Love Letters to La'Damian Part 1
This is a story about La'Damian, one of the most popular and requested characters from the diaries of Black Pine. It's dedicated to his fans who enjoy reading about him, racial justice, and the love made in the black community. Racist ideals of the white man are being renounced everywhere La'Damian visits from the inner city to their suburbs. Marriage and oaths of monogamy are no excuse to deny him. The white race has lost to black power and La'Damian is there to secure its future.
The breathing from the bedroom was hot and heavy.
The box spring underneath them squealed in rhythm like a happy chorus. The grunting and muffled moans sounded painful but, in fact, were sounds of much needed pleasure experienced by the two. Linda kept her chin low on the mattress with her ass raised high. She just let it happen ... being taken with masculine hands gripping her hips. Linda was getting fucked from behind.
Linda was an attractive woman in her early 30's. A slender redhead, she was normally modest. But not with sex, not anymore. The penetration was deep, unrelenting, and aggressive. Her lover was powerful and determined. Thrust after thrust La'Damian gave Linda the dick a married woman needed. But La'Damian wasn't her husband.
La'Damian was an 18-year old teenager with an athletic build. He took his time throwing his loins into Linda. His hard, frustrated cock fucked the wits out of her. La'Damian was usually a kind, young man. But cheating wives, like Linda, wouldn't let him live a quiet life. They turned him into a god ... a demanding black god getting pussy from married, white girls! Sweat ran down La'Damian's cheek as he gave Linda nearly every inch of his manhood stretching to 10 inches in hungry length. The aroused teen let out heavy breathes of air. His mind was thinking one thing, that was relief by dumping thick semen brewing in his testicles into Linda's womb. He could feel his heavy balls swing forwards and back. The sensation was overwhelming and electrifying but demanding.
Linda looked ahead, unable to speak or think straight. All she felt physically and spiritually, was La'Damian's cock penetrating and pushing deep inside her. She surrendered her body to him, his cock was all that mattered to her. "Fu ... fuc ... fuck me ..." Linda whispered and begged, "... please ..." Her eyes look past her left hand but didn't give a moment pause over her wedding band. Her marriage meant nothing when La'Damian was inside her. Linda was anxious for the teen to call her a "whore" or "slut", because it made her feel dirty. But La'Damian said nothing. He spoke to Linda through this steady pace fucking her. Linda understood he only wanted to use her to "get off" and it suited her just fine.
La'Damian looked down and saw the little, cute ass in front of him. The creamy, white flesh was beautifully round, not too firm and not flabby. Using his cock as a spear, he lunged ahead and pushed it into pussy. The pretty ass took the forward motion and cushioned his momentum. La'Damian gave another lunge, using all of his teen-aged strength. Again, the white ass was there. The teen threw his hips and grunted, "Fuckin' hate white!" The submissive white female, kneeling in front of him, represented the white race he despised so much. It was only right he got to fuck. His continuous 'fucking', the endless thrusts, drove Linda into madness who rolled her eyes. All of her higher brain functions were fucked out leaving a dumb, sex puppet. She dropped her left check flat on the bed sheet soaked with her drool. Linda let out a loud, broken moan as if she had lost her soul to the young, black man. Every forward push, every exhausted yelp his white girl gasped was a victory for him. Wet drool … the sticky saliva … the spit, lathered her ring underneath her lips. La'Damian pushed forward and Linda dropped off her knees and flat on her belly. The young teen looked almost supernatural gyrating his ass and making his back arch and roll with his shoulders. He grunted and roared as Linda let out a long squeal.
“Eeeeeeaaaaahhhh … fuck!” cursed Linda as she felt a hot wave of orgasmic convulsions. Even her toes tingled. La'Damian dumped his hot semen deep into her womb with one long squeeze after another. He let out painfully sounded gasps as he pushed out the last of the thick globs of cum. La'Damian tried to catch his breath and sweat dropped on Linda's shoulder blade. He pushed himself up and put his back against the beat up headboard. He wiped his wet forehead hoping his head would stop spinning. The teen needed to collect his thoughts but he felt his knees being pushed apart.
Linda had followed him and put her head between his legs. She purred like a feline and grabbed La'Damian's sticky, rubbery cock with her left hand. Linda gave it a couple jerks and spat. She covered her ring more than La'Damian's cock-flesh. But she lowered her head and started making loud sounds slurping on it. La'Damian needed to recover but couldn't help notice that wet, warm feeling over the tip of his cock. When Linda massaged his balls, the electric feeling made him lift his ass. “Slut … fuckin' white slut!” he said to her. But he might as well had spoken to himself.
Linda acted the mindless whore feeding on cock in her mouth. Only a single thought was her empty head … breeding. She worshiped the sex organ in her mouth and hand. As she coaxed it to grow again, so did her feminine desires. Blasting out hot air out from her nostrils she started to seethe and make sounds of a woman starved. Linda was determined to get more dick and semen filling her womb.
La'Damian wanted to push her off but … his cock was thinking for him. The power he had between his legs was too much to ignore. The back of his head smacked the headboard when he threw it back in sexual confusion. He felt his dick stiffen again and its plump cock-head swell. La'Damian let out a long deep breath as he watched the top of Linda's red-haired head move up and down. He began to think about how to fuck her again. Linda looked at her black bull and opened her mouth just enough to whisper, “... more ...”.
Slurp … slurp … slurp … made the noises from Linda's mouth. She believed La'Damian's black cock was the most beautiful thing in her life. It was her life. It brought her happiness, bliss, and most importantly … purpose.
Slurp … slurp … slurp … and a black hand reached out and grabbed Linda's red hair. Her head wasn't going far. “You're a slut, Linda.” La'Damian whispered. Linda opened her eyes with quite a twinkle in them. Even with a mouthful of plump dick, you could see her smile.
But came a cry from the hallway, “La'Damian! Get that white girl out of the house! Don't miss that bus!” said his mother, Aggie.
La'Damian pushed Linda off and tried to squirm off the mattress. “No, no, no … I got to go!” he told her. But Linda pleaded, “Let me give you more pussy, sweetheart!” The begging white girl, needy for his black cock, fueled La'Damian ego, but his mother would hear no more of it. Aggie stepped into La'Damian's bedroom, put her hands to her hips and scolded Linda, “White girl, get the fuck out! My son is done with you!”
Linda pouted and put a finger to her lower lip. She looked at Aggie then turned to La'Damian waiting for him to defend her. La'Damian saw the “poor, little white girl” look on Linda's face and thought nothing but fucking her. He was ready and so was she. Having his mother storm into the room didn't make the teen's dick any less hard. If only he had a little more time.
La'Damian went to his feet and Linda instinctively laid on her back with her feet up off the sheets. La'Damian then grabbed Linda's left ankle while he pleaded to his mama, “I just need a little more time!” Aggie huffed at her son's defiance and watched him grab Linda's right ankle before pushing both of her feet back making her spread her thighs. Excited, Linda panted “I'm ready for you, baby! Put that cock inside me!”
Aggie looked down between Linda's spread legs and saw the white goo her son had spent inside Linda's dripping pussy. Aggie had enough. She put her hand on her son's broad left shoulder and pulled him back. “Fuck, no! You're not the only one who needs to get his freak on! I want you out of the house. And on time!” she yelled. Being a good son, La'Damian let go of Linda's ankles and stepped away. He looked down at the floor and apologized to the white girl, “I'm sorry, we can't fuck anymore.” he said softly.
