Tom Gets Naked for Jane
Earlier I wrote about how I had gone to see my friend Jane at the college she attended in Massachusetts and ended up naked for most of her sorority sisters. I should really have been smart enough to suspect that I was being set up because Jane had a history of getting me naked for her and her friends’ pleasure. The first time that Jane got me naked was the summer before we headed off for college. There were four of us who had known each other for about 12 years and had hung out together, 2 guys and 2 girls, pretty much just friends even though I did like Jane and hoped it might become more. Jane was about 8 month older than me, but physically she was always mature and easily could have passed as being in her early twenties. The year before we had taken a school trip to New York and were walking on Broadway when a young guy walking past us the other way looked right at Jane and said, “Now that’s eating pussy.”
Jane looked at me and asked, “What did he say?” but even though I agreed with him I was too embarrassed to repeat for her what he had said. Actually at that point I hadn’t had the pleasure of eating pussy and so I truly didn’t know if I agreed with him, although later I’d find out that eating pussy was an incredible turn on for me.
Well that summer Bob left town to start college early and Robyn went to spend the summer working as a nanny for relatives out of state. One day Jane phoned and told me to come over to her house. Her family had just moved into a new house out in a wooded area of town. Her father was an executive at a woolen factory in town and they had a big new house built on a large piece of property. When I got there Jane was outside and said, “Let’s take a walk in the woods.”
We followed a path from the back of her yard into the woods till we came to a small secluded pond and Jane suggested that we go for a swim.
“I’d like to but I don’t have a swimsuit,” I said. I was embarrassed because the truth was that the thought of seeing Jane in her underwear or better yet naked was getting me excited.
But Jane said, “That doesn’t matter,” and sat down to take off her shoes.
I was feeling really self-conscious and not at all sure about the idea, but since she appeared to be undressing I went ahead and undressed down to my underwear. When I looked over at Jane she was standing with her hands on her hips and a big grin on her face wearing a one piece bathing suit. Jane was cute and had a very nice body. She was about 5'8" with muscular legs and big tits. Her bathing suit was very tight, low cut and came up high on her hips. She had large nipples and they were very visible as she stood there grinning at me in my underwear. She ran to the water and jumped in calling for me to follow. Jane was a really good swimmer having had lessons most of her life and also having been on a swim team in Worcester. I was barely adequate at best. I’d had some Red Cross lessons, which back then meant I learned the crawl, back stroke and side stroke, but I seldom had much opportunity to practice.
While we swam Jane would dive under the water and swim around even going between my legs several times. Once she went under for a long time and I was starting to get nervous when I felt her behind me grabbing my underwear and starting to pull them off. I pulled my knees up to try and grab them but since she already had them down past my knees that just helped her to pull them off more quickly. She came up with them, laughed loudly and then threw them up toward shore where they landed in a tree. She dove under a few more times again swimming between my legs, a couple of times she even touched my balls. I wasn’t sure if it was accidental touching or not. Then she swam to shore and walked up to where her clothes were. She stood there with her legs spread and used her hands to wipe the drops of water off her body, which made her boobs bounce and her nipples stand up. Watching her I thought she was really beautiful and started to get an erection. After a couple of minutes she called to me to come out. By now I had a full on chubby and so was even more reluctant to come out. I stood far enough out so that the water came up past my waist hoping my erection would go away.
“You’ll have to come out eventually,” Jane said and so feeling more embarrassed than I ever had and keeping my hands over my cock and balls I walked up to where Jane was and stood in front of her. Jane looked up at me and smiled then reached up and moved my hands away from my crotch looking at my cock and balls. Having her look at me just got me more excited and my cock, which had started to go soft, stiffened standing straight up along my abdomen. After looking at me for a bit she put her hands on my hips and twisted as she said, “Turn around so I can see your ass.”
When I was facing away from her she put her hand between my legs, pushed on the inside of my legs and said, “Spread your legs some more.”
I moved my left foot to side a bit, but she said more and pushed harder on the inside of my thigh. Her hand was very high on my legs, almost touching my balls and I was really aroused.
After Standing there for a couple of minutes, she said, “Bend over.”
I bent forward a bit, but again she said, “More. Put your hands on your knees and your head down by your knees too.”
She slid her hands to my ass cheeks and pressed lightly spreading my cheeks. After a minute or two she turned me again. While I was standing there with my hard cock bobbing up and down she took my hand and put it on my cock. She then slowly took my fingers and wrapped them around my cock and then started to move my hand up and down. She stopped and so did I.
But she said, “Don’t stop. Keep going.”
Then she took my other hand and turned my fingers and pressed them against my balls. I was really excited and within just a couple of minutes I had the strongest orgasm I had ever had - almost hitting her in the face with my come.
Jane smiled and laughed and I could feel myself getting red with embarrassment. We stayed there for awhile longer with me still naked and doing different things for her. Once she made me walk and then run back in forth in front of her. Then she had me get on my hands and knees facing away from her, and again she told me to spread my knees very wide. As I knelt there with my legs spread I felt her lifting up balls and looked between my legs to see her using her foot rub my balls and cock. I was fascinated by the sight of her pretty foot massaging my balls and quickly got hard again. She moved up to the side of me and told me to masturbate again. As she was to the left of me I used my right hand to stroke my cock so that she could see everything. As I neared climax I closed my eyes and lifted my head and just then I felt her hand come around from behind, grab my balls and squeeze them lightly. Just as she did I had a very powerful orgasm. As my orgasm subsided I put my head down in the sand and lay there. I was embarrassed to think of myself lying with my ass up in the air and my legs spread for Jane to see, but was to overcome at first to change my position.
Finally we got dressed and left. I didn’t understand why I would do everything she asked of me even though I found it embarrassing, but I did and that wasn’t the last time I was naked in front of Jane.
The End
Rookie
Amy and I had an apartment a block north of the park in the center of town. We had known each other for as long as either of us could remember. She had a boyfriend and I did not. It was her first, but regardless, I had more experience with guys than she did.
We had been drinking and partying starting late on Friday afternoon. On Saturday evening her guy friend was to come to our place. Not wanting to feel like a third wheel, I asked her to have him invite his friend Allen to come with him. They got there at around 9:30 and had more alcohol and other things with which we could party.
