finish what she'd started'. 

I felt slightly nauseous as I read and re-read these messages; especially the last one when Kim asked if she should give him Linda's number. Linda's phone doesn't store sent messages so I didn't know what her response had been.

I put the phone back and went into the bathroom and had a wank at the thought of my wife actually meeting that young hulk.

After her nap my wife was in a particularly good mood for the rest of the day; with Linda eventually telling me a little about what a 'fun' night she'd had dancing and drinking and again teased me again about the amount of young guys who'd flirted and danced with her; but she never actually mentioned 'Bully' but her eyes were twinkling as she recounted dancing with a succession of horny young guys. 

At one stage she was obviously getting flushed as she talked about Kim and Ben canoodling in the car. Her voice went down several octaves as she teased me for watching them.

"But it turned you on too." I whispered like a naughty schoolboy, making her go bright red and leave the room. 

I was working until 10pm all week so not getting home until after 11 so hardly saw my wife apart from getting in and out of bed, which had its compensations when I watched her getting dressed, which was still a turn on for me. 

Being a nosey bugger it also gave me the opportunity to snoop around; which could be a positive and a negative. On the positive front I could have great fun going through the dirty washing and sniffing and wanking into her dirty underwear or checking up on her internet use; which was very high. From the history she'd spent a lot of time on Facebook and on MSN but I couldn't get any further so couldn't find out who she'd been chatting to (but I could guess). 

On the negative side you can find things that you are not supposed to. After checking Linda's internet usage on Thursday morning I was in the mood for a wank so rummaged in the laundry basket and not only found her leopard skin print bra and pants which were very soiled and probably not just with her fluids! They were crusty around the gusset and smelled very pungent. But it wasn't just her bra and pants that I found but a black suspender belt with suspicious white stains and a pair of very sexy tan stockings!

I'm no Einstein but even I knew that she wouldn't wear undies like that to watch Eastenders! 

I sat on the edge of the bed with the dirty lingerie in my hands for nearly five minutes. At first I was in shock but couldn't resist smelling the stains and then rubbing them over my face. Without a second of remorse I pulled my shorts down and added my own semen to the offending evidence. 

It was my turn to be in a daze now. I was excited at the thought of my lovely wife getting shagged rotten by the muscle bound hulk that I'd seen her with on Friday; but was it him? Or was it someone else? Would I ever really find out? Could I cope with being second best?

The questions and answers flew through my head for the next hour or so. Without really knowing how I got there (I drove of course) I found myself sitting in the pub car park at 11.30. After nearly 15 minutes I nervously made my way inside. I don't know what I expected to find but sat in silence in the bar with a pint a packet of crisps. 

I wasn't alone as there were three old men sitting playing dominoes, two other loners reading newspapers and two young lads dressed in track suits playing pool. I didn't recognise either but they had that same arrogant look that Ben and his friend Bully had.

The pub was nothing special; and had probably once been a Social Club that had gone bust which would explain the size. The people running it seemed very professional with photos of successful sports teams all around the bar with posters advertising future events in the function room. 

Just as I was about to finish my beer my stomach turned over and my pulse raced as three huge shaven headed, muscle-bound hulks wearing singlet's that emphasised their Popeye arms that were covered in Celtic tattoos came into the bar and threw their sports bags down next to the pool table and greeted the two who were playing pool. 

It was them -- the lads from Friday night. I started to panic when Ben walked towards me but went straight past without a second glance. Obviously in the cold light of day he wouldn't recognise me but I began shaking anyway.

He returned to his friends with three bottles of lager while I bought a a glass of coke because I had to be at work soon and sat at a table near them; close enough to hear most of what they were saying but not so close they would know I was listening.

"Well, Bruv?" The shorter of the original two boys asked Bully, who grinned and raised his eyebrows.

"What?" The huge bodybuilder grinned.

"What's happening with that married tart with the big tits, from Friday?" Spotty asked as he moved to play a shot, "The one who gave you a wank in the toilets." 

"I got her to flash her tits and minge for us on Messenger on Monday night!" Bully told his younger brother.

"What do you mean?" Spotty stopped in the middle of a shot.

The hulk made himself comfortable on the table and continued; "Ben got her e-mail off her midget sister after he'd fucked her ragged on Friday and sent it to me, so I sent her an e-mail on Sunday night and tried to get her to meet me but she fucking wouldn't -- something about being 'married'! So I arranged to chat on Monday night when her porker of a husband was at work."

My heart sank and my cock twitched.

The other musclehead went back to the bar for more beers as Bully drained his bottle then took up his story again.

"It was hilarious talking to her on the computer.....she started off all shy like all the married ones do, but after 5 minutes was talking dirty as fuck .....it was fucking brilliant......she didn't know Ben and Marshy were sitting watching either......I thought she's twigged when I got her to take her bra off and play with her tits...... Marshy was laughing like a fucking train and I think she head him -- twat .....I'll show you them later; they're fucking huge!"

Pretending to kick his friend for nearly spoiling his fun, Bully swing a foot at the lad with his beer, and they all laughed.

"Then I got her to do a dance -- shaking her tits and stuff; you've seen nothing like her playing with her tits -- sucking the nips and everything, then I got her lift to lift her skirt and show me her twat.....it's fucking hairy, so I've told her it's got to go. She was well fucking up for anything then."

The lads crowded around now as he continued so I couldn't make out everything they were saying because of their laughter and coarse comments but I think Linda had fingered herself on cam and was going to go further but knew 'her husband was due home soon, which put a stop to his entertainment. 

"Then she phoned me yesterday to invite me around last night when the porker was at work again!" Bully shouted this part then High Fived all four lads. "Another mans wife drops her drawers for the Young White Bull!"

When the laughter died down his brother asked, "So; did you do the business last night then?"

"What do you think?" Bully winked then took a swig of beer, "Course I fucking did! You know what I'm like with the married ones -- I'm gonna fuck them whether they want it or not; who are they going to complain too?" He then mimed pulling a head into his crotch. 

The five lads all began laughing; but I didn't as I pretended to read a discarded newspaper and I just knew he was talking about my wife.

"This fucking ho wanted it though;" He laughed again, "fucking begging for it on the phone when I was driving over; she was."

"Tell him about how she answered the door." Ben urged his mate.

"Hahahaha." Bully shook his head and laughed at the memory. "She was only wearing her skimpies; real tarty stuff just like I'd told her to wear." He then clinked bottles with two of his friends in celebration, "Stockings, sussys the fucking lot -- she looked fucking hot, man; and it was broad fucking daylight too when she opened the fucking door! I fucking love fucking married women -- they don't give a shit as long as they get Bully's cock. " 

The pool game finished and Ben replaced the loser, but Bully continued with his story.

"I'd hardly closed the front door when she pulled my joggers down. You should have seen her fucking face!" He laughed and rubbed his crotch, "Her eyes were like this when she saw my cock." He then made his fingers into large circles and pretended that they were Linda's eyes, "She said she'd never seen a cock as big as mine! Then I got her to suck me off in the hall -- splashed all over her fucking face; hair, tits every fucking where!"

"Show him the photos." Ben urged his friend.

"FUCK! He took photos!" I gulped as I took a gulp of warm cola.

There was silence and a sharp intake of air as the phone was handed around. Bully's brother and his spotty friend seemed impressed with the expression on Linda's face when it was covered in jizz.

Just as he took the mobile phone back it rang and he immediately left the room to answer the call.

The others remained and discussed my wife's antics in intimate detail, with Ben and Marshy repeating what Bully had told them; stressing how loud she'd screamed when he fucked her and how much cock she'd managed to swallow. 

The muscle-bound Bully looked very serious when he returned and whispered something to Ben. The three hulks then picked up their bags and jogged out of the bar with Bully telling his spotty brother that they 'had work to do'. 

As I finished my cola the brother was still laughing at Bully's antics with my wife; saying something about the amount of married women he fucked regularly and wondered if he'd fuck this one in front of her husband; like a couple he'd done before.

My heart raced as I drove home thinking about what I'd heard and what; if anything I was going to do next. 

The decision was taken out of my hands over breakfast on the Friday morning when Linda matter of factly told me she was going back to the Disco that night and would probably stay until it closed at 2. I reminded her that I wouldn't be home from work until 11 and she said that didn't matter as she would drive to her sisters and take a taxi and probably spend the night there afterwards to save me a journey. I tried to convince her to let me pick her up; but she was adamant that she would stay at Kim's house; to save me driving that late at night; which she thought was very considerate. 

