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The First Foundation Pt. 01

By: The Avenger



Warning: Parts of this series contain violence, coercion, extortion, blackmail, non consensual sex, same sex copulation, derogatory terms, interracial sex, political statements, cheating and a lot of other stuff good boys and girls should not read (on porn websites). If any of the above are not your cup of tea, please don't waste your time reading this. Just read something else or eat a dick, your choice.

Book 1: Roots and Culture.

Chapter 1

Dez or Desmond was born and raised in a small town in a small, insignificant Souther African country. The residents of his town worked in a nearby coal mine or an iron and steel plant. The town had been established during colonialism. The crowded settlement for the blacks was built on the windward side, to ensure that they breathed in all the factory gas emissions. The smaller, neater, roomier settlement for the whites was strategically positioned so that the wind passed from it, to the factory and then to the blacks, probably just to show them another example of European civilization and enlightenment.

Dez was born on the stroke of independence. Now, a mass exodus of white people took place, for they had lost their privileged positions and they were racists who did not want to be under black rule. Most of all, they feared that the blacks would want revenge for the evils that had been perpetrated against them in a century of colonialism. The whites who could afford it left. England was only taking back those whites that had money. The ones that didn't migrated to neighboring countries that were still under white settler rule, for Nelson Mandela was not yet released from bondage and raised to a world Hero, and the children of Adolf were still ruling Namibia. The whites who remained behind barricaded themselves behind their walls, sent their kids to exclusive, white only schools and kept themselves isolated from the blacks, even though the hand of reconciliation was extended to them. 

The people in the black settlement where Dez grew up were proud of their African roots. The face of the settlement changed after independence. The white colonial settlers had put legislation in place, prohibiting blacks from building big, spacious brick houses, saying Africans were used to dwelling in trees and mud huts and anything else would confuse and destroy them. It was all part of the plan to keep the blacks underdeveloped, by these guys who acted as if they invented the wheel (Egyptians), mathematics (Arabs) and called tea their traditional drink although it wasn't grown in any province of England, unless India was located somewhere near Ipswich or Westminster, and belonged to a gentleman named Earl Grey or something. That legislation had since been overturned and some Africans were building impressive Villas with swimming pools and what not, leading one jealous white settler to say, "Shit! You cant keep a nigger down!"

However, the noxious gas emissions from the mine were a constant reminder that their land had once been colonized by the skinless, knee less people (as whites were commonly called locally) and that their people had waged a bitter guerrilla war for independence, a fact which filled all the black people with pride. However, they did not hate white people for it was not in the nature of Africans to hate another race. And watching TV and movies they were even brainwashed into believing that the white people were civilized and nice and that the streets of Europe, USA (huge island robbed by white men) and Australia (some island populated by the descendants of English convicts) were paved with gold.

The population of the town consisted of various national folks, as well as migrants from Malawi, Zambia, South Africa and practically every Southern African country. 

They had different customs, cultures, religions and languages, but this was never a problem. Of course, people made jokes about each other. However, when it came down to it, either you were nice and respectful and they liked you, or you were funny in some funny way and they didn't like you. Dez grew up with so many kids from different countries that by the time he was 6, he could speak five different languages, which was normal for most people in town.

The locals, whether rich or poor, loved life and they were happy. The sun would shine all the time and the people were of a good disposition. They liked song and dance. They turned their music up loud, danced wherever they heard a nice song, laughed heartily and walked with smiles on their faces. They were very hospitable and friendly. However, they were very proud people; if you disrespected them, and they were sure it was intentional, the wise adults would avoid you, and the younger men or women could insult or even bash you, for they had the blood of warriors flowing through their veins.

Dez' dad owned a supermarket and Dez grew up helping out there. His mom was a secretary in a school. Mom was a tall, busty woman with a butt like Mama Africa, real big. She was good natured and happy, with a loud, cheery voice, but if you were cheeky and stubborn like Dez, she could get dangerous, and send a high heeled shoe flying after you at high velocity. Dez had a younger brother and sister, a set of twins, two years younger than him. His mom loved her children like a mother hen. In the evenings, she would feed them hearty food, tell them stories and play a drum, teaching them traditional song and dance. Some of the dances were very naughty and raunchy, with a lot of ass shaking and hip rolling. 

Dez dad had a second wife, with whom he had two kids. It was normal that men could have as many wives as they afford it and satisfy. Sometimes his dad slept at his mom's house sometimes he slept at his other woman's. Dez called the second wife mom too and her kids were like his own siblings to him. His mom and the other wife got along well, and the kids moved freely between both homes. In fact, initially, the second wife had lived in their house and shared his parents bedroom. When he started knowing about sex, Dez would sometimes wonder if his dad had fucked both women at once. He never asked though and the old boy never told. This tradition was unacceptable for modernized, westernized young women, but some of their husbands had affairs or fucked whores behind their backs anyway, and they fucked the milk man or the post boy, so it seemed like a case of "Who is fooling who?"

The population of the town was split between several religious beliefs. There was a migrant community of Malawians who were Muslim, however, the majority were either Christians or traditionalists, though this could change quite easily. For example, when a Christian had problems, he quite often said a prayer with the pastor and then went to seek a shaman. By the same token, a traditionalist would visit a shaman and then go to seek a church Pastor's powerful prayer for him. The reasoning was simply that a two pronged attack was most effective. 

Dez' mom was a Christian and took him to church every Sunday. His dad on the other hand would go to the beer garden, kindly asking his mom to slip in a prayer for him and his drinking mates. Dez' dad was an atheist. He always said, 

"The white man came around, said lets close our eyes and pray and when we opened our eyes, he had given us the Bible and taken away everything else. So, don't tell me about a Kingdom way up in the sky, that you and I, can never reach till the day we die." 

Dez' had a "wife", Patricia, whom everybody called Trish. In the old days, there had been a practice of arranged marriages, whereby a rich man could give a poorer family wealth for their new born daughter. When she had come of age, she would then have to marry him or one of his sons. This sometimes caused major fracases, if for example, the girl then fell in love with someone else, of her choice, or if she turned out to be ugly, lazy or undesirable for some reasons.

This was not however the case with Dez and Trish. The thing was, their moms were best friends, went to church together and had conceived them practically at the same time. Trish was a couple of weeks older than Dez. Her mom always jokingly called him her son, just like his mom called Trish her daughter in law. 

Trish had an interesting history. Her dad was an expatriate German doctor. He had impregnated her mom, Aida, as she was training to be a nurse. That was back in the colonial days and marriage between whites and blacks was forbidden by law, though that did not stop white men from fathering many mixed race kids. Even white settler women had a reputation of diving into some dark meat, usually preying on the house staff, secretly of course. Nowadays, white tourists flocked from Europe, the USA, Canada and Australia just to get some black and pussy, raising the rates in Europe's oldest profession.

Anyway, Trish's dad returned back to Europe, leaving Aida, Trish's mom, pregnant. She moved in with Dez' mom, her childhood friend, who was also pregnant and they gave birth to their kids within a week. Trish had surprisingly dark, chocolate skin, for a mixed child. The only thing that gave away her European heritage was her sharp nose, the shards of green in her glassy, hazel eyes and her long, curly, ginger colored hair. The man who was to become Trish's step dad was a neighbor of Dez' family, and he was recently widowed. When he spotted the pretty, attractive, young woman with thick tits like ripe melons and an ass like two nice, thick, ripe halves of pumpkins glued together, left all alone with child, he didn't waste time, shooting game at Trish's mom and courting her. He married her and treated young Trish as his own child, and her mom treated his three boys as her own sons. Once in a while, Trish would fly to Germany to visit her dad, for short periods.

Dez saw Trish almost every day of his life. Trish was short tempered, proud and very stubborn and physically strong and tough. She was condemned to playing with the boys at an early age, for girls found her too quick tempered and violent. Dez and Trish were best friends. But sometimes she would piss him off and he would smack her. Trish would fight back like a lioness, but Dez would win, for he just could not see himself being beat up by a girl. He wasn't that kind. Then usually, Trish got her bigger, elder brothers to bash him, and they would be enemies for a couple of days, then they would make peace again. 

Then they would go into the nearby forests on sunny days, hunting birds and rabbits, swimming in the rivers or disturbing young lovers who tried to get their fuck on in the bush.

Chapter 2

As they turned into young adults, Trish blossomed into a pretty, tall, curvy, busty young woman and Dez turned into an attractive, handsome, muscular man. He became tall, and his muscles became so thick and well defined and he became the fastest sprinter in the region. His Uncle ran a gym and he was boxing there regularly and having fist fights with other young men, for their people were come from warriors and a man had to know how to hold his own in a fair, clean fight. Now, Trish came along to see him fight in the beginning, and then she donned on the gloves and started boxing as well. Trish was in her element, throwing punches. She loved fighting and was hard hitting. Initially, some guys she sparred with took her lightly, for being a girl, until she floored them. 

Dez got more involved in his dad's supermarket. He was hard working and had a talent for business. By the time he turned sixteen, he was doing the books, placing orders and paying the staff their wages.

Trish and Dez were close and inseparable. They started taking a keen interest in matters of sex.

When they had turned eighteen, the children of traditionalists attended an initiation ceremony, which was aimed at preparing the boys and girls for adult hood. It was an open secret that the main subject matter was sex. 

Dez' mom did not want him to attend for she didn't want members of her congregation to know that she had sent her son to a pagan ritual, however, his dad said, "The boy must learn to fuck. He must make his wife scream with pleasure the way I make you! For you know our family totem is the King Cobra, the world's most dangerous snake!" he laughed heartily.

Dez was so excited. He couldn't wait to go and learn how to be wicked in bed.

The boys and girls left home and spent a month in separate camps, out in nature, living in the forest as their hunter and warrior ancestors had done. The boys' instructors were naughty elderly men, who were very experienced or rather, "s-experienced", as they called it. On the first morning, the youngsters all gathered before the elders.

"Hallo boys, my name is Mdara (Ole') Cobra. That name was not given to me by my parents but by grateful women who appreciated the sweet but deadly bite of my infamous champion snake; loved by women and feared by their men. Its impossible to make you all grow such a long, fat terrible serpent, but I can teach you to work with the modest tools you were given," he laughed playfully. "All right boys, we are going to learn about sex and fucking," Mdara Cobra, a naughty elderly man, who was the main instructor started. The boys blushed, giggled and laughed.

"Some of you are ashamed, I see. Don't be ashamed of fucking. Its what brought you into this world, your mom and dad fucked. Pussy is a very powerful thing. A man comes out of it, to enter this world. Then he spends most of his adult life trying to find ways and means to get back inside that hole."

The boys laughed.

"You guys, don't bloody laugh at the pussy. Respect it. The pussy is a very powerful thing. Adam and Eve got thrown out of paradise for it. Friends killed friends, brothers their brothers, fathers their sons. Holy pastors got run out of church, wars were started, and many men perished, just for that gorgeous, amazing piece of flesh. And let me tell you something for nothing, kids; a man who knows how to get and use the vagina can open himself doors that fate didn't give him the keys to. But a fool who cant fuck will get kicked out of his palace and a servant will take his place in the king's bedroom, enjoying the tasty honey between the queen's legs. How many of you have fucked, hands up?" 

A few hands went up. 

"Put your paws down. You guys haven't fucked, with your tiny little cocks. Fucking is when you can play the vagina like a sweet musical instrument. You have to produce Jazz, reggae, hi-life, Rumba, samba, black man music. A woman's body is not just a nice big ass and a hot, tight, wet pussy, its an object of beauty and the gateway to heaven on earth! And now, we are going to dance for the pussy."

The boys were taught traditional songs and dance, some of them warrior and hunter dances, some of them naughty, raunchy, marital dances. Dez suddenly understood why so many dances involved a shaking of the ass and a rolling of the hips. They were in worship of the pussy and praise of the dick.

The boys were taught how to woo a woman.

"You know, women can be fucked up. Sometimes I think, if they didn't have those beautiful breasts, those gorgeous asses and those amazing pussies, I wouldn't even talk to them. But they do. Oh yes they do. And they know it. From the moment women grow breasts and a little hair on their pussies, men try to get that wonderful treasure between their legs. So, women know that their pussies are precious and it gives them the power, to bamboozle a fool. How many of you think women are stupid?"

All of the boys hands went up. 

"You fools. A woman can act like she is not interested, even though her pussy is craving to feel the bite of your snake. She can tease you, give you the cold shoulder, tell you she would rather fuck a hyena than you. Its just a game. A fool will get frustrated and give up. He will start a self help project, and his hand will be his best friend, even though the country is full of nice, fat, dripping, wet pussies, begging to be skewered on the Burning Spear of Africa."

The boys whistled and cheered.

"A fool has a sad, unhappy life, I tell you. He has to work like a slave, because he can only get pussy through power and money. A cunning man however can party, indulge in song and dance and enjoy life. He can be broke as a joke, and still fuck millionaires wives and make them raise his children. That is why so many men hate musicians. They see them on TV and call them losers, with no real job and no big money. Then they look at their kids and suddenly think, "Damn, those eyes, that nose and those lips look kind of familiar. Oh no!" Yes, my friend! Last time he came to town, he did the mating dance with your wife, you fool. When your wife told you, "Ah, our son looks like my dead granddad," she was lying. And don't blame him, its not his fault you don't know how to use the vagina."

"But, eh, sir, how do you get the pussy?" one guy, a dork asked. He added that he slaved hard at school just to get noticed by the girls and still never got access to the honey pot.

"You have to be a hunter and a warrior, for every woman desires a real man, a strong, cunning warrior and a lion in bed. You have to be confident and manly. Convince a woman that the best thing she can do is to open her legs and give you unrestrained access to that wonderful treasure between them, if she wants to wallow in astounding pleasure, and experience the paradise that Adam and Eve were kicked out of."

"But I am always nice to girls and they use me and never let me hit it," another guy complained.

"There is a time to fight and a time to dance. A cunning warrior knows when to be sweet and charming, and when to be aggressive and war like and grab that pussy."

"But you can go to jail for rape."

"Boy, if a woman really doesn't like you, you will know. The difficult ones are the undecided, who wonder, "Should I date this guy with an option to marry him, should I fuck him, or just tell him to go and fuck his mom's dog?" Anyway, what's a pussy? Whole countries have been taken by force, who gives a damn about a pussy?" he laughed. "Seriously boys, there is no need to rape a woman. Why? When the country is filled with beautiful women. If you do rape a woman though, make sure you fuck her so good that she will say, "Boy, if you don't rape me like this everyday, from now on, I will report you to the police," Mdara Cobra laughed heartily.

Through role playing, the boys exercised wooing women. They were taught how to speak with honey on the tips of their tongue and use charm and humor. They learned how to tune in on a woman's wavelength, read her like a book and give her what she was searching for.

Meanwhile, at the girl's camp, Trish was also being introduced to the amazing world of sex by some elderly women, headed by her naughty Aunt Rosie.

The girls sat on mats under a tree in the bright, hot morning sun. Auntie Rosie clapped her hands for attention. The girls cackled and giggled as they were told that they were now to learn how to conquer the sweet but poisonous snake between a man's legs, in other words, to fuck.

"You are laughing! Let me tell you something, a cock is the most amazing snake on earth. When a cobra bites and spits, people scream and die or go blind. When a cock bites and spits, little children come out screaming. Now, white people say, the way to a man's heart is through his belly. That is rubbish. If you believe that and sit on your pussy like a mat, you will feed your man delicacies and give him energy to fuck around. The worst torture for a man is to have a very beautiful woman who cant fuck."

"The way to a woman's heart is through her belly, the lowest part, to be precise. The way to a man's heart however, is through his cock. If you know how to fuck your man and drive him insane, he will love you like a princess and worship you like a queen. Because he knows, "hey, if I mess up with that woman, she will put me on sanctions and I will not get that honey! What can I do to make her happy so she can tie me up with her limbs and kill me softly, sweetly,again."


The First Foundation Pt. 01



"Foolish women try to reason with men. How can you reason with a person who has two heads, and tends to listen to the one down there, which only has one eye, and a blind one at that." She laughed. "You don't just talk reason to a man, especially not your lover or husband. Our men are proud. If you win, he thinks you have cut his balls. If he wins, he thinks he is a king. You fuck him to an understanding and then tell him what you want. If you are smart and cunning, you will even make him think your ideas are his own ideas. Now, how many of you have fucked? Don't be shy now, I wont tell the pastor." No hands came up. "Don't waste my time girls, or I will make you open your legs and push an oiled banana inside your holes to find out which ones of you have well traveled roads in their panties. He he he!"

The girls giggled and slowly some hands went up. Trish was not surprised that Paidamwoyo raised her hand.

"I see we have some young whores here and some dull angels. Now, before you choose a guy that you want to be with, let me tell you something, find a man who matches you. I am not talking about money or religion here. Find a man with whom you are even. If he is better in some respects, and you in others, then together you are strong. However, if you take a man who is beneath you, in intelligence and mental strength, you will despise and abuse him till you destroy him, for we all descended from warriors. Deep down, every woman knows that cowards and weaklings cant protect us, so we despise them and desire their destruction."

"There is this guy at school who likes me," Paida said. "I am much brighter than him, but he worships me and does whatever I tell him to. I like that."

"Yes! Some women think a weak man is good, because he is easily manipulated and very obedient. I tell you, its better to buy a dog, its cheaper to feed and it doesn't cause a scene when you sleep with a real, strong man. Lionesses only bend over for the strongest bull for he will sire them children who are strong. If you marry a weakling, you have to choose between bearing weak, dumb morons or raising stubborn bastards?"

The girls laughed.

The girls were taught the art of flirting with a man. They were told men were hunters and warriors, the ones who weren't, weren't worth it, unless you wanted a good dog. 

"When you find the right man for you, he has to be one you see as a prince, and he has to see you as his princess. Men like to conquer. If you give in too easily, they start thinking they are your kings and you are a desperate servant. Or they start thinking you are easy with everyone, a well traveled national highway. Unless you just want to catch a quick bite of the snake and disappear, make him work for that honey between your legs. Turn him down, but not brutally, unless you really don't want him. Then, show him quite clearly that when you even think of him, you seek an open place to vomit, for some of them are quite slow and thick."

The girls were taught song and dance, for they were told that nothing was as beautiful for a man than the sight of a merry, sweet voiced woman dancing beautifully, sexily.

Then the girls were taught how to stroke and kiss a man, being shown the spots to touch and how. They were made to take off their clothes. 

Trish, and the other Christian girls were embarrassed and slow in taking off their clothes.

"Trish, hurry up!" one of instructors said and whipped her lightly with twigs. "Is your pussy made of gold or what? Hurry! We are all women here. No woman has what you don't have, therefore only a moron of a woman can let another woman take her man."

The girls were asked to pair off and sit on mats. Trish's eyes strayed to Paida and her heart beat faster as she gazed at the alluring, sexy, petite light brown body. Paida was looking for one of her friends but Trish dashed over to her and joined her on her mat. 

"We are together, you and I," she said.

"But you don't like me..." Paida said, eying her suspiciously.

"Well, this will give you a chance to change my mind..." Trish said firmly, then she smiled. "I wont give you grief, all right."

Paida nodded, not all that convinced. 

Trish still had some residues of desire to bash Paida ever since the incident with Dez. But now, she looked her rival and class mate's naked body over, curiously. The two of them were very different, physically.

Trish had an oval face, with a rich, milk chocolate brown complexion. Her eyes were glassy and hazel brown with shades of green. Her nose was straight and her lips were thick and pouting. Her hair was long and curly, and dark brown, and it was the thing that really gave away the fact that wasn't completely black. She was tall and athletic. She had a big bust, a toned belly, wide, curvy hips, a thick, round ass, big, strong thighs from sprinting and shapely legs. 

Paida had a light brown complexion. Her face was pretty, with smooth, silky skin. Her eyes were slanted, like an Asian's and radiated a sensuous languidness. Her nose was small and round, her lips heart shaped and pouting. Her long, dark hair was now braided in thick tresses that flowed over her shoulders. She was a head shorter than Trish, and slimmer, almost petite, but had all the curves in the right places. And she had a pair of nice, round ass cheeks. Her breasts were small and perky, like round tennis balls, with very dark, long nipples. Her breasts and ass were not as pronounced as Trish's, but they looked awesome on her slim frame. 

Whereas Trish had a body that seemed robust and hard to wear, Paida seemed almost delicate, though this was an illusion. She was a keen, able sportswoman and captain of the netball team.

Trish found Paida beautiful. She reminded her of the mermaids from her children's stories, pretty, graceful, supple and delicate, and yet strong, swift and vicious when they had to be. Paida always maintained a shy, reserved, timid front, but Trish knew she was wild, naughty and exuberant. Yes, Paida was a natural coquette and a player. 

Whereas Trish pressed her legs together initially, Paida's thighs were easily splayed. Like most of the "pagan" girls, she was at ease with her nakedness. Trish stole looks at Paida's crotch and gazed at a thick, fat pussy, covered with a dark, luxurious, crinkly bush. When she saw Paida's pussy lips, Trish gasped. They were very long, large, and dark.

"Are you hungry Trish? You look like you want to devour it?" Paida teased naughtily, patting her cunt, and Trish blushed.

"Don't get fresh with me or I will bash you ," Trish growled.

"Oh!!!" Paida pouted like a sweet little coquette. "Please don't hit me honey. If you ask me nicely I will let you lick my sweet little honey pot, all right!"

"Whore!"

"You pulled them huh, Paida?" Auntie Rosie asked, smiling naughtily, as she gazed at the long pussy lips.

"My grandma made me pull them."

"Smart woman. If your pussy gets loose, you tie them together and it gets real tight and any man will believe you are still a virgin," All of them laughed but Paida smiled proudly. "Listen girls, let me tell you something for nothing, men are fools. They expect us to be virgins when they meet us, but want us to be able to fuck like whores. With long lips like Paida's, however, you just knot them together, get a little bottle of cow's blood from the butcher, sprinkle it over your sheets and even your hundredth lover will believe he has just deflowered you. "

"Now, get on with it girls. Trish, come on. Tickle and tease her skin, set it alight. Yes, and stroke her behind the ears. Kiss her chin. Hey! Trish!" Light whack! "Nibble her and lap her lightly, like a sweet little cat, not a greedy dog!" she teased and Trish blushed as the other girls giggled. 

"Use the fingertips only, lightly, down the outside of the thigh and up the inside... Touch her for real Trish, oh!!!!" Auntie Rosie groaned in exasperation. "Trish, she doesn't bite. Now run your fingers up and down in that crease between her thigh and the honey pot."

"Ah! I cant touch her there!" Trish gasped, blushing.

"What! Are you scared of another woman, what has she got that you don't have?" Aunt Rosie hit her lightly with a thin twig.

"She is a girl!!!"

"How do you think you can be good with a man if you don't even know your own body? Is that what they teach you in church, to be ashamed of your bodies. Look into her sex and examine it, for yours is just like that, except for those nice, long lips. If you are nice to her maybe she will let you play with them and get them real slippery!" 

All the girls cackled but Trish was hesitant. "I'd never touch a girl's thing, Auntie..." 

"Our men were warriors and hunters. How do you think we used to stay warm and cozy when all men who could get it up went off for months on end? We used to lend each other a nice, skillful helping hand my niece." she giggled dirtily. 

Trish felt rather helpless and the instructors kept laughing at her. And she smarted, feeling so angry, wishing she hadn't come. She just couldn't get over her shyness and prudishness. She was glad that no one from church was there to see her, practicing to sex a man, on a naked girl.

When it was Paida's turn to stroke, caress and kiss, she showed no hesitance. She confidently went to work and she was obviously experienced, and enjoyed what she was doing. She received compliments from the instructors and the other girls were told to learn from her.

Trish couldn't complain. Paida's skilled fingers and her soft, teasing lips had her feeling all tingly and excited. Paida noticed the smoky look that came into Trish's eyes. It was a look that she had caused in her male lovers. She was surprised that she felt excited, as she noticed Trish's obvious arousal. She started feeling aroused herself. 

She smiled naughtily and leaned in, to nibble Trish's ear lobe. Trish gave a sharp gasp. 

Meanwhile, back in the boy's camp, the instructors cut pussy imitations into paw paws and instructed the boys on how to to touch and stroke a woman, how to caress and massage a vagina and get it all wet.

The boys giggled at first, but started taking shit seriously as they learned the art of fucking. They went through different sexual positions, different rhythms and styles of dancing in the pussy, variations in the type, depth and intensity of thrust. 

Then they were shown food stuffs, herbs and concoctions that raised the libido and kept the dicks hard and the pussies wet. They were shown natural herbs that could give not so well endowed men a larger erection. They were told to use grass moderately, for too much of it made one weak. You would get horny but couldn't move let alone ride the "punani." In other words, you would end up a sex obsessed, horny moron who screamed for sex, but couldn't fuck.

The boys liked to compare their manhood. They would hold contests. They jerked their cocks to get them real hard and measured them to see who had the biggest dick. Then they would stand and jerk their cocks to see who shot his cum the farthest. Or they would jerk off in spoons to see who produced the most cum. Or one would hold a clock and they would see who could come the most times within a given amount of time. Or stroke his cock hard and fast and hold out with shooting the longest. One guy called Timi had the largest cock, and it was no surprise that he was Mdara Cobra's nephew. Dez never quite won, but he did very well in all the contests, so he was sure that when all was added together, he was the best. Mr Champion snake, the African youngster with the bedroom bazooka between his legs. He felt quite proud of his manhood and couldn't wait to go out and conquer pussy. 

Chapter 3

Meanwhile, the girls were introduced to hygiene; like weeds, leaves, herbs and roots they could use to wash themselves to give their bodies an alluring smell. After some lessons, they finally got to what they had all been waiting for, they were introduced to the dick. Trish's Aunt held the lesson. 

"Its not a poisonous snake and its not a fearful weapon that the men use against us. In the hand of an expert, its like the handle, which you can use to direct a man where you want him. A man is stubborn and proud. But if you treat his dick good, he will do what you want."

The elderly instructor took a big banana out of a bag.

"If you are lucky, you will find a man with one as big as this. A king cobra!" The girls giggled. "If you do, keep him."

She then taught them how to hold a dick and stroke it, and showed them the points on the dick to touch and stroke, and how to do it, to make a man get hard a s rock and go crazy.

"Don't just grab it like a stupid stick. Praise his dick, make him think its the biggest and most potent you have ever seen." She showed them how to wash a cock, and oil it. The girls giggled as they were all given a banana to practice with and the elder women walked around them, giving hints and whacking their hands with small twigs till they got it right. "If you are real naughty, you can take it in your mouth. A man will go crazy. But be careful, or he will start thinking he is a king and you are a whore! Men are stupid. But we need their snakes, for children and for pleasure. Although, if they didn't have them, well, I would make them sleep outside with the other dogs," she laughed.

Now, Trish started practicing what they learned in the lessons with a girl she knew from school, named Paidamwoyo. The two of them would sneak off together to a secluded, leafy, grassy spot under a big tree, and practice, feeling horny and excited from their lessons. Initially, they practiced the different strokes and kisses on one another. Soon, however, their practice sessions became steamy. They used the herbs they had learned about to get each other's pussy wet and itchy and horny for sex. Fascinated, playful and horny, they played with each other, and eventually, they stroked each other's excited, dripping gashes and clits to several orgasms. They kept becoming more and more daring. Trish got on top of Paida and straddled her thighs then they rubbed their engorged pussies together and fucked each other. 

Trish shocked Paida when she licked her fingers straight from the petite girl's pussy, moaning with relish. Then she made her taste her own pussy and hers too. Paida blushed but licked and liked the taste.

They met regularly at their spot, after the lessons, to please each other, and give each other their daily bout of cuming. They would soon be naked, stroking and kissing, rubbing pussies and bringing each other off and then licking their fingers, tasting their pussies. They would switch their digits around, comparing their tastes. They tasted the same yet differently, something that thrilled them both. They spent so much time examining each other's pussies, fascinated.

Several lessons later, one of the elder women tied a fake phallus around her hips and another one lay down on a mat and they went through different positions of copulation, showing the girls how to handle a man and his cock and fuck him out of his mind. They showed them how to tie him up with their arms and legs and rock him, tossing him up and down, round and round, and how to get on top and ride him like a horse.

"Look, you can sit on him, with your knees on the floor, and dance on his manhood, like this, back and forth, round and round. You do it slow, make him go, "Oh sweet mama!" Then you speed it up and shock him, beat the hell out of his snake. But when he is about to explode, jump off him and let him spear the air like a fool. Then do it again. You crouch over him like this, with your feet on the floor," she demonstrated, sinking to a crouch, her back straight. "You stroke his belly, and scratch it, showing him you are a lioness. Then you grab his nipples, pull them, pinch them, make him writhe and cry with the pleasure of pain. Get them big and hard, like your own nipples. And then you ride up and down, like this! Lean back, and make him see his snake going in and out of your cave. Show him how easy it is for you, that its nothing. Like this!!!"

The instructor rode smoothly up and down, rolling her hips. The girls giggled.

"Or you can turn your back, and make him see that ass, especially if you have a big one like Trish there. Pump it, hit him with it. Knock him out. Make him cry for his Mama, then tell him to forget her, you are his new Mama now...."

The girls giggled and blushed but looked intently. Then they were each made to practice, taking turns with each other, either wearing the fake cocks and playing the man or lying on their backs, legs parted, and playing the woman. Trish practiced eagerly with Paida. They both felt so excited, rubbing the wooden cock between their pussies.

After the lesson, Trish sneaked off with Paida to their spot. They were both feeling so horny. Trish made Paida lay back on the grass and devoured her lips and then neck and breasts. Then she went down to feast on her belly. Paida gasped with shock as Trish went down on her and just dove into her pussy and started licking. She gave a sharp cry and tried to pull away, but Trish held her down and devoured her pussy. Paida stopped fighting it as sharp sensations overwhelmed her. Then she started fucking Trish's face lustily cumming on her tongue and digits. Trish brought her off till she was dizzy. Then she straddled Paida's face and lowered her pussy on her mouth. Paida whimpered with fear and reluctance but the moment her lips touched Trish's engorged, dripping pussy, she started lapping. She loved the taste of the hot, soft, fleshy pussy and started lapping and licking. Trish came instantly. Then she was holding up her face and fucking her lustily. The girls ate each other and then went to sleep on the soft, green grass, in the sun. They returned to the camp hours later, drowsy from their orgasms. Paida told Trish she didn't want to do it again, the licking, but Trish only smiled knowingly, for Paida had devoured her three times straight.

In the next lesson, the women made the girls strip naked and lie on their backs on mats. They made them raise their knees, part their legs, plant their feet on the ground, raise their hips and support their weight on their shoulders. Then the women pushed trays of glowing coal under their hips, and told them those pussies had to stay up until the coals went cold or their asses would get burnt. Then they put a glass of water on their lower bellies and told them to roll their hips up and down, round and round, without spilling a drop. Every drop was punished with a sharp smack from the twigs.

At first, the girls felt such excruciating pain from keeping their hips up for ages and they wanted to cry for their moms. But after a few days, they could do it very well. They were keeping those hips up for ages and rolling them up and down, round and round, smoothly, at varying speeds, with spilling a single drop of water.

After the lessons, Trish and Paida went off and practiced what they had learned on each other. They kissed, caressed, and played with each other. Then they finger fucked and ate each other and came for ages. 

After one such afternoon, they returned to the camp, holding hands, feeling happy and drowsy. They sat besides each other during supper, always smiling at each other and feeding each other morsels of food. Trish's Aunt Rosie took her to the side, pinched her ears so hard she winced and her eyes became shiny. Aunt Rosie scolded her, 

"Don't over do it with Paida, OK? You are getting too happy now. I will snap a fat twig from a tree and whip those legs, you hear!"

"Who told us its our tradition?" Trish growled back, thinking if this wasn't her aunt, she would have bashed her.

"Are you in love with her?"

"No! But I love playing with her. And I don't see any men around here," Trish smiled cheekily.




The First Foundation Pt. 01



"I heard you are licking each other! Is it true! One of the girls saw you two sluts! Trish, are you a lesbian. Do you prefer women? You know, women like you were allowed to live like men, they could even marry another woman, if they could find one. And they could adopt children without parents. But they would have to provide for them, and go hunting and even to war, like men. Is that what you want?"

"Auntie relax. I just like playing with Paida."

"Then make sure it stops here. And don't over do it! And don't scream so loud, you little bitches. And it stops here, alright?"

"Yes! Now leave me alone," Trish smacked her aunt's ass and darted back to the other girls, giggling. Trish was quite sure she and Paida were not the only girls stroking each other's pussies, but she wasn't sure if the other girls were licking cats too.

As the camps were nearing their end, the boys and girls were now allowed to meet, to practice traditional dances that they would perform at the big feast at the end. 

That was when Trish met Dez again, after almost three weeks. She felt guilty as the two of them paired off to dance together, wondering if he would be mad that she had been having sex with Paida. But she and Paida had sworn each other to secrecy, and so Trish simply pushed it to the back of her head and started dancing with Dez, both of them going wild to the intoxicating rhythms of the traditional song and dance as they went through a mating dance.

Mdara Cobra held his last and final speech to the boys.

"What we have taught you is not for you to just run around sleeping with girls recklessly. You will catch diseases, or you might get caught fucking someone's wife and you will die for the pussy, leaving the sun and tasty food behind. Your first duty is to please and satisfy your woman. Now, being together with a woman is difficult. Men and women are like children. Children always want to dominate, for domination is power. Now, if your woman wants something you don't, but its not important for you, let her have her way and she will think you are tolerant and loving. Only stamp your foot on the ground when something is very important for you, then she will know you are not a pushover. If you let her have her way in everything, she will not respect you, for she will think you are a weak fool, and women despise weak fools. Those of the kind of women you will see disgracing their men in public and castrating them, insulting and disrespecting them openly. However, if you always insist on having your way, she will think you are a tyrant. Therefore she will seek to bring about your downfall and celebrate your demise. Find the middle way, for extremes are fatal."

The day of the feast finally arrived. The boys and girls came out in traditional dress. The boys wore lion and leopard skins on their heads and shoulders, and loin clothes around their hips. They carried leather shields, spears, clubs and tools. The girls wore colorful, feather head dresses, and a myriad of glittering beads and amulets around their necks, arms, waists and legs, as well as bracelets. They were topless, exposing their ripe, proud breasts. Tiny, skimpy, enticing loin cloths were tied around their curvy hips. The girls carried calabashes and gourds with traditional beer. 

They got in formation and danced together, naughty, raunchy traditional dances that had the Christian moms blushing and the rest of the crowd clapping and shouting. 

Then finally, they returned home, feeling like grown men and women..

Chapter 4

Dez was raring to try out his new found knowledge on her. However, though she had now also undergone training matters of sex at the girl's camp, Trish was reluctant to have sex with Dez. She was a virgin and a devout Christian. She kissed him and let him feel her tits and ass, and she would fuck his thigh and rub her pussy all over him, but when he tried to go for the honey pot between her legs, she always told him those three little words,

"No! Stop! Don't!"

She made sure they were never alone in some place where he could fuck her. When he tried to get her to give up the goods, she said he would have to come to church, and promise the Pastor that he would marry her. And when he married her, he could have it, all he wanted. Dez told her to get off that old fashioned, narrow minded virgin till you marry shit, but she wouldn't budge.

Dez was frustrated. He was a tall, muscular, handsome guy and many girls anted him. And he had to be stuck with a girl who didn't want to fuck, when most of his mates were fucking. Trish was a great girl. She was loyal, loving, trustworthy, cool, smart, strong and he really loved her and knew she loved him to death. But she was also very strong minded.

Dez went and fucked a couple of girls that were giving it up, just to test his skills at wooing and fucking girls, and they confirmed his suspicion, that like Shabba Ranks, he was, "Mad, bad and wicked in bed, Wicked, bad and mad in a bed..."

Dez and the other boys were very open and free about sex. They would discuss what they had done with the girls they had slept with, and compare which girl had talent, tightness and skill. The girls were the same too. If one girl slept with a guy and he was weak and unskilled, she would tell her friends and that guy would be hard pressed to find a girl to fuck. They would laugh and tell him they had heard that he had a little snake in the grass without a poisonous bite, and he should go and practice and come back in some years. Once, Dez tried to fuck a pretty girl. He had been bothering her for ages and she finally let him have a crack. She was so beautiful and Dez was so horny and he came very fast. First, she laughed in disbelief, for she just couldn't believe his cheek. Then that girl got angry, she said,

"What the hell! Is this why you were bothering me, for 15 minutes worth of play. Boy, you better use your fingers to make me cum and then get the hell out!"

Dez brought her off with his fingers. By then he was hard again and ready to fuck again. She finally gave him one more chance, and spread her thighs for him, telling him he better get his act together. He fucked her for an hour non stop, flipping her around, hitting it in all sorts of positions, keeping that shit interesting and keeping the lusty girl cuming.

She was so impressed that she thanked him using proverbs and washed his dick with hot water and a sponge and rubbed it with oil. He got hard again and she rode him. Unfortunately, her dad came back from the night shift and found his daughter screaming. Dez had to jump out of the window and flee from the burly miner, leaving his shoes and shirt behind, but he was a happy, young man. He even didn't mind the blow the dad managed to give him before he escaped, for a warrior distinguished himself by his battle scars. The girl told her friends that Dez was really wicked in bed, and Dez was in demand.

He perfected his seduction and love making skills on them but never got serious. He treated them good, fucked them wonderfully and left them crying for more. 

He became famous or infamous, depending on how you looked at it. Girls looking for marriage called him a walking dick, those looking for fun called him a blessing. Word soon got around, like the song from Shabba Ranks, that went,

"I am mad, bad and wicked in bed! Through out the neighborhood the rumor it-a-spread, Girl-a-tell girl how me wicked in bed, Deadlier than Moses with his rod!"

Even a couple of young lady school teachers heard the rumor and they offered Dez private lessons in their houses. They said all they were doing was nurturing and developing a young, talented mind. But in reality, Dez was teaching them hard, wonderful lessons with his big, hard, jet black cock. One of them even bought him a jogging suit with the national colors, for she felt he had to represent the country at the Olympics, in the discipline of bedroom gymnastics.

Those girls were smart, they knew he was dating Trish, and so they didn't tell her. However, her best friend found out and she told her. Dez denied everything but he laughed. Trish bashed a girl he had fucked and she attacked him with her claws. Then she got her big brother to bash Dez. Dez was boxing, and though Trish's brother was a huge miner, they had a monumental battle and bashed each other bad. There was no clear winner.

It was normal for young men to slug it out with their fists, for these people were descended from warriors. Trish was kind of unhappy that her brother didn't win. But she didn't dump Dez, because she knew that a man didn't live by bread alone. Even her dad was married to three women, for it was their culture. A man could have as many women as he could provide for and fuck. Dez still maintained that he hadn't fucked other girls, but he asked her what she expected, since she wasn't giving up the goodies. 

Chapter 5

The truth was that Trish had a terrifying horror of being deflowered. It had two causes. One was her sheer dread of the physical pain. She had once tried to deflower herself with an oiled, unripe banana but felt such a searing pain that she screamed and stopped it. She was convinced that Dez' cock, which he liked to push against her when they kissed and made out, was much bigger and harder and would rip her in two and kill her with pain. 

The second and more important of Trish's fears was that once she started fucking Dez, she would go mad and become enslaved to the pleasures of sex. She was afraid she would lose control, to the very lively, very zealous sexual beast lurking within her; it would overpower her rational mind. 

Trish wanted to fuck Dez and feel his dick deep inside her womanhood so much it was driving her crazy. Sometimes, even when they just chatted to each other, her pussy would drip so much, soaking her panties and her clit would itch as if ants were biting it, for she found him so manly, so virile and so attractive and sexy and desired him so much. This in turn fueled her fear, that if she did let Dez have, he would fuck her out of her mind and she would never get enough of it. She feared she would not be able to think of anything else, she would not even be down on her knees, she would be down on her back, begging him please. Trish therefore hesitated to fuck him.

Dez stopped fucking around, but he needed Trish to give it up.

Now, Dez saw that he couldn't get that pussy by using his charm on her for she was a smart girl. He couldn't talk her into it, for she was stubborn. And he couldn't take it by force because Trish was big and very strong physically, and she could bite and scratch as well. But she loved him very much and didn't want to lose him so he decided to scare her. You might call him devious, but he was a cunning young man who wanted to fuck his girl, not some understanding dork talking that "I will wait for you till you are ready darling stuff."

He used Trish's best friend, Paida, for his plan. Her started talking to Paida, complaining about Trish, 

"She is a cool girl. Just be patient. Precious things come to those who wait."

"What's so precious about Trish? I used to know her when she was a little kid with snot on her nose. Who the hell does she think she is? Me, I want action."

"Dez, don't pester my friend, OK? Is it hard? Just dip it in cold water, OK? She will open her legs when she is ready. And then you can go digging as deep and as hard as you want, you horny guy!" Paida laughed heartily.

"Listen, a lot of girls want to fuck me. Am I a fool, to die of thirst when my feet are in sweet, clear waters?"

"Trish is special," Paida laughed, "her pussy is brand new from the box and not a reject, my dear."

"Listen, tell her if she doesn't wanna give up the goods, she has to at least give me you. We can bring her in in the second half, as a super substitute, when she is warmed up."

Paida laughed heartily, but he knew she would tell Trish what he said. 

Paida of course, went and told her friend, straight away. Trish said, 

"That ass hole! How can he press me like this if he loves me? He only wants to fuck me. Tell him to climb the mountain and catch and fuck an ape!"

"Trish, your boyfriend is handsome. Many girls want him. Do you want to lose him just because you are scared of dick like a little girl?"

"On whose side are you!" Trish sneered once.

"Look, men need to fuck. I am telling you as a friend, one day you will wake up and that guy will be gone, then you will run out and fuck the next fool you meet, who wont even be half as good as what you lost."

"So, you can see the future now huh? Why don't you grow dreadlocks and start charging money for your prophecies?"

"It happened to me! With my first guy! Listen, I have a suggestion. How about I fuck him for you until you are ready to fuck him. I will keep him warm for you!"

"What! You slut! Keep your hands off my man!"

"Look. Better me than someone you don't know. Coz that guy is fuckable. And you know its not good when men don't fuck. Their balls are filled with semen and they become aggressive, fighting and shit! I am just trying to promote peace. Lemme fuck him."

"He just wants to fuck me. He wont even come to church with me! That means he doesn't want people to know that we are dating."

"He loves you. But give him some, instead of giving it all to me..." Paida chuckled, for though she had a boyfriend and Trish was dating Dez, they sometimes still ate each other, when their parents thought they were just reading together in a room.

Chapter 6

"Go to church with her Desmond, and just pretend to pray and stuff, then you will get it," Paida told Dez the next time she saw him.

"Me in church! You know that song from Yellow Man, "Only fools go to church on Sunday?"

