As if to her impatience, the white girl unzipped Andre’s pants and pulled out his dick, positions herself in front of him and started sucking with enthusiasm and passion. Leaning back and enjoying the moment, he drifted off into his own private world. Glancing down at her, the white girl caught him looking and shamelessly met and held his glance. The look of determination in her eyes and the boldness of her gesture meant there was something more than the hunger sexual gratification driving her. There was something more underlying her behavior. She displayed none of the timidity or shyness so frequently shown by racially curious girls before they finally work up the nerve to cross the line. She was past all that. She wanted something. Intuitively, he just knew it...at least sensed it.
She moved slowly and rhythmically, taking her time as she carefully gauged his reaction to every measured stroke. His chest rose and fell as he breathed more deeply.
“Mmmm... It was the sound of a moan, a moan that meant sensual pleasure. It was the white girl moaning.
He was no stranger to white girls sucking his dick and had enjoyed many. White girls ran the gamut from nervous and inexperienced to confident and practiced. Many uninitiated into interracial sex or contact of any kind were squeamish about the intimate physical contact at first. Raised in their still largely segregated white world, crossing the racial divide was a challenge for so many of them, even though they were committed to tasting the forbidden fruit and defying old taboos. Rightly or wrongly old prejudices, old stereotypes, old taboos die hard. Fortunately, nature forces the attraction of white girls to naturally superior black men and nature exerts a force all its own.
The natural draw, the attraction of white girls to black men is a force of nature that works powerfully and naturally. Through centuries of subjugation and enslavement of blacks by whites, that natural attraction never escaped but was always present, working inexorably, even if gradually, against the defenses of prejudice, violence and finally, Jim Crow segregation.
Like a great physical wall, Jim Crow segregation replaced slavery as a barrier between white women and superior black men. Like the slave trade, like slavery, Jim Crow segregation gradually feel, as the strength of white men wanes, the desire of white women grows, and the natural superiority of black men is bursting out, as taboos are buckle under the pressure of modern conditions.
In the brave new world of race relations...interracial relations...the roles, the positions of the races was completely now reversed. Now black men were on top and white men were on the bottom and white girls were following their natural instincts across racial lines.
Now it was the black man who walked openly and proudly while white men fell back into the shadows to tremble alone in fear. Now it was white men who risked beatings for pursuing white girls. In many places white males feared serious physical violence if even been seen in public with a white girl. Even white married couples gave defensively resorted to appearing separately in public to protect the white husbands from violent attacks by black male protectors of white women from exploitation by white men.
Gone...gone forever were the days of black men being lynched for showing the slightest interest or attention to white women. The ghost of Emitt Till is smiling as racial roles are increasingly being reversed and the declining white birth rate is crashing at a faster pace. Until full aclimated for interracial relations, lots of nervous white girls were like children trying a new kind of food for the first time. They were nervous and awkward.
Once their courage and nerve were bolstered and they crossed the racial line, few ever looked back. Their hunger, their appetite, their desire for black men only grew to become insatiable.
Things proceeded gradually. There was the seemingly easy overture of holding hand with a black boy. Then maybe dancing closely. Then the passions and heat of the first black kiss. Then....then staring at the unmistakable bulge in the black boy’s pants, then rubbing the bulge through his pants.
Eventually the breathtaking visual impact of the bare, erect black penis, bursting with power and passion, in all it’s natural splendor over whelmed the white female admirer. Whether circumcised or not, the black penis was a natural wonder with a natural force unmatched, unduplicated by any white man.
Black balls were also a force of nature. The visual impact of them hanging there, so big, so heavy, so bloated with sperm. African sperm! So thick and creamy and potent, its life giving power was like a tidal wave sweeping over and drowning out weak white males. Mixed race fertility birth rates were exploding as white birth rates were collapsing.
Now this white girl was overwhelming him with her mouth and her passion. He wondered...would she overpower him and seize his ship?
He smiled and laughed inwardly at the absurdness of the idea of it. Neither the white boys nor the white girls would have the vaguest idea of how to operate his ship, even if they seized it. He was grateful for his natural protective instincts but he’ assessed the risk of these white passengers and found it inconsequential.
He closed his eyes and drifted away in his own world of rising pleasure. At some point he knew, he knew he would rise to the level of intensity and make the pleasure unendurable.
He could feel her watching him and monitoring his reaction to her like some kind of predator studying prey. She was good. Well, all lovers...all really good lovers...had mastered the art of monitoring their partners and pacing themselves accordingly.
He sensed she had and expert sense of timing and was masterfully taking him higher and higher and then....he’d come. He’d come and he sensed she’d hold the pose and take his gush of sperm fully in her mouth. Then they’d pause together and lie next to each other, panting and feeling completely exhausted.
His intuition told him warned him, that this girl, this white girl, had more than good sex on her mind. Her sucking him, however wonderful, however breathtaking, would lead to something else. More, she’d want something more from him. She’d put it to him, in some way, when he was most impressionable, most vulnerable and more impressionable than a man fully depleted and exhausted by virtuoso oral sex?
His better judgment was setting off alarm bells, warning him to slow down and proceed with caution. The other side of his personality told him to slow down and just enjoy the moment. Ultimately he knew both impulses were, each in its own way, correct.
Good judgment, good logical judgment, was momentarily beyond his grasp, mesmerized as he was by her mouth. With no apparent, no immediate threat, there was no reason to over think, to over analyze his situation.
“Be patient,” he counseled himself, silently in his mind. “Be patient and enjoy the moment.” Don’t behave hastily or recklessly until his capacity for reflection and good judgment were revived. He knew from experience, long experience, that would happen soon enough.
Apart from the sex, the excitement, the power of it all, he sensed she was softening him up for something she wanted. Of course. She’d want something. White women frequently did. Indulged and spoiled, it was a cultural habit with them. Of course she wanted something and most likely it would be good for her, but not necessarily good for him. Was he over thinking, over intellectualizing? What threat could this white girl possibly be to him?