As she moved around the house I couldn't take my eyes off her -- she looked radiant; positively glowing. She was wearing a nice grey pencil skirt and white blouse under a short grey cardigan which made her look a bit like a secretary and I swear I could see suspender bumps under the skirt and her arse had a delightful sway as she left to go to work. 

As soon as her car left the street I checked the laundry basket and sure enough a matching black and white bra and panties were hidden at the bottom next to a suspender belt. The crotch of the thong was covered in thick white dry pussy juice; but there weren't any nylons. 

I smirked at the thought of her getting fucked in my bed off the Bull again. I didn't have time to go to the pub before work so had to make do with my vivid imagination all day and night at work. I arrived home at 11 as usual to an empty house. I made some supper and had a cup of tea then searched her laptop to see what she'd been up to -- not a lot it seemed. But when I scraped the remains of my supper into the bin I found three empty stocking packets under some rubbish; Oroblu Geo's (which were next to the packet with a big ladder down one leg), Pretty Polly soft shies and a Cervin Havana seamed stocking packet and some packaging from Anne Summers so I presumed she'd bought some new underwear for her night out and the idea of my wife wearing black seamed stockings made my blood pressure rise 10 levels. 

I couldn't sleep for thinking about Linda at the bar-disco with the stud and his friends so at 1am I got dressed and drove around for half an hour; unsure where to go and finally drove into Kim's terraced street where I saw Linda's car parked as arranged. The house lights were all off so I presumed that they were still at the bar. As I sat staring at the empty house I didn't even know why I was there. I obviously couldn't stand up to Bully and his friends -- but if I did would Linda think more of me and see me as some kind of hero? It was doubtful. Then again I couldn't stop thinking about spying through the curtains like some kind of pervert. That idea was the most likely outcome.

I waited for 10 minutes and just as I was about to start the engine a taxi pulled into the street and I saw Kim get out with Ben and a big black bodybuilder who I hadn't seen before. I actually felt relieved and disappointed that Linda wasn't there.  

Kim couldn't get into the house quick enough as the black guy paid the taxi fare. The downstairs lights came on and I lost my nerve about peeping through the curtains as the house is on a public street.......but not the back! Just like in Coronation Street Kim's house has a backyard that is hidden away by an unlit lane full of debris and litter.

I hated myself but slunk out of the car and down the back lane until I found the right gate. As I'd hoped the kitchen curtains were still open and I could see into the living room where Kim was hanging off the black guys neck passionately kissing him as Ben stood behind her feeling up her tits. I felt dirty and perverted standing watching my sister in the shadows but my urges had taken over.




Young White Bull Ch. 02



It didn't take them long to strip Kim down to just a pair of brown hold-ups and get her to kneel between them and alternately suck their cocks as they played with her tits which looked even bigger on her tiny frame. Although they were at the opposite side of the house the lighting still gave me a clear view of her sucking and wanking their big cocks. My own cock was soon in my hand; then Ben sat on the sofa and Kim bent forward to suck him again as the black guy knelt behind her and fucked her from behind. As he filled her with his dark meat he spanked her arse which really amused Ben but didn't make Kim flinch; making me presume it wasn't the first time she'd behaved like this. It was both horrible and extremely erotic spying on Kim as the two guys laughed and teased her while fucking the life out of her. I presumed my wife was getting the same treatment somewhere else.

As soon as I'd had my wank watching my sister straddle the black guy I guiltily made my way back to the car and drove home in silence. 

To be continued...



Young White Girl in Nigeria



During my tenure of working in the oil/ gas exploration in Africa, I came to know many families that became absorbed in African culture ... for better or for worse. During the 1970's and 80's many African countries began to find fortunes under their ground and my company, British Petroleum, led the way in explorations.

I've written a number of times about Black African lust on white families. Many wives, daughters and even young sons were seduced by blacks. Some willingly, some reluctantly and of course there was those who were forced ... raped.

It's a sad commentary on mankind but it is universal ... not just on the continent of Africa. But, since I had first hand information on these human invasions in several African countries ... I found myself intrigued by a number of events that I became aware of.

One event that happened in the early 80's was with a fellow engineer that worked with me in Lagos, Nigeria. Paul L. had been in country for around four months. His wife had divorced him about two years prior and he had custody of the two oldest children. His daughter had just turned 18. His wife had the other two children and Paul had to pay at least half of his income in child support/ alimony. Money was tight for Paul.

His daughter, Jane, who had just turned 18 was extremely bright and way ahead in her studies. She was admitted to the University of Lagos at that young age. There were only a handful of white students at the university. She could have gone to college in England but she wanted to be with her father.

The following events were later told to me by Paul and his daughter.

After a month attending the university, Jane wanted a part time job in order to help the family. She approached the student union and faculty to see if there were any jobs available at the university. After climbing the ladder, she met with the head administrator for an interview.

He was a black African from Kenya and was impressed by the intelligence that young Jane displayed. Not to mention her physical beauty. Blonde hair, green eyes and a shapely body in her 100 pound/ 5'2" frame. 

The administrator saw a potential that Jane was not unaware of. One that blacks in his country keenly welcomed and would certainly take advantage of. Being adorable, white and innocent was an enormous plus in this black man's criteria. His inner thoughts welcomed her to a black African world...one that she may never escape from.

"Miss Jane, he inquired, would you perhaps be interested in tutoring some of our athletes here at the university? We have several on the basketball team that are having difficulty making their grades in order to continue playing for out team."

"Yes sir, she replied. I could devote at least 15 to 18 hours a week if the pay is sufficient." I sincerely need the money to help out with my college costs.

Unknown to Jane, the administrator was very eager to hire her and had the funds to lure her into taking the job. He saw this as an enticement for keeping several players from leaving the university and perhaps for attracting new players.

When he informed Jane of the hourly pay her jaw dropped. It was very generous and definitely pleased her. Unknown to her at the time, she would definitely earn it.

That evening she told her father about the new job. Paul was not all that easy with her being with older black athletes but Jane assured him that she would be safe and that the athletes would be under a strict code of conduct.

A week later, Jane met with her first student at the library. She worked with him in math and English for about three hours. She found him to be polite but constantly looking at her body which she shunned off. She met with another player the next morning at the student union and tutored him for about two hours. Again, sensing his attraction to her but also polite.

She worked with these two athletes for a couple of weeks and it appeared to have helped them with their studies.

The third week she was introduced to the center of the basketball team. 6'10" blue black African that would be intimidating to just about anyone. His name was Marshall. He was from Zambia and was a junior at 24 years old.

They first met at the library, then the student union. The next week the administrator called Jane and asked if she could possibly tutor him at his dormitory in the evening. She wasn't that comfortable with it but she did not want to lose her job.

That evening she rang the doorbell and was admitted to the hallway. She went to the apartment that Marshall lived at and knocked on the door. Marshall opened up the door and Jane almost gasped ... he had only shorts on with the rest of his very black body exposed.

"Sir, maybe I should come back when you are dressed properly," Jane said.

"Miss Jane, I apologize but I just returned from practice and wanted to cool off. Please come in. I'm anxious to begin studies."

Jane could not help notice the muscular frame of this big man. Also the bulge in the front of his shorts. She had never been close up to a black man with so few clothes on. It was intimidating for a young girl of 18 to be alone with a giant black man but Jane proceeded with the lesson. Her father would be outraged but she felt that things would be okay.

Marshall tried to study the lesson but he was overwhelmed with the beauty of this 18 year old white princess. His cock was stiffening and he tried to conceal it but the big black snake was about to burst out the top of his shorts.

Meanwhile, Jane kept on course with showing Marshall the math studies but could not help notice his demeanor and the larger bulge in his shorts. Also, she was enamored with the gold watch he had on his wrist.

"Is that a Rolex?" Jane inquired. "How can you afford that?"

"The university awarded it to me in order to play ball for them. This watch is a status symbol in African countries. I hope that you like it." Marshall responded.

"It's a sexy watch for sure. I certainly could not afford one," Jane replied.

As they looked over the math book, Marshall quietly placed his right arm around Jane's shoulder as he leaned over to look at the book.

Jane felt something she had not dare dream of. An attraction of being alone with a grown man and his closeness to her. She tried to diminish the thoughts and began having trouble concentrating on the lesson. Certain feelings in her loins were disturbing to her. She could not believe the sexual attraction that she was feeling. No way ... she thought to herself. I'm not attracted to black Africans. I consider them dirty and rude.

"Can we take a break, I need to go outside and get some air," Jane inserted.

"Sure, Jane, take a walk and when you come back ... I will be ready for the next lesson." Marshall was not thinking of a study lesson, he was thinking of a more sexual lesson.

