From: LongRanger <jaw19@mail.airmail.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Brenda gets Blacked! Ch.1 (interracial,subjugation) Date: 20 Jan 1996 17:14:42 GMT Chapter 1 My Subjugation What I have to tell you is a source of extreme humiliation for me. For two years I have been married to the sexiest little blonde tart any man's had the privilege to lay his eyes on. What a curse it has been! A curse you ask? Please allow me to explain... As I said before, my wife Brenda, is a knockout! She is 24, 5'4" with an almost perfectly proportioned body - firm,curvacious ass; smooth, flat tummy and a breathtaking set of tits that are perky with slightly upturned nipples. She always gets noticed by EVERY man within eyeshot. Her hair is waist-length and Swedish blonde, which greatly enhances her bright baby blue eyes. She is very much the exhibitionist in public as she always wears very short minis along with a very sheer halter or cutoff T-shirt. God how she loves to prick-tease!! There were signs of what was to come during our engagement. When we would go out on dates, Brenda always suggested that we went to nightclubs that were frequented by black people, particularly black men and once there she would flirt shamelessly with any black stud that gave her "the look". On these occasions her mode of dress was even more indecent, almost daring these men to hit on her. I never knew how to handle these situations and since I'm such a poor dancer I always ended up sitting at the bar looking like a chump while my sexy, vivacious girlfriend danced and flirted with her choice of numerous black men. Once, when I protested how she was neglecting me on these dates, she became quite dominating and indignant, telling me that her nightlife was VERY important to her and if I found that sitting at the bar like a wimp wasn't very interesting, then I should play some videogames or something. "If you want to keep seeing me", she asserted, you will take me to the places I choose." Brenda was by far the sexiest woman I've ever dated so I meekly went along. Once we were married, my situation became even more delicate! Brenda never allowed me to have sex with her during our engagement, though I pleaded incessantly. She said that if I loved her I should wait until our marriage. Needless to say, on our wedding night I had the hardest boner of my life! When I stood before her and dropped my boxer shorts, Brenda took one look and began giggling uncontrollably! It was the most humiliating experience of my life up to that point. After several minutes, Brenda managed to calm down and apologized for her reaction explaining that she was accustomed to her men being in the 9 to 12inch range. My own 4-1/2 inch erection made her think of little boys! Humiliated and confused, several questions began to come to mind. What did she mean by "her men being in the 9 to 12 inch range"? I had assumed she was a virgin since she wouldn't have sex with me until we were hitched. Slowly I began to put two and two together. I thought of all those nightclubs and all those black men. When I confronted her with it, she confessed in a matter-of-fact manner that shocked me. "Yes", my petite wife admitted, "I have been with dozens of men over the past few months - all of them black, so of course all of them were hung like stallions! When you exposed yourself to me just now well - it was kinda like a culture shock or something." I was completely demoralized! I sat on the end of the bed trying to deal with the fact that my wife, my breathtaking blonde bombshell, was a slut for big, black erections. Brenda continued to testify about her feelings as if it were pent up inside her for so long and was relieved for the opportunity to express it. She went into detail describing each of her black lovers, their endowments, and what each of them had done to her. I could see that the topic was getting her quite aroused. Personally, I was feeling more and more intimidated and insignificant, hearing her passionate, detailed descriptions of enormous black appendages that were 2 to 3 times larger than my own white penis. I was ashamed of myself for having the gall to stand and expose my underdeveloped organs. No wonder she laughed. She went on to confess that the reason she married me was for the financial security that I could provide for her, and also to fulfill the normal, pretty housewife image that she wanted to project to her family and friends. If only they knew, I thought, Brenda's parents and brothers were bigots who were very protective of her when she was growing up. Perhaps they were a little too protective! She made it clear to me that though she thought me very nice and that she would play the part of an ideal wife in public - there were no sexual feelings in her towards me and if I would cooperate with her desires to pursue black cocks, then we could work out some method of pleasure for myself. I was soon to learn that the "method of pleasure" in store for me was definitely second rate compared to what she reserved for her numerous black lovers. I spent my wedding night in our hotel room jerking myself off since Brenda refused to let me fuck her. "We still need to work things out", she explained, " You still don't know the full extent of my fantasies." She sat on the bed next to me and watched me pull on my small member while telling me how she had already been fucked that day; just hours before she stood next to me at the wedding alter; " he was at least 10 inches, black as the ace of spades, and as thick as my forearm, so you can understand why I'm not interested in you right now." Almost immediately I shot my load all over my belly and I could tell that Brenda was suppressing another giggling spell. I crawled in bed while Brenda dressed up real sexy and left me to go "dancing" in the club downstairs. I had a pretty good idea what she was really going out for - Big, black dick! All of this had me pretty shook up and I had some pretty wild dreams that night alone in bed. I dreamt of a long, long line of black men with their cocks hanging out. Brenda stolled up and down the line appraising their endowments as though it were a military inspection. She was practically drooling! Brenda dropped to her knees and going down the line, my pretty, blue-eyed blond proceeded to suck and slurp and deep throat each one until they each came in her mouth, on her face and all over her tits! The vision of an enormous black erection sliding down my wife's delicate throat was almost too much to bear. goddamn it! Why was my cock so inadequate! It was agonizing to know that I would never, Never fulfill my wife's urges. The best I could hope for was to keep this all a secret from my friends and coworkers in the suburb where we lived. If they were to know, it really would be unbearable and who knows, maybe I could become the first man to discover a penis enlarging device that really works. Sure! Following our uneventful honeymoon (at least on my part), We went to Brenda's apartment to move her things to my house, which was now our house. I had been in Brenda's apartment many times but there was one room that she never allowed me to enter. She led me to the locked door and then told me that now I would understand the full extent of her fantasies. Before she would allow me in she insisted that I strip from the waist down. I hesitated at this strange request but my curiosity was getting the best of me so I sheepishly complied. I felt rather silly and insignificant standing there for her inspection. "That's a good boy", she chirped as she looked down and again tried to suppress a giggle, "now brace yourself", and with that we entered her mystery room. At first, I could not make out anything due to the room being so full of stuff, like a museum. Brenda stood back to allow me to comprehend the environment. I focused on one wall that was covered with pictures of - I looked closer - they were pictures of black men's cocks!! Close-up side profiles of incredibly big black pricks thrusting forward and out across impossibly long arches. There were dozens of them! In many of these pictures, Brenda was on her knees before these monsters with her full supple lips nuzzling their massive heads. "These are many of the black studs that have fucked me since I met you", she proudly pointed out, "pretty impressive, huh?" I suddenly remembered that I was pantless and looking at the pictures made my cock and balls shrink even smaller than they normally were, as if they were accepting their inferiority in the presence of the humiliating proof. On another wall there were posters of adult interracial videos, prominent black sports figures along with numerous photos of interracial couples (black studs 864pretty explicit sex acts. "These are some of the friends that I have made recently", Brenda explained. All of the women were very beautiful while all the black studs were muscular and spectacularly endowed. A few of the photos were of orgies involving as many as 10 people, I recognized my sweet little Brenda in some of these. I couldn't believe all this! How could my Brenda, who is so petite and delicate, manage to fuck all these giants without suffering permanent damage. These black poles were almost as big as her forearm for Christ's sake!! On a third wall was a big wall chart covered with lines, numbers, names and lots of little black phallus symbols. "This is how I keep track of all my big black men", Brenda instructed, "whenever I get my hands on a new black cock, I suck on it until it's good and stiff, then I use a tape measure and make very careful measurements. Then I photograph that big, black babymaker and enter the figures on this chart when I get home." "I also keep a detailed account of each encounter in my big, black diary", she continued, "I want to remember each delicious detail of all my black adventures. Later on I might let you read it - if you continue to be a good little boy." In the middle of the room was a large table that was covered with some portfolio books and at least a dozen of what I thought were very large black dildos. I should tell you at this point that Brenda is quite an accomplished artist and what I thought were dildos were actually exact duplicate sculptures of some of the larger cocks she has had. As humiliating as it was, I could not help but pick one of them up and examine it. Brenda had left the room for the moment and I simply couldn't resist holding that giant black object down next to my penis for a comparison. It was like comparing a pencil to a cucumber! I fantasized about what it would be like if I had a black, powerful ramrod - how beautiful women would fall to their knees before me, begging to orally worship my sexual superiority. Suddenly, there was a bright flash! I looked up and there was Brenda, holding a camera. She had taken my picture. I was standing in front of all these pictures, nude from the waist down, comparing my puny penis to one of Brenda's favorites and she had taken my picture!! I instantly realized that I had fallen into a trap. If anyone was to ever see that picture my life would be ruined! Brenda was looking at me with an evil looking smirk like I'd never seen before and I had a sinking feeling that from this point on, Brenda would be calling all the shots in our relationship. "It's time we worked out an agreement on a delicate subject", Brenda commanded, "I don't have to point out what would happen to you if each of your buddies at work were to somehow accidentally receive a copy of that photo, do I ?" I hung my head in humiliation and nodded a no. "Good, then lets lay down the law." Having said this, Brenda led me to the table, opened one of the portfolio books to the first page, and handed me a pen. "This will be your daily diary of our marriage as well as the sexual exploits that you will be assisting me with." She then ordered me to write down the following oath, which I would be bound to follow: 1) Black men are superior to white men and, as I am only a little white boy, I must submit to any black man's command. 2) I must assist my wife's quest for black cock in any way she deems necessary. 