A couple of hours in, we were all pretty fucked up. Amy and Chad were making out and I had kind of been flirting and teasing with Allen. We were listening to music, and those two had kind of migrated to the small dining area between the living room, where we were, and the kitchen. They were all making out and rubbing up against each other in quite a sexual way.
I’m not really entirely sure what was going on in my head. Either I was feeling a little put out by their exploits or I had a point to prove being that Amy was fairly new to the game of men and sex. I guess I just wanted to kind of show her how a real slut operates.
At the risk of sounding conceited, I’m a pretty good looking girl. Oh the hell with it. I’m hot and I have a great body. There… I said it. And I was pretty comfortable about moving in on Allen. I kissed him. Not just a kiss, but a hot open mouth wild tongue action ‘I’m gonna get you off’ kind of kiss. He was pretty speechless. Maybe a bit shy. I went in for another tongue kiss and this time put my hand directly on his crotch.
It was really obvious that he had a hard-on. As I was kissing him, my hand massaged his growing bulge, rubbing and massaging it with my finger tips, He just grinned and blushed. Eventually his hand came up my stomach and he started grabbing at my tits, so I undid my bra and unbuttoned a couple so he could get a good feel of my boobs and small hard nipples.
I really cared more that Amy was catching this than I did about actually having sex or either getting myself or this Allen guy off. So with a little bit of exaggeration, I stood up then laid on the couch on my side facing away from Allen with my head across his abdomen.
I unbuttoned then unzipped his pants, reaching inside to pull out his cock. I wrapped my hand around it lightly and stroked it slowly. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have a huge dick, nor was it small. Pretty average, I guess maybe like five or six inches, but it sure was excited.
I looked at it a while and licked at it by darting my tongue out and back in quickly a couple of times before wrapping my lips around the head and sucking it into my mouth. Up and down I went in typical blow job fashion as I fucked his dick with my mouth. I could feel and hear him breathing heavily and moaning.
I’m sure he was enjoying it, but I was almost hoping that Amy and Chad were watching me show them how a professional slut gives head. I held it’s base tightly with one hand and rubbed my own pussy through my tight jeans with the other. I was working his cock over really good. I would hold my mouth still with my lips wrapped around his throbbing shaft while I moved only my tongue back and forth across the under side of his velvety soft dick head. Then I would bob my head up and down His cock. I kissed it and licked it and sucked it as hot and sexy as any seasoned porn star would have done.
I had been with enough guys and seen enough pornographic movies to know what would happen next when I felt his muscles tense and his cock start to buck and convulse. He started panting and let out an audible “Ah!!” His throbbing hard cock squirted, filling my mouth with his cum. I held the load of sperm in my mouth and felt another even longer surge of cum shoot inside my mouth. I came off of his dick with my mouth only momentarily. Just long enough to swallow the mouth full of cum that I had before gulping his convulsing boner back into my lips. Just in time to get two more bursts of cum against the roof of my mouth. I parted my lips a little to let his sperm flow down his cock shaft, then I deep throated it sucking the cum back up into my mouth and swallowing every bit of it.
No sooner did he finish blasting his backed up cum load into my mouth did he start this fucked up speech. “That was so wrong! God says it’s wrong.” He sputtered as he fastened his pants and started to leave. “The Bible says not to have sex before marriage. It says oral sex is wrong. He’s going to punish you and he’s going to punish me…” He went on and on. I was stunned.
As he left the room I looked over the back of the couch to see how Amy and Chad were reacting to this. What I saw was Chad leaning back against the table with his boner sticking out and Amy on her knees with his cock in her hands watching Allen running out the door. She looked over at me and said, “What the fuck?… That must have been one hell of a blow job!”
“I guess so.” I said with a stunned look. Amy then got back to business sucking Chad’s cock. I watched the whole thing. He did have a bigger dick than Allen. I even watched until he backed up and shot his own load of cum on Amy’s face. Damn it was hot. And he didn’t even freak out. He just laughed and packed up his manhood as Amy wiped down her face with a towel.
“Do you want me to go out and get Allen to come back?” Chad asked.
“No.” I said.“Too small. I was gonna throw him back anyway. Besides I went and swallowed enough cum for at least two of the facials that she just got.” We shared a good drunken laugh and came away with a really good fucked up story to tell.
The End
Rebecca’s First Gloryhole Fun
At 18 years old, Rebecca had not had much experience with sex. She had only been with 2 guys. She was not a gorgeous supermodel type by any means. She had average looks to go with her average shoulder length straight brown hair. She wore glasses and dressed pretty plainly because she had never really had the money growing up to buy the designer label clothes that a lot of her friends wore. She was medium height for a girl at about 5'4 and weighed around 130 pounds. Her breasts measured out at a very mediocre B cup.
She had decided to go with a plain top and a short skirt that showed off her best feature. She had been told by more then one guy that she had a very nice ass and sexy legs. She pulled up her pantyhose and decided not to wear panties. A practice she liked to do just for the heck of it. It kind of made her feel like a bad girl. She also didn’t wear a bra because there was really not much there to hold in place anyway.
The night was spent with her friends at a bar in a bad sex district part of town. It was surrounded by liquor stores and strip clubs and an adult bookstore. It was the only place that would serve them alcohol at their age without any question. She had played some pool and sang very bad karaoke and had several mixed drinks before she was finally asked to dance by a large older guy who introduced himself as Chuck. He was around 40 years old, 6'3 and she guessed his weight at around 250 He was wearing a pair of rather dirty jeans and a tattered Metallica T-shirt that covered a rather sizeable belly. He also wore a dirty Budweiser baseball cap. She wasn’t being picky in her condition. He was the first one to pay any real attention to her anyway.
They walked out onto the small dance floor for a slow song. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he reached his arms around her waist and puller her tight against his beer belly. She thought to herself how drunk she must be because the feeling of his hard hands on her hips was really a nice sensation. She laid her head on his chest and rocked back and forth to the music. It wasn’t much into the song before his hand slid down to her ass slowly. She didn’t put of any kind of a fight as he soon was dancing with both hands feeling up her ass cheeks. “You really have a wonderful ass.” He whispered in her ear.