"Dez, you know the saying that goes, "No juicy, fat buck ever fell into the jaws of a lioness as it was sleeping." If you want something, you have to work for it. Just fool her, get her guard down, say, "Close your eyes and let us pray..." then put it fast. You have to be smart!" Paida laughed. "But don't put it in her in the church OK? Your girlfriend is very horny, but she is very scared. Now, I am giving you two weeks, if you don't show me her panties in two weeks time, I will slap you and tell the world you are gay!"

To Trish, Paida said that if she didn't fuck Dez in two weeks, she was fucking him. She then said she was joking, but Trish was on guard and wondering if she should scratch her and bash her friend just a little bit.

Dez didn't want to go to church for he was annoyed with the role the Europeans churches played in colonizing Africa. Whilst their white brothers were dispossessing the Africans, taking away their lands and gold and cattle and sending all the money to Europe, the Pastors were forcefully converting the blacks to Christianity, telling them only the meek shall enter the mighty Kingdom in the sky. If any Africans refused to attend church, they were forcefully evicted from their homes by the white Pastors along with the colonial Police, back then.

However, Trish was taking the church thing very seriously and so he decided to play the role. 

He started attending church with her and Trish was happy. She would hold hands proudly with him. Dez even sang in the choir and he acted all zealous and in the congregation he became known as Brother Desmond!

His mom and everyone else was surprised. He joined religious discussion groups and then he became frustrated, for whenever he found some things which didn't rhyme, he was told not be carnal minded, but to just accept and believe. For example, he asked why the church insisted on one man marrying only one woman, when King David, a man who talked directly with Him, had more than five hundred wives and concubines. The explanation he got was, that was only something in type, representing The Son and his bride, the various congregations.

After a while, he was told to stop asking questions and just pray and the answers would come. This was simply too thin for Dez, so he concentrated himself on fucking Trish.

His opportunity came when they attended a Christian Youth Convention, out of town, where they were supposed to spend the days and nights singing songs and attending services. 

Late on the first night, Dez eventually talked her into going for a walk with him. He took her out into the dark, warm African night, and they held hands as they strolled through a nearby forest. Trish was scared and held on tightly to him. He leaned against a tree and pulled her body to him.

"Dez, we are at a convention, don't do anything sinful please," Trish said. "I wont let you."

"I just want a little hug, come on..."

Once he got his hands on her, she was in trouble. Like the smart, cunning warrior he was, Dez saw his chance and he utilized it. He stroked her with his big, strong but gentle hands and she found her strong, lusty body turning to soft putty. She leaned into him, molding her soft, feminine body into his muscular frame. He worked her back and hips and his talent caused wonderful thrills to course through her body and her skin became all tingly and hot. She started breathing like she had just run a hundred meters. 

Then Dez kissed her thick, lush, soft lips. At first, she pressed them together. But he stroked and massaged them with his hot, wet tongue as his hands explored and caressed her hips and ass, making her body feel so good, like it was immersed in a warm, prickly champagne bath. She wanted to tell him to stop his hands wandering around her ass property, but she only managed to moan and open her lips. Then he kissed her gently, sweetly and made her get all dizzy and her knees became so weak she would have tottered, but his strong arms held her and his tongue bore deep into her mouth. Gradually, he coaxed her tongue into a wet slippery dance and she found herself slurping and sucking on his thick lips.

Then he turned them around and eased her onto the big tree, gently pushing his powerful thigh between her legs and grinding it softly into her excited, prickly pussy. He started kissing her fiercely and she found herself moaning and kissing and hugging him back passionately. He stroked her belly and his fingers felt like butterfly wings, incensing her. Then, stealthily, like a thief in the night, he sneaked her top off her breasts and started stroking her thick, heavy, soft, ripe breasts so lovingly. She heard shrill alarm bells ringing, but ere she could stop him, his hands were inside her bra, exciting her nipples till they got so hard she thought they would explode. The alarm bells soon seemed so distant and irrelevant. Then he was kissing and nibbling his way down her chin, to her soft, supple neck, making her hiss and gasp. His thick, hungry lips closed over an engorged nipple and his tongue and teeth teased her so good she felt sharp bolts of lightning lancing straight to her excited clit that was already getting so itchy in her panties. 

She started rolling her head against the tree, making sounds in her throat and her arms snaked around his head to hug him tightly to her bosom. Dez now grabbed her nice, thick butt cheeks, squeezed them, making her shudder mightily, and then he was working them up and down, round and round, back and forth, making her ride his powerful thigh with her hot, dripping pussy. She couldn't believe all the bodily pleasure she was now engulfed in. A searing wave of lust overpowered her, taking possession of her faculties, releasing the lusty, horny African woman years of church and conditioning had tried to suppress. Her lips pulled back in an animal snarl and lusty girl gave an anguished growl.

Then she was groaning, grunting, jerking and dry humping his thighs like a dog in heat. She pumped her powerful hips lustily, with ever growing speed and urgency until and she felt like a bush fire was raging in her loins. Then suddenly, she was cuming, hard! Her clit exploded in hot, tiny shreds and she threw her head back and saw a multitude of fiery stars in her head. Dez kept working her, sending her leaping from one shattering orgasm to the next. She finally just flopped back against the tree, dead to the world, as she wallowed in bliss.




The First Foundation Pt. 01



When they returned to join the others, she wore a dreamy, satisfied, elated smile on her face. 

Initially, Trish felt guilty and told Dez what they did was wrong. Dez told her, 

"You, don't be guided too much by the church. The whites brought it when they colonized us and took us away as slaves. They said lets close our eyes and pray and when we opened our eyes, we had the bible and they had taken everything else. Do you wanna give them dominion over that beautiful black pussy as well?"

"I own my pussy! Nobody tells me what to do with it."

Chapter 7

Dez was patient, taking her gradually deeper and deeper and into the forbidden pleasures of the flesh that her parents and the pastor were conditioning her against. His dad would never have let him get his fuck on in the house, for he didn't want an unwanted pregnancy or stress with the neighbors However, Dez had a cousin who lived alone and let him have the keys to the house.

It was there Dez took her so they could "study" in peace. However, instead of reading books, they would hang out and make out on a couch. He kissed her, stroked her and worked magic on her body with his hands, eventually taking off her top and bra, and feeding greedily on her appetizing breasts. She blushed and fought him weakly, or rather, pretended to, as he eased his hands in under her skirt. But as his skilled fingers worked her excited womanhood, Trish started moaning, her well licked breasts heaving to her heavy breathing. She let him part her thighs. He eased his digits into her soaked panties and they met with her crinkly bush and her dripping, soft pussy. She shuddered as if shocked by electricity.

"No! Stop it!" she wailed weakly, even as she pushed her hips up to offer him her pussy. His agile, dexterous fingers played her cunt like King David's harp and made her sing sweet sonnets. As he stroked her slit and rubbed her engorged clit, a searing blaze engulfed her loins and sharp thrill coursed through her body, making her feel like her whole skin was fizzling with bubbles. She started rolling her lusty hips, fucking his digits with ever rising urgency, till she was fucking his hand wantonly and yanking his face to her tits. 

His finger tips were in the mouth of her cunt and it was now clenching powerfully, trying to suck them inside. He eased his small finger inside and it was gripped in a tight, hot, wet, vice grip. She winced for a second, but as he started stroking her engorged clit with his thumb, she started moaning and fucking his hand back. She kept moaning and fucking his hand, so he kept working her, and Trish rode from one orgasm to the next, each more shattering than the last. Her face became a tortured mask. She started heaving and writhing powerfully, like a trapped anaconda, banging the back of her head into the couch and growling like a lioness through clenched teeth. Then she shoved him away and rolled onto her belly, hiding her face and gasping heavily for breath.

She then dressed again and said,

"Lets read. I told you I don't like messing around. Its wrong." Then she kissed him on the lips and said, "Thanks honey. Just don't do it ever again."

"Look at this," he showed her the bulge in his pants.

"That's what you get for being naughty and stubborn."

"Stroke it and release me from my pain."

"No. Coz then you will want to put it in."

"So? I am your boyfriend."

"That's fornication. And, if I let you fuck me, you will think I am a whore. Then you will go off and marry a virgin, and the guy I will marry will think I am a whore that fucked a thousand guys before him."

"That's old fashioned, man. And, anyway, you can just pretend to scream, then pour some cow's blood from the butchers all over the sheets and he wont even know." Dez laughed. But Trish wasn't joking.

Dez was patient like a stalker. He kept torturing her with pleasure, eventually replacing his little finger with the middle one in her tight, virgin pussy. She fucked it lustily, till she would grab his hand and stand up over him, to dance on his digit and fuck the skin off it.

Dez was amused by the battle raging within her, between lust, desire, raging hormones and her conditioning. Her desire won. She started getting daring and bolder, till she was stroking his cock through his shorts. Then one afternoon, after he had made her cum and then licked his soaked fingers clean, moaning with relish, she turned into a beast. She attacked his lips ferociously as she shoved her hands in his pants and showed him what she had learned. Skillfully, she grabbed his fat cock and stroked it till he was tossing on the couch, his eyes rolling and his tongue lolling out of his mouth like he was a moron. Then she made his dick explode in his undies.

He could have taken her then, but he wanted her to beg for it.

Trish became restless. When he stroked her cunt, she would look at him like she expected him to do more. When he asked if she wanted it, however, she always blushed and said no. Dez would laugh and tell her she would only get it if she asked politely and nicely.

Trish was getting very frustrated indeed. She wanted to fuck Dez, but she wanted him to be the one to make the move, and make her do it. She found it cruel of him, that he was trying to force her hand. But Trish was a cunning woman.

One afternoon, she teased him and asked him if he was a real soldier or if he carried a big gun loaded with blanks.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. A fool will die of thirst whilst his feet are in sweet water. I have said all I have to say."

"Girl, watch it. Don't slap a sleeping lion!"

"Why not? When it is toothless."

Dez invited her to his cousin's house when the guy was at work. He cooked her a tasty meal, that had her licking her fingers. He spiced it with tasty herbs that got his dick hard and her pussy flowing like a river. They chased their meal down with a glass of white wine. Trish was so horny she couldn't even hide it

He pulled her into his arms on the couch and devoured her luscious, dark lips, running his hands over her soft, heavy breasts. She pretended to stroke him a bit, then her hand made for the bulge in his pants. Dez opened her shirt and bra and removed them. She pulled his shirt off and they embraced each other, their hot young bodies melting together. They kissed languidly, drinking each other's saliva and sucking tongues down their throat. 

Finally, heads reeling, they pulled back and gazed at each other's alluring body, stroking and caressing each other. Trish ran her hands lightly over his powerful chest and defined belly, tweaking on his nipples and scratching his skin lightly. He shivered as she pinched his nipples sharply.

"Gosh," he rasped. "I wonder what else you learned."

"Find out," she rasped and pushed her breasts in his face. He groaned, cupping her breasts and stroking her nipples, making them instantly stiff.

"Here, you look like you are starving," Trish said, with no sign of her earlier shyness. 

She held them up and fed him, moaning as he groaned, sucked and chewed. Dez wrapped his arms around her and pulled her across his thigh, cupping her ass cheeks, squeezing them and using them to grind her pussy into his thigh. She started shuddering and moaning, wrapping her arms around his head and yanking him to her breasts. He eased her skirt up around her hips and mauled her ass as he ground his cock into her pussy. Trish writhed and heaved and then she was cumming in her pants, moaning for him not to stop.

She leaned against the tree gasping.

Then he eased his hand between her juicy, cocoa brown thighs and cupped her itchy pussy through her thin, drenched panties and squeezed. Trish moaned sweetly and parted her thighs for him. Dez eased her panties off her slit and stroked her gash.

"Here, let me wet your fingers," Trish moaned. She took his hand and licked all his digits wet. When they returned to her pussy she moaned, Ah, that is much better. Oh!!1 You are good! Did they teach you that! Ah!!! You are gonna make me cum soon You can put your finger in, if you want! The middle one..." she moaned, writhing on the couch, sinking her fingers into his shoulders as she pushed her cunt out at him.

"What if I don't want?"

"Do it or you wont fuck me today! Put it in. Carefully... Ah yes!!! Sssss!""

He pushed his thick middle finger into her hot, tight virgin hole and she winced but pushed her hips against him. He started sliding it in and out, stroking her clit with his thumb and she was moaning and gasping, fucking his hand lustily till she came again. 

Trish was reeling and feeling light headed when she was suddenly aware that he had opened his his pants and dropped his cock in her hands. Instinctively, she grabbed his shaft possessively, feeling it throb and pulse. His lips closed over hers and he kissed her fiercely his hand returning to stroke her cunt. Trish was overwhelmed with lust. She purred and yanked his his cock, jerking him with ever growing urgency with a feverish look on his face. Dez almost feared she would break his cock, the way she was twisting and squeezing and pulling on it. But it felt so good and his hips started fucking her hands lustily. Dez soon threw himself back on the couch, bucking wildly. Trish gasped as she stared at her dainty hands holding up his long, hard, big, jet black cock. She stared at it with fear in her eyes, coupled with curiosity and lust. But fear was the biggest emotion he could see. 

Putting on some bravado, Trish slid onto her knees between his thighs and spat on her palms and grabbed him confidently. 

"Don't stare at my face or I will stop it," she pouted. Blushing and averting her eyes, she she took it at the it at the base and pulling her hands off it smoothly, alternately Dez moaned, feeling himself grow longer and harder. She wrapped one hand around the base and started pumping it as the other rolled around the head and played with his foreskin, making the fat tip feel so wonderful.

"You like huh?" Trish teased, smiling suddenly at him, with excitement, pride and excitement in her eyes. 

"Oh, that's so good baby. Don't stop!" he moaned huskily.

"Am I the best daddy!"

"Oh yes baby! You are!!! Ah! Yes!!! Oh!!!"

Trish now felt power over him, absolute power. She had a wicked smile on her face, as she gazed from his frenzied face to his cock and back. She licked her palm and made it real wet. Then she wrapped it around his head and started fucking it, sending it pushing through and swallowing it up again as her other hand pumped powerfully up and down his shaft, slapping into his crotch, sending him rushing to his orgasm. His cock swelled so large and hard she thought it would burst. She was really enjoying playing with it, but then Dez stood up and scooped her up, to carry her into the bedroom and lay her down on his cousin's double bed. The springs creaked as he climbed besides her. 

"Do you have condoms?" she rasped. He nodded. Trish looked scared, but she raised her hips and pushed her skirt and panties halfway down her ass. Dez removed them and Trish lay back on the bed, naked, her alluring body on display for his greedy eyes. 

Her caramel brown body was lightly covered in sweat and looking like a tasty, freshly baked bun. Her breasts stood like two proud mountains, with a deep valley between them. Dez moaned as he gazed at her gorgeous, curvy hips, her juicy thighs and the thick, dark bush between them. Her legs were pressed together, hiding her pussy.

"Show it to me."

"Wanna see it?" he nodded hastily. Trish raised her knees. Then she slowly let them fall apart and Dez saw her lush, dark, crinkly bush, split by a shiny, pink gash, guarded by two dark, long, furled lips.

"My gosh! You are staring like a starving dog looking at meat!"

Then she reached between her legs and grabbed her thick outer lips and slowly pulled them apart, to reveal a pink, shiny hole that was welling with droplets of moisture.

The smell of her aroused womanhood hit his nostrils and his cock got so hard he thought it would burst the condom.

"Now, come and put in me. But be very, very careful, all right."

Trish raised her thighs and spread them, pulling her knees to her chest so easily. She kept her lips stretched open. Dez climbed between her thighs and brought his thick cock to her dripping hole.

"Now, come and bite me with your snake!" she rasped, gazing fearfully at his cock, which had grown rock hard again. Put on a condom."

Dez' heart thudded like a drum as he grabbed a condom from his discarded pants. He ripped it open. He almost blushed as Trish stared at him sliding the rubber over the head.

"Gosh, you really have a big one, Dez. That is a cobra! I tell you. I think I don't want it!"

"You are mad," Dez said, lowering himself down on her. Trish suddenly seemed undecided. She started pushing him away. He forced himself between her thighs. She tried to slap and scratch him, so he caught her hands and pinned them down with one hand.

"Relax, you are no longer a kid, hey!" he said, rubbing his cock into her cunt. 

"Yes! Get off me you brute!" she gasped, stiffening sharply.

"Am I a fool or what?" he chuckled, lining his fat, hard dick with her hole. 

Trish gasped and fought him hard. If he wanted it, he had to conquer her. Dez laughed and held her pressed down then Trish screamed as he hammered his thick cock into her dripping, tight hole. She had never felt such searing, immense pain in her whole life. She felt like jumping up and running through the streets naked, just to get away from that big, hard dick.

But Dez held her down and shoved himself all the way into her. He eased back and rammed it deep inside her again. Trish screamed again and he gagged her mouth with his hand. She bit his fingers like a little leopard.

"Take it out you animal. You are splitting me in two. Stop it. Enough! I don't want anymore!"

"Alright, relax and lemme take it out," Dez said sincerely, and pulled out almost all the way. Then he rammed it into her and she screamed. Dez pushed up her her legs, grabbing her ass cheeks and started fucking her, hard and deep. All she felt was immense pain as his thick meat ripped into her cunt, again and again. She started crying, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Shall I stop?" he asked, looking worried.

"No! Finish it! Open me up!" she sobbed and banged her fists into his ass.

Then after what seemed like an eternity, he started grunting and his cock seemed to swell even larger. Then he was jerking and grunting like a beast and she knew he was cumming. She felt his cock jerk powerfully in her hole, so often. She opened her eyes and his face stared down at her, looking anguished, like a beast in pain. She forgot all her pain and laughed. He laughed and came down on her. He kissed her and she kissed him back. He moved in her and she winced and cried with pain.

"Ouch! Thanks for raping me!" she winced as he pulled out of her. The condom was covered in blood and so full of cum. 

"Oh shit Dez. Its still so painful. How am I gonna walk? How will I go to school tomorrow. And I am bleeding like a pig! I hate you!"

Trish would not be calmed down. She gave him hateful looks as she hastily got dressed, her eyes all teary. She stormed off home, with tissues stuffed into her panties. He had to run to catch up with her but she would talk to him. 

The following day, she wouldn't talk to him as they walked to school. And the next. 

After three days, the pain finally left. Trish was relived. She had begun to think it would never go away. On the fifth, she was home alone after school. She took a green banana from a grove in her parents back yard. It was a small one. 

She oiled it up lavishly with olive oil and took it to her room. She dropped her panties, sat on the edge of her bed, spread her thighs and rubbed it up and down her slit. It felt cold and hard, but her pussy started moistening fast. She slowly eased it inside her hole. It didn't hurt. She moved it back and forth and it felt good. But it was a little too hard and too small. She dropped her skirt and went and got a bigger, riper one, that was closer to the size of Dez' cock. She dipped it in hot water, oiled it lavishly and eased it in. It didn't hurt. And it felt nicer and softer than the first. She crawled back on her bed, propped herself up on some pillows, and gazed at her pussy as she slowly fucked herself with the banana. It felt so good, she started rolling her hips, fighting to stifle her moans. She stroked her clit with her free hand and came so hard, biting on her tongue. She felt something warm drip down into her crack. She feared it was blood. She scooped it up and it was clear, pure pussy juice. She tasted herself from her fingers and liked it. She brought the banana to her lips and licked it clean. Then she fucked herself again with it and came again, and licked the banana clean. She was thinking of doing it a third time when she heard her mom arrive. She peeled the banana, rubbed it in her crease and then ate it. It wasn't completely ripe, but somehow, it tasted so good.

She practiced with herself for several days, trying out the things they had learned in their training. When she could put a banana's tip into the mouth of her pussy, swallow it in without using her hand, squeeze it and push it back and forth and then expel it, she knew she was ready.

Chapter 8

Dez was walking Trish home from school on a Friday. They were strolling along slowly, holding hands. Trish asked him what he would be doing that evening.

"If you were not so keen on reading, maybe you could visit me tonight. I am babysitting for my aunt. She and her husband are traveling Come at seven, knock on the window, the first to the right at the back at seven. Don't let anyone see you. And bring condoms. Maybe I will let you hit this," Trish pulled her panties off her pussy for a second and flashed him her dripping slit. He gasped and his dick jumped in his pants. Then she pushed her skirt down, chuckling. 

Around early evening, when it was dark, he walked to Trish's aunt's house, pretended to be walking past, and then opened the low gate quietly, and sneaked in. He peeped in through the living room window. Trish's three young cousins were watching some TV show. Dez sneaked to the back of the house. He saw Trish through a chink in the curtain, lying on her Aunt's large bed, wearing a short skirt and a loose top. He knocked lightly. Trish looked up and smiled, put her fingers to her lips, went to a ghetto blaster, switched it on and turned it up loudly. Then she opened the window quietly. She gave him her hand and helped him climb in. The room was in pitch darkness. He could hardly see her.

"Did you get the condoms?"

"Yes!"

Then they were falling over each other, hugging and kissing like two animals in heat. They ripped off each other's clothes. Trish was in command. She sat on the bed, grabbed his cock and found it large and hard. She stroked it up and down, felt him shake, heard him moan. She gave a nasty, dirty chuckle and asked him to put the condom on. He searched frantically in his discarded trouser pocket.

"Relax, its not running away," she chuckled.

He slid the tight, plastic sheath over his bursting shaft. Then she grabbed his cock and pulled him onto the bed and between her splayed, juicy thighs. He came down on her warm soft body, smelling her perfume and he felt so good he moaned. 

"Go up a bit," she said, pushing up his chest. 

He raised himself up on his arms as Trish guided him to her slit. She lodged the tip in her hole.

"Are you waiting for me to beg you to enter like a visitor or what, dummy?" she teased and chuckled. "Slowly!"

Dez pushed and felt his cock enter a slippery, hot, clutching, fleshy hole. Trish moaned. He kept pushing and it seemed to go on forever. Then finally, his hips rested on hers, his crotch pressed against her soft, pubic hair.




The First Foundation Pt. 01



"You are big. You are filling me up so nicely, yunno."

"I like to do my best!" he chuckled. She squeezed his cock with her pussy and he groaned.

"This is nothing. Wait and see. You will scream for your mom, I tell you!" Trish chuckled dirtily, then she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him hungrily. "Go on, give me some," she told me between kisses.

He started pumping his hips and felt his cock slide in and out of her hot, tight, squeezing hole. Trish cried into his mouth and her body writhed against his, her hips pumping lustily up and down. The bed started creaking beneath them. Dez felt wonderful. He was in his first pussy and it was beautiful. He was so excited. His heart was hammering and his cock felt like it was exploding. 

"Trish! You are a princess. A queen! My!!!" he didn't even know what to call her.

"And when I do this, what will you call me then?" Trish said huskily, and her pussy started stroking and massaging his cock. It was exquisite and unbelievable.

"Witch!" Dez swore and his hips started thrusting faster and harder, sending his thick meat sloshing in and out of Trish's weeping, tight hole. Trish wrapped her arms and legs around him and thrust her hips up to meet him. They started moving faster and faster, and so smoothly, with so much ease. Soon, they were revving in a blur, slapping lightly into his. He felt his cock grow rigid as his body was overwhelmed by wonderful, sharp, sweet sensations. 

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" he groaned.

"Stop!" Trish rasped, pinching his nipple sharply. "Not yet! Slowly! Smoothly. Relax and let me show you how I like it. Call me your teacher."

She took hold of his hips and guided him, making him pump up and down smoothly, rolling her hips up and down, round and round to meet him. His thick cock slid in and out of her wet tunnel, over and over again. She started moaning sweetly, softly. 

"That's good baby. Play with me. Dance in my pussy! Oh!" 

Trish grabbed his ass cheeks and felt them flex, clench and loosen, as they rolled round and round. "Oh shit!!! That's talent Dez! Yes!!!" She gripped him as tightly as she could with her pussy.

"Oh Trish! How can you do this to me! You want me to go mad don't you! Now I am losing it! Oh!!!!"

"Now do it faster and harder. Yes!!! Whip me with it! Punish me! Show me that you are a man!" She pulled her thighs up, spread them wide open and offered him her cunt. He started plunging his cock into her dripping cunt, banging it in, hearing and feeling it slosh in her wetness.

Trish threw her hips up to meet him, zealously. Sometimes she would glue them to his and roll and grind them vigorously. Dez could see he was a virgin, but Trish was an expert. He wondered for a second, was she a whore? Where did she learn all that from, such a young woman, only 17 and fucking him like a veteran hooker.

His cock got so hard and he didn't care. All he wanted was to stab it so deep in her, deeper and deeper and then explode! He could see it cuming. 

Then she sank her fingers into his cheeks and pinched him hard, making him hiss with pain.

"Where are you rushing to. Stop. Take it out..." She pulled her hips away and he could feel the cool air through the condom. "Am I good? Am I pleasing you!" she asked.

Trish raised her thighs and spread them, pulling her knees to her chest so easily. Then she took her feet and locked them behind her back. Dez gasped. 

"You are provoking a sleeping lion Trish!" he groaned in warning. 

"Make that snake come and slither into its cave, nice and slow. Don't rush."

Dez brought his thick cock to her dripping hole. He pressed it in and it was sucked in by her cunt. When it was almost all the way in, she said stop, and started stroking it with her cunt. He saw her lower belly seeming to undulate as his meat was massaged, stroked and milked smoothly.

"Oh my gosh! Do you have a hand in there, you witch!"

"Ten!" she laughed. "Now, feel this..."

She started revving her cunt like an engine, starting slowly and speeding up to a crescendo, then stopping and starting all over again. Dez stared crying in a deep, anguished voice from pleasure. Just as he thought he was about to explode, she pushed him out, expelled him with her cunt and laughed heartily, enjoying torturing him with pleasure. 

His cock twitched and reared angrily, small amounts of cum flowing into the condom. She made him kneel upright, and slapped her thighs around him, hooking her feet together on the small of his back. She raised her hips from the bed, carrying her weight on her shoulders. 

"Put it back in," she told him and he did. 

Then she started rolling them round and round, up and down, smoothly, slowly at first. Dez stared like a moron, at her pretty smiling face, her big, heaving tits, her nice, rotating hips and her dripping, hungry pussy, which was riding up and down, round and round his pole, bringing him incensing pleasure. He was gasping and groaning, from deep in his chest.

Trish was playing with him at first, then her movements gained urgency.

"Oh, your cock feels good. Its a good one. Push it in to meet me. Yes. Follow my rhythm, you moron. Uh huh! That it. You got it now. Give it to me! Oh yes! Please darling! Don't stop! Yes!"

Dez decided it was his turn to show her now. He grabbed her hips and started dancing in her pussy. He rolled his ass round and round, up and down, rhythmically, nice and slowly. 

Trish cried sweetly, feeling incensed as his crotch rubbed tantalizingly into hers, stimulating her engorged clit whilst his thick, hard, throbbing cock slid in and out of her pussy, making her walls scream with pleasure. 

"Oh, you are a star! Yes darling! Stab me with it. I cant believe this. A kid I saw growing up is fucking me so good! You are naughty! Oh yes!!!"

Dez suddenly pulled back and hammered his cock into her. He ground his hips tortuously into her, the base of his cock rubbing vigorously into her clit. Trish bawled with pleasure.

"Oh yes darling! I love you baby!" She smacked his chest and grabbed his muscles, pulling on them. 

"You have seen nothing yet," Dez chuckled, then he bit his lower lip, grabbed a firm hold of her hips and fucked her hard and fast, pounding her cunt mercilessly.

"Oh yes! Punish me baby! Ah!!!! Yes!!!!!!"

Trish clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle her moans, then she bit into it. Her pretty, light chocolate face became a tortured grimace. Then she was jerking wildly and her pussy was clutching at his cock so violently he thought she would rip the condom off, but it stayed on. His cock started burning, but he could not stop moving. He kept pounding her and Trish's eyes rolled back in her head and she made strange sounds, like a turkey as her hips were hit by jerks and spasms. 

Then she dropped her hips from him, leaving his cock rearing in the air and chuckled softly, gasping for breath.

"Dear mama! Come down to me honey..." she held her arms up.

He lowered himself to her and she guided him back inside and embraced him, with her arms and legs. He moaned as he wallowed in her soft, hot body. Their mouths found each other and they kissed languidly, deeply.

"Oh, you are so good. Yes!!!!" she hissed. "Here, let me breast feed you my baby! Come get some milk for being such a good boy!"

Trish pulled his face down to her breasts and pushed a hot, hard nipple into his mouth. As he sucked on it, her body shuddered and she pumped and ground her hips against his cock lustily. She fed him both her big, soft breasts and then she pushed him up and told him to push it in, slow and smooth, but as deep as he could.

"Oh yes!!! If you keep that up its going to come right out of my mouth darling! You are going to choke me with that dangerous hunting club for sure!"

Her dirty talk inspired him to fuck her harder and deeper. He would ram it into her, pull it out slowly and ram it in again, with all his power and she would cry sharply and shudder mightily each time. That was obviously exactly how she liked it and he was happy to do it and make her happy. She clapped her hands, called him a star, pushed her pussy out at him and said to spear it. 

"I don't know what to give you. Honestly Dez. I will climb to the sky and get the moon for you..." he laughed. "Don't laugh darling, keep on doing it. You can do it faster now, yes, faster and harder. But don't finish yet, I need a lot of this. OK honey? You are gonna give me a lot? Till its coming out of my ears. Ah yes!! Oh yes, yes, yes! You are making me so happy."

Dez' body was all sweaty now. Trish's small hands were stroking him, squeezing and grabbing his muscles so hard it was almost painful. He loved it when she pinched his nipples and made showers break out all over his body.

"Oh yes! Punish me with it. Teach me a lesson! Oh yes!!! Punish me with that big log!" her voice was becoming more and more frenzied, and her hips were jerking sharply to meet him, grinding her clit into the base of his cock.

Now she locked her feet around his hips and started squeezing his chest muscles hard. Then she sucked on his nipples. Dez felt shivers all over his body and gave her a mighty thrust. She cried sharply and bit chest with her sharp teeth. He pulled back slowly and shoved it into her with all his might! He heard her give a loud gasp and then her body was jerking violently under him. 

Dez forgot about his own pleasure. He felt so good, seeing her wild arousal, knowing he was causing it. Trish clenched her teeth and started making guttural, animal groans from deep in her chest like she was very enraged and suffering much pain. Her arms and legs wrapped so tightly around him like she wanted to crash him to powder and she writhed and jerked violently. He felt as if her pussy clutching and tugging at his cock and contracting tightly around it. Then she cried sharply and bit his shoulder making him yelp. Her body suddenly went all soft and limp.

"Finish now," she said in a very happy, relaxed voice, her pretty face smiling happily. "Show me that you are a man! Kill me with it." She grabbed her feet, pulled them wide apart and pushed her cunt out at him.

Dez needed no second bidding. He bit his lower lip, propped himself up on his elbow and hammered her cunt to an oblivion. He hit her pussy as hard as he could, his hips slapping into her crotch. Then his balls seemed to explode like bombs. His hips jerked out of control and then something exploded in his head. His cock kicked as he shot wad after wad of cum into her. Then he felt blissful and exhausted and sank down onto Trish. She hugged his sweating body and kissed his face lovingly. When he came he had no control over himself. He roared like a lion, hearing her scream her lungs out as his exploding cock jerked and leaped inside her contracting, orgasming cunt.

Suddenly there was knocking on the door and voices of kids were asking

"Cousin Trish? Are you alright?"

"Yes. Go away!"

"Why are you crying?"

"I am not crying! I was singing you fool! Go and watch TV. I am coming."

Finally the kids went away. Trish and Dez chuckled.

"Oh my gosh! You really made me scream there. Catch the condom and take it out!"

He pulled it out. She pulled the condom off him, tied it together and rolled off the bed. She picked her clothes from the floor, put them on and left the room, taking the key out of the hole and locking the door from outside. 

She came back shortly, with two glasses of instant orange. She locked the door, slid in besides him snuggled up to him. As they sipped their drink, her hand stroked his belly and then found his cock and she started stroking it back to full hardness.

"They are watching TV, the kids. Do you want me to ride you?"

"Yes!"

"Make me naked, darling."

Trish was now very confident and excited and so full of desire. She got him rock hard, slid another condom over him and then she slid on top of him. She crouched over him and guided his dick into her slit and then she planted her hands on his chest and started stroking and tweaking his nipples. At first she didn't move as she worked his cock with her pussy, showing off and getting them both very horny.

Then she wanted to be fucked, so she started pumping and rolling her hips up and down, round and round, riding his dick and driving him mad. Her hot, wet, tight pussy slid up and down his cock and it felt so good. She was moaning and telling him how good it felt, how she was feeling his spear all the way to her heart and Dez could only groan deep in his chest. He felt like she was the best, the only woman on Earth.

At first Dez stared at his cock going in and out of the pink insides of her split, gaping, dark pussy. Then he forced himself to look at her face, for he would have cum instantly, had he kept gazing at the horny sight. She was smiling with joy, absolutely enjoying fucking him. He began to wonder if the women were taught to please men really, or rather to please themselves, or if it was the same.

She rode him slowly and smoothly. Then as the heat in her loins rose to a searing, maddening level, her pretty face turned into an animal snarl and her hands sank into his powerful chest muscles like talons. She growled through clenched teeth as she pounded his cock hard and fast. Dez felt his dick turn red hot as her pussy was suddenly so tight around him. She fucked him even faster and faster, breathing through her clenched throat. Then she was shuddering and bucking and crying, bawling in agonized pleasure.

Just when he was about to cum, she jumped off his cock, gripped it and gave it light slaps, laughing and gasping. Then she rode him reverse cowgirl style, leaning forwards, grabbing on to his feet, letting him gaze at her big, fine, round chocolate ass as she rode his bursting dick slowly. 

"Like that ass honey? Like it huh! Why don't you grab it and pinch it. Smack it. Oh yes!!!! Uhhhhhhh!!!!! Ssssssss!!!!"

Dez was only too glad to oblige, slapping her cheeks hard and they didn't even move, so tight was a big ass. His dick got so turgid, jutting like a huge pillar out of her cunt, and it was almost white, from the covering of her thick secretions that were flowing copiously out of her excited tunnel.

Then she was pummeling it again, moaning and gasping and cuming all over his cock. Again, as he was about to cum, she jumped off him.

She crawled to the window, leaned on the sill, bent over and wagged her ass invitingly at him.

"Why don't you come on over and smash my big ass, darling. Pound it to an oblivion!!!"

Dez shot to his knees, crawled hastily to her and grabbed her hips, shoved it in and pounded her as hard as he could. She squeezed her cunt tightly around him and buried her face in the mattress He wanted to fuck her forever but he didn't last long. His cock exploded and he came so hard. He felt as if the whole universe exploded with his balls, his cock and his head. 

He became a million pieces of shining, glittering fragments floating through the galaxies. Then they gathered together and he became himself again, a happy, young man that had just lost his virginity. He turned to Trish and kissed and hugged her lovingly. 

"Will you parents freak out if you don't come home?"

"No. I sometimes sleep at my Uncle's."

"Did you bring many condoms?"

"I have three more."

"Good. I bought another three!"

"Why is Christmas coming so early this year."

"I will tell you soon. Lemme go and feed the brats and put them to bed. I will have to lock you in though. Put on whatever music you like, darling."

Dez was in a daze as he left her early the next morning and rushed home to shower and go to bed. He was glad it was a Saturday. He slept till late afternoon when his brother woke him up to go to boxing training. 

His back was sore and his balls were aching. Trish was unbelievable. He wondered if all women had such an appetite for sex. Sometimes, he had seen his dad looking weary. He wondered if his mom had done that to him, for he knew his mom was strong, physically. His brother kept asking him why the hell he was smiling like a fool. Dez almost told him, "I fucked Trish, you fool!"

That Saturday evening, he returned to Trish's Aunt's house and they fucked all night. On Sunday afternoon, he met her and her young cousins after church and they went to a fair in a neighboring town. 

They felt like a couple, with their family. Dez looked at Trish and she looked back at him. They smiled affectionately and started kissing. Then they noticed that one of the kids was missing, the smallest, the three year old one. They fell into panic and searched frantically for her. Dez found her. Trish chided her and then hugged her and held her up in her arms lovingly.

Dez was reminded of home. He looked at Trish and all he wanted was to have a happy home with her, holding her, loving her, fucking her long and good. And feeling that magical pussy all over his cock.

Dez was soon glad he had his training, for Trish was a lioness in bed. She was a keen sportswoman, very fit and she was a very sexual being. Her hips revved and circulated like an engine, her ass rolled and it could shake and pop like a saltshaker. And she had a tight, hot, deep, dripping pussy that never got enough of his big, hard, marauding cock. She could cum a thousand times and still want more, and Dez was glad to be the one to give her all the dick she needed. 

The two of them fucked in any and every position imaginable. He flipped her on her back, danced in her pussy till she came hard and begged him to hammer her and send his cock straight through to her mouth. He flipped her over and rode that fine, big ass till she was screaming for him to shove it in and send it right out of her back. Or they would do it standing. Trish liked to jump in his arms and wrap her legs around his waist then she would tell him to go strolling and pumping. When his sweaty, over used body needed rest she would ride him, dancing on his dick and pummeling his groin with her mons. They fucked each other to death and back to life again.

Trish's fear became a reality. She was really addicted to sex. She loved fucking Dez. She couldn't get enough. They met and fucked at least three times a week at his cousin's house. She preferred his dick raw and when ever she was in the less dangerous parts of her menstrual cycle, she would let him ride her like a horse, bareback and she always came so hard when he exploded in her cunt and pumped copious amounts of cum into her.

However, she noticed with relief that she was entirely only fixated on fucking him. She could still concentrate on school work and the rest of her life, even though Dez and his sexy body and big dick were always on her mind.

Chapter 9

After they graduated from high school, Trish went off to study in the capital city, but Dez stayed at home to run his dad's supermarket and he started an accountancy correspondence degree program. Dez did not want her to go far away, and he decided to break up with her because he did not want a long distance relationship. 

Dez was in his element, running his dad's supermarket. He managed things perfectly and soon was in charge. The old boy dropped by once in a while, but left everything in Dez' hands. Dez decided to expand the business. He talked his dad into taking a bank loan and they opened a couple of new branches in nearby towns.

Now, with Trish gone, Dez had other lovers. He loved wooing women. It was an art that pleasured him. The sex was like the crowning on the cake, but the hunt was the main objective. He was not looking for a relationship, for Trish was still on his mind. He learned to be charming to women without being too loving, to make them laugh without being a clown and to get close to them without being too much of a friend, for when women took a guy as a friend, they did not fuck him, instead, they would start falling in love and playing for keeps. Dez had several lovers, and it was clear to them they were having fun and sex. Some of them would even hook him up with friends of theirs that needed a good dick.




The First Foundation Pt. 01



One thing he learned though was not to fuck women that worked for him. He fucked one girl and she started coming late for work and would get cheeky with him. She also just took stuff without paying. He tried to shout at her, but realized that if you are fucking an African woman, she wont take any kind of shit from you. Especially if she fucks you good and she knows it. Dez told her if she wanted to date him, he would have to fire her. She said if he did, he would have to sponsor her. Dez had to pass on that fine pussy. She cast him nasty looks but once she had a new boyfriend and she wasn't fucking him no more, she became an exemplary worker. It was a lesson for the young man.

Trish was good at her business studies and enjoyed her lessons and did well. She also had her fair share of lovers at University. There were many young people on campus that were really enjoying their freedom, far from home. They were fucking around like nobody's business. The horny ones used to drink and watched porn together and have group sex. Girls were even eating girls. Trish fucked a couple of guys who had reputations for having big dicks and knowing how to use them and she also hooked up with several horny girls.

Unlike Dez though, she wanted to date and forget about him. She dated a couple of nice guys, one after the other, and they were cool and fucked her good. But they were not Dez, they were not the boy she had grown up with, the one her mom had married her to at the age of ten. The guys noticed that she had someone else on her mind. They would get it out of her and then dump her because they were proud and did not want to love a woman who loved another man. However, they were impressed with her bedroom skills and Trish always had a lover when she needed one.

After six months of separation, Trish drove home to Dez and found him in his dad's supermarket, in the office at the back. She told him that if he wanted her to, she would quit her degree and come back for she missed him. He said if she quit and came back, he would welcome her with open arms. She asked if he was missing her and he admitted it. Then she told him she wasn't quitting, but they were back together.

"But you said you would quit."

"I lied. I just wanted to see if you still loved me. You can come and visit and I will come and visit. I just have three more years to go. Chill out. Can you lock the door please. I think you have something that I have been missing a lot."

They fucked on the desk and they were so loud people could hear them in the supermarket. After that, they were back together. They were very happy, and each felt like a part of them that had been missing a while had returned. And they were back to fucking big time. 

Trish suggested one afternoon as they lay in bed her hostel room at University, that they have a happy hour, where both could tell the other about their sexual adventures during their break up, and it would never be brought up again. Dez lied to her that he had had four girls in the six months, when they were actually six. But Trish wasn't dumb. She knew men well, therefore she figured that if he admitted four, there were probably twenty. Anyway, Trish became pissed as soon as Dez admitted that he had fucked other girls. Therefore, she told him spitefully about her previous lovers, giving him details of horny fucks. And she surprised him when she told him she and Paida had had lesbian sex and that she had fucked a couple of girls at University. Instead of just having a happy hour, they ended up fighting. Dez called her a horny bitch and shoved her away. She called him a dog and kicked him out of her room. 

Trish got over her annoyance first, for her mom was one of two wives and she was used to men having more than one woman. She called Dez and could tell he was still pissed, like he had expected to dump her and she would just sit at home reading. She came over to visit him and he was sulking and looking at her like he wanted to kick her ass. He reminded her of a song from 2 Short they both liked, which went,

"Don't get mad Nigga now you wanna shove the bitch, Coz deep down yunno, you love the bitch!"

She started rapping it and he laughed heartily. She said, "You moron, you fucked around more than me, why are you pissed?"

He was still moody though, so sucked his dick to get him hard then she jumped on him and rode his snake. He suddenly rolled her on her back and fucked her furiously as if he was trying to erase the memories of her ex lovers from her pussy. If he was trying to punish her she must have misunderstood, for Trish bawled with pleasure and held her thighs wide open, begging him to fuck her harder, faster and deeper. When he finally exploded deep in her womb, he calmed down and she kissed him and stroked his head, smiling to herself, for she felt good that he was so jealous, though she didn't really care about the girls he had fucked.

After they recovered, she went down on him and feasted on his cock.

"I want you to do something that no man has ever done to me, I want you to cum in my mouth so I can taste and drink your seed."

Dez felt aroused and exhilarated. His cock hardened and he gazed intently at Trish as she sucked him and stroked him with both hands, devouring his cock with an appetite. She blew him for ages, purring and mewing, obviously deriving so much pleasure, until he exploded in her mouth and she drank him down greedily. She then told him that she insisted on at least one creamy, musky cocktail per fuck session. And of course, her salmon sandwich had to be devoured too.

She was soon guiding him coz she and Paida had been eating each other for a while now, and she knew much more about the art of pussy lapping than he did. She loved getting her pussy eaten and it was joy that she realized that he loved eating her. He ate her ravenously and finger fucked her so good and made her cum twice in fast succession. Then she wanted dick. So he fucked her and she fucked him back, and they fucked like dogs in heat.

