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Chapter 1

Elaine Simon sat on her porch on a warm Sunday afternoon, watching her two children play in a large, homemade sandbox. Little Jimmy, with the red hair like his father, was four and his brother, Todd, who looked more like her, was almost two. Both boys were rambunctious, with Jimmy being the type “A” personality of the two and always wanting to get his own way. It seemed that she was constantly scolding him for taking things from his younger brother. It was a chore keeping up with the two of them, especially working ten-hour days at the law firm where she was a paralegal. It would have helped if the children’s father were around some of the time. As it was, it seemed like she was a single parent.

John, Elaine’s husband, traveled across the country for his engineering company, testing the structural integrity of old bridges and building new ones. He was away for weeks at a time; much of it spent in California where the company was re-building a bridge that was destroyed in a springtime flood. On his current trip, he had been away for several weeks, but was supposed to come home next week.

While he always complained about the travel and long hours, lately Elaine was beginning to think that he preferred to be away from home. His reluctance to be home seemed to have started after Todd was born. Nowadays, even when he was home, John often acted preoccupied and didn’t seem to have time for her or the children anymore. And, while his job had always been important to him, it literally took all of his time now. Unfortunately, their personal relationship and sex life had suffered greatly.

It hadn’t always been like that though. The two of them had met in high school and fell in love. They had continued to date through college. It took John five years to finish but Elaine had stayed with him and, much to her parent’s disapproval, they married the following year.

Elaine’s Mom thought that she could do better than John. It seemed that John and her had gotten off on the wrong foot from the very beginning and it had only gone downhill in the years since.

However, Elaine was happy to say that financially, John had proved her mother wrong. They had a nice house in an upper middle class neighborhood and belonged to a country club. They had delayed having children until they were more financially stable. However, now at 35 with two young children, Elaine wondered if waiting had been a good idea. They would be in their fifties when the children finally went off to college. Some of her friends were still in their forties and their children were already in college, leaving them young enough to enjoy being “empty-nesters”.

Elaine sighed as she watched Jimmy steal a sand shovel from his brother. “Jimmy, give it back,” she said, giving her son a perturbed look. When he didn’t respond she got up and scolded him, giving the shovel back to his brother. She was still bending over the sandbox when she heard a whistle from behind. She stood up quickly and spun around. Her face turned bright red when she saw the attractive black man standing with his hands on his hips and a big smile on his face.

Derrick James had worked with Elaine for the past two years. He was a young, black and upcoming attorney for the law firm, Billings, Bradley and Murphy where they both worked. Elaine’s job was to support him and two other attorneys by preparing legal briefs and keeping track of their court dates… which was no easy task. All of the attorney’s she worked for could be very demanding. However, of the three, Derrick was by far the nicest. He was handsome, with bright white teeth that almost sparkled when he smiled. He was tall, at six foot three, and had the build of a football player at two hundred and twenty pounds. In fact, he had played football for his college before going on to law school. He graduated at the top of his class. He turned thirty several months ago.

“Wow, I’ve never seen you wear those shorts to work,” Derrick said teasingly.

Elaine was still blushing when she said, “You’re early.” She had planned to change into something a little more appropriate before he got there. He had caught her wearing a tee shirt and pair of old and very tight short shorts. They hugged her buttocks like a second skin and rode high on her cheeks, especially when she bent over. “I’ll go change.”

“You don’t need to do that for me,” Derrick smiled as he appraised the pretty woman.

Elaine self-consciously brushed her short hair back and tried to control the little tremor of excitement that was suddenly coursing through her. At work, there had always been an underlying sexual tension between the two of them that neither of them had acknowledged. This was the first time they had met outside of the office and it felt strange.

Derrick stood with his hands on his hips and stared at Elaine.

Elaine was shocked when she felt her nipples harden. She saw Derrick’s eyes drop to her chest. Suddenly she felt the urge to cross her arms over her chest. However, that would have made her discomfort obvious. She wished that she had changed earlier.

Normally Elaine was immaculately dressed. She took great pride in her appearance. She was five foot two, trim, and had a good shape, even after having two children. Her small size sometimes made it difficult for her to find clothes that fit and in fact, she often shopped in the junior’s section of clothing stores. However, her bust did not match her small size. If a dress fit her around the hips, it was too tight at the top. Her breasts had always been rather large but after two children they had grown by several cup sizes. Still, they sagged very little and she could go without a bra when she wanted to. Her legs and rear were her best assets and she worked hard in her basement gym to keep them that way. That took quite an effort after gaining thirty-five pounds during both pregnancies. Beyond that, Elaine knew she had a pretty smile and that her large blue eyes contrasted well with her short black hair and almost milky white skin.

Derrick sensed that Elaine was embarrassed and said, “I’m sorry I embarrassed you. But you look great. I didn’t exactly get dressed up myself,” he said, pointing to the fact that he had on a sleeveless shirt and a pair of jogging shorts with running shoes. “I lost track of time on my afternoon jog and didn’t have time to change.”

Elaine found her eyes scanning down Derrick’s body. His dark skin still glistened from his jog and his white shirt was wet with sweat. He had on a pair of jogging shorts that were very short on his thighs. The muscles in his strong legs were well-defined… attesting to his regular ten-mile jogs. In spite of her embarrassment, Elaine’s eyes lingered on the crotch of his shorts. A tremor went through her when she saw a very noticeable bulge there. When she glanced up, she saw him staring at her. “Uh… I’ll get the briefs,” she stammered. “Can you watch the boys for a minute?”

“I’d love too.”

Elaine turned and hurried into the house. She paused once inside to catch her breath. She couldn’t believe the affect Derrick was having on her. Sure they often bantered with sexual overtones at work but the feelings that went through her today were different. She willed her beating heart to slow down as she hurried to her office to find the legal brief she had finished typing for Derrick.

When Elaine returned to the porch, she paused at the screen door. She saw Derrick sitting on the side of the sandbox playing with the two boys. They seemed to be having fun. She watched as the handsome man helped the two boys build a sandcastle. A smile came to her face. She knew that he loved kids and wanted lots of them. Then she remembered his situation and the smile changed to a frown. Derrick had lost his girlfriend three years ago in a car accident. She had been pregnant at the time. He still carried a picture of the pretty blond woman in his wallet. While Elaine hadn’t known him when the accident occurred, she could see the pain in his eyes, even after three years, when he spoke of her.

The boys finished the castle and Derrick said, “Alright, who wants to smash it.”

Both boys giggled with Jimmy jumping up and preparing to stomp the pile of sand.

“Whoa, let’s let the little guy have a shot too,” Derrick said, holding Jimmy back with one hand and leaning over to help Todd to his feet. The action forced Derrick’s legs apart and his shorts pulled up.

Elaine’s eyes opened wide. Suddenly she could see up the leg of his jogging shorts. Her hand flew to her mouth to suppress a gasp of surprise. She could see his penis and balls. It was dark but she could plainly see his long shaft and the two large and round spheres below. Her legs grew weak and she could feel her sex lips swelling as juice leaked into her shorts. It had been a long, long time since she had felt this kind of excitement. She stared until Derrick shifted his legs and she couldn’t see anything anymore. Her face flushed with embarrassment at her voyeuristic indiscretion. Steadying herself she opened the door and stepped out onto the porch.