She just looked up and smiled at him and then laid her head back on his chest.
When the song was over they went outside. He said he always wanted to go to the adult bookstore next door just to see what it was like. She was drunk and a little curious herself so she figured it wouldn’t hurt to go with him. It was well lit outside and there seemed to be quite a few people going in and out. They walked into a room that had several shelves that contained DVD’s and magazines with all types of sexual pictures on them. There were a couple of guys looking at the selection but there was no sign of all of the people that she had seen go in. She then saw a guy walk out of a dark hallway with a sign over it that said VIDEO BOOTHS TOKENS ONLY.
“What is back there?” She asked Chuck. “I think you go back there to watch these movies.” He replied. They examined the movies on the shelves and she started feeling a tingling between her legs from all the graphic sexual images. “You want to go see what the video booths are all about?” Chuck asked with a smile. Rebecca didn’t really know if she wanted to do that. She had only known this guy for about 30 minutes. The alcohol answered for her. “Sure, I guess so.” She replied.
Chuck walked up to the counter to get some tokens. She then followed him into the hallway. The hallway was very dimly lit. There were small doors up and down the hall and there were a couple of side halls also with small doors leading into them. There were lights above each door that had the words IN USE on them. Some were lit and others weren’t. The whole place smelled funny, kind of a bleach type smell.
Chuck led her down the hallway and took a turn as if he knew exactly where he was going. He went to a door and opened what seemed like a larger booth then the others. He allowed her to enter first and then closed the door behind them and clicked the latch. The booth was dark until he started placing tokens in the slot. The screen lit up immediately with a scene of a blonde who was being fucked really hard in her ass by the biggest dick that Rebecca had ever seen. Rebecca’s own pussy tingled at the sight of the woman being used in the ass. Rebecca had only had a couple of boyfriends and none had tried that maneuver.
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Chuck sat down on a bench that was against the wall and patted the seat next to him. Rebecca was definitely having second thoughts about what she might have gotten herself into, but she sat down anyway. “What do you think?” Chuck asked. “Well it is definitely different.” Rebecca replied. She knew what Chuck wanted and she was really starting to get turned on at the thought of it. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the neck as his hand started to slide up the inside of her thigh.
Rebecca did something she didn’t expect. She spread her legs wider to allow him easier access as his fingers probed the outside of her panty hose. She could feel his fingers sliding gently across the material and across her now dampening pussy lips. She sighed and leaned back against the wall and watched the screen while this old redneck stranger fondled her pussy.
Then Chuck got on his knees in front of Rebecca. He reached up her skirt and grabbed a hold of her pantyhose at the crotch and ripped a hole in them. A second later Rebecca had 2 of his thick fingers shoved deep into her awaiting hole. She couldn’t help but moan out loud even though she knew that people in other booths would hear her. She couldn’t believe how thick this guy’s fingers felt in her tight little hole. Her pussy clamped around his digits as he curved them upward and started rubbing directly on her g-spot. She closed her eyes as her breathing got heavier and heavier. When his thumb started rubbing her clit at the same time she exploded in the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. She was almost screaming as her body convulsed over and over from the powerful climax.
Chuck pulled out his fingers and stood up in front of Rebecca. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock right in front of her. She leaned forward and took the hard 6 inch member in her hand and licked the head all around before she took it in her mouth. She hadn’t had much experience with this and didn’t know how to get it into her throat like the girl on the screen was doing with a cock that was much bigger. Chuck didn’t seem to mind as he let out some slight moans and then told Rebecca that she was a good little cocksucker. He placed his hand on the back of her head and started slowly fucking her mouth with the half of his cock that would fit.
His breathing started becoming heavier and he was pushing harder before he pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Damn, you almost made me cum before I could fuck you.” He said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom and tore the wrapper open. She watched as he rolled the rubber down onto his cock. “Stand up sexy.” He reached down and held her hand and pulled her to her feet. He turned her to the side and then stood behind her as he pushed on her back to get her to bend over. She did as he wanted and bent over. It was then that she noticed the hole in the wall in front of her and the eyes of someone watching.
She didn’t have time to say or do anything. Chuck slid her skirt up and grabbed her by her hips, ramming his hard cock into her tight wet pussy. She moaned as he pulled his cock almost all the way out and then pulled on her hips and slammed his member home again. He started fucking her hard as she screamed out over and over with each thrust. She was watching the man’s eyes in front of her. The fact that there was another man watching actually turned her on more as Chuck was slamming his dick home again and again as she could feel his balls bouncing off her clit. Then the eyes disappeared, only to be replaced seconds later by a hard cock that was about the same length as Chucks but it was a little thinner. The strange member poked through the hole in front of Rebecca’s face.
She was beyond any type of self control at this point. Whipped into a horny frenzy by Chuck’s cock she had another strong orgasm as she took the other cock into her mouth and started sucking it. It was easier to get the thinner cock into her mouth. She worked it in and out of her mouth for a minute. The man on the other size thrust at the perfect time just as Chuck rammed his cock in deep and pushed Rebecca forward. Rebecca gagged hard and almost threw up as the strange cock was forced into her throat. The man on the other side of the wall pulled back and Rebecca tasted a salty taste as he blew shot after shot of a huge load into her mouth. She tried to swallow the streams of cum but couldn’t get it all as his love juice started dripping out the sides of her mouth and down her chin. Chuck then let out a grunt and slammed into her one last time and she felt his cock pulsing inside her as he filled the condom with his load.
He pulled his cock out and stripped off the condom and let it fall to the floor. The other cock disappeared back through the hole and then a hand reached through holding a couple of napkins. Rebecca took them and stood up while she wiped the cum off her chin. She straightened up her skirt and turned back to Chuck. He had a huge grin on his face. “So did you like this place cutie?”
Rebecca definitely liked the place. She went there quite a few times after that night. She never saw Chuck again but she had her fair share of strange cock at the Video booths.