3) I must assume the role of an absolute slave to anyone, at any time- upon the command of my wife. 4) I will not attempt to have sex with my wife or any other woman until my wife determines that I have earned the privilege also - I am forbidden to masturbate at any time without the consent of my wife. 5) If I fail to carry out any of the above rules, I will be subjected to public humiliation that is relative to the degree of the infraction. "For example", Brenda explained, "if you should fail to carry out one of my black lovers commands - I will mail a photo of your tiny penis to one of the secretaries where you work". Once she was assured that Understood what my place would be, she ordered me to sign the oath. "You'll notice that there is a blank row on the wall chart. It is now time for you to take your place on my chart for comparisons sake", Brenda said while she whipped out a tape measure. She started laughing so hard, she could barely take the measurements and record them. I meekly looked down the column that represented cock length10", 9.5", 11.5", 12", 11", etc... , till I saw my own 4.5". My god, how humiliating! Brenda then took several more pictures of me in lewd poses with several of her playthings. She then announced that she was going out for the evening and that I should have everything moved to our house and set up before she would return home later tonight. Brenda did return to our house very late that night. The smell of her perfume was mixed with a masculine, musky odor and there was an expression of complete satisfaction on her sweet, angelic face. Her silky, blonde hair was messed up and I noticed that her panties and bra were hanging out of the top of her purse. She had a new photo to add to her collection, another impossibly large black dick! How does she find all these horse-hung bucks? She grabbed my crotch and pulled me down to my knees. "I have a job for you to do, little boy, while I tell you all about my evening". Inches in front of my face, Brenda began to slowly raise the hem of her sheer miniskirt until, for the very first time, I drank in the vision of my wife's pretty, blonde pussy. A delicate little tuft of soft blonde fur above her outer lips. I could tell that though normally small and tight, her pussy was presently distended and stretched to accommodate the black organ that had taken her that evening. Her clit was swollen and protruded at least an inch due to the intense battering it must have been subjected to. Black man's cum oozed out and the smell of prolonged sex hung heavy in my nostrils. I was ordered to suck my wife clean and I reluctantly obeyed. She did allow me to masturbate while I performed my duty although it was degrading to hear her laugh and taunt me about my insignificant size while regaling me with all the kinky things her black lover had done to her. She allowed me to cum into the palm of her hand but then she made me drink it! I slept on the couch that night. From: LongRanger <jaw19@mail.airmail.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Brenda Gets Blacked! Ch.2 (interracial, subjugation) Date: 22 Jan 1996 09:11:17 GMT Chapter 2 My Subjugation (continued) As the weeks went by Brenda was quickly expanding her photo collection. Now that she took over my house she quite her job and lived very well on my labor. There were many days when she ordered me to work overtime and not to come home before a certain hour. These were days, I knew, when my sexy blonde wife would be in my bed, sucking and fucking a large black weapon. When I would arrive home she would command me to orally service her overly stretched, blonde cunt. One Saturday, when I did not have to work, Brenda informed me that several of her girlfriends were coming over for a club meeting or something and that I should clean the entire house thoroughly and prepare refreshments that I would be serving to them. "You are to obey the slightest wish or command made by myself or any of my guests, also you are to wear this and nothing else", she ordered as she handed me a French maid's apron. It was small, covering little more than my crotch, and was made of lacy, black satin. A wave of anxiety and humiliation swept over me as I realized that I was to be their little boy toy. The ladies began arriving around two and I had to greet each guest at the door wearing only my very small apron. My distress increased with each new arrival due to the fact that they all looked vaguely familiar to me. I waited on these beautiful girls hand and foot, trying my best to keep from exposing my diminutive endowment (that would have really been embarrassing!) as I racked my brain trying to place those beautiful faces. Was it through my acquaintances, or work, or... my heart was in my throat!! Oh, how could Brenda have taken a foolish chance as this! If one of these sexy ladies should recognize me and blow the whistle, we'll both be on the streets in amatter of weeks! There were more than a dozen ladies in our living room all jabbering at once. They met once a week, I was informed, each time at a different girls house. I wormed my way through the crowd serving drinks, getting pinched on my naked ass and generally getting the same kind of verbal abuse that a female bar wench would receive. They all congratulated Brenda on how well she had trained her little boy servantband and before long all of them were seated and began discussing the topic that brought all these sexy women together muscular, dominant, well hung black men! Suddenly I realized how I knew their faces, from the pictures on Brenda's secret room walls! These sexy white women were here to compare notes and gloat over their most recent black cock conquests: who found the biggest?, who found the most?, who fulfilled the wildest fantasy?, etc... Most of them brought pictures, all of them had shamefully naughty stories to tell and a few even brought along personal videos of their exploits (I was ordered to leave the room when these were played). These ladies were getting quite aroused listening to all this black cock1320eir eyes as they groped themselves through their clothes. Brenda made me gather up her black phallus statues from the secret room and distribute them among the ladies as they ohhhed and awwwed. She told the story that went with each one while some of the ladies eyed the black dongs, then glanced at my apron and giggled. I felt my cock and balls begin to shrink. As the women nuzzled and fondled these long, black toys the topic seemed to naturally change to their white husbands inadequacies. It was as though they were competing with each other over who's husband had the smallest white penis, and who's was the wimpiest sexual performer. I felt my penis shrink even more! I learned that all of their husbands were subjected to the same humiliating status of servant that I had been reduced to and that they were blackmailed into participating in their wife's black cock fantasies to a degree I was destined to experience myself. As I listened to the sordid acts they forced their husbands to perform, I saw Brenda's eyes bug and I knew I was listening to my own future! All this went on for about two hours when Brenda stood and announced that it was time for me to be formally introduced to the group. Brenda made me stand in front of all her girlfriends as she told them about how our relationship had began and developed. Inspired by the moment, she was especially heartless about it too, telling them about her activities and my wimpy behavior in the black nightclubs, and about how I made a fool of myself on our wedding night (she left out no details). She made me recite my oath and ordered me to tell these beautiful white women all about the secret room (they already knew about it) and how I have to orally service my white wife after the black cock of her choice has deposited it's sperm deep inside her. Finally, she made me confess my most sensitive secret - the dimensions of my underdeveloped penis!! "Four and one half inches when erect", I whimpered. The room was suddenly filled with humiliating laughter. I wanted to sink through the floor and disappear but my little Brenda had other plans for me. I instinctively covered my crotch with my hands and discovered to my horror that my penis was still shrunken but had became hard as a rock. All the ladies were on the edge of their seats, "Make him show it to us, Brenda", they pleaded, "we want to see what kind of 'man' you have." Brenda was getting off on my degradation, "Expose your puny penis", she commanded, "so my friends can see what I have to endure". I hesitated, I expected an embarrassing evening but not like this, but I knew that I must obey. No matter how degrading this was, the consequences of refusing would be far worse! I decided to get this over with quickly. Grabbing the hem of my frilly apron, I yanked it up, exposing my fully erect, though significantly shrunken, penis. My ears were assaulted by a huge outburst of disbelieving laughter, uncontrolled shrieks and derisive catcalls. I stood there in inferior shame and endured remarks like: "Oh but he's just a little boy!", and "Poor little Brenda. No wonder you refuse to have sex with him", "He's got white man's disease - they stop growing at age 9", "Are you sure that's 4"1/2 ? Looks like only 3" to me" "You'll never satisfy ANY woman with that squirt gun!" "All you white men are so pathetically small!" Etc... One of the girls, a very striking brunette, ordered me to approach her. As I stood trembling before her, she reached out and grasped both my balls as well as my penis in the grip of just one hand. "God, he's so tiny" she giggled, applying a firm and painful squeeze, "we can have a lot of fun putting this little boy in his place". "Lets call up one of our studs and invite him over for an interracial cock comparison", another interjected, "you know, black manversus white man! We haven't done that in recent weeks." "Only because we've been to busy lately with making Julie's wimp husband drive us with our black studs around the neighborhood in his van" someone else responded, she turned to me and explained how the poor white husband was naked from the waist down and how all the white girls were engaged in sucking off their black men while cruising the streets of his neighborhood. I could just imagine some of the reactions they provoked and wondered how they kept from getting arrested. As I looked over all these beautiful women, I thought of all their frustrated white husbands and how they, like me, had to endure a sexless marriage while having to witness a public displayof the interracial fantasies of their wives. The girls finally decided on the first suggestion and it was agreed that Brenda should call one of her favorites to come over so the girls could make a side by side comparison. As Brenda cooed to her ebony stud over the phone, several of the girls shot a mischievous glance at me as though to say 'you're gonna get yours, but good!'. While the girls waited for the arrival of "the big black dick", they amused themselves by passing me around so that each could tease and degrade me - a few even made me suck their toes while jacking myself off! I was getting more anxious by the minute. For the first time, I would be forced to come face to face with one of my wife's objects of lust and I wasn't sure how I would react. The fact that I was totally nude and sprouting a very shrunken three inch erection didn't help matters any. The black stud arrived. He was about six inches taller than I and well muscled. He immediately became the center of attention and all the girls swarmed him, smothering him with kisses and groping at the bulge in his jeans. Brenda quickly took control of the situation by declaring that their would be time for all that later, ordered the girls to sit down, commanded me to get down on my knees before the superiority of a black man and told the group that my initiation would now begin. As I knelt there, looking directly at the large bulge that protruded just inches before my face, I had to again recite my oath. The enormous black stud laughed when the ladies began urging him to pull out his big black weapon to show me what a 'real man's' cock was like. I just wished that this was all a bad dream. Brenda made me undo the stud's fly, remove his jeans, and slowly pull his briefs down over that incredible bulge revealing more and more ebony meat. Like a jack-in-the-box, the black mans heavy, massive cock sprang free and slapped me across the face! The white girls squealed uncontrollably. The black stud chuckled deeply. Despite my effort to minimize my humiliation by showing no emotions, I gasped out loud! The black man's dick looked like one of those summer sausages that hung in the butchers window! "OOOOHH make him suck it", some of the girls pleaded to my wife, "We want to see your husband suck off your lover's cock." My god, but these girls were heartless. Here I was, on my knees before my beautiful wife's black lover, looking down the barrel of a foot long dong that has repeatedly taken something