Derrick looked back and smiled, then turned back to the boys. “Alright, Todd gets to go first.”

The younger boy squealed and stomped his foot down on the castle. A second later Jimmy was jumping in, both boys now screaming in glee as they destroyed their creation.

Elaine sat down on the porch swing and waited for Derrick, watching him smile with childish joy as the boys ran in circles in the sandbox.

Finally Derrick stood up and brushed the sand off his hands and then his shorts. “Alright, you guys can start again. I want to see how well you can do by yourselves.” With that he turned and walked up the wooden steps to Elaine.

She handed him the stack of papers and he sat on the swing beside her.

He was silent for a few minutes as he flipped through pages. “Looks good,” he finally said.

Elaine almost jumped when she felt Derrick’s warm thigh touch hers. She looked down and was startled by the contrast of colors. His skin was dark, almost black, and hers was the exact opposite, creamy white. Another tremor of excitement went through her and goose bumps appeared on her legs.

“I’m sorry, would you like something to drink?” Elaine asked, standing up quickly.

“A Coke would be nice,” Derrick answered.

Elaine hurried into the kitchen, relieved to get away from Derrick. Her reaction to him had been totally unexpected. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t had sex in over a month. However, she seemed to be horny all the time now. A friend told her it was just postpartum hormonal changes. She wasn’t sure about that. However, whatever the reason she new she needed to get control of herself. She got the Coke and steeled her self as she went back outside.

“Thanks,” Derrick said as he took the glass from Elaine.

Elaine stood facing away from Derrick with her hands on the handrail. She could feel his eyes on her. Her heart was suddenly beating rapidly in her chest. She thought about reaching behind her and pulling her shorts down because they had ridden up, baring the lower globes of her ass. Instead she gripped the railing and leaned forward. “Jimmy, don’t throw sand,” she called out. The movement forced her shorts higher. She was certain that he could see the white cheeks beyond the tan lines from her tiny bathing suit.

Derrick got up and walked over to stand behind her. He placed one hand on the railing on her left side and one on the right.

Elaine tensed as she felt the tall man standing close behind her, his chest lightly touching her back. Her heart raced like it was going to leap from her chest.

“Did I tell you how much I liked those shorts?” he whispered, leaning closer.

“Derrick,” Elaine said, but she didn’t move as she felt him press his hips forward. A gasp escaped her lips… he was hard. She could feel it. He pressed harder into her as his lips bent to her neck. “Don’t,” she whispered when he started kissing the soft skin at the crook of her neck. In spite of her reluctance and fear, she bent her head to the side, giving him more room.

Derrick smiled and moved one hand to her stomach. Quickly, he slipped it underneath her T-shirt until it touched the warm skin of her stomach.

Elaine was frozen in panic and excitement as she felt Derrick’s hand begin to move. It moved up her stomach and closer to her braless breasts. “God no,” she gasped when his large hand covered her breast and began to squeeze it. She felt helpless. Her head was spinning and she had difficulty keeping her eyes open and on the kids now fighting in the sandbox.

Derrick moaned quietly as he continued to kiss her neck. His other hand reached under the top and covered the other breast. He squeezed both of them at the same time. Then his fingers found her already hard nipples and he began tosqueeze.

Elaine thought that her knees were going to give out. She felt the seam of her shorts, which had found its way between her sex lips, rubbing her now swollen clit.

“Hello,” came from inside the house.

The two of them jumped apart like they had received an electric shock. Derrick quickly sat on the swing again. A second later an attractive older woman walked out the back door. “Hi sweetie,” she said to Elaine with a big smile.

“Grandma,” Jimmy screamed when he saw his grandmother on the porch. He jumped out of the sandbox and ran up the steps. Todd followed, falling out of the box before getting up and heading for the steps.

“Hi mother. I thought you weren’t coming over until later?” Elaine choked as she watched her mother kneel and her two boys jump into their grandmother’s arms.

“I got done early and wanted to see my boys,” she answered with a laugh as Todd and Jimmy almost knocked her off her feet.

Elaine saw her mother look at Derrick as she picked the boys up in her arms. “Mom… Sandra, I want you to meet Derrick. We work together,” Elaine said.

Elaine’s Mom smiled at Derrick. “My, my, Elaine, where have you been hiding this young man,” the pretty woman said as she reached over to shake his hand, juggling the giggling boys in her arms.

“Mother,” Elaine said, faking her embarrassment as her mother boldly sized up Derrick.

Elaine and her mother had developed a great relationship over the past several years. Actually, it was right after her father died. Her mother had taken his death hard. He had been a good man and they had been married for thirty-two years until his death. Prior to his death and since Elaine had married John, Elaine and her mother’s relationship had been strained, mainly because her mother didn’t like John. Her father’s death had brought the two of them together and now they were more like sisters. In fact, sometimes people thought that they were sisters. They were about the same height and build, with Elaine’s Mom having a slightly larger chest. The older woman often dyed her hair and this month it was blond. However, she had the same sparkling eyes as her daughter and her smile was broad and pretty.

Sandra was only fifty-two years old and was still a vibrant and outgoing woman who spoke her mind. She never minced words and knew whether she liked someone almost immediately. It was obvious that she liked Derrick.

“Well, I’ve gotta run,” Derrick said, finally standing up after his erection had diminished.

Sandra’s eyes uncontrollably drifted down to his crotch. A slight smile curled at the corner of her lips. “Nice to meet you,” she said as she reached out to shake Derrick’s hand again.

“Likewise,” Derrick answered as he felt the older woman’s hand squeeze his warmly. He turned to Elaine and said, “See you at work tomorrow,” and then he hurried out the door.

“Well, they’re down for their afternoon nap,” Sandra said as she came downstairs.

“Thanks Mom,” Elaine answered as she sat exhausted in a large lounge chair with a glass of wine in her hand.

“You look tired,” Sandra stated as he poured a glass of wine for herself and sat on the sofa across from her daughter.

Elaine took in a deep breath and let it out. “I am. It’s been a busy couple of weeks at work.”

“Well it would be easier if you had a husband to help you a little,” Sandra said with venom in her voice.

“Let’s not start that Mom.”

“All right… let’s talk about Derrick. He’s handsome.”

“Mommmm!!!” Elaine said with an exaggerated look of shock on her face.

“Is he married?”

“No. Well, he was engaged but his fianc‚e died in a car accident three years ago.”

“Oh no. That’s too bad,” Sandra said sincerely. Then she narrowed her eyes and looked at her daughter and said, “So you two are good friends?”

Elaine saw her mother’s look and said, “Not really. We just work together.”

“Oh, so what I saw on the back porch was ‘just working together’?”

Elaine’s eyes opened wide in shock. “We… uh… he… was…” Elaine stuttered as she realized that her mother had seen Derrick kissing her neck. Maybe she had seen him fondling her too.

“It’s okay Elaine. I understand… I really do. He’s a very handsome man.”

Elaine closed her eyes and was silent for a minute. Then she said, “Mom, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I can’t believe I let that happen. I guess it’s that I’m tired and frustrated because John hasn’t been home much.”

“You’re a woman still in her prime and feeling neglected. Don’t blame yourself for that.”

Tears started to flow from Elaine’s eyes. “It’s… it’s just that… John is away so much now. I wonder sometimes if he even cares for me anymore.”