The End
Jungle Fever
Darren was a brotha on a mission. It was Friday night and the club lights were coming up and it was time to take someone home and this white chick he’d been talking to didn’t even put up the pretense of playing hard to get. Darren had more than Jungle Fever; he had Sub-Saharan Tropical Rain Forest Malaria and slutty white girls were his penicillin. The object of his affection smelled of beer, cigarettes, and hair spray. Her drug-store eyeliner was smudged and all that was left of her lipstick was a barely detectable line of equally cheap, pink lip-liner framing her thin lips. The rest of her lipstick was adorning the six or seven bottles of beer she’d consumed. Her name was Jeannie . . . Janey . . . Jenny, something like that, but her name really didn’t matter to him. She was so wasted, he could have called her Matilda and she probably wouldn’t have noticed. She grabbed her purse and air kissed the girlfriends she had gotten a ride with goodbye and trailed behind Darren, stumbling and teetering on her cheap heels, completely comfortable leaving with a total stranger she’d only met an hour ago.
Darren held her arm, making sure she wouldn’t fall and bust her ass. When they got outside to his truck, he had to hold her blonde hair back from her face as she blew big chunks in the parking lot. Better projectile vomit there than in his vehicle. Behind the tinted windows and feeling better having relieved herself of some of that alcohol, she started chatting away. “Turn on the radio. Ohhhh, 50cent, I LOVVVE him. He’s so gangsta. You know what I mean? Keeping it real. From the streets. Word. Me and my girlfriends would love to just hang out with him and his homies, ya know?” She turned up the radio as loud as it would go and leaned out the window like she was a Crip in South Central. Never mind the fact that the closest she’d ever been to any hood was getting lost in Hartford once and driving into an area where she felt like she had to lock her doors. “And his wife Beyonce is so pretty right? She’s got a real badunkkadunk. She’s got some junk in the trunk, you know what I’m saying? Drop it like it’s hot. Drop it like it’s hot. Black women have the best asses. I wish I had a big ole booty like black women.”
Darren was concentrating on the drive home. He contemplated telling her that Beyonce was married to Jay-Z, not 50cent, but what was more important to address was the fact that she had struck a nerve with him and he had to set her straight. “I don’t like those big, jungle butts. Fuckin’ black chicks wit their Ubangie butts ’n shit, n’ big lips n’ shit. Fuck dat. Gorilla lookin’ bitches . . .” He was hardly finished detailing what he considered the many repulsive features of Black women but Jenny passed out somewhere in the middle of his diatribe.
She woke up and continued on with her conversation like she hadn’t missed a beat. “What do you do? I go to school at Stamford. I’m studying to be a whatchamacallit, a anthropologist, they study people, you know what I’m saying? I really want to be a interior designer or a makeup artist but my parents made me take anthropologism. It totally sucks. What do you do? Are you a drug dealer? You look like this guy I fucked once who was a drug dealer. He had some awesome X, dude. God, his cock was huge. Black guys are really packing. I only fuck black guys, you know what I’m saying? You know what they say, ‘Once you go black you never go back.’ Black guys are the bomb in bed. Man, I swear if my dad ever found out that I was fucking niggers . . . oops, sorry, I mean niggazz, you now what I’m saying, he would kill me.” Jenny’s penchant for talking without caring if the other person contributed or not, heightened by her inebriation, didn’t seem to bother Darren one teeny, tiny, little bit. He wasn’t even particularly disturbed by the fact that her “hood” vernacular came directly from MTV or that she had stereotyped him as a degenerate. He thought she was hot and that was all he cared about.
They arrived at Darren’s apartment in no time at all. It was a fairly decent complex with a pretty diverse group of residents, not too extravagant, certainly not the ghetto. They pulled into the parking lot in front of his building and Jenny couldn’t wait to get things started. The second Darren turned off the engine, she dove for his cock. She didn’t mind the taste of another woman’s pussy on his dick, or at least she didn’t say that she did, because Darren had fucked some random bitch in the bathroom at the club for a hot minute. It had been just long enough to get his dick wet but not enough to cum, so he was ready for some head and then some hot pussy. Jenny didn’t disappoint. She sucked his cock like a porn star, gagging on it and deep throating it, spitting on it and begging to get her face fucked, all while still in the front seat of his car.
It was time for them to get more comfortable so he pushed her away, with some difficulty mind you, she was really intent on giving him head, and zipped up. True to the nature of most drunken white girls, Jenny felt the need to flash her tits to the world in the cool night air. Some old white dude had paid good money for her brand new 38DD’s in exchange for the opportunity to eat her pussy any time he called and she was damn proud to show them off whenever the mood hit her. “Yeah, you like my hot, fucking tits, Derrick? Woo Hoo!” If she’d been on the beach in Daytona during Spring Break, it might have been appropriate. At 2:30 in the morning in a residential apartment complex in Connecticut, it was rude and inconsiderate. And apparently, knowing his name wasn’t a priority to her either.
The lights in the first floor apartment came on with all the commotion and Darren quickly grabbed Jenny by the arm and quickly pulled her towards the stairs to his second-story walk up. His downstairs neighbor was used to being awakened by Darren and his endless string of trampy white women in the middle of the night.
“Quiet down,” he said, “that fucking bitch who lives downstairs from me is always giving me dirty looks. She’s just fucking jealous I wouldn’t touch her with a ten foot pole.”
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“YEAH, FUCKING JEALOUS CUNT BITCH!” Jenny yelled into the night towards the complete stranger’s apartment. “I’m going to get this big, fucking, black cock and you won’t get any, you ugly whore.”
Darren’s downstairs neighbor was neither ugly nor was she a whore. She was a quiet, attractive, young Black woman who was far more tolerant as a neighbor than most people would have been. She never called the cops or anything but she didn’t bake cookies for him at Christmas either. Darren hated her with a passion because he just knew that every time she looked at him that she was judging him for dating white women exclusively. It really didn’t matter that he was completely fabricating her thoughts in his mind. He especially couldn’t stand the sight of her because she wore her hair in dreadlocks and he thought it was just plain stupid to wear a hairstyle that reminded the whole world that her hair was nappy and ugly. He kept his own head shaved bald so he didn’t have to answer questions from girls about his own particularly dense hair texture.