Aggie shoved Linda's clothes to the red head and rushed her out of the room. Still naked and walking on the balls of her feet, Linda begged to stay as she was shown the front door. “I'm still horny!” Linda complained. Aggie just replied, “Yeah, yeah … you're a proper white girl now. Good, obedient and … fucked! … Like you white girls should be!” Aggie smacked Linda on her white ass before pushing the screen door open for her. “But ... get the fuck out!” Aggie said and Linda stumbled down the stairs with her clothes in hand, naked and aroused.
Aggie slammed the door and cursed, “Fuckin' white girls! So gawd-damn needy! ” Aggie turned to the hallway when she heard the shower run in the bathroom. “You got ten minutes then you are out the door!” she yelled.
Less than a hour later,
La'Damian rested his head on the glass as he sat in the window seat. The express bus to Inner City was well on its way on the highway, roaring and belching its smoke as it carried its passengers into the urban centers. La'Damian had come along way since he had relocated from Inner City to Black Pine. He and his mother left the urban streets hoping to live the dreams of black utopia. “White Pine” got woke and elected its first black mayor. Is was the first, small step to racial justice. The next was shedding its white privilege image and renamed itself to “Black Pine”.
Before he was sexually active with white women, La'Damian roamed the Inner City neighborhood with his buddies. However, the racist and over funded, law enforcement Inner City Police, aka the ICP, preyed on young black men. The ICP harassed and agitated African American men nearing too close into gentrified areas. As if the unsympathetic businesses like pawn shops, bail bondsman, and payday loans weren't disrespectful enough, they disrespected their black women. Corrupt men lured their blossoming, young black women. The women were being enticed to help live out the sexually inadequate fantasies of white males. Money, fame, or just crude prostitution were promised. As usual, white men were disgraceful and desperate to think they could enjoy the bliss black women were capable of giving.
To bright, young men like La'Damian this did not go unnoticed. White businesses worked to steal their money. The white police force worked to steal their rights. The white men worked to steal black pussy. For men like La'Damian, they screamed out “No!” Just the memories of white oppression was enough to grit his teeth and clench his fists. If he had a rock, he would toss it through the glass of a bail bondsman. If he had a crowbar, he would break the doors open of the nearest payday loan and share all proceeds with the community. If a bigoted, white man stood in his way, he would punch him in the jaw and kick him in the gut as he was falling down. He hated racists!
Images of Linda flashed through his head. He felt his manhood between his legs twitch and pulsate. He needed to hate-fuck a white girl. Linda was submissive and obedient. La'Damian didn't have to care about her. He just needed her to take his black dick. It was only a matter of time he would knock her up and sending her white husband into a nervous breakdown. The thought of having Linda walk around the trailer park with a plump belly trading blowjobs for money put a smile on his face. He would be too busy making a baby with another white girl in his bedroom.
Trading buses at the depot, La'Damian was on his way to his childhood neighborhood. He missed his two best friends, Titus and Booker. Titus was tall and dreamed being an NBA star. But he watched his teammates recruited by colleges. His opportunity came and went and a scholarship never materialized. Booker was shorter and more funny. He incorporated his muscular physique into his humor. Booker intimidated plenty of white boys with just a simple stare.
However, La'Damian missed most were the Brown sisters. Their names were Keisha and the older sister, Jada. La'Damian had long had a crush on Jada. She was older than he and had just turned twenty one. He had long eyed Jada and watched her bloom out of adolescence. Her face glowed. Her body had beautiful curves that hypnotized men. La'Damian thought himself too young and inexperienced to approach such an ideal example of black womanhood. Jada was intelligent too. Out of high school, she made her way into the city college to study racial justice. She wanted to be judged by her intelligence rather than her fuck-able body. For the longest time, La'Damian overlooked Keisha for her older sister. Until that one day.
La'Damian put his wireless ear buds in and rested his head against the glass window. He re-lived his first experience “noticing” Keisha. It was a hot, summer evening. The sun was setting and blessed the neighborhood with its light. La'Damian was returning home after some pick up games of basketball at a neighborhood court with his friends. At the street corner, was Keisha. Just as she turned “legal”, and turned from “cute” to damn-hot. He saw Keisha at the end of the block at the corner of the street. She was in tight shorts, heels, and a crop top. Keisha looked different, grown up … ready to be part of the adult community. But something was different and wrong. Keisha looked confused and lost. She was being talked to by a white man who stepped out of his beat up pick up truck. The white man was all smilin' and waving his hands around. When he made Keisha giggle, La'Damian had seen enough.
Hurrying down the street, La'Damian worked his way to the corner when Keisha put her finger to her lips and shook her head, apparently refusing the white man's offer. La'Damian was getting closer to the corner. Neither Keisha or her suitor noticed him. La'Damian could feel his heart race. He could smell the hot blood running through the vessels in his nose. The white-man took out a roll of bills from his pocket. Damn him! How dare he! Keisha was hypnotized and she was becoming seduced by his words and the green in his palm. The damn-hot teen girl was not experienced in her sexuality and didn't know she was taken advantage of.
Just a few strides away, just a few strides … if only La'Damian could move his feet faster and lift his legs harder. The white-man had stuck his left thumb into Keisha's mouth. Keisha closed her eyes and bobbed her head once and then again. No, Keisha! No, gawd-damnit! La'Damian cursed himself. He wanted to yell out, tell her to stop and run away. But a nearby import-coupe roared by with its overpowered bass drowning his voice out. Keisha's hand reached out and took the man's free hand, clasping the bills in between. She pulled her mouth off of the white thumb-appendage and looked up into the man's pale eyes with her mouth partly open, her beautiful mind emptied thanks to promises and disrespectful tribute for her body.
Keisha needed only to lift and drop her chin once to agree to the white-man's terms and live up to her part of the bargain. In return, the sexual predator would make her feel “beautiful” and wanted. But she was black and already beautiful. Keisha committed to the idea of being a sex object for this “male”. She was ready, her body had craved a need. The “male” had corrupted her to trade her dignity for a white man's pleasure. It might not be so bad, thought the naive young lady. When she lifted her chin, ready to nod, La'Damian rushed in and pulled her way by her waist. “What the fuck are you doing, Keisha?” he said.
The white-man looked very irritated, as Keisha snapped out of her trance. If only the white-man gave Keisha the time and the respect to answer La'Damian, he may have well had a chance to go home only sexually frustrated. But the predator went racist and raised his voice to La'Damian. It was a contest who had the biggesr ock on the street corner. It sure didn't belong to a white piece of shit. La'Damian showed patience giving the white-man time to show his true bigotry describing Keisha his “street corner 'ho”. How disrespectful! La'Damian smacked the white man across his left cheek to shut him up, stunning the bigot. The white-man was speechless and left with the choices to fight for his white pride or run. Emotionally paralyzed, the white-man just stood with an open mouth. La'Damian pushed him and pushed him again. “What are you going to do? Huh? What are you going to do?” he taunted him.
Keisha giggled and enjoyed the white-man's humiliation. Keisha's laughter hurt more than La'Damian's “smack” but didn't hurt more than La'Damian's fist. A full stretched right arm landed a mighty, black fist into his white nose! Crunch! The white-man stumbled backwards into his pick-up's driver side door. Cash bills floated to the broken concrete below. Keisha let out a loud, immodest burst of laughter, “Oh, gawd!” The white-man felt butt-hurt and weakened. He used up what was left of his pride to keep himself from crying. Mercifully, La'Damian planted his feet and told him to “Get the fuck off our streets!”