“Well, you know how I feel about him Elaine so I’m not going to belabor that. But I understand how you feel. I really do.”

“How can you? You and Dad always had a wonderful marriage.”

Sandra paused and sat back on the sofa. She was quiet for a few moments before speaking. “Yes it was good but we had our problems like all marriages. However, unlike John, your father worked hard to make the marriage work.”

“What kind of problems did you have? I can’t ever remember the two of you arguing.”

Sandra sighed. “Well, I probably shouldn’t tell you this but you’re a big girl now.” She paused again.

“Tell me what?”

“It was early in our marriage. You know that I got pregnant with you when I was seventeen and your Dad and I had to get married. It was what people did in those days. However, by the time you were three or four, our marriage was really struggling. We had money problems, as well as meddling parents. One thing led to another and we split up.”

“Oh my God,” Elaine exclaimed. “I never knew. But… but you two stayed married. You obviously worked it out.”

“We did, but not before I strayed.”

“Strayed? You had an affair?” Elaine almost screamed.

“Yes. I was so angry about everything. I blamed him for making me pregnant so that I would marry him. It wasn’t true but I was too young and emotional to sort it all out. Unfortunately, I fell into the arms of a friend. In fact, he looked a lot like Derrick.”

“He was black?” Elaine gasped with her eyes as wide as saucers.

“Yes,” Sandra said and a wistful smile came to her face. “And, he had the biggest cock that I’ve ever seen.”

“Mommmmm!!!” Elaine screamed. Her mother could be very direct when she wanted to.

Sandra laughed. “Sorry, but that’s the only way I could describe it. Besides that, he knew how to use it too.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“Can’t believe he had a big cock or that he knew how to use it,” Sandra said facetiously and laughed loudly.

“That you had an affair!”

“Well, it only lasted for six months but it was pretty incredible.”

“I would never have believed it,” Elaine said in amazement.

“There’s a few things that you don’t know about your old Mom.”

Elaine looked at her mother’s pretty face and shook her head. A smile came to her face. “You’re not old Mom and you know it.”

“Too old for Derrick,” she laughed. Then she added, “You think he has an older brother.”

I began unbuttoning my blouse. Soon I had undone my bra, slid it off, and began sliding out of my skirt.

Meanwhile, Amos was done removing his clothes and I could hear him grunting approval at my free swinging breasts as I continued removing my skirt and shoes.

In the corner of my eye I could see his enormous uncut, dick bobbing its head approvingly at my nakedness—just inches away from my face. I looked up at it and became transfixed staring at this massive black organ. It appeared almost alive, bobbing its huge bulbous head, covered by thick flaps of skin, and drooling precum profusely.

I thought it was hideous, yet gorgeous in some inexplicable way–and it just drove my heart wild with growing excitement!

Amos reached over and began peeling down my panty hose. As he did we could both see the huge wet splotch my excitement had deposited into the crotch. They were ruined. Ruined from my uncontrolled lust for this black janitor.

Completely naked now I lay back on the cot and looked up at him. His incredible dick stood out from him now, curving at an 80 degree angle from his body. It was at least a foot long and 5 inches around. I never imagined any horse, much less a man, could be so big.

As I laid there staring at it and he down at me, I lifted my gaze finally to his eyes. We looked deep into each others eyes and, as we did, I slowly lifted and spread my legs, inviting him into me.

He knelt onto the bed and positioned his meaty, African weapon into place against my swollen and soaked pussy lips. One thrust forward and he was into me three inches. As he began truly mounting me—slowly pulling out and more quickly plunging back in–each thrust brought more and more of him into me. It seemed the depth of his penetration would never end.

I grunted with each spear-like thrust. I felt skewered by this black stallion of a man. And he continued now with greater speed and power.

Finally, he brought his arms down under my thighs and bent me back, my legs over his shoulders. At this point he seemed like a man possessed.

He hissed: “I wanted a white bitch like you in a position like dis all my life. Now you’s go” get it, you fuckin” white, trash “ho!!!”

At this he began slamming his dick into me without mercy!

Slap, bam! Slap, bam! Slap, bam!!!

As he slammed his oversized organ deep into my womb he also slammed me and the whole bed into the wall. The racket we made between his body slapping into mine, the bed slamming into the wall, and my ooohhs and ahhhss with each penetrating hump was creating a loud racket.

Through the walls I could hear the black patrons all whooping it up in the bar, cheering, whistling, laughing, and shouting all matter of lewd and crude remarks about the blonde bitch old Amos was “givin” some bone to”.

They were cheering on there old homey who they could now clearly hear banging the living shit out of some uppity blonde wife from Silicon Valley. They were just loving it!

And so was I…as the pounding I was receiving drove on and on. All I could think was, “Oh my God, how can he do it? How can he keep up this pace?”

Slam! Slam! Slam! He drove on giving me more and more of a ramming from his awesome ebony weapon. Slam! Slam! Slam! I felt I was being ridden by some kind of black bronc buster who would ride his blonde mare until she was completely broken, subdued. Bam! Bam! Bam! He was slamming away at greater and greater speed and power.

After five to ten agonizing minutes of Amos” pounding into my aching pussy, I felt an enormous orgasm building. It built very quickly and then erupted in flashing light for me. I soon realized I was screaming, clutching him to me, my legs wrapped up around his pumping ass, his hips still pounding madly into my vaginal channel, breaking my pussy wide open like no man had ever done.

Soon his grunting began and then came one final, very hard slam deep into my pelvis. Like molten lava I could feel him spewing himself deep into my womb.

I knew he was impregnating me right at that moment.

And I knew I would forever be his for the rest of my life.

When he was done I looked up at him, pulled his head down to me, put my lips to his and kissed him deep and long. My tongue snaked into his mouth.

We kissed deeply for minutes. When our lips softly parted I whispered to him, “I love you.”

His big homely, black face broke into a huge grin.

“Likes I told you, babe,” he said, “if you just give dis nigga a chance, I make you one happy, lil” slut for black dick.”

He slowly withdrew what appeared to me a black, slimy python from my still clutching pussy lips. He pulled out with a pop as my pussy was now so agitated with lust for him it did not want to let him go.

As he turned his back to me and lit a cigarette, I sat up and leaned on one arm just gazing at him. He was fat, his big black ass cheeks sagged from behind, and his gut bulged even from the sides. He didn”t have love handles, they were more like saddles.

Then as my gaze lowered, between his skinny, bow legs hung the most enormous, out-sized pair of balls I have ever seen. They hung a full half a foot down from his groin. They were easily the size of tennis balls.

As I just sat transfixed looking at these big, hairy things I concluded again that for sure this man had just seeded me. I would certainly be mothering his child within the year. No woman could receive a discharge from a pair of testes of these dimensions without being fertilized.

As my admiring gaze continued, I could see that hanging even below his elephantine balls was a still semi hard, horse-like cock. It hung its still swollen head down at least 3 inches below his low slung balls. And hanging from the uncircumcised cock head was a gooey rope of semen still drooling from his dick.

As he turned to me I was almost shocked by his ugliness. His gut was huge, his smirk revealed some missing teeth, some gold teeth, his nose flat and wide across his face, and his genitalia were just plain “abnormal” in their size.