Dez had her mouth now, but he wanted her hole. Trish told him to go to hell. It was like the thing with her virginity all over again. She liked it when he stroked it lightly, when he was eating her pussy or fucking it, sometimes, she even let him bury a knuckle in her, but that was it. 

One afternoon, however, she got so horny but she had her periods. She started complaining that lack of sex was driving her crazy. She asked him to fuck her with a rubber but he refused, saying the bed would look like a blood bath. She got pissed. But he said, "What about the other hole."

She said forget it and blew him. But as she draped her lips over his thick, engorged dick head and felt his hot, throbbing shaft sliding pas her lips, she got even hornier. She jerked him feverishly and sucked him hard, making loud slurps in the back of her mouth and drooling copiously over him as she pulled on his fat sack. When he came hard, grunting and jerking and spurting thick, salty, hot, frothy cum into her mouth, she sucked and swallowed like she was possessed. 

But as he finally sank back onto the couch, she was even hornier than before. She blew him again. Finally, she told him this would be the only time, and sent him off to go and get a bottle of baby oil from the shelf. She ran to the toilet to catch a quick crap, wiped and then washed her ass with water and put some perfume on it.

Then she returned to the office and lay back on the couch, ass hanging over the edge. She raised her thighs and spread them wide open. Dez slowly slid an oiled digit into her puckered hole and stroked her gently, sensuously. At first she was tense and embarrassed Then it started feeling good. Then she was loving it. When he put his thick cock into her, she screamed in pain. He kept it lodged in her till she relaxed and then started moving it slowly in and out as he stroked her clit. She started hissing and gasping and giving soft moans as it started to feel good. Then she started rolling her hips to meet his thrusts as she started relishing feeling his thick meat throbbing and moving in and out of her hole. She stared in disbelief, her face looking like a moron as she had her first ass orgasm. Now her ass was completely relaxed and she was feeling good. He pulled his cock out and oiled it again, then he entered her and it felt good. He grabbed her thighs and spread them wide and told her to stroke her clit as he fucked her harder. She went wild, and threw her head back on the couch, her hips pumping lustily as she twisted and tossed zealously, crying and uttering in tongues like she needed an exorcist. Dez pounded her ass hard and she screamed the house down as she came violently. 

Dez and Trish loved experimenting and they had insatiable appetites for sex. They sucked and licked each other and fucked in any position they could think of, as long as the penetration was nice and deep. 

Dez had one more wish. He kept asking her, "Wassup, hey, come on baby..." trying to fuck her and Paida together. At first Trish didn't want, for she feared Dez might like Paida more than her, for she knew that many men were trying to fuck her friend, and any guy she fucked would be running after her, crying, "I need you!".

"That wont happen baby. I mean, I fucked Paida before." That earned him an elbow to the side. "Come on. I would never leave you for her..."

She finally said she would let him, if it was fine for her to fuck Paida without him whenever she wanted. He agreed, straight away. Then she set up their first threesome and it was awesome. Paida became their playmate. They would fuck her together or separately. The joke of the whole matter was that Paida was dating some guy from the mine and saying she was a virgin. He had no idea that pussy and cock were the favorite items on her diet, for he would have dumped her. Dez realized that you could never trust a woman saying she was a virgin. It was something he pondered on as he drove his cock deep into Trish's palpitating, tight cunt and then pulled it out and offered it to Paida, who was sitting on Trish's face getting her pussy licked throughly. Paida feasted gladly on his meat as Trish tongued her hole. Both girls were moaning so sweetly.

Trish surprised Dez when the three of them were lying in bed, sweaty bodies intertwined. Nursing Paida's pretty face to her breast and stroking her hair, she asked him what he thought of marrying them both. 

"Look, I know men will always want to fuck other women, especially a man like you. So, why hide it and pretend."

"You mean, you wouldn't be jealous if I married you and fucked other women?"

"If its just a meaningless fling, I don't wanna know. And if I have one, I wont let you know either," Paida and Trish giggled.

"But if you seriously like another woman, I wont mind, as long as its in the open, and I can have her too. If she wants your dick, she has to lick this pussy and worship it."

"May I?" Paida asked naughtily.

Dez had always thought polygamy was old fashioned, but he liked the idea. Big time. He had always envied the African chiefs of old, who had several wives and many children. Then the white man came with his church and stopped all of that, calling it primitive. How hypocritical, especially as prostitution was the oldest profession in Europe, and he had never heard of a European prostitute who had a policy of only fucking single men.

Chapter 10

Then disaster struck their country.

For the western World, it was just another African disaster, but for the small African country, it was just the same old shit. What should have been a blessing turned into a curse. The thing is, everything was moving along fine in a hot, generally insignificant, Southern African country. Everybody lived in peace, the health and education system was free, women were even given the vote before England and Switzerland did it. And then vast amounts of oil were discovered in a region of the country.

The French were the first to hear about it and they acted fast, whilst the Huns (Germans), the Brits, the Yanks and the Reds were still sleeping. The French were used to cheating, fooling, brainwashing and even murdering and raping African men for centuries; it was something with a long tradition in their culture. They had become rich and even won the world cup on the backs of Africans.

Now, they acted fast and invited all male members of the cabinet of Dez' African country, including the president, for a state visit. They rolled out the red carpet, greeted them with pomp and fed them all sorts of cheese and acted like their best friends, calling them Monsieur. 

The Africans hadn't learned from history, they were too busy trying to be a part of the world community, instead of trying to kick the white men in the ass for the shit from the past like they should have. They didn't even make an issue of the fact that this illegitimate, frog eating spawn of Marie Antoinette and Napoleon, plus Pothos, Athos and Aramis, that was now come forth from the Bastille to kiss their cheeks like hos, was the same that used to whip their grandfathers and make them hoist Le Tricolor, put on khaki shorts and fight under some fat chap named de Gaulle against some German Hun called Rommel the Desert Fox, in a place called Egypt, can you believe? 

But The French knew that a white man's best bait for trapping a black man was white pussy. So, in the night, they sent each African at least two hot, blond, sexy, scandalous, white hos that looked good and did anything for money. Like most white women, these trained whores loved dark meat, and the Frog Eaters even paid them good to get those nice, big, black cocks. I tell you, those hos fell upon the Africans and sucked dick, ate ass and took dick up the ass and a whole lot of other dirty shit. Now, these African guys had never fucked a white ho, but they were keen to, for every time they switched on the TV or watched a movie, they always saw some tall, slim, blond white chick. So they were eager for the white pussy big time, and these Frog Eating hos really blew their minds and fucked them blind. They exclaimed as these white girls did a lot of pig shit their wives at home would never, ever do. Not in this lifetime, maybe if they died and came back as a white or Japanese girl. 

The African men were dazed. Then the fast talking Frog Eaters gave each guy millions of bucks on a Swiss account, saying, "From a good friend, just in case you ever need it, my friend."

The French mesmerized them with white ho pussy and bribed and fooled those Africans into signing them the exclusive rights to the oil fields. 

Now, by the time the children of Adolf, and those of Cromwell, Benedict Arnold, Rasputin and Mao arrived, the French had shit sewed up and were even trying to sell the Africans their stinky cheese. The Pommies were pissed off the most for they said, "How can they! After we colonized, civilized and even introduced these buggers to tea and biscuits! Blimey, old chap."

Therefore, the John Bulls immediately tasked the son of Margaret Thatcher with finding a solution, no matter how many African lives it cost. He put together a team of white guys, I am talking real white guys, born to kill and raised to murder, the type that shot to kill and aimed to destroy, with no conscience. Killing on command in the third world was their business and business was good. These white boys were flown in over night, killed the president and installed some guy from that country that had been looking after old people in England as the new president and they called it a military coup. The story only came to light because the son of Thatcher got greedy and tried to cut costs and pocket some of the money, so the guys ended up getting caught by one Marxist Leninist African dictator. The son of Thatcher was arrested openly and let out of the back door secretly, after 12 minutes, and that was that. 

(In case you are getting confused, Margret Thatcher's fat son did indeed hire mercenaries to go and murder the President of Gabon and replace him, but the dummy stole the money and the mercenaries were caught by Mugabe during a stop over in Zimbabwe, 2005. Look it up on the net)

The British were now in charge, for the new President they had installed, of course, gave them exclusive rights to oil and what not.

Now, the Frog Eaters were pissed, so they decided to invade the country, under the guise of stopping blood shed, like they had done in Senegal and they installed a new President, who gave them, of course, exclusive rights. 

Not to be outdone, the Yanks sent some warships and war planes and took over the capitol city after they bombed it to dust. The Fries back pedaled to the peripheries, for even they feared the evil Nephews of Sam. The Nephews of Sam exiled the President to Central African Republic by night like they did to Aristides and installed an American governor. 

The Germans called all white boys together and called a truce. The Huns, always good at planning evil and profiting from death, and with the experiences they had made from partitioning Africa in 1872, told their brothers,

"Listen guys, lets not fight amongst ourselves. Lets share the oil, and fan the flames of a civil war so we can all make even more money selling arms and military hardware to these Africans so they can kill each other and destroy their country and make us richer. This will ensure that these Niggers remain poor. A rich African country is something we really don't need. They are so strong, and thy have so many natural resources. We have to keep them down. By the way, don't forget to pay lip service to the next poverty eradication concert from Bono and Bob Geldof."

The other white boys saw that the Huns were right, as usual. Now, they sent their boys in to encourage war amongst the Africans and recruit Africans of low mentality, with bribery and brainwash talk. This was something they knew very well, for they had been doing it for ages in Africa, Latin America, Asia and Arabia, to ensure the white people stayed the dominant race on the planet. Now, the Africans in Dez' country had the blood of warriors and they were made emotional and swayed to war fare by the white guys lies and words of deception, for the pale face ones spoke with the forked tongue of a serpent. Arms of destruction were readily supplied, all of them made in Europe, and much fierce fighting took place. 

The British armed part of the folk of the country and called them the "People's Revolutionary Army. They gave them generous loans, with which to buy arms, that had a very high tax and could only be spent on British arms. The Americans followed suit, and called the Africans they armed, "People's Liberation Army" and the French did the same, calling their group, "Pan African Redemption Council". The reds called theirs "Communist People's Army!" The white people ran about spreading lies and propaganda and turning the Africans against each other. The country was plunged into a serious, bloody, civil war. 

Funny enough, the region around the oil was untouched by the fighting, for it was in Western control, guarded by some hired killers that wore blue helmets, were armed to the teeth and shot anything moving. Therefore, despite all the heavy fighting, the oil was pumped and delivered to the west and sold by Western companies for a profit.

The matter was brought to the UN. It was brought to a vote and the super powers vetoed whatever was voted on, for in the disunited United Nations, one vote from a White Man or an Asian in possession of many Nuclear bombs was equal to ninety or more. Finally, the superpowers pushed for sanctions and an arms embargo, so that they could make more money from the Africans, selling them arms through a middle man, at a higher price.

The Africans never saw a cent from the oil, for it went into buying war materials from the civilized world. If any African came up who wanted to bring peace, M15, The Yard, The Feds, The Agency or some other Western thug group had him assassinated. Finally though, the Chinese managed to bring one guy they supported into power. This guy was smart, he pretended to be a fried of the Brits, the Yanks, the Huns and the Frog Eaters until he came to power, even promising them they could steal African wealth at will and put the money in Switzerland and then impound it. 




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When he came to power, the guy did an about turn on the White Guys (honkies, that is) and chased them away. He sold all the oil to China and became friends with guys like Chavez and Mahmoud. He became the only African President to speak out against the West and say they were destroying ad exploiting Africa and murdering its people systematically. 

The West was pissed, because the truth hurts. In fact, the guy was so lucky. One Western Super power in particular would have just sent some guys to kill him, and they would have invaded the country with an army comprising of the descendants of slaves, river wading border jumpers, Columbus' descendants and some poor white trash. Fortunately for our African guy, that army was currently tied up in some mess in a country bordering with Persia, in something called The Iraqi Debacle.*

Therefore, the Nephews of Sam could not come and kick his ass, for they feared another humiliation, in Africa this time. But they imposed severe sanctions to destroy the economy, and armed a lot of rebels and insurgents to destroy everything, so that the whole black world would see what happened to an African that dared talk against The Man (any rich, powerful honky male or country). 

As always, the Western Media just showed images of Africans fucking up and killing each other, so the brainwashed, ignorant citizens of their country could say, typical African. 

Chapter 11

Now, as the civil war started in his country, Desmond was twenty years old. Like everyone else, he was perplexed and traumatized by the war. Everything had been cool and everyone had been happy, till oil was discovered. Now, the role of the White Boys was very obscure to him for they operated in the dark or came in the guise of well wishers such that the Africans only found fault with themselves.

Dez and Trish decided to leave the country as many people were dying. Trish was a German citizen on account of her dad and she could just go over. But Dez applied for a Visa and was turned down. However, he was determined to leave the dark continent for the land of civilization. 

He decided to follow her by land, planning on reaching North Africa and then crossing to Italy and making way across to Germany to join her.

Now, Trish decided they should go and consult an Oracle. The Oracle lived in a big, modern house, but she conducted her business in a round, mud hut that was built at the back. Dez and Trish arrived at her house, took off their shoes, socks, caps and watches and switched off their cell phones. They joined a long queue that was before her mud hut, for many people were come from near and far to seek divination or healing.

Trish believed in Oracles but Dez did not. However, he liked things that had to do with magic and spirits, for they fascinated him.

When it was finally their turn, they were ushered into the dimly lit hut. They felt like they had gone two hundred years back in time, for the people in the room had nothing to do with the modern world outside. There were five people inside the hut, all dressed in traditional clothes. A young man played a drum, and three young women sang, clapped and danced to traditional tunes. The Oracle was a petite, mature woman, in her mid thirties. She sat on a mat and played the Mbira (a traditional Southern African instrument, look it up on the Internet, its hard to describe). She was dressed in beads and traditional clothes. 

She was a small woman, but was surrounded by a huge aura. Her eyes were closed as she played her instrument, rocking her head to the music, sometimes making deep, loud growls, like lion. Dez and Trish sat on mats opposite her and waited and watched her for ages. sang and danced for ages. The atmosphere in the room enchanted them.

Suddenly, the Oracle roared very loud and the music was cut. The dancers sat down and they started clapping and saying words of praise to the Oracle. One of them motioned to Dez and Trish to clap as well. The Oracle shook violently and tossed her head, sending the beads tied around her head flying.

Then she became very still, gazing at her lap for ages. She opened her eyes suddenly and smiled at them.

"Hallo Mr and Mrs. How are you my grandchildren?" They greeted her back, clapping. She fixed her humored eyes on Dez.

"You don't believe in us, do you? You think this is just a farce, don't you?"

"Prove me wrong!" Dez said and Trish dug her elbow sharply into his side.

"Don't hit your husband, you daughter of the kneel less (whites)" the Oracle chided Trish humorously. Then she focused her eyes on Dez. Smiling, she told him about his parents and his siblings. "But you still don't believe me, I see. You are saying to yourself, "Ah, she probably knows my mom. Do you want me to give you private details..." He nodded. She began describing things that had happened to him that nobody knew but himself, as if she had been present. After a while he nodded, for he knew there was no way she could have known all those things. Even Trish did not know them. Then Oracle gave him a naughty smile.

"If you still don't believe in me, I will give you the name of every girl you have slept with, and the date. I see the first, the one who made you a man. Paidamwoyo, a small, beautiful Mermaid..."

"What! You slept with Paida!!" Trish gasped incredulously, for Dez had never told her he had once fucked her best friend.

"Relax. That was way before you two became friends." 

"Relax my grand child. Its long ago. Anyway," she laughed heartily.

"Tell me about his other ones," Trish said. "He wont tell me."

"No! You don't have to. I believe you now," Dez said quickly, with a deep laugh.

"You are naughty, my child. You love women and they love you. You shall have many children."

"Shall we get married?" Trish asked.

"No!" The Oracle responded. Trish became sad. "But don't cry. Your souls are joined. You shall lose and find each other. That is all I will tell you, for the future is there to be discovered and lived. You are here because you must go on a journey, yet you hesitate. For you don't want to lose him. Go, he shall find you again."

"Eh, that is actually the reason why we are here," Trish said, impressed.

"My grand son, what we will now talk about concerns her and not you. You have many questions too, but you are not concerned about your future. You want to know about our people and our past. Therefore, you shall come and visit me like a friend and we shall talk in my house." She broke off and smiled. "My daughter is getting jealous. Don't worry, I am too old for him. Go forth my son, for what remains to be said is not for your ears." Dez clapped his hands and left the room.

Trish remained in there for half an hour. When she came out she was happy.

"What did she say?" Dez asked her as they walked to his dad's car.

"It was for my ears only," Trish retorted. "I will leave for Germany. I want you to apply at colleges there. You must come and join me there." Then she elbowed him sharply and laughed, "You rogue!"

"What was that for?"

"She said something naughty and nasty about you. But she was wrong, for I don't have sisters." 

"What sisters? You only have brothers and your dad in Germany has no children!"

"Good. Coz if you would impregnate my sisters, I would kill you!"

They climbed into the car and drove off. 

Trish made plans to leave. She called her dad and he promised to pick her up at the Airport. 

Trish did not tell Dez that she stopped taking the pill. When they made love, she took his seed deep inside her womb for she wanted to take his child with her. After they made love one afternoon, she felt like something of cosmic dimensions had happened inside her. Her breasts began to itch and grow bigger and firmer soon afterwards. But when her periods came as usual, she decided it had been a false alarm. It made her feel sad and frustrated, for the Oracle had promised her that she would not be one but two people when she left. 

Unlike Dez, who now firmly believed in the oracle, Trish decided that the lady was right in some things but wrong in others. For as the day for her departure arrived, she was not pregnant. And she knew that she had no sisters, for she had asked her dad on the phone and he had told her so. Well, no one was perfect.

They had a tearful parting, as Trish climbed into a bird of steel and left for another continent.

Dez started getting ready for his journey to Europe for the war was nearing the capitol city where he now lived. He was sad about leaving, but eager to see Europe, the Dreamland, the Paradise on Earth that he so in the Media so often and felt like he knew.

Note: * The Iraqi Debacle was a war resulting from conflicting religious beliefs. A bunch of white men went to Jerusalem, murdered some people and stole a book about a Man from Nazareth, who was, genetically speaking an Arab. They stole this book and the God it contained and made them theirs, and murdered a lot of people in their names. They also took this book to the Africans and said, "Let us close our eyes and pray," during which time they stole everything; oil, silver, art, gold, diamonds, women, men, Rock and Roll,... They made a lot of paintings portraying The Man from Nazareth as a Caucasian with blue eyes and blond hair and claimed that Simon called Peter, Paul, Judas and so forth, were also white Caucasians. The gist of this religion was that The Man from Nazareth was sired by a spirit and born of a virgin 2 000 years ago. He then walked on water, turned water into wine and then got murdered by the Romans, only to rise again after three days and go to a Kingdom in the sky. He would return and take those who believed in him to this kingdom, and everyone else would be burned in eternal fire with a lot of weeping and wailing and moaning and gnashing of teeth. 

Now, the Arabs, a bunch of white men of a darker hue, who had darker hair and eyes, and larger noses and longer beards, built their religion around a Man from Mecca. The Man from Mecca fought many wars and killed many people and he also wrote a book. He claimed to have ascended to the Almighty one and gone through several chambers, and past Moses, and then talked to the Lord in person. This really annoyed the Honkies that had stolen the other book, and for ages, they went on Holy Crusades and chopped a lot of head off with their huge swords. 

The followers of The Man from Mecca kept a white horse ready at his grave, for he was supposed to raise from the dead and lead the Arabs to war and world dominance. If you died fighting for The Man from Mecca, you would receive 60 virgins to fuck (spiritually I suppose). This made some of his followers eager to blow other people up with bombs tied around their bellies. There was however also another guy that everyone wasn't sure about, who was named The Invisible Imam, who was also supposed to play some kind of a role somewhere, but I am not so sure what.

The Caucasians and the Arabs could have waited till their dead guys returned and then seen who packed a meaner punch, The Man for Nazareth or The Man from Mecca, and if these guys could mess with the smiling, big fat man that the Chinese believed in. But these white guys (Caucasians and Arabs) started fighting and killing and murdering innocent people, especially in the city of Babylon, (Baghdad) for it was their main aim anyway. 



The First Foundation Pt. 02



Chapter 1

Trish was excited and apprehensive as she sat on the plane. She had visited her dad, Rudiger, four times in her child hood, during her one month school holidays. He was always very happy to see her and quite fascinated with her, she recalled. Each time they had met in a different city and he travelled around with her. Trish knew that he was wealthy, but busy and always in a rush, and half the times, when she was visiting, he left her in the care of other people. She had never been inside his home, they had travelled around and lived in hotels. As far as she and her mom knew, he was single. Trish was looking forward to spending time with her dad and finally getting to know him.

It was icy cold and cloudy as she touched down. Her dad was not at the Airport, but a handsome, tall, lean, athletic blond young man in a suit and tie waited for her, with a placard bearing her name. His name was Harald and he seemed in his mid twenties. He whisked her to a hotel and told her her dad was tied up and would see her the next day. There was a welcome note and cash form her dad. 

Harald offered to take her out to eat and show Trish around. She agreed. She called home to say she had arrived safely, and called Dez' house, leaving a message for him that she was missing him already.

Harald took Trish out for a Pizza in town. Then he drove her around and showed her the harbour. He was gazing at her with fascination. Her German was faltering but Harald spoke English fluently. He told her he had graduated in business, something he was very proud of. He had been working for her dad for several months as an assistant. As they ate, Harald suddenly eyed her hard and said,

"Fascinating!"

"What! My black skin?" Trish asked him.

"No! Its just that you look like a black version of Iris."

"Who is Iris?"

"Mr Schmidt's daughter."

"What!"

"Yes! You really look like her."

"Well, that is not very surprising, considering I am his daughter too."

"What!"

"Who did you think I was?"

"Well, eh, Mr Schmidt said you were some African girl that the firm had given a scholarship to," Harald blurted, looking confused. "Please don't say I told you."

"Can I use your cell phone please?" Trish said angrily. Harald gave it to her. She called but he didn't pick up. 

"Tell me about his family."

Harald was beginning to look uncomfortable. "No! I have already said enough. Please, don't say a word to him. I need my job."

"Well, unless you don't want me to mention your name, you better tell me everything."

Harald told her that her that Rudiger had a family, with four children. He had started off as a doctor, then inherited his Dad's firm and was now a multi-millionaire. He was now in politics, campaigning to get a seat on Hamburg's Senate.

Trish was confused. She returned to her Hotel room and called her mom, waking her up. She told her all she had found out.

"Mom! I cant believe it. I have half brothers and sisters I have never known about. My dad lied to me all these years!"

"Relax Trish! He probably didn't tell his wife about you. Just be glad to be away from the war. Make him pay for you room and your studies, and by the time you are finished, hopefully, the war will be over, and afterwards, you come back home and find yourself a nice job. All right!"

"Mom, I wanna get to know my siblings. They are my flesh and blood."

"Trish! I will call him and handle this, all right? You just stay calm honey. Stay calm."

After Trish hung up, she suddenly laughed as she remembered the Oracle. She had been right. It seemed the only thing she had been wrong about was her pregnancy, for Trish's periods were just finishing and they had been as heavy as usual.

Trish met her dad the next morning, at the reception. Rudiger was a tall, handsome, straight backed, broad shouldered white man in his 60s. He had steely gray hair. He had sharp, pale, gray brown eyes. The sides of his face were shaved clean, and he had a trimmed beard and moustache around his mouth. His jaw was square. He had an aura of power and confidence. He looked good in a gray, pin striped, fine tailored suit, white shirt, tie and leather shoes. He smelled of rich, fine cologne.

The moment she saw him, Trish squealed and ran to him, to hug him tightly. She started crying, tears of joy, at the man who had given her half her genes. Rudiger smiled broadly and hugged her tightly. Then he disentangled himself, and took her hand firmly, chuckling,

"Gosh. You are a a full grown woman now. People will get funny ideas, like I am some old, lecherous guy preying on some young, sweet, pretty black woman. Lets get a bite..." 

He led her by the hand and to the dining room, for breakfast. He ordered for her. Trish saw happiness, love and affection in his eyes. The same she had seen on the few occasions she had visited him. It was confusing for her. She had a feeling her dad loved her when he saw her, and forgot about her when he didn't. Out of sight, out of mind. joined her for breakfast. They hadn't seen each other for four years.

"Wow! You are now a big woman!" he said. "A big, pretty woman."

"Thanks dad. You are looking good. I hear you are a politician now."

"I talked to your mom, or rather, she shouted at me. But we came to an agreement. I will pay an apartment for you, and your tuition, I will give you a generous monthly allowance, and you can study anything you want."

"I want to meet my family."

"Eh, that is not so easy. You can have anything else, but have to keep away from my family."

"And what am I? A dog?" Trish burst out emotionally.

"No. You don't understand. My wife would not be able to deal with this. And I am involved in an election. Something like this could really hurt me."

"Dad, I want to spend some time with you, get to know you. And I wanna meet my sisters and brothers. I will go and introduce myself, if you wont take me," Trish said defiantly.

"Tut tut. Patricia! I flew you all the way here from your impoverished, war torn country to give you a chance in life. Now don't bite the hand that feeds you like an ungrateful dog! All right!" Rudiger sneered, his voice and eyes going hard.

Trish broke into a loud wail and started sobbing heavily. The other diners turned to look at them. Rudiger was very uncomfortable. He took her hand in both of his. 

"Come on Trish. Calm down honey. Papa is under a lot of stress right now. We will sort everything out once the election is over, I promise. OK honey!"

Rudiger tasked Harald with enrolling Trish in a language school and getting her a place to stay in a student's hostel. He also took her to a driving school. Though she had a licence, she would have to do two months and pass a driving test before she could drive in Germany.

Trish threw herself into the language course, polishing up her German for her mom had always sent her to German classes back home, insisting she learn the language of her dad. Trish was now glad. 

Trish called home often, and talked for hours with Dez and her mom and siblings. Rudiger called often, but she rarely saw him. She saw him on TV and in the press quite often, for he was involved in a campaign for a senate seat. He gave her a generous allowance and she could shop and eat out regularly, something she had nothing against.

Trish's first impressions of Germany were very favorable. She couldn't believe how affluent the European country was. The streets were filled with new cars and people in fashionable, nice clothes. Anything you wanted, you could buy. People without jobs even got money from the state. The public transportation was punctual and efficient. 

The only thing she hated was the cloudy, wet weather in Hamburg, for it was a cloudy, rainy and a bone chilling winter. 

Chapter 2

Trish spent a lot of time with Harald for he dropped by regularly. He showed her around, took her to diner or the movies and helped her get stuff. She could see that the tall, handsome, young, blond, well groomed German was besotted with her. She found him attractive too, for she liked tall, athletic men. And he was nice and polite, if a bit humourless and reserved. She had never been with a white guy, so she found attractive in an exotic way. She would catch him gazing at her with fascination and lust. However, he seemed shy and reserved. He never shot game at her, unlike the African, Arab, Asian and Latino guys from her language school, who were always trying to hook up with her and seduce her and fuck her at the first chance if she would have let them. Trish always enjoyed flirting with them but never let them have it, for she was only thinking of her man, Dez.

After she had been in Germany for nearly four weeks, she received a call from Dez. The war was nearing the capital city, but he was still safe. Though he was worried, for several members of his family were in the fighting. Trish was very worried about him travelling through several unknown countries to reach Libya, where he would try and cross to Italy. But he was feeling adventurous, and looking forward to visiting all the African countries on the way. 

Trish was feeling lonely and horny. She dirty talked him for a while, then he handed her to Paida. Trish spoke happily with her friend and dirty talked her too, asking her how the pussy was. Paida told her gaping and sore, for she and Dez had been fucking. Trish didn't mind, for she and Dez had fucked with Paida quite often. But now she felt envious and left out, all alone and feeling so horny, in Europe, while her boyfriend and her girlfriend, fucking their brains out, and here she was, 8000 kilometres away, lonely, and horny, without anybody to hug, hold, kiss or fuck.

After she hung up, Trish decided to get a white dick. She had always been curious anyway. She called up Harald and asked him if he wanted to take her out and show her some discos. Harald was twenty five and lived with his single mom. He was having supper with her when she called. He sounded very excited and said he would pick her up at ten.

Trish showered, shaved her armpits and pussy, put on a skimpy, lace thong and matching bra, and slid into a cream, armless top with a dropping colour, that draped sexily over her breasts, exposing their sides, and revealing a strip of her belly, all the way down to her navel. She put on a knee length, tight black skirt, black mid thigh stockings and high heeled shoes. She combed her long, curly hair, put lavender gloss on her full lips and made her face up lightly. she dabbed some perfume between her breast and the nape of her neck. 

She drank a couple of glasses of wine to calm her nerves for she was excited. She wanted to fuck that night. Harald arrived, dressed in a long coat, short blond hair combed slickly. She could tell that he had gone to lengths to look good, for he looked dashing, almost like Brad Pitt, whom she had always liked. He gazed at her with admiration and open lust. She welcomed him with a soft hug and a kiss on the lips. He almost jumped with nervousness. He was jittery. She handed him her fur coat, and he looked kind of confused. She told him to hold it up and he did it like he had never done that before. She slipped into the elegant, warm, ankle length fur coat her dad had bought her.

Harald took her to the Reeperbahn. Trish took his arm and leaned into him as they walked down the street, which was teeming with revellers. Trish started giggling. There were several sex shops on the street. The windows were filled with dildos, naughty under wear, dolls and covers of hard core porn DVDs and rags. Trish blushed, but the people were just walking by or stopping and looking like it was nothing. Trish wondered if these people had no shame at all, or if they were sex maniacs. 

Harald took her into several pubs for drinks. Trish tried out several cocktails but he stuck to beer. He seemed too nervous to talk much but Trish was a chatterbox anyway, so she kept bubbling away as she knocked back the cocktails. Then she told him she wanted to dance.

They hit a disco which he said was in. They saw black men being taken out of the queue and Harald said they were drug dealers. The ultra modernistic Disco played Hip Hop music and was filled with young people, dressed in the latest styles and fashion. When he took off his coat, she saw that Harald was wearing a dark, silk shirt that stuck to his well defined chest and torso and made him look good. Trish felt the shivers. She removed her coat and saw him gasp as he gazed at her with desire. The excited young woman now became very horny. got drinks and perched on high bar stools, at a small table, before the dance floor. 

She pushed her breasts out and gave him her dirtiest come on smile. She saw him gazing with fires in his eyes. However, despite the smoke signals, he didn't respond. Trish was used to the guys back home who took the initiative, but she realized after a while that if she just sat back, she would wait for a train that never came. She therefore took matters into her own hands. As they sat in the next pub, she sat very close to him and started to flirt openly with him. Harald blushed and started averting his eyes. She moved very close to him and pushed her soft breast into his arm and started stroking the back of his hand, whispering softly into his ear how happy she was to be there with him. He shivered and his face became red.

"Harald, I am beginning to have a feeling you don't really like me," Trish teased. She was now feeling like the hunter, and that made her naughty and cheeky.

"I really like you. Its just that I am a little eh, shy and stiff!" he rasped, blushing.

"Stiff, hmmm! Lets see!" Trish slid her hand under their table and stroked his thigh. She found a thick, long stiffness in his pants. He squirmed as she explored his cock, smiling naughtily at him. She squeezed his dick and he gasped. "I would say you were more than a little stiff. You are making me happy Harald. Now, take me to the dance floor Harald. I wanna dance with you."

His hand was shaking as he took hers. He led her onto the crowded dance floor. Trish noticed that some of the German girls could dance real well, but the rest and especially the guys, made her wonder what music they were dancing to. She had never seen such bad dancing. She started dancing before Harald but he couldn't dance worth shit. Trish put her hands on his shoulders and started to get down, riding the hip hop beat like a it was a big, fat wonderful dick. She rolled and popped her hips and made that ass clap. Harald almost stopped moving and stared at her like he was about to come in his pants. Trish put it on him, grinding into him, stroking his upper arms, chest belly and back, exploring his body as she rubbed her crotch on his hard dick, to the beat. Then she turned and put her ass on him, and pumped it on him. She took his hands and put them on her hips and he started stroking them. She jammed her ass into his dick and rubbed it in. 

Trish gazed around and saw that many of the white guys were staring at her with lust and the girls were casting her the evil eye. She snorted and put on a hot, dirty show for she was drunk and she could move. She did the nasty, dancing around and on lucky Harald, winding and going down to her haunches, staying down there making it roll and pop, then shooting up, throwing a leg up, hooking it around his waist and leaning back as he held her hips and she rolled them like she was fucking him. Harald now gazed at her with fiery eyes, like he was undressing and fucking her right on the floor. But he wasn't falling all over her like a brother would have long done.

Trish started to feel hot and they took a break to have drinks. Some German girl that knew Harald came over to join them. She was tall, slim and blond and looked hot. She seemed to have a thing for Harald. He introduced her as Moira, his work mate. Trish greeted her nicely but Moira barely shook her hand and gave her a dismissive look. Moira asked Harald to dance. He looked at Trish and she smiled and nodded. Trish nearly laughed herself to death as Moira tried to put it on Harald. She couldn't dance worth shit. They returned. Harald sat besides Trish and the girl went and got her drink and joined them. She leaned into Harald's side and was trying to monopolise him. Trish smiled, stood up and sat on Harald's lap, putting her big ass on him. And then she started rolling it. Harald gasped and put his arms around her waist. The German girl soon left. Trish turned, cupped Harald's chin, looked into his eyes, mesmerising him and kissed him softly on the lips. He tried to tongue her and she darted back, then kissed him softly, again and again.

She went to the bathroom. Moira must have followed her in. She walked up to Trish at the sink and gave her a mean smirk. 

"What are you, a stripper? I think you are at the wrong address here." Trish gasped.

"What is your problem. What have I done to you?"

"You are disgusting! Why don't you just go to a street corner and whore! Harald is too good for the likes of you" The girl snarled.

Trish smiled meanly. "Look, I saw you dancing, you are not bad, its just that you move like a stiff little giraffe. Go practice some moves, all right? Envy is a bad thing."

"Nigger whore!" Moira exploded.

"Wait a second!" Trish said and dried her hands. She didn't like rude, cheeky, manner less girls, be they black or white. And she was drunk and feeling wild.

Moira kept saying some shit for she thought Trish was just a nigger whore and couldn't do shit. Trish suddenly grabbed Moira's long blond hair and reached back and smacked her across the face, making her head snap back. Moira gasped in shock and started to scream. Trish grabbed her by the throat, chocking her and shoved her against the wall. She raised a black fist. Moira cringed and her lips worked with no sound. Her face became very pale.

"Do you want me to hit you, bitch?" Moira shook her head frantically, shaking like reed. "Then learn some manners. Trish released her and pushed her away.

"I am going to tell security, you African cunt! You will be kicked out!" Moira wailed.

Trish smacked her across the forehead. Moira staggered out. Trish fixed her hair and then went back to Harald. She told him that Moira had attacked her in the bath room and called a nigger.

"That stupid cunt! She has always had a thing for me. Ignore her!"

"I smacked her!"

"What! You hit her! Violence is no solution Trish!"

"If some stupid cunt calls me a nigger, I smack them!"

Then Moira came up with two huge, beefy, short haired, Nazi looking security guys. She hid behind them, pointing at Trish and sobbing, saying the black girl beat me for no reason. 

"Hey! Why did you hit her! This is not Africa! Don't act like you are in the jungle!" One of the guys sneered.

"She called me a nigger so I taught her some manners."

"You cant hit the poor girl, just because of that! You have to go! Out!"

The music had now been killed and a large crowd had gathered around them. Trish saw pure hatred in the eyes of the security, Moira and the rest of the people. She saw that they didn't care what happened, they were just on the side of the "poor" blond girl. The situation suddenly reminded her of a tennis match she had watched, between Serena Williams and Kim Clisters, in Australia. Williams had won and the white audience had booed her out.

Trish looked at Harald and was looking confused and hesitant. Then one of the Germans put his meaty hand on her shoulder.

"Don't touch me! I am not your woman!" Trish snarled and bared her teeth to bite him. He gasped and jumped back, his square, Nazi face darkening. The guys backed off. 

"She is cheeky! Lets grab the black bitch and throw her out!" one of the security guys snarled. The crowd murmured in approval. They smirked and looked like they were planing on bashing and dragging her out.




The First Foundation Pt. 02



"I wouldn't if I were you guys!" Harald said, jumping before her. "If you touch her, I will call the cops and sue you!"

"She needs to know her place!" the security guy insisted. "She cant beat a German girl!"

"She is half German and her dad is a very powerful, rich man. I work for him. And you guys don't wanna fuck with him. He has the power to close this place down and have you guys fired. And the way I know him, he will see to it that something not so nice happens to you. Trust me!"

He will get you guys "I am leaving anyway." She stood up and grabbed her purse. 

Harald stood up to follow.

"Harald. Stay. Let her go," Moira pleaded, taking his hand desperately. "She is a wild animal. You are too good for her!"

"Shut up Moira! You stupid cunt!" He shouted at her and she jumped back.

"Go! You nigger whore lover!" she shouted after him, and looked enviously after them, crying as security escorted them to get their coats.

On the street, Trish was angry.

"How can she just call me a nigger!"

"She is a stupid cunt! Forget her," Harald said, comforting her and looking embarrassed.

"Those white people really hated me, huh?"

"No. They are not racists. They were just drunk."

"They are fucking racists. Fuck them. I am black and beautiful! Lets go and get another drink."

Chapter 3

They went to another place and had a drink. Trish soon forgot about the stupid girl and concentrated on Harald. She wrapped her arms around him and explored his back as they swayed on the dance floor. Dancing made her happy, and horny. And she could feel his hard cock poking into her crotch and that made her even hornier.

They went on the Reeperbahn street. As they passed a sex shop, Trish took Harald's hand and led him inside. He was blushing as they walked around the rows and rows of porn, as well as dildos, thongs, handcuffs and what not. 

"Gosh!" she laughed. "Germans are kinky! They love sex huh!"

"They are perverted!" Harald said, blushing. He was uncomfortable. "Lets go."

"Wait. We only just got here. What is that?" Trish pointed to a human sized, inflatable rubber doll. It was like a woman, with a gaping hole in the mouth and between the legs.

"Its a sex doll. For lonely guys."

"You mean they buy that and fuck it?" Harald nodded. "You must be kidding me. Do you have one as well?"

"No! Lets go Trish!"

"Wait!" Trish was enjoying herself. She led him to a section with thongs and picked up a few to examine them, asking Harald his opinion, enjoying his discomfiture for he was a prude. "Say, if I was to get naked for you, which one would you like me to wear for you?" Harald only blushed. "How about this one, with the zip. Or this, with the split crotch! For easy access I guess!" she giggled. She picked up a white, lacy, split crotch thong and led the blushing guy to the counter. "Pay for it!" she told him. Harald hastily paid. The guy wanted to wrap it up, but Trish took it and put it in Harald's pocket. She laughed as he dragged her out. 

"Do you want me to put you into a cab back home?"

"You have to accompany me back home, like a gentleman. And I am going to put those panties on for you, so you can tell me if I look good in them."

Harald swallowed hard. Then Trish stroked him between the legs and he groaned.

"My mom will be mad if I don't come back home."

"Your mom! Can your mom give you this?" She took his hand and put it on her ass and then she started making it clench and pop. Harald gasped.

"Oh!!! My mom suffers from paranoia! I have to go back home!"

"Then we are going to your place." He seemed hesitant. She hugged him, snaked her hand around his head and pulled him down to her lips. She kissed him passionately, tonguing him and grinding into him.

"We will have to be quiet.

They got to the apartment that Harald shared with his mom. It was in Eppendorf, a nearby suburb. Trish hardly noticed anything, for she was horny and she was kissing Harald in the back seat and stroking his cock through his pants all the way, driving him insane with lust. He started grabbing her tits and she threw her head back into the seat and yanked him to her mouth, sucking his tongue in and chewing it. 

They climbed up two flights of stairs, kissing and groping each other. Harald let her quietly into a spacious apartment and made her take off her shoes, then he led her quietly to his room. 

"Harald! Is that you Harald!"

"Yes mom. I am drunk. See you in the morning!"

He hurriedly pushed Trish into his room and locked the door. Then he put on some soft lights and soft music. 

Trish took the thongs they had bought and smiled wickedly at the shy guy as she raised her skirt to mid thigh, pulled off her panties and slid on the new thongs. Then she pushed him onto the edge of the bed and told him,

"Get me naked and tell me how you like my panties..." She stood between his parted thighs and started rolling her hips to the music.

His face was blushing and yet filled with lust. His hands were shaking as he removed her coat and then her top. Trish was enjoying seducing Harald for she was totally in charge and felt so powerful. She reached behind and unclipped her bra, then she held the cups to her breasts.

"Take it off." 

His shaking hands removed the cups and he gasped as he gazed at her proud, dark, thick, pendulous breasts. Trish hooked her hands around his head and scooped up a breast. 

"Lick and get it nice and wet Harald. Get that black breast honey!"

Blushing profusely, his pink mouth opened and his hot, soft, wet tongue eagerly lapped her breasts till they were wet. And then Trish pushed a hot nipple into his mouth. "Ahhhh! Suck it. Suck it hard. Harder! Oh shit! You are making me wet. Fell how wet you are making me honey!"

She took his hand and led it under her skirt. She parted her thighs and put her pussy in his big, soft hand. He was paralysed as he felt her hot, palpitating wetness. Feeling naughty, Trish made the mouth of her cunt clench and relax and clench, again and again. Then he was gasping and squeezing her pussy and feasting on her breasts feverishly. His middle finger slid in through the split in her gusset and it was sucked into her hot, clenching hole. Trish slid onto his lap and held him tightly to her tits, burying his pale face between her dark mounds as she rode his finger, telling him to pump it in. He did and she went wild and fucked his hand to a fast, blistering orgasm. Then she slid off his lap and lay down on the bed, one knee slightly raised, so he could look up her skirt.

"You are dying to see my black pussy, aren't you?"

"It doesn't matter to me that you are black."

"Harald, I am a beautiful black woman. And you wanna fuck me, don't you?" He nodded hastily. "I wanna fuck you too. Take off my skirt baby."

He blushed so much so she thought it was cute. She raised her hips as he peeled off her skirt. Then, smiling naughtily, she raised her thighs, spread them and started playing with her pussy, rubbing it through the soaked thongs. 

"I shaved it just for you Harald. Do you wanna see it? My bald black pussy!"

"Yes!" he rasped eagerly. She looked into his face and saw she could do as she pleased with him.

Smiling wickedly, she pulled the split gusset away on both sides, exposing her engorged, puffed up outer lips and her long, crinkled dark, inner lips. They were smeared with her whitish girl cum. She spread her lips with her hand and exposed her shiny, dripping pink slit. The muskiness of her arousal hit both their nostrils. Harald stared at her pussy like a starving man gazing at a hot, fresh cake.