Jane went out on the patio. She was almost ready to leave thinking this big African was not really into studying. He seemed more like wanting affection. Damn, I'm getting paid to tutor and that is what I need to do, she admitted.

Jane returned and after entering the apartment she smelled a strange odor. "What is that smell," she questioned. "It is Jambi, a smoke that we Africans love. Why don't you try it?. It really clears the mind," Marshall replied.

"I don't smoke," replied Jane.

Marshall handed Jane the refer and she gazed at it ... not knowing what to do. "Just inhale it and blow it out after several seconds, You will like it" Marshall insisted.

Jane wanted not to seem like a young teenage girl took the refer and smoked it. Coughing ... she asked for some water. Marshall poured a glass of wine. Jane drank it and again dragged the smoke. It was pleasant and she began to feel rather good. After several minutes she was on a high.

Marshall then guided her to the couch and placed his left arm around her. Jane, being high from the herb, seemed to lose her fear of being with such a large black man and lay back on the couch. The black African began to pull her close to him and his left hand inched down toward her breast.

Jane took another two drags of the refer smoke. She had never done this but the nice feeling from the drug was mind blowing. She was captured in the moment. Her eyes were dazed as black hands began to touch her body.

It was unsettling to Jane but the drink and smoke begin to let her relax and she began to gaze at the reflections of his watch as his large black hand massaged her breast. Marshall leaned down and kissed her neck. Chills ran through her body.

"Please don't. My father would kill me if he knew I had a black man touching me. Please don't. I'm a good girl and only 18," Jane pleaded.

Marshall had a big hard on and unbuttoned his shorts. His 10" black cock popped out and stood rigid with Jane's eyes looking down at it. Marshall then held Jan's hand and placed it on his throbbing black cock.

Jane had never touched a man's penis before ... let alone one that was so big and black. Her small hand could barely grip it. She could feel the veins surrounding his cock and began to move her hand over it. It mesmerized her while knowing she was in dangerous territory. She felt captured by this large black man and was unsure how to cope with it.

Her panties became soaked with fluids she did not expect. As she turned and looked into Marshall's dark eyes, he pulled her short skirt and panties down. His black fingers crept into her vagina and violated her innocence.

Noooo, please take your hand from me. I did not come here for a man feeling me up. Stop it now. Get your damn hand off of me.

Jane was breathing hard and her heart was pounding. She knew that perhaps she was on the verge of being taken by this big black man. She recoiled. Again she told him to Stop. "Don't do this ... please ... I'm a virgin and do not want this unless I am a married woman. I don't want a black nigger dick in me."

That infuriated Marshall but he remained cool knowing that he was about to bed this innocent teen white girl. He kept his fingers in her vagina and forced kisses on her pink lips.

Jane tried to pull away from his black lips but Marshall began to lower his head to her vagina as her shorts were dangling from her leg. He parted her legs and introduced his tongue to her loins. He invaded her vagina and lapped her repeatedly.

Jane cringed as she felt his tongue inside her. She had never witnessed that feeling of a man's tongue inside her. All of a sudden, an orgasm shot through her. Her body stiffened but then became limp. Marshall had captured her.

He then placed his two fingers back in her and reached over to the night table. Quietly, he pulled a tube of K-Y jelly off the top as Jane was squirming on the couch. She was unaware that her body was going to be prepared for a long and thick Black African cock.

Marshall then placed her body on her back with one of her legs over the top of the couch. After inserting the jelly, he moved his rigid black cock to her entrance. Jane was scared but offered no resistance. Marshall slowly slid his black cock into her lubricated vagina. His cock became even more harder with the excitement of invading her loins.

He began pushing his black meat into her. She yelped as his large black cock broke her hymen. Inch after inch penetrated her. She then realized that she was going to be fucked by a man's cock ... a very large black one at that.

Sweat broke out on her forehead and sweat adorned Marshall's muscular body. He kept pushing his manhood into her virgin pussy. Each thrust made her moan as her head bobbled up and down.

After a few minutes of rhythmically stroking her, Marshall was in black lust joy. He looked down at this captured young teen maiden as her mouth was wide open and her eyes full with a glaze. His towering black frame was all over her. He wanted more.

Marshall pulled her up from the couch and spread her small white legs around his waist. His black cock was only half inside of her but was penetrating more inch by inch.

Jane was groaning from the pain yet a couple of orgasms had shot through her young body. Her legs dangled around the thighs of this black invader. Her tiny white arms grabbed around his neck for support. She was impaled on a big rigid black cock and could not escape.

Jane could only think why let herself in the predicament in the first place. She only wanted to earn money for college and here she was being fucked by one of the biggest black men at this university. Her father would kill her if he knew this was happening.

Marshall kept his black cock penetrating her. Tears swelled from her eyes. She felt being torn apart by his massive manhood. She was a white slave as another orgasm shook her small body.

A site to behold as a skinny blonde teenager was being vigorously fucked by a large black African. His charcoal cock was almost completely inside her vagina.

Jane pleaded..."Please do not cum in me ... please. I am not on the pill. I don't want a black baby ... please

The black giant was about ready to explode. His black dick was had stiffened even more and as he pressed the last couple of inches into her. His jism load exploded into her vagina. Jane felt the thrust of bodily fluids fill her belly. Nothing she could do but feel the sudden thrust of black cum invading her body. She had an orgasm at the same time. Her toes were curled and her arms dropped to her waist. She had surrendered to black lust. His black cock was still spewing int her belly.

Marshall fucked her again late that night and again at 3am in the morning. Her vagina was full of African spunk. He then drove her to her home. Fortunately, her father was out of town on business and her younger brother was staying with friends. 

On the way to Jane's home, Marshall called and invited a couple of black team mates. They were horny and had never been with a white girl before. They arrived at the house at about the same time. 

Jane was somewhat shocked at what Marshall had done. She begged him to not let his mates have their way with her. It was no use. The two black men were all over her and carried her to the back bedroom. Stripping off her clothes as they fondled her petite body. Jane suddenly found herself between two very black bodies and them taking turns poking their black cocks in her. 

While one of them was pinning down her wrists as he was fucking her, the other black finally forced his cock into Jane's mouth. Jane could not believe that she had a black cock in her mouth. The African was holding her head as he kept feeding her his black meat. 

Jane's eyes grew large and teary as she watched the black cock violate her mouth. All of a sudden the African shot his load in her mouth and cum oozed out of her mouth while a large wad shot into her vagina about the same time. With black cocks in her vagina and virgin mouth they ravished her until the late morning. 

As they left, Jane lay exhausted on the bed with cum all over her face, her belly and bottom. 

There would be more "part time jobs for Jane at the university." The word on her would spread and other black athletics would request her services.



Young White Police Woman's New Black Master



Author's Note: This is a copy written work of fiction, for fantasy and entertainment purposes only. 

*

Lieutenant Morgan, a corrupt inner city police officer, in the vice squad, sat at his office desk, and looked up at the wall clock. Five minutes to three. He had a three o'clock appointment coming to his office. He leaned back in his chair and smiled to himself as he thought about his plan.

At three he was expecting young officer Sally Summers, a 23 year old new police officer who had just graduated from their police academy, as the top graduate. She was a stunner who gave Morgan a hard on every time he saw her. About 5'6", 125 pounds, 38D-26-38, he figured, with long natural blond hair, tied up in a bun while on duty, flawless white skin, and striking blue eyes. She was from a small upstate farming community, and had only moved to the big city for the first time to take her new police job. She was naïve, inexperienced, very idealistic, lacking in any street smarts, and ambitious. It was her ambition that Morgan was counting on to lure her into his trap. Rumor was she was a virgin to boot. Saving it for marriage.

The older, cynical vice officer had taught a class at the police academy that she was in. He had made some crude, off color remarks during one of his lectures there and Officer Summers had turned in a complaint on him. He got a letter of reprimand in his personnel file as a result. He planned to even the score big time.

There was a knock at the door. "Come in." Summers entered. "Officer Summers, good to see you, please sit down." She did. "Sally I'm really sorry about that misunderstanding we had a while back, and I've got a proposition to maybe make it up to you."

"What could that be?" she asked.

"I know you are new to the city, but for those of us who've been working here for many years, we have had a major thorn in our side here for a long time. A bad ass black pimp and drug dealer who goes by the street name of, 'Ace of Spades'. He runs most of the prostitution and drug dealing in our precinct. We've been trying to bring him down for a long time, but we just can't make anything stick." 

"What does this have to do with me?" she asked.