But in my eyes all I could see was an incredibly masculine, African tribal chief who had just seeded his white slave girl. And he did it as only an African chieftain could. Violently and completely!

I realized that this African specimen of a man was far different, far more powerful than any of the white “boys” I had been with before.

And I wanted more…

************

” Let me know if YOU”d like more too.”

I stood there for a moment stroking my spit-slickened dick and took in the view. Leasa’s pussy was winking at me in anticipation of the pending thrashing.

I couldn’t resist. I knelt behind her and she gasped as my tongue quickly licked her from her clit to her asshole where I licked in concentric circles until the pucker relaxed and let the tip of my tongue inside.

I flicked her butt a few times then flattened my tongue, mashing it up and down on her pussy while she pressed back against my face. My rough hands gouged her firm, plump ass cheeks as I began to nibble on her smallish labia.

“Dammit Jim! I’m gonna cum already,” she said.

As she convulsed, drowning my face, I drank down all the nectar I could catch.

My dick was dripping with desire when I stood and unceremoniously rammed inside her pussy, my low hanging nuts slapping against her gaping lips. In the same motion I slid backwards and bore down to some serious fucking.

Our fluids were drenching my pubes. We both were sweating as she met me on each down stroke. We grunted and moaned our way to another orgasm for her, causing her cunt walls to grip me like a hot, wet, firm pudding, and nearly making me cum.

Slowly I pulled out of her as she looked back at me, not knowing what to expect until I crowned her back hole with the head of my dick. Panic took over her face and she turned away, shaking her head and muttering, “No. No. No. You’re gonna kill me.”

“Unless you can get pregnant through here, this is the best for everybody,” I said. I began feeding into her butt, my shaft well greased from our fucking. I gave her a chance to adjust about half way in.

By her silence, I assumed that this wasn’t her first trip down the Hershey highway. But her face was in a frown. Both of us stared out the windows at Andy, whose position had not changed.

I stuck two fingers inside her snatch, stirring and poking until her juices puddled in my hand. I pulled out of her ass and rubbed the love juice on my dick and inserted it in her again. This time it went more smoothly. She was more accommodating so I began fucking her ass with about five fat inches.

She put her other knee onto the loveseat, my signal to get busy. Leasa let out a long, guttural moan as I fucked her with short, rapid strokes. I alternated with some long strokes, and then planted myself in her until I bottomed out, followed by long, steady pounding.

After several minutes, I felt the buildup in my balls. I reached around and captured her clit in my two middle fingers and rotated the swiftly while I jabbed her ass at a feverish pace.

When my cock began to swell, Leasa started cumming again. As her butt spasmed, it triggered my explosion. And explode I did, well into her colon. I kept pumping even as my meat began to soften, gradually slowing my pace until the head, stuck at the entrance, was forced out by the last spasm of her sphincter.

Leasa collapsed forward onto the back of the loveseat. I watched my cum oozing out of her crack, and I leaned over and kissed her on the nape of her neck. She was only semi conscious, but she stirred enough to turn her head and smile.

“I guess I have to call you Big Jim from now on, too,” she purred.

“Baby, if you’re gonna fuck me like that, you can call me anything you want,” I said. I was spent and sat down beside her. I reached between her titties, mashed against the back of the seat. She lifted up while I gently stroked them one at a time.

“Can we have a cookout again sometime, Big Jim?” she said, smiling again.

“We can, and we will,” I said.

Otis told me he idolized those beautiful southern belles he”d sometimes see from a distance, but he also hated them too, for their uppity, superior pretensions. He always wished he could just once be with one.

“And now,” he said, “with you, Leasa, here on my birthday—maybe my last—my son tells me, you gonna make my wish come true, eh?”

I was stunned. Was he kidding, I thought?

I smiled and tried to laugh it off, “Oh well sure, Otis, I”m just a special gift for you today, right?” I giggled.

But Otis wasn”t laughing.

“You laugh, girl…but that is what you here fo” right?”

Otis appeared hurt. I immediately knew Amos had played a cruel joke on both of us. I felt badly for Otis. How could Amos do this to his 80 year old Dad?

“Otis, I”m sorry. I think Amos has played a cruel joke on both of us. I was only here to wish you happy birthday, nothing more.”

Otis appeared to droop. He looked very sad, and embarrassed.

“I musta been a fool,” he muttered, “I musta been a fool to think a goddess like you would wanta…”

“No Otis, don”t say that,” I said, feeling terrible for this poor old man.

“There”s no reason why a woman wouldn”t want to be with a man like you,” I said, trying to lift his spirits. But I didn”t realize how it might sound to a desperate old man.

“Why”s dat,” he said, challenging me.

“Well, you”re older, wiser and more mature than many younger men. You must know from what Amos has told you about he and I that many young, attractive white women are particularly attracted to much older black men.”

I could see his spirits were rising; unfortunately, I noticed the muscle in his pants was rising too.

“So, you do find this old nigga kinda appealin” then, eh?”

I was stuck now. What could I say?

“Yes. Of course I do…you”re very, very handsome, Otis, really, you are.”

“Well, then, sweetie, why dontcha” take a samplin” o some a dis”, eh?” he said, glancing down at his enormous hard on.

“Well, Otis, I”m Amos” girl. You understand, right?”

Otis leaned over and began stroking my thigh:

“Anything that”s my son”s is mine by parental rights.”

Normally, I would have laughed at such a nonsensical comment. But I could see that Otis was dead serious. And his pawing was beginning to slide higher and higher up my thigh.

I tried to grab his wrist and push it away gently, saying, “Otis, this is really inappropriate,” but it was clear that the old man hadn”t had any sexual harassment training—and he really didn”t give a shit whether his feeling my thigh was “inappropriate” or not.

“Damn, Leasa, you got some fine legs!” Otis exclaimed, staring down at the flesh he was squeezing along my thighs.

As I struggled, trying to push his hands away, I ridiculously responded, “Th-thank you, Mr. Jackson. Th-that”s very nice of you to say…but it is really, really inappropriate for you to be feeling me this way!”

Slowly, this old satyr was working my thighs open. I felt helpless, I didn”t want to insult him and feel Amos” wrath, but I didn”t want to submit to this horrible, homely old goat.

“C”mon Leasa, you know you be wantin” me. I sees ya” lookin” at my baby maker, girl.”

Otis was right to some degree. As I tried to fend him off, I couldn”t help but glance down at the huge projection within his pants. There was even a widening wet spot forming right above the head of it, soaking through his pants. I began to wonder, if I just rubbed it a little would he cum and then leave me alone.

I reached down and began to rub the bulge in the old man”s pants. But my plan back fired, it encouraged him in the idea that I really wanted him. He began working harder at his objective.

Unfortunately, my thighs began to give under his constantly probing hands and fingers.

Otis suddenly smiled wide. He looked me deep in the eyes:

“Girl, you wet fo” me.”

I was. I was ashamed then, and I am now, but Otis” stroking hands, and the sight and feel of his enormous dick, had made me horny and wet for this toothless and wrinkled, black octegenarian.

He leaned over and put his thick lips to my neck. He sucked on it, gently at first, and then with lust. We sat like teenagers, with this “raisin in the sun” planting a huge, red hickey on my soft white neck.