that my small white penis never has and probably never will have - namely, my wife's tight, blonde pussy - and these girls want to denigrate me even more by forcing me to suck on that black fuck muscle! Brenda handed me the tape measure. I had to measure the length and circumference of that black reproductive organ, while it was still flaccid, calling out my findings-"ten inches long, and eight inches around." Then I had to do the same for my own stiff erection - "Four inches long, and three and a half inches around." Again the girls broke out in giggles. Heavy weights were hung from my balls so that I could not readily move without suffering excruciating pain, my scrotum being stretched down several inches. A bright, pink ribbon was tied, way too tight, at the base of my inferior penis, cutting off it's circulation. My weenie turned a deep purple. I was ordered to grasp the massive, black babymaker with both hands and stimulate it until an ebony erection was achieved. Aside from the heavy breathing of several overheated white girls, you could have heard a pin drop in that room. They all wanted to see how big it would get! As I shamefully caressed his turgid black dick with impossibly long strokes, I wondered what it was like for my wife when she took this monster deep inside her. I didn't wonder for long because my wife called me a cocksucking white wimp and forced my head forward onto his shaft, slapping my balls so that when I opened my mouth to scream, the swollen black head was squeezed into my mouth! Brenda then grabbed my ears and began pushing and pulling my head so that I was being facedfucked. All the girls roared!! I gagged repeatedly. His meat had a strong smoky, musky flavor that I recognized from my cunt lapping cleanup sessions with my wife.I prayed that this black man would not cum in my mouth, that insult would be just too hard to bear, but fortunately he had other plans for his black baby-making juice. The largest black dildo in the room was produced, greased up, and rammed up my ass! The pain was intense but I couldn't scream with my superior black master filling my mouth so completely. There were numerous bright flashes from the many cameras that were recording my degradation for posterity. The girls particularly got a kick out of taking turns brutally thrusting that symbol of black power up my intimidated white anus. After several minutes of these horrors, the dark, dusky horse cock was pulled from my throat with a loud pop and was quickly gobbled up by several hungry, feminine mouths and I was given a brief respite. These gals were feverishly sucking and slurping on that mule dick while I was made to sit on the floor with that black phallus still imbedded in my bowels. My wife approached me. She was completely nude and she thrust her beautiful pussy into my face. By force of habit I began to orally worship her blonde muff, but this time was different. Instead of the usual musky, salty smells and tastes that assault my senses when I clean her after one of her black cock breeding sessions - Brenda's pink, blonde pussy was fresh, sweet, and exquisitely perfumed. My hardon raged as my anal passage throbbed with a dull ache. God how I desperately wanted to fuck my wife! I knew that for her black lovers it must be a sensation beyond belief!! For that matter, I would have done anything for a chance to fuck any one of the sex starved beauties that filled my living room. But alas, with my pea-shooter I knew I didn't stand a chance. These girls did not fuck white men. These sluts only fucked superior, divinely endowed, black breeding stock! Our ebony stallion was performing beautifully. By now, all of the girls had gotten a deep throat taste of his dusky dong but now the girls desperately needed their tight cunts filled and stretched. One black buck was better than all their husbands put together, but there simply wasn't enough cock to properly service the twenty or so white girls that needed attention. Nobody even considered me as a possibility. More telephone calls were made and "reinforcements" were soon on their way. In the meantime, I was the entertainment. I was made to stand toe to toe with the Stud so the women could make a side profile comparison. As he was taller than me, the base of his thick, dark weapon started out several inches higher than my own thin, pale member. It was so massive, gravity pulled his mighty erection into a hanging arch until the broad tip of it's fist-size head hung down several inches below mine. More camera flashes. More degrading laughter. Using both hands, a petite blond grasped the black trunk and, swinging it like a rope, smashed the heavy dark head into my underdeveloped balls! I collapsed onto the floor in agony grasping at my crotch. All of the Black men must have arrived at the same time. When the pain in my privates subsided somewhat, I looked up to see at least a dozen black bucks circulating through the throngs of naked, hyperventilating white sluts who had fallen to their knees and begging for their meat. These ebony bucks were strutting proudly through the throngs of adoring submissives, their impressive reproductive organs swinging obscenely down around their knees. Within moments my house was filled with the sights, smells and sounds of an intense, interracial orgy! Girls were hopping from stud to stud. Tight, white twats were stretched beyond what nature intended!! Large quantities of cum were boiling forth from big, black testicles, through long, thick cocks to blast into and onto these luscious white females! I was forced to suck many large deposits from between many white, creamy thighs and a number of thick, heavy loads of black-breeding spunk was blasted onto my face. Brenda's subjugation of my manhood was now complete. I had to accept the pathetic, obscene yet erotic future that lay before me! From: LongRanger <jaw19@mail.airmail.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Brenda Gets Blacked! CH. 3 (interracial, BM/WF) Date: 23 Jan 1996 08:19:31 GMT Chapter 3 Brenda's Enlightenment I guess that you can tell by what my husband Bobby has written that I had him well on the road to servitude. That was my intention from the first day I met him. Marry him, then make him my slave! I just didn't think it would be so easy, I mean, it took less than a week. What a wimp! Pretty soon after we started going out I could tell that he was one of those white guys that was insecure about his sexual abilities (because of my looks, men have been continually coming on to me since I was thirteen, so a girl like me gets pretty good at sizing up a mans psychological profile- not to mention sizing up other things). I tested my theory of Bobby by seductively flirting with aggressive black men in front of him and his reaction was always the same- my wimpy white boyfriend became a pitiful, whiny submissive. I knew then that this was a boy I could find a use for. I married him a few months later. It would be fair to say that I'm a very sexually active young lady, though most of the men I service would say that I'm just an insatiable slut. I grew up as the youngest child in a large family (five brothers) that was very strict morally and very protective of me since I was the only girl. All the moralizing pressure they applied toward me must have backfired because I always had this overwhelming desire to be shamefully naughty. I was always sneaking peeks at my brothers penis's when they left the bathroom door ajar while taking a piss and I would take several of the neighborhood boys behind the school to play show and tell. By the time I was thirteen I was quite well developed, physically, and discovered that even adult men were now drooling over my appearance. I began to spend my free time around the activities center of the local university and from there my sexual life took off in a big way! There were always lots of university boys around to flirt with and it was about this time I discovered the scrumptious joys of prick teasing. All I had to do was find some excuse for bending over while wearing a short skirt and I had every boys undivided attention. Or I would inadvertently brush my hand over a crotch. I especially liked this maneuver because it allowed me to size the boy up. My favorite trick was to stare at a boys bulge, as though in a daze, while licking my cherry-red lips and watch his bulge grow in his tight jeans until he began squirming uncomfortably. Pretty soon I was leading boys off to some hiding place to see their cocks; hold them in my hand and even practice learning how to properly suck them. Back at my own school I got my kicks by teasing some of my male teachers by wearing short skirts with no panties, sitting on the front row and occasionally spreading my legs just enough for them to get a glimpse. It satisfied me to discover that I gave them hard-ons as well. By the time I graduated high school, I thought that I was an expert slut on the subject of cock sizes. Little did I know that a whole new level of comprehension was just over the horizon. That summer I took a bus into the city to apply for admission to the downtown university. It was much larger and more cosmopolitan than the college in my neighborhood and, by living in the dormitories, it offered me a chance to get away from my family. They had heard rumors of my sexual exploits and had become impossibly oppressive. My brothers followed me everywhere in order to "protect" me. Once I arrived near downtown, I had to transfer to the subway, which was jam packed! I managed to squeeze in next to this muscular black hunk. He gave me a smile like I'd seen a thousand times before and I felt a familiar little tingle between my legs. I ignored it though and turned my thoughts toward my day ahead. After all, he was a black man and I was a white girl and white girls just shouldn't be interested in black men- at least that's what my daddy and my brothers always taught me- rather emphatically now that I think about it. The subway car stopped at another terminal and even more people crammed themselves in and I found myself pressed tight against the tall, black buck. My face was actually pressed against his broad chest and I felt his muscular hardness while inhaling his musky, masculine aroma. I also noticed another hardness when I became aware of the fact that the palm of my hand was pressed into his crotch. My first reaction was that he must have had something very large in his pocket, like a summer sausage. But then I thought,'how could he keep it so warm?' A few moments later while I still pondered this question, I suddenly gasped in shock- Not only was that summer sausage getting bigger, it was actually throbbing!! I instantly knew what had to be true, yet I still resisted. 'No way', I frantically thought, 'no man could be this big. I should know! I've felt hundreds of crotches and none of them, not a single one, was even half this much!' I glanced up with my baby blues to find out if this was for real and the confident gaze that met mine removed any doubt. This stud wasn't faking it! The subway car arrived at the university and the crowd began to exit the car. I copped a few more squeezes on that incredible monster while the black stud leaned over and squeezed my buns before disappearing into the crowd. I was left to sort out what had just happened. Everything I thought I knew about cock size had to be reassessed. This was my first black encounter and by far the largest cock I had encountered- did this indicate that... no, surely not. My father and brothers had told me a number of times that "those niggers aren't any bigger than any other man. That's just an old wives tale you heard". After what had just happened I wasn't so sure anymore and I began to question why the men in my family were so bigoted. What were they really afraid of? I knew that was a question I just had to find out for myself!! I took care of my business at the administration office then spent the rest of the morning strolling around the campus in a daze wondering how long that black man was, what it would feel like in my mouth, how it would taste! My mouth started watering and oooh, there was that delicious tingle again. My only regret about the subway experience was that it didn't happen someplace a little more private where I would have had the nerve to pull that big, black babymaker outfor a closer inspection. Oh wow, but I was getting extremely horny!! I noticed, among the countless students, that there were a lot of handsome black men hanging around the student activities center between classes. Perhaps I should try my routine on one of them to see if that subway guy was just a fluke. I selected one particularly tall and muscular stud for the very reason that he was eyeing me as though I were the only girl in the building. I went through my always successful tricks (bending over, brushing my tits against his arm, leaning into his crotch, etc... ) and pretty soon I had him leading me too a semiprivate place he knew of (it turned out to be a storage closet). With countless students passing by within just a few feet of us, that black stud grabbed my petite body with his powerful black hands and pulled me into the massive bulk of his chest. I never felt more powerless or more turned than I was at that moment. Pulling my hair, he forced me too look up and his thick lips then pressed to mine while his tongue worked it's way into my mouth. I lost all control and began to suck on the black mans tongue as though it were a cock- it was in fact as big as any cock I had ever sucked. Instinctively, I reached for his bulge and was ecstatic to find it was as big as the subway guy's had been. I was frantically fumbling with his button-fly when my stud told me to let him undo it. I breathlessly fell to my knees, whimpering and swallowing a lot, while I watched a masterpiece unfolding inches in front of my face. When that monstrosity finally sprang free I let out a gasp so loud I feared the students just outside must have heard me. At first, I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing! There was nothing in my lily-white past that was even remotely comparable to this black horse-hung cock. From: LongRanger <jaw19@mail.airmail.