With his money on the ground, the white-man sniffled and bent over to pick them up. But La'Damian kicked him in the rear and sent him head first into this truck, putting a dent in it. La'Damian said in a deep, commanding voice “I said … get the fuck out!” Keisha laughed and clapped. The white-man looked back and saw La'Damian stuff the bills into his own pocket.
“But that's my money.” complained the white-man. But La'Damian pretended he didn't hear. The white-man had nothing left to do but climb into his truck and return home with only his right palm as his best friend.
“Are you alright?” La'Damian asked Keisha as he put his hands on her tiny shoulders. Keisha just calmly smiled and looked into his eyes. La'Damian was relieved. Maybe, he thought, Keisha would put in a good word to her sister, Jada, for him. But Keisha had other ideas. She knew then and there, he was the one. He was a true man, fighting for her and what it meant to be black. Keisha nodded, leaned in and gave him a tender kiss on the lips. She then took his right hand and led him to the nearby brownstone stairs.
In her front room,
Keisha had La'Damian sit in the center of her couch. She stood in front of him, teasing with her breasts in his face before leaning and giving him a long kiss. Her puffy lips rubbed against his. She then brought the fingers of her right hand down La'Damian's handsome face from his forehead to his chin. The young man honestly didn't know what he was in for until Keisha stepped back and began undressing. With the new found confidence of a woman, she began pulling off her clothes and showed La'Damian her beautiful, naked body. When her breasts “popped” out, they hypnotized La'Damian who only realized how much Keisha had blossomed. They were so beautiful, round and fresh and worthy to grab any black man's attention. Her nipples were perfect and ripe to be sucked on. When Keisha pulled own her pants and stood there naked before him, La'Damian let out a muffled gasp realizing he was blessed with this wonderful, black woman.
Keisha grinned, realizing the trance she had put La'Damian under. Jada was right when she told her she was ready for sex. Her older sister lectured her that she needed to prepare to show unity with her black brothers. No matter how much she may want to resist, she won't be able to fight nature from filling her need to suck dick. Keisha dropped to her knees and put her right hand on his crotch. She felt the stiffened mound. At first, it was awkward. But she quickly overcame her shyness. Keisha unzipped and pulled down his pants until his stiff cock sprang out. She gave a look of surprise and excitement. Covering her mouth at first, she was in awe in its size. This was a hard cock and it was for her! She smiled and gripped it with her right hand. On a few occasions, she had seen Jada give blowjobs to different black guys. Some college students, some of them professors, a few were a quite older. But Keisha had witnessed from afar and from the dark. She usually sneaked away before intercourse. After her sister's rituals, Keisha wondered if she would ever be up for having a man's organ penetrate her, let alone put into her mouth. Feeling its power, Keisha gave La'Damian's cock a playful tug. She noticed how La'Damian shivered in his seat. She looked at his she took command of before peering into La'Damian's eyes. His eyes were begging her to “do it”. Keisha cleared her throat remembering her older sister and what she did with a cock in her hand. Lowering her head, Keisha put cock into her mouth. A black cock.
La'Damian let out a deep breath of air as he felt Keisha's warm mouth engulf his manhood. The warm tongue stroked his rough flesh. Her beautiful lips puckered the sensitive, purple cock-head. “I'm doing this … I'm doing this ...” Keisha thought to herself as she bobbed her head down. What was once whispered as “nasty” quickly became curious then very … erotic. La'Damian's cock-flesh tasted musky, organic, and dirty but in a strangely good way. When she tasted pre-cum dripping on her tongue she let out a wild, unexpected gasp. She lifted her head and took in a deep breath. This wasn't a thumb stuck into her mouth but cock meant to coax and spew hot semen and cum. If she wanted, Keisha could stop and run away. Maybe, later and apologize and explain to him she wasn't ready to go further. But Keisha decided what she wanted to be. She lowered her head and welcomed the man-flavor and gave it a thick coat of her spit. She wanted to suck cock. La'Damian lifted his ass and resisted putting his hand on the top of Keisha's head. Fueled with pleasure, he whined and moaned feeling his erect, steel man-organ disappear and reappear in and out of Keisha's warm mouth.
Keisha began licking his giant balls. She learned that from watching Jada. It seemed to drive the men wild. Keisha worshiped the testicles, put her nose against it, and smelled his natural perfume. Instinctively, Keisha reached to her pussy with her left hand. Her clit needed to be touched and it was very wet there. She couldn't deny her body's needs any longer. The arousal she felt was like being *****, if Keisha had experienced alcohol. She couldn't believe how easily she lost control over her body and her mind. Keisha plopped La'Damian's cock out of her mouth and looked at closely, “Oh, my gawd! I need to be fucked by this!” she whispered to herself. Her sister was right, black cock needed to go inside her. It was made to be hard and penetrate her. The large plump cock-head was pulsating. Keisha couldn't believe she once was frightened of it. But she was becoming a woman.
Feeling empowered, Keisha stood up off her knees. She was ready for this moment. The idea of men, pushing their meaty sex organ inside of her, made feel good about herself and beautiful. Keisha straddled La'Damian who put his hands over her round breasts. He panted, breathed out hot air. Keisha felt him palming her titties and that made her feel proud. She grabbed his cock by the shaft and rubbed it across her clit. She jerked at the hips at the unexpected jolt of pleasure when La'Damian's anxious manhood touched her pussy. But Keisha lowered her ass with La'Damian now grabbing her by the hips. She let out a short grunt like someone just stomped on her toes. La'Damian let out a flare of hot air from his nostrils. Keisha wanted to go slow but her lover bucked his loins and plopped his cock-head inside her blooming womanhood. She cursed at herself, took a long deep breath, and dropped her body.
“Uuuugh … ah … ah … AH!” Keisha grunted as La'Damian slammed his eyes closed and opened his mouth at the wonderful, warm, and tight feeling around his cock. He had penetrated her pushing through and Keisha dropped her ass further as a tear ran down her glowing, right cheek. “Oh, gawd! Fuck!” she let out as she felt a sharp, penetrating pain. La'Damian put his hands across her ass and seemed to enjoy the discomfort she was enduring. She wanted to lock her knees, giving her a moment of pause but La'Damian's natural, masculine instinct had him buck his hips again so he could push his cock another inch, or two, inside's Keisha's pussy.
“Oh, La'Damian ...” cried out Keisha for more time but her man about jumped out of his seat. La'Damian needed more cock inside of her. His natural, masculine instincts took over and used his strength from his seat with Keisha straddling him to launch his cock. Another one or two inches pushed it's way in. Keisha dropped her jaw and rolled her eyes. Blurred images phased in and out of her mind. She didn't believe Jada when told she would be needing this daily once she started “fuckin'”.
Keisha let out a broken moan and shuddered her shoulders. She arched her back and pushed out her breasts into La'Damian's face. She felt impaled by the black teen's cock. La'Damian grunted again and lifted himself up, each time managing to get more dick deeper into Keisha's tight womb. Struggling for little help from Keisha, La'Damian figured he needed to be the man and make the moves to get his whole organ inside of her. Keisha's eyes still rolled to the back of her head, drool dripped from the side of her mouth. She whined but relaxed her thighs and spread just enough to have her pussy open enough to feel every black inch of La'Damian's cock inside of her.