Trish tortured him, licking her fingers, stroking herself slowly, teasing her slit, moaning and rolling her hips and then licking her shiny digits and groaning.

"Mmmm! Its so tasty Harald. Have you ever eaten pussy?"

"No!" he gasped, blushing.

"Such a big boy like you? Come, lets get you started. Come down to my pussy and eat it honey. Taste this wet chocolate pussy."

Harald came down on her and she held her pussy open and guided him, telling him to lick her vulva with his soft, wet eager tongue. She raised her hips and made him engulf her entire pussy and chew on it softly. He groaned as he drank and swallowed her copious, musky juices.

Trish smiled, gazing at his handsome, smooth white face feasting happily on her black pussy. She held his head in both hands and stroked his hair as she fed him cunt and he ate it eagerly.

Trish noticed a difference to the way Dez ate her. Dez ate her with passion, greed and ferocity. But Harald tongued her worshipfully, slavishly, dutifully, softly, as if her pussy was too good for him and it was an honour. She felt wild and powerful. She held his face to her pussy and fucked him slowly. Then she made him lie on his back and squatted over him. She held him up to her pussy and fucked his chin, nose and mouth, grinding her slippery, wet cunt on him. She pushed forwards too far and his hot, wet tongue slid into her ass crack.

She wanted to say, sorry honey, but he started licking her crack, sliding his hot tongue over her anus and lapping eagerly.

Trish was shocked, for she had never been licked there. 

But Harald was now holding her cheeks up and lapping her ass crack. Trish moaned and rolled her ass on his tongue, loving it. She felt so powerful and nasty. She pulled back, and looked down at him, smiling wickedly as he ate her ass with a feverish shine to his eyes. She chuckled dirtily and brought her itchy pussy down on his mouth and used his face selfishly, pumping her hips lustily, not giving a damn about his nose. She reared and gasped and groaned and the bed creaked under them until she came hard all over him.

Trish was so horny now. She ripped Harald's clothes off and went straight for his cock. She scooped it up and gazed at a cut white cock for the first time in her life. It was long, hard and pink, and the engorged tip was inflamed red. She cooed and went down on him. She made him lie back, draped her body over his thigh and ate his dick voraciously. He was blushing and staring at her in disbelief as she feasted on him. She vacuumed deep into her mouth and bobbed her head slowly, devouring his lucky cock. He started crying. She became nastier, smiling around his pink dick as she ran her sharp nails across his belly and chest and then started stroking his breasts and pinching his hard nipples. He hissed and rasped and gasped. His back arched and writhed as she tortured him with pleasure. Then he was suddenly gasping and jerking hard. Trish trapped his leaping cock in her mouth and groaned as his pent up cum spurted into her mouth. She drank him dry, making up for all the weeks she hadn't had dick. Then she let his soft cock flop out of her mouth and licked her smeared lips clean.

"I want you to eat my pussy again..." she rasped and bent over on the bed, face down, ass up. She reached between her legs and started stroking her itchy pussy. He came for her and started lapping and sucking away at her pussy. His nose was buried between her cheeks . 

"Yes Harald! Eat that fucking black cunt like a starving dog. Lap it up and drink my juices..."

He ate her slavishly, but greedily, attacking her cunt with greed. She started pumping her hips, loving feeling his tongue in her pussy and his nose in her crack. Trish rubbed her clit vigorously and was soon cuming hard. Then she looked up at him, over her shoulder, smiling sexily.

"DO you like my ass Harald? My big, black ass?"

"Its beautiful," he rasped, gazing at it like it was a delicious steak waiting to be devoured.

"You can lick it if you want! I would love to feel your tongue all over my ass. It would make me very happy..."

Harald moaned, shivering as he palmed her ass and started stroking and squeezing her thick, gorgeous brown globes, feeling them clench in his hands. He went down and lapped the small of her back. Then he licked her buttocks. She started moaning and pushing back at him. He went wild, now sucking on her soft flesh and slurping away. Trish reached back and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her crack. He gasped and then he went down and lapped her with his tongue, going down all the way to her pussy and back up.

"Ohhhhhh! That's wonderful! I love it. Lick me Harald! You are making me crazy..."

He moaned and started plating her, smearing his thick tongue into her crack and wiping it up and down. She loved it. She told him to slide two digits into her pussy and stroke it as he ate her ass. He did it, pumping them in and out. Then he started licking her hole and it was magical for Trish. She cried and pushed her ass up at his mouth. He latched his lips around her hole and sucked it hard and harder. Then he made his tongue long and pointed and pushed against her tight, puckered hole. She started fucking her hips back and forth and he slid in past her opening. She growled like a beast and pushed back and his hot tongue slid deep in her ass.

"Yes!!!!! Finger my pussy and tongue my black ass. Get deep in there! Ah!!!"

Harald had never eaten pussy or even licked as, but he had seen it in porn and always gotten a thrill form watching it. Doing it to Trish was driving him mad. He had never known he could love it so much. His skin was on fire and his dick was rock hard now. He bobbed his feverishly, sending half his tongue into her hole, sloshing it in and out as he slurped and sucked away and pumped his digits into her cunt. Trish reared wildly. 

Trish went wild and raised her body on one arm, as the other reached back to grab his head and pull him into her ass.

Harald groaned with joy. She glared over her shoulder at him and his eyes blazed back at her as he tongued her hole. Trish loved seeing the handsome pale face buried between her dark cheeks and loved his tongue in her ass so much. She pumped her pips and clapped her cheeks on his face telling him to never stop. She felt such a wild arousal taking a grip of her senses.

She threw her face down on the bed and spread her knees wide apart, lowering her ass. He chased after her hole and continued servicing her. Trish started cuming hard. Her hands slapped into the bed covers and she came wildly. 

Trish made him pull on a rubber and she pushed him on his back and held his cock up as she lowered herself down on him. She squatted over him and started riding him, squeezing his chest and pinching and pulling on his nipples. Their hips slapped into each other lustily and they both tried to stifle their cries for fear of waking Harald's mom.

Trish was so horny and she rode him wildly, pumping her hips lustily, sending his hard dick sloshing in and out of her wet hole. Within a short time, a blistering orgasm broke over her. She jammed her cunt down on him and ground her hips ferociously into his as a raging inferno engulfed her orgasming pussy. She felt his cock grow rock hard in her hole and jumped off him. She took his rigid cock into her mouth to calm it down and sucked him through the rubber, looking into his eyes and torturing him as she devoured him naughtily.

Then she mounted him again, reverse cowgirl and leaned forwards to grab his ankles for support as she rode him and popped her thick, round, gorgeous brown ass in his face. She danced all over his dick and heard him moan softly. She smiled at him over her shoulder as she rocked forwards and lunged back, sending him plunging into her hole, again and again. She started cuming and then she fucked him hard and fast. Her pussy convulsed around his cock and it became tight like a vice around him. His dick got rock hard and Harald thought it would melt from the flames engulfing it. His balls gathered, and the Trish jumped off him, leaving his dick rearing angrily. She laughed and slapped his cock a couple of times and then she sucked it deep into her mouth.

Trish blew him and then she rolled onto her back and pulled him on top.

"Harald, fuck me hard. Fuck me as hard and as long as you can. Fuck me crazy, you hear!"

She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him and started humping him fiercely. Harald moaned and started hitting her pussy as hard as he could. Trish amazed him. He had never fucked a woman that moved so well and could take dick like her. He could sing her songs of praise really, but all he could manage were animal grunts. He glared down at her with bestial eyes as she threw her head back and tossed her hair about wildly, her hips shooting up to meet his and send his cock deep into her pussy.

"Oh!!! Fuck!!!!!" Harald groaned and came exploding in her pussy.

"Fuck!!!" Trish snarled, for she wanted to fuck him forever. She pressed her hips into his, feeling his cock leap in her pussy and ground fiercely, wildly into him, rubbing her engorged clit on his dick. Then she was cuming too, grunting and convulsing, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Trish collapsed back and pushed him off her, then she grabbed the condom and pulled it off, tying it together. She sank down besides him and kissed him. She dozed off and woke up to find Harald lying besides her, propped up on his elbow, gazing at her worshipfully.

"Get some sleep honey," she told him, kissed him, and turned her back on him, pushing into his body.

"Please don't tell your dad. He might not be pleased," Harald whispered.

"You sound like you are scared of him."

"I am! Your dad is not that nice when he is pissed."

They were woken up in the morning by Harald's mom for breakfast. She was shocked when she saw Trish. And then angry. She started talking shit to Harald, saying he was not serious about bringing a "Bimbo Schlampe! (nigger whore)" into her home. Harald hastily told her Trish spoke German. She still wasn't quite appeased. Then Harald told her that Trish's dad was his boss. Suddenly, she became so polite, even fawning and called Trish ma'am.

Chapter 4

Trish returned to the Hostel. Harald dropped by the following day with presents for her. They ate Pizza in her room and drank wine. Trish could see he was horny, but he didn't instigate it. She teased him, stripping down to her thongs and and doing stretching exercises as he gazed at her greedily. Then she sat back on the edge of the bed, parted her thighs and told him to greet her pussy properly. He went down on his knees and kissed her sex. She spread her lips and made her hole clench as if it was talking. Harald moaned and slid his tongue deep inside her.

He ate her ass and pussy. He hadn't brought condoms. Trish was irritated, because she was horny.

"Why the fuck didn't you bring some?" she half pouted, half sneered, for she was horny.

"I thought you would think I had only come to fuck you!"

"Harald, you came to fuck me, and I wanted you to come so I could fuck you!" He blushed and gasped. "All right, come and eat my pussy and ass right now. That's what you get for being stupid!"

Trish was only joking, but he went obediently on his knees and started licking her. So she realized he was weak and used his tongue and mouth for her pleasure and came till she was drowsy. She took his dick and started blowing him. He got so hard and horny. Now, Trish became curious. She wanted to see just how weak this guy was. She dropped his cock and told him she didn't feel like blowing, but wanted her pussy and ass licked again. Dez would have shoved his cock right back in her mouth and fucked her face till he came. But Harald obediently went down on her. Trish couldn't believe it. She came all over his face again. 

His erection was raging hard. Trish decided to see how much farther she could push him. She started stroking her pussy and told him cheekily to go and buy condoms and drinks. 

Dez would never have done shit if she talked to him like that. And he would never have left the room with a hard dick after eating her twice. He would have slammed her on her back and fucked the shit out of her. 




The First Foundation Pt. 02



But Harald dutifully got dressed. His cock even softened. She told him rudely to hurry and he promised politely that he would. When he said see you soon honey and closed the door nicely behind him, Trish had to stifle her giggles. She wondered what kind of weak, soft man this was. She decided to see how far she could push him. When he came back, and handed her the condoms, she tossed them to the side, and told him to get naked. She spread her thighs and told him to eat her while she watched TV. He did it. Trish made him eat her ass again and used his face for her selfish pleasure till she came. Then she told him she wanted him to leave. He started getting dressed.

She made him look at her and searched his eyes. There was no anger. Just worship. Trish shook her head. She stifled her giggles and pulled him onto the bed then she fucked him. He was so horny, as if being humiliated and abused really turned him on. But he moved stiffly and he came too fast, and she wondered if the two things hung together somewhere. 

Then he told her that he loved her. Trish told him she had a boyfriend and would not leave him for Harald.

"Look, I love my boyfriend. I am lonely and need some sex from you. If you are not cool with that, then get out. I will find someone else to fuck. Will you leave or stay?"

"I would love to stay!"

"Then put some cushions under my hips and eat my ass."

He did it.

Trish couldn't believe how easily he let her dominate him. 

Now, Trish came from a country where the men were strong, proud and not wimpy. She felt like a kid with a new toy. She decided she would test Harald and see how far he would let her go. When she smiled at him, he thought she was in love with him, just like he was with her. He didn't know that she was making plans for wicked fun at his expense.

Chapter 5

Her dad, Rudiger, was gaining a lot of media attention, for he was very polarising. He was running on a conservative ticket, hailing good moral values and slamming foreigners, lesbians, gays, the unemployed and single mom's. He was very popular with most ordinary Germans. However, foreigners and left wing Germans hated him. Trish decided it was better not to say he was her dad.

Trish polished up her German and became very fluent, though she still had an accent. She got to know several people, mainly other students from the language school and she would hang around with them and go sight seeing or to the cinemas. Rudiger 

Sometimes her fantasy pregnancy bothered her. Her breasts would itch and her belly would ache and she would feel nausea. But she had her periods regularly, and thought her body was trying to console her unfulfilled wish to carry Dez' child in her belly.

Dez was now travelling through Africa and he called her regularly, talking excitedly about the different countries and people he was coming across. He said they were all very friendly. She thought of telling him that the white people were racist ass holes, but she decided not to burden him with that.

As she got to know her way around, Trish noticed that the Germans were very different from her people. Back home, the people were loud, happy, they laughed, they were friendly, they greeted each other. Not so in this rich country. The place was filled with long, pale, aggressive, cold, unhappy, unfriendly faces on the streets. She couldn't believe how young, fit men and women would not bother to help old people with luggage or women with prams to climb stairs. They wouldn't even open doors. Guys did not make way for women or the elderly. It seemed like the young men only bothered to help tall, slim blonds. In this country, it seemed like it was each man for himself.

Some people were very friendly to Trish, for she was beautiful and always went about with a smile. But Trish soon experienced open racism several times. People tried to push past her in queues, or some would just call her nigger or bimbo (it means nigger in German) for no reason. This shocked Trish more than it angered her. It would never occur to her to just insult some person she didn't even know. But she noticed some of these guys really hated black people and insulted them like it was their birth right. She was sure they would vote for her dad.

When she talked to Harald about racism, he would go into denial. He would always start saying, "No. Its not really racism." Trish started feeling like white people were racists but didn't want blacks to know it. Like it was their dirty secret. 

Now, she asked herself, "What type of people are these?" She felt so homesick. She told her mom she wanted to come back home, but her mom said, 

"Stay calm. Every country has graves. Don't hurry with your judgement. Give it a chance, and do a course or a degree. The sunshine and the tasty food over here will not run away." 

At first, Trish thought Harald was submissive and fawning to her because he worked for her dad and was hoping to marry her and become part of the family. 

However, Trish met his mates and realized that most of them were female dominated softies. Anyway, she saw so many white men being dominated by their women in public, ordered around, insulted and even bitch slapped. 

Trish couldn't believe it, that these men were so spineless. She tried it with Harald and it worked. She smacked him one day on the tube, for she was feeling moody and she wanted to test him anyway. He didn't even say shit. When they got to her place, she made him eat her pussy and ass and he did it slavishly. 

From then on, she used him selfishly, for her bodily pleasure, or to run errands for her. 

But Harald kept bothering her, saying he was in love and wanted her to break up with Dez and date him, and he even asked her to marry him. Trish liked Harald, for he was a nice guy and physically attractive. But she didn't want to date him. She loved Dez and Harald was too much of a softy wimp for her. She could not date a man with no back bone, that looked up at her with the eyes of a puppy. 

Trish came from a warrior folk and she had no pity for a weak man. She used him and didn't even bother hiding it from him. All he did was whimper and call her cruel. She would tell him, "There is the door, go if you want," but he never left, no matter what she did to him. Trish couldn't believe what a weak, slavish being he was. Dez would have smacked her and dumped her for that shit.

On the other hand, it was just as well that Harald was fast improving his ass licking and pussy eating skills. The size of his dick was OK, but he came too fast, by her standards. If she told him to pound her and fuck the shit out of her, he would soon be cuming. Or if she rode him hard and fast, or humped him eagerly, the white guy would start cuming He just couldn't hold it and he couldn't give her a nice, long, hard thorough fuck, like the brothers back home. And when she told him to smack her ass and skewer her like a slut, he was like, "No! I cant do that. That is degrading to women." Trish really couldn't help him then so she sat on his face and made him eat ass.

But one funny thing about Harald was that he was confident he would be able to win her heart. One evening, as she lay in bed with Harald, he started going on about how she should date him. Trish yawned, feeling bored.

"oh gosh!!!! Harald, I told you I got a boyfriend back home. You even eat my pussy when I talk to him on the phone."

"Forget him. I can give you more than he ever can."

"What do you mean?"

"He is an African! Its better for you to have a German."

"Harald, what exactly do you mean?"

"What can an African do for you? And what can he give you?" Harald said with derision. He then went into a racist tirade against black men. Trish was amazed and she led him on, like she thought he was right. He felt confident and started telling her stuff like black men had no brains, they were barbarians, they lacked discipline, blah, blah, blah. And they were criminals, abusive to women, unromantic, and yeah, dumb, stupid, dim witted... Everybody knew...

Trish threw her head back and laughed heartily. He got agitated.

"Why do you laugh? You know I am telling the truth."

"You Germans ass holes kill me. Harald, you are such a brainwashed, ignorant idiot!"

"I am a better for you than an African!" he insisted. "You know that too."

"Is that so. Hi hi hi!!!"" she laughed. She couldn't believe him. "Lemme tell you something for nothing Harald, my boyfriend is more of a man than you will ever be. He is more intelligent than you. Yes, don't gasp. He looks better than you, he has a bigger dick than you, and he fucks much longer and better than you."

He smarted for a few seconds. She realized she had told him something he had always been aware of. But he didn't give up that fast.

"Sex isn't everything." Trish laughed at him. He got angry now. "I fucked his girl!"

"Hi hi hi! Harald, you don't fuck me. I fuck you!"

"You just use me!" he sounded hurt now.

"Yes. Get that into your arrogant, stupid head. DO you honestly believe a black woman could love a white man? I just want to fuck you and use you for my pleasure. If that is not enough for you, then there is the door. Use it!"

"You are cruel!" he wailed. 

"Don't you ever talk shit about my boyfriend again! Now, what's it gonna be? Either get naked or get lost."

"I love you!" It sounded like a whimper. 

Trish was annoyed with him for talking shit about black men, it wasn't even the first time. She wondered why he had a problem with them, for they had never done him anything. She was pissed, so she sat on his face and made him eat her ass and then she told him to fuck off and never come back. He left, head hanging, looking sad. But sometimes, she would call him over and he would come running and she would use him selfishly.

Chapter 6

One afternoon, Trish felt depressed and lonely. She was getting worked up about her dad. The guy hardly came to see her and he was adamant not to let her meet her siblings. He told her the Press were watching him. 

Dez called her from yet another country. She could hear loud music in the back ground. He told her that Kenya was live. 

But she was not in a mood for fun. She started crying about her dad and family, and he said,

"Calm down."

"He doesn't like me because I am black!"

"Then black mail him. Tell him unless he gives you what you want, you will go to the press and show them your pass port. You said he definitely doesn't want the people there to know he broke his vows with a black woman and fathered you, and is now hiding you away. You can get anything you want from him."

"I just want to be with my dad and my siblings."

"Get money, its easier."

"Dez! Don't be stupid. You have your brothers and sisters around you, mine don't even know I exist. I haven't even seen photos."

Trish wasn't satisfied. After she had taken lessons for two months, her driving licence was upgraded and she was allowed to drive in Germany. Rudiger gave her a small car. She looked up his address on the internet and drove her car to his house. It was a huge Villa in an affluent neighbourhood of Hamburg named Blankenese.

Trish parked her car several houses away and observed it for three days in a row, observing who went in and out. She caught glimpses of white faces through car windows, but that was it. She noticed a black maid who came by every morning. On the third day, Trish accosted her, calling her over, into her car. The woman was from Ghana, in her mid thirties. Trish asked her to let her clean for her the following day. She offered her money. The woman became very suspicious.

"Are you crazy! You want to take away my job?"

Trish started sobbing. Then she told the woman everything.

"Look, I just wanna go in once and meet my sisters and brothers."

"Just go and introduce yourself."

"No! I don't wanna cause him trouble."

The woman had sympathy with her. They went to eat and drink something together and she agreed, and told her what she had to do.

"Be warned though, your step mom is a racist rat. She likes to snap and shout around. Just ignore her. Good luck!"

Chapter 7

Trish returned the following morning, with a maid's uniform in her bag. She rang the bell and the gate slid open. She walked up a long drive way, to a spacious, well down grounds to a big, white, two story house. She rang the bell on a heavy oak door and after a while it was opened. Trish gasped as a blond woman stood before her, dressed in an elegant office outfit. She was in her mid twenties, and tall, athletic, curvy, with a thick bust, slim waist and wide hips. She looked very similar to Trish, in face and stature. Except that she was pale, blond and had emerald green eyes and thinner lips. She looked at Trish curiously for several long moments, just like Trish was looking at her. Her brow furrowed, like someone almost putting her finger on something, but failing to actually connect.

"Hi there. I am Trish. Munai is ill today, so I am working for her."

"Come in. By the way, hi, my name is Iris," Iris said in a warm, friendly voice. She led Trish down a long hallway with high ceilings, and paintings of people that Trish knew were her ancestors, the German part of course.

"Mom, there is someone here for you," Iris called out.

Daniela, came down the winding stairs, in a long, silky, pink night gown, matching robe, and fluffy house slippers. Trish looked up at a tall, slim, busty white woman, with long blond hair that flowed half way down her back, framing a long face, which was pretty, but seemed rather severe. She had pale, gray, blue eyes, a long, sharp nose, and thin, wide lips. She was holding a glass of wine in her hand, at nine in the morning. At first sight, she seemed to Trish to be in her early thirties.

"Mom, Munai is ill and this is her replacement, Trish."

For a second, Daniela paused on the stairs, and stared at Trish, then at Iris, then back to Trish. Then she tossed her hair back, like she was dismissing what she thought was a stupid idea and a sheer coincidence, and walked to Trish. 

"Good morning ma'am," Trish greeted, offering her hand, which Daniela took without returning the shake. "I cant believe you are her mom. You look so young."

"Thanks!" Daniela's severe mouth broke into a smile for a second. "Its all about exercise and a good diet."

"Plus the right surgeons. Hi hi hi!" Kata, a girl in her late teens said, as she walked up to them, and kissed her mom on the cheek. 

"You are up and awake, Katarina. Wonders never cease!" Daniela said with sarcasm. 

"At least I am still sober!" Kata retorted and then fixed her brown blue eyes on Trish and they sparkled with curiosity, fascination and open lust.. "Mmmm! Who are you?"

"She is working for Munai!"

"Mmmm! I got some stuff that needs a thorough cleaning in my room! Mmmm!" Kata chuckled dirtily and Trish found herself laughing too.

"Stop being disgusting!" her mom snickered. 

Trish looked at the new arrival curiously. Kata had the same face like her mom. She was a tall, super slim girl a tom boy body. She had short hair, dyed a flaming red and cut like a boy's. She was dressed in a tiny tank top that cupped her small breasts and a pair of tiny hot pants that were glued to her hips with the seam riding lewdly up in her slit. She had a cute rose tattooed on her back, disappearing into her ass crack. Kata winked at Trish and made for the kitchen.

"No no, Kata, don't go into the kitchen yet. We will all have breakfast together."

"Oh!!!" pouted Kata. "Then I guess I will have to go take a shit and shave my pussy."

"Oh!!!!" he mom groaned. "Get lost! And Iris, go put on some make up!" she turned to Trish. "Do you speak German?" she said slowly, like she was talking to a kid.

"Yes, I do ma'am. Fluently"

"Good, I am tired of these foreigners who cant even speak one decent sentence. Work on that thick accent though. You are not lazy, are you?"

"No ma'am."

"Good. Change in that bathroom over there. Hurry up, you got a lot to do. We are expecting visitors, but we should get the breakfast ready first.

Trish changed into a maid's uniform and Daniela commanded her around, making her set up the table for breakfast. The mom basically walked behind Trish, giving orders and insults, as she sipped her wine and coffee. Trish put out corn flakes, muesli, milk, sausages, boiled eggs, coffee tea, plates, cups, cutlery, whatever, and set the table up. Iris read the paper and sipped her coffee, but she kept stealing glances at Trish, like she was glancing at her. Whenever their eyes met, Trish couldn't help smiling and Iris would smile back.

Erich, a tall, lean guy in his late twenties, and Lena, his equally blond girlfriend, came down the stairs as breakfast was ready. Trish could tell that he was Iris' elder brother for he looked like their dad. Erich and Lena were both blond and blue eyed and they were smooth, slick and elegant, smelling of perfumes and loaded with silver and gold and dressed in very expensive clothes. They both didn't cast her one look. She greeted them and they nodded and ignored her. 

Daniela took Trish to the kitchen, gave her two slices of bread, a boiled egg and two slices of bacon and put them on a plate for Trish. She told her not to steal more behind her back, she was already fat anyway. She added that she should hurry up with eating, there was a lot to do. She said it with such superior arrogance too.

Eric called out for Trish to bring more coffee. As she was walking into the dining room, she saw Rudiger coming down the stairs. He was in a hurry, tying his tie and shouting angrily at his wife for not waking him up. She sneered, shouting back at him to kiss her ass. Trish quickly turned her back to him. He went into the kitchen and she heard him rummaging around, banging things about and cursing.

"Hey! Mädchen! (girl) Mädchen!" he shouted. Trish' heart thudded, as she realized he was calling her. She ignored him. He came to the doorway, cursing, "Können die nicht mal Deutsch, diese Schweine!" (cant they even speak German, these swine)

He clapped his hands loudly,

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Heisses Wasser! Hot water!!! Tempo! Mach mal Tempo Mädchen!" he snapped. "Du!!!! (you) Sag ma, bist du taub du schwarzes Ding. (Are you deaf, you black thing?)"

"Hey! Bist du taub!" Daniela snorted at Trish.

Trish shrugged and turned to face him. Rudiger gasped and his face went white, red and white again. But he caught himself fast before the others noticed, and waved Trish over and then retreated into the kitchen. 

As soon as she walked in, he snatched her arm, sinking his strong fingers in and and closed the door.

"You stupid cunt! What are you doing here! What the hell! Trish!" he whispered angrily.

"I just wanted to see the others."

"Trish, I don't like disobedient children. I will stop supporting you."

"Daddy, I am your flesh and blood too."

"Get out. Go. Leave now. Out!!!"

The door opened and Rudiger immediately released Trish's hand. Iris stood there. 

"Dad! Don't get angry at her. She is new. I will make you some hot water."

"No! I will get it myself. Go and get ready for the office. We are leaving soon."

"I am ready. Say, Trish, can you come with me, please. I need a couple of things done in my room, if you don't mind."

"Yes. Unless you have an announcement, I mean, request to make, sir?" Trish smiled at Rudiger.

"No!" he growled and then turned to switch on the kettle.

Trish followed Iris out of the room. Iris led her up the stairs to her room, a spacious bedroom, which was well furnished, and very neat. It had a boarded floor.

"Don't mind dad. He is kind of grumpy in the morning."

"Its OK. What can I do for you?"

Iris showed her a big heap of clothes.

"Those are some clothes that we don't wear. Go through them, if you see something you like, for yourself or the people back home, take it. I will give the rest to charity. Take your time. Dad will leave in 15 minutes, and once she has had her second glass, mom will leave you in peace. All right? Relax!"




The First Foundation Pt. 02



"Thanks!" Trish said. Iris went back downstairs. Trish looked through the clothes for a few seconds. They seemed like they were hardly worn.

She looked around the room. On a shelf, she saw a row of photo albums. Out of curiosity, she took down the first one in the row. She started flipping through it, seeing Iris and her other siblings, as children. She got fascinated and lost in them, and absently sat down on the edge of the bed, flipping through them.

Suddenly, the door was yanked open, and Trish jumped up hastily, tossing the album behind the bed. Daniela, carrying a fresh glass of wine, stood glowering at her.

"What the hell!!!! The cheek of it! You lazy little thing! Get up... What did you hide? Were you stealing! Yes!" she sneered, feeling confirmed in her suspicions by the guilty, startled look on Trish's face. She shouted over her shoulder, 

"Thief! Thief! Iris, call the police!" Daniela shouted self righteously, now blocking the door way. "You wont escape. You foreign criminals all need to be sent back home! The whole bunch!"

Iris ran up the stairs and stood in the doorway.

"Mom, I told her she could have those clothes. I mean, we don't wear them."

"She was stealing. She hid something behind your bed! Check your money and and jewellery. Empty your pockets, you little scoundrel!"

"I wasn't stealing anything. I was just looking at photos. Sorry..." Trish reached and picked up the photo album.

"Liar. Thief! Call the police Iris! Right now!"

Then Rudiger came charging into the room, brushing past his wife and daughter, to grab Trish's arm so hard she winced. He snatched the album out of her hand, tossed it on the bed.

"Enough of this! You stupid cunt! Get lost! Right now!" he growled at Trish, and started dragging her out.

"Dad!" Iris exclaimed.

"Ah ah. Don't let her off lightly. Call the cops on her! Little nigger thief..." Daniela shouted after her.

Trish gave an animal growl, her eyes flashing with anger and shoved Rudiger away. 

"Excuse me! Who are you calling a nigger, you drunkard!" She snarled at Daniela like she wanted to smack her and the mom gasped and flinched.

"Trish! That is enough! Out! Or else!" Rudiger growled.

"Or else what!" Trish snarled at Rudiger. She stepped at him with no fear, just rage. "You are gonna hide and deny me, huh! Daddy!"

"What!" Iris and her mom exclaimed.

"Trish! Get the hell out of here!" 

"Not until the truth is out!" Trish charged down the stairs to the bathroom where she had changed. Iris and her mom chased after her, with Rudiger trailing behind, rolling his eyes and groaning. Trish snatched her passport out of her handbag and handed it to Iris. Rudiger tried to snatch it away but Iris nimbly dodged away, and opened the page with Trish's full name and date of birth.

"You are two years younger than me, huh!" she said dryly, and handed her mom the pass port. "Must be the time when daddy was working in your country, huh." 

Daniela looked pale like she had just seen a ghost as she read the passport.

"Precisely!" Trish said.

"Oh, this is just what I need to start my day! You stupid fucking cunt! You emotional, dumb, foolish, insolent, little piece of shit!!!!!" Rudiger stated, as a matter of fact.

"I guess I am a chip off the old block!" Trish retorted insolently.

"You are lying! I don't believe you! This is fake! Say something Rudiger!"

"Calm down. Its an old story! Go pour another glass of wine down your throat!" 

"I hate you!!!!" Daniela shouted and threw the pass port in Trish's face. Then she charged at her and smacked her across the face. 

"Why are you hitting me! Did I tell him to fuck my mom or what!"

Daniela reached back to smack her again and Trish caught both her hands. 

"You ever hit me again, and I will knock all your fucking teeth out!"

Daniela whimpered with fear and ran behind her husband.

"Rudiger! Do something! Throw her out! Send her back to the hole she crawled out of...."

"I will go to the press."

"No!!" Iris gasped. "You will ruin Dad. Just calm down, we will find some solution." Iris was reeling, but she was the calmest of all.

Erich, Lena and Kata now walked up, attracted by the commotion. They asked what was going on.

"All right!" Rudiger said firmly, clapping his hands. "Everybody, get lost! This is none of your business. Patricia, come with me!" 

"No. I want to be introduced properly, to my brothers and sisters." Trish said firmly. Rudiger tried to snatch her arm, but she ducked behind Iris and put her hands on her shoulders. Iris instinctively spread her arms to protect her.

"I knew it! Hi hi hi! I told you daddy was a player, didn't I mom!" Kata laughed gleefully.

"Shut your stupid face, you stupid cunt!" Daniela growled with wrath at her daughter.

"Aren't you gonna introduce us to her dad?" Kata asked, laughing.

Chapter 8

The whole family gathered together at the dining table. Erich and his girlfriend, Lena were sneering at Trish. Daniela was drunk and kept snorting at her and glaring murderously at Rudiger. Rudiger didn't give a fuck. In fact, he seemed very impatient, like he wanted to rush off to work and his appointments. 

Katarina, the youngest was very amused. She wore a thick perfume that hardly covered her stink of the joint she had just consumed. Other than that, she wore little else, just skimpy hot pants and a tank top and she sat with her legs thrown apart, like she wanted everyone to see her outlined pussy. And she was eyeing Trish with fascination and open lust, giving her the come fuck me look.

Iris sat besides Trish and was calm. If the situation could be equated to a meeting, then she was the calm chair. She kept giving Trish small smiles and winks.

"What do you want?" Erich asked Trish.

"She wants your inheritance. I tell you, that is why this greedy creature is here," Daniela snapped.

"I just wanna get to know my family."

"We are not your family! Do we even look like you!" Erich snorted.

"Are you blind, Erich! Look at her and Iris!" Kata snorted and laughed. 

Trish and Iris looked at each other and smiled, with warmth and fascination. 

"Oh, this is a very touching moment!" Daniela snorted. "Rudiger, sort out this mess. Pay her off. Give her ten thousand. That is a lot of money in Africa."

"Yeah Dad! Pay this greedy slut off!" Erich snorted.

Trish's eyes began shining and she blinked back the tears.

"You know something, if you guys came to my country, I would be so happy and so proud to show my friends and everybody my dad, my sisters and my brother."

"Those from below must look up to those above!" Daniela said sarcastically.

Trish's eyes flashed. "Back home, we are taught to respect adults, and adults are also taught to speak and act like adults!" 

"Shut up you stupid monkey! Go the hell back to the hole you crawled out of! Bimbo!" Daniela sneered.

"Daniela, I know this is difficult for you, but I am a person just like your children. I am not made of wood and stone..." Trish started sobbing heavily. Iris put her hand on Trish's shoulder to calm her down. 

"Look, I don't have much time for this. I have an interview in an hour. Trish, what do you want? Concretely?"

"I am going to go and jump into the Elbe and drown myself. What life is this that my own dad and my brothers and sisters deny me as if I stink!" Trish wailed in anguish.

"Go! If you want I can drive you!" Daniela snapped.

"You are staying here. Daniela, back off her."

"What! I don't want her in my house! No way! Ah ah!"

"Look. The campaign is heating up. We cant have her running around out there, all emotional and loose. You and I will work this out later, all right?"

"I hate you, you ass hole! You hypocrite, liar and selfish ass hole. Kiss my fucking ass!"

"I would get a new car and Holiday house if I were you mom!" Kata laughed.

"For once, the loser speaks wisely. She is staying! Eric! Come!"

Rudiger stood up and Eric rose to follow. Lena stood up too. Rudiger waved her back. 

"You ride with Iris or take a cab." Rudiger said. Lena looked questioningly at Erich. He shrugged helplessly. Then dad and son were gone.

"You can sleep in my room tonight, I will sleep at my boyfriend's."

"Iris. Just leave her alone. Let her find her own way, our African Princess!"

"Relax mom! Just calm down."

"And who is gonna clean up? That is what I wanna know!"

Daniela refilled her wine glass as Iris led Trish up the stairs.

Trish kept sobbing, quiet, heavy sobs, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Iris made her sit on the bed and knelt besides her, hugging her. Iris seemed a bit lost as to what to do, as if such an emotional outburst was something strange for her.

"Calm down Trish. Its gonna be all right. We are not as bad as we seem."

"No! Nobody wants me here. Even my own dad doesn't want me."

"I want you here. Just be calm and patient..." Iris said in a calm, mature voice.

Trish turned and looked at her, "I guess its really weird to have to thank my own sister for liking me, but thanks."

"You are welcome honey. Now, stop crying."

The Kata walked in, puffing on a big, fat joint. Iris sneered in disapproval.

"Kata, you need to find your lazy ass a course or something, instead of taking all those drugs."

"Chill. I am working on my career. Here..." Kata passed the joint to Trish.

"Don't! Its weed."

"I can smell it! And I need one right now!" Trish said, and took a deep puff.

"Finally, a cool elder sister..." Kata chortled. "Go on to the office, our diligent Iris. Go earn mom and dad's approval. I will show Trish around the place."

Iris gave Trish some sleeping clothes and showed her where things were. Then she said she had to leave for work. She went downstairs and found her mom, and Lena, Erich's girlfriend in the living room, drinking and talking shit about Trish.

"There comes mother Theresa!" Daniela snapped and Iris was cast evil glances by both.

"Mom. Its not her fault, if anyone is to blame, its dad!"

"On whose fucking side are you, you traitor. That bitch will take away your inheritance. Is that what you want? You are so naïve and stupid! After your dad has won the senate seat, I am getting rid of her. You can bet on that. And I don't want you associating with her. Is that clear?"

"Yes mom!" Iris said obediently and walked out.

After the joint, Trish was feeling better. She said she would clean up the house. Kata said not to bother, but Trish did it.

Chapter 9

Iris drove Trish to the hostel and they picked up her stuff and moved her into a guest bedroom. Iris gave Trish her cell phone number and told her they shouldn't speak much in the house, but she could call when she was in town and they could do some stuff together. 

Trish would leave in the morning for her language courses and return in the late afternoon. She tried to appease Daniela by doing some housework and cooking but she didn't even receive a single thanks, and except for Kata, nobody else ate what she cooked... Kat sometimes talked and flirted openly with her, but she was usually busy with pissing off her mom. Trish was mainly left to herself. Erich ignored her, Daniela glowered at her and Rudiger was hardly home. Iris would talk nicely to her when her mom was out of sight, but when she was there, she would ignore Trish too, casting her furtive, warm glances once in a while.

Her German family was strange for Trish. Rudiger and Daniela lived around each other, not together. He wasn't around that often. He ignored Daniela for the most and she was rude and not even respectful to him. They insulted each other in front of the kids. He would call her "blöde Fotze!" which meant stupid cunt, and she would say, "Leck mich am Arsch! Kreuzweise! Du Arschloch! (Lick my ass. Crosswise! You ass hole!" Trish couldn't believe it, for her parents back home never would have talked like this to each other, especially not in front of the kids or visitors. 

Rudiger did not have much of an emotional connection with his family. He had little time for anyone. He however had a soft spot for Trish. He was fascinated with her. Once she was moved in, he always came to her room and took her downstairs for coffee. But he would only indulge in small talk. He did not like to get into emotional things. Just like the rest of the family. For them, "How are you?" was a greeting and not a question.

Daniela drank a lot, starting in the mornings. She usually dressed up in elegant costumes and tonnes of jewellery and drove off in her chic, convertible, shiny, new sports car, to visit friends, shop or get beauty treatments and massages. Trish seldom heard her laugh or saw her smile. She was a rich, unhappy, frustrated, selfish drunk.

Trish tried to be win her step mom over by being nice, cooking, cleaning and washing up. But Daniela, Erich, Lena started using her like a servant, making demands and giving orders, rudely even. 

Daniela hated Trish and did not bother to hide it. She was rude, speaking to her like an idiot. She banished her to her room when visitors were around. However, when Trish walked around in skimpy clothes she caught Daniela gazing at her, with fascination, mixed with lust, for Trish could identify lustful glances from women.

Erich was like Rudiger and Daniela's dog, he sucked up big time, like a champion brown noser. He agreed with whatever his mom or dad said, and was rewarded with admiration by them, like a dog being fed a bone. Trish realized quickly that her big brother was a spineless ass kisser. He even kissed his girl friend's ass big time. But he bullied Iris around, and he was very arrogant, rude and mean to the staff and everyone he perceived to be lesser beings.

Iris was the calm one in the family. She was reserved and diplomatic and tried to be on good books with everyone. Her mom dominated her and her dad always put her down. Erich snubbed her and Katarina ignored her, unless she needed money or favours. But she never rebelled or complained, for she had been well trained, to be obedient and put her parents first and never question them. She worked in her dad's main office as the girl for everything. When Trish asked her what she intended to do, Iris said she would marry her boyfriend in a couple of years and look after her family.

"Stupid cunt!" she thought to herself. "I ought to smack her stupid face and make her eat my pussy," she thought to herself in exasperation.

Katarina and Daniela fought like cats and dogs all the time, screaming at each hysterically and using language so rude it burned the ears. Trish was shocked initially, and chided Kata that she could not talk to her mom like that.

"If you were born by a selfish wolf, you have to treat it like one," was all Kata retorted. "Now get off my back. You are pissing me off!"

Kata was very short tempered, lazy, rude, selfish and spoiled. She was very rude and showed no respect to her parents and siblings. She was given lots of money by her mom and threw it out of the window. Her favorite occupations were shopping, partying, smoking weed and watching TV. Trish was amazed at the liberties Kata was allowed. She walked around the house half naked. She never cleaned her room, and it looked like a pig sty, and she never cooked or did any of the things Trish grew up doing for herself. 

Chapter 10

On her third afternoon in the house, Trish met Kata's boyfriend, some tall, lanky, long haired, unkempt, tattooed, pierced, filthy, stinky loafer named Jochen. Kata let him in and proudly took him to Daniela, and announced that he was there.

Daniela glowered at him and did not return his greetings. Trish could see that Kata was dating him just to piss off her mom. Trish was fascinated by him. She had never met a human being that resembled an unkempt, lowly animal like him. She was amazed he could even speak. She would never have touched him with long pair of long, insulated tongs. She wondered if Kata had a soft spot for wild beasts.

When Kata introduced Jochen to Trish, he leered at her openly and called her a tasty piece of chocolate. Kata's stoned eyes flashed with jealous. She then meanly said Trish would be real pretty if her hair was straight and she didn't have those fat lips and dirty, dark skin. Trish gasped and wondered if she should smack her later. Kata then led her boyfriend to her room. They smoked so much weed that the whole corridor was soon stinking and cloudy. They put on loud trash metal music, the sounds of loud fucking came from Kata's room. Trish assumed they were fucking, until she walked past the door, which was ajar, and saw Jochen lying on the bed, fully dressed, watching porn.

Trish felt so embarrassed by all this. Daniela however, simply ignored it. This happened over the next two afternoons. Trish could not believe it. Her mom would have whipped her for pulling such a stunt. And she would have felt so ashamed to do something like that at her home, anyway. Talk about no respect.

On the third afternoon, Trish heard smashing things and raised voices coming from Kata's room as she walked by. She put her ear to the door. Jochen was shouting angrily at Kata.

"You fucking cunt! Give me the cash! Mike will fucking kill me!"

"Mom is not around, where the hell can I get the money from? Hell Jochen, I gave you the money and you took most of the drugs yourself anyway. It ain't my fault you kept the cash!"

"Mike doesn't play. You know those fucking Turks. He will fucking knife me!"

"Go suck his dick or offer him your ass hole or something! I don't give a fuck!"

"Yeah, well fuck you Katarina. Fick dich ins Knie, du kleines, verwohntes Gör." (fuck you in the knee, you little, spoilt brat).

"You ass hole! You fucking loser!" Kata snarled wrathfully then Trish heard a loud slap.

"Was zum Teufel!" (What the hell!) Jochen roared. "Jetzt bist du dran, du kleine, blöde Schlampe!" (now you are gonna get it, you stupid little whore!)

Trish heard a loud slap! Kata screamed, then her voice was muffled. Another slap followed. And another.