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Brenda Gets Blacked! Ch.4 (interracial) 4 of 9 Date: 24 Jan 1996 08:04:24 GMT Chapter 4 Brenda's Enlightenment (continued) Tentatively, I extended my forefinger (my hand, I noticed, was trembling) too touch it. It was warm, firm, and inviting to the touch so I tried too grasp it. No way, my hand wouldn't go around all the way. It would take both of my delicate white hands to handle this slut-fucker! My baby blue eyes were as big as saucers and my breathing was so hard and fast I feared I would hyperventilate. I could feel that my nipples were jutting obscenely into my T-shirt and my panties were soaking wet. God, no man has had this much of an effect on me before! But then, all of my men to this point have been white. Until now, I thought a few of them were pretty big, even though none of them ever did much for me in the satisfaction department- I just shrugged it off telling myself that fucking was overrated. Now I had to redefine what "big" was. Using both hands, I stroked that impossibly long, incredibly thick black dick repeatedly from the head to the base and back again. It was menacing looking with big meandering veins running down it's impressive length toward his egg-size testicles. It throbbed and bobbed just inches in front of my pretty face while it emanated a masculine, musky aroma that invited me to taste his powerful manhood. I wished that my father and brothers could see me now- Hell, there wasn't a white man anywhere that could measure up to licking the soles of this black stud's shoes! After gawking in disbelief for several moments I began to confess all these thoughts to my black buck. He just smiled at me saying that a lot of the white women he has fucked have confessed similar thoughts to him and that the men in my family were insecure and were afraid that I would discover the truth, which indeed I had! I was startled to discover that the ebony schwantz looming before my hungry lips had actually fucked white women. How could any woman's pussy handle something so very, very large? Surely he wasn't planning on putting that foot long black pole inside of me!?! No way- that monster would split me in two! I now knew why all those white men didn't do anything for me, six inches was too small, but my mind was frantically telling me that this black twelve incher was too big! Oh well, at least I can suck this black beauty off and find out what a black man tastes like. Still trembling with desire, I leaned forward while extending my little pink tongue and made first contact. God, his aroma sent my pretty blonde head spinning! I savored his dark, masculine flavor while I tongue worshipped every square inch of his superior black manhood. Spittle was actually dripping off my chin as I meekly whimpered in submissive lust. I wanted to impale my sweet mouth onto his dark lance and feel his turgid, black hardness slide down my delicate, white throat but I thought that was impossible. I had deepthroated my share of pricks easily enough in the past, but this wasn't a prick- this was a big, beefy, black COCK! I opened my mouth as wide as possible and bravely pushed forward until the massive head was in. It completely filled my mouth, pressing my tongue into my lower pallete. His powerful, delicious flavor kicked my saliva glands into overdrive and I had to swallow frequently. Suddenly, my black benefactor grabbed my head with both hands and told me that it's time to receive a black cock face-fuck. I panicked. I hadn't counted on this- having my throat raped!-and was horrified to find that I couldn't break free of his powerful hold. He began to hunch into my face, pushing an additional inch with each thrust, down my painfully distended throat, until at least nine of his twelve thick inches was lodged inside of me. He held it there for a few seconds to allow my throat to stretch and adjust to it's tremendous size, then he slowly withdrew to allow me just enough timeto gulp some air before he plunged that black babymaker back in again. For several minutes he steadily and forcefully fucked my mouth and throat, it felt as though he was penetrating all the way down to my belly, and I was relieved to discover that after the first few violations the pain was largely replaced by some other mysterious sensation. Was it the pleasurable beginnings of sexual satisfaction?? I wasn't sure since, for all my encounters, I had never experienced an orgasm. What ever it was, it transformed my attitude from resistance to submissive cooperation. The thought of offering myself completely for the pleasure of my black master was really turning me on! Our private little storage room was filled with the smell and sounds of sex as I eagerly sucked and slurped down that ultimate black cock. I wanted to taste his black fuck-juice and hoped that he would withdraw all but the tip when he busted his big black balls into my white, hungry mouth, coating my tongue and filling my oral cavity till my cheeks bulged and the excess gushed from the corners of my pink supple lips- running over my chin, down my delicate white neck till it dripped from my pink, erect nipples!! When he did cum it was exactly as I hoped for and I held his delicious, black seed in my mouth to savor for several seconds before I began gulping it down. My powerful, gifted black lover collapsed on the floor pulling me down with him and held me tightly in his massive arms. Part of me was terrified and urged me to run- run back to my lily-white suburban neighborhood and never return to this taboo school where a black man could so easily violate a white girl like myself. But there was the other part of me pleading for me to stay, wait for this incredible stud to recuperate, then beg him to complete my transformation into a white slut768e slut side of my being won out but I had to admit that I was terrified of what that jumbo nigger cock could do to me. Laying beside my temporarily spent stud, I glanced down at his now flaccid fuck muscle. I was amazed to see that even limp, that ebony firehose was still incredible long with the tip making contact with his belly several inches above his navel. I was sure that I could have tied a knot in that blackreproductive organ. I began to fondle it with my tiny white hand and eventually gave in to an overwhelming desire to explore it's contours with my tongue. Pretty soon it was rock hard and throbbing once again. My black gladiator pulled me to my feet and reaching under my very short skirt, pulled my sheer, pink panties down to my ankles then bent me over some boxes and flipped my skirt up on my back. My head was spinning at how fast this black buck had my shapely ass exposed and into breeding position. I looked back over my shoulder and saw his enormous black weapon hovering just inches over my ass and a wave of sheer terror came over me. Crying, I whimpered and pleaded for him not to violate me and to let me go, though if he had I knew I would have changed my tune and begged him to rape me! The black man pulled off my T-shirt and, using it as a gag, tied it tight behind my head. This was, I knew, to prevent my screams of pain and eventually, squeals of pleasure from being overhead by the students passing out in the hallway. His final preparation was to grab both my wrists and pull my arms behind my back where he tightly secured both my wrists together with one powerful black hand. I was totally at his mercy and I had never felt more vulnerable, nor more feminine and sexy as I did at that precise moment. Grabbing a fistful of silky, blonde hair, my masculine black fuck-master jerked my head back while nudging his massive ebony head into my wet, lust swollen mound. I guessed that the outer lips of my delicate pussy would have to stretch about twice as wide as they ever had before to accommodate the superiority of his black manhood, but it felt like I was stretched three times as wide and the first screams were muffled by my gag. That long black penis began to rape my tight, white girl pussy in the same way that it violated my throat- by taking one inch, pausing to allow my stretched cunt to adjust, withdrawing then taking two inches, pausing, etc... while my squeals of pain and pleasure increased in intensity with each additional inch. After each incredible thrust my white slut fucker would call out the number of inches he had taken and when he had reached only the number six, I felt that I would split in two. No man had gone deeper than that point yet this black boy had six more inches of thick hard bone to bury! I had no doubts that he intended to bury every black inch into his white slutave! When he began pushing into virgin territory I began to experience a powerful, strange sensation that continued to grow until it consumed my entire body with intense convulsions. It was my first orgasm, far better than anything I had imagined and I owed it all to this magnificent specimen of black superiority!! That stud kept stretching into me until all twelve, thick inches were impaled into me and I felt his wiry pubic hair tickling my asshole. He began fucking me with increasing force and once again the room was filled with the sound of interracial sex- the squish-squash of his black ramrod stretching the limits of my blonde twat. The black man's phallus was so thick my petite pussy was stretched into a very tight "o" around his stalk and my swollen clit was actually pulled tight against his shaft where it received a strenuous workout from his powerful thrusts. I actually had three more intense orgasms before that stud pulled that ebony telephone pole from my distended pussy (it made a loud pop) and, spinning me around, sprayed my face and tits with a pint of black mans fuck juice. Oh god, I actually wished my bigoted family could see me now! We dressed in silence and when we opened the door we discovered that a curious crowd had gathered outside. There were gasps of shock from the students when they saw a big, brawny, intimidating black buck emerge followed by a petite, sexy, half naked blonde who had mussed up hair and residual cum all over her face and neck. Their reaction thrilled me and I flashed them a shy but defiant smile of complete satisfaction. Oh but I was such a naughty and shameful little white girl! My horizons had been expanded and I knew that my sexual future would be bigger, blacker and infinitely better than anything from my past! From: LongRanger <jaw19@mail.airmail.