Monday, August 15, 2005

4 on 1 Interracial Gangbang

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Sunday, August 07, 2005

White Butts, Chocolate Nuts

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Saturday, August 06, 2005

How it all began... (Part Two)

Now the more I thought about what Amber had asked me to do for her, the more nervous I became. Was it right? What motivated her? What about the kids? What would they think? What about Charlie? Wouldn't he be hurt? Wouldn't he hurt me if he found out I helped her pull this off? There were lots of questions and mixed-up feelings nagging at me, but as I spent more time with Amber, I was able to get a better grasp on the situation.

We started hanging out when we could, going to dinner and the movies, going shopping, etc. As I got to know her, I realized what a very sweet girl she was, and this increased my confusion about her motivation. Finally, as we were sitting alone at a picnic table at Cathedral State Park, I asked her, "Why do you want this for yourself? Why do you want to hurt Charlie, and why do you want a Black baby?"

Her answer was shocking. "I found out from one of the girls in the Marine's family support group that Charlie had cheated on me numerous times over the years. I didn't believe it, but I eventually got proof. At first I was just hurt. I was depressed. I thought about taking the kids and going to stay with my parents, but the more I thought about it, the more I changed my mind, the more I wanted to get revenge."

"So a Black baby is your idea of revenge?" I asked, my stomach sinking.

"Well, yes and no," she said. "I'm thirty-five. I'm not getting younger. I have two kids, but I always wanted another son. My husband is away in Iraq and might never come back. Besides, I just discovered that he's a total asshole."

I interrupted, "But why a Black baby?"

"I had a Black boyfriend in college. The sex was the best goddamn fucking I ever had. God, he ravaged me!" She almost shouted, then glanced around nervously as her voice echoed through the park. There was a gleam and a faraway look in her eye that I'd never seen before, and I could tell that in her mind she was back there, getting fucked over and over by her young, Black stud. "There weren't many Black boys at our school, but my boyfriend made sure I kept them all satisfied. Every Black kid on campus knew me -- and I mean knew me. The boys all loved me -- well, loved to fuck me -- and the girls all hated me."

Jesus, I thought to myself. This innocent-looking housewife had once been a total fucking slut. I just stared at her with my mouth half open, waiting for her to go on. I knew I could never look at her the same.

She continued, "Anyway, I eventually started fantasizing about having their babies. I don't know why. I knew I couldn't do it, or my dad would fucking kill me, but the fantasy became so intense that it took over my life for a while. I was on the pill and I used a diaphragm, but I used to play games with the boys when they fucked me. Every day I had Black cock, sometimes more than one or two, and I would play out my fantasy."

That faraway gleam came back to her eye, and she smiled softly. I thought about how truly beautiful she was, and I couldn't imagine those sweaty Black boys banging her, using her, and the cruel things they must have said behind her back. But she didn't seem to mind.

"I would say to them," she went on, "that I wanted them to give me a baby. I would whisper in each one's ear that his baby was the one I wanted. This would drive them so wild, so out of control. They would then fuck me harder than I'd ever been fucked before, telling me they were going to give me what I wanted, that they were going to put a Black baby in my belly so no White man would ever want to touch me again. As they fucked me, all I could think about was a Black baby growing in my belly, a little Black boy who would one day grow up to fuck White girls too. I knew that it was unlikely to happen, since I was using two forms of birth control, but in the back of my mind, I was always wishing that an 'accident' would happen, and that I would be forced to surrender to letting everyone know what a fucking whore I was when I had a beautiful Black baby for everyone to see."

She went on, describing the different games she used to play, the different ways she used to make them think that each one was going to be the father of her baby. I just sat there spellbound as she talked. I was mesmerized. I was enthralled. I suddenly wanted to fuck this girl more than anything in the world! I knew what she really wanted, but I determined then and there that if I was going to through with this, I'd make sure there was something in it for me.

To be continued...

Friday, August 05, 2005

Tough luck!

None for you, white boy!

Thursday, August 04, 2005

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Wednesday, August 03, 2005

How it all began...

My adventures with pimpin' began not too long ago when I got an email from a friend. Charles was a Marine Reservist deployed in Iraq. I was surprised to hear from him out of the blue, but I was even more puzzled when he told me that his wife Amber was going to call me. He said that he would really appreciate it if I would help her out, but he didn't say what he wanted me to help her with. Not knowing what else to say (and always ready to support our troops), I wrote back and assured him that I would help her however I could.

Now, I'd always gotten along very well with Amber, but we were never very close. As a matter of fact, I was always a bit nervous around her. She's a very, very pretty woman -- a redhead of thirty-five with the most striking blue eyes and a curvy, hourglass body (bitch got a phat azz!) -- and I never wanted Charles to get the impression that I was getting too friendly. After all, we wouldn't want a pissed-off Marine after us, would we? Anyway, I thought that she was just going to ask me to take the kids to the doctor while she was at work or something, so when she called and asked to meet me for dinner in Clarksburg, I didn't know what to think.

We met over Italian food and sat in the back of the restaurant making small talk. After a few glasses of wine, we had both started to loosen up and were telling stories about Charlie and our college days. It was nice just being with her, her sparkling laugh brightening up the dark corner in which we were sitting. She still hadn't hinted at what she needed help with, so I finally asked her. I almost spilled my wine when she gave me her answer.

"I want to get pregnant before Charlie comes back," she stated bluntly, looking me straight in the eye.

"I... uh... I..." Struggling to find the words, I looked down at the table and fiddled with my napkin. Finally, I looked up, my face blushed, and asked, "With me?"

When she laughed dismissively, I felt both a sense of relief and of disappointment. "No, not with you, silly," she said, laughing again. Then, just a little too loud for my comfort, she said, "I want a Black baby."

The old man next to us paused in mid-bite and looked at us, but his wife kicked him under the table and he went back to his meal. I quickly drained the rest of my glass and reached for the wine bottle to refill it.

"Ok," I said, "that's great, but where do I come into the picture? And what about Charlie?"

"I want you to help me," she answered. "For one thing, I live out in the middle of nowhere in West Virginia. There just aren't a lot of Black guys around. For another thing, I don't want to get attached to the guy, so it would be better if I didn't really know him very well. As a matter of fact, it would be best if there were a bunch of guys so I wouldn't really even know who the father is."

"What about Charlie?" I repeated, getting a sinking feeling in my stomach, but at the same time getting a rising feeling in my pants.

She giggled and took a sip of her wine, then playfully said, "I want to surprise him."

"If it's a surprise, why did he email me and ask me to help you with whatever you wanted?"

"He thinks I'm asking you to kill a coyote!" This time, we both laughed. "So," she went on, "can you help me? Can you find me some men? No, boys. The younger the better. And can you come with me? I'd be too nervous to do it alone."

"Boys? Come with you? I... I... guess so," I stammered. "What kind of boys?"

"Black boys, silly," she giggled. "And nothing illegal. Maybe some college boys from Morgantown or something."

"I'll see what I can do, I guess," I answered. "But no promises."

To be continued...