"I'm getting to that. You're brand new here. You've not worked on the street. Nobody knows you. Ace has a thing for young blonds. I'd like to put you undercover at his bar, the 'Black Alley Cat'. He runs his operations from there. Has a pad and office in the back, but it's a fortress. If we could get someone in there on the inside, even for a short time, we might be able to get enough info for a warrant or wiretap, and then we could bring him down. You'd be doing the city and department a great service, and if it works your reputation in the department would be made. With your school and academy record, you'd sail to the top."

Sally liked the part about rapid promotion. That's what Morgan was counting on. "Wouldn't it be dangerous?" she asked.

"There would be risks, but we'll have undercover officers outside the bar at all times. All you would have to do is hit a key on a special cell phone we would give you and they would be in there in 30 seconds. Now it's very important if you do accept that you not tell anyone about this—friends, family, co-workers, no one. This is for your own safety. For the record you'll be listed on special detached admin duty, but only I will know about your special assignment. You would need to tell friends and family that you will be out of touch for several weeks on a special, confidential assignment."

She thought it over. She liked the idea about her bringing a major criminal down, and the rapid advancement that would follow. She was too inexperienced to recognize the danger.

"I can give you more time to think it over."

"No, I'll do it."

"That's great! I knew we could count on you. We'll schedule some briefings next week to go over all the details." 

As she walked out the Lieutenant smiled to himself. Hook, line, and sinker he thought. She could not know that the Vice Officer had been on Ace's payroll for years, and that the whole thing was a setup, which the pimp was looking forward to. He loved breaking in uppity, inexperienced, young, white blond girls. There would be no backup officers.

Two weeks later. Sally sat nervously at the bar of the 'Black Alley Cat'. She had never spent time in an inner city neighborhood before, and was not comfortable or used to being around black people. There were no white men in the bar, but there were several white women, who looked to be from the wrong side of the tracks. She finished her first gin and tonic. She was wearing a low cut cocktail dress, which showed a lot of cleavage, which she never would have worn in her private life. Lieutenant Morgan had suggested it. No man had yet approached her, which she thought strange. 

Then she felt a powerful presence behind her, and turned around. She looked into the eyes of the 'Ace of Spades' and shivered.

"How you doin' tonite, baby doll?" he asked, in a deep, very masculine voice.

"Fine thanks," she said, barely above a whisper. She was stunned by him. He filled up the whole room. He looked to be around 50. About 6'5", 275 pounds, with a bald head, upon which light gleamed off a sheen of sweat. He looked like a retired pro football lineman, who had gained weight in the belly, but who was still very strong and powerful. He had diamond stud earrings, some gold capped teeth, and a giant gold chain and medallion around his neck. His shirt was open, revealing a powerful chest, covered with coarse steel-wool like swirls of hair. He smelled strongly of sweat, over powering cheap cologne, and a strong male scent, that unsettled the young girl, causing her to squirm in her seat. His lips were thick, pink, and wet. His skin was black as coal.

"Well, dat's good. Never seen you in her before. You slummin'?"

"No, just exploring the world and getting out of my comfort zone."

"Well we glad to have you. My name's Ace." He stuck out a giant hand, which overwhelmed her much smaller one. She felt his raw animal heat.

"Sally."

"Well nice to meet ya'. I see yo' glass's empty. What's ya' drinkin'?"

"Gin and tonic."

"Charley," he said to the bartender. "Get this pretty little lady another of our 'special' gin and tonics, on the house." That was the code to lace the glass with a lot of ecstasy and a tranquilizer. "Comin' up boss."

Ace handed her the drink. "Boy you is a pretty little thing. That's the prettiest blond hair I ever seen," he said, as he gently stroked her long hair, looking down at her full breasts and licking his fat lips. She trembled and drank her glass down in nervousness. Soon she began to feel dizzy, light headed, disorientated, and warm all over. Her breasts felt warm and heavy, and they tingled, and this feeling slowly worked its way down between her legs. How could I feel this way? She tried to think? She felt almost faint.

"Baby doll you look a little under da weather. You need to rest a bit." Saying that the giant took the much smaller young woman and walked her to the back of the bar. He came to a heavy steel door, and opened it with a special security key. He walked her through and bolted the door behind them. He walked her through an office and then into an apartment with a bedroom, living room, and kitchen. He sat her down on his king size bed.

"You'll feel better with a little rest."

"No I'm fine." She couldn't think clearly. But she just barely managed, with great effort, to find her cell in her purse and push the emergency key. Ace smiled at that. Morgan had briefed him fully on the setup.

"You wantin' to make a call, young one?" He took the phone from her and smashed it flat under the heel of his boot. He kissed her cheek and ran his thick tongue up and down the side of her face and into her ear.

"No, please don't do that..." He licked her lips, and then kissed her hard on her mouth, his lips completely covering her mouth, with his tongue completely filling the inside of her mouth. All the air was sucked from her lungs. In the back of her brain she felt distant fear, but she was too stunned and overwhelmed to move or speak. Ace began unzipping the back of her dress.

"No please, stop..."

"Now you hush baby doll. Yo' daddy Ace gonna' treat you right." He stood her up and pulled her dress off. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, which he began pulling off. She crossed her arms in front of her in a vain effort to stop him. Ace slapped her twice on the side of her head, just hard enough to daze her. Her arms fell to her sides, and the pimp grabbed the bra and threw it in a trash can. "My women don't wear no bras or whitey cocktail dresses. Soon we get you clothes for the hood." She looked up at him in fear and submission. "Now you just relax baby doll. Old Ace be takin' care of you from now on. You just do what I say say an' it'll all be fine." 

He felt her full breasts and pinched the nipples. "Dem is fine milk titties!" he exclaimed. He liked the contrast of his black hand covering her white breast. It made him think of a black baby suckling milk there. Small electric shocks started going off in Sally's womb. He started at her neck, and sucked, bit, and licked down to her nipples, leaving a wet trail of red marks and bite marks. "Oh you fine!" He ran his hand over her belly to her panties, which he ripped off, as if they were tissue paper. He ran his large fat fingers over her tight anus, then over her vaginal lips and clitoris, and then into her. She was very wet. His finger pushed inward until it hit her hymen. He could feel her vagina spasming and contracting. "Oh you really is a virgin! And a hot one too!" He put his finger in his mouth and licked the juice off, loudly smacking his lips. "Nothin' sweeter than young blond virgin pussy juice! Finger lickin' good!" He replaced his fingers with his large fat pink tongue, which was much bigger than most men's penises, and made love to her vagina. She began having orgasms.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned. She had never experienced this before. Ace got up and took off his clothes. When Sally saw his penis she began to come to her senses. It looked to be 14 inches long, and as thick as a beer can. She had no experience with men, but she grew up on a farm and was familiar with animal mating and procreation. His cock reminded her of one belonging to a horse. His balls were the size of two oranges, hanging low and heavy like over ripe fruit. Her uterus contracted as she thought of his powerful potency and her unprotected, fertile womb.

He walked toward her with his erection leading the way. She cowered before it like prey before a deadly serpent. Its coal black head was the size of a medium sized apple. Its opening was like the pulsating mouth of a fish, oozing clear fluid. She was over powered by his strong male odor. "No please Ace! I'm not on birth control. This is my fertile time."

"Dat's fine! Dat's what I like! I give you a strong black baby. A real man's baby! I gonna take care of you and break you in right." She whimpered. "I gots something to take the edge off baby doll." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a pipe and a rock of crack cocaine. He put the pipe in her mouth and began to light the crack. She struggled. "Please I don't smoke or do drugs." He raised his hand towards her. "I tol' you little girl. Do what Ace says. I don't wanna hurt you." She calmed down and inhaled the smoke, coughing at first. "There you go. Now you gettin' it done." A wave of euphoria washed over her. Her fears and inhibitions disappeared, and she became wracked with sexual desire. "Now isn't 'dat better?" She nodded her head, her eyes wide open. He kissed her.

He pushed his giant erect penis against her face, playfully batting her with it, and smeared precum down the side of her face. He put the head against her mouth. Slowly at first and then with more eagerness she started kissing and licking the head. His fluid was sweet and salty, and she liked the taste. "Put yo' tongue in that pee hole, and worship yo' nigger cock!" She did. "No teeth now. Lick those balls!"