Darren had never, not once in his life, dated a Black woman. From the time he was in the first grade, he wanted to sit next to the white girls, just like all the women he saw on TV. When all the little white boys on his little league team were making fun of him, making a game out of calling him the various racial slurs they’d learned from their older brothers and neighborhood friends, he learned then that being white was better than being black. In his little adolescent mind, he wished he could be white. He knew he couldn’t but as long as white girls liked him, he felt validation. He especially hated black girls because they reminded him that he would always be those names the other boys called him. In high school he was a jock and he played sports year round in order to be with all the cheerleaders. In his predominately white college, he was the campus stud, having white girls line up in the dorm hallway to swing on his Mandingo cock. He made it known to the few black girls on campus that even an ugly white girl was WAY better than any black girl. He didn’t like the fat ones so much, but he’d rather have a slutty looking white girl to bang than a black chick any day of the week.
Now that he was a productive member of the community, holding down a job as a fireman, he had plenty of Black male friends, all of whom only dated white women coincidentally. He stayed as far away from Black women as he possibly could. He thought Black women were ugly, loud, unsupportive, sassy, and stupid. The KKK could have used him as a spokesperson when it came to his opinion of black women. He’d never even so much as had a conversation with a Black woman other than his mother and his sister, let alone dated one, so he had no way of knowing what Black women were really like. Assured that there wasn’t a burglar breaking in or that no one needed assistance, his downstairs neighbor turned off her light just as the pair passed her front door and Darren said in a voice loud enough to make sure she heard, “Black bitch.”
That inspired Jenny to give her little speech about race, loud enough for all the neighbors to hear. “What the fuck is her problem? Doesn’t she know color doesn’t matter? Geez, Martin Luther King said that thing about . . . you know . . . about how color doesn’t matter. I’m not racist. I only fuck Black cocks. Get over it you fucking jungle bunny, slavery was over a long time ago.” It was pretty much assured that Jenny wouldn’t be getting a job doing diversity or sensitivity training upon graduation.
Once inside his sparsely furnished apartment, Jenny wanted the party to start. “You got any meth? I need something to keep my buzz going. Fuck, I need a drink really bad.” She started pulling off her denim mini skirt, g-string, and top, of course, leaving on her heels, and started posing like Paris Hilton at a photo shoot. “Hey,” she said with a flash of drunken brilliance, “why don’t you call some of your friends over and we can all party, you know what I’m saying, and get really freaky. I need some fucking black horse cock rammed in me. Gangbang style, you know what I’m saying? I swear, I’m such a fucking slut, right?”
Darren handed her a glass of straight vodka and she downed it in one gulp. He ignored her question about calling some friends because he wanted her all to himself. He wanted to prove to her that he was all the savage beast she needed. He was going to blow her back out with all eight, thick, ebony inches of his equipment. He was certainly larger than average by every calculation and most white guys would KILL to have a cock as big as his, but he felt insecure because he didn’t have a 12 inch dick and he didn’t need the completion.
His bedroom was just as desolate as the rest of the apartment, with only a mattress on the floor; two pillows and filthy sheets that looked like they had been screwed on a few times too many that were crumpled up in the corner. Darren pushed her down roughly but that was okay with her. Jenny wanted to play and play hard so she made it known. “Come on, fuck this dirty white cunt. You love this nasty white pussy, don’t you?” She spread her legs and bared her bald slit. At 5'3" and a couple of ounces shy of anorexic, she looked like the pre-teen she was trying to emulate with her shaved twat. With the exception of her massive fake tits, she couldn’t didn’t have enough meat on her to cover her rib cage or hipbones.
She rammed three fingers in her loose, sloppy twat and started fucking herself. She shoved those same fingers in her mouth and sucked them, tasting her juices but more importantly, getting them wet so she could shove them in her asshole. Flipping over on her knees, she rammed her fingers in her ass. Ray Charles could see that she had fisted her own ass numerous times in the past, or at least someone had fisted her, considering the ease with which she took those three fingers. She made a show of licking her ass juice off her fingers and ramming them back up her asshole a few times. “Oh yeah, I want you to fuck my tiny white asshole too, ram your big, black cock up there.”
Darren didn’t want be on deck anymore, it was time for his turn at bat. He took off his clothes and climbed on top of her. They kissed, swapping spit and tongues. Her thin, non-existent lips, in comparison to his full, sensual lips, were ideal to him. He liked anything that wasn’t like him. He loved her pointy, pug nose, her stringy, dyed blonde hair felt luxurious in his tight grasp, her pale skin that was now red with arousal looked erotic next to his own, smooth chocolate skin. Having a flat ass was WAY better in his mind than having a butt that looked like it belonged on an African savage swinging from the trees. His dick couldn’t get hard unless he saw the contrast in skin color.
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Fantasies fueled by race ignited his desires. He found it erotic to think of himself as a slave on the plantation, taking the slave master’s wife. With that one single act of fucking her, he became the untamed Mandingo buck, getting his chance at the desirable white woman. He was the mack-daddy pimp, owning the white whore. Name a racist stereotype and it was sure to get his dick hard. He was proving to those white boys on the baseball field who were all grown up now that he was just as good as them because he could fuck any white woman he wanted. And when he finally got one knocked up, he was going to have kids that would never remind him that he was a descendent of cotton picking, illiterate slaves who were the victims of slavery, not sexually aroused by it. Color mattered to Darren because to him, his identity, his sexuality, his entire reality was tied to the fact that he believed with all his heart that white women were better. Moreover, he believed that being with a white woman made him better.
Jenny was getting her own jungle fever needs filled as well. Fucking black guys was dirtier than fucking white guys. Fucking black guys was beneath her, so that made it more thrilling. Most of her girlfriends knew the real deal but there were still a few holdouts that thought it was nasty to let a black guy touch them. It was her mission to convert them to nasty sluts for Black cock whenever she could so that they could enjoy the sensation of being a dirty, filthy nigger-loving whore. And as long as she said, “I’m not racist,” after the fact, it didn’t bother her at all that she never saw Black men as real human beings, just studs with oversized genitalia to service her insatiable appetite for extreme and perverse levels of degradation and abuse.