Trish yanked the door open and burst in. The room was submerged in a thick cloud of weed. Empty beer cans were scattered all over the floor. There was some white powder a folded bill and little mirror lying on a table next to the bed. Jochen and Kata were both naked. Kata was lying on the bed, face down, ass up. Jochen was kneeling over her, grabbing the back of her head with one hand, shoving her face into the pillow as he spanked her ass hard with his other big, meaty hand. His dick was hard and rearing, his pink, reddish tip engorged. Kata's small, round ass cheeks were red with welts. She was crying into the pillow. It didn't sound too much like pain, but Trish didn't care. She ran at him, and nearly slipped over a used rubber. Disgusted, she shouted,

"Hey. Enough. Get out right now or I am calling the cops!" she shouted at Jochen.

"This is none of your business. Either get naked and join us or get lost!" He snarled at Trish. His eyes had a bright shine from the cocaine he and Kata had been sniffing. Kata struggled to raise her face but Jochen pressed it down and smacked her ass hard. She whimpered and trembled. 

"Look at her wet little pussy. She loves it rough!" Jochen rasped to Trish, stroking Kata's pink, wet pussy. Kata shivered.

"Get your dirty animal hands off my sister, you sick ass hole! Get lost, right now!" Trish snarled and tried to pull him off. 

"Oh, halte die Fresse, echt! (close your gob, really)" He pimp slapped her, back hand, sending her staggering. 

"Zeig deine Schwester wie sehr du dass liebst. Ich reiss dir den Arsch offen, du kleines Luder!" (Show your sister how much you love it. I will tear your ass up, you little slut). He smacked her ass real hard. Kata shuddered and moaned. Then he grabbed his cock and tried to line it up with Kata's hole.




The First Foundation Pt. 02



"You hit me! How dare you!" Trish saw red. She grabbed a plastic bottle of cola and bashed him in the face with it and it exploded, showering them all. Then she fell on him like a fury. Jochen was too stoned, drugged and drunk to be a match for her fists and claws. She mauled his face and kicked him with her heavy leather boots. Then she picked up the small table, scattering the cocaine and mirror. She smashed it on his back. Jochen started bawled and rolled on the floor. But Trish was too mad to care. She grabbed him by his unkempt hair and yanked him out and then kicked him down the stairs, naked. She yanked him to the door and threw him out naked. Daniela, who was just coming in gasped.

"What's going on?"

"Jochen was just leaving!" Trish snarled and kicked him in the belly. "Next time you feel like hitting someone, hit your mom!" she snarled, and spat on him. Then she pushed the perplexed Daniela inside and banged the door shut.

Jochen started banging on the window and growling that she was dead. He said he had connections. Trish grabbed her cell phone and threatened to call the cops. He begged for his clothes. She stormed upstairs to Kata's room with Daniela following, and tossed his jeans out through the window. He demanded his shirt and boots. Trish started talking on the phone as if she had cops on the line. Jochen repeated his threat to have her killed and sprinted away.

Kata was on her feet now and still naked. She was drunk, drugged, stoned and very pissed. 

"Are you all right honey?" Daniela asked.

"Fuck off!" Kata snarled at her mom. Then she fixed her shiny eyes on Trish. "You stupid, fucking cunt! You wasted my coke!" She tried to attack her with her skinny arms. Trish caught them easily.

"That ass hole was hitting you! What the hell do you want with that animal anyway?"

"Nobody gives a fuck about you here Trish! Get that into your thick, black skull."

"Well, I give a fuck about you. You are my sister and I love you."

"Is that so? Well, then finish me off. You interrupted me and Jochen. Now get down on your knees and make me cum. Eat my fucking pussy and choke on it you black cunt!" Kata cheekily started stroking her cunt. Daniela gasped, so did Trish.

Kata laughed and flicked her juices on Trish's face. Trish smiled meanly.

"Kata, my little sister, this hurts me more than it hurts you!"

Trish smacked her hard, making her stagger. Kata couldn't believe it. She started to scream and cry at the same time. Daniela tried to get between them, cautiously, but Trish shoved her away and grabbed Kata by the hair, then she dragged her to her shower and shoved her in, and opened the water. She threatened to bash her if she came out before ten minutes was over. Kata insulted her madly, but she stayed under the shower.

"this is just what we have been missing, one more lunatic in this house!" Daniela rasped. Trish glared at her and the step mom walked off fast.

As Kata showered, Trish went to her room, opened the windows and cleaned up the mess. Many porn DVDs were scattered on the floor. Trish chuckled as she put them in their covers. At least half of them were lesbian flicks. However, the rest were sado-masochistic German productions. The covers depicted women being whipped and and abused. Trish tossed them all in a box. 

Kata came back in, her skin steaming from the shower. She had a towel wrapped around her middle.

"Be careful about Jochen. He really has connections in the drug scene and he is an ass hole. Call dad and tell him."

"What. I cant tell dad about this! Its embarrassing!"

"No. he is used to it. Call him, before Jochen harms you. He was in jail for robbery and grievous assault."

Trish called Rudiger and told him everything, reducing her bashing of Jochen to a shove. He was calm. 

"You are a tough one, huh?" he said. She thought she heard pride in his voice.

He asked for Kata and made her give him Jochen's number. Four hours later, he called back and said not to worry. He paused, and then said to Trish,

"Don't get too involved with Kata, she is a stupid, hopeless, drugged up cunt. She will pull you down. What are you doing with your life? Know what you want to study now?"

"I want to enrol for Media Design. There is this college..."

"Good. Call Iris if you need assistance with the application. I will pay for it."

"Dad, could we like, talk, one of these days. Just talk, like..."

"I will tell you when I have time. I am busy right now, all right? Gotta go!" Click.

Kata was in a deep, drugged sleep. 

Chapter

Trish got dressed and went to pick up application forms at the private Media Design school in town.

Afterwards, Trish called Iris and they met for lunch and then took a walk. They talked about their growing up. Iris had intended to return to work but she decided to take Trish to the movies and drinks afterwards. 

Trish was introduced to Iris' boyfriend, Ted, an economics student. He was tall, blond, smooth shaved and expensively dressed. He was immediately infatuated with Trish, gazing at her with lust and fascination, and this worshipful gaze that Trish often got from white men and even women. Ted started having his eyes, ears and mouth only for Trish. He was drooling over her, with his girlfriend sitting next to him. Trish became uncomfortable, for she noticed jealous in Iris eyes. 

When Iris went to the bathroom, Ted offered to show her around, without Iris. 

"No! Are you crazy!"

"I really like you, yunno. I can pay you..."

He reached over and stroked her hand. Trish snorted and kicked him hard under the table and he gasped and jumped back, blushing. But he still kept casting her his lustful, worshipful gaze. They had several drinks. Trish got drunk. 

Iris and Ted walked her to a taxi. Iris told her not to tell her mom, that they had met, and been out. She said they should repeat it soon. Then she hugged Trish nice and long and kissed both her cheeks. Ted wanted to hug her too, but Trish waved and jumped into the cab, giggling. They parted and Iris went to sleep at her boyfriend's.

When Trish got inside, the lights were out downstairs. She went to Kata's room and checked on her. Kata was fast asleep. Trish went to her room and stripped off her clothes. She wanted to shower. 

Just then, there was a light knock on her door and it opened. Daniela stood framed in the door way, in a short, pink, silk lace night dress with a deep front that exposed the tops of her big breasts, and a matching gown that was open. She wore a pair of open high heels that matched her gown and night dress. Her long blond hair was combed open, her face powdered and she wore pink eye shadow and pink gloss lip stick. Trish could smell her rich perfume. She wondered if her dad would be coming home soon for a romantic evening, for Daniela seemed like she had taken her time to make herself look pretty.

She was holding a wine glass, half filled with red wine. She seemed drunk. Her glassy pale blue eyes gazed dreamily at Trish's naked, dark, athletic, tall, busty body. Trish saw lust and worship in her gaze. She suddenly remembered she was naked. She thought of covering herself, but decided cheekily that if Daniela barged in, then it was her fault. 

"Hi Daniela!" she said softly, smiling and then stretched herself languidly, watching her white step mom. She saw Daniela gazing lustfully at her thick, proud, dark breasts and then her toned belly. Her step mom's eyes rested on her thick, bald pussy.

Trish realized her step mom was lusting after her and ready to worship her.

"Is dad coming back soon?"

"He is out of town," Daniela responded, blushing, her voice quavering and soft. "I wanted to thank you for helping Kata out this afternoon."

"No problem. I am just about to shower. Close the door and come in," Trish said and turned on her heel, to walk to the shower, swinging her thick, firm, round young brown ass sexily, as she felt Daniela's eyes on her.

She heard the door click shut. Then Daniela walked after her into her bathroom. There was a toilet seat and a shower cubicle. Trish turned to Daniela and said,

"Thanks for making yourself look beautiful for me. Take a seat," she closed the seat and Daniela sat on it, blushing and looking entranced. She hastily sipped on her glass of wine. 

Trish left the glass doors of the cubicle open and turned on the shower. She stood beneath the head and faced Daniela, parting her dark, strong thighs and striking a sexy pose as the water flowed over her dark brown, wavy hair making it wet and plastering it to her head and the sides of her face. She moved farther under the head and closed her eyes as water cascaded down her face, neck, shoulders and big, dark breasts, onto her belly and down her front and hips, onto her legs and down. She looked at Daniela through her half closed eyes and saw that her step mom was breathing through her parted lips and her breasts were rising and falling rapidly.

Trish smiled and turned around, letting the warm water flow down her back and drip off her ass. Feeling cheeky, she reached back to cup her butt cheeks and pulled them apart to let water flow into her crack. Then she turned off the shower and turned to face Daniela. She was gazing at her wet, dark body with misty, lust filled, worshipful eyes.

"Daniela, take off your gown and come and give me a hand please," Trish said softly, taking a bottle of scented shower gel. 

Daniela gasped and blushed profusely. She gulped more wine, and then she stood up as if in a trance and removed her gown. Trish liked the way she did it, slowly and sensuously, like she was trying to entice a lover.

Daniela's night dress was held up by thin straps and it had no back. The silk and lace garment was glued to her skin, showing every contour of the blond's slim soft body. Her nipples were thick and engorged, poking out lewdly through the thin fabric. She walked up to Trish and the black girl smiled at her and squeezed thick, white foam gel onto her palm and put the bottle in her other hand.

"Spread this over my back please." Trish turned her back to her. Then she felt Daniela's soft, trembling hand spreading the gel over her shoulders and back. She stopped just above her ass. "Do my ass too and my legs..." Daniela did it. Trish heard the rustle of her gown as her step mom sank down on her haunches and spread the gel all over her ass. Then she went down and spread it on the backs of her thighs and legs. She wanted to reach around to the from but Trish stopped her. Instead, the black girl pulled her cheeks apart and said Daniela should put some there too. She heard her step mom rasp as she looked into her dark crack. Then her hands were stroking her crack, trembling violently. Trish turned turned around and pulled Daniela up gently.

"Do it to my front too." She watched Daniela's face as the mature white woman squeezed foam onto her palm lavishly. Daniela avoided looking into her eyes. Her face was blushing profusely, but Trish could see lust, coupled with fascination, and joy, like she was enjoying serving her, though this woman hated her guts.

Her white hands were trembling and she seemed like someone touching something precious and fragile as she lathered Trish's neck and then her shoulders. Then she went down to her chest. Trish scooped up her big, dark breasts and told her softly not to miss a spot. Daniela lathered her breasts with trembling, soft, careful hands. She spent some time with her thic, dark nipples. Then it was her belly and hips. 

Daniela's worshipful obedience, her aroused gaze and the feel of her soft, trembling hands were getting Trish very excited and naughty.

She smiled as Daniela stooped to get her thighs and legs, her eyes gazing at her pussy. Trish parted her thighs and and put her finger at the tops of her shaved pubes, pointing at her pussy.

"And there too." Daniela rasped and squeezed loads of foam into her palm. Then she lathered Trish's dark pussy her hand very tentative. "Cup it in your palm or you will miss a spot." Daniela did it, cupping her pussy softly. "Stroke it and lather it up nicely. Firmer. I am so wet from the touch of your hands, I need to wash that pussy!"

"No!" Daniela gasped.

"Yes. Lemme open it for you!" Trish reached down and spread her foam covered lips. "Get your fingers in there, just around the opening. I Don't want no foam in my pussy. Stroke it. Yes! That#s good. Your fingers are so nice, warm and slippery. All right, take the shower head and wash me. And here is a sponge. No, in fact, use your hand. Your touch is so nice."

Daniela could not believe how excited she felt as her step daughter that she didn't even like, was making her wash her. She was confused by the extreme state of arousal that she was in. Her pussy was dripping wet and her nipples were hard and itchy, her skin hot and tingly. She was feeling so aroused and happy to serve Trish and do as she told her. She swallowed her drool, gazing at her step daughter's dark, athletic body covered in white foam. It was so sexy and so arousing. Then she washed her with a gentle jet, stroking her back and washing away the foam, mesmerized by the sight of her pale hand on her dark skin. She got so aroused, feeling her soft, silky, warm skin and the young, hot muscles below it.

Then Trish reached back and parted her cheeks. Daniela moaned as she eased her trembling hand between them and dutifully washed Trish's crack. Then Trish turned around and held up her tits for her to wash. Trish started stroking her nipples with her thumbs as Daniela washed her big mounds. Daniela blushed but kept gazing at the thick nipples. Trish pulled her thumbs back and Daniela stroked them, one after the other and they were hard as rocks. She was panting now, the front of gown wet from the shower, and plastered to her slim, busty frame. Trish then made her wash her legs and then her pussy. She lasciviously spread it and Daniela directed the soft jet at it. Then she pulled it back and her pale hand reached up dreamily to stroke the thick, engorged black pussy and the shiny, wet pink, reddish gash. Trish trembled at the contact and Daniela moaned.

Then Trish told her to wash and rinse her hair. Daniela shampooed her and then Trish bent down and let her rinse her hair.

Then Trish turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

"Dry me!" 

Daniela picked up a big, soft, fluffy towel and lovingly dried up Trish as her step daughter dried her hair. Then Trish made her dry her crack and pussy. Then she told her to go and get the wine bottle. Daniela walked off as if in a trance and returned soon, with the bottle of expensive red wine. It was half empty. She also had a glass for Trish. Trish had just wrapped the short towel around her hair but was still naked, her dark skin steamy.

"Thanks Daniela. Ditch the glass. Do you like my body?" Trish asked her softly, her face inches from hers, looking into her eyes, fixing them.

"Yes. I think you are very beautiful." Daniela rasped.

"Is it true what Kata said, that these things are not real?" Trish asked casually, reaching up to scoop a big breast under the soft lace dress.

"Yes!" Daniela said, blushing.

"Don't be shy! I think I like them. Pull them out of your dress. I wanna see them."

Daniela blushed and hesitated.

"I should be going to bed."

"Show me your breasts." Trish said firmly but gently. Daniela held the wine glass in one hand as her other hand slowly took out her breasts and left them hanging over the top of her night dress. They were big and firm, the result of a good boob job.

"Nice!" Trish said, scooping them up and running her thumbs over the thick, excited nipples. Daniela trembled, gazing at Trish's dark hands fondling her thick, creamy breasts, causing sharp sensations to shoot to her excited, itching clit. 

"Do you like mine?" Trish asked her and she nodded weakly, feeling drowsy. Then Trish pulled her closer by her tits and rubbed their nipples together. Daniela gasped and trembled.

"Trish, you should stop it." she rasped weakly. 

"Not before I give you what you came here for!" Trish said calmly, then she untied the short towel from around her hair, grabbed it at both ends and hooked it around Daniela's neck. Daniela rasped and stiffened. "I'm thirsty. Pour some wine into my mouth."

Daniela rasped and then she raised her glass with shaking hands and brought it to Trish's lips. She tipped it and Trish drank it empty.

"Mmmm! Tasty!" Trish moaned, and then she pulled Daniela's face to hers using the towel. Daniela came as if in a trance. Trish kissed her thin, pink lips with her thick, dark ones. Daniela stiffened and gasped. Trish snaked an arm around her back and caught the back of her neck with the other hand, and pulled her into her wet, steamy body.

"Let me go! I should be going to my room!" Daniela rasped, 

"You hate me! Yet you lust after me, don't you?" Trish rasped, amused. "Kiss me!"

"No!" Daniela whispered weakly. Then Trish engulfed her step mom's mouth in hers and tongue kissed her fiercely. Daniela tried to push her away weakly. Trish bore her chin into the white woman's lower lip and forced her tongue deep into her mouth and explored her fiercely. Daniela melted and closed her eyes. She started trembling and moaning softly as she sucked on Trish's tongue.

Trish felt powerful and nasty. She pulled up Daniela's night dress and sank her hand into a soft ass cheek, squeezing it and pumping it as she pulled Daniela's hips to hers and pushed her thigh between hers. Daniela gave a high but soft moan and started rolling her hips around Trish's thigh, rubbing her cunt into her. Trish chuckled into her mouth. Then she grabbed a wad blond hair and pulled her back, making her wince sharply.

"You know what I have always wanted to do to you Daniela? Smack your face and force you down on your knees and feed you my pussy."

"No!" Daniela rasped fearfully, going all red. But she did not try to pull away.

"Now, I wont smack you. But I am feeling horny. I need my pussy licked."

"I don't do that!" Daniela rasped fearfully.

"You will do it for me! Give me the bottle." Trish stepped back into the cubicle, pulling Daniela after her. Then she grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down. She did not use much force because Daniela sank down on her knees as if in a trance. Trish stood over her and pulled her face up to a breast. 

"Wrap your loving arms around me and open your pretty mouth!" Daniela did it and Trish scooped up her thick breast and tipped the bottle above her nipple. She shivered as the cold wine washed over her skin and excited nub. Then it poured into Daniela's gaping mouth, some trickling down her chin and onto her breasts and dress. Rasped through her nostrils and shivered against Trish.

"Swallow!" Trish said softly and Daniela did it, moaning. Then Trish fed her wine from her other breast and made her swallow it too. Then the black woman leaned down.

"Open up your mouth and lick my tit clean. Yes! Suck and slurp it clean. That's nice. Lean back so I can see you lap it with your sweet little pink tongue..."

Like she had known, Daniela did it. She started moaning and trembling as she sucked and fed herself on Trish's dark nub. Then Trish fed her her other nipple too.

"You are good. Have you ever done this before?"

"No!" Daniela rasped.

"Sink down now. Sit back on your feet."

Trish towered over her white step mom and raised one thigh to hook it over her shoulder, poising her pussy over her mouth. Daniela blushed profusely and trembled strongly as Trish spread her pussy with one hand and poured wine over her gash and it dripped into Daniela's mouth. Daniela moaned and shivered as her mouth filled up. Trish paused and let her drink and then poured more wine over her cunt into her white step mom's mouth.

Trish was feeling so naughty. She didn't know why Daniela was letting her dominate and humiliate her, but she was loving it. She told her to clean her pussy with her mouth and lick it clean. Then she lowered her wine drenched, bald pussy on Daniela's face, keeping it spread.




The First Foundation Pt. 02



"Kiss it like you love it. Give it a nice, long, deep kiss..." Daniela opened her mouth and kissed it softly with her pink lips. "Now, lap it up like a cat! Clean everything," she said in a gentle but firm voice. The entranced step mom whimpered and started lapping. Trish hooked her hand behind her head and started grinding her engorged, excited pussy into Daniela's mouth.

"Suck it up. Suck my pussy real nice... Oh! That is so good. Get your tongue up in my pussy hole!"

Daniela moaned and engulfed >Trish's pussy into her mouth and then she started sucking and stroking her hole with her soft, hot tongue. She felt Trish tremble and moan. Daniela hooked her hands around her hips and grabbed Trish's ass and pulled her pussy onto her mouth. 

Trish ground her hips into her step mom's face, feeling her pussy melt as it was sucked and lapped, sweetly, gently, slavishly.

She had had sex with many girls, but none of them had been like Daniela. They had wanted to have fun and get naughty. But Daniela wanted to please her, like a slave almost. Trish leaned back, feeling powerful and drank wine from the bottle. Then she pushed Daniela back, keeping her leg over her shoulder. She told her to spread her pussy and then she fucked the long neck of the bottle into her pussy. She started fucking herself with it and directed Daniela to tongue her clit and suck it to her rhythm. 

"Suck and release it and suck it again. And keep lapping it with your tongue! Ah! That's good.

Daniela did it obediently. As Trish's movements became urgent, so did Daniela's. Now she was pulling Trish firmly onto her mouth as she ate her clit.

"Oh fuck! Yeah! Look up into my face while you eat my clit!"

Daniela looked up at Trish, her cold, pale eyes all shiny and excited, her long pretty face all red. The worshipful look on her face did it for Trish, much more than the bottle she was twisting and rolling and pumping into her excited hole, or the hot tongue and soft lips on her clit. It was the worshipful look that made her cum hard. She stiffened and groaned as her face twisted and her hips bucked. Then she climbed off Daniela's face and pulled the bottle out of her palpitating pussy.

"You loved making me happy, didn't you?"

"Yes!" Daniela rasped.

"Are you a lesbian?"

"No!" she rasped, blushing.

"Have you ever been with a girl?"

"No!"

"Have you ever wanted to?"

"Not until I met you!"

take off your dress and lets go to bed!"

"No! I should go to my room."

"Forget that."

Trish pulled Daniela's dress off over her head and then she peeled off her conservative but sexy, pink, lace panties. She pulled her into the shower and turned on the warm water. Then she lathered both their hands and told her step mom to stroke her as she stroked her too. She washed Daniela's breasts and then washed her between her legs. Daniela immediately started moaning and writhing against her in the throes of lust. Trish pushed her against the hot walls and and wriggled three digits into her hole and then she finger fucked her. Daniela fingered her back and tongue kissed her softly but greedily. Trish hooked her thumb over her thick, engorged clit and rubbed it as she fucked her hole with two digits. Daniela started bucking and cuming hard. She threw her head back against the wall, grimacing as she convulsed violently, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

Trish dried her drowsy, wobbly step mom and made her dry her too. Then she led the tall, pale blond to her bed. She made Daniela lie on her back and she straddled her face and fed her her pussy.

"Stick your tongue out and slide it up and down my slit. Bob your head. Yeah! That's it. I am gonna fuck your tongue and cum in your face, you white bitch!You want that, don't you?"

"Yes!!!" Daniela rasped, craning her neck and grabbing on to Trish's hips for leverage to bob as her black step daughter used her tongue for her joy. Trish sat on her face and fucked her mouth and tongue for her pleasure, cuming several times. Then she rolled onto her back and slid several pillows beneath her ass and raised her thighs, then she made Daniela kneel before her, and hold up her dark thighs.

"Eat my black pussy Daniela. Feed yourself. Make me happy!" She showed her how to finger fuck her hole and the German step mom did everything, obediently, slavishly, moaning with pleasure from being dominated, humiliated and used for Trish's pleasure. And she was cuming so often, without touching her own pussy.

Trish grabbed her by the hair, making her look into her eyes as she fucked her face and used it for her satisfaction, till Daniela's tongue and jaw were sore. But Daniela kept licking her dutifully. At one point, she complained that she needed a break.

"Fuck that!" Trish chuckled, amused. "Keep eating my pussy till I tell you to stop. Eat it. Slide your long tongue in my hole and bob until I say stop. Yeah! That#s it. Suck and slurp. And finger your ow pussy, whore!"

Daniela did it. Finally, when her clit was itchy from cuming. Trish then rolled on top of Daniela and kissed her for ages. Daniela melted under her, stroking her lovingly and moaning.

"You have been a good girl Daniela. Now I am going to reward you! I am gonna love this. I have never fucked a white bitch before, you know?"

"Its all right. You Don't have to do anything for me."

Trish chuckled and wriggled two digits inside her pink pussy and finger fucked Daniela as she ate her big, creamy tits, telling her to hold them up. She snaked her tongue around a thick nipple and teased it and then sucked and chewed on it. Daniela's pussy started clenching violently around her digits as the step mom started cuming and gasping. Trish gave her no time to rest. She went down on her, devouring her pink flesh. As she neared Daniela's pussy however, Daniela became scared. She tried to push Trish away and wriggle free.

"No! Stop it! I don't want! I am not a lesbian. This is gross!" She seemed like someone coming to her senses suddenly.

"Daniela, you have been eating my pussy for almost an hour, bitch!"

"You made me do it, you evil cunt! I am not into those things!" she wailed. "Don't lick me there please!"

"Don't fight your nature! You are my lust slave. You do what the fuck I want!"

Trish forced her down and brought her mouth to her pussy. Daniela tried to fight it for a few seconds. Trish rolled and pumped her digits in and out as she would lap her clit, suck it and lap it, again and again, to her rhythm. She was enjoying the internal struggle in Daniela, between her want and lust and her mind.

Daniela started relaxing and then her body melted.

"Get up on your elbows and look at me eating your pussy!" Trish told her as she pulled her digits out, to rub the slippery digits all over her excited, dripping gash. She sucked up Daniela's pussy juices and went up to her mouth, as she swished them around and made a cocktail of them with her saliva. And then she let them drool down into her pink lips and Daniela moaned and sucked them in and swallowed. She had her first orgasm. 

As Trish went back down on her, Daniela started groaning and rolling her hips. Trish told her to pinch and pull on her nipples and she did it. Trish ate her and finger fucked her lustily and Daniela started crying and hissing and fucking her face. Her hips whipped up to meet Trish#s tongue and fingers. As she came, she pushed her hips up and threw her head back, thrashing about violently, her eyes jammed shut as bright explosions ripped through her cunt and head. Her pussy was convulsing violently around Trish's digits.

As she recovered, Trish climbed up onto her knees and bent that big, black ass over and then she started stroking her slit. Daniela recovered and drank straight from the wine bottle.

"Daniela, come and lick my ass!"

"No!"

"Do it! Come and make me happy! Now!"

Trish said firmly, and Daniela whimpered and came and licked her ass, with the same obedience and slavish joy that Trish had noticed on Harald, her ex German lover. She made Daniela plate her ass crack and then lick her hole as she stroked her clit. 

"Oh fuck! Yeah!!!" Trish groaned, loving feeling the hot tongue in her ass. "Get up in there Daniela Get all up in my ass. Mmmm! Bob your head. Fuck me with your tongue! Oh yes! Fuck my ass. Go in as deep as you can go! Come on. You can go deeper than that! That#s it! Keep bobbing and slurping! Shit!!! Suck the shit out of my ass! Oh fuck! This is fun!" Then she had her finger fuck her pussy and tongue her hole for ages, loving it and popping her ass in her face. Daniela started getting into it, hooking a hand around Trish's hip to yank her to her face as she slithered her tongue in and out of her hole and sucked and slurped greedily, groaning and gasping. As Trish came hard, Daniela came too, gasping and bucking violently, without touching her pussy. Trish came for over three minutes, and then she finally rolled away, sated. 

She pulled Daniela into her arms and held her. Daniela started weeping. Trish stroked her hair and dozed off. 

When she awoke, Daniela was just coming out of the bathroom, where she had collected her gown and soaked dress. She was blushing. Trish rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her shoulder, gazing at Daniela with amusement.

"You especially enjoyed licking my ass, didn't you?"

"I don't know what came over me! I have never done anything like that. Please don't make me do it again."

"You loved it, bitch!" Trish chuckled. "Is that why you hate me, because you wanna eat my ass?"

"No! You made me do those vile things, you evil girl. Please don't tell anyone. And please don't make me do that again."

"But you enjoyed it!"

"No! No!" Daniela started weeping.

"All right. Get the fuck outta here. But don't fuck with me again! Unless I say so!"

Trish laughed heartily as Daniela went slinking out like a dog, blushing, head hanging.

Chapter 11

Trish enrolled to study Media Design. Iris announced this to Daniela, Erich and Lena at supper, they might respect Trish more. Daniela didn't say anything, but Erich and Lena attacked Trish. They told her to be realistic. Media Design was too complicated for her, what with computers and software and stuff. And what the hell she would do with a degree in Africa. She should seek a cleaning job. 

Trish ignored those hos, for that was what she now called them. She started going to the Media School, where her classes lasted till late afternoon. Usually, she would meet up with Iris. Iris no longer brought Ted with her, and Trish was relieved.

Daniela meanwhile had developed fear for Trish. She didn't bother her, but she kept her distance and would hurry away when she saw her. However, sometimes, when she bumped into her in a passageway or on the stairs, and there was no one around, Trish would block her way and smile with amusement at her. Daniela would start blushing and trembling and Trish knew she could get her to do it all over again if she wanted to.

Trish started immediately at the Media School. She needed a computer and Rudiger sent her to pick up a lap top and paid for it and the software. Iris helped her set it up. When they ran into some problems, they asked Erich for help. He refused.

Kata ignored her for three days after the incident with Jochen. However, on the third evening, she knocked on Trish's door and came in.

"Hey. I just made some popcorn. Come to my room, and lets watch a movie." she said and Trish followed.

Trish almost feared it would be some perverted German porn, but Kata showed her Sissy, a German classic with Romy Schneider, that she had loved in her childhood. They lay in Kata's bed, propped up on pillows. Kata fired up a fat joint and passed it, giggling sweetly at the movie. Trish liked it too. Kata snuggled up to her and Trish slid an arm around her and pulled her close. She stroked her and Kata purred contentedly. When the movie finished, Kata was snoring. Trish dozed off and they slept in the same bed.

The next morning, she woke up to find herself lying in Kata's arms. She gazed at her pretty face affectionately, wondering how such a lovely, young creature could be so corrupt. 

Kata stirred awake and smiled drowsily at her. She kissed her on the lips and said softly,

"Iris and Erich once watched me getting smacked by this ass hole and didn't do shit! Said it was my fault."

"I will never let anyone harm my blood."

"Thanks. Big sis," Kata kissed her and hugged her. "I will meet you in town this afternoon."

True to her word, Kata met her around four. Trish's red haired sister was wearing sexy, dark shades, popping gum from lips that were a glossy red. She wore a thick, short fur coat and skin tight, low sitting hipsters, with her red thongs showing, and high heeled leather boots. She had a cheeky, arrogant expression on her face, like "Yeah, I am the queen bitch! So fuck you!" She stared intently at Trish, hugged her tightly and kissed her on the lips, grabbing and smacking her ass.

Kata always looked at Trish with open lust. However, it wasn't the submissive, worshipful type of lust that Trish was used to from German guys or her mom. It was raw, animal lust. She knew that her young sister wanted tough fuck her and eat her out. Like a greedy, horny man.

"How are you, beautiful!"

"Fine honey. Hey, your panties are showing. And half your ass. Pull up your pants. Hi hi hi."

"No! That is the fun. I got it and I flaunt it. Come, lets go have some fun."

Kata took her to noble beauty salon. Trish saw the prices and gasped. Kata said not to worry. They spent the next three hours there, getting their hair washed and cut and their eye brows trimmed. They also got their legs and thighs waxed. Trish wouldn't but, Kata got her pussy and ass waxed as well. Then they had facial, and full body peeling. They took mud baths, had massages and got their nails cut and coloured. 

Trish felt good but the bill was staggering. Kata signed for it.

"Kata, that was expensive!"

"Dad will pay."

"What if he wont?"

"Oh he will. He even pays my drug debts for me."

"He must love you."

"No he doesn't. He cant stand me. He doesn't even bother to chide me, yunno. He just pays and ignores me! Do you know, I have no memories of him ever holding me on his lap as a child. Neither does Iris. But she follows mom and dad like a little puppy, desperate to earn the love that they cant give. I feel sorry for her."

"Come on, they love you guys. They must. You are their children."

"Dream on. If you are smart, get dad's money and have fun while you can coz that is all he has to give. You need a new ward robe. Lets get you some hot clothes."

They went to some designer boutiques. Kata wanted to choose the clothes for Trish but she had her gasping and blushing. 

"I wont wear that! Forget it!"

"Come on. Don't be a fucking prude. You got a hot body. Don't you see all those people eyeing you. Those nice, big tits and that cute round ass! Mmmm!" Trish almost baulked for Kata eyed her with raw lust. "Make them salivate for real and give them hard dicks and wet pussies."

"No! I wont walk around like a whore!"

"Then wear it for me at home. Keep me wet!"

"Don't be silly. I am your sister!"

Trish insisted on choosing her own clothes. However, Kata insisted on getting a few, naughty skimpy outfits for Trish along with the rest. Kata paid with her dad's card. They drove home with bags full of new clothes. 

As soon as they got home, they tried the clothes again in Kata's room. Then Kata had them both walking around in skimpy, lacy, semi-transparent hot pants and tiny tops. Trish's were white and Kata's were black. 

Kata pulled Trish before the mirror and they gazed at their reflections, a tall, busty, athletic, curvy black woman in white lace, and a tall, slim, red haired white girl, with small tits, a waist like a wasp, slim but flaring, curvy hips, long, endless legs, all dressed in black. They both felt aroused, by the reflection.

"Damn! We are hot, Trish. I like you in white and me in black. But you know what I would like even more, how about I put some white in you and you put some black in me!"

Their eyes met, and sparks of arousal flew between them. Then Trish giggled and ripped her eyes away.

"Kata, why do you wanna fuck me? Because I am your sister or because I am black?"

"Both! And I am good. You will love it. Lemme turn you out!"

"We are sisters! Forget it."

Trish walked slowly to the bed, feeling aroused, and feeling Kata's eyes on her ass, so she made it roll round and round. She climbed onto the bed slowly, arching her back, pushing her cheeks out. Kata stared at her with open lust now. Trish parted her thighs, let her take a good look at her pussy and started popping her cheeks and clapping the booty. Kata smiled and wagged her finger at her. Trish laughed.

"Don't tease me now!"

"You should thank me, coz that is all you are gonna get! Come here, lets watch a movie."

They slid in under a blanket and cuddled as they puffed away and watched a movie. There was a thick eroticism between them. Sometimes Kata tried to grab her tits or pussy but Trish pinched her hands sharply.

"Oh, you are frustrating me!" pouted the horny young sister.

"There are some things in life that are just nice to fantasize, without actually doing them. We are not animals that must follow every whim."

"So you at least fantasize about it!"

"Of course! You run around half naked with your pussy outlined. And you are hot!"

"Oh! Lets do it. Just once!"

"No way! Keep your fingers away from my pussy"

Chapter 12

Trish and Kata started spending loads of time together, much to Daniela's ire. Even Iris took Trish to the side and told her not to get close with Kata, or she would end up in the gutter with her. 

But Trish loved Kata for she was her sister and as far as she was concerned, family was family. And Kata fascinated her, for she was raw, candid and such a bad girl. She was a rich girl who liked low lives. She knew many people, mostly rogues, small time criminals. They were from the gutter, used and trafficked in drugs, carried weapons like knives and knuckle dusters, and they were always going in and out of jail. They were selfish, evil and stupid and didn't bother or couldn't hide it. 

Trish was astounded and fascinated like someone seeing exotic animals at a zoo. She had never thought to meet such worthless miscreants in Europe. Many of the guys and some of the girls tried to fuck her as soon as they met her, but Kata protected her, telling them to leave her sis alone and go fuck themselves.

A few of the people they ran into were rich people's kids trying to play bad boys and girls. Those rich kids were thrill seekers who thought criminals were cool and idolized them. They were used like bank cards and sex machines by the low lives. Kata wasn't trying to be bad and evil. She was bad and evil. She was street smart and had a lot of criminal energy and destructive potential. 

Kata was astounded one evening when they were walking down a street and Kata started smashing rear view mirrors with her boots. She damaged all the cars, whether cheap or expensive. But when they passed a shiny new sports car, she got her knife out and slit the roof open, and this, on a rainy day. If she had at least smiled or even laughed, Trish might have understood. 

A couple of evenings they were sitting in a pub with a few of her mates, who looked like thugs. A guy walked in and Kata went mad.

"Look! There is that ass hole, Ron!" The guys saw him and got angry. "Go and kick his ass," she urged.

"No!" One of the guys said. "I am out on probation. I will be sent back to jail."

"What did he do?" Trish asked.

"We were at a party and needed some cocaine. He said he knew where to get it and disappeared with our money and we never saw him again. Guys, go and beat his ass."




The First Foundation Pt. 02



"No!"

Kata stood up, went to him and emptied a glass in his face. He tried to smack her and she ran back to the table. He gave chase like she knew he would. He tried to hit her, so the guys she was with then stood up and bashed him badly. When he fell to the ground, bleeding, Kata kicked him with her boots. Then they ran for it. A few days later, she told Trish that the guy on probation had been picked up and thrown in jail for breaking it.

"Shit, Kata. He said it. Now you got him locked up!"

"He is a jerk. If I know I am out on probation, I don't get involved in fist fights."

One evening, Kata said they had to borrow Iris' car and pushed Trish in front. Iris wasn't too keen but Kata said Trish would drive it, to pick up something for their mom. They drove the car to some apartment and Kata handed it over to two guys who disappeared for several hours. 

Trish got worried.

"Hey Kata, Iris will be pissed at me about the car!"

"Fuck Iris. And don't worry, they wont damage the car."

"What are they up to?"

"They wanna pick up some stuff!" Kata responded, smiling.

Kata and Trish smoked weed with the guy who stayed behind. Kata and the guy were popping pills she didn't know. The guy tried to offer Trish some but Kata wouldn't let him. Trish fell asleep from the strong weed and when she woke up, Kata and the guy had disappeared. She heard some sounds coming from behind a door and opened it softly. She found them in a bedroom. The guy was kneeling on the floor and Kata was standing over him, sitting on his face like it was a bar stool. She was holding the stretched back strap of her thong way out of her crack and holding her pale, round cheeks wide apart and the guy was eating her ass like it was delicious and his hand was stroking her cunt. He was moaning and groaning. Kata was facing the door but she was gazing at the ceiling, eyes closed, face screwed, as she rode the guy's tongue. so she saw her, and winked, smiling wickedly. 

"Oh yeah!!! Oh my goodness! You are so good so talented! Yeah! Get your tongue deep in that ass and I might let you fuck it. Get in real deep. Oh yeah!!! Eat my fucking ass!"

Trish gasped and Kata looked at her and saw her.

"Mmm! That's it honey! Tongue my ass hole! You wanna eat my sister's ass too? Wanna get that talented tongue deep in her ass? That big, brown ass! Don't lie to me, I saw you looking at it."

"Yes!!!" The guy rasped.

Kata indicated for Trish to get naked. Trish hesitated. She didn't wanna fuck the guy. But Kata pulled the guy out of her ass and he blinked as he saw Trish.

"Mmmm! You beautify chocolate girl. I wanna taste you!"

"I don't wanna fuck him..." Trish said.

"I want you to eat her Mark. Eat her good and we will come back another day and fuck you. Both of us." She winked at Trish.

Soon, Kata and Trish were sitting side by side on the bed and the German was eating them out. They passed him back and forth by the hair and he devoured their pussies like he was starving as they stroked their clits. The guy begged to fuck them, but Kata said he was fucking up now, and if he kept that up, they wouldn't be coming back to fuck him. She was talking to him like a jerk for German girls never cut those stupid guys any kind of slack.

He apologized nicely and she told Trish to lay back and raise those thighs high and push her ass out. The guy parted his her cheeks and dove in, sucking her gorgeous black ass. Kata grabbed the back of his head and made him bob and slide his tongue in and out of Trish's anus and he was groaning away with relish. Trish decided that white guys were really so cute and nice. She couldn't imagine doing this to a brother, for they weren't such fools. She rolled her hips and rode his tongue with her shit hole.

Then the naughty young sister reached over and started stroking Trish's clit. Trish started moaning aloud. 

The guy was really talented and Kata definitely knew how to finger fuck a pussy and work a clit. Kata tried to dip in and eat her pussy but Trish pushed her face away. The guy groaned sadly, but Kata told him to get back to bobbing. Trish came screaming. Kata dove in and sucked her clit hard and she came even harder. Then finally, She pulled her sister away from her pussy, kissed her deeply and told her it was her turn. She grabbed the German's head and directed him to her white sister's hole and he now ate Kata's ass and Trish returned the favour by working her pussy with her digits. She didn't suck her pussy but it was still fun. Kata loved it and came crying and bucking hard. The German guy was all excited now, jerking off and shooting his cum on the floor and licking so good that Kata came again.

They promised they would hook up with him, and left for the living room, as the guy went about cleaning his cum from the floor.

"I ain't fucking him!" Trish swore. "He can eat a good ass but he needs to shower!"

"Pssst! Not so loud. He is dumb. I always do that to him."

"German guys are soft, aren't they? And they got small dicks and cant fuck!"

"Jens and Jimmy are hard," Kata said talking about the guys that had left. And I heard they are really huge and can fuck hard, from some other girl they used to fuck together. They always share a girlfriend. Wanna fuck them when they get back?"

"And Mark?"

"They will tell him to fuck off. He is the lowest in the crew."

"No. We should go back home," Trish said.

They smoked another joint and then the other guys returned the car. Kata started turning the guys on. Trish watched in disbelief as both guys stood before her younger sister and Kata pulled both their cocks out of their pants and started blowing them. They were not small, but they were not huge. They didn't beat any black cock she had seen, and that was excluding the really huge ones.

But Trish got horny all the same, for Jens and Jimmy were big, muscular young white males in their prime and they were acting real hard and she knew from Kata that they were criminals. She decided to see if they could give her the hard, thorough fuck she needed. She reached over and Kata passed her one cock. The two girls sat side by side and blew the dicks voraciously. Mark was watching and jerking off. 

"Oh..... Unbelievable!" Jens groaned, seeing his pink cock swallowed up in them pretty black lips. Trish looked up at him with twinkling eyes as she jerked and blew him.

"Here, try this one and tell me which tastes better!" Kata rasped and they crossed the cocks over one another so they could each suck the other guy's tip. They weren't sure which tasted better, so they leaned in and kissed each other, slowly deeply, as they stroke the guys' cocks.

"Shit! These are real fucking sluts! This is so hot!" Jimmy wanted to grab and jerk his own cock but Trish pinched his hand and told her, leave that to me. They blew them and both guys soon exploded in their mouths.

Trish was disappointed, for she had expected a little more longevity from healthy young criminals. But she didn't wanna rush to conclusions, as she and Kata sat back and got their ass licked. She wondered if German men had a thing for eating ass, for they hardly licked their pussies but went straight to shoving their tongues up their holes. She said "What the fuck!" and frigged her clit hard like Kata was doing, till she came hard.

Then they fucked the guys on the couch. They slipped rubbers over their cocks and the guys started pounding them. Trish lay back, pulled her knees to her chest and told Jens to beat her pussy up. He bit his lip and started fucking her hard. Trish got into it and started screaming, hearing Kata scream besides her as Jimmy pounded her. It was getting real nice and she was working herself up for a good fuck when Jens started cuming! Trish pushed him away and grabbed Jimmy from Kata.

"Hey! That's my cock!" Kata protested.

"I am older than you. Plus I am a guest in your country. Show some hospitality.

Kata was kind of pissed, but then she directed Jimmy into Trish's hole and leaned in to suck Trish's clit as Jimmy pounded her black pussy. Jens did not have to be told, he started eating Kata's ass. Trish loved it. She was holding Kata's pretty face to her pussy with one hand as she stroked and pinched Jimmy's pale, muscular torso with the other, trying to get him to keep it nice and slow. 