He prepared to mount her. "We gonna go slow and easy. I break you in right." He eased in slowly. Ace moaned as he felt how tight, wet, and hot she was. She felt full and stretched, as if having a baby. Her vagina went into continuous orgasm, like machine gun fire. He nudged up against her hymen. "It gonna hurt, but 'den feel real good." He broke through. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," she yelled. He stopped at the opening of her womb and held still, till she calmed down. She felt pain, but the cascade of pleasure drowned it out. He began stroking, and she had never experienced such joy. She wanted more. She wanted his powerful seed, rich with the DNA of Central Africa. She grasped his big, muscular shoulders. "Oh Ace, I want your sperm! I want your black child!" Ace let go, bellowing like a bull, and she lost her mind. Tidal surge after tidal surge of hot, thick, solid white African Seed flooded her womb, filling every millimeter of space there. She could feel it pulsating and seething within her, like a hurricane, finding and engulfing her ripe, fertile eggs. She knew she would be pregnant, and that her religious beliefs, and Ace, would never allow her to have an abortion. She accepted this and surrendered to it. She felt as one with this powerful black man, their DNA merging in her womb in the most intimate joining possible. He had brought her womanhood and motherhood all at once. She would be his forever......

Later. Ace rolled on his back, after hours of lovemaking. He was finally satisfied. "Okay baby doll, now you lick ole Ace clean." Without hesitation she began licking his cock and balls clean, like a cat licking cream. She savored the taste of him, and the strong male scent of his balls......

Ace slept soundly, lightly snoring. Sally was nestled within his tree trunk like arms, where she felt very safe, secure, satisfied, protected, and content. She wondered what their child would be like. Big, strong, very black, and male she thought. She wanted to honor her man by having his child, a child in his image. She would later learn that her black lover had fathered many children with many different women. She gently stroked the large slabs of his powerful chest, and the soft cushion of his fat belly, which she found very sexy, liking the feel of his thick, coarse chest and belly hair. She sucked his large, salty tasting nipples, inhaling and enjoying his strong, unique, masculine scent. She couldn't get his large and potent penis and testicles out of her mind. She didn't want to be away from them, or stop thinking about them, with all their dark beauty, strength, potency, and fertility. She reached down and caressed them, liking the heavy weight and large size of his balls, and the slick, clear, sweet fluid still oozing out of the large opening at the head of his penis. She could almost get her small finger inside his large pee hole. She brought her finger, now coated with his clear male fluid, to her nose and then to her mouth to taste. As she did so her womb started gently contracting. She was filled with contentment......

Seven Months Later. Lieutenant Morgan and another officer drove up to the inner city high rise housing project in an unmarked police car. It was 10 am. "You stay here. I won't be too long," Morgan said to the other officer. He walked into the trash strewn lobby, and saw the elevators weren't working. He walked up the stairwell to the seventh floor. The stairwell smelled of urine, and was filled with old newspapers, broken bottles, and graffiti. He knocked on her scratched steel door. "Who is it?" "It's Morgan." She opened up several locks, and opened the door on a chain and saw that it was him and let him in. 

"What do you want?"

"I have some papers for you to sign." He looked at her. Her face was older, a little tired, and somewhat blank. She was wearing some skimpy shorts, and a low cut halter bra, and was barefoot. Her naked belly was hugely pregnant, and her breasts had doubled in size, barley held up by the tiny bra. Her blond hair was braided into tight ghetto style corn rows, and her lips were very fat and large from collagen injections. She had a large black 'Ace of Spades' tattoo on her breast. 

The one room apartment, with a concrete floor, reeked of cigarette smoke. Sally inhaled deeply on a long menthol cigarette. The folding card table had an ash tray that was overflowing with cigarette butts. In her hand she held a 20 ounce can of malt liquor, which she was drinking from.

"Well a lady in your condition should sit down." She sat in a folding chair near the card table. Morgan stood by her. "Taken up smoking have you?"

"Ace likes his women to smoke." 

With a finger he traced the outline of the large black tattoo on her breast. "I like your tat." He patted her naked beach ball like belly gently. "I guess you're gonna have a souvenir from this assignment." She remained expressionless. Something caught his eye. A pipe. He picked it up and put the bowl to his nose. "If I didn't know better I'd say this's a crack pipe." He set it down and opened an envelope and set some papers on the table. He handed her a pen. "Sign here," he pointed.

"What is it?"

"Your resignation from the PD. Some wanted to prosecute you, but I arranged a quiet resignation, no questions asked." She signed without reading the papers. "Good. I think Ace did you a favor. You'll be a better mother, than a cop." At that, she felt a strong kick in her belly from her baby. Her swollen breasts tingled as if it was time to feed the child. She had lost her past life, and didn't regret it, and now she had become very attached to her baby to be. She liked being pregnant and was looking forward to having Ace's baby, breastfeeding it, and being a mother. Everyone in the hood knew she was one of Ace's women, and treated her with respect. She smiled to herself and stroked her belly. Growing up on a farm and seeing many stallions and bulls mate had subconsciously predisposed her to want to have a child by a very strong, primal man.

Having one of his babies conferred a lot of status on the mother, even if she was white, within this black inner city community. The mother and child became something like minor royalty here. She was looking forward to taking her new black baby out on strolls in the nearby park, and publically feeding it there and in local shops and restaurants. Unlike in the white part of town, here there was no shame, restriction, or embarrassment associated with public or long term breastfeeding, which was encouraged and supported here. Sally thought of herself now as part of this black community, and no longer part of the white one. She had learned that with a powerful black lover, and black children, a white woman could be fully integrated and accepted in this inner city neighborhood, which she now did not like to leave, especially if they lived in public housing like everyone else. She had met several other white women in the same situation, and knew this to be true. (The contrary was also true--no white man could ever be accepted here under any circumstances.)

Sally found the people in her new neighborhood to be more open, supportive, honest, and less hypocritical than those in her former life. And though unconventional in some areas, when it came to child rearing they were very conservative. They believed the woman's place was at home, with lots of children, as a full time mother, submissive to her current baby daddy, and that the males should have tremendous freedom and latitude, not being tied down by marriage or child support. If a woman had children by different men that was okay too.

She understood and respected that a strong man like her baby daddy and master needed a harem of many young white women, each with his black babies, just as was the case with stallions and bulls on her family farm. She felt a close bond with these other women and their children, as if they were all part of a big, supportive family. These women all helped each other out with child care, and anything else that was needed.




Young White Police Woman's New Black Master



She was always thrilled when she got the call from her man that one of his assistants would soon be coming over to take her to him for the night. And how after several hours of strenuous love making, she was able, for a brief moment, to sate his prodigious sexual appetite, and temporarily tame the wild beast within him. She took great pride in this, and it gave her a sense of power, as she watched him then relax into a deep, childlike sleep. Upon waking he always wanted a blow job, and his woman to swallow every drop of his never ending, river like flow of seed, which was a great challenge for the woman, and entailed much rapid fire swallowing, with a relaxed throat. She relished the rich taste of his seed, which lingered in her mouth for hours, and the feel of its thick texture. She was certain she could feel his hot sperm cells wriggling and convulsing on her tongue, in her throat, and in her belly, where they filled her like a tasty omelet. She liked to take some of his sperm from her mouth onto her finger, and stare at it, and sniff it. It was thick, solid white, jelly like, and warmed her finger. Again she was certain she could see and feel his large sperm cells moving on her finger, and she was in awe of this wondrous, thick fluid that put a ten pound black infant in her belly, that she would soon give birth to, and who would enter the world sharing her genes, in a supporting role, with those of her black master. The thought of this made her glow.

After he had his morning release she made him a big southern breakfast, of ham, eggs, grits, potatoes, pancakes, and juice, and served it to him in bed. When he was done she gave him a bath and massage. Then he either took a nap or watched sports on TV, while she cleaned his apartment, did his laundry, and grocery shopping. If he was in the mood, in the afternoon he often liked to take her out in public, on display, especially to a white suburban shopping mall. They, along with his driver and a body guard in tow, would walk through the white crowds, which parted for them like for Moses. Their body language and gestures conveyed to everyone around them that she had submitted everything to him. She wore ghetto outfits that left her huge pregnant belly bare, to remind all that she was willingly and enthusiastically carrying a black child. They enjoyed the expressions of the white middle class people who passed around them—awe, shock, fear, envy, respect, jealousy, desire, inadequacy...... Morgan interrupted her reverie. "And remember," he said, pointing to her big belly, "Old Ace never stops at one."

She smiled again. "That's fine. I'll have as many of his children as he wants. A man like that doesn't allow his women to use birth control and that's fine by me. I'm glad to be one of his women......he owns you too, just about as much as me, doesn't he?"

He walked over to her and felt her heavy breasts. "That's true he does......well it looks like you'll have a lot of milk for his baby. I think there is something really beautiful about a white woman nursing a black baby." 

"Me too."