An intelligent person might want to contemplate what made this privileged, twenty-something white girl, who had never had a responsibility in her life, crave being used like a fucking rag doll by black men while spewing the most vile racist epithets . . . but who has time for such cerebral musings?
For all of his admiration and love for white women outside the bedroom, when it came time to fucking, he couldn’t degrade them enough. Jenny wasted no time in getting between his legs and giving him head. She grabbed his erection and started stroking it, making it leak precum. She licked the salty treat and told him how good he tasted. She took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it and Darren could barely control himself. She went down on it slowly, licking and sucking with painstaking precision. She was getting every black inch wet with her mouth and tongue and sucking it expertly with her lips. Jenny was moaning and slobbering all over his dick like a cock-craved whore and fingering her pussy at the same time. Darren grabbed her semi-golden hair and twisted it in his hand and shoved her mouth down on his dick, making her choke and gag. He held her head down and she thought she was going to pass out. That made her pussy leak even more. He fucked her throat hard and deep, not caring at all about if she was experiencing pain, and she was. He gave her enough time to gasp for air and he began fucking her mouth harder slapping her face and calling her a stupid cunt.
Jenny wanted more. She wanted to taste his cum and she didn’t care how Darren treated her. She was looking him in his eyes and asking him if he liked it. Darren was out of his mind; it was sensory overload. She focused on sucking the engorged vein on the underside of his dick and it allowed him to calm down enough to regain normal control of his breathing. The room was spinning and it felt like it was 100 degrees in there. She started humming on his dick, sending vibrations up his spine and talking dirty. She was proving herself to be a filthy nasty slut desperate for cum and abuse from any black man that would fuck her senseless.
“You like my mouth on your hard cock? Treat me like a filthy white whore; it makes me feel good when you say nasty things to me. Treat me like a dirty white slut. Use me. Use me with your superior black cock.”
He grabbed her head one last time and started moving it up and down on his dick, fucking her throat like she was a rag doll. Jenny gagged but it only seemed to inspire her to be that much nastier. It seemed she couldn’t get it wicked enough, she was in a zone where she wanted to be debased and used like a cheap prostitute. She was deep throating him and stroking him and licking his balls. The raunchier she got, the more she needed verbal stimulation.
“Come on you fucking white cunt, suck my fat dick. Show me what a slut you are for that fuck meat in your slutty mouth. Choke on my hard dick bitch. Look at you, you fucking filthy cocksucker. Suck my god damn cum out of my big hairy balls. Lick that fuck tool real good and get it nice and wet so I can ram it in your wet pussy. Yeah, I’m going to fuck you senseless. Is that what you want? You want me to ram this big hard black cock in you so hard you scream like it’s going to rip you apart? What sort of nasty whore gets off on sucking my dick like that? Maybe I will bring all my friends by and let them take turns using your body and they can pay me for the chance to ram their big black dicks in your nasty asshole, pussy and mouth,” he taunted her. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Sucking all those hard black cocks after they fuck you in the ass? You like that you dirty slut?”
Jenny wasn’t satisfied, she wanted more and she wasn’t afraid to go for it. She was in a sexual fog, a lust inspired by the fulfillment of her nasty dreams and she started screaming for him to use her, not caring if the upstairs, downstairs or next door neighbors heard her. “I want more. I want to show you how REALLY nasty white cunts are.” She got between his legs and lifted them up. He knew he hadn’t showered for more than 12 hours and his ass was ripe with sweat and musk. Jenny seemed to not notice or care one little bit. She seemed to delight in looking at the brown hole and Darren was pushing out, making it open and close for her. “Oooooh, talk really, really dirty to me, make me feel like a nasty whore.”
Darren didn’t hesitate for a second. “Oh yeah, eat my dirty asshole. Stick your tongue in there and lick it out good, Get it nice and clean like a good slut should. Taste that hole you and lick it good and deep.”
She didn’t waste a second and started licking and kissing and sucking his brown hole. There weren’t many things Darren loved more than a tongue in his ass and he was grinding his ass on her face and pulling his cheeks apart so she could get deep. Jenny looked up at him and stared straight in his eyes as she said, “Mmmm, I love the way your ass tastes. It makes my slutty white pussy so wet to know that I’m being such a dirty whore for you.” Then she went back to her feast, sucking Darren’s asshole like a woman possessed. The filthy nature of her words and actions, he thought, was the way sex was supposed to be: primal and raw, animalistic and dirty. She was in sexual nirvana. Darren held his legs wider as he enjoyed the sensation of his sexy white bitch making a feast of his ass.
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Jenny loved every second of it and she wanted more. This was the treatment she craved, being treated like a depraved and perverted white whore and who better to do that than the sexy black god with a smooth brown body, rippling muscles, a juicy booty and a dick of death? Darren had to stop for a minute and wonder exactly what sort of limits this white bitch had if any and the idea of how filthy could get almost made him work a load up from his nuts.
There was no need for pretense because Jenny was a woman that needed to get fucked and fucked hard. She was desperate to feel every inch of that hard meet rammed in her cunt walls and she needed him to do it hard and fast and rough like only he could. He grabbed her hair and pulled it like reigns on a philly. She responded by chanting, “Fuck me, fuck me, NOW!”
Darren took careful aim. He lined up the fat head of his dick with her slutty hole. He grabbed her hips and with one fluid, fast motion, he rammed the entire length of his dick deep in her uterus. She screamed out in pain but that didn’t stop her from begging for more. Darren began fucking Jenny with his force and she took it all and begged for more. He worked his thumb up her ass and she started using her muscles to coax out another load of cum. He started smacking that pale ass and reached around to her huge tits. He mauled her tits, pinching her nipples and causing her to moan. He squeezed her inflated chest so fucking hard she was surely going to have bruises the next day. He pulled them and twisted them with his dark fingers and she encouraged him to do it harder. “Pull my fucking nipples black mother fucker. Make them hurt. Slap them. Ohhh, it feels so good.”
Jenny was fucking him back extraordinarily hard, grunting and snorting like a crazed animal. “I need what every filthy white slut can’t get enough of. I need you to fuck me in my nasty asshole. Please? Fuck my white ass with your big, black cock.”