Otis” hand stroked my breast, his thumb playing with my aching, swollen nipple. I moaned. I could feel my hose getting wetter. My body was responding to Otis now. My pussy lips were secreting fluid, lubricating specifically for his aged, black weapon to penetrate them.

I whispered, “Otis, is there a bedroom we could go to?”

He removed his lips from my throat with a loud smack, “Sho”…that what “cha want?” he asked looking me in the eye, now feeling in command of the situation.

“Yes,” I whispered back, averting my eyes from his. Ashamed of my lust.

He signaled to a hallway behind us. I arose. Otis couldn”t get up from the couch. I had to help pull him up off the couch and down the hallway. Once in the bedroom, I even had to help him indress.

I thought, how low has my life sunk than to be here in a fetid, filthy bedroom with a black man so old and enfeebled that I am literally undressing him to assist in his fucking of me?

I would have cried had I not been so in need of his sex.

After undressing him, I let him flop back against the head board of the bed. As I undressed in the twighlight of the room, I could see Otis stroking his incredibly large dick as he watched me stripping for him. The old man seemed to flog it like it was a thick, foot long fire hose. When I was nearly undressed, I could see his cock was stiffening. I was amazed that this black half-corpse of a man was more ready for sex at the age of eighty than my white husband ever was at thirty.

I was ready too. I stood before Otis feeling incredibly randy and hot. I looked down at him and stroked the lips of my cunt with my fingers, then brought them to my lips and sucked them.

“I am so hot for you, Otis,” I whispered to the wrinkled man, as I continued licking my fingers.

“Dis” is like a fuckin” dream, girl. Come over here befo” I pop!!!”

I did. I came to the old man”s bed, and straddled him, offering the old Black the very nook that I had only months before sworn to the world, from an alter, would only be offered my husband.

The rotund head of Otis” dick began stretching my lips as I knelt down onto it. It hurt as it stretched me. I enjoyed the pain it gave me. I needed just this kind of aching.

I could feel the fat, black organ begin to penetrate me. Deeper and deeper I took the thick blackness of Otis into my body, until our pelvis” touched. He reached out and held my hips down on to him. He smiled widely.

“God, you mine now, ain”t “cha, Leasa?”

“Yes, Otis…I”m yours.”

I began to hump myself up and down, skewering myself on Otis” manhood. I could hear him grunting as I did so. He reached up and played with my boobs—squeezing them and pulling on them. I loved it. Otis was making me feel like a woman again—much more than my young husband ever had. The old man with his African manhood was well worth breaking my western, white vows for…and I knew I would do it again for him. Otis Jackson.

Otis came in me, over and over, that night. Amos never returned. He must have known that even his aged father could have me, knowing the persistence of the men in his family, and my weakness to just such persistence from black men.

These black men—even old and balding—seemed almost genetically predisposed to be able to seduce and mate me. Leaving me in the family way. Breeding the future manhood of a strong, black nation through my open, willing, and fertile caucasian womb.

“Please vote and write me with your thoughts… ”

Then maybe she”d leave me alone.

Through the den and down the hallway to the garage, I pressed the door opener, noticing headlights already outside. As the door fully opened, I shielded my eyes, barely able to read the vanity plate that said, “VIXEN,” as the little red sports car pulled in.

Leasa was smiling, her cell phone, appearing like a large, gray brick, still in her hand.

“Shut it off and come on in,” I said, turning down the hall, a move designed to show my control of the situation.

“Like I said today, down at the store, you sure got some titties, Leasa. Your Daddy sure never put that in the newsletter!” the evil man said caustically.

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

“Thank you…” I whispered, still trying to stare out the window, while intermittently having to steal a look at the fantastic onyx weapon I was pumping in my hand.

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

“No prob, Leasa. You just one big-titted girl…and, you know, I”m surprised your Daddy didn”t print that in his newsletters when he was braggin” on ya and all. Think he”ll ever write in one of his company Christmas cards, “And, hey everyone, Leasa”s titties got even bigger this year!”"

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

“Uh…I don”t know…” I mumbled.

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

At this point, he had pulled down the other side of my tank top, and was leisurely playing with each tit as he cared to: squeezing them, weighing them, and even pulling the nipples out several inches and letting go, watching them bounce back to my chest.

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

Soon, his dick”s precum was drooling to the point of not only covering my hand, but of oozing off my wrist. Even as naive as I was, I knew something would have to give soon.

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

I felt his hand on the back of my neck, “Come here, Leasa. We don”t want to make a mess on Daddy”s couch, do we?”

He pulled my head over with little resistance; I felt so weak in this man”s presence. As he pulled my face toward his immense dick, my hand mechanically continued pumping at it, even as I offered perfunctory resistance. But as I came within inches of the nasty appendage, I really tried to stop what I could see was going to happen.

But John was too strong. As I placed a hand on his thigh and tried to push back, he brought my lips to the sticky head of his uncut dick.

“Mmmpphhh…” I tried to plead with him as he mashed my lips onto the mushroom head of his frothing cock.

“Now Leasa, I”m sure your Daddy must have taught you that, “Nice girls don”t talk with their mouths full.” Right sweetheart?”

My jaws responded by giving way to the thick organ that Big John was forcing into my mouth. Instinctively, my lips closed around the head, and as John grabbed my hair and began directing me, I began sucking in earnest at this powerful man”s massive dick.

As my head began bobbing on his meaty organ, I could hear him grunting and whispering, “That”s it. Go on, girl. Do what you been wantin” to do since you set eyes on me today. Yeh, that”s it, suck that big, black dick.”

I pumped the glistening muscle into my mouth and let my tongue swirl around its head, trying my best to coax out the juice from his mammoth balls. As I pumped away at his dick with the one hand, my other hand began massaging and milking his testicles, almost pleading with them to give forth.

I struggled this way for minutes. Meanwhile, John”s hands played with my swaying tits, and then pulled up my skirt and slapped my ass.

“Like I said, Leasa. Grade A! Grade A!” he laughed as he slapped my ass loudly. I barely noticed it, though, as I became more and more obsessed with the expanding cock I nursed in my straining mouth.

I slid off the couch, down to my knees and knee walked between Big John”s spread legs. I continued sucking and yanking on the big club of meat the dominant man was feeding me.

Then, John pulled the dick from my mouth, and, waving it in his hand, commanded, “Kiss it, Leasa. Kiss it like you kiss your Daddy when you haven”t seen him in a long time.”

I leaned forward and sloppily kissed the knob of his soaked dick. It made a nasty smacking sound.

“That”s good, sweetie. You always gonna kiss this dick like dat. Because it”s your new daddy, got that?” I nodded, obediently. Then he pointed it back at my mouth, indicating for me to continue my work. I did.

Within minutes, his cock expanded and he began shooting thick loads of his jizz down my throat. He held the back of my head. But he didn”t need to. I swallowed. And swallowed . And swallowed more. But soon, I was afraid of drowning in his copious discharge, and pulled off as the incredibly potent black man shot three more loads into my face, forehead, and then onto my tits.

I fell back into an awkward sitting position on the floor, at his feet. As I supported my self on my sticky hands, they left gooey imprints on the carpet.

John”s jizz oozed down my cheeks. A gob from my forehead leaked into my eye, sealing it shut. As I looked down at the strand that was streaked across my tits, I could see the long rubbery band of cum hanging from my chin.