Morgan stroked her cheek. "If you need anything from me, just let me know. I need just one thing for the road baby. I cleared it with Ace." He sat down in the other folding chair, unzipped his pants, and took his penis out. Compared to that of her black lover's, it was miniscule. She smiled at this thought, and felt no ill will toward this crooked cop because it was he who brought her to her powerful black lover, and father of her child.

"Sure, why not. You're really like part of the family. I want you to be the baby's godfather." She took one more long drag on her cigarette, and stubbed it out, and then a long swallow from her malt liquor can, and then she was down on her knees, on a cushion, giving the cop an expert blowjob. She loved giving a man a blow job even more than he did receiving it. She liked the taste, look, and feel of a penis. She liked arousing the man, satisfying him, and then tasting and swallowing his life giving seed. She felt great power in doing this. Damn the cop thought, Ace really knows how to break them in!



Young White Teens Taken by Africans



As I have specified before ... I was an oil engineer on the African continent for two decades. I had witnessed many things that the main stream media has not addressed. Black on white dominance was very prevalent in many countries. There were many whites victimized of killings, theft, slavery and rape. I have written a number of stories of black lust on this dark continent. The sad truth is almost nothing has really changed ... it's just slipped under the rug.

In 1982 a man who we will address as Jason was a prominent engineer that signed a contract to oversee an oil exploration in the country of Nigeria. He brought along his wife and two daughters. They were 18 and 19 years of age.

He had only been in country for several weeks when he realized that his blonde wife was being hit on by his black bosses. He complained about the abuse but was ignored by his black superiors.

He was sent to another providence to work for a couple of weeks. While away, his wife was invited to a company party. There were drinks, laughter, partying and a whole host of black African power brokers. She was of only three white women in attendance. Several black men enticed her to dance during the festivities. She accepted only to appease her acceptance of their invitation to have her welcomed in her husband's company job. Mostly there were slow dances where the black Africans pulled her closely while they danced.

Every dance she could feel their rigged black cock rubbing against her. She became afraid of their intent but somehow excited about being embraced by a black African. These were truly black Africans ... charcoal black and for the most part muscular bodies. She was never attracted to black men but somehow she enjoyed the moment of being wanted by black males.

It was then that a 6'5'black male enticed her to dance. He had gold bracelets and a Rolex on his wrist. She responded to his advance and they danced. She was enamored by his tall black body and begin to enjoy his arms around her.

After a few drinks and some weed ... she became weak in her knees and held onto him for support.

It did not take long for him to ask her to go in his limo and she willingly entered the vehicle. After that ... he got her clothes off and began to fuck her silly. She had never had a black cock in her but now she was in orgasmic joy being impaled on a big black cock. He spewed his cum into her vagina and gave her multiple orgasms. She would be in store for other black fucks ... especially by her husband's boss.

Her husband would be away for another week and a half. What she did not anticipate was that her 18 and 19 year old daughters would soon be subject to black lust.

After he returned he became heavily involved in work and little time to be home with his family. The African power brokers knew this and had plans for his wife and daughters.

It was about a week later and again he was assigned to another providence for perhaps as long as several weeks. His wife assured him that they would be fine and since school was out ... their daughters might go to a retreat camp for a week.

Not all retreats are what they are made out to be. The retreat that his boss had recommended was one about 40 kilometers from their home. It was a camp to introduce white teens to the cultures of Africa. His boss owned a large part of the retreat and often visited it to see how it was doing.

It was on a Sunday his wife packed the girl's clothes and took them to an area where the girls got on a bus heading for the camp. Parents were not allowed on the retreat unless for emergencies. After the girls got on the bus and were seated ... they became curious why there were few boys on the bus, mostly younger than them. After an hour they arrived at the retreat and were assigned a tent to stay in.

The two daughters were excited about something new and not having their parents being present. They were assigned couselors who escorted them around the grounds and explained the next day events. All of the councilors were black and ranged from 20 to 40 years old. Unknowingly to the teens in the camp, all of these men came from very wealthy families and donated their time of several weeks at the camp. The little dark secret was they sought out sexual ways to bond with these teen girls.

The girls had dinner and orientation then spent the night in their tent. The next day they were in classes and even went on a photo safari which lasted most of the afternoon.

After resting and the dinner meal they were taken to an actual outdoor theater where native dancers performed and a movie was shown about Nigeria. Some of the girls were later joined by their councilors as they sat on the various levels of the grass ampi-theater. As it got late Karen, the 19 year old daughter, noticed the smell of pot in the air. She nudged her counselor and asked him about it. "Oh, Miss Karen, that is what we call Jambi ... it is legal in my country and makes one feel very relaxed. Would you like to try some?"

Her and her younger sister had smoked pot at their home in London. Adolphi, her counselor pulled out a pipe and shared it with Karen. At first it was very mild but after about 20 minutes she really became high. It was then that the black African began making his move. He rested his jewelry adorned arm around her shoulder and had her swaying to the musical drums.

Toni, the younger sister, also took a couple of hits on the pipe. Adolphi suggested to Toni that she might want to walk around and chat with some of the other girls since her counselor wasn't there yet. He then asked Karen to accompany him further up to the grassy knoll where the breeze is cooler ... she agreed. There was something exciting about being with an older black man of 32. It made her feel more like an adult. This charcoal black African was about 6'4" tall and had a lean muscular body. After another drags on the pipe, Karen was getting even more high. Adolphi knew it was time to make a move. His hand around her neck reached down and touched her breast as he rubbed her thigh. Karen didn't object but she accidently placed her right hand on his crotch. She felt a large bulge that was somewhat hard. She had never thought that she would have let a black African fondle her ... but it was overwhelmingly exciting. Her body tingled. Her dad would have been infringed about black hands on his daughter.

Meantime as Toni walked around she noticed that several of the black counselors had their arms around the white girls. They are really friendly she thought to herself. At the edge of the theater she noticed a small girl lying along side of one of the black men. A black African had his hand in her blouse rubbing her breast and his other hand up under her short skirt. Even with only the flickering lantern light she could see the young girl's wide glossy eyes and her mouth open. "Oh my gosh," she thought. The girl couldn't be a day over eighteen... if that. The girl was a small blond with two pony tails and short skinny legs. Toni watched for several more minutes. Then the black African unbuttoned her blouse and began kissing her breast. His hand was now more active under her skirt. It was just a matter of moments when the girl's stocking covered legs partially raised up and shook. Toni gasped... oh my, this young girl was having an orgasm. The African certainly had fingers in the girl's vagina and he had her very excited. 

After that, the African pulled her up and led her away from the theater. She looked hypnotized and wobbly kneed. He must be taking her back to her tent ... or his, Toni thought. She just knew that this small girl was soon to have a black cock between her legs ... whether she wanted it or not. As they disappeared, Toni gazed around to see what else was going on. Then she saw a girl about her age being escorted away by two older Africans ... practically carrying her with their muscular arms around her waist and back. The girl looked drugged, Toni thought to herself. What was really curious was they were not headed to the tent site ... they were going to the councilors huts. Toi followed them.

She saw them take the girl into one of the huts. Toni was about to leave but her curiosity made her return to the hut where there was a side window. As she looked in, one of the black Africans was holding her up while the other African began undressing her. The girl was definitely impaired. Toni couldn't tell if she was high and/or mentally challenged. When they undressed her, they removed their shorts and exposed two long rigid black cocks. They pulled her down on a mattress and one of the Africans mounted her. She then begin to object to his being on top of her but the other African placed his hand over her mouth and held her arms above her head. The African penetrated her vagina and began to thrust her. She wiggled and wept but the African kept on fucking her. In only after several minutes the black man shot his load into her. Her body went limp. Then the other African mounted her.

Toni couldn't look any more and left hurriedly back to her tent. 

She went back to check on her sister but neither she or the councilor were there. She immediately rushed for their tent, only to find that her sister was not there either. Toni did not know where to look so she prayed for her sister's safety.

By this time, Karen was in the counselor's hutch and laying on her back while the big black buck was fucking her silly. His 9-1/2" black cock was in her up to his balls. She then felt an orgasm flowing all over her young body. She wrapped her white legs around his black buttocks as her finger nails cling to his back. His muscular chest had her pinned to the mattress. She had only had limited sex prior to this so this was the ultimate. She had surrendered to the one thing that her daddy had told her to never do. Having sex with a black man. He would be furious if he saw his young daughter being grinded by black cock ... not to mention her being seeded.