He pulled out of her pussy and saw her juices all over his erection. She had taken his finger with no problem so he spit on her asshole and started to work more fingers in. “Damn you Darren, ram it in there and make it hurt. I don’t want you to give a damn about me, use my asshole, rip it apart. Shoot your cum deep in my ass. Make me cum from dicking my shithole and then make me lick your dirty cock clean.”
“You fucking bitch, you asked for it. I don’t want you to complain one little bit that it hurts either. You better beg for more. I want you screaming and begging me to fuck the shit out of you, for me to never stop, you hear?”
“What are you waiting for? Slam it up my ass. Fuck this slutty white bitch in her backdoor. What’s the matter? Afraid my tight little ass will make you nut too fast? Yeah, it takes a real man to handle a hot, sexy hole like this, not a little boy.” Her teasing had one objective, to ensure that Darren fucked her until he fucked her unconscious.
The head of Darren’s dick didn’t even look like it could fit in such a small hole. He held his dick still as he pushed the tip in. Jenny gasped for air and gripped the sheets tightly, sweat was forming on her body and she was in agony and ecstasy. The sensation of Jenny’s tight ass ring on the shaft of his member was so intense, he was sweating trying to work all 8 inches in and he didn’t understand how she could even take it all so easily. Jenny took control and started fucking him back. “Fuck my naughty asshole, make me a bad girl. Make me crave getting used by big black cock in my asshole. Make sure I never want white cocks again.”
Darren grabbed her hips and started pounding. Jenny lowered her head and stuck her ass up in the air so the last few inches could get the right angle and sink deep in her ass. Darren could smell the earthy, strong aroma of ass fucking and it was intoxicating. Jenny was moaning loader, begging for it harder. Ass fucking was supposed to be dirty and primal and filthy in every way and Jenny and Darren were two untamed wild animals that were lost in debauchery and pleasure. Jenny had craved the sensation of losing herself to a man completely and she started to cum. It was a mental orgasm, a freedom from society and rules and inhibitions.
“Oh shit, I’m going to cum. Fuck the shit out of me. Shoot your cum deep in me. Empty your nuts in my slutty white asshole. Make me shit out your baby juice all night long.”
Darren grabbed her hips and started ramming himself deeper and harder, practically ramming Jenny’s head in the wall. “OHHHH FUCK! Take it whore, take my load.” He pulled out and shot his load in her mouth and Jenny sucked every drop of his sticky, sweet cum. He pushed her down on the bed and wiped his dick off on the sheets in the corner.
When all was said and done, it was just another typical Friday night for Darren. He would drop her off in the morning and they would exchange numbers like they were really going to keep in touch with each other. Next week, there would be another slutty white woman in his bed, whose name he might or might not remember, begging him to use her, fulfilling her dark-continent fantasies.
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Heaven Spell Backwards
Her name was heaven spelled backwards. Sometimes she wondered if that was why she had ended up in hell. The room they kept her in was cold, dark, and dank. The cries of children could be heard around her. There were at least twenty here, ranging in age from six to herself at eighteen. Most of them under thirteen, male and female, all starving, and all suffering from varying levels of sexual abuse.
Nevaeh held the youngest one in her lap. Of late, he had been the favorite target of the two really disgusting ones. They had little use for her, except to keep their prey alive. Tommy and Frankie didn’t give a shit about her until they pushed one too far. Then they dropped the bloody mess of a child into her lap and demanded that she fix them.
Morgan was another story. He liked to growl in her ear, and call her kitten. He had pierced her clit, nipples, and tongue himself. Had she not been a healing nymph, she didn’t doubt that they would have become infected.
She blocked out the memories of the pain that he caused her by tying her to the bed and fucking her until she thought she would die of pain and blood loss. The child in her arms whimpered and snuggled closer. “Shhh…I’ll get us out of here, I promise.” Above them, she could hear one of the men walking around. Morgan, judging from the loud stomps. All of the children froze and stared at Nevaeh. She was Morgan’s favorite.
Morgan tromped across the floor and headed for the basement door. Wrenching it open he said, “Come here kitten. You have got some answers to give me little Candi.” He was deranged, crazy and beyond insane. Morgan waited at the top of the stairs knowing she would come out or he would gladly start to kill the kids she held.
“Go see Ava,” she told the little boy on her lap, sending him to one of the few older girls. Nevaeh stood up, a little wobbly on her feet. She didn’t protest any more when he called her ‘Candi’ or ‘Kitten’ though she had no idea who the girl was. She shivered as he watched her climb the stairs.
Nevaeh wore clothes he had given her to disguise her as Candi. A short shirt that covered only her breasts and jeans that dipped low on her flat belly. He hadn’t tattooed her, but there had been much discussion of doing just that.
She stared at him, stopping one stair below him. “What do you want, Morgan?”
Grabbing her by the hair he pulled her up out of the basement and into the living room. He jerked the door closed and locked it looking at her. “Get on your knees, tell me why you let that little son of a bitch take you from me? You are mine, and you let him take you. I bet you fucked him too didn’t you?”
Nevaeh knew this game. She knelt in front of him and looked up through her long curly hair. He had never bothered to cut her hair to look like Candi’s, or anything else. She looked up at him and decided to piss him off for once. “I fucked him because he’s got a bigger cock than you do.”
His fist raised he knocked her across her face with as much force as he could. “Fucking bitch!” He spat and then, “I killed Tommy and left him for a little present for you so that you knew I was only protecting you and this is what you say to me, what you do to me?” he yelled, spitting as he spoke.
She fell to the ground when he struck her face. She felt her nose start to bleed, and intense pain in her cheek. She wasn’t sure if he had broken her cheek bone or not. She just knew it hurt very badly. Tears ran down her face. “What are you protecting me from? Tommy never touched me.” She shuddered as she scooted away from him. “Tommy couldn’t stand me.”