I looked up at Big John. He smiled insolently down at me. He abruptly stood up, shook his lanky dick with one hand, ridding it of the excess jizz still clinging to it, and raining more drops all over my face and hair. It was like a man shaking off his dick of excess pee over a urinal.

The arrogant black man, then dropped the bungy like organ into his left pant leg, zipped up, and strode to the door.

Why, I don”t know, but pathetically, I said, “I was Captain of the Cheerleading Squad.”

He stopped at the door, laughed and replied, “Shoulda” been Captain of the Cocksuckin” Squad as far as I can see, girl!”

I sat dumbfounded by this arrogant, powerful specimen of a man.

“I was voted “Most Likely to Succeed,”" I offered, feebly.

“Hmmm… Seems like you shoulda” been voted “Most Likely to Suck Black Dick the Resta Ya” Life,” babe. Because that”s what you gonna be doin”! Understand!”

I nodded weakly. As I did, the long rope of cum oozing from my chin, dropped off into the carpet.

“Will you..um…uh…” I stumbled for words.

“What is it, girl? I gotta get goin”!” he demanded, somewhat exasperated.

“You..uh..won”t tell Daddy, will you?” I pleaded, numbly, still in shock from all that had taken place.

Of course, telling my father would have been the last thing John would”ve wanted. I was still just a teenager. But at my age, all I could think of was what my father would think of me–and what he might do to me—if he found out.

The comment, however, struck John like a light going off in his head.

“Hmmm…” he said in an exaggerated manner, holding his fingers to his chin, like a bad stage actor, pondering over the idea.

“Tell yo” daddy, what?” he feigned.

“You know..”

“Know, what?” he played with me.

“That I sucked you off,” I finally confessed, lowering my head, shamefully.

The supercilious black man smiled, ” Ohhhh! That.”

Then he stroked his chin and pondered again.

“Seems like tellin” yo” Daddy would be the right thin to do, don”t it?”

“Please…” I begged, still looking down into the carpet.

“Well, tell ya what. I won”t tell ya daddy…if ya come down to the store tomorrow and..uh..take care of me again. What do ya say? It”s up to you.”

I hesitated. But then he seemed impatient, and ready to leave.

“Ok,” I surrendered.

John”s face smiled broadly.

“Oh,”" he confidently added, in a business-like tone, “And be there sharply at two. That”s when my break is. Got it?”

I nodded meekly.

“And Leasa, sweetheart, I only got a 15 minute break, so you”se gotta be quick about it. Understood?”

I nodded again.

” Ok, see ya tomorrow then. At two, sharp! There”s a little office in the back where we…can have a little privacy—if ya know what I mean,” he winked, crudely.

Then he exited. But he quickly leaned back in, saying, “Oh and…better get cleaned up before ya date arrives, baby. You a mess!”

Then he was gone.

I pulled myself to my feet. Picked up the skirt and panties on the floor. I was so involved sucking Big John off, I hadn”t noticed he”d peeled them off me.

I walked into the bedroom and looked into the mirror. I was a mess. I took some tissues and wiped the black man”s thick goo from my eye, forehead and neck. But I hesitated at my lips.

John”s gelatanous cum dressed my lips and made them appear as thick as his…but whitish. I let my tongue stretch up and swipe the gunk from my upper lip. I washed it around in my mouth and swallowed it. He tasted good, I thought.

My tongue repeated itself across my lower lip. I rolled the black man”s semen over my tongue several times: sampling his jism like it was a fine wine.

“God! He tastes so good!” I thought, heatedly, ” I wonder if all black men do?”

I lay down on the bed and played with my wet, agitated pussy. I came quickly. Much stronger than I could ever remember coming thinking about my boyfriend…or any white boys, for that matter.

At this point, I”d nearly forgotten the boy picking me up for dinner.

That night, at dinner and elsewise, I could barely pay attention to the boy I was with. My attention was drawn to the black waiters, doormen, and cabbies we were running into all night.

I saw them all in a new light. I wondered what they might be like… behind closed doors.

Most of all, I was lost in thought over the arrogant, 50-plus, coal-black Othello who had so recently burst into my life—and changed it forever.

I wondered what kind of outfit a man like Big John would find attractive on a young, blonde girl.

And I wondered what I would wear for him the next day, when I”d come down to the paint store, at his command.

“This is Part I of a quick two part story I am writing for a friend. It isn”t meant to be part of the longer “Leasa” story. As always, please let me know how you feel about what you”ve read.”

o the fly of his pants. My nose was pressed deep into his pubic hair, and I gagged for dear life on the bloated 7″ of meat he held deep in my throat. In the corner of my eye, I could see he was admiring himself in the opposite wall”s, full length mirror—here he was, old, fat, black Jesse with the President”s beautiful blonde daughter he had only seen from afar, now mashing her face into the fly of his pants while jamming his nasty, fat dick down her once sweet throat.

I continued gagging, thinking this raging man was going to snuff me out any minute if he didn”t let me pull off his cock. Finally, he did. But he only let me slide back to the head of his dick. After I was able to get a few breaths, he continued the face fucking, humping into my mouth with increased energy.

“Oh, an Leasa…dis is dat African meal I promised ya. Ha, ha…” he sneered.

Then his dick expanded and let go a powerful discharge of an extremely viscous flow of semen. The first volley shot into the back of my throat and I had to swallow hurriedly to contain it. Following that, the fat man”s dick seemed to just ooze out a continuous flow of a thick, gooey, molasses-like jism.

When I finally pulled off the deflating monster, my mouth felt like it was full of a very thick, very salty, paste. My lips and tongue kept smacking as I tried to lick it from my lips and swallow it.

As I struggled to down his pasty seed, fat Jesse said:

“So Leasa, seem like you enjoyin” yo” first taste of African cuisine, eh?”

I was numb at this point. Like a trained pet, I just nodded in agreement with my new keeper…and feeder.

I thought for sure we were done. But at this point, the grotesque black man began to get undressed.

“Can”t I go now?” I asked meekly.

“No,” he replied.

When he was undressed, I could see the layers of fat this gross man carried. His belly wasn”t just huge all the way around, but there were rolls upon rolls of fat flesh layered around him.

He grabbed my hair and half dragged me to a couch in the office. He threw me down on my back and began climbing onto me.

“Please…” I begged.

But he just ignored me and began loading his girth onto me. Instinctively, I parted my thighs very wide to cradle his huge hips. I could feel that the bulbous nozzle of his thick dick was hard again and he began to work it into me.

His weight was half crushing me as he leaned forward on top of me in order to reach down to direct his dick into my channel.

“Let me!” I said, to relieve him of the effort, and allow him to shift his weight off me somewhat.

“Shit, girl. You really do want ole Jesse”s pork, don”t cha?”

” Y-y-yes, Jesse…I do,” I lied. I just wanted to get it over with now.

I pressed the head of his dick to my pussy lips and he pushed in. He immediately began pounding what felt like a coke bottle into me.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” I kept grunting as he banged the incredible width of his shaft into my sore pussy.

“Tell Jesse how much you want him, babe,” the beastly black bull grunted into my ear.

I was frightened of him and just wanted to comply, get him off, and try to go home and…forget…if I ever could.

“Yes, Jess. Oh hon, I want you so bad,” I lied to this human grotesque.