After a few more minutes Karen felt his cock bust and flooding her vagina with his cum ... she had another orgasm as she pulled her legs from his buttocks and rested her body on the mat. The African rose up and then starred down at this naked white morsel. He had just had the best fuck of his life and would want more later on. And yes, he mounted her pale young body again just before sunrise. He fucked her hard for about an hour and again filled her with his seed. Karen would never be the same.

Toni had undressed and then bedded down on the mattress. She couldn't believe what all that she had witnessed. This is not a retreat, it's a haven for blacks to molest white girls, she thought. I'm not going to let a black African rut with me ... they will just have to forcefully rape me. It was late and she was about to fall asleep when she heard a voice just outside of her tent.

"Miss Toni, sorry I could not attend the theater events. I'm your counselor ... may I enter?"

Toni nearly froze up. Oh no, please no ... I don't want this to happen. About that time the tent flap opened and a tall and very black African walked in. "Hello Miss Toni, I came to again welcome you to the retreat."

As the African looked down on her lying on the mattress, Toni noticed a large bulge appearing in his shorts.

"Oh no, please no," she thought to herself.

Things were quiet in the camp. The birds had quit chirping, animals were asleep and the full moon shined and lit up the area. The only sound was a teen white girl gasping and moaning as a big black cock impaled her and was thrusting.



Young White Virgin Blacked



Young white virgin blacked in a barn on a rainy day:

Candy and Teresa were sisters. Candy was 19 years old and Teresa had just turned 18 years old. They were small girls. Pale white skin, blue-green eyes and light blonde hair. Candy was only 5'-0"and her sister Teresa was 4'-10" tall. Both were intelligent, pretty and little pranksters as well. 

They lived on the farm with their father about 20 miles out of KwaZulu Natal, South Africa. Their mother was deceased but their father often saw a woman on another farm. The girls did not care much for her and when not in school....they spent much of their time playing around the fields and being around the domestics.

Their father raised strawberries and raspberries on the farm of about 120 acres. There were several black Africans that lived on the farm and worked for him He also had part-time workers that were hired for final harvest. The young girls were raised on the farm and as kids they had played with several of the black children. It was like family to them.

Their father never thought much about their interacting with the black parents and kids. He took good care of the two families that lived on the farm and they in turn worked hard to make the business a very profitable one. What he did not fully realize was that his daughters were now teenagers and were budding into very adorable young women.

Toby, an African of Zulu heritage, was their father's right hand man. He had worked for him for 15 years and although he was in his early forties, he was still had a very muscular body. Toby was 6-'7" tall and black as charcoal. A very proud African and skeptical of the white control of his country but he never let his true feelings become an issue with his boss.

Toby had seen the girls grow from babies and always had a feeling of caring for the girl's safely. He enjoyed driving a wagon with two mules to a farmer's market on the weekend. It was a small village about nine kilometers from the farm. The girls always wanted to ride with him when they could and enjoy the countryside.

Now it had become more difficult for Toby to chauffeur the young teens to the market. He could not help but notice the curves developing on their bodies. To make things worse, the girls would grab and hug him as they cheerfully babbled on about the trip and generally what was going on in their lives.

On this particular trip, Candy was sitting next to Toby and had a sunflower dress on which the top was revealing for a nineteen year old. Toby could not help being stimulated and he could feel his cock hardening as he took quick glances at her breasts and pretty legs. Her sister, Teresa, was in the back seat of the wagon just chatting away.

All of a sudden, the wagon hit a pothole in the road and Candy bounced up and when she came down her left hand landed on Toby's crotch.

Toby tried not to show any reaction but Candy was curious as to what she felt.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Toby, I did not mean to touch you like that." Her face was red from the incident. Candy had discovered something big and hard in that black man's pants. Toby didn't know what to do. He just kept driving the wagon but was becoming even more excited by the unexpected touch of this white flower's small hand.

Thoughts raced through his mind on how he would really wanted to deflower this girl. He kept trying to depress those thoughts. Her father would kill him...he knew that. Yet, the growing hardness in his black cock grew even more. The horror in his mind of what would happen if he took her and, maybe her sister also. All these thoughts had been forbidden to him but now that these two white girls were no longer children, his sexual lust was overpowering him.

Thoughts raced through his mind of dragging the both of them into the bush, Then, forcefully spreading their small innocent legs and stroking his black manhood in their virgin pussies as he pressed his towering black body on them. Holding one down while fucking the other as both girls begged for release. Shooting African cum into them as they squealed and squirmed on the ground yet, he knew that one of them might escape and bring harm to him. Toby tried to erase such vile thoughts. He really did care for the girls and their safety. But, his large black cock had a mind of it's own.

Toby was not that dumb and resurrected himself. Finally coming to his senses he guided the wagon to the market. They bought the veggies and melons and returned to the farm. The girls enjoyed the trip but Candy still wondered about the bump in the road incident. Toby did too.

The next week their father had to leave the farm and travel to another city for crop sales. He asked Toby's family to watch over the girls. Toby was more than willing and on that Saturday morning he instructed Teresa to feed the livestock and watch the farm while he took Candy on a trip to the market.

Candy was all excited about going but wasn't sure why her sister was not to be along. Toby insisted that he had only one mule for the ride. The other mule had a sore hoof and needed rest. The extra weight could cause a problem. Candy understood and besides, an unexpected feeling of excitement with her traveling alone with Toby curiously crept into her mind. She still could not forget that bump in the road.

The problem being that ever since last weekend, sexual lust was brewing inside him and he kept trying to overcome it. Just the thought of Candy's curvy body, pretty face and small frame had him thinking things that he should never think. He knew deep inside that being alone with this girl would be tempting but he thought that he could handle it. He had to handle it or he would lose everything.

Candy only wanted to enjoy the trip to the market and went along gladly. She had a white mid drift T-shirt on with shorts. She did not have a bra on. Her father would not approve but he wasn't along for the ride. Her blond hair was tied into a ponytail and she wore a white and pink jockey cap that matched her pearly pink lipstick. She was stunningly pretty and somewhat a little girlish. But that was just Candy.

Toby was dressed in pants with no shirt on being the weather was hot. He had his colorful scarf around his neck and a large brim hat on. His black muscular torso shined as the sun rays reflected on him.

Toby was having second thoughts about taking her with him to the market. He had never seen Candy more appealing....and it was troubling him. Again, Toby could not help notice the nice curves in her small body and again his cock begin to harden as they left the farm.

The sky grew cloudy and rain began to sprinkle down. They were only about four kilometers down the road next to another farm that was vacant and under auction. The rain increased and Candy's shirt became soaked. Toby could not help but notice her budding breasts stick out as he would glance over at her. She then held onto his arm as she became a little chilled. Toby then took his arm and reached over her shoulders pulling her to his side.

"Candy, I'll try and keep you warm until we find some shelter," Toby remarked.

She then placed her left arm around his waist and leaned more into him. Toby could feel her left breast press against his side. His cock grew harder. Candy glanced down at his crotch and saw the bulge. She then withdrew her arm around his waist and slightly pulled away. She felt a twinge of excitement flow through her and could not understand it. Toby was her friend and she had never felt a sexual attraction to a charcoal black man. It had always been nasty to her. But for some reason Candy now began to sense a sexual curiosity about Toby.

"Miss Candy, we need to seek some cover from the rain. That barn on the left is abandoned and we could stay inside until the weather gets better," Toby said. He then drove the wagon into the barn.

There were some hay bales and a small pile of hay still left in the barn. Candy sat on one of the bales and Toby sat beside her. Thunderstorms arrived the thunder and lightning danced in the sky. All of a sudden a bolt struck a tree next to the barn. Candy became frightened. She leaned around and grabbed onto Toby's neck and shoulders. Her breasts then lightly pressed against his lower chest. She didn't know the ramifications for what she was exposing her self to...she only sought safety from the storm.

Toby then placed his muscular black arms around Teresa and pulled her even more closely to him. He felt her breasts touching his chest and her arms around his broad shoulders with her hands griping his neck.

"Miss Candy, don't be afraid. I will not let the storm harm you. It may go on for a while so we may be stuck in this barn for an hour or two," Toby quietly said.

Candy then pulled her right arm from his neck and as she turned backward she lost balance and pressed her hand down on his crouch. A very hard cock bounced against her hand.

"Oh my gosh, Toby. I'm sorry, I did not mean to do that. But....why are you so hard. Is that natural for a man when he is close to a friend? I mean that you and me are good friends and there has never been any attraction that I know of. You are so big and black and I am small and white. I've never had a man especially a very black man touch me or I touch him, Teresa admitted.