Then Jimmy started galloping away and came screaming.

Trish came too, but only because Kata sucked such a good clit. They fucked them a couple of more times that night. Trish finally found a way to get some good sex out of those white boys. She lay back and fucked one while Kata sucked the other. When he was close to coming, she pushed him out and his mate took his place, while he cooled his cock in Kata's mouth. This was the only way to make that white cock last. After she came hard, Kata took her place and got fucked crazy. 

The two girls left and then Kata realized she had left her phone so they went back to get it. Mark opened the door. Jens and Jimmy were busy sucking each other's dicks and didn't even see them.

As they drove home, Kata said to her,

"Wow! Those guys are really big and they can fuck so good, huh?"

"You are stupid Kata. Those guys aren't big! And they cant fuck! They don't last longer than five minutes!"

"They last longer than the guys I have fucked."

"Kata. I think white guys have small dicks and cant fuck. That is why they hate black men so much."

"I can believe that," Kata said. "Have you seen how black guys are always better at sports, music and dancing. But one thing though, white guys love to eat ass. Can black guys lick a good ass too?"

"They will slap that pale face for that shit, bitch! What were Jimmy and Jens doing with the car?"

"No idea."

When they got home, they went to Kata's room and ate each other. Then they fell asleep.

Chapter 13

The following evening, Iris was jumped by some undercover cops at the gate and her car was impounded. She was taken in for questioning. She called home and screamed at Kata. Kata and Trish drove to the police station. The car had been used to steal stuff at a construction sight. The cops had a video of it.

"My sister knows nothing about it!" Kata told them, chortling. "Show me the tape. Yeah, that is Jens and Jimmy. Jens is the blond. I normally wouldn't snitch on friends, but these guys are so dumb! They didn't even think of covering the number plates and wearing masks. Stupid fucks!" Kata laughed. "Here is their address!"

As they left the police station, Iris was irate. She wanted to beat Kata but Trish got between them for she was sure Kata would have won. 

They quickly drove to the guy's apartment and parked on the opposite side of the road. Soon, many police cars drove up with blaring sirens. Armed cops rushed in and Jimmy and Jens and Mark were soon dragged out of the house in handcuffs. Jimmy head butted a female cop and the other cops threw him to the ground and beat his ass out of shape. 

Iris looked on in disbelief but Trish and Kata were laughing. 

Just then, two guys Trish and Kata had met a couple of times walked up. They were obviously high, and I do mean very.

"Hey, your mates Kata, warn them!" Trish said.

"No. Watch!" The guys walked up to the apartment. 

"Who are you? Where do you wanna go?" a cop asked them.

"Eh, to Jimmy."

"Uh huh? Who are you?"

"Eh, ah, yeah, ah... Eh, we are colleagues of a colleague of a colleague. Yeah, that's right actually..."

"All right! Up against the wall, right fucking now."

They were searched and they were carrying cocaine, weed and ecstasy. They got handcuffed, smacked and thrown into a patrol car.

Iris shook her head and started the car and drove off.

Kata fell over laughing. "Shit! I love these guys! I love them to death!"

As they drove home, Trish asked Kata why she liked these low lives.

"They are fun. And real. They are not like all these fakes like mom and dad. And anyway, the rich are the the biggest criminals of all. The hard working poor are like sheep, you see. They are brainwashed and naive, made to follow the rules the rich break all the time. Its all such a big fucking joke. The problem with most guys who become criminals is that they are dumb. I mean, you have noticed it for yourself. They become criminals out of necessity, coz they are too dumb to do something else!"

Chapter 14

Trish was invited to her dad's office for the first time. The call came from Iris. Rudiger occupied an entire floor of a tall office complex in the city centre. Iris met Trish at the reception and led her to Rudiger's office, which was well furnished in black leather, with classical wall paintings and a splendid view of the city. Rudiger was sitting behind his desk, in a leather armchair, dressed in shirt, tie and suit pants. Erich, in a suit, was sitting on the desk, to Rudiger's left. 

Trish and Iris sat side by side. Rudiger greeted Trish warmly, Erich just nodded. And the Rudiger put on a stern face and tone of voice.

"You hang out with Kata. Now, tell me, what does she do? Is she involved in illegal, criminal things? Is she into drug trafficking?"

"What?"

"You heard Trish. Out with it? What is she up to with her friends?"

"Nothing. They just hang out."

"Don't mess with me Trish! Don't waste my time."

"We know she takes drugs. Her friends are criminals, aren't they?" Erich sneered.

"If you know, then why are you asking me?"

"Look dad! I told you they are of the same feather!"

"Trish! Come on. Just tell them! They want to help her!"

"Hey guys, I know nothing! Absolutely nothing! Zero. Nil. Zilch!"

"Cough it out Trish! What does she do with those people. Is she dealing drugs? Is she involved in crime? Out with it, or I shall cut your allowance in half. If you talk though, I will get you a new car. Any that you would like."

"Hey dad. I am sorry, but ..." Trish shrugged her shoulders.

"Punish her dad!" Erich sneered. "After what they did to Iris! Cut her allowance."

"Is that what you want Trish? Kata doesn't deserve your loyalty. All right. That is settled now. Half! And you don't start talking now, the other half is gone too. You will have to wait tables. Or clean. Is that what you want?"

"I am sorry, but I am not a traitor." Trish looked firmly at Iris.

"I didn't tell him. It was Erich!"

"Not very surprising!" Trish sneered. "Dad, here are the car keys. I can even take these clothes off and leave them here if you want, but I wont sell out my sister."

"Stop being emotional! Is that supposed to be touching!" Erich sneered.

"Erich, shut your stupid face! OK!" Trish snarled angrily. "If you want to order someone around get your own kids! What's your problem? Are you barren? Or gay?"

Iris gasped. Erich went mad. Rudiger leaned back and watched from one to the other.

"Dad. Tell her to shut up or I will smack her!"

"Smack who?" Trish jumped up angrily and removed her watch and slammed it on the desk. She was mad as hell. Iris wanted to get up to restrain her but Rudiger waved her down. "Come and try it. In fact, just come and touch lightly and you will see! I will ruin your pretty face! You look like girl anyway!"

"I wont dignify your stupid emotional outburst with a response! Just shows how uncivilized you are!"

"All right then. I will wait for you outside! Today you are really going to get to know me!" Trish banged her fist onto the table.

"What problem do you two have with one another?" Rudiger asked.

"He doesn't greet me back. He ignores me as if I am air! Today he is going to learn his lesson! What kind of a man runs after his mom and girlfriend like a dog?"

"Hey! Shut your stupid mouth! Jetzt reicht's aber! (enough)" Erich shouted, going very red. 

"He is bigger than you!" Rudiger pointed out.

"I used to box dad! Jochen was bigger than me and I bashed him and kicked him out naked! Ask Kata!" Iris gasped aloud and Eric seemed nervous. "This little pretty boy here wont last a second! Come here Erich, or I am coming for you!"

"Stop that. Take your keys and go home. Just don't spend too much time with Kata, OK?"

"But dad! She hasn't told us anything," Erich whined.

"Just come with me and I will tell you something, dear brother!"

"Shut up Erich! And you should at least greet her back! Bye Trish!"

"Wait Trish... Lets get a cup of coffee. Be back in a few dad!" Iris said, picking up Trish's watch, bag and coat and walking after the furious girl. Iris put her arm around Trish's shoulder and Erich frowned.

"She is really so violent and uncontrolled!" Erich said, looking after the closing door. "She is barbaric! She doesn't fit into our family dad."

His father looked sharply at him.

"I had four sisters as you know Erich, all of them older than me!" Rudiger said. "But I used to beat the hell out of them. They never said shit to me," he smiled. " But I am not saying you should do it."

"You know I abhor violence dad!"

"I know you do." Rudiger smiled. "All right, where were we? Get my lap top and tell Jenny to bring me some coffee."

"Yes dad!"



The First Foundation Pt. 03



Chapter 1

Iris and Kata had a quarrel about Trish. Iris accused Kata of monopolizing her. They finally agreed to share her, as in she would give each one three evenings of her week, and had one for herself. 

Whereas Kata moved with low lives, Iris moved with the rich and affluent, the fine, noble society. She would dress Trish up real nice and take her to eat at noble restaurants, teaching her decorum. They went to theatre and the opera, and attended galas and events. Sometimes they would run into Daniela there, who would give Iris a mean frown and cast Trish a murderous look. Then she would sweep over with her friends, all dressed in fine gowns and jewellery, and she would introduce Iris and Trish, saying Trish was the daughter of her husband's brother, for every one could see the resemblance between the two girls. 

Trish liked being with Iris because Iris was proud of her. When her mom was not around, Iris would always tell people proudly that Trish was her sister. And she catered to her and pampered her. The only problem was that the things Iris liked were so stiff and boring for Trish. 

One evening, Trish convinced Iris to go to an African disco with her for Trish missed African music. Iris was nervous, but finally agreed. 

They walked into a crowded, loud disco. There was a mixed race crowd and African music was blaring. Many people were getting their groove on. Trish loved it but Iris was all stiff. They got cocktails and started boozing. At one point, Iris gasped to Trish,

"I didn't know there were so many white girls that liked black men." 

For indeed, there were many white chicks getting cosy with brothers, dancing, chatting, or kissing and groping.

"Have you never fucked a black dude?"

"No!" she paused and then added, "I don't have much experience. I have only slept with two guys."

"What! At your age!" Trish chuckled incredulously.

"How many have you slept with?"

"Enough!" Trish giggled. "But not as many as Kata!"

"Oh, she is a pig! I bet she has done black guys!"

"You sound as if you think its wrong!"

"I have nothing against black guys. Its just that it wont work, you see. Different cultures and stuff. I know two girls who married black guys and they are divorced and all alone with their kids."

"Come on. White couples get divorced too."

"That is something else."

"Is that so. Maybe I should hook you up with a brother Iris. Some fine looking brother that will open you up, your mind I mean."

"No! They are not my type! And I got a boyfriend. We will be marrying next year..."

"But aren't you curious? Don't you ever wanna try a black dick?"

"No!"

"Oh Iris!" Trish groaned, smiling naughtily.

"What!"

"Nothing! Do you wanna dance?"

"No! I cant dance!"

Trish tried to coerce her onto the floor but Iris wouldn't dance. She was too shy and self conscious. Trish kept ordering cock tails and they got drunk. Then Trish saw her starting to eye the brothers with interest. Trish wanted to dance and so she sought the floor alone and shook that ass like a salt shaker. Brothers came at her, getting down. Iris stared, seeing her sister dance raunchily with guys she didn't know. It was almost like they were fucking on the floor. For a second, she wondered if it was bad influence from Kata, but she dismissed it, for she knew Kata could not move like that. She felt jealous, watching her black sister get down for the girl could move. Then she blushed, realizing Trish was making her feel aroused and excited..

Then black guys started shooting their game at Iris for they dug the beautiful, tall, pretty blond with a fine, big ass and tits. Trish laughed as she watched and realized that Iris didn't know how to deal with this. She was almost scared her sister would run away. Iris came and joined her on the floor to seek refuge. Trish embraced her and started grinding it on her and putting it on her. Iris went pale. Trish laughed and told her,

"Lemme show you how, big is."

She grabbed her ass and made it roll and pop. She poured more cocktails down Iris' throat and finally got her to relax enough to dance. Iris couldn't dance at all. Trish handed her to a big handsome brother and grabbed another for herself and the brothers started grinding their hips on them. Iris was by then drunk enough to grind back.

Trish lost sight of Iris and searched till she found her, cornered by the big brother. Iris was very nervous, but drunk and horny. The brother was trying to take advantage, of course. He was pressing his big dick into her and Iris looked paralysed, for she was not used to the direct approach. The brother whispered something in her ear and Trish laughed as she saw Iris gasp and blush. She went to rescue her. But the brother was one of those horny ones and he wanted to fuck Iris right that night. He told Trish to piss off, with her black ass.

Trish was shocked and then pissed. She told him, "Oh, so you are one of those brothers that wanna be white huh, and you star looking down on a sister, forgetting that you came out of a black pussy!"

"My mom is white!" he said proudly. "I am German."

"With an accent like that!"

"My dad was African! But I am a German citizen!"

"Then go down on your knees and suck black dick like your mom did, jerk! This girl is my sister! Look!" she pulled Iris close and pushed their faces together. He noticed the resemblance. "And I will make sure you never fuck her! I will talk so badly about you she wont even want to see your shadow."

Iris was looking confused. But the brother changed his style and started apologizing profusely and acting sweet.

"Sorry! I didn't really mean that. Actually, I don't feel German at all," he whispered to Trish. "I was only saying it because German women like that. But I am a true son of Africa! Please put in a good word my sister..." 

"Go get us two double Vodka's and red bull, with ice and straws. Chop chop!"

The boy bought them drinks like crazy. Him and his man were close to them like butter on toast. But they were really too pushy, so Trish ditched them and picked two other brothers for her and Iris. Now, the other guys were pissed, for they were drunk and their dicks were hard as rocks. They tried to start a fight. The guys shouted and shoved each other, and then turned around to see Trish leading Iris to some other cool cats,

"Trish!" Iris exclaimed, "What are we doing?"

"I don't see any ring on these fingers. Just scout around for talent, dear sister. We are seeking cool cats that look good, dance well and spend. Lets have fun!"

"What if they think we must sleep with them!"

"What! Tell them this pussy is not for take away. It might be hot but its not a MacDonald's burger!"

Iris looked kind of surprised by all this.

They danced with many guys all night. The guys were in lust. Two of them walked them to a taxi, talking that "I need you" stuff, and trying to lure them home, saying, "Just for one drink!" Iris would have gone, for she thought they really just wanted to talk and drink. But Trish knew brothers. She got their numbers and said we will call. She stopped drunk Iris from giving the guy her number. "They don't call, we call," she told her.

On their way home, Iris was now all excited, saying brothers were real nice. And they could dance real nice.

"But they are so pushy!"

"So? They wanna fuck! I would rather have a man that wanna fuck and shows me so I can say yes or no!"

"They are good in bed, aren't they. I can just imagine. From the way they move!!! German guys move so stiffly in comparison!" Iris chuckled dirtily, drunkenly. Trish could hear lust in her voice.

Remembering her initial words, hours earlier, Trish almost thought she should have let her go with the brother and experience a nice, big, black cock and some good fucking. But she felt protective and didn't want her sister fucking just some horny guy she didn't know. However, she decided she would have to find Iris a nice, talented big dicked brother to fuck her right, one of these days.

She thought of Dez suddenly. And laughed, as she remembered the Oracles words.

"What is funny?" drunk Iris asked.

"Iris, you are going to have black babies."

"You are crazy! Ted and I will get married next year and start a family!"

"I even know the father! The Oracle told me. Just mark my words!"

"What oracle!"

A couple of days later, Iris told Trish not to call the guys up for her boyfriend wouldn't approve of her meeting black guys and had said they shouldn't go to such places again. Trish liked Iris' blond boyfriend even less. The stupid cunt hated black men, but wanted to fuck her black ass.

Chapter 2

Kata met Trish in town on a late afternoon, after she had finished her lessons. She told her they were going shopping for a party. And first, they would pick up some fuel. They dropped by some weird guy's place to pick up weed first. The dope man, a stoned, muscular Turk with jail and severe paranoia was happy to see Kata and ogled Trish. He sold Kata a fat bag of weed, a slab of hash, some multi coloured little tablets and something in an envelope. Kata passed him a folded sheaf of bills. He didn't check. Kata asked him about Jochen.

"He dropped by and paid off his debts. He was scared shit-less and walking funny, but had cash. Said some Nazi types in suits kidnapped him, bashed him, made him suck a pistol like a cock, and then they raped him, paid him and told him to leave some stupid cunt alone. I think he fucked with the wrong guys or he was just hallucinating. You still pissing your mom off with him?"

"No! He could give a nice spank but his dick was trash."

Kata winked at Trish. Then the Turk fired up a joint and told her about who was in jail, who was coming out, and who pulled this or that stunt, either criminal or stupid shit. 

Then Trish and Kata jumped into another tube. They sat side by side. Trish asked, 

"Kata, what do you intend to do with your life?"

"Oh, I will have my fun and when I am tired of it, I will find a rich guy to marry. I am tall and slim, and from the right circles. All I have to do is grow long blond hair, and then I will find some rich guy that I can dominate, and start a family. And I will continue my sleazy ways. Its all about appearances. All these rich people act all upright, but behind closed doors, they take drugs, booze like mom, have lovers, and whatever."

"Does your mom have a lover, you think?"

"No! She is too much of a prig..." Kata laughed harshly suddenly. "Yunno, one day, when I was sixteen, she comes into my room talking that shit about, "Hey, your clothes are too skimpy, you look like a whore!" So, I pull down my hot pants, spread my pussy and show her my hole and tell her, "Yeah, I am a whore, just like you mom. Now get down on your knees and come and lick my pussy.""

"What! Shi-i-i-i-i-t!!! Did she smack you!"

"No! She started to go down and then she caught herself!!! Seriously!" Kata laughed hard. "I think she is a fucking dyke. A masochistic dyke type. One of these days I am gonna smack her and make her eat my fucking ass, I swear!"

Trish could have told her this was true, but she didn't.

"You are such an insolent child! Kata, I ought to throw you over my knee and spank that ass!"

"You do that and you will have to eat me, coz spanking really turns me on."

"There you go again. My own sister, shooting game at me!" Trish laughed and smacked her thigh.

"Have you ever been spanked real nice? You should let me spank you and eat you out real nice, Trish. I will introduce you to the pleasure of pain..."

"No! Quiet Kata, you are shocking all these poor people!" Trish gasped, suddenly remembering they were sitting in the tube.

"Fuck them! I don't care what these losers think of me. I am a rich bitch!" This earned Kata several mean looks but she really didn't care. She continued, "Listen, there is this party at the week end. A techno party. You will love it. Lets go and pick up some outfits."

Kata took Trish to a World Of Sex boutique on the Reeperbahn. Trish choked when Kata led her to the section of women's clothing. When Kata finally managed to get her to try out outfits, Trish nearly fainted from shame.

"Come on. Just try it on. OK? Please. Trying wont kill you! Here... Come on Trish! Don't do an Iris on me!"

Kata got her to strip down to her thongs and try on several outfits, each skimpier and more outrageous than the last. Then she handed her a bright pink, neon stretch Lycra catsuit. She blushed as Kata helped her pull it on. Trish had never worn anything so daring, revealing or outrageous in her life. The skin tight bottoms were like cowboy breeches; the tops of the inner thighs were cut out, so was the entire crotch and most of the ass. It had a t-front, with a spider web bra that tied at the back and was held up by spaghetti shoulder straps. The bra's straps cut deep, but sexily into her thick tits and they had small patches in the centre to cover her nipples. 

"Fuck! You look awesome. You should cut holes in those nipple patches, so you can pull them through."

"Don't be silly. I am not wearing this..."

"Here, pull on the panties."

"Wasn't I supposed to put them on first?"

"No! Of course not. They come on top, so you can take them and fuck and still keep the outfit on."

"how ingenious."

"Just try them on, I wanna see what it looks like." 

Kata disappeared outside for a few seconds as Trish pulled on the matching thongs over the cat suit. They were tiny, barely able to cover her mons, and they had a zip going down the middle all the way to the thin ass strap. Kata returned and handed her a long sleeved fishnet top, in the same colour, that ended above the breasts and urged her to slip it on. 

"What the hell type of a top is this that doesn't even reach the breasts."

"Its fashion. Put it on. Oh my gosh! You look awesome! Fuck! Trish! I am fucking wet. We are buying!" 

"Dream on!" 

Kata got her to put on a pair of matching calf high, heeled leather boots and a collar with spikes. 

Trish looked at her reflection and blushed. "If I wore this at home, I would get raped after two steps, coz the men would think I was really desperate for a fuck!"

"German men are pussies. Don't be scared. Anyway, I can tell you like it too. You look like you are turning yourself on so you can fuck yourself. Oh my gosh! We need to find the matching lip stick and eye shadow and then you will be smashing. They are gonna love you Trish. They will get hard and drool in their panties. Can we pretend that you are my bitch at the party?"

"Fuck off!"

"All right, then I will go as your bitch! You can handcuff me to you or put me a leash!"

"fuck off! Help me take this off."

"Wait!" Kata sank on her knees before her and adjusted the thong, her eyes shining as she gazed at Trish's outlined pussy in a very non-sisterly manner. "Gosh! This is nice and tight! We will have to shave that pussy hair off though! All right, lemme take these off," Kata smoothly peeled the thongs off. Though she still had another pair on beneath, Trish felt naked, for Kata was stripping her with her eyes. This was confirmed as Kata suddenly leaned in and kissed her mons through her gusset.

"Mmmm! Trish, when are you gonna let me eat you again?"

"Hey! Kata! I told you it was a one off thing. We are sisters."

"Stop pretending. You are drooling. Look how damp your panties are," she slapped Trish's cunt and squeezed and then darted out of reach of a smack. "I will take the same outfit in black. We will be the same sex fantasy in different shades."

Despite Trish's protests she took the matching outfits and charged the purchases to their dad's credit card. She also bought something very embarrassing for Trish, two black rubber cocks that vibrated as well.

Trish wondered how in the hell Kata thought she would get her to wear that in public. Trish grabbed a same coloured PVC mini skirt and added it to the purchases. 

"I will wear that on top. I am not showing anyone my bare ass."

"Prude!"

Chapter 3

When they got home, the place was deserted for the others were at work and Daniela was out of town, at some place to clean her alcohol problem. Kata however said she went to such places 3 or four times a year and would be clean for only several weeks at the most.

Trish went into her room and lay down for she was feeling exhausted. Kata came to join her soon. She was wearing a micro mini skirt and a tank top and puffing on a big joint.

"You tired?" she asked, sitting at Trish's head.

"Yeah. I feel exhausted all the time. Its probably from my fantasy pregnancy."

"What fantasy pregnancy?"

"I wanted my boyfriend to knock me up when I came here. But it didn't happen. I get my periods like clockwork."

"Do you have photos of him. Show me."

Trish got her diary and showed Kata her family. Then she showed her Dez.

"Funny, usually black people all look alike for me. But since you came, that's changing. He looks good," she said, gazing at the photo of a young, handsome, muscular, smiling black guy. "And he seems so happy. Cute. He fucks good, doesn't he?"

"Hi hi hi! Why would you say so?"

"He has that look. Are black guys better than white guys in bed?"

"Haven't you fucked a black guy?"

"No. I act like a whore to piss off mom and dad. But I haven't had as much dick as you think. I usually just get my pussy and my ass licked. Will you let me fuck him when he comes to visit?"

"Hi hi hi. This reminds me of the Oracle."

"What Oracle?" Trish told her. "She said he would knock you up."

"Me? I don't wanna have kids. I hate kids! Fucking brats! But I would fuck him," she chuckled. "Do you believe in such stuff, like Oracles?"

"A bit. She was wrong though, for she said I would fall pregnant. I didn't!"

"You should do a test. Its possible to get your periods even when you are."

"If I really was, I would know."

"Trish, put on a short skirt and come with me. I wanna show you something nice! Come on..." Kata said after the joint roached. 

Trish went to Kata's room, wearing a short skirt and Kata took her hand and led her to the bathroom. To her surprise, there were shaving utensils on a small table, including a small dish of water, form and shaver.

"Please shave me." Kata said, climbing into the tub and sitting on the edge. She pulled her skirt up around her hips. She was naked and Trish found herself gazing at her little pink pussy. It had a light blond fuzz. Kata had a long pussy slit, with small, pretty lips.

"But you just got waxed."

"my hair grows very fast."

"No! Do it yourself! You little ape!"

"Come on. Please! I always cut myself. Be a good elder sis. Please!" Kata pouted.

Trish shook her head, chuckling. "Don't get horny and rape me, all right?" She then knelt before Kata, lathered her pubes with foam.

"Do you like my cream covered pussy! Is it like a tasty cream cake?"

"Gosh. You are so horny! Now shut up and lemme concentrate."

Trish shaved Kata's pink pubes with short. Kata started moaning naughtily, playfully, at every flick and she would reach down and spread the foam around.

"Yeah. Get it all bare and clean like a baby's! Hi hi hi..."

"Stop fidgeting around Kata!"

"But its exciting. Go on down. Now do the sides. DO the fucking sides! Hi hi hi!"

They lathered the sides and Trish shaved them in smooth strokes. Then she shaved her in the creases, between the vulva and the lips. Then she washed her with a warm jet from the shower head. 

"There, your pussy is shaved clean your royal highness."

"Not yet. I grow hair on the lips as well. You have to do them too." 

"You are joking right?" 

"No. Look!" Kata grabbed her lips and stretched them like flaps.

Trish looked and saw that she wasn't lying. "Shit! You got hair everywhere like an ape!" Trish chuckled! "Fuck Kata, you got hair shooting out of your legs, your arms your back! If I was to put you in a cage for one month with no soap and no razor I would find an ape! A pale white gorilla with its ten children."




The First Foundation Pt. 03



"Who looks more like an ape?"

"A word of advice from your big sister Kata, I wouldn't talk shit to a woman holding a razor to my pussy! Unless you wanna have premature periods, that is. The fuck am I supposed to shave those lips." 

"You don't shave them, dummy. You pluck the hair with the pincers. Hold them and lemme do it." 

Trish held the lips and Kata plucked the hairs on the insides and outsides of her lips. Kata then stood up and turned her back to Trish, pulling her cheeks apart. Trish gazed at her crack, seeing her puckered, pink hole. There were tiny hairs in her crack.

"Fuck! Ape ass! I wont shave you there!"

"Come on. Do you expect me to reach behind and shave it. Come on Trish. I will do it for you too."

"I don't have hair hair growing out of my ass! Ape!" Trish smacked her ass. "Hold still, my sweet Gorilla!"

She lathered and shaved Trish's ass, then she washed her with water. She took a towel and dried her with it. Kata handed her a bottle of scented oil. Trish shook her head and chuckled, then she squeezed some into her palm and oiled Kata's pussy and her crack.

"I cant believe I am doing this..." she rasped as she rubbed Kata's entire, small, round ass and the top of her thighs with the oil. Kata started sighing as Trish went back to her cut and cupped it and rubbed it. Kata looked at Trish's face. Her dark sister was gazing fondly at her pink pussy as she rubbed it with her oiled hand.

"Mmmm! How do you like my pussy? Do you think its beautiful?"

"You mean, without all that ape hair? Yeah. It looks kind of cute. Look at these little lips. You haven't been real stretched now have you? I need to take you to some brothers... Hi hi hi."

"Does it look different from a black pussy?"

"Well, its white, or rather pink, for starters." Trish leaned in and kissed her pussy lips. 

"Mmmm! Do it again!"

"Fuck off. Your turn!"

"Yeah!!!" Kata squealed. Trish started to remove her thong. "No, lemme do that!"

Kata peeled it off smoothly and Trish took her place and she shaved her. She was much faster and very deft. Trish had no hair in her crack but she turned her around, made her hold her cheeks apart and lathered and shaved her anyway, just to be sure. Then she washed her clean. Kata took the oil and rubbed Trish with with it. She spent more time rubbing her sister's vulva and crack than Trish had. Trish started sighing. Then she started moaning.

Trish looked down into Kata's eyes and saw lust and affection. Then Kata slid her hands around her hips, stroking her softly and pulled her down onto her pink, pouting lips.

Trish moaned as Kata engulfed her pussy in her hot, soft little mouth. Then Kata lapped her slit, from her crack all the way up to the clit, then she slurped her tongue into her mouth and moaned.

"Oh!!!! You are so tasty Trish! Just liked I thought."

"Then gorge yourself, you greedy little cunt."

Face beaming with joy, Kata rocked her head up and down and side as she feasted on Trish's dark pussy, sucking on that soft, tasty flesh and slurping away. Trish' juices flowed into her mouth and she drank and swallowed and moaned her pleasure. Kata got horny and grabbed the backs of Trish's thighs firmly as she started throwing her face into her pussy, shooting her tongue into her fuck hole and slurping. Trish groaned as sparks exploded in her loins and she grabbed Kata by the hair and fucked her face lustily, till she came all over her. Kata chuckled, as she finally sank back to catch her breath. Her face was covered in juices. 

Then she turned Trish around and started stroking her dark, thick round ass.

"Oh gosh! This black ass is so beautiful. I wanna get up in there. May I please!!!"

Then Kata was lapping and licking up Trish's buttocks, as she stroked them, and Trish felt so good she had to lean into wall and moan. Kata then concentrated herself on her crack, lapping it up and down, her soft tongue caressing over her dark puckered hole, making Trish rasp. Kata hooked two digits into Trish's pussy and finger fucked her as her mouth went for that ass. She called Trish her African Princess and tongue fucked Trish with ever growing lust till her whole face was lost in her cheeks and her tongue was all the way in her hole. Trish moaned and fucked her back, cuming so much she felt like picking up Kata and praising her.

"Oh fuck! You are such a dirty little whore!" Trish rasped and yanked Kata to her feet. Se kissed her pink mouth that tasted like her black ass and then she led her to her room.

Chapter 4

"All right, listen, you want an African Princess, don't you? I will give you one. Roll a fat joint and slide a vibrator into your pussy, but don't turn it up too high. Just get it smoldering but you don't dare cum!"

Kata squealed as Trish kissed her on the lips and then left the room. She rushed to put on her shortest black skirt and a cup less push up bra. Then she put on cherry gloss lipstick that matched her hair color. She rolled and fired up a fat joint, then she took her newest, most favorite vibrator. It was black, and it vibrated and rolled at the same time, with five different settings for both. She chose the second, for both.

The super slim white girl fired up a joint, sat back on a couch and parted her thighs and pushed up her tiny skirt to expose her pink, shaved pussy. She started running the whirring vibrator over the insides of her thighs and it felt so good. She pressed it into her shaved vulva, inching closer to her overflowing cunt. Then she smeared the big, smooth, vibrating, rolling head into her dripping slit to wet it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Kata cried as sharp currents ripped through her pussy. She gasped through gritted teeth and ran it lightly over her clit. She loved it. She was so horny from shaving Trish's black pussy and crack and then oiling it. She pressed the vibrator into her engorged clit and her hips started popping. Then her excited nub exploded and she threw herself back on the couch and fought to stifle her moans and screams as her body jerked violently. As she finally came down, Kata switched the vibrator off. She smoked the joint, feeling dreamy and light headed. She wondered what was taking Trish so long. Then she wondered if she could cum again, before her dark sister came back. 

She parted her thighs and slowly fucked the vibrator into her hole, inch by inch. She hissed and moaned, as she slotted it in all the way, and filled up her pussy. She turned it up a couple of levels and it felt so good, whirring silently in her, causing wonderful vibrations that spread through her loins.

"Ah! You are enjoying yourself, huh, you horny white bitch!" Trish teased from the doorway.

"Fuck!" Kata rasped, her jaw dropping as she saw Trish. 

Her black half sister indeed looked like an African Warrior princess. Her face was painted intricately, with white, red and black lines and dots, that made her look beautiful, mysterious and enticing. 

Trish was now topless, with several long, colorful strings of beads and pearls around her neck, resting in the deep valley between her full, proud breasts. Her loins were covered by a traditional, colorful, Zulu cloth, with spears and shields, around her hips. It was a foot wide, very thin and almost transparent. She had wrapped it tightly around her hips and ass, knotting it together on one side, leaving one thigh completely exposed and barely covering her ass and crotch. She wore very high heeled shoes. 

Kata felt excited as she gazed at her, drinking in her dark body, so feminine. Sexy. Exciting. 

"You are beautiful! Oh my gosh! I want you Trish! I want you!" Kata squealed.

She raised her thighs and slowly pulled the vibrator out of her happy hole. It was shining dully, and coated with her juices and whitish, girl cum. She held it up to Trish. Trish walked up to her, wide hips swaying sexily. She stood over her pale, slim, white sister and casually took a wad of short, flaming red hair, tilting Kata's face up to her. She smacked her cheek lightly.

"I didn't wanna fuck you, coz you are my sister, but you asked for it. Now, you will get it!"

Then she leaned down and kissed her fully on the lips, tonguing her fiercely. Then they shared the shiny dildo, both of them licking Kata's juices off it. Trish gave Kata a tiny black Brazilian rhinestone, mini tanga. The gusset was hardly two fingers wide, and it was semi transparent.

"Put that on whilst I put on some music."

Kata watched the alluring, dark woman walk with a sexy sway to her ass as she changed the music and put on some Kwaito music from South Africa, that sounded like a slower version of House music, with some wild chant like vocals, that were reminiscent of Hip Hop, but wilder. Trish turned it up, then she bent over to pour some wine, pushing her ass out. Then she came and stood in front of Kata. Her nipples were hard, sticking out. 

"I am going to dance for you," she declared, smiling naughtily.

"Yeah! I wanna dance with you!" Kata rasped, her eyes fixed on Trish's big, dark tit.

"No. You just sit back, watch and get horny white sis!"

Chapter 5

Trish knocked down her glass of wine. She put it away, stood in front of Kata and fixed her eyes on her. Then she started dancing, riding the rhythm, like a lascivious tease.

Kata had never seen Trish so happy. A wild excitement now glowed on her dark face and her eyes were shining like coals. Her breasts were swinging freely, the beads rustling to her movements.

"Fuck! You can dance!" Kata rasped, mesmerized as she gazed at Trish's body undulating like a snake, moving smoothly, like she had no bone in her body. Her hips were rolling up and down, round and round, and it was so sexy and seemed so casual. 

She laughed happily, as she put her hands on Kata's shoulders, and wound her hips in her face, and it looked so effortless and so sexy. She whipped her breasts around to the beat, and did some fancy foot work, despite her high, pointed heels. Then she threw one knee up carelessly, and wagged it around and around in the air, balancing on on foot, her hips circulating smoothly. Kata gazed between the dark thighs and gasped, for there was darkness, like Trish wasn't wearing panties. Kata's little pink mouth watered. 

Trish slowly sank down to her heels, thighs parted wide, her hips rolling and popping as if she was fucking some invisible dick. Kata moaned, going crazy with lust. Trish placed her hands on Kata's knees and smiled lasciviously up at her as she rested on her haunches. She threw her thighs wide apart, and pumped her hips raunchily to the beat,like she was riding a wonderful, big, stiff cock that was working magic in her pussy. It was then Kata realized she was wearing a tiny black thong. She felt almost disappointed. Now, if Trish had just left out the panties, that would have been... 

Kata reached out and smacked a swinging breast lightly. Then she scooped up the soft mound and squeezed it, then pinched the hard nipple and pulled. Trish hissed like a snake. Kata smiled and leaned back, parting her thighs, letting Trish look up her skirt. Trish gasped as she gazed at Kata's little, engorged, pink slit, outlined in her semi transparent, damp, dark mini tanga. It was such a sexy sight.

Then she shot up energetically, and threw her foot to the ceiling, then slapped it down on the floor. 

"Wow! You are gonna have to teach me to dance!" Kata exclaimed. 

Trish turned smoothly on her heels, pushed her ass in Kata's face and then it started performing magic. It seemed like some invisible hand was holding it up, swinging it round and round smoothly, rhythmically, to the music. Then it was tossing and popping, shaking like a salt shaker, clenching, clapping to the beat, and it was intoxicating Kata and making her dizzy. The white girl was so excited and horny. She wanted to grab that big, round brown ass and devour it.

"Touch and feel, kid. Touch and feel!" Trish said proudly, taking Kata's hands and putting them on her hips. "Grab them tightly and let dance for you baby!"

Kata held on, feeling thrilled by the strength and suppleness of Trish She got caught in her magical, sexy grove. Then Kata slid her hands onto Trish's ass as it rolled like she was riding that invisible big cock again.

Kata groaned and started squeezing and grabbing them thick cheeks. Trish pushed them back at her.

Kata shoved the cloth wrapped around Trish's cheeks all the way up.

"Bend that ass over for me and make it clap!" she rasped and Trish did it. Kata smacked the brown cheeks producing loud claps and squeals from Trish. Then she dove in and buried her pale face between the clenching, dark cheeks and lapped her crack.

Trish moaned and pushed it back at her. Kata yanked her thong from her crack and lapped her from the top of her dripping slit to the small of her back, her soft, hot tongue sliding softly over her anus. Trish giggled and pulled away. Then she pulled Kata up to her feet. In her high heels, she was a head taller than Kata.

Trish slid her hands around her hips and pulled her slim, pale sister close, and started rocking her hips against hers.

"Don't be stiff now baby. Just relax and go with the floor."

Trish eased her thigh between Kata's and started grinding against her cunt as she directed Kata to move to her rhythm. Kata eagerly scooped up Trish's heavy, dark orbs in her pale hands and started fondling them as they moved to the beat.

"Don't just grab my tits. Dance, baby!" Trish turned Kata around and pulled her small, round ass to her crotch. She started dry humping her as if she was fucking her and Kata pushed it back on her. Trish slid her hands around her body and stroked her pale, toned belly, feeling it flex as Kata wound her hips. 

She pulled her close and bumped her hips into her, as if she was fucking her hard. They both giggled. Then Kata backed into her, her shoulders pushing into her soft breasts. Trish parted her thighs and pushed her cunt out at the small, round, soft ass, feeling tiny sparks in her pussy. Kata moaned above the music as Trish's hands stroked their magical way upwards and cupped her small breasts, that were exposed by her cup less bra, squeezing them softly. 

Trish tweaked the nipples and felt them harden. She pinched them hard and felt Kata shudder and lean back into her, pressing the back of her head on her chin. She chuckled into her ear and her hand traveled upward, to stroke Kata's soft neck, scratching and pinching her lightly, playfully. Then she leaned in and kissed her neck lightly. She heard her hiss as the soft, wet tip of her tongue licked its way upwards, to spend some quality time behind her ear. Now Kata was shaking and she reached back to grab Trish's hips and squeeze them, then pull them to her grinding ass. Trish ground her hips into her like she was fucking her doggy style as she worked the small, soft breasts with her deft fingers.

"Ah! Trish! You are making feel so good!!!" Kata moaned.

Trish scooped up her chin, turned her face and made her look up into her eyes, over her shoulders. Kata's eyes were narrowed to smoldering slits, almost closed. And her red lips were parted, gasping softly. Trish licked her lips lasciviously, making them wet and Kata's quivered in anticipation. Then she made her come to get what she wanted. She pulled Kata's mouth to hers and kissed her in soft caress, and another and another. Kata opened her lips in invitation. Trish licked the insides of her lips, her tongue going round, tracing her whole, pouting mouth. Then she feasted on her lips gently, sensuously, slurping and sucking. 

"Oh!!!!! You are so good to me, honey!" Kata cried softly. Trish gave a sharp moan and dove in, pushing her tongue into Kata's mouth and starting to explore it gently, sensuously.

Kata cried and sank down weakly, as if her body had turned to a hot, wet soft jelly. Trish took her weight on the tops of her thighs and she felt her grind her ass into her. She pulled and pinched her nipples, turning them into hard little pebbles as she feasted on her mouth. Then one dark hand rose to settle around her pale neck stroke her neck as the other caressed its exciting way downwards and pulled Kata's tiny black skirt up around her hips, exposing the soft, insides of her upper thighs to her touch. She stroked them, skirting around her pussy and Kata's hips shook with expectation. Then she cried out like baby as her excited cunt was cupped and stroked. Trish bore her middle finger into her crease and stroked it through her tiny, thin thongs, sending sparks flying.

Kata could not believe all the wonderful things she was experiencing. She had been so horny to fuck Trish, only thinking of the things she wanted to do to her. But she had never thought Trish would be the one to do her, and it would be this mind blowing. Trish's hot, wet tongue, and her naughty, deft fingers were driving her insane with pleasure and lust.

She tried to push forwards, so she could turn around and embrace her and fall all over her, but Trish smacked her cunt and told to stay put. Then her digits eased in under her thongs and explored her bald pussy, sliding on the silky skin. She teased the thick outer lips, stroking them, pinching them, massaging them and tickling them, her touch causing incensing tingles and itches. But she skirted around the gash, where Kata wanted her.

Then suddenly, Trish bit her lower lip and as Kata cried with sweet pain, her pussy was attacked. She suddenly felt digits all over her, stroking her, manipulating her cunt expertly, like Trish had a thousand fingers teasing her clit and lips all at once. 

"Ah! Ah! AHHHHHHH!!!!!" Kata cried, jerking sharply.

Trish grabbed her cunt and squeezed it hard, making her gasp sharply. 

"You horny or what!" Trish chuckled, then she released the wet, sticky folds of palpitating female flesh. 

She peeled Kata's skirt down her hips and dropped it. 

"This is nice," she rasped, tracing her three strap rhinestone thong with her fingers. Then she pulled it, stretching it, and let it snap back into Kata's hips. The pale red head gasped sharply and shuddered. Trish smacked the round ass cheeks, one and then the other, and they hardly even moved. 

"Turn around!" she rasped, keeping her digits latched to a nipple, pulling and twisting exquisitely.

Kata turned drowsily. She gazed at Trish with lust filled eyes.

"You are good..."

"I know..." she chuckled. "Take off my cloth!"

Kata rushed to obey, opening the thin cloth around Trish's hips and then peeling off her lace thongs, leaving her in her beads and amulets. The insides of her dark thighs were dripping wet, as were Kata's. 

"Are you excited, about getting your first black pussy?" Trish teased Kata.

"Yes! I want it. Please can I lick it now!" Kata rasped excitedly, almost hysterically.

"Relax. You will have it later..." Trish said confidently. "come here honey...."

They gravitated towards each other, smiling, hugging and kissing. Trish slid her thigh between Kata's. Kissing softly, sensuously, and smiling sweetly, they started rubbing their dripping cunts against each other's thigh. Trish directed Kata's mouth to her neck, throwing her head back and gasping as she was lapped, sucked and devoured hungrily by the red white girl lips. Then the directed her to her chest and scooped up one thick breast, to feed her.

"Go ahead baby, eat these nice, big, black tits. Lemme feed you honey. Show me you love them...."

Kata moaned with lust and devoured them greedily, sucking and smacking away wetly. Sometimes Trish shook her chest, slapping her face with them tits, or she teased her, making her have to chase after a thick nipple. They both giggled sweetly, but Kata ate those tits like it was no joke.

"That's it Kata. Show me your hunger. Get those tits. Uh.... Oh... Yes. Suck them hard. Sssssssss!!!! Oh! I love that. Take all that tit into your mouth. Take as much as you can. Ah!!!!!" Kata took that literary, stuffing Trish's dark orbs into her mouth till she almost chocked on them. She was sucking on them hard and popping them out of her mouth, only to gobble them again. Then she snaked her tongue around a nipple and attacked it with fervor, sucking and chewing, moaning deeply.




The First Foundation Pt. 03



"Yeah! Go on baby! Get those tits!" Trish slapped her arms around Kata's head and dragged her to her tits. She squeezed them around her sister's face with her arms and buried her between them like she wanted to suffocate her.