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Brenda Gets Blacked! ch.5 (interracial, humiliation) 5 of 9 Date: 25 Jan 1996 09:03:29 GMT Chapter 5 Brenda's Gone Black (and she won't go back) Sweet, sexy little Brenda returned that day to her home in the suburbs to spend the remainder of the summer preparing for her big move into college life. Once the initial shock of that day had subsided somewhat, she felt confused about how she felt toward the experience. She had initiated and encouraged the encounter with the black man but it gave her a tinge of excitement to believe that she had been raped. It was as though some deeply seated fantasy had been satisfied, her pure, white chastity had been corrupted by a big, black rapist and she was no longer a virgin to black cock. In fact, six inches of her virginity had actually been taken (the six deepest inches!). She looked to her father and brothers with less respect, they had lied to her and now she secretly knew the truth. Brenda had a whole new vision of reality to get straight in her pretty little head. She continued to hang out at the local college but she had a new perspective on things and the boys there didn't interest her anymore. They would hang around hoping to receive some of her favors but she knew what they had in the endowment department and she couldn't help but notice how pitifully small their bulges were. Brenda really did want to continue seeing white boys like she always had, it was socially incorrect to date a black boy, but she desperately needed a man with a very long, very thick, and very hard dick! She reasoned that perhaps it wasn't fair to compare all these white boys to her one black lover. He was after all a very tall and athletic man and maybe the white boys who are very tall and athletic will have large penis's too. She gave it a try- three different handsome white knights from the local football team. Brenda was very disappointed. All three had very average six inchers like all the others and Brenda was alarmed to discover that, since her black dick rape, she was even more dissatisfied with the sexual experience. The lovely little blonde began to accept the truth- She had gone black and could never go back! Brenda discovered that whenever she saw a black man on T.V., she felt that now familiar tingle between her sweet little white thighs and she began watching black sitcoms regularly. She also became an avid N.B.A. fan and never missed a game that was televised. Oh, but it was so scrumptious to watch all those tall, strong black men running down the court! She imagined that they were playing in the nude, their dark, horse-size endowments swinging like long, thick ropes! Whenever the cameras focused on the cheerleaders, Brenda noticed that quite frequently, the cheerleaders gazes were fixed on the players crotches as well. Brenda began to suspect that maybe she wasn't the only white girl to feel the way she did about black men. She knew that most white girls had probably grew up hearing whispered rumors about black endowments like she had and perhaps they too had fantasized about trying one of those black boys on for size! She wondered if the local adult bookstore had any interracial video tapes available for rent. Brenda had an overwhelming urge to actually witness a strapping, young black buck sexually dominate a submissive, lust- consumed white girl but she didn't know how to accomplish this dream. Walking into the local adult shop was out of the question, one of her neighbors would be sure to see her. Even meeting a black man in her part of town was highly improbable. Brenda knew that she would have to go back into the city to quench her black cock curiosities and she could not wait until the start of the fall semester to do so. This was a matter for immediate action!! The next evening found our pretty little Brenda strolling through the nightclub district that was adjacent to the university. The streets were closed to traffic in this district at night to accommodate the large number of students that meandered through the streets bar hopping. Brenda very desperately wanted to be a very naughty white girl this particular night. She was hotter than a firecracker and her revealing, skimpy dress advertised the fact that she meant business! She came upon a porno book shop and after spending a few minutes gathering up her courage, she went inside. Never before had her semi-innocent senses been so overwhelmed with sexual images! The shop was a large one with several rows of adult magazines, videos, books and sexual devices. Brenda slowly roamed the store in a trance- like state, her excitement level climbing rapidly when suddenly her heart leapt into her throat! The very next row was marked "Interracial"- precisely what she came in for. Brenda felt herself being drawn toward the taboo material as though her overly moist clit were a magnet. It took all the willpower that the slutty little blond had to keep her fingers off of her clit as she ogled the endless display of monster black cocks imbedded in the cunts, mouths, and assholes of vivacious blondes, lush brunettes, and sultry redheads. The sexy, blued eyed nympho just knew that she would hyperventilate if she didn't make her selections soon and get back out on the street. She bought a magazine that featured five black studs putting it to a young girl that looked remarkably like herself, and two videos featuring numerous interracial fiascoes. The checkout clerk actually blushed as she paid for her selections. Back out on the street, Brenda stuffed her sinful stash into her oversized purse and began searching for a club that contained her desired objective- a massive, ebony schwantz! She didn't have to search for long. Ten minutes later found our little blonde heroine sitting at the end of a dance club bar, hungrily eyeing the crotch and biceps of a strapping black coed. All the patrons in this club were white with this one exception- and what an exception! All the guys checked out Brenda's revealing attire when she walked in and several white men came up to her to make passes. Brenda spotted her black Romeo right away, however, and decided she didn't have time to be kind to their egos. The petite, blue eyed blonde decided to be cruel! As each man approached her and delivered their pick-up line, Brenda simply made it obvious to everyone watching that she was sizing up his bulge (she put her hands on each one). Then she giggled and said, "Sorry, I don't think you measure up to my expectations". Each man slinked away. After humiliating a few of the bolder ones, the rest of the men just sat and drooled. Now that the man has been separated from the surrounding boys, Brenda again turned her attention to the ebony god at the other end of the bar. From: LongRanger <jaw19@mail.airmail.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Brenda Gets Blacked! ch.6 (interracial,submission) 6 of 9 Date: 26 Jan 1996 08:03:04 GMT Chapter 6 Brenda's Gone Black (and she won't go back) (continued) He wore a muscle shirt with skin tight, knee length spandex shorts that hilighted his tall, slender yet powerful physique. He looked as though he could easily whip any man in the room. Brenda gasped out loud when she noticed something amazing about his bulge -instead of folding his cock in the crotch of his shorts, this black telephone pole snaked down one leg of his shorts, extending over half way to his knee!! The spandex was so tight around his thigh that even from across the room she could easily see the outline of a very, very large cock-head. Our juicy, overheating blonde had to get a closer look! She repositioned herself down the bar just a few chairs from that mouth watering morsel and gawked in open mouth disbelief, her bright blue eyes as big as saucers! The black buck knew what effect he had on the scrumptious little blonde, but he pretended as though she weren't there and casually rotated on the stool and spread his long muscular legs wide to give her a most favorable view. Brenda took in a close-up peek of that thick, throbbing black muscle that snaked down the studs leg and almost passed out! Her nipples AND her aureoles were swollen and protruding obscenely through her blouse. The precious little white girl's panties were thoroughly soaked with lust. Oblivious to the fact that she and the stud were the center of attention for the entire club, Brenda hungrily lipped her sensuous lips in a wide-eyed trance-like state as she unconsciously inched closer and closer towards the massive object of her obscene desires. 'If ever there was a compelling argument for racial integration', she thought, 'then I must be looking at it'. Of course, Brenda knew, if her father were to witness this scene he would emotionally declare that this is precisely why we should not be integrated. Too late for that Daddy!! Still held hostage by his presence, the diminutive blonde found herself on the stool next to her black knight, her intense gaze never once straying from his proud display. The tall black man stood up and Brenda found herself face to face with a mouthwatering column of manhood. This black stud had banged many a white girl and he knew exactly how to handle this particular situation. "Like what you see, little white girl?", he bellowed with his hands on his hips. "Y-Y-Yes I do", Brenda submissively whimpered. "It's at least three times larger than all those others" she confessed as her hand vaguely pointed toward their attentive audience. At this all the men quickly turned away in shame but all the women within earshot were transfixed by what was taking place. "I don't usually do white girls", he lied, "Most can't handle what I put to em". "Oh please let me try", she pleaded still staring hard at his balls while trying to imagine how much black man's fuck juice they contained, "I'll do my very best to please you in every possible way." "My name is Cedric, but you must call me 'Daddy' cause tonight your gonna be my little girl and I'm gonna teach you much more than your father ever did or ever can." Cedric figured that it was time to find out just how obedient this blue-eyed slut would be. "Massage my meat, little girl", he commanded. Suddenly Brenda remembered that they were in a public place. Glancing around, she noticed that EVERYONE was watching to see what she would do. A very strange mixture of humiliation, shame, and excitement coursed through her tender, young body as her trembling hand advanced slowly toward his bulge. Contact was made. Brenda palmed that thick, hot column way down near the cock-head and began the long, sensuous stroke toward that massive basket. The little white girl gasped loudly and visibly had an intense orgasm before her hand had even traveled halfway up that slutfucker. Brenda couldn't take it anymore. Abandoning all respect for her heritage and upbringing, the lovely young blonde dropped to her knees and began passionately kissing and nuzzling Cedric's big beefy crotch. She shamelessly and profusely begged to be raped by his superior black tool. "Please fuck me deep and impregnate my white womb", she pleaded. Cedric looked down at his newfound slave haughtily. "Take off your panties, white bitch", he barked. She eagerly complied, bending over to step out of the lacy pink linen, exposing her delicate little mound to the crowd. Frustrated hardons sprang up all across the room. Everyone noticed that the studs massive penis was considerably longer than it was a few minutes earlier- also much thicker. The bulbous head now snaked down over 3/4's of the length to his knee, another inch or so and it would be peeking out from the hem of his skintight, knee length shorts. "Now move your little white cunt into that men's room and chase those little boys out", he commanded, "then wait for the fuck of your life". "Yes daddy", Brenda sighed then scurried off to obey her orders, her hands covering her naked pussy. "Daddy" savagely fucked that little white girl right there in the mens room of that dingy little dance club. The drama of his domination and of her submission was amplified by the tile walls as it drifted out into the club for all to hear. For only the second time, Brenda's sweet, tight twat was being stretched well beyond the humble limitations of any mere white prick and our little nymphomaniac wanted all those eavesdroppers to be made aware of this fact. She was very vocal as she squealed, whimpered, and begged her ebony master to give her the satisfaction noone else could possibly provide! That sensuous itch deep inside Brenda's incredibly tight love tunnel was being "scratched" in a very big, black way. "Daddy" fucked her in a total of twelve different positions- teaching his helpless student all about the advantages that only a very, VERY long poker could provide. Many of the depraved and deliciously degrading breeding positions that Brenda was subjected too, would have been physically impossible for an average length prick to execute! The tiny blonde was stretched to her extreme limit by the entire length and girth of her Black master's tool and she had experienced so many deep, vaginal climaxes that she eventually lost count. The half dozen or so girls who were eavesdropping, however, were keeping a careful mental tally of each vocal shriek of ecstasy. Two hours and thirty two orgasms later the black sex master deposited his fourth, and final, blast of hot, pungent semen over the whimpering slut's face and outstretched tongue. Pints of his hot nigger seed blasted forth from that black leviathan. Cedric felt that she had endured heroically and decided to reward her by subjecting the young bitch to lesson #2 : "HOW TO BE A BLACK MAN'S STREET WHORE" "Put your clothes on honkey bitch", Cedric barked. "I'm taking you out in public, where you will learn to please my whims!". Brenda frantically tried to collect all her clothes from the floor of the men's pissroom as "Daddy" grasped a shock of her silky hair and began pulling her out into the club, past all those open- mouth stares, and out onto the street. She was still trying to get her skimpy clothes put on- and here she stood before the world: still topless, large quantities of negro spunk dripping from her chin, her face held up by her hair for everyone to see. Noone came forward to her defense- possibly because the scene had all the appearance of a hooker being taught a lesson by her black pimp, but probably because of the towering, menacing image of Cedric. He had the ability to strike fear in mens minds Cedric grabbed the slut's arm and thrust it down the front of his shorts till Brenda's small hand slipped over his incredibly thick stalk. This he did in full view of at least 50 people! The white girl acted distressed and shamed but in reality she was savoring every moment of this public performance. 