“Always have, ain”t cha?” he directed me.

“Yes, yes Jess. I”ve always wanted you. I”ve heard about you from my Dad for years and I”ve always wanted you just like this, baby!”

“Ugh…” he grunted in response to my lies with a guttural lust, “You want ole Jesse”s baby, don”t cha, Leasa babe?”

I paused at this…almost unable to even lie about something so gross to me I wanted to gag at the thought. But fear won out; I finally conceded:

“Yes Jess. Darling, I do want your baby…I always have and always will…want to carry your child…just for you…”

I could feel my words were heightening his excitement as he began grunting like an animal in unison with them—so I continued:

“Yes, oh Jess…please, baby…I beg of you…give me your black baby…I want to carry him…all nine months for you, darling…”

At this, the black man slammed his meaty hips into me—almost knocking the wind out of me in the process—and began to grunt and shake and shiver as he unloaded his thick seed into my depths.

Strangely, I found myself wrapping my legs around him—as best I could–and holding him to me, dearly. Somehow, all the whispering back and forth of me bearing his child actually excited me. My biology took hold and demanded of me all womanly efforts to use the deposit of life giving seed–which this hideous, old, over-weight black man was delivering into me–for the creation of a new black life.

As we lay together, I began spasming on his still thick,but deflating, organ. He felt the clutching of my pussy and grunted a few times:

“There ya go…yeh, there ya go…get cha self off on ole Jess, baby.”

Then a few minutes passed as we lay in each other”s arms. I seemed to have adapted to supporting Jesse”s weight and girth. I kissed his thick neck. I licked up and around his hairy ear. Tickling the lobe of his ear with my tongue. I couldn”t explain what I was suddenly feeling—even to myself, afterward—but the burst of affection…and lust…I felt for this obese creature must have been due to the afterglow of my orgasm.

Jesse put his lips to mine. We frenched, very deeply. When our lips parted, he whispered, “Ya loved that didn”t cha”.”

“Yes Jess, I did.” I no longer had any idea if I was lying or not.

It didn”t matter anymore. This circus, side show of a man had just fucked me. He had now known me more intimately than any of the all-american white boys I had ever thought I loved. He possessed more of me now, and forever, than any of these past loves ever had, or would. Why not then admit I enjoyed his sexing with me.

He slid out of me and let me roll forward facing the door, but still lying back into him on the couch. His big arms wrapped around me, making me feel both secure and partially covered.

As I leaned back into the bulky, sweaty mass of him, I again felt strangely erotic. It was almost his ugliness—in a way—that turned me on. I felt so beautiful in the arms of this hideous beast. I reached up behind me and pulled his head down, meeting his lips with mine. We kissed again. Our noses rubbed as we kissed, as lover”s often will. When our lips parted, I sprinkled kisses all across his thick African lips. I let my tongue peek out between these light kisses and tickle his lips—so big and black, I thought. So beautiful!

I loved the feel of our bodies sweating together, sweating into each other”s. It was so nasty and so sexy, I felt I was getting horny again. All the while, Jesse”s hands were fondling and pinching my tits. He even began pulling on them as if he were milking me, his prize heifer.

Just then the door burst open and two more black men walked in.

“Holy shit!!!!” they started shouting as Jesse brought his finger to his lips and vainly tried shushing them.

“Holly shit. Jess, yew dawg!!! The Old Man”s fuckin” daughter!!! Big John told us but we woudn”t believe him. Man!!! Un-Fuckin”-believable!!!”

Jesse continued shushing the men with his free hand, while the other one, still wrapped under me, continued casually squeezing and mauling my tit. This was not lost on the bulging eyes and pants of the newly arrived twosome.

But what started frightening me even more than being discovered by these store workers was that, as they were saying this, they were unbuckling and removing their pants.

Fat Jesse sat up on the couch, leaving me uncovered. He got up and started to put his shirt on.

“Shit! She the best ass you”ll ever have, fellas. And, hey, remember who broke her in for ya!” Jesse bragged, and then started laughing along with the two black men.

Jesse opened a brown bag the two men had brought in. There was a bottle of scotch in it. They all stood around pantless, pouring themselves shot glasses that Jesse had pulled out of the desk drawer, while eyeing me and casually discussing what they”d wanted from the President”s blonde, naked daughter.

“I”m gettin” me some full-out cocksuckin” from “Our Little Leasa”,” the one man joked to the others as he wagged his large member at me and took a swig of the scotch.

He walked up to me, shucked his impressive member a few times, and then just dropped it and let it hang in front of my face. With his hands on his hips, he stood expectantly in front of me while casually turning to the others and discussing the workload they had on the dock that morning. I was becoming a casual sex toy for the black men at the store, almost like a paid, in-store whore to satisfy the staff.

I looked at the healthy cock the bronze-colored black man let wag in my face. Numb, worn-down, and beaten, I reached out, pulled on it a few times to begin the process, and then leaned over and sucked it into my mouth. I slid off the couch onto my knees. I really wanted to give this man the cock sucking of his life. In a weird way, I wanted to impress my captors with my ability.

I began sucking loudly on the bronze man”s meaty dick. In the back of my mind, I began realizing how much I liked the feel of a thick, juicy dick in my mouth. As I had with Big John the day before, I had to admit to myself that I loved the taste of black men. Their smell, their flavor was intoxicating to me. It made me suck voraciously on the dockworker offering me his delicious “African Cuisine.”

“Shit, this bitch is a “natural born”,” the bronze man shouted to the others.

I was milking his balls as I sucked his meaty prick with more and more fervor. The bronze man now moved back a little helping to position my ass up in the air a bit. At this, the other black dockworker knelt down behind me and started running his cockhead up and down the wet and stretched lips of my slit. He easily slid his weapon into my well-used snatch.

“Hell man! Sloppy seconds!” he complained aloud.

“Thirds!!!” Jesse shouted back, correcting him. Everyone then broke out laughing.

I was lost in the orgiastic sex I was now drowning in, as the one Black sawed his dick into my pussy and the bronze one grabbed my head–as Jesse had done–and began violently face-fucking me for all he was worth.

In the back of my mind, I could hear the door opening and closing, louder voices, more voices, entering the room. I could hear buckles unbuckling, zippers unzipping, and clothing being thrown on the floor. The room was filling up with men now. The private party I was to have had with Big John was slowly spilling out of control.

I could even hear Big John laughing and talking in the background as my face-fucking drew on.

“Ughhhh….!” the bronze man shouted as he let go a shot of his juice deep into my throat. I gagged, but only a little this time, as I was becoming adept at relaxing my throat and letting a man shoot straight down into my belly.

The bronze man stepped back and slapped my face twice with his sloppy dick. Meanwhile, the Black behind me slapped my ass and waved his hand as if he were riding a wild bronc. The crowd of men laughed again.

“Ride her, Jamal!” one screamed. And he did. He continued slamming away with my tits swaying from each of his bucks from behind. Another man approached me, his long dick bouncing off his thighs. He must have been in his late sixties. He reached down and felt my swaying tits:

“Damn!” he said, “This bitch sure do have one fine set a titties on her, don”t she?”

Then he squeezed them crudely and began pulling on them as if he were milking a cow.