"Yeah! Breathe in my air Kata. Breathe in some African air!" she chuckled dirtily. When she finally released Kata, her head snapped back and she gasped for breath. Then she squealed.

"I liked that, do it again!"

Trish chuckled and did it, again and again, suffocating her and slapping her pretty, pale face with her thick breasts. 

Then finally, Trish felt dizzy with arousal and yanked Kata back from her tits by her short, red hair. They stood face to face. Kata was gasping and she had a wild, frenzied look on her face. Trish smiled as she grabbed one of Kata's heaving breasts. She squeezed it and toyed with the nipple as she dragged the sharp nails of her other hand lightly down the soft, toned belly, to slide her palm over her mons smoothly, to cup her cunt and work it through the flimsy material that separated them. Kata groaned as Trish took her time teasing her with her fingers till she was shamelessly rolling her hips and fucking her hand. Then Trish kissed her lips and sucked on them sensuously. 

Kata moaned in expectation as Trish sank down to her haunches before her. 

"Roll your hips for me, sexily.... Ah!!!" Trish smoothly, slowly, peeled off the black thong and sent it down the long, pale, slender thighs and legs. 

She looked up between Kata's pale thighs, admiring the shaved, pink pussy.

"You got a pretty little pink pussy huh! Sexy! And so fucking wet too! Mmmm!" she rasped, and Kata felt beautiful, and smiled from ear to ear.

Kata's lips were so thick and engorged and looked dark purple. They were smeared with her pussy juices. Trish licked her lips with lust as she smelled the dripping cunt. Then she raised a finger and beckoned to her...

"Bring it to me. Put one leg on the couch and spread and lower that pink little white pussy on my mouth. You wanna feed my starving black lips, don't you..." she teased coyly.

Eagerly, Kata put her foot on the couch and towered over the kneeling Trish. She spread her pussy with both hands and then she bent her knees and slowly lowered her cunt to Trish's mouth. The horny young, black woman started stroking the curvy pale hips as she licked the wet inner thighs, chasing up all of Kata's the tangy, salty wetness, lapping it up and moaning with relish. Kata trembled and moaned, gazing transfixed at Trish.

Trish's hot wet tongue and lips cleaned up the soaked, shaved sides of the vulva, lapping up the thick, soft, bald flesh, and purring sweetly. Then she latched her lips onto the sides of Kata's vulva and sucked hard, dragging her hot mouth to and fro, making Kata gasp sharply and shudder on her unsteady feet. 

Now, Trish was getting incensed from the musky reek of the aroused pussy. She held the gorgeous, pale boyish hips firmly and pulled them down onto her mouth as she craned her neck and opened her mouth to engulf the excited pink pussy. She moaned with joy as copious amounts of tangy, musky, salty juices dripped into her mouth. She started lapping, sucking and munching softly.

"Oh yes!!!!! That's it!!!! Please don't stop. Oh!!! I'm going crazy!!!" Kata cried, gazing with wide eyes down at Trish, who was looking up at her with dark, twinkling eyes as she feasted on her pussy, spreading wonderful, sharp sensations that made Kata's hips buck and shake.

Trish had no intention of stopping. She lapped all around the excited, hot gash with her tongue, collecting all the juice. Then she went up to the clit and circled it, drawing closer, making Kata shiver with anticipation. As she then sucked it between her lips and flicked it with the tip of her tongue, Kata cried from the sharp sparks that exploded in her engorged nub. Then Trish retreated and went to feed for her carnal hunger. She slid her tongue into the beckoning hole, wriggling it in, rolling her head round and round just to drill in deeper. She would pull back and juice would run into her mouth. She would swallow it and go deeper up the fuck hole, to get more.

Kata pushed herself against the sweet mouth and started rolling her hips in fucking motions, her moans growing more urgent. Suddenly, Trish pulled back and leaned back, her lower face all shiny. Kata wailed, disappointed.

"Is that what you wanted?"

"Yes!!! Please!"

"Beg!"

"Please Trish!"

"Please what?"

"Please kiss me there."

"No, beg me to eat your white pussy," Trish rasped, with a wicked smile.

"Please eat my pussy! Please eat my dripping, itching, excited white pussy Trish! Make me cum like a bitch please!" Kata begged.

"My pleasure, you dirty whore!!!" Trish chuckled and then she returned to lap her cunt with a vengeance. She shoved her tongue deep into her slit, and bobbed her head, tongue fucking her. Then she drilled her digits into her hole and started twisting them around and pumping them in and out of the clenching, clutching hole as she flicked the engorged clit with her soft tongue tip

Kata went crazy and slapped her hands around Trish's pretty, dark face and held her to her cunt as she fucked her sweet mouth. Trish sucked on the little pink nub, released it and sucked it again, to the rhythm of her rolling, pumping fingers. 

She pulled them out and they were white with Kata's juices.

"Lick them clean!" Trish pushed them to her lips. "Taste your pussy, whore" she rasped, the digits of her other hand slotting into the vacated hole.

Kata licked shamelessly, moaning as she tasted her white pussy from the dark digits. She grabbed Trish's hand and sucked it greedily. Trish pulled it away then, and used it spread Kata's pink pussy, exposing her fully to her assault. She stroked and fingered her, sucking on her clit. Kata went crazy with arousal. As her shattering orgasm was real close, she grabbed Trish's head tightly and pumped her hips wildly, crying in anguish. 

"Oh yesssss!!! Yessssss!!!! That's it! I am cumming Trish! Oh my gosh! Fuck my pussy with your black digits. Eat my pink clit with those dark lips! Fu-u-u-u-uck!" Kata cried hysterically as Trish's hand fucked her hot, clenching tunnel in a blur, her palm slapping wetly into the soft flesh.

Kata danced madly and skewered herself ferociously on the two digits until she suddenly gave a vicious growl and started jerking like a spastic. Trish buried four fingers into her sister's convulsing hole and fucked her ferociously till Kata fell into delirium and collapsed on her back on the couch. 

Chapter 6

As Kata recovered, gasping on the couch, Trish poured herself another glass of wine and sipped. Then it was Kata's turn to return the favor. Trish sat back and parted her thighs. She held Kata by her pretty, long, pale face and directed her mouth where she wanted it, telling her how she wanted to be kissed.

"I know you just want to dive into my pussy and eat like a greedy dog! But I want you to pleasure me and worship me, OK?"

"Anything you want Trish! Just as long as I can eat you!"

"Oh you will. I will feed you all the black pussy you want!"

Trish took the pretty, pale face and the beautiful, soft, red mouth from her forehead, down over her eyelids, cheekbones, cheeks, chin and lips, getting lapped and bitten lightly, getting sucked and licked wetly, her skin getting wet and shiny. Kata was so fascinated and she was so hungry and eager. She bathed Trish's dark neck and breasts with her wet, pink tongue. Trish fed her her nipples, and the pebbles got sucked and devoured till they were almost exploding. Her chest and belly got swabbed wet by the hot tongue. Then she made her lick her hips, and trace the insides of her hip bone and slurp and suck on her flesh. 

Kata wanted to go for the pussy, attracted by its aroused, inciting scent. But she was directed to the knees and made to bath each thigh in her hot spit. Only then did Trish take her face in both hands and make her look at her pussy.

"Spread my black pussy and look into my pink hole!"

Kata did it. Trish's pink hole winked at her. Trish started making her hole clench. "Look. Its talking to you!"

"Fuck! This is beautiful! Your insides are like mine!"

"My blood is red too!" Trish chuckled. "Now, get that black pussy, white bitch!"

She direct the pale girl to her cunt. She sat back on the couch, rolling her hips sensuously, gently as she fed her tasty, dripping sticky cunt. 

"Suck on those lips, yeah, just suck one. Now the other. Uhhhhh! Your tongue feels good. Now suck them both in. Yes!!!! Lap it up with your tongue, all the way up. Go back down, leave my clit for now, yeah!!!!! Up and down, that's good. Sssssss! Yes!!! Sssssss. Now go in, oh yes!!!!"

Trish gazed down at Kata who was kneeling at her feet, her long, slender pale arms draped on her thick, dark thighs, her pale, dainty hands on her hips. Kata beamed up at her. Trish held her by the hair and started pumping her back and forth as she met her with her gently thrusting hips and rode her hot tongue. It was so nice and long and fit so perfectly into her tunnel. Then she raised her thighs, grabbed her ankles and yanked her legs way up, spreading her thighs wide.

"There you are!!! That pussy is all yours. Make me happy, you hear? Make me bloody happy!!!!" Her voice sounded like a growl.

Kata was glad to comply. She shoved her tongue up inside Trish's hole like it was filled with honey. She moaned and sucked and slurped away loudly, her head bobbing smoothly, sending her long tongue into her hole. 

Trish was blown away by Kata's raw hunger. Her young white half sister ate her like she was trying to get all her face up in her cunt. In fact, Kata grabbed onto her hips and used them to yank her face into her cunt again and again. She would pause and gasp for breath, her eyes shining wildly and then she would do it again. 

"Fuck! I love your black pussy Trish! I love it! Make it clench around my tongue, damn you! Squeeze my nice, long pink little tongue!" she rasped and dove in, sucking and slurping.

"Fuck! Yes! Get in there Kata! Make me cum hard, you slut! Eat my pussy and make cu-u-u-u-u-m!!!!" Trish cried and threw her head back as her hips jerked violently and she came hard.

She didn't bother to rest and recover. She reached for the vibrator and slotted it into her cunt. She turned it on to its most powerful setting and moaned through clenched teeth. 

"Now, fuck me with it and suck my clit! Lap it up! Yeah! Flick your tongue like a snake! Oh!!! You are killing me!!!!"

As the dildo was sloshed in and out of her dripping hole and her clit was flicked and sucked by a greedy, eager Kata, Trish went wild. Her face was twisted into a vicious snarl and she threw her head back and yanked her knees into her chest. Then she bawled, her hips popping wildly as fireworks exploded in her pussy and head and she came harder and harder.

However, instead of her desire being quenched, she only felt hornier. Drowsy from cumming, she switched off the dildo and made Kata lick it clean. She got jealous and they shared it, lapping up her pussy juices and tongue kissing. Then Trish tossed away the rubber cock for she wanted lips, digits and a tongue in her pussy. She stood up and made Kata kneel between her parted thighs. She grabbed her by her hair and smacked her face lightly.

"I love it when you do that to me!" Kata rasped. "Force feed me your cunt!" 

Trish groaned, hooked her hands behind the back of her head and lowered her smoldering, leaking black cunt onto the pretty white girl's mouth. 

"I want you to lick and suck me real good. I want you to worship me like your African Queen, you hear," she rasped and shivered. Kata shivered too and started moaning and munching. As Trish rolled her hips and fucked her mouth with need and urgency, Kata went wild and attacked the dripping, soft cunt fiercely. Then she pushed Trish back onto the couch, pushed her thighs up and attacked her ass hole! Trish gasped and tried to push her back.

"No! You cant lick me there. I am your sister!"

"I have wanted to eat that black ass since the first day I saw you!. Now spread those fucking cheeks!"

Kata smacked Trish's cheeks and dove between them. She smeared her lips into Trish's dark hole and started tonguing and lapping her. She entered her and started bobbing her head ferociously, her eyes blazing into Trish's. Trish started moaning, then she started rolling her hips and pushing her ass at Kata. Kata tongued her wildly and it felt so good.

Soon, Trish was standing over Kata and sitting on her black ass on her white face like a bar stool and Kata was bobbing and slurping and tonguing her ass hole wetly. Trish stroked her pussy and came hard. But Kata kept tonguing her ass feverishly, burying her hot, long, wet tongue in her hole and it felt so good. Trish climbed onto the couch and bent over and Kata moaned, smacking her ass and then diving into her hole again. Trish melted with joy. She reached back to grab the back of Kata's head and yank her into her hole and Kata went mad and started attacking her ass like she wanted to get into her. 

"Oh yes! Oh!!!! Ssssss! That's so good. That's how I want my ass licked. Yessss!!!!"

Trish moaned frenziedly as she rubbed her clit vigorously and came again. 

Chapter 7

As they both caught their breath, they lay in each other's arms and smoked a joint and drank another glass.

"I am so horny... Gosh am I wet!" Kata chuckled, as she stroked and licked Trish's thick, soft tits languidly, while her black sister stroked her face and hair lovingly. "I love your black pussy and ass Trish! I really do! I can eat you out any time you want! Any time any place!" She paused. "I have never felt like this about anyone, but I want to worship your body with my hands and mouth!"

"You know, I have sucked dick and eaten pussy, but never licked anyone's ass."

"Didn't you enjoy it, when I did it to you!"

"Yes. But its demeaning."

"Yeah, if some guy I think is a jerk wants to fuck me, I just make him eat my ass!" Kata laughed. "But when I eat yours, its coz I want to make you happy. Admit it, it feels good to feel a hot, wet, soft tongue lapping up your crack, and sliding up your ass hole, doesn't it?" Kata rasped, sliding tow digits into Trish's pussy and stroking her.

"Yes, it does!" Trish rasped.

"Lets go to bed, so I can really feed you my tasty pink pussy and ass." 

"Sweet child! You are such a naughty little whore!" Trish smacked Kata's little white ass and grabbed it, to shake it and make it pop as the pale, lanky girl led her to the bed. "But I wont eat your shit hole!"

Kata made Trish lie down on her back and climbed astride her dark, pretty face. She cupped her cheeks and and lowered her pink cunt slowly down on her, stroking her slit lewdly, spreading the lips. 

"Eat me Trish! Eat me like you are starving and this is your first meal in a 100 days, the tastiest meal you ever had the pleasure of receiving," she rasped. "Get busy, like Sean Paul!"

Trish chuckled dirtily as she engulfed her and took a mouthful of palpitating pussy. She started munching and sucking, rocking her face. Then Kata reached back to stroke and tease Trish's pulsating, bald dark cunt. She slid a long digit into her slit and rubbed her clit with the ball of her hand. This drove Trish wilder and wilder, making her grab the lusty, pumping pale hips and literary suck the piss out of Kata's pussy and eat her like she wanted to leave her with nothing between her legs!

Kata went wild.

"Auhhhhh!!!!! Ssssss! Oh-ahhhhhhh!!!! Wow! This is fun!!!" she hissed and rasped. "Stick your tongue as far inside my hole as you can. Now, make it stiff coz I am going to fuck it like a cock. That's it. Shove that tongue up in me. Ah!!!! Ssssssss! Ah!!! This is good...."

Leaning back as she rode her face, Kata worked Kata's pussy faster till Trish's dark hips were popping and her hole was convulsing around her fingers. Trish cried into the hot, tasty pussy as she came, lowing like a cow in agony. Fireworks exploded in her pussy and head, making her throw her head at Kata's pussy recklessly, licking and slurping hungrily, wildly, in the grips of a carnal lust. Kata started cumming. She pulled back sharply and Trish tried to chase after her, desperately, but she held her down, rolling her hips, teasing her eyes with her sweet pussy. 

"Oh, give me that fucking pussy bitch! Come have a seat on this pretty face!" Trish growled, hooking her arms around Trish's hips and yanking her down on her face.

Kata held her her head in both hands, and pulled her into her pussy. Both of them were groaning and grunting like beasts in heat now, as Kata pumped her powerful hips furiously, frenziedly fucking Kata's tongue, chin and nose with her hot, excited pussy She grunted sharply and stiffened as a blistering orgasm approached. 

Then Kata lunged forwards and rubbed her crack feverishly on Trish's tongue. Trish cried and started eating her ass. Kata bucked and cried with pure delight as she came. Then she rose up to squat over Trish's face and spread her cheeks. Trish groaned and then her long, stiff, hot tongue entered Kata's pink hole. Kata rode her tongue as Trish slurped and sucked her ass feverishly. Kata went mad and started rubbing her clit vigorously. She came so hard she squirted in Trish's face, drenching her. Trish moaned and kept tonguing and sucking and swallowing.

When Kata finally came down from her orgasm, she scuttled down and sank between Trish's dark thighs. She oiled her hand and eased two, then three, then fur long digits into her hole and fucked her nice and smoothly.

Trish started crying sweetly.

"I like to fist fuck my girls. Do you want that? Want to have my whole hand up in your pussy!"

"What! You cant get it all up in there!"

"Watch me!!!" Kata worked her slowly, gently, coaxing her pussy to open up wide around her four, long, thin digits, till her whole palm was in her. Then she added in her thumb. Trish raised herself up on her elbows and gazed in disbelief at the the long hand sliding in and out of her dark pussy. Kata pushed and he whole hand was swallowed in. She leaned in and started slurping and sucking on Trish's pussy. Then she bunched her hand into a small fist inside her and started fisting her, rubbing her knuckles on the roof of her cunt, dragging them back and forth. Trish went mad and threw her head back, her body convulsing sharply. Kata moaned and latched her soft lips onto her dark, bursting clit and sucked and lapped away furiously, her head bobbing frenziedly. 

"Ah!!!! That's it! I'm cumming all over your face!!! Fist fuck my pussy! Ah!!!!" Trish's hips started popping wildly. Then she threw her head back and started crying in a sharp, agonized voice as she came harder and harder.

As she recovered, Kata made her roll over onto her belly and push that ass up. Then she fisted her again and tongued her ass. Trish stroked her clit feverishly and had three shattering orgasms simultaneously, in her pussy, clit and ass hole. Kata reduced her to a palpitating heap of happy flesh.

After she recovered, Trish returned the favor, fist fucking Kata and eating her ass till she had her moaning in Spanish.

When they finally pulled back from one another, the sun was shining out side.

Trish went downstairs to make them both break fast. She ran into Daniela, who was drinking wine. She wondered if Daniela had heard them. The look of disgust and jealous on her step mom's face made her realize she had. Trish didn't give a fuck.

She went back to Kata, they had breakfast and they fucked each other with the black dildo and ate each other's clits till they came again.

Chapter 8

The following Friday, Kata and Trish got dressed in their outfits. They both wore skirts over their crotchless cat suits. 




The First Foundation Pt. 03



Kata jelled their hair and used glitter and bright colors on their faces and their reflections reminded Trish of Aaliyah in "Queen of the damned!" They put on leather trench coats over their skimpy outfits and tried to pretend to be innocent as they walked out. Daniela called them whores and tossed back her glass of wine.

They drove into town and took a train onto the countryside. On the way, Kata put a tiny tablet on Trish' tongue and swallowed one herself. It tasted kind of sweet.

"What's this?" 

"E. Its like a weak joint. Only without the smoke. Swallow. Swallow."

Trish swallowed and they chased it down with Vodka and Lemon. 

The party took place in a barn on some farm. There were lots of ravers around. Trish liked the funky hair dos and the skimpy, "creative" PVC, neon and latex clothing; some of it was real sexy. However, she didn't like the loud, thumping, monotonous, almost melody-less noise. And then there was the faint lighting and the pale, vacant, zombie like faces. The dancing was for the most people jumping up and down. You didn't see people celebrating, smiling, laughing and pulling off some funky dance moves. It was definitely a weird party. 

But Kata loved it and got so excited, springing up and down and yelling. She noticed her half sister was kind of out of place and beginning to look bored so she put an E under Trish's tongue and told her to swallow it.

There were loads of drugs around. Kata took Trish to the bathroom with some tall, muscular guy in his mid thirties. His name was Olaf. His hair was shaved through the middle, from front to back and the remaninder was spiked and dyed neon green. He wore matching neon eye shadow and lipstick. He was in a neon tank top that cupped his thick muscles, a tiny pair of neon hot pants and boots. Kata introduced him to Trish as a DJ. He stared at her with cold, pale, mechanical eyes, almost like he was looking through her. Trish named him DJ Weirdo. He produced an envelop and passed it to Kata. Kata drew lines of white powder on a little mirror. She sniffed two, DJ Weirdo did so and then Kata urged Trish to hurry up. Trish sniffed the last two lines. She blew most of it away, so Kata gave her two more lines, sniffing another one herself to demonstrate.

Trish did it right, and gave a sharp gasp each time the potent white powder stung her nostrils. Then she threw her head back and groaned deeply, rubbing her nose and sniffing, blinking back the tears from her suddenly bright eyes. 

"See you later baby," Kata told her, as she put one foot on the toilet seat. Trish saw her pulling up her skirt and easing her thong from her pussy. DJ Weirdo was staring at it dreamily and sinking mechanically to his knees before her. Then Kata winked at her, blew her a kiss and closed the door.

After the second E, some weed and booze, Trish was on a real drug high. She found herself jumping up and down with the crowd, not caring who or where she was. At one point, she saw Kata kissing with a hot, tall, slim, skimpily clad young chick with short, spiky blond hair. She walked over to join them. They embraced her and tongue kissed her. She hugged them back and devoured their lips. It was all like a dream. 

At one point, she ran into DJ Weirdo. He took her hand and led her back to the toilets. They sniffed two lines each. Then he moved in on her and dreamily, she saw him push down her bra and feast on her tits as his hands were grabbing and fondling her thighs and ass. Then he sank to his knees before her, pushed up her skirt and ate her pussy. It seemed to go on for ages, and yet it seemed to happen in a flash. Then she was cuming on his lips. She felt horny. She pulled him up and kissed him roughly. Then shoved him against the wall, and grabbed him between the legs. She felt a soft, long tube.

She dove to her knees as a carnal greed for hard man meat grabbed her. He tried to stop her hands, but she yanked his hot pants off. His cock was small, thin, pink and flaccid. Trish grabbed it and started stroking it. He tried to push her off frantically but she bit his hands with her sharp teeth and told him to relax, she didn't bite. She licked his dick and then vacuumed him in her mouth and started to blow him ravenously. He started moaning and grinding, but to her disappointment, his dick never got real hard at all. She did all she could, and then finally gave up.

Frustrated, she stood up, pushed him to his knees and fed him pussy again. She came all over his face for the white boy had mad skills when it came to licking. Trish decided to see what he could do with her ass, so she turned around and got her black ass lapped, sucked, chewed and tongued. He knew to stroke her clit as he ate her ass, so she bust a couple of times more and then said thanks and bye.

Later, she found Kata, took her outside and was shocked to realize it was late afternoon. She hadn't noticed, for the inside of the barn was light proofed. 

Both girls were so high their brains were like boiling messes. They tottered and squinted drunkenly, giggling and talking shit.

"What's up with that weird DJ friend of yours. Is he gay?" Trish sneered. "I blew his dick, and trust me Kata, I know how to suck a fucking dick! But the jerk never got hard!"

"Oh, him! He takes too much fucking cocaine. He wants to fuck but cant get his small dick up without Viagra. Most of these guys here cant get hard without it. Its coz of the coke, plus they are dehydrated. But that guy Olaf is cool man. He loves to eat pussy. You let him tongue you, you can have two lines. Now, that's cool fucking deal, if you ask me."

"Shit! I feel weird Kata! I feel strange! Like I am not me! Like I am hallucinating or something! Shit! What's wrong with the ground here? You take one step and the whole place goes out of balance! They need to dig the foundation deeper next time. Or this place will just turn upside down..."

"Yeah. And inside out!" Kata laughed drunkenly. "Its the high baby. Listen Trish, many people want you. Now, we can get us a lot of drugs for free."

"I am not sucking limp dick! Fuck that!"

"No. They want to kneel at your feet and serve you like the black goddess that you are. They been asking me to hook them up with you. They only want to eat your black pussy and ass, we Don't have to do shit for them. How about, see, like, we tell them, any body wants a lick of that chocolate, they give us some cocaine or E. Now, how about that? How fucking about that?"

"You wanna pimp me out! Kata I will fucking smack you! You are my sister and I love you. I swear I love you Kata. Shit, what was I saying? What was your question again? But know I love you, all right? Shit! I am getting confused. But I love you Kata. You are my sister. Gosh, I feel like crying! The sun is too bright though, can you turn it down a bit?"

"Yeah. No problem Trish. Now, take off that fucking skirt and come inside," Kata said, removing hers.

"Yeah!" Trish removed her skirt and she and Kata walked inside, both now dressed only in their skimpy, tight cat suits with the cut off crotches and tight little thongs. SO many eyes turned to Trish, and they looked like they wanted to bow down to the black goddess in the skimpy neon white cat suit and eat her ass.

Kata was a bit worried and decided she would have to ration Trish down a bit and just not let her have any more cocaine. However, whenever she felt like it was time for another hit, Rudiger's daughters took a salivating man or woman or two and to a toilet closet and got plated and sucked. The men and women were keen on Trish, but Kata wanted to get eaten too, so she said,

"You wanna eat that black ass, you gotta eat your way through this white ass. And give me the cocaine first, bitch!"

They didn't let the guys fuck them though, all that was on offer was some kneeling and licking. Trish couldn't believe how many of the drugged German men and women were eager to eat her big, black ass and tongue her hole. Something about the drugs was making her so horny, and wild. She was grabbing her ass cheeks, yanking them wide apart and lowering her pussy and ass on eager, wet, soft pink mouths and tongues and busting in their faces. 

At one point, Kata pushed her against the wall and ate her pussy as another girl ate her ass. Trish grabbed her pretty face and humped her. After she came, she pushed her truant half sister against the wall and ate her out and fingered her till she came.

They were at the party for 56 hours straight. Then they staggered into some car, landed at some train station and realized it was late Monday afternoon. When they got home, Iris was fuming. She hadn't gone to work, sick with worry over Trish. She saw Trish's state, smacked Kata and shouted at her, but the young sister ran like a bitch to her room, telling her to stuff their mom's wine bottle up her pussy and she locked herself away. 

Trish fell into bed and slept for almost three days, only waking up to run to the bathroom to vomit or the other stuff. She had such terrible head and stomach pains that all she could do was drink water and take pain killers. After five days, she finally felt like herself. When she talked to Kata about it, her young sister said the trick was not to over do it, or you might get drug addicted and your brain would get fried. However, once or twice a month was OK.

Chapter 9

Iris was very cross with Trish and chided her, warning her not to hang with Kata or she would end up a drug addict, selling her ass on the street.

"Kata likes to wallow in the gutter. She is a pig by nature!" Iris sneered. "Lemme show you the good life!"

She then invited Trish out on a Friday. She helped her pick an outfit. Trish had a reversal of her situation with Kata. Iris was trying to get her to put on some very conservative, boring clothes. She settled for a sexy white top that tied around the middle, a short, frilled skirt, mid thigh, smoky stockings and black high heels. 

They went out together, looking fashionable and elegant. They met a couple of Iris' girlfriends, chic, tall, slim girls, with fine clothes, impeccable appearances, blond hair and smooth accents. They hit several fashionable, chic pubs, filled with chic, fashionable boys and girls. They drank expensive cocktails from fancy glasses. It seemed like you couldn't just pick up the glass and drink, for everyone seemed to have some funny way of holding their glasses up and sipping. Trish couldn't quite put her finger on it for a while, then she realized she was bored. Iris was acting different. She wasn't herself, at least not the way she knew her, when they were alone. She was putting on all kinds of airs, and everyone was talking about their boyfriend, their car, their job, their last holiday destination, their next one and mobbing and jealous at work, and of course, what their therapist had last said. It was then Trish found out that Iris was seeing a therapist.

"For what?" Trish asked.

"So I can really find myself, yunno. And learn to be good to myself..." Blah, blah blah. She even told Trish quickly that she also had to get a therapist. Everybody had one. Trish couldn't even recognize her. She was suddenly, so, eh, what's the word, White and Nerdy. 

Iris' friends gazed at Trish with fascination. They did not talk much to her though, and Trish saw mainly either lust for her, like they were dykes, or jealous and envy, like they were scared she would take their men. For the most part, she just drank and drank.

They hit a disco which Iris' friends said was the most happening place in town. It was built in a renovated, Second World War bomb shelter. The interior was very chic and ultra modern. The people did not look like the zombies at Trish's party. They were chic and elegant, but boring. They just hung around looking cool. Some girls danced, but the guys mainly just sat around. The only guys who danced were very drunk. Whereas the white girls could dance, at least some of them, 99 percent of the white guys were a write off. They moved like they had hips and legs of steel, two left feet, and nuts and bolts in their joints. 

When Trish heard a song she liked, she had to literary drag Iris onto the floor. Iris blushed with embarrassment and nearly bolted. Trish started dancing and Iris ogled her with excitement and fascination. Trish shook her big black ass and had fun, then she suddenly noticed all eyes were on her. She saw admiration, lust and even sneers from some spiteful, envious, flat ass, stiff body pale hos. She said what the fuck and gave them a hot, dirty ass shaking show.

The guys and many girls stared at her, lusting after her. But nobody hit on her. Trish wasn't trying to get her fuck on, but she wouldn't have minded some guys shooting game at her and whatnot. But all they did was gaze and leer. When she asked Iris why, Iris laughed and said German guys were shy and cowardly. The few who eventually got the courage to hit on her were crude or arrogant and stupid. Trish got bored with those guys. They had no charm, no tactics and couldn't shoot game at all. They just thought they were so cool because they were German and she should just fall over on her back and open her legs. It wasn't even fun. 

Iris got very protective and told them to fuck off so rudely Trish even told her she did not have to be that nasty."You cant blame a motherfucker for trying," she laughed.

"German men are ass holes! Trust me!" Iris sneered and something in her voice told Trish that Iris had no respect for men. That was something she had observed in many German women. They seemed to hate and despise men, somewhere deep down inside.

Iris and her friends kept passing some vial around and they would leave for the bathroom with it in twos, Iris included. Trish asked Iris what it was but Iris giggled and said nothing. One of the girls wanted Trish to come along to the bath room but Iris wouldn't let her.

Nadja, one of Iris's friends, sat next to Trish, gazing at her with wide, glassy eyes all the time. In her mid twenties, she was a tall, slim, natural red head with a pretty, freckled face, glassy green eyes, a cute, pointed nose and a thin upper lip and a full, lower one, both of them glossy pink. She wore a sexy, semi transparent shirt, revealing a lacy bra that cupped a pair of medium sized breasts, a tight, short skirt, stockings and high heels. 

Nadja had a boring, droning voice and she was talking about her job, her boss and stuff all the time. But she seemed enchanted with Trish. She kept smiling at Trish, in a dreamy manner, and her glassy, green eyes kept straying to her big breasts. And Nadja kept brushing her thigh into hers under the table. Trish looked into Nadja's eyes and saw fascination and devotion. The red head smiled and fidgeted in her seat. Trish could see the girl was infatuated with her. She reached under the table and stroked Nadja's thigh. Nadja rasped and blushed profusely, but did not move away. 

Trish felt naughty. She and Nadja were sitting against the wall, close to the table and nobody could see her hand. She eased her hand under Nadja's skirt and caressed her way up her thigh. Nadja started squirming in her seat. As Trish neared her pussy, she jammed her thighs together. Trish pinched her sharply and she rasped and opened her thighs. Then the black girl cupped her pussy through her thongs and squeezed, feeling a soft warmness. Nadja's hips shuddered and Trish felt her pussy convulse in her hand. Trish stroked her gash with her middle finger. Nadja gasped aloud, then she started giggling. Trish giggled too, but kept her hand on her pussy for a while, pumping it softly. Nadja relaxed and parted her thighs, leaning back in her chair, dreamy eyed. She knew she could do as she pleased with the red head. Someone had to ask Nadja a question three times before she responded in a quavering voice.

As Iris stood up, Trish withdrew her hand for her sister would have seen it. Nadja moved even closer to her, rubbing her thigh into Trish's.

When Iris went to order drinks, Trish told Nadja to get the vial. It was passed to her by one of the girls and she asked Trish to come along with her, in a quavering, soft voice. Then other girls looked intently after them, smiling. Trish saw them eyeing her ass so she rolled it sexily as she followed Nadja to the ladies bathroom.

The red head lead her in a cubicle, locked the door and spread four lines of cocaine and rolled a bill. She offered the bill to Trish, and was acting all jittery and excited. Trish fixed her an amused look and Nadja blushed profusely, like a little girl in love.

"I took that and some E for the first time in my life, at some techno party, and I was sick for one week. No thanks," Trish said. 

"No. It came from the E. And you probably took too much. Just a couple of lines wont hurt. I am gonna be working tomorrow and I will be fine. Trust me honey." 

"But tomorrow is Saturday."

"I work on my days off as well, just to get ahead at work. Everybody else does it."

"DO you get paid for it?"

"No!" Then Nadja sniffed two lines and gasped, throwing her head back and pinching her nostrils. "Ah. That is good, high grade stuff. Try it Trish Come on." Nadja rasped, ogling Trish's thick tits. 

Trish sniffed the lines. Then she looked at her squarely and said,

"Well, I had a rule at the party, every body that wanted me to take their drugs had to eat me," Trish smiled wickedly, stepping close to Nadja.

Nadja gasped and blushed, stepping back into the wall. "No! I am not a lesbian. I just wanted to share the stuff with you!" 

"Have you ever been with a girl?" Trish asked her, pinning her with her eyes as she stroked her chin.

"No! Nothing more than kissing! I am not into women."

"You want me, Don't you?"

"No. I just like you. You are so dark and beautiful." Nadja rasped.

"Listen Nadja, you can get drugs at every corner, but you have to search far and wide to find a hot, sexy black woman like me." Trish teased her, wrapping her dark hand softly around her throat and stroking her skin. "You wanna eat me don't you, Nadja?" she rasped into her ear, making her blush even deeper.

"No! I don't do such things!" Nadja rasped.

"I am going to make you eat my black pussy!" Trish told her confidently and Nadja gave a low squeal and backed into the wall. Trish chuckled and snaked her arm around her neck, cupped the back of Nadja's head and brought her pretty, pale, freckled face to hers. She kissed her fully on the lips and pulled back a bit. Nadja smiled dreamily.

"We shouldn't! Iris..." she rasped, as Trish cupped and fondled a medium sized breast that was cupped in fine lace, making the girl shudder.

"Is not my mom. Don't be shy Nadja. We both know the real reason why you brought me here. Open your shirt and show me your small, white breasts."

"No! I shouldn't!" Nadja rasped.

"Don't waste my fucking time Nadja. Open your shirt!" trish said firmly. Nadja blushed and rasped, then her shaking hands opened her shirt.

"Good girl!" Trish rasped and eased a hand inside a bra cup, to fondle a soft, warm breast. "Push your bra down. I wanna see your tits! Do it now.." Trish said in a gentle but firm voice.

As if mesmerised, Nadja opened her shirt and pulled the lace cups off her pale, freckled breasts. 

"Hold those white tits up! That's a good girl." 

Blushing, she held them up for Trish's inspection. The natural red head's freckled face was was shining with excitement. Trish palmed a breast in each hand and squeezed them as she ran her thumbs over the tiny nipples, getting them hard. She pushed Nadja against the wall and eased her thigh between the white girls, rubbing it into her cunt. Nadja exhaled and shivered. Trish pulled her to her full, dark lips and devoured her soft, hot, pink mouth, lapping and sucking on her lips sensuously. Nadja stiffened then she exhaled and opened her mouth for Trish. Trish fondled a breast and explored Nadja's hip and ass as she searched her mouth with her tongue. The red head started shivering, then she started sucking and rasping. 




The First Foundation Pt. 03



Trish chuckled into her mouth and then eased up her skirt reached between her thighs to cup her pussy in its lace thong covering and stroke it. Nadja was dripping wet and hot. Trish eased her digit in under her gusset and met a soft, hot wetness. She finger fucked her and tongued her mouth and Nadja started moaning and fucking her hand, writhing with lust. Trish wriggled two digits into her pink fuck hole and stroked her engorged clit with her thumb. Nadja started devouring Trish's thick lips with a ferocious lust, sucking and chewing them. Then she was bucking and cuming, crying softly into Trish's mouth. Then she fell back against the wall, gasping and looking dreamy.

"I cant believe that! You made me cum so fast!"

Then Trish pulled back and made Nadja lick her digits clean and taste her own pussy. Then she told Nadja to open her shirt. The red head's fingers were shaking as she undid Trish's buttons. She bared the big, fat dark tits and held them up, fondling and squeezing them softly, eyeing them like tasty cakes.

"You like those big, black tits Don't you, white girl. I want you to eat them. Do it!"

A soft rasp escaped Nadja and then she was dipping her face and devouring them, with devotion and hunger. Trish cradled her pretty face and nursed her to her breasts getting her thick, excited nipples well sucked. Then she leaned back, raised her skirt and told Nadja to kneel down before her.

"Maybe we could give Iris the slip..." Nadja said softly, gazing intently as Trish pulled her white, lace thongs off her shaved black pussy and started stroking her engorged, bald, dark pussy, making her dark digits shiny.

"No! I want you to eat my pussy right here in this toilet. Taste it!"

Trish stroked Nadja's pink lips with her soft, dark digits and Nadja rasped and started licking them. Trish pushed them into her mouth and stroked her soft tongue as the white girl suckled on her digits, moaning as she tasted her black pussy.

Then Trish chuckled, cupped the top of Nadja's head and pushed her gently down on her knees. She spread her dark pussy with one hand, making her rose bud open up to expose her engorged clit. Then she pulled Nadja's face to her bald, dark cunt and told her to lick. Nadja moaned and started lapping softly, her hot little tongue tracing the engorged, dark fanny lips. Then she reached up to stroke Trish's ass cheeks and pull her down on her mouth.

"Yeah, Nadja, lick me nice and good. Get your tongue up in my hole white girla and drink my tasty juices. Look up into my eyes, you sweet thing. You love it don't you, to eat my black pussy like my little whore?"

"Yes!" Nadja rasped and then she started bobbing and slurping with urgency. 

Trish got her pussy licked and sucked and the girl was a star. She ate that shaved, bald black pussy with affection and devotion. Trish pushed it down on her pretty, pink lips and fed her mama's engorged, bursting, dripping pussy, imported all the way from Africa. Nadja was looking so cute and sweet, kneeling at her feet, mewing and purring as she lapped and slurped away. Trish felt love for her and rolled her hips sensuously as she stroked her smooth, red hair, calling her cute. She made Nadja eat her for ages. Then she hooked her hands at the back of her red head and yanked her tongue deep inside her hole as she fucked her mouth and nose. Nadja seemed to just lose it. She started rubbing her own pussy feverishly as she now attacked Trish's pussy with a passion diving at it as if she wanted to shove her head inside. Trish liked that. She told her,

"Wow! I think its fun! Dip that tongue in my hole! Dip it my black pussy."

When she heard those words, Nadja exploded on her fingers. Trish fucked her face, tongue and lips and came all over her. Then she told her to stay on her knees as she sniffed the two lines. She then lowered her thick, round brown ass on Nadja's pale face and told her lick. Nadja tried to blush but Trish literary used her face like a bar stool. She told her to lick her digits wet and clean and get them in her pussy. Nadja was very dedicated and eager, but Trish thought she could polish up her ass licking skills. Her tongue was going up in her hole, and she was sucking and slurping away eagerly, but she didn't really touch her spot. 

Trish reached back to grab her hair and yank her pretty, pale, freckled face into her black ass cheeks, getting her lost in there, as she pumped her hole onto her tongue. Then she made her go lower. She parted her thighs wide and gave Nadja permission to crane her neck and eat her clit. It was big and engorged and Nadja loved it. She called it beautiful and amazing. She ate it so good, as she fingered Trish's black genitals, one pale digit to the ass and two to the pussy. Trish came again. Then she made Nadja lick her digits clean. Trish then told her to sit on the toilet seat, drop her pants, spread her thighs and finger her pussy till Nadja came as Trish watched her, amused. Trish took a pee but didn't wipe her pussy. Instead, she made Nadja kneel down and clean her up with her mouth and Nadja did it glady, stroking her own pussy and cuming sweetly.

Nadja was awed. She said she had enjoyed serving Trish just like she had known she would. She begged to meet Trish again, alone. Trish said, "We will see." 

Nadja looked so happy and content as they returned to the table. Trish saw Nadja passing the vial of cocaine over to the other girls. After a while, she realized that all of them were sniffing, even Iris, though it was nothing in comparison to Kata's party. 

Around then, a couple of well dressed, good looking black guys entered. Trish was surprised with the hatred with which the white men reacted to them. They seemed to get nervous and angry of a sudden. One of the black guys went onto the dance floor and started dancing. He moved so well. Trish was thinking of going to dance with him, but a German chick beat her to it. She was all over the brother, rubbing her ass and tits on him. She pushed it on him and he pushed it right back. All the German men gave him the evil eye. When the brother returned to his seat, the blond went and got her glass and sat on his lap. 

Then some white guy came and picked a fight with the black guys. He must have thought he was Tyson or something. He smacked one of the blacks and the guy got up and bitch slapped that white ass. The white guy ran like a bitch, and returned with some Nazi looking security guys. Security fell on the black guys like a tonne of bricks, bashed them and kicked them out. Trish was outraged. She couldn't believe it. But Iris and her girls said black men always started shit, yes, it was their fault. After that, everybody partied happily.

Nadja must have spread the word that Trish had a beautiful, tasty pussy, for by the end of the evening, three more of Iris' five friends had eaten her out in the bathroom. Trish felt like a star. They seemed to just love kneeling at her feet, worshipping her juicy, bald, dark pussy with their pinks lips, and smiling up at her. And she loved to grab a wad of soft, smooth, shiny blond hair and feed them twat.

Iris was not aware that her friends were lining up to eat her black half sister out. She thought they were being so nice and taking care of Trish. She just didn't know how well they were looking after her though. Trish had a feeling Iris wouldn't approve, for unlike Kata, she was a square. 

One girl named Nadine was kind of shy about it, Trish had to lie to her that she would eat her too before she then agreed. However, once she was on her knees, she just lapped and sucked and ate and worshipped black flkesh like she was born to it. 

"Oh yes, slurp away on that black pussy. Make me feel good, Nadine! You like the taste huh?"

The petite blond moaned, "Mmmm! Oh yes. Its so beautiful. And tasty. Oooo. Mmmm! Delicious."

"Wanna try the ass too? Wanna lick that black ass and make it feel real good?" Trish suggested, turning around and popping it in her face, making her dizzy. "Lick my crack and get your tongue in my hole!"

"I don't know. Should I?" the blond girl rasped, licking her lips.

"You should, Simone. Nadja and Inez loved it."

"All right. In that case I will try it too. Mmmm! Oh!!! Hi hi hi. Oh my gosh, I cant believe I am doing this! Hi hi hi hi. Mmmm!"

"Yeah baby... Aaaaauh! Aha! Hah!!!! You got a real nice, long tongue Simone. Ohhhhh.... sssssss! Ah!!! I love it. Lemme just pull these big as cheeks apart so you can get up in that hole. Yeah!!!"

One of the girls, Linda, was the best though. She was an undercover lesbian and she knew how to eat pussy and ass like a pro. The moment they were alone in the cubicle, she fell on Trish and worshipped her with her hands, lips and tongues. She gave Trish the best orgasms of the night. 

Trish noticed that loads of girls sniffed cocaine in the bathroom and ate each other out. A couple of times, she saw guys sneaking in to sniff and fuck chicks. She realized that Iris' world was just as rotten and corrupt as Kata's only it was well hidden under an elegant, fashionable veneer, just like Kata had said.