Each moaned realizing they made a union of black man and his woman. Keisha sniffled, the discomfort was difficult for her to understand. La'Damian put a part of him inside of her. It wanted to be inside … it needed. She accepted the importance of having a black man's cock inside of her. Keisha opened her eyes and looked into the ceiling and asked the black gods in heaven how long must she take this. La'Damian started pawing her breasts. Once, they were forbidden. Now, they were ready to be taken by black men. Only for those who shown to be dominant, aggressive, and man enough. Keisha was becoming the newest black queen of the neighborhood.
La'Damian wanted to start “fucking”. He pushed up his loins, signaling Keisha to begin riding him. She only responded with a mumbled, “... fuck ...”. He did again but grabbed her hips tight. “ … fuck … FUCK!” said Keisha who made eye contact with him. She started riding him. With each move of her hips, the pain subsided replaced with feelings of pleasure and righteousness. Her body rewarded her for the gestures of mating with sexual, primal sensations of euphoria. Like a drug, her high only lasted a fleeting moment before needing cock to slide in and out of her again. She moaned, giving off a happy and positive vibe. Keisha wrapped her arms around La'Damian's neck and gave him a kiss before starting to ride him.
The beautiful couple started their mating ritual by rubbing their bodies against each other. La'Damian's masculine hands caressed Keisha's soft skin. A squeeze of a breast here, a respectful grab of her ass there, was welcomed by the blossoming, young woman. Keisha felt every inch, every bulging vein in La'Damian's cock pulsating inside her. She knew sex will be most important from there on and committed to make it center of her new life.
Keisha and La'Damian looked in each other's eyes, nose-to-nose. Keisha grunted, enjoying the filling feeling as the pain and discomfort was vanishing. She started grunting louder in timed rhythm. La'Damian couldn't resist putting his hands on Keisha's breasts. They were warm and firm. His face contorted. His emotions rocked. With the teen girl in control riding him, he growled realizing he needed to “fuck” and pump his cock into Keisha's wet hole. Keisha calmly put her palms on La'Damian's broad shoulders. She was perfectly confident. With a look into his eyes, she demanded respect. Keisha felt the several, great inches of friction and penetration into her pussy each time she lifted and dropped her ass. With a relieving outburst of a laugh, Keisha fell forward into La'Damian, resting her breasts on his chest. Sex felt so good and she didn't want to do anything else.
The couple panted in each other's arms. La'Damian was too anxious for the moment of rest and he gripped Keisha's hips urging her move her ass. Keisha whipped her head in front of his and looked into his eyes. She gave him a passionate kiss with her puffy lips. Their tongues danced with each other. When their lips parted, Keisha put out a teasing, erotic pout. She was ready for her man to take control and fuck his black goddess.
La'Damian used all his strength to lift Keisha using the muscles in his thighs. He turned to the side and put Keisha on her back. Her legs lifted, putting her knees near his shoulders. Several inches of La'Damian's cock, still hard as an excited 18 year old black male would be, was still snug inside Keisha's twat. He pushed forward, throwing out his loins and shoving his dick deep into her. Keisha, overwhelmed by the power of black cock, arched her back and gaped open her mouth. She gasped for a quick breath of air. But La'Damian's lunge felt like his dick was two feet long. Both teens began moaning loud. With their blissful cries of sexual bonding, they joined the community as black adults, warriors making their city more beautiful and fantastic.
La'Damian acted like a man, a dominant alpha-male. He grunted each time he pushed his thick organ inside Keisha. Keisha moaned. She had surrendered her body underneath the weight of her lover taking control of her body. She put her hands on La'Damian's ass and gripped it. It felt so naughty to grab a man's naked ass. Keisha enjoyed feeling naughty. “... fuck … fuck … fuck ...” she kept repeating. La'Damian put his nose into her neck and unable to say anything but his grunts. His mind was nowhere but inside pussy. Keisha took in a sudden gasp of air, then another. Something new was happening inside of her, not just the man-cock in her womb.
Keisha wrapped her arms around La'Damian's waist and arched her back. “... ah … ugh … ah ...” she voiced like a woman gasping for air and wanting help. But her lover was committed to impaling her with black cock over and over again. Her tight pussy was stretching open welcoming his black spear and he wasn't going to stop.
“Fucking, gawd-damn ! Mother fucking yes!” roared Keisha who had her first black-cock induced orgasm. Her feet shuddered and more spit ran down both sides of her mouth. Not getting any sympathetic reaction from La'Damian, she bucked her hips again. Her feminine instincts worked to get more cock inside her and coax it to spit its thick, sticky cream. Keisha felt another wave of energy envelop her and exhaled softly. But the inexperienced teen goddess wasn't prepared what would happen next. La'Damian growled in her ear. His balls ached and felt fever-hot and needed relief. He shoved his loins with a strength of a football running back pushing Keisha's thighs apart more. If she was going to be sexually active, she would need to be more flexible. Keisha realized the need black men have for pussy, her pussy. Her mind twirled. She was dick *****.
The couple roared in unison. Thick globs of semen and cum spewed out of La'Damian's cock. His dick twitched and pulsated. It seemed to stretch in girth in its final moments up to ejaculation. The energy in his testicles were enough to push out stream after stream of joyous, love fluids inside Keisha's womb. Keisha's eyes popped open wide. She felt the hot cum inside her pussy making her feel warm inside. All the discomfort she put up with was worth this special moment. She caught her breath and wrapped her arms tight around her lover who deposited a part of him inside of her. La'Damian recovered and looked into Keisha's beautiful face. She was just as cute and innocent looking but something was different about her. Keisha was more mature, more adult, more sexual.
La'Damian pushed up using his knees as leverage. When his half-erect cock pulled out of Keisha's pussy, she let out a couple gasps having to feel him leave their union. Warm semen dripped out making her a completed woman. La'Damian stood on his knees on the sofa cushion taking a deep breath of cool air after winning his black girl. His large, satisfied cock was swinging below. Keisha was comfortable looking at it smothered with splotches of cum. His cock-head was fat and purple and Keisha smiled enjoying the idea of having it in her mouth. Keisha liked looking at it.
So did Jada.
Keisha's older sister had just walked through the front door just as La'Damian pulled his cock out of her sister's twat. Returning from studies, she didn't expect her younger sister to start fucking. Jada and La'Damian exchanged stares. La'Damian stood naked and sweaty in front of the woman he long had a crush for. But he was frozen like a statue and didn't know what to say or do. He followed Jada's eyes which locked on his cock, up to his eyes, and back down again. Jada silently nodded and gave her approval before walking to her room.
The music
playing in La'Damian's head had come to end just when the bus pulled up to the corner. Peeling the ear buds off, he stood and walked off the bus. He was back in his old neighborhood where he became a man, ready and strong. Near the corner waiting for him were his good friends Booker and Titus. They laughed and gave each other high-fives. The air was hot, humid, and steamy over the smell of diesel. But they had the energy to do anything young men are capable of doing. The three walked off planning their next adventure.
Unnoticed, strolling down the street, was an overly expensive SUV visiting the black neighborhood. An ugly, pale-skinned, skinny, white man was behind its wheel. The thin-framed man with a comb over wearing cheap $29 prescription glasses swiveled his head up and down the common way. He was a looker, a pervert, and a predator whose tiny, “little head” was acting both a brain and a compass. The black neighborhood may have its beauty but ugliness, the ugliness of white racism paid a visit. For a good man like La'Damian and his friends, much more work was needed to defeat the white man, his culture, and his bigotry.