“Shee-it! I”d like ta bring dis one to da State Fair!” he exclaimed. Again, there was boisterous laughter.

He then grabbed his inflamed organ and pushed it into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily.

“Oh yeah! She a “Natural Born Cock Sucka” alright!!!!” he shouted, “Shit! Looka her go for my balls!!!”

He was right. I was milking his balls greedily with my free hand while the other hand fed his cock into my mouth. I pulled off his cock, licked down the barrel of his shaft, and twisted my head under his legs to get at his low slung, sweaty balls. I loved the smell of him down there: so musky, so strong, so black.

I held his sagging scrotum at the base and held his big balls up to my mouth. I licked and cleaned the over-sized, sweaty testicles the old man toted. After giving each a kiss, I kissed the large scrotal pouch right between his balls. As my lips pressed themselves deeply into his scrotum, his big ballocks bulged to the sides of my cheeks wetting them with his sweat and my saliva.

“Hell,” he said to the group, “Ever heard the joke about the umpire whose girl waved to him between the strikes, but kissed him between the balls! Well, now I knowed how he felt!”

At this the group laughed aloud. And as they did, I held his balls to my mouth and did it again.

“Must be a bad pitcha today!” he shouted, and they all laughed again.

The black dockworker behind me was up on his feet now, squatting behind me, ramming his dick into my sloppy snatch with abandon. He grabbed my mane of blond hair and yanked my head back, continuing to wave one hand, as if he were riding me at a rodeo. Shortly, he started grunting and began to shoot into me. I felt him almost collapse onto my back after his cumming in me. He was thoroughly exhausted from his nearly 10 minutes of riding me.

Soon another took his place. And then another. Some mounted me missionary, some doggie. Some wanted blowjobs; others wanted to fuck me, straightaway. After some two hours and nearly 20 men, I was exhausted.

They began to bring in even a customer or two. One man who appeared Balinese was brought in by Big John.

“Ulsima, got a payback for you lettin” me have a crack at Ariana,” Big John said to the man, “Ulsima this here is Leasa, the President”s daughter. And, well, she”d like to get to know ya better.”

The men chuckled, and the Balinese man, who appeared to be in his late 20″s, approached me. He whistled and said:

“Well John, like you said, “fair is fair”,” and he pulled down his fly. Stepped up to me casually and just slipped his beautiful dick into my mouth.

As he held my head and began fucking himself into my face, incredibly, my Dad came on over the loud speaker. He was giving a pep talk to the workers at the store while he was doing his rounds there.

As he got through the beginning of his talk, he turned to the subject of his “wonderful daughter”—me.

“And I guess many of you men have gotten to know my Little Leasa during her visit with us…”

“And how!” one of the men exclaimed. The whole room broke up, as I, dazed and confused at this point, just continued mechanically sucking the Balinese customer off.

“Yes,” Daddy continued over the speaker, “she”s got quite a head on her shoulders!”

“On her shoulders?” the Balinese man broke in, “Gee, I thought it was in my pants!”

More laughter broke out. And before long there laughter drowned out my father”s talk. I don”t remember it ending. Maybe the men just shut the speaker system to the room off.

Shortly, the customer, Ulsima, came. He spurted very heavily into my mouth. When he was done, he grabbed my hair, wiped his cock off, replaced it in his fly, zipped up and said:

“Well, thank you, Leasa. You can tell your Daddy that you certainly improved “Customer Satisfaction” today,” and he left with the throng of black men breaking up again.

The last act was Jesse”s. He positioned himself behind me while I was on all fours and began rubbing his monstrously thick organ up and down in the crack of my ass. As groggy as I was, I knew what this meant and I panicked. I tried to get up, but Jesse grabbed me, and quickly a few of the men held my hands to the floor. One held me behind the neck and pinned my head to the floor. Two more held my ankles in place, and, in fact, spread them some more for Jesse.

I could feel Jesse”s huge gut lay itself on my ass, indeed, half way up my back, as he positioned himself. Then the 6″ thick, gargantuan cock began pushing itself against my anus.

“Ahhh!” I screamed.

“Come on, Leasa. Dey all know how much you was lovin” what ole Jess gave ya earlier today,” the corpulent man mumbled, “Now ya just have ta finish ya work. Ya gave up ya front hole to Big John…now it”s only fair dat the back one go to ole Jess, right?”

He pushed his horse dick futher into my asshole and I thought he was going to ruin me forever. I begged:

“Please Jesse, please don”t…” but he wasn”t listening.

The elephantine organ finally popped into my ass. The pain was excruciating. I writhed in the confines of these wicked men, but they wouldn”t release me.

Once in me, the fat man began banging his hips into my ass. Pounding his inhumanly thick dick into my bowels.

As I screamed and began crying under the intense pain Jesse was inflicting, I could hear the fat man lecturing me in front of the other men:

“Yeh, you was so pretty and superior walkin” through here just 24 hours ago, wasn”t ya? Well now you just a street ho”, bitch! A good ole back door girl, Lease babe. Dats what chew are! And now dese holes a yours ain”t gonna be no good no mo” fo” some pencil dicked white boys. Nope! Dem whities gonna be useless to you and you gonna be useless to dem, once we get through re-sizin” our Little Leasa for…well…let”s say “black men only”.”

The men let go of my one hand. One even encouraged me to use it to play with my clit to distract me from the pounding and stretching my rectum was being given. Amazingly, after a few minutes, I began to distract myself, and even find some enjoyment, focusing on my clitty while Jesse worked away widening my asshole.

Soon, I began approaching orgasm. It happened so suddenly, I hardly noticed it come on. It hit and my ass clutched down on Jesse”s beer can, pumping into my ass.

“Oh yeah, she re-sized now!” Jesse barked to the crowd.

“Looka her breakin” a sweat! The bitch is gettin” off on havin” ole Jesse”s dick up her ass. Yep, knew da first time I set eyes on her…”backdoor girl”. Ya know fellas the fancier they dress, the prettier they are—and fo” sho” the whiter they are—the bigger da black dick they wants up dey asses!”

Jesse continued slapping his hips to my ass, ramming his unnatural gland deep into my guts as he professorially lectured the other men on the carnal nature of white women.

When I came the second time, he couldn”t hold off anymore and let go his last wad of thick, rich African semen deep into my ass.

He fell over onto me and I had to survive under his weight for several minutes until he got up. As he pulled out, my ass made a disgusting sound. All the men laughed as I struggled to regain control over my sphincter, completely humiliated and embarrassed.

Most of the men had gotten dressed at this point and were leaving. I was a mess, and many of them had used me two or three times. I was “turned out” and they were through with me. I would never be thought of the same way by any of them again—nor by myself.

The worst of all of this was that all of it was on tape. Before I ever arrived, Big John let the security workers know to tape everything video”d in his office that day. In the months and years to come, that video was copied and distributed many times to many of the company”s workers throughout the country.

It caught everything: from my kissing John after the door was shut, to my exotic dancing for the big black man, to my sex with Jesse, and ultimately to the 2 hour gangbang where the President”s darling daughter took on all comers—in all holes–repeatedly!

My father was ruined as the tape circulated to higher levels of management. He eventually turned to drink and was fired for public drunkenness on the job. It must have been terrible for him—to have to give lectures and talks before groups of men that were sitting there laughing at him.

“Leasa M—”

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