One woman, a tall, expensively dressed, elegant woman, a tall, slim, mature raven head, with dark eye shadow and a face that looked like a cross between a predator and a vampire approached Trish. She had been watching her all night. She bought her a drink and handed her a card.

"I am Lisa. Listen, if you are interested in a job, give me a call and I will try you out."

"What kind of a job is it?"

"It involves acting, modelling and role playing. Its fun. Call me."

The card was black and the letters were in red. Trish showed it to Iris.

"What's a Zucht (discipline) Studio?" 

Iris gazed at the card and frowned. "Ugh!!! Its some dominatrix shit! Don't call her. Sick pervert! Throw it away!"

"But what is it?"

"Its something sick. You don't need to know that!"

Iris wouldn't talk about it. As the night progressed and the people were drunk, the men became aggressive, trying to get the pussy. Some were successful. A lot spent much money on drinks for girls and when they couldn't get it, they got pissed. German men started fighting. Iris said it was time to leave. Most of her friends were sad to see Trish leave.

As they drove home, Iris said to Trish,

"Oh. My friends really like you. You are charming."

"I do my best."

Chapter 10

Trish kept the card from Lisa and showed it to Kata the next day asking what it was. Kata laughed gleefully and said she would accompany her later. But first, Trish had to accompany her elsewhere.

They met in town, after Trish's lessons. Kata swore Trish to secrecy. She led her to a small park and insisted they smoke several joints fast. Kata swallowed a tablet of E and chased it down with juice. Then they jumped into a cab.

"You have to look after me, all right? Coz I think I don't trust that ass hole, Jost. But not a word to anyone. Promise?" Trish nodded.

They arrived at some building in the industrial sight. The sign at the entrance said "Jost Schleier Film GmbH!"

Before Trish knew what was happening, she and Kata were on the set of a porn movie. Trish was nervous and embarrassed There she was, sitting and watching Kata, dressed in nothing but a thong, sniffing coke with two naked, hung studs, stroking their huge, pink dicks and getting ready for a scene. 

"Kata, are you crazy!" Trish exclaimed. "You cant! Your dad will kill you!"

"I wear a mask and wont use my real name. Nobody will know."

"But its not like you need the money!"

"I have always wanted to try it out. Just to see what it feels like. I am so excited. Here, stop bitching. Take a couple of lines. Mehmet, don't hog the fucking joint. Pass it here. Go on now Trish!"

Trish groaned and rolled her eyes. Then she sniffed two lines of cocaine, and then another.

Jost, the director/producer/cameraman/sound/lights technician had been eyeing Trish all the while. Jost was some fat, balding mid forties slime ball was trying to convince Trish. Now he came to Trish, went into a dramatical half crouch, closed one eye, put his hands together, forming a rectangle, looked through it at Trish and nodded.

"Gosh! You are beautiful. Damn! Such a sexy, dark chocolate booty mama!" he suddenly jumped straight up and pointed at her. "I want you in this picture!" 

"Fuck off!" Trish sneered. Jost produced more cocaine, weed and booze for his studs and hos. He whispered to Mehmet and Peter, his handsome, naked, big dick studs, to make sure Trish got loads of it. 

He then set up the lights on the set, which looked like some bad office, which by the way was the title of the movie, "The Bad Office!"

He saw Trish was stoned and high and came over.

"Hey honey. With you in my team, we can go far."

"I don't wanna act in porn, ass hole! Just go away! You disgust me."

"This ain't porn! Its art! Porn actresses are really divas."

"They are cheap whores."

"Have you ever thought that maybe, eh, they are just misunderstood? I mean, think about it..."

"Ugh!!!"

"Come on. My very own girlfriend, the woman in my life, mother of my kids, stars in many of my pictures. Do you think I would do that to her, if it were really that bad?"

"You are sick! Get away from me! Fuck off!" Trish grabbed a joint from Mehmet and puffed. 

"Will you at least think about it?"

"Fuck off!"

"All right every body. Positions."

Trish shook her head as she dreamily watched Kata shamelessly lubing her pussy lavishly whilst Jost's girlfriend blew the two studs and got them hard. Then Kata put on a small, feather mask that covered half her face. She was walked onto the set with Peter.

Jost started rolling. "All right Peter, she is you bad, lazy, young secretary. She is snobby and thinks she is the shit! You hate that bitch! You wanna put her in her fucking place. Smack her a little. Choke her. Show her who is boss. Show her where the fucking Wurst (German sausage) is at. Bitch, what's your name again?"

"Anja," Kata lied. 

"Yeah. Anja. You are supposed to cry. You are not liking this at all. Coz you are some bossy German bitch. Maybe you are even a dyke. That's why you hate men. All right? Make it convincing. Suffer! Hate it! Sniff. Pout! Cry. Look helpless. And ashamed! But deep down, you love it, coz you are a bitch!"

"I am getting confused."

"That is because you are trying to think. Now, just switch off your brain and you will feel better.... Come on Peter, she is not your girlfriend, she is some stupid, rude, snobby little ass hole. I wanna see hate. Grab the bitch by the throat! Pull on her hair. Spit in her face! Yeah! That's it."

"Hey! Are you mad!" Kata yelled at Pete after he spat on her. She was pissed.

"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about! Now, Mehmet, come up on her from behind. Grab the bitch by the hair and smack that ass. Make her scream..."

"hey!" Trish shouted, getting nervous, for Kata was looking very uncomfortable. "Come Kata, lets go!"

"Fuck! You are disturbing..." Jost growled at Trish. "The fuck is wrong with you! This is a fucking movie. You don't talk when the camera is rolling! Damn! I need professionals. I cant work like this! Fuck!" 

For a second, he dropped his camera and sniffed some cocaine. 

"Trish. Relax. Its OK." Kata said to Trish.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I am all right."

"Of course she is fucking all right. This is a rape gang bang scene."

The filming resumed. The guys rough handled Kata like they really hated her, and all other women too, which they did. Trish felt disgusted. This wasn't erotic. It was sadist crap. She would have done something much nicer and sweeter with two such nice bodies and beautiful big cocks. But Jost loved it.

"Yeah! That's the way, shove the bitch on her knees. Smack her stupid face with your cocks. Now shove them in her mouth! Both! Stretch those fucking whore lips...." And on and on it went. "Yeah, shove your cock in her mouth... Peter, fuck that pussy. Rip that tight hole wide open. Yeah!!!! Move back to the side a bit, lemme get a clean shot of you stretching that cunt!!! Hey bitch, suck and fuck like you love it. This ain't fucking family entertainment. Its a hard core."

Trish couldn't believe it. Kata was being taken roughly and abused by the hung studs, one in her hole, one in her mouth and they were fucking her brutally. And Kata was moaning and sucking and pumping her hips like she was enjoying it. Trish was so embarrassed and paralysed.

"All right. Now, I want you to choke her on that dick, suffocate the bitch, make her cry tears... Peter, shove that dick up her little tight ass..."

"No! Let me lube it first..."

"No! The fans like it when bitches take it raw and scream. Fuck her ass Peter. Stuff her shit talking mouth Mehmet. Way to go!"

Peter shoved his dick up Kata's ass and she screamed with pain.

"Yeah! That's the money shot right there. Pound her with no lube. Make her scream. And then make her suck her ass off it," Jost cried frenziedly, twisting his body weirdly to get the right angle.

"Stop it right now!" Trish shouted, jumping onto the set and running at the two guys to push them away from Kata

"Fuck! What are you trying to do to me! I told you I cant work like this. I need professionals! Grab her and make her join in the fun Peter. This black bitch wants some, let her have it! Its part of the script."

"Come here bitch!" Peter's meaty hand snaked out and grabbed Trish's hair and she screamed. He forced her down on her knees and grabbed his cock with the other, jerking it. He was a big, strong guy and she was dizzy from the drugs and had no chance. He spoke to her in his version of English,

"Yeah!!!! I know you vant it whore! Zis big German sausage! You like zat huh! You little black bitch! Suck old Peter's cock! Yeah!"

"If you put it in my mouth I will bite it off, ass hole!!!" she sneered venomously.

"Boss? Is zat in ze Script?" Peter looked at Jost, taking a few cautionary steps back.

"Get my whips and handcuffs darling. We will show these bitches the true meaning of the "Bad office!"" His girl ran off to the next room. "Mehmet! The fuck! I am paying you, you jerk! Make her eat your ass!"

Kata tried to get up and but Mehmet sat on her face and grabbed her by the throat.

"Suck my ass whore! Lick my fucking ass."

"Yeah, pull off her mask lets see the bitch's face. Now lick that ass whore... Yeah! Do it!!!"

Kata opened her mouth and sank her teeth into Mehmet's ass, making him scream mortally. All eyes turned to them. Trish broke loose and snatched the camera from Jost's hand. She smashed it on to the floor and it broke into a thousand pieces. 

"Oh no! Oh, oh, oh no!!!!" Jost cried. He sank to his knees in disbelief and anguish. "How the fuck am I supposed to make a movie with no camera. Can you tell me that?"

"No means no, ass hole!"

"How can you do this to me! I am an artist! No-o-o-o-o!!! All right guys, playtime is over. Lets beat up this whores and rape them.

"Run Kata run!" Trish made it to the door, but Mehmet had a meaty hand wrapped around Kata and he didn't look like he was playing.

"You come back right now or she is dead!"

"No! You let her go or I will get the cops. I saw a station about three hundred meters from here. They will need maybe a minute to get here. Think you can kill her and make her disappear that fast? And all that cocaine too? Plus the drugs in your blood?"

"Let her go." Jost said and then he continued crying over his camera.

Kata grabbed her jeans and t-shirt and ran to Trish.

Chapter 11

On their way home she complained about how sore she was. She said she had always wanted to see what it would be like to do a porn film for real. Trish shook her head. Then she smacked the back of Kata's head. As they got home, Kata realized she had forgotten her handbag at the place. It contained her phone and ID.




The First Foundation Pt. 03



That evening, they got a call and it was Jost. He said he knew who Kata was. She had a rich, politician dad. He wanted some cash, or he was going to the press. He said he wanted 50 grand, but went down to thirty. In cash, used bills. They could hear him sniffing coke and chortling in the back ground.

"You were wearing a mask. He cant do shit," Trish said.

"Ah, eh, actually, I did an audition before, with no mask. Oral and anal as well."

"You stupid cunt! If the press gets those tapes, dad is fucked! He can forget the senate seat!" Trish rasped. "Shit! What are we gonna do now?" 

"Lets go to dad. But lets sleep off the drugs first. And don't tell Iris a thing."

Chapter 12

Kata and Trish dressed up nicely, in sweet elegant dresses and they drove to their dad's office the next day. 

Rudiger became suspicious as soon as he saw that Kata was not dressed like a whore. Kata played all sweet and innocent, lying the guys had lured her and trapped her.

"Don't bullshit me. Trish, tell me the fucking truth. Everything."

Trish did. 

They were told to go and wait at the reception. Then he told Trish to call Jost from her public phone booth and tell him they would bring him his cash at 5 in exchange for the tapes. But he had to be alone in his office. She did. In the late afternoon, three men came in. They were dressed in fine suits, but really looked like big, muscular German goons, with crew cuts, trying to pass as civilians (note: goon: aggressive and violent young criminal)

Rudiger talked with them. Then he called Trish and Kata in, told them to accompany the gentlemen and show them Jost. He told Trish to make sure the guys got everything and brought it all to him.

The girls drove to Jost's studio with the three German goons. Jost was so high his eyes were shining like the sun. He demanded the cash, or else. He was alone in the place. The three gentlemen walked in. Jost started to threaten them. They opened their jackets and showed him pistols. 

"You cant do this to me. I live in a democratic country. Get out.."

"Actually, we want to go get in. In you!" The leader of the goons said.

Jost was greeted with a fat slap.

Jost became a very nice guy. He offered them cocaine and porn. They jumped him. The girls were told to go back to the car. But they only pretended to leave, banged the door shut and then crawled back in. They saw Jost being bashed by the three guys. Then they all raped him, filming it with his camera. The girls heard him scream. Then one of the goons stuffed his mouth with something and told him to lick it real nice. Trish was surprised because it all happened just like in Jost's German porn script. At one point, the fat director started enjoying it and moaning. 

When they were finished with him, they told him to pull up his pants and not act like some fag. Jost was looking traumatised and broken, and he was walking funny. The goons seemed very happy. Jost was so polite and friendly it was amazing. He handed them all the tapes. The goons then confiscated his archive and smashed all his equipment. They took every tape, document, disk and computer hard drive they saw. They beat him up a bit, and he gave them what they hadn't found. They beat him again and he only cried, so they realized they had everything. They gave him ten grand for a new camera and computer.

"But all my life work? My archive. I am ruined.." Jost sobbed.

"Come man, you are a creative artist. You will soon be back on top. I really love your movies. I am looking forward to "The Bad Office!" Part 3. Just stick to movies and don't fuck with Mr S, all right. Coz next time..."

The girls were dropped at their dad's office along with all the goons had confiscated from Jost. Without a word, Rudiger carried the sack to his truck and they drove to a place where all was incinerated. 

They all got in his car. Kata and Trish sat in the back seat. Kata was smacked hard by her dad and she started crying. Trish hid her face and only caught one to the back of her head. He called them whores and bitches and slapped them furiously, for a couple of seconds. They were lucky he couldn't get a good swing in the confines of the car. He added that they owed him 20 grand. He said if they ever took drugs again, they were dead. He sounded like he meant it.

Then Rudiger relaxed, and took them home. He made supper with them, with no sign of his earlier anger.

Chapter 13

Then, Iris and Erich, who had no idea about the whole episode, came to join them. They had supper together, all of Rudiger's children. Daniela wasn't at home. Afterwards, Erich, who seemed very annoyed to see Iris and Kata talking familiarly with Trish, went off to his girlfriend, and Rudiger, Trish, Kata and Iris retired to the living room. 

Trish started asking him about his campaign. She said things that made Kata giggle, but Iris seemed scared and tried to pinch Trish.

"Its all right. Let her talk. We are family."

"Dad, the things you are saying, I mean. I am glad people don't know you are my dad or I would have no friends at University. One would get the impression that you are a racist, you hate single moms, gays and lesbians and the unemployed."

"Its politics and business. I just say what the people want to hear."

"But such negative stuff. I mean...!"

"Don't be naïve Trish. I don't put those ideas into their heads. That is what all those losers and fools out there want to hear. They are the ones full of hate. I just channel their hate and I will ride it into the senate!"

Trish was astounded. Iris was perplexed. Kata laughed heartily.

"So, you mean, you don't really believe in those things?" Trish exclaimed.

"You know, this is top secret, so, not a word. You know the ---?"

"That is that party of skinheads, huh?" Iris asked.

"Yes. Now, their chairman approached me a couple of months back. He says he wants to publish this monthly magazine, which every registered member has to buy. They got about two million members. This magazine costs 5 Euros. That's ten million per month. The magazine costs 35 cents per copy. Therefore, we are talking 9 million Euros profit, one quarter for him, 3 for me, because I fronted the costs. And those stupid skinheads can read their filth and make us richer." He laughed heartily.

"But Dad, if this comes out..."

"It wont, the paper is registered and produced in Spain, through a dummy company, owned by another and another. The money ends up in one of my companies and it is clean and legal..." he laughed.

Trish looked disappointed. She shook her head.

"You know dad, back in Africa, everyone thinks Europe is civilised and enlightened!"

"Africans are a bunch of naïve fools. I mean, I loved it over there. If I hadn't had a family here, I would never have returned. But, over here, its all about survival of the fittest."

"Dad! Did you love my mom, or was it just a fling?"

"Of course I loved her. She is a wonderful woman. In your country, a man can have many wives huh? But here I cant, unfortunately. That was probably a big mistake, to let her go." This was the first time his daughters had seen him being emotional. "Let me get my camera. I need to capture this.

Trish noticed that she was half lying on Iris' lap, who was stroking her hair and Kata was half sleeping on her lap, and she was stroking her shoulders. The girls looked at each other and smiled. Then Rudiger made several photos. He seemed happy and proud. He joined the girls for a couple more snapshots, with him in the middle.

Chapter 14

A few days later, Trish had an altercation with Erich. The tension had been steadily building up between them for he missed no opportunity to treat her like shit.

She was going downstairs and he was walking up. They could have passed by one another easily, but he insisted on walking through the middle and then shoved her and insulted her. He was taller than Trish but had never had a fight in his life. He was cheeky because he thought she was a girl and a nigger, which he told her. His mom, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, nodded in approval.

Now, Trish knew Erich was a softy, for she had seen him being insulted and even slapped by his girlfriend Lena. And her dad had hit with a folded newspaper twice, before her eyes and he hadn't even said shit. She knew he thought she was weaker than him, therefore he wanted to abuse her. But Trish was really not that kind.

Trish was carrying a thin, metal tray and so she swung it and bashed him on the forehead with it. He slapped her hard. Trish sank her teeth in his arm and he screamed mortally. Then she kneed him to the balls and he groaned with sweet pain and sank to his knees before her.

"Erich, say hi to your black goddess my dear brother!" She told him.

She smiled. Then she wrapped her hand around his tie and used it to yank him to her fist and elbow. He started crying for his mom. She gave him swollen eyes and burst lips. Daniela wanted to rush up the stairs to rescue her son. Trish gave her a murderous look and she changed her mind and sent Lena, Erich's girl. The tall slim blond ran up the stairs screaming Trish gave her one good, hard slap that remained imprinted on her cheek for ages. Lena changed her mind and decided that this was a family affair. She went downstairs, sat down, knocking back some Vodka shots and watched TV. Daniela screamed hysterically. 

Kata was the one who finally rescued her butchered brother, but she let him get a good hiding first. He was bleeding from the lips and nose. Trish told him to never use the n word again, and to greet her back nicely when she greeted him. Erich wanted to call the cops but his mom stopped him, for if he did, it would come out that Trish was his half sister. And they had to think about dad's future.

Lena was trying to talk Daniela into kicking Trish out, calling her a vicious animal, and so Kata grabbed her by the hair and threw her out on her ass and told her she was now persona non grata. Lena commanded Erich to come with her and he did. Erich ran to his dad crying and told him everything. Rudiger fell over laughing. He told him to stop crying or he would bash him too.

"Erich, when are you going to become a man?" His dad asked in exasperation. "Maybe I should give Trish the company. She has more balls than you!"

Trish saw fear in her step mom's eyes. Fear and respect. And the lust seemed to have increased. Trish liked the new Daniela. She wasn't warm to her, but she now made sure she rushed out of her way.

Chapter 15

Daniela was on the phone, talking loudly to their dad and trying to get him to come and give Trish hell, so Trish and Kata decided to escape. 

They called Lisa, the lady that had given Trish her business card in the disco and she invited them over to her "Zucht (discipline) Studio." It turned out to be a house in an affluent suburb. Now, the place was done up in black, with whips, pads, handcuffs and other instruments of torture for decoration. 

Lisa welcomed them both with a glass of wine. She told them that she would like them both to work for her, especially Trish. She said her business was fulfilling men's wishes.

She then showed them a wardrobe, filled with dominatrix costumes, leather and latex catsuits, boots, bustier, skirts and so forth. Then she showed them her collection of whips, hand cuffs and such like, instruments of pleasure, she told them.

And then she let them watch through a one way mirror as she and her employees went to work. Kata wasn't surprised and in fact she was highly entertained at what unfolded, but Trish was shocked. White men were coming in, paying a lot of money, to be humiliated, abused, debased and basically treated like shit or worms.

The fees were high, and the guys who came earned well, they were respectable members of society. Lawyers, doctors, professors, engineers, accountants, police chiefs, politicians, senators, business men, what have you, basically the pillars of white, western society. 

Lisa and her crew gave them what they came for; they kicked those guys, insulted them, whipped them, spat on them, made them lick the floor, their boots, fucked them up the ass with dildos, made them lick their pussies and ass holes and pissed on them. The guys loved it and revelled in perverted joy.

Trish thought it was sick but Kata thought it was cool.

When Lisa asked the two girls if they wanted to try it, Kata volunteered immediately. Lisa said they were not allowed to physically scar the guys, but anything humiliating, rude and shitty was desired. 

Kata slid in a dominatrix costume and worked with another girl, slapping and ill treating a German professor and doing him like a masochistic cunt, which he was. They finished off by peeing in his mouth, shoving his face in the toilet bowl and flushing.

Trish began to feel left out. She begged to be allowed to have her way with the next client, a lawyer. He was so excited as the tall, athletic black woman dressed in latex, insulted him, slapped his stupid face, choked him, spat on him and basically humiliated him totally and he loved it. She made him eat her pussy and ass, telling him 

"That ain't good enough, ass hole! I know you can do better than that! Try your best! Fuck! That ain't it! Shit! Lemme slap that stupid, pale, ugly, pale face!" Smack! Smack! Choke! Choke! 

He came on himself. Trish couldn't fathom it! If she would try this to a man back in her country, he would choke her and beat her up. But the German man loved that shit. She lost all mercy for him and ill treated him for real. The guy gave her a very generous tip and wanted her to book her again.

Lisa offered them both jobs immediately, for she saw that Rudiger's daughter's were natural talents. Kata hated men and Trish hated white men. She offered them lots of cash, for ill treating German men.

When she closed shop for the night, she gave them weed and wine. And then she asked them if they wanted to get a little more practice, on her. They smacked her, insulted her and abused her and made her eat their holes. She loved it and kept cuming just from rubbing her thighs together as they abused her. 

Then she said she wanted to abuse them back and they refused to let her. She told them if they wanted to work for her, they would also have to cater to clients who preferred to debase and humiliate women. They laughed and refused. She said then they were not fit for the job and chucked them out.

The girls felt so good when they went home. They laughed about white men like some kind of a bad joke

Chapter 16

Iris turned twenty three and the siblings went out to party into her new year. Iris insisted on taking Erich along, thinking this would give him and Trish a chance to make up, for she desired harmony. Kata took them to a party one of her friends was throwing. Drugs were flowing freely. All except for Trish started taking drugs. Erich and Lena were very experienced in drugs, snorting cocaine through rolled bills like pros. They all got drunk and high and partied like they had demons. 

Now, Erich saw his chance to have his revenge. He bought a variety of hard drugs, stuffed them in Trish' handbag. Then the coward sneaked out of the party with his girl, Lena, and called the cops about the drug party, saying a black girl was supplying everyone.

There was a massive police raid and all three sisters were arrested along with the others. Now, it so happened that Iris had Kata and Trish' handbags for they were dancing when the raid happened. Therefore she was netted as a drug dealer. When she said the bag belonged to her sister, and Trish was identified, then the cops knew that their dad, Rudiger, had an illegitimate, African daughter. 

Now, the chief officer in charge of the precinct where they landed was a staunch supporter of another party, and he was really annoyed with Rudiger's right wing dogma. He therefore leaked the arrest details and mug shots to the press, secretly, and for a generous fee, of course.

The papers the following day carried mug shots of all three of Rudiger's daughters. Iris was labelled the drug dealing baroness, found with a drugs warehouse in her purse. Kata was the brain dead junkie, whose blood contained enough drugs to tranquillize an elephant. Trish was the illegitimate African daughter being introduced to drugs by her elder sisters, and it was also mentioned that she was four months pregnant, something only Kata and Iris had known up till then. 

Rudiger's political career was of course ruined. No amount of damage control could help. Even papers once sympathetic to him were now running many nasty stories about him. It was even exposed that though he berated foreigners so much, he was a regular customer with Turkish and Asian prostitutes, maybe even under aged ones. 

He got the girls out but didn't say a word until they got home. Daniela was wailing and crying crocodile tears, saying they were ruined and had to leave town and probably land too. Rudiger was mad as hell. He hit his daughters with a folded newspaper and used unprintable language to insult them. Then he stormed off. Erich gloated as he comforted his wailing mom.

Iris' boyfriend, Ted, who came from a rich family like her, broke up with her. He said his parents were too pissed and they just couldn't date and get married now. Daniela was as heart broken as Iris. The mom was so sad to lose her dream son, tall, lean, pale, blond, blue eyed. 

A week later, Rudiger called the family together. He said he was pulling his candidacy back, and moving with his wife to Mallorca, in Spain, where he was relocating his business headquarters. Erich would be moving with him.

"What about me?" Kata asked.

"We found you a job as an entertainer on a cruising ship. You will be on it for 3 months. Afterwards, you will start training as an Air Hostess. If you don't do that, you don't get any money from us."

"You must be joking. I will go and become a dominatrix."

"We are moving to Spain, you little bitch! You could even stand at the street corner and sell your ass and blow the money on drugs. See if we care," Rudiger said.

"I hate you!" Kata screamed and ran out of the room.

"What about me!" Iris asked.

"You are the oldest, Iris. I trusted you and you ruined me, with your stupidity. You are staying here. We got you and Trish an apartment. We paid the rent for the first year. But you guys will have to earn your own keep and pay your own rent. I suggest you do something useful with your life. Start studying something. Maybe you can baby sit Trish' bastard when its born. Who is the father of you bastard?"

"dad, if I ever let you hold your grand son in your hands, please slap my face. You are never seeing this bastard baby! You are such a great father, I tell you."

"Mom! Dad! You cant be serious!" Iris exclaimed. "You must be joking."

"I suppose everything seems like a joke to a drug junkie and dealer." Daniela retorted dryly. "Iris, you ruined us. You ruined everything we worked so hard for. I am so disappointed in you."

Iris started crying and Trish embraced her.

"Shut up Daniela. What hard work are you talking about. Drinking and liposuction? Shut up you stupid cunt or you will get it!" Trish growled and Daniela flinched back. 

"No! Trish! Don't insult them. Mom! Dad! Please. Please don't desert me! Please, take me with you! I need you!"

"No! Iris. You made your bed, now sleep in it!"

"Lets go upstairs Iris. We will make it on our won. We don't need them," Trish said defiantly. "They are selfish ass holes."

"No! Go away Trish. Mom! Dad! Please!" Iris cried and went down on her hands and knees, begging and grovelling.

Trish stood up and left the room, showing her dad and her step mom the finger. Daniela sneered but Rudiger smiled. He was looking amused. And impressed.

Trish could hear Iris crying and begging, while Daniela insulted her. She closed the door to her room.




The First Foundation Pt. 03



Chapter 17

Things happened fast. Iris looked like she was tranquillized as their things were moved into the apartment. At least Rudiger had been nice enough to pay a year's rent.

Trish was angry and determined. Iris however, was numb, finished and done with. It was like the ground had disappeared from under her feet.

She watched passively as Trish arranged their things around the new apartment. 

Trish became worried about Iris. She stayed indoors, smoked weed and cried or watched TV all day. One day, Trish walked into her room to find her standing before the mirror, slapping and insulting herself. Her voice sounded suspiciously like Daniela's. Trish hugged her and she cried and sobbed for ages. Then Iris told her to go to hell. 

Trish got very worried now. Iris wasn't eating. She started losing weight rapidly, and her face became sickly pale and pimply. Trish would cook and Iris would throw away the food. She called Stefan and asked for his help, but he said she got what she deserved, and she hadn't ever supported him. Now, he was busy with his own problems. She called Daniela and Rudiger, but they said she would get over it. And Kata was busy partying like hell before she left on the cruising ship, for she had agreed to her parent's demand.

Three weeks after their moving, Trish went to Iris' room and found her lying life less on her bed. She called an ambulance, and her half sister was carried off. She was dehydrated and starved. She was hospitalized.

Trish called Rudiger and told him. He didn't sound very concerned.

"Dad, how can you be so cold. What if kills herself."

"Tough luck. Anyway, she is in good hands." Trish started to insult him but he calmed her down, "Listen Trish, Erich was the one who made the call that got this shit happening."

"Erich! I will kill him..."

"Don't worry, I beat him to a pulp. He learned his lesson."

"How come you are punishing us?"

"Trish, I have a big business empire that I will leave behind one day. Now, Erich should get it as he is my only son. However, he is weak and you know it. Kata is fucked up. Iris is too much of a good dog. What about you? Think you can measure up. This is an opportunity. But you have to earn it. I want you to enrol at the university and study business. I will be keeping an eye on you. If you measure up, you will get the lion's share of the piece of cake."

"dad, you are mad."

"One thing though, is your kid German or African?"

"African."

"I want you to marry a German and have German kids. Or I wont let you have much. Is that clear. A little of your mom's blood in the family is all right, but your heirs have to be German."

"Dad, fuck off! Go and visit Iris!"

"No way! Iris is irrelevant. Listen to what I am saying..."

"Fuck you!" Trish hung up.

Trish called Daniela and told her. Iris' mom groaned and said the troubles they were causing her were dragging on like a bad disease. 

"Look, I know you are mad about what happened, but Iris is in a bad state. Please Daniela, I am begging you to at least visit her and show her you care. I mean, I caught her slapping herself the other day and banging her head on the wall."

"Then she needs a psychiatrist."

"Daniela, please. Are you that heartless. Iris is your daughter! How can you!"

"Trish, go to hell and take Iris with you!"

"What type of a mom are you?"

"Don't get insolent with me you stupid nigger wench. Lick my ass! Write a cross on it with your tongue!"

Daniela banged the phone down. 

Trish felt mad. Mad as hell. If Daniela had been in the room, she would have choked her. She cried as she thought of her sister, lying in bed whilst her drunkard of a selfish mom didn't even give a fuck.

Rudiger had cancelled their cell phones, which ran under his account. Trish went to a phone shop and called Dez and cried her heart out. She said she was going crazy. She still hadn't told him that she way carrying his kid. But he was very worried. She told him she would give him her new number, once she had a phone in the new apartment.

She decided she needed to smoke a joint, frig her pussy and cum hard, or she would go and murder her step mom. 

There was a carton that contained Kata's collection of porn. Trish flipped through several titles. She was in the mood for something mean and nasty. She found one whose cover featured a nasty looking dominatrix standing over a pretty, mature blond lady in a business suit and force feeding her ass hole. It was a German production, titled, "Leck meinen Arsch du blöde Fotze!" (lick my ass you stupid cunt!) Trish chuckled, as she realized it had been made by Jost.

Trish normally did not like German porn because it was very brutal, senseless, and tasteless. She did not find it erotic at all but brutal and degrading, as if the Germans got off almost entirely on degradation. However, she was in the mood for something like that, the way she currently hated Daniela.

She watched the flick and frigged her pussy as she puffed away. Like the cover indicated, the movie featured elegant blonds being dominated and humiliated by mean, nasty, sadistic bitches. They were made to eat pussy and ass, lick feet and boots and were whipped, insulted and pissed on.

Trish's initial nausea turned to excitement and arousal as she imagined doing all that to Daniela. She came all over her fingers and started the flick again.

Trish suddenly smiled. Daniella feared her and lusted after her. And Trish hated her. What a nice little recipe.

Excited, she jumped into her car and drove to the Reeperbahn, the porn area of Hamburg. She went into a sex shop and bought whip, a pair of handcuffs and a dog collar and leash. She also got two black dildos, a simple one and a strap on. And some lube, a cat-o-nine-tails leather whip with a long handle shaped like a cock, and leather padded spanking pad.

She returned home and watched the movie again, seeking ideas, and getting herself in the mood for humiliating and degrading her step mom.

Chapter 18

The following morning, Trish shaved her pussy, put on a short skirt and skimpy top and high heels and put her items in a sports bag. She drove her car and parked down the street from her dad's house. She smoked several joints until she saw a Taxi arrive and pick up Rudiger. He was leaving for Spain a couple of weeks before his wife, whilst she took care of renting out the house.

Trish gave him an hour. At ten, she drove up to the gate and hooted. The electrical gate slid open after a while and closed behind her. She walked up to the house. Daniela opened the door, dressed in short, blue ladies skirt suit and a light blue blouse. Her blond hair was neatly combed and she wore make up on her face. She looked young and pretty, for she had just had her face lifted, again. Her silicon tits were pushing up her jacket nicely. She was hung with jewels and diamonds and pearls, like a sparkling and shiny chandelier. Her strong, rich perfume could not conceal the alcohol on her breath.

"What do you want?" she sneered at Trish, stepping back to safe distance and getting ready to slam the door.

"We need to talk."

"Is this about Iris? I don't have time to waste. I am meeting some friends for coffee."

"Your daughter is in hospital!"

"Not my problem!"

"Listen, what I have to tell you concerns Iris and Erich. Now, this would cause a scandal way bigger than what happened before. I don't have to do this, but I am only trying to help you. Now, sit your ass down at the table and talk with me."

"Oh, these fucking kids are such a bother!" the mom wailed. 

She reached for her cell phone and made some calls to say she would be late. Trish sat down at the dining room table, poured herself some wine from Daniela's half empty bottle. She took a long sip and rolled a joint. She was angry, determined and feeling mean. But she was also feeling nervous. She was about to try and break her step mom, but who knew what would happen if she failed. Daniela would probably try and get her arrested. If she dared tell the world a woman had raped and abused her, that was.

Daniela came and joined her, sitting on the opposite side.

"Come and sit here. I don't wanna have to shout," Trish said firmly, showing her who was in charge.

"I can hear you quite well from over here."

"Daniela, maybe I should just go huh, and let events take their course."

"Oh!!!!" Daniela groaned and rolled her eyes but she came and pulled a chair next to Trish. Trish smiled, at her first victory and smiled even more as she noticed how scared Daniella was, of being close to her. Her step mom drank constantly from her wine glance and fidgeted in her seat. 

Trish calmly lit the fat joint and took a couple of deep puffs, then she handed it to Daniela. "Smoke!" she said firmly. She knew Daniela preferred drink, but she did smoke weed too, now and then. Trish smiled as she watched her puff on the kick ass weed from Holland.

"Now, talk!"

"We smoke first, then we talk. Shut up Daniela, or I will just walk out of the door right now!"

Daniela fumed and kept glancing at her watch, but Trish smoked leisurely and kept passing it back. When the joint roached, she dropped it in Daniela's wine glass.

"Are you crazy!"

"No bitch! You are the one that is crazy. I brought you some presents." Trish emptied the contents of her bag onto the table. Daniela gasped as she saw the dildos, the whip, the pad and the tubes of lube and handcuffs.

"What is this! Get this filth off my table!!"

"Oh! Now I am hurt! Imagine all the effort I made, going to buy this on the Reeperbahn last night, just for us, my darling. Since you wont visit your daughter in hospital, I figured I might as well come here and have fun with you. Remember all the fun we had the other night?"

"No! I don't want that lesbian filth to happen ever again!" Daniela screamed, shooting to her feet. "Take you rubbish and leave my house right now or I will call the cops!"

"No. Calm down," Trish said, rising and smiling wickedly. "I thinks its better if you send a telegraph. Like this one here!" 

Trish gave her a fierce, mean, evil glare and handed her a stinging slap to the cheek. Daniela gasped with fear and horror. She tried to back away but Trish caught her by the collar and smacked her across the eyes, showing her some new stars that had not yet been named. Then she grabbed her hard by the throat, choking her.

Daniela tried desperately to pry Trish's hands loose, whimpering like a whipped dog. Trish pulled back her hand, balled it into a fist and made as if to punch her hard. 

Daniela cried and jammed her eyes shut, tensing. Trish laughed hard and rubbed her fist into Daniela's nose. Daniela flashed with anger and tried to rip herself free frantically. Trish grabbed her hair, yanking hard. 

"Ah ah! Stop that or I will really thrash you!" Trish growled. "Is that what you want? For me to bash you? And ruin that face that you just spent so much money on. Huh?"

Daniela moved her mouth like a fish and shook her head. She had never felt so scared in her life. She nearly peed in her pants, for she thought the step daughter she had abused and mistreated was gone crazy with hate and anger and come back to murder her. She whimpered weakly, shaking like a reed.

"I want you to apologize properly, for being a worthless wife, poor mom and an arrogant, fucked up, snobby cunt. In fact, just apologize for being you. Are you gonna do that!"

Daniela nodded frantically. Trish released her throat.

"Please Trish. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I implore you. I was stupid, please forgive and forget," she sounded so nice now.

"No! That wont do Daniela. I just have to bash you until my anger is gone. But I will try not to break anything. I cant guarantee the nose, but I will try and be careful with the ribs and the silicon tits, all right!"

"No! Please don't hit me!" Daniela cried pitifully. "Please Trish, have mercy."

"Its up to you, do you want this?" Trish showed her her black fist menacingly. "Or will you do whatever I want?"

"I will do what you want. Just don't hit me please."

"Good girl," Trish said and made her turn around and grabbed her hands and handcuffed them behind her back. Daniela was taken by surprise as the cuffs clicked around her wrists.

"No! What are you doing!!!"

"I want you on your knees, right now!" she growled, yanking on her hair and pushing her down.

Daniela sank to her knees fast and whimpered, as Trish towered over her. Trish looked down at her and felt powerful and exhilarated. She couldn't help smiling, but her smile definitely didn't make Daniella feel any better.

"All right then. Here are the rules. If you scream, try to run, or hesitate at my instructions, I will spank you so bad. Is that clear?" Daniela nodded. 

Chapter 19

"Good girl." Trish pulled up her skirt and Daniela found herself staring into her mons. Trish's shaved, dark, bald pussy was peeking at her through white lace and she could smell her arousal. Daniella recoiled. "I saw you leering after me so many times, Daniela. Now, I am not mean, so go ahead, and eat my pussy through my panties. You do a good job and I will take them off for you!"

"No! I cant do that again! I am not a lesbian!" she wailed, recoiling sharply.

"You just fucked up, Daniela" Trish let herself think of Iris for a second and her anger surged. She grabbed a wad of hair, reached way back, and smacked her juicily, on both cheeks and across the eyes. Daniella started bawling and she told her to zip it, fast. Daniella zipped it and stifled her sobs.

Then the step daughter started peeling off her panties. Daniela grunted with fear and tried to scramble away frenziedly. Trish tripped her and she fell on the floor. She yanked her onto her knees by her hair and pinched her ears sharply, twisting like she was a stubborn kid. Then she rapped her thick skull with her knuckles and poked her in the face for good measure. 

"Daniela, you are my fucking slave, you stupid cunt! Do as you are told, dammit! Show your mistress some fucking respect! Open your mouth, bitch! I am not saying it again!"

The young woman gagged her step mom with her soaked panties, shoving them into her mouth. Then she fastened the leash around her neck. She then hauled her onto the couch and shoved her on it, face down. She put a knee across her back and yanked her skirt around her hips and exposed her pale, round ass, split by a naughty little thong.

"You horny old slut!" she chuckled and stroked her ass with the leather covered pad. Then she yanked her face up by the hair and leaned down to her. "I am going to spank you a bit now. This ain't even for anything you did wrong. That will come later. This is just for the fuck of it, OK? I said OK? Bitch!"

Daniella whimpered fearfully and nodded weakly. Then Trish shoved her face into the couch and spanked her, slowly, deliberately and very hard, five on each cheek, till the pale buns were a flaming red. Daniela jerked sharply and gave stifled cries of pain and writhed on the couch. Then she started sobbing heavily.

"Didn't I say no crying! You are fucking up again. All right then, you asked for it."

Trish now grabbed her feet and cuffed them together, hooking the cuffs through the ones holding her wrists. Now Daniela was trussed up and gagged, hands and feet behind her back. She couldn't even move or shout for help, not that anyone would have heard her.

Trish walked calmly to the DVD player and large flat screen TV and and slid in the German porn DVD. She started her favorite scene. She grabbed the big, black dildo and lubed it. She walked back to Daniela, and sat besides her. She fished her thong out of her crack and exposed her cunt, which was shaved, except for tiny blond patch above her slit. Trish switched the vibrator on and brought it to Daniela's face. She teased with it, rubbing it on her cheeks, smearing them with the lube.

"This is what I am gonna put inside you."

Daniela jerked sharply, desperately, making the cuffs jingle in futility. Trish brought the round head of the vibrator to her step mom's slit and rubbed it up and down. Then she slowly fucked it inside. She eventually buried it in to the hilt and turned up the power to medium.

Then she pulled up her own skirt around her hips and sat down at Daniela's head. She grabbed a wad of blond hair and pulled the scared, gagged face onto her dark thigh, inches from her dripping, dark pussy.

"Daniela, watch that video. And pay good attention. You are the girl that is getting abused and I am the mistress. You are going to do it all perfectly, or you are in shit. You hear?" Trish smacked the back of her head. "damn it! I said..." Smack! Daniela nodded frantically. 

Trish sat back in the couch and started stroking her pussy as she stroked Daniela's head with her other hand, nice and gentle, like she was a good pet dog.

Daniela just didn't understand the world anymore. She just couldn't believe this was happening to her. She hoped against hope that she was just having a nightmare. But the dildo whirring away in her pussy was real. So was her nasty black step child, who was casually stroking her wet, bald pussy and making her watch a filthy video of some poor woman being raped by a sadistic lesbian. She couldn't believe Trish expected her to do that. No! Horror!!!

Daniela groaned and jerked and pulled at her bindings, to no avail. She tried to look up at Trish imploringly, but Trish yanked on her hair and made her watch the screen.

"You look shocked and disgusted, you old slut! Better get it all right though. If you mess up just once, I tell you..." She grabbed and pinched Daniella's ass hard, leaving finger prints on her white ass, making her groan sharply with pain. The Trish lubed her digits and started stroking Daniela's crack. Daniela wailed through her gag and stiffened. "Its up to you Daniela, either I spank your ass, or I stroke the motherfucker! Want me to get the pad. Its nothing for me. Honestly."

Daniella whimpered and shook her head. 

"Good girl. Now, watch the screen whore! Look at that! Wow! See the way she is licking her feet and sucking them toes. Damn! Yeah.... Look how she is getting that pussy now. Look at that brilliant tongue work. Oh!!! I cant wait to have you do that to me, my worthless slave.... Damn! See how she eating that ass. See that. Oh my gosh! Look at that pink tongue sliding into that ass hole, so deep. Damn Daniela! You are gonna have fun doing all that to my pretty black ass, you lucky, dirty slut!" 

Chapter 20

As the scene progressed, Daniela felt a warm tingle spreading in her pussy from the vibrator that was working away deep in her tunnel. And her neglected pussy was responding, getting all wet. And she was receiving sharp thrills from Trish lewdly stroking her crack. 

The nasty video was beginning to mesmerize her. She couldn't believe the woman being abused was acting like she was enjoying it, and she was serving her tormentor slavishly, eagerly even. When the scene ended, Trish stopped the DVD.

She got the leather whip and pulled the dildo out of Danila. It was covered in a thick, white pussy cream. 

"Mmm! You are so wet, you horny, sweet little whore. Watch me taste the pussy your children came out of!"

Daniela gave a gagged shriek of horror as she saw Trish lick the dildo and then take it in her mouth and sucking it, moaning with relish as she tasted her pussy. 

Then Trish removed the cuffs from Daniela feet and made her kneel at her feet. Trish kicked off her shoes, then she removed the gag from Daniela's mouth. She held the leash around the blond's neck in one hand, and the whip in the other.

"lick my feet," she said, pushing a foot in Daniela's face.

"Please Trish I have learned my lesson. Please. I will give you money! I will go and visit Iris!" Daniella begged and groveled desperately.