“Tommy was the first one to take your ass you stupid cunt or have you forgotten?” he screamed at her releasing himself from his pants. “Strip.” He said rubbing up and down his shaft. “And if you bitch I will fuck the one you were holding down there and kill him while I am, am I understood?” he wanted to chock the life from Candi, no was that her name, yes Candi. “I will teach you to fuck someone else you stupid bitch. You have lessons that need to be relived don’t you?”
She knew that she couldn’t let him hurt the little ones. Morgan had enough of a temper that he would kill the little ones, just because they didn’t please him enough. Struggling to her feet, Nevaeh took her clothes off for him and within moments, she was naked again. “I understand, Morgan. I’ll be better, I promise.” But her voice was flat, dead. He knew she didn’t really mean it. Just like deep inside, he knew she wasn’t Candi.
Gods help her, Nevaeh knew by the look of death in his eyes that she might not survive this time. She knelt again, taking the position he liked her to be in.
Morgan licked his lips and said, “Good. Now then bend over while I think of which hole I want to fuck first.” He told her smacking her ass hard enough to leave a very RED mark on it.
She bent over, putting her shoulders to the ground, her ass in the air as she silently waited for him to take her. He had been smart enough not to ask for oral since the time she had nearly bit Tommy’s cock off.
Masturbating and watching her he said “Rub your clit and get yourself wet.” He told her as he shoved his middle finger and first finger into her ass without any lubrication or warning. “Show me.”
Her hand snaked under her body to rub her clit as he had instructed her. When thrust his fingers into her ass, Nevaeh cried out, whimpering and tried to get away from him, though the position that he he demanded she take every time made it almost impossible to get away from him.
Rubbing his shaft up and down he said, “Don’t you remember how you took all four of us? It was nice wasn’t it?” He asked her stroking her tight hole. “We had to tie you up, but it worked, granted I think Frankie liked it when his dick slipped and rubbed under Tommy’s balls, but hell he was a freak wasn’t he?”
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She was crying now, hating when he talked to her like she should remember the terrible things that he and his friends did to another poor girl. She only hoped that that girl was safe some how. “I don’t want to remember any more, Morgan, please let me forget.”
“good girl.” He said loving hearing her beg. Moving behind her he said, “Make yourself cum, I don’t want to come into you dry because it chafes my cock.” He couldn’t give a shit what it did to her, he only cared about his pleasure and comfort.
“I can’t cum,” she whispered, even as she continued to rub herself. She hated the sensations that her own fingers caused in her body. She never wanted to be touched by a man again. Her heart began to race, even as she fought the sensations. “Please Morgan…just leave me alone.”
“No, and you want to cum I can feel your body from here.” He said slapping her ass while his fingers worked inside of her. “You body reacts to me so live with it Kitty Cat, you always have responded to my touch, now CUM gods damn you.”
She cried out when he slapped her ass and jammed his fingers in her ass harder, driving her into the floor a little harder. Oh gods help me, she though as her body finally reached a peak for him, coating her fingers with her cum, even as tears covered her cheeks.
“Good girl. See you always respond for me Kitty Cat.” He said slamming into her body with his cock. His fingers still deep in her ass he said, “Call me Master Candi. Call me Master and tell me you only want *ME*.” he pulsed in and out of her as he spoke alternately smacking her ass and pinching her back.
“No.” She knew better than to refuse him, but she had never once called him ‘Master’ and she didn’t plan to start now.
He leaned over and bit into her shoulder and tasted her blood, pulling back he slammed harder and harder into her and said, “Call me Master or this time I will pull out just as I am coming so that you don’t get to accept my seed.”
“I don’t want your fucking seed. Bastard.” She screamed when he slammed into her harder and over and over again. Her words were tainted with her tears as she tried to struggle underneath his body weight.
Pulling his fingers from her ass he said, “Too fucking bad kitty cat.” puling from her pussy and slamming into her ass, hard and full he knew he was hurting her and didn’t care. He loved making her hurt. Slapping her ass and then pulling her hair so that her neck was pulled back and tight he said, “Call me Master or I start to kill the little ones. Maybe I should anyway because when we leave here Candi we won’t be taking them with us.” His delusional mind firmly believed now that she was his lost bobcat and not a healing nymph.
She screamed when he thrust hard into her ass and cried out loudly. “Please…please don’t hurt them, Master,” she cried out. Before he hadn’t threatened to kill the little ones in return for the title of Master. “Please…I’ll do anything, just please don’t hurt them, Master.”
Morgan smiled and continued to pump into her, “Good girl, you just saved their lives.” He said biting her again even as he felt his balls tighten and swell. “You get my cum in your ass this time kitten, it is the first time you are allowed this privilege.” He said as his head went back and he arched into her, smacking her over and over just to hear the sound of her crying and the connection of flesh on flesh. “Cum for me kitten.” He said feeling her body tighten around him in response.
She tightened her muscles around him so that he would think she was cumming and leave her alone. Every time he hit her as she cried out, and prayed for it to just end. She wanted to crawl into a corner and cry while her body healed itself. She just wanted him to leave her alone. It was getting to the point that she didn’t care if it meant he was harming one of the ones she worked so hard to protect, if he would just leave her alone.
“Good girl.” He panted as his cock swelled deep inside her ass, the head of him flaring out and stretching her even more as he started to spew. “Tell me you love me Candi. TELL ME.” He said as he slammed into her.
“I love you, Master,” she whispered, her eyes glazing over as she tried to block out what he was doing to her. It never worked, he always reminded her what he was doing in some way or another.
He shouted as he heard her words and kissed her back, “Good kitten.My Candi, he can’t have you. You belong to me now and always will.” He was locked deep inside of her and grinned, “We will make a baby soon Candi. You are my mate, I know it. I just know it.” He licked her back almost lovingly.
The thought of him putting a baby inside of her made her sick. She shuddered when he licked her back. She was beginning to truly hate wolves.
He pulled from her, still slightly larger than normal and pushed her away. “You aren’t her.” He cursed, “She didn’t break, came close but didn’t break.” He swore pacing, “Then again she didn’t have little brats hanging on her, maybe that was what I missed.” He said thinking. With a foot he pushed Nevaeh over and said, “Bitch, get up.” He was tired of her, and the mewling brats downstairs too. “Get back into your clothes we are leaving.”
The End