'They must be scandalized', she thought to herself, 'especially the white guys'. Cedric began walking down the crowded sidewalk with his little blonde muffin in tow (her hand still down his crotch) as they both took notice of the incredulous facial reactions people exhibited upon seeing the unlikely couple. By now Brenda had managed to get her top back on but "Daddy" kept pulling it up to brutally pinch her lust swollen nipples. Completely consumed with lust the overheated nymph alternated between passionately sucking on his black, muscular biceps and publicly begging the horse-hung stud to rape her tight, white hole once again. Cedric continued to exhibit his prize around town throughout the night. Brenda felt that she must be the luckiest white girl in the world! Brenda arrived back home at sunrise. Her scant clothing was rumpled and her baby fine hair and pixie cute face were caked with "Daddy's" residual semen. Brenda's breath smelled like a sperm bank! Our Nordic maiden was pantyless, Cedric had kept them as a trophy of his conquest (leaving the young nymph to wonder just how extensive his panty collection was?), and more of the black buck's cum was leaking from her outrageously distended twat. In short, the blonde sexpot had all the appearances of a prostitute coming home from a hard nights work. More than one early rising neighbor noticed this and Brenda could care less. herself, 'but they would fall over dead if they knew the "dark" truth of it.' Despite her appearance, or rather because of it, our sweet young deb had never felt more alive and contented in all the eighteen years of her life. It was a contentment that she was destined to experience countless times to come. Locking herself in her room, she popped her forbidden tape into her VCR and propped herself up in her bed to drink in the sights and sounds of all that forbidden sex. Within a few moments the tapes had removed her satisfaction and replaced the void with that now familiar hunger. The pornography she had long desired and now possessed lived up to her expectations. Brenda watched in wide eyed amazement as various young, white debs struggled to consume a wide variety of dark skin donkey dongs and though they came in many different shapes- they were all impressively long! Brenda diddled her cunt carefully- it would be very tender for the next few days but she was relieved to find that the soft, moist membranes of her delicate pussy were contracting back to its original small size. Our slutty blonde was thrilled to discover that she would be "white-girl tight" for her next black adventure! God, how she couldn't wait! From: LongRanger <jaw19@mail.airmail.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Brenda Gets Blacked! Ch.7 (girls interracial lust) 7 of 9 Date: 27 Jan 1996 09:06:26 GMT Chapter 7 Sissy's "dark" passions The fall semester did eventually arrive. Brenda moved into an all girl dorm, the idea of which didn't excite her to say the least, but it was a university requirement for all freshmen girls. When the school was forced to racially integrate back in the sixties, parents pressured the administration to take measures that would isolate their refined, white daughters from the "Negro" boys- hence the all-girl dorm requirement. It didn't prevent anything and over the years many a girls father found that the clichi' "opposites attract" held an unsettling truth. Brenda registered at the dorm lobby, received her key, and went searching the halls for her room. She promptly found it, noticing that the door was ajar. She also noticed strange, faint sounds coming from the other side of the door-moans, slurps, whispered exclamations... The timid, luscious blonde looked above the door to verify that this was indeed her room- it was- then peeked in to find out what all the commotion was about. The room was quite small. One half was luxuriously furnished with all the comforts one could ask for. The other half was barren save for a small, single bed. Brenda guessed the empty half was her own and felt a tinge of self-consciousness as she realized that she had very little to put in it. Before our young tart could dwell on this fact much longer, she poked her head in farther and gasped out loud-almost giving away her secret peeping tom position. Standing in the middle of the room, tall and proud, was a very large, very muscular black boy! He was not wearing a shirt and his magnificent ebony muscles rippled and glistened with tension. Brenda's view of the Negroes lower torso was partially blocked by a mass of long raven black hair that seemed to dance and sway in a steady, hypnotic rhythym. It did not occur to the naive coed what it was that she was actually witnessing until her eyes followed those luxurious, pulsing tresses down to where they tapered off just above a round, soft, naked, white ass. Brenda quickly retreated into the hall- 'My god', her mind raced, 'There's a girl in my room giving that black boy a blowjob.' The oversexed freshmen would have been the last to morally judge any encounter between black males and white females, but this was a rather awkward situation to find oneself in. This was her room and she had every right to go in- but what would she say, or do? Should she just ignore them (No, that would be impossible given Brenda's predilection for black men), or ask them to stop (No, that would be criminal- to stop a girl's quest for forbidden pleasure!?!) Brenda decided to go check out the cafeteria and lobby. That should allow enough time for that naughty girl to finish her black dick lube job- just the thought of it made her mouth water. Before she left though, curiosity got the best of her as she peeked in to try and see more. The back of the girls head blocked the view of what Brenda really wanted to see and she began to suspect that was her roommate there on her knees committing such a shameful act with such shameless enthusiasm. God how Brenda wished that it could be herself there on her knees, feasting on that black boy's stiff, tasty manhood! When Brenda returned half an hour later, she found the room vacant. This gave her a chance to move in her things and to scope out her roomates stuff. Her new dorm companion apparently had all the comforts of homeTV, VCR, full size bed, sofa... the works, but what caught our saucy sluts eye was the portraits and posters that adorned the walls of that half of the room. They were all of black men- Very handsome and Very masculine men, most of whom were beefcake photos where the studs were posed in a provocative sexual manner and only clad in bikini briefs that appeared ready to burst apart at the seams. In the bathroom, on the wall above the vanity hung a poster that made the petite blonde instinctively cover her mouth and crotch with her hands in a startled reflex... It was a full length side profile of a nude black buck- his turgid, semi-erect, horse dick arching out and down till the apple-size head dangled out in front of his knees! At the top ofthis amazing poster, in bold letters, was the first half of a statement: Then, down just under that massive dark apple was the completion: '... IS TRUE!!!' Obviously, Brenda's new roommate sure didn't believe in hiding her interests and it was clear that this girl's interests were very compatible with her own. Brenda was getting very excited, (like the time in the adult video shop) and decided to sneak around in this mystery girls clothes closet for more clues. She found a long rack of clothes- lots of silky, skimpy lingerie; very small mini skirts; low cut t-tops; and several see through T-shirts with custom lettering that spelled out messages. Provocative statements such as: "I take my men like I take my coffee... BLACK!", and "The bigger, the blacker, the better", and "Once you go black you'll never go back!" these in public.' She continued her snooping by going through the girls dresser. The aroused blonde knew she was in danger of being caught but these discoveries were overwhelming her curiosity. In the top dresser drawer were some very realistic, wickedly thick, black dildos of varying lengths (from about nine to fifteen inches!), along with bottles of baby oil and K-Y jelly. Suddenly Brenda sensed that she was being watched and correctly guessed that someone had quietly slipped into the room. "Hi, My name's Sissy. You must be Brenda", she heard as she turned around to see her new roommate standing before her. Brenda was astonished by her graceful, refined beauty. 'This was the creature on her knees worshipping that black god while blibbering obscenities?!?', Brenda wondered. Sissy saw the question in the petite blonde's eyes and knew that Brenda had witnessed the oral copulation that had occurred only an hour before. She decided that there should be no secrets between roomates. Sissy proudly confessed that indeed she was! "I didn't expect you to arrive until tomorrow", Sissy explained, "and I took the opportunity of a private room to get better acquainted with this cute guy I met this morning." "I guess I should tell you", she continued, "that I have this... strong passion for... how should I say ... men of African heritage." At this, Sissy held up her hands about a foot apart as if to show how big something was, "You know... black dudes that are... BIG... REALLY BIG!". Sissy's eyes brightened and she became quite animated with that last statement. Brenda thought that Sissy was the prettiest, friendliest, and sluttiest young girl she had ever met and she decided right then and there, that the two were destined to be inseparable pals. After all, they both had their priorities on the same topic- Black cocks!! Sissy was wearing a very tight T-shirt (no bra!) with bold, black lettering that spelled out a lewdly provocative message: "There are 3 kinds of Men" small, Medium, BLACK !! Brenda smiled wickedly upon reading Sissy's shirt as she imagined the reactions that message must elicit when paraded around campus via Sissy's mouthwatering figure! Like her newfound friend, Sissy was a small petite southern belle barely five foot two, 90 pounds when soaking wet, yet her tiny, slender frame was endowed with curves that made men groan from frustrated lust whenever she pranced by. And also like Brenda, Sissy knew exactly what effect her assets made on the men of this world and she always made surethose assets were displayed in the most effective manner. Sissy was an insatiable slut!! She possessed the cutest little teacup tits that were topped off with large nipples that protruded forth like tiny torpedoes whenever she was horny- and Sissy was always horny! Her long silky hair was glistening black and contrasted exquisitely with her creamy, ivory complexion. Her bright, blue eyes easily betrayed to anyone who looked into them what carnal, lusty thoughts were running through her pretty head. She always wore very sheer clothing- Shorts so tight and thin that you could easily inspect the outline of her ample mound, slit and all! Though Sissy was only eighteen, she had been into heavy fucking for five years and her outer pussylips were large and puffy from being outrageously stretched by over a hundred thick, black penis's. Sissy was also blessed with very thick, soft pouty lips- lips that were capable of giving incredibly soft, warm, wet blow jobs! She had actually sucked even more black erections than she had fucked (giving oral quickies to strange black men in semipublic places was just one of Sissy's passions), so of course she became quite proficient and was extremely proud of her skills. The two young heartbreakers became instant pals. Sissy helped Brenda move her stuff in and even insisted on taking her newfound friend shopping for things to help dress up her half of the room. Brenda found herself being zipped around town in Sissy's Very impressive Porsche, and was stunned when Sissy paid for everything without batting an eyelash! 