Toby looked at her and then held her shoulder. The rain had drenched Candy's shirt and her nipples stuck out in the shirt. Toby could not help in noticing that. His patience of sexual manhood and lust was declining rapidly. Toby's black cock was hardening to the point that he had no more control. He looked at her body and then decided that he must have her.

"Miss Candy, you have become a very adorable lady. I have always taken responsibility for your family's safety and worked hard for your father. I have known for the last year and especially since last weekend that I wanted to have you sexually. Yes, it's wrong but I cannot hide my feelings any longer," Toby admitted.

Candy was speechless and also somewhat concerned that she was now alone with this black man in a barn. Yet, she had mysterious feelings creeping into her loins that she did not understand. She gazed at his black muscular torso and again at the large bulge in his pants. Candy couldn't help herself. Her hand slowly reached over and felt his hardness.

"My apology but I could not help feeling that large bulge in your pants. Don't get the wrong idea, I'm just curious. I have never touched a man in that way. Please do not harm me." Candy nervously said.

Toby then placed his hand over hers and pressed it more strongly on his lap. He then placed his other hand on her breast and rubbed it softly.

"Miss Candy, I will show you what you are feeling in my pants if you let me see what is under your shirt. No worries, I will not harm you. I only want to see your breasts."

"Are you sure, Toby. I trust you. But I am only playing and am curious. I don't mean to tease you," Candy replied.

Candy knew that she was teasing but did not know that Toby was not. A man can only take so much before becomes out of control.

Candy was now becoming excited and felt daring to accept his offer. It was like a game of "show and tell" but this was more daring and exciting. She couldn't believe that she was doing this.

Finally, she pulled her T-shirt off. Toby's eyes grew big as he starred at her well formed white breasts. Toby reached over and lightly touched her right breast. His black hand was such a contrast to her white body.

"Okay, Toby, That's enough...now it's your turn," Candy chuckled.

Toby unzipped his pants. A large semi-hard black cock sprung out. Candy gasped.

"Oh Lord, that is huge. Can I touch it?" Candy nervously asked.

She reached over and griped it in her small hand. She felt the hard veins and then with her other hand, pressed against the coal black head of his cock.

"I can't believe that I am doing this, Toby. We had better stop right here. Although strangely exciting, it doesn't need to go on further." My father would kill us both if he found out about this. My touching a black man's penis and him touching my breasts. God help both of us. Please help me, I've never been in a situation like this or had such such mixed feelings. I am truly embarrassed. I'm only nineteen and here I am half naked with a black man," Candy pleaded.

Toby now knew that this was the window of opportunity. He had decided that this little white girl was going to be his. He grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her up. Guiding her to the shallow pile of hay on the barn floor.

"Toby, we need to stop. This is not a good idea. I'm afraid that I have teased you too much."

Candy knew that she was letting things get out of hand yet a boiling sense of excitement was building in her. Toby laid her down and began kissing her breasts. His right hand unbuttoned her shorts and slid in. He began lightly messaging between her legs.

Candy began to tremble. A small and unintended orgasm flowed through her body. Her green eyes looked down at the black head kissing her breast and as she tilted her head, could see the black hand invading her loins. Strange pleasure was boiling inside her. Here she was, a captive white maiden, being lusted on by a very black African. She only offered a little resistance as she squirmed her body. Sexual desire over took her sound reasoning.

"Toby, no....this has gone far enough. I don't want a black man running his hands all over me and kissing my breasts. Stop."

Toby replied, "Do you not want to touch my cock again and feel its' hardness. It may make you feel differently about me and this situation."

While they were lying on their sides, Toby pressed his chest against her breasts and was kissing her neck. His rigid black cock was pressing against her leg and Candy could feel it. It was overwhelming to a girl so young and innocent.

Her hand crept down and found his hardened cock. She began stroking it as he lowered his head to suck on her breast. His black body was tightly against her and she could feel her heat pounding.

Toby then eased a finger into her vagina. Candy moaned and grabbed his neck. The intrusive feeling of something invading her vagina was frightful yet exciting. Both lay naked on the hay as they embraced each other and she began surrendering herself to his blackness.

"Don't be afraid, my little girl. I will make sure you are okay." Said Toby. From his pouch that he had brought, he removed some lubricant jelly. He knew that this virgin would need it to accept his size once he had broken her hymen. He rubbed it in as Candy looked on curiously and a bit scared.

Toby then placed Candy on her back He spread her small blithe white legs around his bottom and He then slowly pressed his cock at her entrance. Candy was alarmed yet offered no resistance except for tears in her eyes. This was not the way it was suppose to be losing her virginity. Her being ravished by a coal black African. Thoughts of why she let it get this far were racing through her mind. Then she all of a sudden realized a more dangerous situation.

"Please put on a rubber, Toby. I can't have you inside me without protection. Please," she moaned.

"Ani't got a rubber, Miss Candy. I'll pull it out before I go off, trust me," Toby answered back.

An nineteen virgin girl can be very gullible and Candy was not an exception. She stared down as this huge black man began to penetrate her. She didn't know that once that rigid black cock was invading her loins....there would be no turning back. Toby knew that too as he began to penetrate her.

"Please don't do this without protection. This is a bad idea, Toby. Stop now...don't go any further, please, please," Teresa begged.

The black head of his cock broke through her hymen as Candy yelped. Toby grabbed her small wrists and held them over her head with one hand and used the other hand to grip her bottom. Candy felt his shaft pressing more into her and the pain was intense.

"Please, please don't do this", Candy moaned again.

He slowly pushed his thick black cock further into her small vagina as she gasped. The pain was awesome. Teresa gasped and shook as she was being violated. Her small white legs quivered in the air as the black African began stroking her and slid more meat into her loins. It was painful to have such a big cock splitting her loins for the first time. He leaned down and pressed his black body on her. His black lips kissed her and his tongue danced in her mouth. She wanted to escape but his huge frame held her motionless.

Her body then shook with an unexpected and violent orgasm. The pain lessened and her body began accepting the black cock invading her small white body. A surreal feeling was now creeping into her. She was becoming a woman in a way she never anticipated. Juices flowed in her virgin body and another orgasm shot through her.

Only a few years from being a child and now having a very black African man pounding her innocent 19 year old body was unreal. She struggled with the weight and pounding of his black African frame ravishing her virgin loins.

He held her small white arms to the hay as she tearfully cried. Her virginity had been black fucked away. Toby continued to violate and press his black dick in her young virgin loins and stroke her small body as she lay under him. He still did not have all of his cock in her. Only about five or six inches penetrated her. His sweat fell and formed modules on her breast and tummy.

Toby began feeling an overcoming pleasure as his nuts became rock hard. He was beginning to spew his jism into this little white girl. His black buttocks pushed harder as he suddenly felt the hard thrust of African sperm pour into her. His black cock was swollen to the extreme and was splitting her apart.

Mercifully, it exploded and gushed into her loins filling her belly with African spunk.

Her eyes were glassy as she felt the explosion into her body. An orgasm had ignited her young body at the same time. Her small legs drifted down from his black waist onto the hay. And her arms fell to her side motionless. She starred at the barn ceiling. She was absorbed in blackness. African cum oozed out of her no longer innocent vagina

Toby was exhausted too and rolled over to lie there on the hay. He had just had his best fuck in his life. His head looked over at Candy and he wondered just what he had done. Frightened a bit but knew that after a brief rest....he wanted more.

Candy fell asleep as the thunder and lightning died down. Toby rested for a while and fed hay to the mule. He returned a short time later and lay down next to Candy. Her curvy and young white body was so beautiful to him. He again began rubbing his black hand on her. She awoke.

"Please Toby, not again. I'm tired and am having a difficult time with what just happened. It should have never gone this far. What if my father finds out about this? I'm frightened," she pleaded.

Toby had only one thought on his mind and put the consequences aside. He pulled her small legs to him as he sat on the hay. His large black dick became hard again and he pressed it into her. Already lubricated with his cum, the first four inches easily entered her.

Candy lay there with her arms resting at her side on the hay. She knew that Toby was about to violate her again and there was nothing that she could do about it. As he pressed more black meat into her she again placed her legs around his waist.

She lay there with this huge black African splitting her loins. He kept thrusting his black dick into her. Her head was bobbing up and down. Little Candy had no clue as to the ramifications of being bred by a man...a very black African man to boot. She could only feel a thick black cock splitting her and the sweat of the African pouring on her.

Before long, they cleaned up and finished the trip to the market. It was a long day to say the least. As they drove back there was little conversation. Both Toby and Candy were thinking to themselves of the possible problems with what they had done. Yet, neither were truly regretting the marvelous sex they had shared.