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This is a story about La'Damian, one of the most popular and requested characters from the diaries of Black Pine. It's dedicated to his fans who enjoy reading about him, racial justice, and the love made in the black community. Racist ideals of the white man are being renounced everywhere La'Damian visits from the inner city to their suburbs. Marriage and oaths of monogamy are no excuse to deny him. The white race has lost to black power and La'Damian is there to secure its future.
The breathing from the bedroom was hot and heavy.
The box spring underneath them squealed in rhythm like a happy chorus. The grunting and muffled moans sounded painful but, in fact, were sounds of much needed pleasure experienced by the two. Linda kept her chin low on the mattress with her ass raised high. She just let it happen ... being taken with masculine hands gripping her hips. Linda was getting fucked from behind.
Linda was an attractive woman in her early 30's. A slender redhead, she was normally modest. But not with sex, not anymore. The penetration was deep, unrelenting, and aggressive. Her lover was powerful and determined. Thrust after thrust La'Damian gave Linda the dick a married woman needed. But La'Damian wasn't her husband.
La'Damian was an 18-year old teenager with an athletic build. He took his time throwing his loins into Linda. His hard, frustrated cock fucked the wits out of her. La'Damian was usually a kind, young man. But cheating wives, like Linda, wouldn't let him live a quiet life. They turned him into a god ... a demanding black god getting pussy from married, white girls! Sweat ran down La'Damian's cheek as he gave Linda nearly every inch of his manhood stretching to 10 inches in hungry length. The aroused teen let out heavy breathes of air. His mind was thinking one thing, that was relief by dumping thick semen brewing in his testicles into Linda's womb. He could feel his heavy balls swing forwards and back. The sensation was overwhelming and electrifying but demanding.
Linda looked ahead, unable to speak or think straight. All she felt physically and spiritually, was La'Damian's cock penetrating and pushing deep inside her. She surrendered her body to him, his cock was all that mattered to her. "Fu ... fuc ... fuck me ..." Linda whispered and begged, "... please ..." Her eyes look past her left hand but didn't give a moment pause over her wedding band. Her marriage meant nothing when La'Damian was inside her. Linda was anxious for the teen to call her a "whore" or "slut", because it made her feel dirty. But La'Damian said nothing. He spoke to Linda through this steady pace fucking her. Linda understood he only wanted to use her to "get off" and it suited her just fine.
La'Damian looked down and saw the little, cute ass in front of him. The creamy, white flesh was beautifully round, not too firm and not flabby. Using his cock as a spear, he lunged ahead and pushed it into pussy. The pretty ass took the forward motion and cushioned his momentum. La'Damian gave another lunge, using all of his teen-aged strength. Again, the white ass was there. The teen threw his hips and grunted, "Fuckin' hate white!" The submissive white female, kneeling in front of him, represented the white race he despised so much. It was only right he got to fuck. His continuous 'fucking', the endless thrusts, drove Linda into madness who rolled her eyes. All of her higher brain functions were fucked out leaving a dumb, sex puppet. She dropped her left check flat on the bed sheet soaked with her drool. Linda let out a loud, broken moan as if she had lost her soul to the young, black man. Every forward push, every exhausted yelp his white girl gasped was a victory for him. Wet drool … the sticky saliva … the spit, lathered her ring underneath her lips. La'Damian pushed forward and Linda dropped off her knees and flat on her belly. The young teen looked almost supernatural gyrating his ass and making his back arch and roll with his shoulders. He grunted and roared as Linda let out a long squeal.
“Eeeeeeaaaaahhhh … fuck!” cursed Linda as she felt a hot wave of orgasmic convulsions. Even her toes tingled. La'Damian dumped his hot semen deep into her womb with one long squeeze after another. He let out painfully sounded gasps as he pushed out the last of the thick globs of cum. La'Damian tried to catch his breath and sweat dropped on Linda's shoulder blade. He pushed himself up and put his back against the beat up headboard. He wiped his wet forehead hoping his head would stop spinning. The teen needed to collect his thoughts but he felt his knees being pushed apart.
Linda had followed him and put her head between his legs. She purred like a feline and grabbed La'Damian's sticky, rubbery cock with her left hand. Linda gave it a couple jerks and spat. She covered her ring more than La'Damian's cock-flesh. But she lowered her head and started making loud sounds slurping on it. La'Damian needed to recover but couldn't help notice that wet, warm feeling over the tip of his cock. When Linda massaged his balls, the electric feeling made him lift his ass. “Slut … fuckin' white slut!” he said to her. But he might as well had spoken to himself.
Linda acted the mindless whore feeding on cock in her mouth. Only a single thought was her empty head … breeding. She worshiped the sex organ in her mouth and hand. As she coaxed it to grow again, so did her feminine desires. Blasting out hot air out from her nostrils she started to seethe and make sounds of a woman starved. Linda was determined to get more dick and semen filling her womb.
La'Damian wanted to push her off but … his cock was thinking for him. The power he had between his legs was too much to ignore. The back of his head smacked the headboard when he threw it back in sexual confusion. He felt his dick stiffen again and its plump cock-head swell. La'Damian let out a long deep breath as he watched the top of Linda's red-haired head move up and down. He began to think about how to fuck her again. Linda looked at her black bull and opened her mouth just enough to whisper, “... more ...”.
Slurp … slurp … slurp … made the noises from Linda's mouth. She believed La'Damian's black cock was the most beautiful thing in her life. It was her life. It brought her happiness, bliss, and most importantly … purpose.
Slurp … slurp … slurp … and a black hand reached out and grabbed Linda's red hair. Her head wasn't going far. “You're a slut, Linda.” La'Damian whispered. Linda opened her eyes with quite a twinkle in them. Even with a mouthful of plump dick, you could see her smile.
But came a cry from the hallway, “La'Damian! Get that white girl out of the house! Don't miss that bus!” said his mother, Aggie.
La'Damian pushed Linda off and tried to squirm off the mattress. “No, no, no … I got to go!” he told her. But Linda pleaded, “Let me give you more pussy, sweetheart!” The begging white girl, needy for his black cock, fueled La'Damian ego, but his mother would hear no more of it. Aggie stepped into La'Damian's bedroom, put her hands to her hips and scolded Linda, “White girl, get the fuck out! My son is done with you!”
Linda pouted and put a finger to her lower lip. She looked at Aggie then turned to La'Damian waiting for him to defend her. La'Damian saw the “poor, little white girl” look on Linda's face and thought nothing but fucking her. He was ready and so was she. Having his mother storm into the room didn't make the teen's dick any less hard. If only he had a little more time.
La'Damian went to his feet and Linda instinctively laid on her back with her feet up off the sheets. La'Damian then grabbed Linda's left ankle while he pleaded to his mama, “I just need a little more time!” Aggie huffed at her son's defiance and watched him grab Linda's right ankle before pushing both of her feet back making her spread her thighs. Excited, Linda panted “I'm ready for you, baby! Put that cock inside me!”
Aggie looked down between Linda's spread legs and saw the white goo her son had spent inside Linda's dripping pussy. Aggie had enough. She put her hand on her son's broad left shoulder and pulled him back. “Fuck, no! You're not the only one who needs to get his freak on! I want you out of the house. And on time!” she yelled. Being a good son, La'Damian let go of Linda's ankles and stepped away. He looked down at the floor and apologized to the white girl, “I'm sorry, we can't fuck anymore.” he said softly.
