Brenda gets blacked!

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I'm going to post some erotic stories that are written by other authors, mostly because I want to hear if anyone out there have an idea about how to reach the autors today- hopefully by mail. the first story is from 1996 and I post it in this thread. the second is from 1999 and comes in a second thread.
the last one is from last year I think but I'm looking for the authors mail adress.

so here it goes:


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 ******* 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 ****** 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.

 

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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

 

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part 2

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 ******** 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
****** 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, "****** 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, ******** 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!'.

 

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

 

[burim]

part 3

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 ****** 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

 

[burim]

part4

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 *****!-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.

 

[burim]

sorry, meant part 5 in the last one. Here's part 6

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 **********! 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 ***** 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, ********
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!

 

[burim]

part 7

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 ****** 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!

 

[burim]

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 ***** 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

 

[burim]

part 8

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 ****** 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!?!

 

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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

 

[burim]

part 9 (last one I have found)

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 ****** 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

 

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well that's it.

sadly, very sadly, this amazing story seems to end here. It's undoubtably one of the most wellwritten IR- sexstories I've ever read.
once again, if u know who has created this pice of art, hollar at me!
burimidugo@yahoo.com

 

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no comments yet??

I know the story is long but come on. somebody must have finished it by now?
Isn't anyone sharing my opinion about that being a great story?