'This girl is obviously rich!', the blonde thought to herself. That night, alone in their room, the two black cock cravers crawled in bed together and talked through the night- revealing their respective pasts and confessing their innermost secrets and desires. Sissy was in fact, quite well to do, though she had not always been so. She had been born into a very poor family that lived on the wrong side of town. Her father was quite lazy and worked in a fast food restaurant, refusing to get up the gumption to find a better paying job. As a result, Sissy's family lived in a slum apartment complex, one that was plagued with crime and rough characters. Their landlord was one of those well-to-do slumlords. Tall, muscular, and devastatingly handsome, he was one of those brawny black dudes that knew how to intimidate a tenant when it served his purpose and he was always intimidating Sissy's father. One month, when Sissy was only thirteen, the rent was late and the brutish landlord came by during the day to either collect or take their furniture for collateral. Sissy's father was at work so it was up to her mother to beg and plead for more time. Sissy's mother was slim and sexy so it didn't take long to persuade the wealthy black man to accept some "favors" in exchange for an extension. Sissy was ordered to go to her room. She complied but cracked open her door just a bit in time to peek out and witness her beautiful, white mother strip naked like a whore before the towering Negro, then drop to her knees to open up the man's fly. Sissy was stunned by the vision of what came tumbling out... so was her mother! The young girls sexual awareness began that day while her mothers sex life was infinitely improved. She watched her mother slut-suck that big black appendage. She witnessed her mama getting fucked like a bitch in heat. She noted, and remembered, the flushed passion and joy that radiated from her mothers sweet face as the landlord impaled her with his black piston. Two weeks later Sissy and her mother abandoned her father and moved into their landlords plush mansion on the rich side of town. Despite her fathers pathetic display of begging (he even promised to have his penis surgically enlarged!), Sissy's mother was adamant for a divorce... Sissy's life was forever changed! The marriage took place within a month and Sissy found herself with a wealthy black stepfather and three black stepbrothers. Her new siblings were aged 14, 16, and 18 respectively and the shy, white debutante was completely smitten by their masculinity. She had hit puberty the year before and being in their presence caused strange and delightful sensations to race through her delicate, developing figure. Sissy took to wearing only a frilly, very short nighty around the house once she noticed the effect her budding sexuality had on those black boys and she became giddy with lust whenever they made scandalous remarks about what they wanted to do to her! Sissy knew that she would fuck all three of her dusky housemates before eventually taking on "Big Daddy" himself! She began her interracial dream sex with the youngest- 7 1/2 rock hard inches (quite a stretch for the innocent virgin). Within a few weeks, Sissy could take every single inch of that wonderful weapon, and she invited Levi, the middle brother, to partake of her charms. His thicker nine incher stretched her even more, increasing her desire for deep, aggressive penetrations from big black erections. She was so proud of herself!! 23 more fuck sessions with Levi, and Sissy was ready to graduate to Rodney's 10 12 inch monument of lust! Rodney thoroughly performed his duties on the impressionable young white girl- he even taught her how to suck cock like a pro- and by the end of that year, Sissy was looking for, and finding, boys at school and around town. She fucked all that she could seduce and before long Sissy began to notice some very important differences between those fellas. Some boys fucked her more aggressively, more deeply and were much more satisfying than the others. Darwin's theory of "Natural Selection" came into play and pretty soon Sissy was ignoring the white boys- they were smaller and less virile- and giving all of her "goodies" to those big blacks! From: LongRanger <jaw19@mail.airmail.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Brenda Gets Blacked! ch.8 (interracial) 8 of 9 Date: 29 Jan 1996 21:13:32 GMT Chapter 8 Sissy's "dark" passions (continued) Sissy confessed all this to her new friend as they snuggled together on the dorm room bed. Brenda was creaming her thighs just from listening to Sissy's forbidden, delicious past. Whenever Sissy spotted a particularly delicious looking dark skinned stud endowed with a hefty basket, she had only one objective in mind- to acquire the delicious liquid contents of those swollen, black orbs into the pit of her soft, flat tummy... via her delicate, white throat! Brenda thought that the absolute sexiest thing in the world would be to witness her raven-hair friend being forced to her knees before a towering Afro warrior and then have her sweet, small mouth and throat impaled by a foot long, wrist thick slutfucker. That scenario, Brenda now knew, occurred on a fairly frequent basis and our lusty blonde was eager to play the voyuer. Brenda and Sissy never missed a home basketball game. All of the players on the university team were tall, muscular and black as the ace of spades. These two babes would never miss a show like that! They would arrive early to get a seat on the front row directly behind the team bench and ogle all that dusky manhood while licking their lips and fingering their swollen, moist clits under the blanket they would drape over themselves pretending to be chilled. Once, at half- time, Sissy had went searching for the Team's locker room in the hopes of "accidentally" brushing up against one of those Nubian gods when they came out for the second half. What she did discover was a back, unguarded entrance to the dressing room and showers. Sissy couldn't contain her excitement when she whispered her secret to her sex crazed nympho friend! They both realized the depraved and sordid possibilities that this discovery could offer. When the second half resumed, the two little tarts casually meandered down the back corridor and quietly slipped through the door undetected. Once inside they found that the rooms were deserted. Everyone involved with the team were out watching the game so our two sneaky friends had plenty of time to explore. They were quiet and timid as they crept through the rooms as though this were a temple- a shrine to the athletic superiority of ebony manhood. The aroma that filled the room was musky, dark and intense. The testosterone level that pervaded the air caused their heads to spin and their twats to moisten. Sissy, now completely out of control, went down the row of locker stalls gathering up the players clothes to her face while inhaling their aroma. Brenda collected a few pairs of mens bikini briefs as well as a few overly distended jock straps and stuffed them into her purse. She also began searching through their wallets, not for the purpose of stealing anything, but only to see if she could discover anything more personal about these worshipped heroes. Sissy found that nearly all of the wallets contained many pictures of gorgeous, young Caucasian girls. She recognized some of these fair skinned princesses from her classes and was suprised to find portraits of some of the school's most prim and proper southern belles. Phone numbers had been scribbled on the backs, along with pleas to "call me soon! I need it again soooo bad!" She almost came all over herself when she read some of the lust-letters that these naughty little sluts had written to these boys- vivid confessions of the effects those hard, black organs had produced. Sissy soon made a second big discovery that day- a small hatchway that led into a narrow, dark passage that was used to access the plumbing around three walls of the big open shower room. Small amounts of light penetrated into the hidden walkway from dozens of small holes and cracks in the aging tile walls and Sissy nearly came all over herself when she realized that by peeking through any one of these minuscule openings, a girl could have an unobstructed view of the entire shower room with no danger of being detected! She immediately called Brenda in to show her and the two decided to hide out in the passageway and catch the post-game show! These two oversexed slut-puppies were trembling with anticipation as they waited there in the darkness, vigorously rubbing their moist cuntlips with those sweaty, overstretched jock straps. They didn't have to wait for long. In came the victorious gladiators. Tall, proud and naked as the day they were born! Sissy and Brenda began muttering thanks to god for creating men like these- simply describing them as "well hung" would not have done them justice, these men were triple-hung! They began to shower, lathering up those 5 pound tubesteaks that have brought so much ecstasy to so many worshipful, young, white babes. Sissy became lightheaded, Brenda began to hyperventilate. Both girls were secretly wondering how it came to be that the sexual organs of the men of one race, could be so overwhelmingly superior to those of another!?! At one point Brenda looked over to her partner in crime- and was startled to find she wasn't there! 'Where could she have gone?', she frantically thought to herself, 'I hope she doesn't do something stupid and give away our secret hideaway.' Leaning forward, the sweet aroused blonde once again drank in the view of all those glorious black appendages and allowed her vivid imagination to revel in outrageously obscene thoughts. Suddenly, Brenda's heart leapt into her throat (!!) and the question of Sissy's whereabouts was answered. Before her companion's astonished eye, in walks Sissy... ... completely nude! Like a sacrificial white virgin being offered to Nubian gods, she gracefully meandered through the throng of stunned athletes, lightly running her delicate, soft hands over their dark, immaculate torsos. Consumed lust filled her stunning blue eyes, her large nipples throbbing, her frequently taken mound was swollen and very moist. Standing seductively at one end of the room, Sissy made a very obvious visual inspection of their impressive endowments. "My goodness", she exclaimed in her most southern belle drawl, "I guess my momma spoke the truth when she said you fellas were twice the men of any white boys!". "And I'll just bet they taste as good as they look." Sissy stood trembling in the middle of that shower room. She was completely surrounded by very tall, muscular black athletes. Her diminutive height (she was only 5'1") meant that her precious little kisser was no more than a few inches above those giant's navels. That meant that their super thick knobs were throbbing and bobbing right before her baby blue eyes. She didn't even have to stoop. Sissy had only to lean forward, open her soft warm mouth, and begin feasting on all those black, stiff cunt-stretchers. She did so with a shameless disregard for how a proper white man's daughter should behave! There were a total of sixteen super hung 'brothers' crowded around that ivory goddess- each one crowding in and jostling for position. Sissy made a point of giving each and every one of those bucks at least 10, deep, wet penetrations down her throat while using her hands to stimulate others in waiting. Her goal was to get each black dong to cum either in or on her white body and Sissy was determined to reach that goal. The first of those