Aggie shoved Linda's clothes to the red head and rushed her out of the room. Still naked and walking on the balls of her feet, Linda begged to stay as she was shown the front door. “I'm still horny!” Linda complained. Aggie just replied, “Yeah, yeah … you're a proper white girl now. Good, obedient and … fucked! … Like you white girls should be!” Aggie smacked Linda on her white ass before pushing the screen door open for her. “But ... get the fuck out!” Aggie said and Linda stumbled down the stairs with her clothes in hand, naked and aroused.
Aggie slammed the door and cursed, “Fuckin' white girls! So gawd-damn needy! ” Aggie turned to the hallway when she heard the shower run in the bathroom. “You got ten minutes then you are out the door!” she yelled.
Less than a hour later,
La'Damian rested his head on the glass as he sat in the window seat. The express bus to Inner City was well on its way on the highway, roaring and belching its smoke as it carried its passengers into the urban centers. La'Damian had come along way since he had relocated from Inner City to Black Pine. He and his mother left the urban streets hoping to live the dreams of black utopia. “White Pine” got woke and elected its first black mayor. Is was the first, small step to racial justice. The next was shedding its white privilege image and renamed itself to “Black Pine”.
Before he was sexually active with white women, La'Damian roamed the Inner City neighborhood with his buddies. However, the racist and over funded, law enforcement Inner City Police, aka the ICP, preyed on young black men. The ICP harassed and agitated African American men nearing too close into gentrified areas. As if the unsympathetic businesses like pawn shops, bail bondsman, and payday loans weren't disrespectful enough, they disrespected their black women. Corrupt men lured their blossoming, young black women. The women were being enticed to help live out the sexually inadequate fantasies of white males. Money, fame, or just crude prostitution were promised. As usual, white men were disgraceful and desperate to think they could enjoy the bliss black women were capable of giving.
To bright, young men like La'Damian this did not go unnoticed. White businesses worked to steal their money. The white police force worked to steal their rights. The white men worked to steal black pussy. For men like La'Damian, they screamed out “No!” Just the memories of white oppression was enough to grit his teeth and clench his fists. If he had a rock, he would toss it through the glass of a bail bondsman. If he had a crowbar, he would break the doors open of the nearest payday loan and share all proceeds with the community. If a bigoted, white man stood in his way, he would punch him in the jaw and kick him in the gut as he was falling down. He hated racists!
Images of Linda flashed through his head. He felt his manhood between his legs twitch and pulsate. He needed to hate-fuck a white girl. Linda was submissive and obedient. La'Damian didn't have to care about her. He just needed her to take his black dick. It was only a matter of time he would knock her up and sending her white husband into a nervous breakdown. The thought of having Linda walk around the trailer park with a plump belly trading blowjobs for money put a smile on his face. He would be too busy making a baby with another white girl in his bedroom.
Trading buses at the depot, La'Damian was on his way to his childhood neighborhood. He missed his two best friends, Titus and Booker. Titus was tall and dreamed being an NBA star. But he watched his teammates recruited by colleges. His opportunity came and went and a scholarship never materialized. Booker was shorter and more funny. He incorporated his muscular physique into his humor. Booker intimidated plenty of white boys with just a simple stare.
However, La'Damian missed most were the Brown sisters. Their names were Keisha and the older sister, Jada. La'Damian had long had a crush on Jada. She was older than he and had just turned twenty one. He had long eyed Jada and watched her bloom out of adolescence. Her face glowed. Her body had beautiful curves that hypnotized men. La'Damian thought himself too young and inexperienced to approach such an ideal example of black womanhood. Jada was intelligent too. Out of high school, she made her way into the city college to study racial justice. She wanted to be judged by her intelligence rather than her fuck-able body. For the longest time, La'Damian overlooked Keisha for her older sister. Until that one day.
La'Damian put his wireless ear buds in and rested his head against the glass window. He re-lived his first experience “noticing” Keisha. It was a hot, summer evening. The sun was setting and blessed the neighborhood with its light. La'Damian was returning home after some pick up games of basketball at a neighborhood court with his friends. At the street corner, was Keisha. Just as she turned “legal”, and turned from “cute” to damn-hot. He saw Keisha at the end of the block at the corner of the street. She was in tight shorts, heels, and a crop top. Keisha looked different, grown up … ready to be part of the adult community. But something was different and wrong. Keisha looked confused and lost. She was being talked to by a white man who stepped out of his beat up pick up truck. The white man was all smilin' and waving his hands around. When he made Keisha giggle, La'Damian had seen enough.
Hurrying down the street, La'Damian worked his way to the corner when Keisha put her finger to her lips and shook her head, apparently refusing the white man's offer. La'Damian was getting closer to the corner. Neither Keisha or her suitor noticed him. La'Damian could feel his heart race. He could smell the hot blood running through the vessels in his nose. The white-man took out a roll of bills from his pocket. Damn him! How dare he! Keisha was hypnotized and she was becoming seduced by his words and the green in his palm. The damn-hot teen girl was not experienced in her sexuality and didn't know she was taken advantage of.
Just a few strides away, just a few strides … if only La'Damian could move his feet faster and lift his legs harder. The white-man had stuck his left thumb into Keisha's mouth. Keisha closed her eyes and bobbed her head once and then again. No, Keisha! No, gawd-damnit! La'Damian cursed himself. He wanted to yell out, tell her to stop and run away. But a nearby import-coupe roared by with its overpowered bass drowning his voice out. Keisha's hand reached out and took the man's free hand, clasping the bills in between. She pulled her mouth off of the white thumb-appendage and looked up into the man's pale eyes with her mouth partly open, her beautiful mind emptied thanks to promises and disrespectful tribute for her body.
Keisha needed only to lift and drop her chin once to agree to the white-man's terms and live up to her part of the bargain. In return, the sexual predator would make her feel “beautiful” and wanted. But she was black and already beautiful. Keisha committed to the idea of being a sex object for this “male”. She was ready, her body had craved a need. The “male” had corrupted her to trade her dignity for a white man's pleasure. It might not be so bad, thought the naive young lady. When she lifted her chin, ready to nod, La'Damian rushed in and pulled her way by her waist. “What the fuck are you doing, Keisha?” he said.
The white-man looked very irritated, as Keisha snapped out of her trance. If only the white-man gave Keisha the time and the respect to answer La'Damian, he may have well had a chance to go home only sexually frustrated. But the predator went racist and raised his voice to La'Damian. It was a contest who had the biggesr ock on the street corner. It sure didn't belong to a white piece of shit. La'Damian showed patience giving the white-man time to show his true bigotry describing Keisha his “street corner 'ho”. How disrespectful! La'Damian smacked the white man across his left cheek to shut him up, stunning the bigot. The white-man was speechless and left with the choices to fight for his white pride or run. Emotionally paralyzed, the white-man just stood with an open mouth. La'Damian pushed him and pushed him again. “What are you going to do? Huh? What are you going to do?” he taunted him.
Keisha giggled and enjoyed the white-man's humiliation. Keisha's laughter hurt more than La'Damian's “smack” but didn't hurt more than La'Damian's fist. A full stretched right arm landed a mighty, black fist into his white nose! Crunch! The white-man stumbled backwards into his pick-up's driver side door. Cash bills floated to the broken concrete below. Keisha let out a loud, immodest burst of laughter, “Oh, gawd!” The white-man felt butt-hurt and weakened. He used up what was left of his pride to keep himself from crying. Mercifully, La'Damian planted his feet and told him to “Get the fuck off our streets!”