big, black, horse-length appendages began to pulse, it's owner proudly proclaiming the blast to come. Sissy spun her face around, her extended pink tongue slathering over all those massive erections till she found that most urgent one, and sealed her soft lips over that dark tip. Her delicate, pale hands cupped his heavy hanging testicles so that she could coax forth all of that black fuck seed! Sissy was very hungry! Whoosh!! The first wave of thick semen flooded that white slut's oral cavity. Her flushed, pink cheeks puffed out from the pressure and streams of hot spunk squirted from the corners of her tightly sealed lips. Sissy, not wanting any precious nigger seed to go to waste, began swallowing in great, heroic gulps. The black conquerors cream almost scalded her delicate throat but Sissy gulped on. After the studs third large spurt, Sissy, by furiously swallowing, managed to keep all the tasty juice within her cheeks but god there was just so much! The little sex slaves kisser received eleven powerful blasts of blackreproductive jism and she had faithfully savored and consumed each one. Before she could celebrate this satisfying victory, however, Sissy once again heard the familiar bellow of the wild black buck about to erupt. She began searching around that endless circle of foot-long organs, urgently seeking the one at the edge of ecstasy. By instinct, she found it and managed to get a velvety lip lock over that turgid knob just when the fireworks began! Gulp... gulp... gulp... gulp... the young white girl was in heaven. She was being fed a hot, nutritious meal- almost pure protein. This was how Sissy had always kept her hair so shiny, silky and sexy! A warm sensation began to grow within her smooth, flat tummy as the black seed began to accumulate there. Two down and fourteen to go! From her peephole, Brenda witnessed everything with a reverent awe as Sissy continued to be inter-racially face fucked and cursed herself for not having any way to permanently record such an intensely erotic scene. She silently vowed to bring along a camcorder to the next basketball game. Sissy had satisfied (temporarily) her thirst for nigger sperm only after seven studs had soaked her taster and stretched her cheeks from the sheer volume of their deposits. Her tummy was now very full and no longer flat. It bulged out as though she were 5 months pregnant! impregnated by one of these big, black conquerors!!'. When she could swallow no more, the raven-haired cocksucker began taunting all those big, bad niggers with filthy slut talk while continuing to nuzzle her angelic face over their proud poles. Her objective was to coax all the cum from all those swollen black scrotums onto her cute, ivory face. "O.K. fellas, you got these enormous black dicks that I grew up hearing so much about, lets see if they squirt as much as the myths claim they do! If you big boys give me a good soaking, then I might come back for the next game and show you how tight a white girls pussy can be!" That horny bitch dropped to her knees, leaned back her pretty little head, and looked up to see 360 degrees of converging dark fuck poles all pointed like cannons at her face. One penis began to fire away. The first surge landed on her head, soaking through her hair till Sissy felt his sperm scalding her scalp. The second blast splattered point blank onto her forehead- the third, on her button nose and outstretched tongue. The first brother to "leave his mark" was soon joined by another- their seed mixing together on the sluts face- then yet another... and another... then a fifth... sixth... seventh... and on and on! Sissy was being drenched with nigger sperm! Gobs of potent seed began coursing over her face, down her delicate, white neck and onto her perky tits where the thick, fertile liquid dripped from her swollen nipples like maple syrup. Her open, upturned mouth was now full to the brim. When she dropped her head and looked forward at least a pint spilled out over her lips and cascaded down to mix with the quarts that now coated her ivory pure figure. When the final black man was at last spent, Sissy stood up, a few pounds heavier due to her full, satisfied tummy! "You black boys sure know how to FEED a girl", she quipped, "next time I'll find out if you know how to BREED a girl!" And with that our little vixen skipped out of the room, leaving behind a trail of dripping fuck juice. From: LongRanger <jaw19@mail.airmail.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Brenda Gets Blacked! ch.9 (interracial) 9 of 9 Date: 29 Jan 1996 21:17:51 GMT Chapter 9 Stretch Me!! (If you can) Brenda proved to be no scholar! Her poor academic performance however, had nothing to do with her intelligence. Brenda was one very smart young woman. There were simply too many distractions!: Black boys in the Activities center, black boys in the athletes dorm, black boys on the intramural field, black boys... well, you get the idea. The impressionable young girl's entire day was filled with one flirtatious encounter after another. There simply wasn't any time left for study! At the beginning of her second semester, Brenda decided that she needed a course that would hold her attention, keep her more in focus. And what course did our little blue-eyed princess choose? - Adult Sexuality 101, and she did gain a lot of useful information from it. It was a very popular class among all the freshmen, and Brenda was astonished on the first day to find that it met in a large auditorium that was filled to capacity. Brenda almost smirked out loud when the instructor, a young Ph.D... candidate, in the course of his lecture, stated that " ... all studies show that the size of the male penis has no effect on the state of arousal for the female during the act of intercourse... the occurrence of orgasm is achieved primarily through mental processes." to herself, 'I've got half a mind to stand up and tell it like it is!' Brenda knew from firsthand experience that the length and thickness of a man's fuck-pole had EVERYTHING to do with how much satisfaction a girl could expect to receive. This particular professor, Brenda decided, must be one of those teeny-weiner white guys who are unable to cope with the natural fact that all men are not created equal! That thought gave the delicious blonde an idea for a T-shirt statement: It's not what you do with it... it's the size that really counts! She reveled in the thought of wearing a shirt like that into this classroom- just to watch that nerdy instructor's ego deflate. .PG Brenda was never seen on campus unaccompanied. Whenever she was walking between classes or just hanging out in the student activities center, she would always latch on to the nearest handsome, black stud available (there were always several) and submissively hug his biceps as they proceeded. Our sweet, luscious, little debutante also developed the shamefully naughty habit of kissing her big, ebony boyfriends whenever they found themselves in a crowd. Deep, wet soul kisses!, any witnesses who stood nearby could hear the little blonde swallowing and whimpering as she sucked on the studs' tongue. The diminutive blonde loved to do this, in part due to her insatiable attraction to tall, dark men, but also because Brenda absolutely adored the public attention this kind of behavior would elicit from the other students and faculty. She would watch their faces for reactions as they passed by. They were usually quite predictable: shock, frustration and humiliation from the white guys; curiosity, envy and lust from the white girls; while the other black dudes would just give them that all-knowing smile that said "yeah, my turn is coming". Being the recipient of all these looks made the ravishing little slut very horny and she usually didn't get very far with her "Othello" before she would pull her brawny escort into a nearby secluded spot for a quick taste of ebony delight. Flaunting sexual taboos in public made Brenda's panties get soaking wet!! God, what a naughty, nasty little white girl she was!! Brenda had enrolled in a black studies course to fulfill one of her electives. She wanted to learn all that she could about the black experience and thought that this would be an excellent way to do so. 'Besides', the pretty coed reasoned, 'being the only white girl in a room full of black boys can only bring positive results.' Professor Jackson was a tall, muscular man who had played football at Grambling, where he also earned a Ph.D... He was quite young (only 32), extremely handsome, and had a voice that could fill a stadium. Brenda was so hopelessly infatuated with this man that if she were ever to just touch him she just knew that she would explode in orgasms!! Prof. Jackson has a habit of pacing back and forth across the front of the room as he would lecture. He was a very militant man and he preached the rhetoric of the Black Panther party with an intense passion. Brenda was bedazzled by his aggressive charisma. Her panties always got hot and moist as she watched that black hunk pace before her. Brenda began to employ one of her old schoolgirl tricks- she sat on the front row every day and wore very short dresses! Obeying her slut-girl instincts, she would then slide way down in her chair to afford that wonderful man a most favorable view. Each time that Prof passed in front of her, Brenda would casually spread her thighs and absently lick her lips as she stared hard into his crotch. The delicate material of her panties was so thin that the outline of her soft, puffy mound and slit were easily discernible. She liked Professor Jackson very much and she knew that this would brighten his day! One day, Professor Jackson, in the course of his lecture, stopped right beside Brenda's desk. He was all fired up over a lecture on affirmative action and was giving quite an emotional performance! Brenda turned her head to look up at her idol and... WOW... just inches before her pretty button nose was a big, beefy, black man's bulge!! The professor was wearing some rather tight slacks that day and our petite slut could easily see the outline of his briefs. Brenda could not have torn her eyes away even if she had wanted to do so, and as she gawked, she noticed that it was beginning to grow!! To the white girls disbelief, that bulge began to shift and roll as though some small animal was trapped within and was slowly struggling to break free! Suddenly, there was jolt as the massive head of the black man's penis broke free of the briefs legband. A sizable portion of that bulge was now growing and snaking it's way down Professor Jackson's left leg. The white girl secretly prayed that the strained inseam of his slacks would burst open, freeing the object of what Brenda now knew was the source of every white man's worst nightmare. Brenda's nipples began to ache! Her mouth began watering uncontrollably! Her eyes bulged in disbelief as she witnessed that delicious organ grow inch by inch, by inch, by inch, by inch, by inch, by inch... Nasty, forbidden questions began to form in Brenda's pretty little head as she absently stared into that black Prof.'s crotch: How do these Black Romeo's grow such massive fuck-poles?... and why are the white boys so small in conparison?... Do all white girls secretly yearn for that bigger-nigger stretch session?... or for that matter do most of these girls even realize that the black boys who pass you in the halls every day are capable of doubling or even tripling the depth and girth of their sexual horizons?... She continued to daydream, about how those black monsters feel when they penetrate to the depth where even the white ones have been... and then comes the delicious, mind-blowing experience when they keep pushing, and stretching in for an additional six inches or so!! That's when Brenda begins climaxing- and continues her orgasms until that overgrown cunt buster withdraws with an obscene "pop". She absolutely adored the way her small, taught pussy got stretched to it's limit - like a condom over the end of a baseball bat!! Everytime that our sweet Brenda got impaled on a black lance, she wondered just how many other young, white daughters had been stretch-fucked on this particular organ? Oh what a joy it was to be a young, pretty, white girl attending a college that had so many good looking, muscular, hung blacks. Of course, she could never possibly fuck them all- but she just knew that she would have to try! The End for the present. If you would like to read more about Brenda and her friends, then I will write more - if there is enough demand. Please E-mail me at: jaw19@mail.airmail.net