With his money on the ground, the white-man sniffled and bent over to pick them up. But La'Damian kicked him in the rear and sent him head first into this truck, putting a dent in it. La'Damian said in a deep, commanding voice “I said … get the fuck out!” Keisha laughed and clapped. The white-man looked back and saw La'Damian stuff the bills into his own pocket.
“But that's my money.” complained the white-man. But La'Damian pretended he didn't hear. The white-man had nothing left to do but climb into his truck and return home with only his right palm as his best friend.
“Are you alright?” La'Damian asked Keisha as he put his hands on her tiny shoulders. Keisha just calmly smiled and looked into his eyes. La'Damian was relieved. Maybe, he thought, Keisha would put in a good word to her sister, Jada, for him. But Keisha had other ideas. She knew then and there, he was the one. He was a true man, fighting for her and what it meant to be black. Keisha nodded, leaned in and gave him a tender kiss on the lips. She then took his right hand and led him to the nearby brownstone stairs.
In her front room,
Keisha had La'Damian sit in the center of her couch. She stood in front of him, teasing with her breasts in his face before leaning and giving him a long kiss. Her puffy lips rubbed against his. She then brought the fingers of her right hand down La'Damian's handsome face from his forehead to his chin. The young man honestly didn't know what he was in for until Keisha stepped back and began undressing. With the new found confidence of a woman, she began pulling off her clothes and showed La'Damian her beautiful, naked body. When her breasts “popped” out, they hypnotized La'Damian who only realized how much Keisha had blossomed. They were so beautiful, round and fresh and worthy to grab any black man's attention. Her nipples were perfect and ripe to be sucked on. When Keisha pulled own her pants and stood there naked before him, La'Damian let out a muffled gasp realizing he was blessed with this wonderful, black woman.
Keisha grinned, realizing the trance she had put La'Damian under. Jada was right when she told her she was ready for sex. Her older sister lectured her that she needed to prepare to show unity with her black brothers. No matter how much she may want to resist, she won't be able to fight nature from filling her need to suck dick. Keisha dropped to her knees and put her right hand on his crotch. She felt the stiffened mound. At first, it was awkward. But she quickly overcame her shyness. Keisha unzipped and pulled down his pants until his stiff cock sprang out. She gave a look of surprise and excitement. Covering her mouth at first, she was in awe in its size. This was a hard cock and it was for her! She smiled and gripped it with her right hand. On a few occasions, she had seen Jada give blowjobs to different black guys. Some college students, some of them professors, a few were a quite older. But Keisha had witnessed from afar and from the dark. She usually sneaked away before intercourse. After her sister's rituals, Keisha wondered if she would ever be up for having a man's organ penetrate her, let alone put into her mouth. Feeling its power, Keisha gave La'Damian's cock a playful tug. She noticed how La'Damian shivered in his seat. She looked at his she took command of before peering into La'Damian's eyes. His eyes were begging her to “do it”. Keisha cleared her throat remembering her older sister and what she did with a cock in her hand. Lowering her head, Keisha put cock into her mouth. A black cock.
La'Damian let out a deep breath of air as he felt Keisha's warm mouth engulf his manhood. The warm tongue stroked his rough flesh. Her beautiful lips puckered the sensitive, purple cock-head. “I'm doing this … I'm doing this ...” Keisha thought to herself as she bobbed her head down. What was once whispered as “nasty” quickly became curious then very … erotic. La'Damian's cock-flesh tasted musky, organic, and dirty but in a strangely good way. When she tasted pre-cum dripping on her tongue she let out a wild, unexpected gasp. She lifted her head and took in a deep breath. This wasn't a thumb stuck into her mouth but cock meant to coax and spew hot semen and cum. If she wanted, Keisha could stop and run away. Maybe, later and apologize and explain to him she wasn't ready to go further. But Keisha decided what she wanted to be. She lowered her head and welcomed the man-flavor and gave it a thick coat of her spit. She wanted to suck cock. La'Damian lifted his ass and resisted putting his hand on the top of Keisha's head. Fueled with pleasure, he whined and moaned feeling his erect, steel man-organ disappear and reappear in and out of Keisha's warm mouth.
Keisha began licking his giant balls. She learned that from watching Jada. It seemed to drive the men wild. Keisha worshiped the testicles, put her nose against it, and smelled his natural perfume. Instinctively, Keisha reached to her pussy with her left hand. Her clit needed to be touched and it was very wet there. She couldn't deny her body's needs any longer. The arousal she felt was like being *****, if Keisha had experienced alcohol. She couldn't believe how easily she lost control over her body and her mind. Keisha plopped La'Damian's cock out of her mouth and looked at closely, “Oh, my gawd! I need to be fucked by this!” she whispered to herself. Her sister was right, black cock needed to go inside her. It was made to be hard and penetrate her. The large plump cock-head was pulsating. Keisha couldn't believe she once was frightened of it. But she was becoming a woman.
Feeling empowered, Keisha stood up off her knees. She was ready for this moment. The idea of men, pushing their meaty sex organ inside of her, made feel good about herself and beautiful. Keisha straddled La'Damian who put his hands over her round breasts. He panted, breathed out hot air. Keisha felt him palming her titties and that made her feel proud. She grabbed his cock by the shaft and rubbed it across her clit. She jerked at the hips at the unexpected jolt of pleasure when La'Damian's anxious manhood touched her pussy. But Keisha lowered her ass with La'Damian now grabbing her by the hips. She let out a short grunt like someone just stomped on her toes. La'Damian let out a flare of hot air from his nostrils. Keisha wanted to go slow but her lover bucked his loins and plopped his cock-head inside her blooming womanhood. She cursed at herself, took a long deep breath, and dropped her body.
“Uuuugh … ah … ah … AH!” Keisha grunted as La'Damian slammed his eyes closed and opened his mouth at the wonderful, warm, and tight feeling around his cock. He had penetrated her pushing through and Keisha dropped her ass further as a tear ran down her glowing, right cheek. “Oh, gawd! Fuck!” she let out as she felt a sharp, penetrating pain. La'Damian put his hands across her ass and seemed to enjoy the discomfort she was enduring. She wanted to lock her knees, giving her a moment of pause but La'Damian's natural, masculine instinct had him buck his hips again so he could push his cock another inch, or two, inside's Keisha's pussy.
“Oh, La'Damian ...” cried out Keisha for more time but her man about jumped out of his seat. La'Damian needed more cock inside of her. His natural, masculine instincts took over and used his strength from his seat with Keisha straddling him to launch his cock. Another one or two inches pushed it's way in. Keisha dropped her jaw and rolled her eyes. Blurred images phased in and out of her mind. She didn't believe Jada when told she would be needing this daily once she started “fuckin'”.
Keisha let out a broken moan and shuddered her shoulders. She arched her back and pushed out her breasts into La'Damian's face. She felt impaled by the black teen's cock. La'Damian grunted again and lifted himself up, each time managing to get more dick deeper into Keisha's tight womb. Struggling for little help from Keisha, La'Damian figured he needed to be the man and make the moves to get his whole organ inside of her. Keisha's eyes still rolled to the back of her head, drool dripped from the side of her mouth. She whined but relaxed her thighs and spread just enough to have her pussy open enough to feel every black inch of La'Damian's cock inside of her.
Each moaned realizing they made a union of black man and his woman. Keisha sniffled, the discomfort was difficult for her to understand. La'Damian put a part of him inside of her. It wanted to be inside … it needed. She accepted the importance of having a black man's cock inside of her. Keisha opened her eyes and looked into the ceiling and asked the black gods in heaven how long must she take this. La'Damian started pawing her breasts. Once, they were forbidden. Now, they were ready to be taken by black men. Only for those who shown to be dominant, aggressive, and man enough. Keisha was becoming the newest black queen of the neighborhood.
La'Damian wanted to start “fucking”. He pushed up his loins, signaling Keisha to begin riding him. She only responded with a mumbled, “... fuck ...”. He did again but grabbed her hips tight. “ … fuck … FUCK!” said Keisha who made eye contact with him. She started riding him. With each move of her hips, the pain subsided replaced with feelings of pleasure and righteousness. Her body rewarded her for the gestures of mating with sexual, primal sensations of euphoria. Like a drug, her high only lasted a fleeting moment before needing cock to slide in and out of her again. She moaned, giving off a happy and positive vibe. Keisha wrapped her arms around La'Damian's neck and gave him a kiss before starting to ride him.
The beautiful couple started their mating ritual by rubbing their bodies against each other. La'Damian's masculine hands caressed Keisha's soft skin. A squeeze of a breast here, a respectful grab of her ass there, was welcomed by the blossoming, young woman. Keisha felt every inch, every bulging vein in La'Damian's cock pulsating inside her. She knew sex will be most important from there on and committed to make it center of her new life.
Keisha and La'Damian looked in each other's eyes, nose-to-nose. Keisha grunted, enjoying the filling feeling as the pain and discomfort was vanishing. She started grunting louder in timed rhythm. La'Damian couldn't resist putting his hands on Keisha's breasts. They were warm and firm. His face contorted. His emotions rocked. With the teen girl in control riding him, he growled realizing he needed to “fuck” and pump his cock into Keisha's wet hole. Keisha calmly put her palms on La'Damian's broad shoulders. She was perfectly confident. With a look into his eyes, she demanded respect. Keisha felt the several, great inches of friction and penetration into her pussy each time she lifted and dropped her ass. With a relieving outburst of a laugh, Keisha fell forward into La'Damian, resting her breasts on his chest. Sex felt so good and she didn't want to do anything else.
The couple panted in each other's arms. La'Damian was too anxious for the moment of rest and he gripped Keisha's hips urging her move her ass. Keisha whipped her head in front of his and looked into his eyes. She gave him a passionate kiss with her puffy lips. Their tongues danced with each other. When their lips parted, Keisha put out a teasing, erotic pout. She was ready for her man to take control and fuck his black goddess.
La'Damian used all his strength to lift Keisha using the muscles in his thighs. He turned to the side and put Keisha on her back. Her legs lifted, putting her knees near his shoulders. Several inches of La'Damian's cock, still hard as an excited 18 year old black male would be, was still snug inside Keisha's twat. He pushed forward, throwing out his loins and shoving his dick deep into her. Keisha, overwhelmed by the power of black cock, arched her back and gaped open her mouth. She gasped for a quick breath of air. But La'Damian's lunge felt like his dick was two feet long. Both teens began moaning loud. With their blissful cries of sexual bonding, they joined the community as black adults, warriors making their city more beautiful and fantastic.
La'Damian acted like a man, a dominant alpha-male. He grunted each time he pushed his thick organ inside Keisha. Keisha moaned. She had surrendered her body underneath the weight of her lover taking control of her body. She put her hands on La'Damian's ass and gripped it. It felt so naughty to grab a man's naked ass. Keisha enjoyed feeling naughty. “... fuck … fuck … fuck ...” she kept repeating. La'Damian put his nose into her neck and unable to say anything but his grunts. His mind was nowhere but inside pussy. Keisha took in a sudden gasp of air, then another. Something new was happening inside of her, not just the man-cock in her womb.
Keisha wrapped her arms around La'Damian's waist and arched her back. “... ah … ugh … ah ...” she voiced like a woman gasping for air and wanting help. But her lover was committed to impaling her with black cock over and over again. Her tight pussy was stretching open welcoming his black spear and he wasn't going to stop.
“Fucking, gawd-damn ! Mother fucking yes!” roared Keisha who had her first black-cock induced orgasm. Her feet shuddered and more spit ran down both sides of her mouth. Not getting any sympathetic reaction from La'Damian, she bucked her hips again. Her feminine instincts worked to get more cock inside her and coax it to spit its thick, sticky cream. Keisha felt another wave of energy envelop her and exhaled softly. But the inexperienced teen goddess wasn't prepared what would happen next. La'Damian growled in her ear. His balls ached and felt fever-hot and needed relief. He shoved his loins with a strength of a football running back pushing Keisha's thighs apart more. If she was going to be sexually active, she would need to be more flexible. Keisha realized the need black men have for pussy, her pussy. Her mind twirled. She was dick *****.
The couple roared in unison. Thick globs of semen and cum spewed out of La'Damian's cock. His dick twitched and pulsated. It seemed to stretch in girth in its final moments up to ejaculation. The energy in his testicles were enough to push out stream after stream of joyous, love fluids inside Keisha's womb. Keisha's eyes popped open wide. She felt the hot cum inside her pussy making her feel warm inside. All the discomfort she put up with was worth this special moment. She caught her breath and wrapped her arms tight around her lover who deposited a part of him inside of her. La'Damian recovered and looked into Keisha's beautiful face. She was just as cute and innocent looking but something was different about her. Keisha was more mature, more adult, more sexual.
La'Damian pushed up using his knees as leverage. When his half-erect cock pulled out of Keisha's pussy, she let out a couple gasps having to feel him leave their union. Warm semen dripped out making her a completed woman. La'Damian stood on his knees on the sofa cushion taking a deep breath of cool air after winning his black girl. His large, satisfied cock was swinging below. Keisha was comfortable looking at it smothered with splotches of cum. His cock-head was fat and purple and Keisha smiled enjoying the idea of having it in her mouth. Keisha liked looking at it.
So did Jada.
Keisha's older sister had just walked through the front door just as La'Damian pulled his cock out of her sister's twat. Returning from studies, she didn't expect her younger sister to start fucking. Jada and La'Damian exchanged stares. La'Damian stood naked and sweaty in front of the woman he long had a crush for. But he was frozen like a statue and didn't know what to say or do. He followed Jada's eyes which locked on his cock, up to his eyes, and back down again. Jada silently nodded and gave her approval before walking to her room.
The music
playing in La'Damian's head had come to end just when the bus pulled up to the corner. Peeling the ear buds off, he stood and walked off the bus. He was back in his old neighborhood where he became a man, ready and strong. Near the corner waiting for him were his good friends Booker and Titus. They laughed and gave each other high-fives. The air was hot, humid, and steamy over the smell of diesel. But they had the energy to do anything young men are capable of doing. The three walked off planning their next adventure.
Unnoticed, strolling down the street, was an overly expensive SUV visiting the black neighborhood. An ugly, pale-skinned, skinny, white man was behind its wheel. The thin-framed man with a comb over wearing cheap $29 prescription glasses swiveled his head up and down the common way. He was a looker, a pervert, and a predator whose tiny, “little head” was acting both a brain and a compass. The black neighborhood may have its beauty but ugliness, the ugliness of white racism paid a visit. For a good man like La'Damian and his friends, much more work was needed to defeat the white man, his culture, and his bigotry.
To learn more about the city of Black Pine and its characters, read the reference guide under the Author's Den found in the forums section.
